#looks like turd but whatever i guess

[krahk]

Blood for Ruin

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3

Alastor x OFC/Reader (no use of Y/N)

Part Four

(Or, Alastor Learns Hell Hath No Fury…you know the rest)

18+ Minors DNE, Smuttempt below.

Alastor and you had come to a respectable agreement in a considerably quick amount of time given the fact that the two of you were hesitant to even speak to one another. He still had free reign, his excuse being that he had already navigated Hell for nearly a century virtually unscathed and was immensely powerful. He also brought up that it was just unsafe for any women to be wandering around Hell in general. All the unscrupulous, unsavoury, and demented sinners loved to continue their victim count in the underworld. You were a target simply because of your gender. And gentlemen did not let women they knew walk straight into danger. He mentioned that was partially the reason Nifty stuck around him so long. He provided a safe area for her to be herself without being exploited due to her very strange mind. His concern for the little woman was touching, since you had assumed he had no good bone in his body.

You, however, would stick around the hotel mostly, but you were not limited to just your room as Alastor had first suggested. You would also be able to leave, but Alastor would be your chaperone. Having him around almost guaranteed distance from other sinners due to their fear of the Radio Demon. You could also leave with Husk, but only locally, and he would call for Alastor immediately if you would try anything funny. Alastor had told Husk about your attack and used your trauma as a reason for your constant babysitting. He wasn’t pleased about his new duties, but he certainly couldn’t refuse the Overlord.

And for a couple of weeks, this arrangement worked just fine for you. You didn’t suddenly need to leave the hotel a bunch, you preferred staying in anyway. Part of it was still just that you were still freshly dead, didn’t have to work, and there were enough things around this old building that needed attention. You started reorganising the library as a job, remembering that the state of it was less than desirable. It was still a mess, and currently it felt as if you were trying to polish a turd making it look presentable. Charlie’s father was arriving soon, called as a last resort to help her with the hotel. Pressure was on this morning, since the woman was clearly trying to work through some emotional baggage waiting regarding her father. Taking a step back and realising there really was no chance, you just wrote ‘Women’s bathroom’ on a piece of paper and fingers crossed the Devil was a gentleman. As you were sticking the paper on one of the double doors into the room, Angel walked by and barked out a laugh.

”You really think that’s gonna keep the man out, toots? Props for trying I guess.” Ending with a wink. You chuckled back in return, explaining your reason. ”I mean, he doesn’t really need to check every room out, but what if he’s a total perv? I know lots of powerful men that are totally into that shit! Overlords, even. Right Smiles?” Angel had directly that last statement to Alastor, who had come up from behind him and was now looking at your sign, perplexed. He waved his fingers and your sign turned into a shiny gold placard, and raised an eyebrow looking to your face for a reaction. You smiled at the sign, and nodded your head in his direction.

“Quite right to keep him out of as many rooms as possible, my dear. Fabulous idea indeed.” Oh yes, let us let him think you did this for an actual reason, and not because you get distracted trying to fix whatever Dewey Decimal system they were using in Hell. The three of you heard Charlie call for everyone to come into the foyer to wait, and you and Angel walked side by side talking about what you thought Lucifer might be like.

“Well, he’s supposed to be God’s favourite, and beautiful - like the Morningstar, so he has to be hot as fuck!”

”Mama warned me that Satan would be attractive, but since he’s not Satan and life doesn’t make any sense anymore, I figure she meant the Devil. Charlie’s gorgeous so I wouldn’t be surprised.” You stated. Angel was nodding while pursing his lips.

“Charlie’s mother is some kinda bombshell though, a total dime. I’ve never seen her but I do believe you gotta be to keep the Devil occupied.” He winked at you again, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “Don’t be a pig, Angel, try to keep that under control for the time being.”

”Hey, Fat Nuggets and I have more in common than you know, girl.” Both of you laughed at his remark, and suddenly, Charlie interrupted your little chat-

“Okay Everyone! It’s Showtime!” Opening the door to Lucifer Morningstar. The Devil.

You blasted off your confetti cannon at the same time as Husk, welcoming him to the foyer. Alastor stood alongside Charlie and it was clear from his facial expressions he was unimpressed. Like, so obvious. Eventually Charlie introduced him to everyone in the group, ending on you, where Lucifer had grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to politely put a kiss to the back of it, much to your surprise. You smiled in return, while he made a remark about how cute some sinners could be. Eyes darting to Alastor, it was evident that he was seething about the special attention. Putting your hand back to your side, you thanked him for the compliment and allowed Charlie to attempt to continue her tour.

However a chandelier disaster had surprised you all, and it broke Lucifer out into song. You could see where Charlie got it from.

See this part of hell you would never understand. Occasionally, people would just break out into song, like a musical. It was generally entertaining, but as a spectator sometimes you were unsure what to do. You could all hear the music, so this was something that happened with intention. Still did not make sense overall. Alastor had taken over Lucifer’s song and as it spiralled out of control swapping between the two men, you hunkered over to the wall to enjoy the show. Before long, an interloper broke in and took charge over the song. It was a female sinner, and it was clear that she and Alastor had history together.

Always one to keep to a strict schedule, Alastor reminded Charlie of the tour as he redirected the new addition. The two of them, along with Vaggie and Lucifer went their own way. You joined Angel at the bar with Alastors friend, Mimzy, and were swept up in her storytelling of Alastors history before and beginning in hell. You could tell that Husk and Mimzy had some of their own history, and it was not good. Suddenly, the main doors were busting against the frame, with yelling for the new demon coming from outside, and they had the entire building shaking. Very quickly, things went very downhill, but you were quickly pulled aside with a shadowy tendril and placed at the very back of the room, the tendril blocking you in with whatever furniture had become askew.

Of course. You were a liability. But he couldn’t very well instruct you out loud to stay safe, things were still on the down low. Like buried 20 feet deep down low. You peeked over the edge of a table that had been placed in front of you to watch the fight go down. Alastor had become…evil, to put it simply. Charlie was holding rage in at her fathers words, Vaggie was checking on staff. Pentious was running for his own eggboys to find cover. Truly never a dull moment here. You sat down and pushed yourself to the wall, hitting it with your back and pulling your knees up to your chest, holding them to you with your arms.

Almost as quick as it came, the noise was silenced. Clearly Alastor had promptly dealt with the threat, coming out a winner, and was correct about his capabilities regarding avoiding injuries. You stood up, and made eye contact with the Radio Demon, the slightest nod in approval coming from him. You climbed over the makeshift blockade, and headed towards the front door to join Angel and Husk outside. Charlie and her father had walked past you, Charlie clearly upset with him. You could tell another song was coming out, very personal this time, so you were eager to get a good distance away from it.

As you approached him, Angel had a sly smirk and a raised brow at you. “What's that look for?” You inquired, on the defence to his judgement.

”Well don’t you look fresh and clean as ever - don’t think I didn’t catch Smiles over there keeping you sa~fe.”

You scoffed in return. “Alastor is just a gentleman, he knows I’m an absolute klutz, remember how I busted myself up looking for you that one night? And then again when I missed the last step of the stairs and ate shit on my chin?” You were gesturing like a mad woman, hoping your quick and reasonable response would be believed. You only received a sceptical look in return. “Yea, I dunno if he’s that kind of a gentleman, doll. He generally doesn’t give a shit if any of us hurt ourselves. Look at Nif!” You didn’t have to look at the demon to know she was probably up to something no good.

“Nifty likes getting into trouble, and especially loves pain-“, “I love pain!” She interjected with a menacing laugh afterwards. “See! She’s a big fan. He’s simply a gentleman.” But Husk gave you a very sceptical look. He was suspicious.

“Keeping the fairer sex safe has always been a gentleman’s priority, Angel Dust. And this one in particular does like to get herself into trouble. I could not possibly allow any of our staff to be exposed to danger unwillingly.” He said, agreeing with your statement.

“You didn’t seem to give a shit about Mimzy, though.” Husk said, giving the taller demon a look with attitude.

Alastor hummed briefly, “Mimzy is more than capable of handling herself, Husker - I know her to be very capable of keeping herself safe. Why, it was why she came here! I am well known to take care of those who need help.” The look he gave the bartender was one of contention. The tension between the two was strong, and you and Angel were simply unwilling spectators in this battle. “Yea, but not without an exchange - you don’t do shit for free, everyone knows that too.” Alastors eyes thinned at him, and Husk shut his mouth after that, but it was clear he thought he had made a point before Alastor had turned on his chipper Radio persona to reply.

“I enjoy keeping people on their toes! It is a good way to keep the boredom at bay. Hah-hah!”

You breathed a small sigh of relief, avoiding eye contact from any of the men around you entirely. You watched as Lucifer gave Charlie a firm hug and left. The girl looked pleased as she informed Vaggie that they would be meeting in Heaven for a meeting. Hopefully things would continue to go her way.

Angel would simply not drop it though, just as you thought you and Alastor had made it out of the woods, he just started all over. “You got a thing for her, Smiles? You stare at her a lot too, don’t think I don’t catch ya all the time. Ya gotta crush?” Oh, Angel was just a couple drinks in already. Damn his weak constitution for strong liquor. The room became chilly, and Alastor went on a polite-ish tirade- “How dare you insult me with the notion of ever feeling anything for this pathetic creature other than pity. She is incapable of keeping herself out of trouble, but since Charlie seems quite fond of her it would do me no good to have her worry over this little doe. She is exactly as she appears - weak, scared, and lacking any form of self preservation. It is clear why she came to hell as a doe, because she is no better than basic prey. Think before you decide to insult me again.” Mmmkay. Not polite-ish at all.

“Ex-cuse me?!” You exclaimed, defensive. “You’re also a deer!” Ah yes great, what a good comeback. He sneered at you - “My appearance is laced with irony, my dear. You fulfilled your position on earth for what you are. I was simply cursed with my appearance as punishment. This is, after all, hell.” You made a few noises as interjection, but your face was beginning to burn with embarrassment. Alastor quickly turned away, obviously to avoid anyone getting a good look at his face flushing, announcing he needed to get up to his radio tower to be on time for his evening broadcast. “Such good news to be announced! I simply cannot leave anyone waiting for me!” And he swiftly disappeared into his shadows, leaving the 3 of you sitting at the bar amidst the mess. You jumped to your feet off the stool and did a little stomp and noise of frustration.

“How fucking dare him I- I swear, I’m gonna…UGH.” You grabbed your hair on either side of your head before running your hands down your face.

“What toots, what could you even do to him? He’s like, super spooky. And strong, you heard that broad earlier. He basically eats overlords for breakfast. Guess it’s easy bein’ a dick down here if you got no weaknesses.” Angel said, putting his glass on the counter and getting up himself to head upstairs.

Then it clicked. Oh-ho-ho. But he did have a weakness. A great big weakness. What a shame if someone were to abuse their power while said dick was perhaps engaged in something important…like being on the air. You laughed darkly, smiling wide. Pathetic, eh? Well, you could get him to your level. And it would be so easy, too. You turned on your heel and ran past Angel to the stairs, shouting goodnight to the lingering bodies in the foyer. You had a date with a broadcast.

Once upstairs you locked the door, and triple checked it was shut. You turned out most of the lights and turned on the warmest lamp for ambiance. Angel was always getting free PR from all sorts of businesses, most of them involved in the sex trade. And many of the free items were designed for people with a different set of sex organs than him. For some reason, about half of Hell thought Angel Dust was a girl, confused about the chest fluff. So not long ago Angel had ‘gifted’, i.e ‘ dumped’ a load of different vibrators and dildos your way.’No point lettin’em go to waste doll face!’ He had said, laughing at your red face once you had realised what he had given you. You had promptly thrown the box of intimidating items under your bed while he was trying to convince you rubbing one out was good for the soul. Something about ‘loving yourself’ being a very important step in redemption. Most nights, he was like a very annoying older brother who only made inappropriate jokes at your expense.

But tonight, oh-hoh, that box was coming out of the dark. You rifled through the objects, startled by some of the more…complicated items. Some had 2 wands, or curvy bits, some had 3 - all very intimidating. Your hand had landed on a smaller box, one with an easy to grab handle and a white rubber circle on one side at the end. You put the batteries in it, turning it on. Confused, since all your vibrators were pretty plain in the overworld, you put your hand to the white rubber. Oh! Ooohh~~.

Suction. Good god, hell thought of everything filthy, now hadn’t it? But already, just the thought of using it made you squish your legs together. You put it down on the bed. Everything needed to be perfect. You turned the radio in your room on, Alastors broadcast filling the silence. It was a musical interlude at this moment, which was perfect because you could assume he was just ignoring the little moment of arousal that passed through you just then. Putting the box and all of the more advanced items back under the bed, you stripped down and threw yourself under the covers.

Usually a date with yourself was a little more spontaneous. And not for such a vengeful reason, either. But the thought of getting him back like this, him knowing how you felt and what you were probably doing, the effect it would have on him was invigorating. And there was nothing he could do about it, either, he was not one to skip a broadcast. His ego simply wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t focus on the many ways that this could (would) blow up in your face. You were a little too excited in more ways than one now.

You started with feather touches on your clavicle, using the allusion of a faint hand being someone else’s to spark the match. You grazed over your breasts, lightly pulling on a nipple and bringing it to a peak. You put your fingers in your mouth, and pinched your nipple again, blowing cold air on it, resulting in a full body of goosebumps. By this time, Alastor was back on the air.

”Well was that not a swell piece of music? From a better time, I say! Now, focusing more on today’s great news of a meeting with the higher ups in heaven-“

Your fingers had drifted down your stomach to below your waistline and further. Small circles were being drawn on your upper thigh, heading in a spiral down to your core. You could feel how puffy you were getting, radiating heat under the blankets, and a finger rubbing over your slit bringing wetness up to your clit was clear that you were more turned on than usual. It had been a while, after all.

“-Morningstar is a…determined young lady-“ You inserted a finger, “*cough* how can we not follow in her stead? Give redemption a chance and-“ a second, only to come out and rub around your clit in a slow and steady circle. You had turned the little vibrator on at this point, bringing it down to your throbbing heat. “Come down to the …t-to the Hazbin Hotel! We’ve - hng -“

He lost his words just as soon as you had placed the little rubber ring around your clit, the strong sucking sensation making your hips jerk up from the over-stimulation immediately. You were certainly more sensitive in your new form over all, but sweet baby Jesus the sensations you were feeling were so strong you lost your breath.

As did Alastor. He coughed again, the noise coming out strong on the radio. “Apologies, listeners! It appears as if …as if our broadcast is having a diff-‘“ he took a haggard breath as you could feel the pressure building rapidly. This was accelerating far quicker than you had imagined. The toy was so strong that you didn’t even remember what the goal was anymore, it didn’t matter. Your arousal was hot and burning and it took over your mind entirely. You were matching Alastor's ragged breaths, his static taking over his voice in an attempt to cover his strange broadcast.

You were building up, up, up, until finally the dam from your little toy broke your walls down into a strong, powerful orgasm. Strongest one you have ever had. Your cunt was clenching, clit protesting at the continued abuse it was taking from the little rubber circle. You rode it out, lowering the speed as your jerking began to subside. You turned off the machine and just laid in the bed with arms at either side of your body. you could feel your wetness trailing down, surely leaving a patch of shame on your sheets.

Moments after your release, the static faded from the radio, with Alastor announcing “It appears as if we’ve had some interruption with our signal, save your ears for other nights, listeners!” Before ending the show abruptly with an upbeat jazzy instrumental. It wasn’t long before you heard a loud slam of something from the room right across the hall before you chuckled at your payback, dozing off to sleep. Best part, you thought as you were fading into slumber, was that he most certainly kept his smile through that entire ordeal. Payback can be a bitch.

And she was coming for you soon.

You wanted to play dirty? He could play dirty. You would need to be reminded not to mess with the Radio Demon…

Alastor was furious. Livid, he had thrown a few pieces of furniture into the swampy marsh within his room. How dare you compromise his show that way. To do something that…lewd as he was on the air? How very dare her. If you weren’t so intrinsically linked to his livelihood, he would skin you alive. He generally kept his mind off of such carnal pleasures, considering them a waste of time and energy - what was the point, anyway? One could not procreate in Hell as a sinner, so there was no reason why one should engage in sexual activities. That was what he thought for himself, anyway. And it had worked for him for nearly a century. Decades over the amount that you had been alive overworld! Seething, he shredded one of his sitting chairs, the stuffing shooting out of the claw marks. His antlers were proudly massive, body big, but his pants still had evidence of younterference with his night.

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Buckle up readers, it is beginning. I’m reading like a thousand shitty romance books to figure out how writers can describe genitalia now my search history is ruined.

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[lokis-army-77]

Wiled Hearts Pt.2

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Meeting the new farm hand isn't exactly as glamorous as one might have predicted.

Warning: Nothing in this chapter except the reader calls her dad "daddy" a few times, but obviously not in THAT way, and some cursing.

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Morning came all too soon. The bright rays of sunlight filtered in through my window and I groaned as the light hit my eyes. Grabbing my pillow I shoved it over my face to block out the morning but removed it just as quickly when it became stuffy and hard to breathe. Slowly, I stretched myself out and sleepily threw the covers off my body. 

The alarm clock on my bedside table flashed the time, 8:15 a.m. I sighed, realizing my hope of sleeping in late would not happen with my internal clock being so used to waking up early for classes. Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and made my way out into the hallway where the smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach began to growl. 

The bottom of the stairs opened up into the kitchen, so when I made my way down I could see Mama and Daddy and my baby brother in the room. Although, my baby brother wasn’t a baby anymore. 

I stood just out of sight for a moment, admiring the family I hadn’t seen in forever. Mama was in the middle of cooking her world-famous buttermilk biscuits, Daddy had his glasses on looking at what I could only assume were bills, and Tucker was shoveling bacon and grits in his mouth like he had never eaten before. 

Looking at them made me a little sad. I’ve been gone for a few years and so much can change in such a short amount of time. I mean, the last time Tucker and I were in the same room he had the chubby baby face of a thirteen-year-old, and now… now he was more muscular and had a full face of facial hair. If I didn’t know he was almost sixteen, I would have thought he was older. I can’t help the feeling that I have missed so much. 

I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I hear Mama call out to me. “Morning sugar bear, go have a seat and I’ll bring you some breakfast.” 

I shake my head clearly and smile. “Mornin’ Mama, Daddy,” I say as I descend the last few stairs and find my seat. “Morning to you too turd.” I push an elbow into Tucker’s side. 

“Shut up.” He elbowed me back and I laughed as I threw an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. “Missed you,” he laughed as well.

“Missed you too. Although I'm pretty upset you didn’t come to graduation.” I teased.

“Hey, I was sick. I couldn’t help it.” 

“Were you sick or did you not wanna come to see your one and only sister on her big day?” 

Mama shook her head as she placed a bowl in front of me filled with buttery grits and a plate with two sunny-side-up eggs and three strips of bacon. “You two stop it.”

Tucker ignored her. “Oh crap, you caught me. In fact, I didn’t want to go so I decided to get a fever of 101 just so I could stay home in bed.” 

“Oh well, I guess that means you don’t get to have the little present I bought for you,” I stated smugly as I began to eat my food. He sat there mouth agape if foux shock.

“Son, close your mouth when ya got food in it,” Daddy hit Tucker’s shoulder with an envelope. 

“Sorry, Sir.” Tucker apologized and bumped me with his shoulder, making my spoon fall into the bowl. 

“Yep, definitely not getting your present now.” After a couple more bites I turn to Dad and ask, “So what’s on the agenda for today?” 

He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat before speaking. “Well, you’re brother, Randy, and I are going out to the eastern pasture over the hill and herding all the cows back this-a-way so they have some fresher grass to feed on. Munson’s sposed to be fixing the fence down by the creek and as for Mama, what are you doing today hun?” 

Our heads turn to her as she places the biscuit dough in the oven. “Well, I was gonna work on the garden before heading into town to the farm supply store.” 

“So I’m free to do whatever?” I ask. 

“You can tag along with any of us, just thought you might want some time to settle in before I start making you work again.” Daddy smiles at me before going back to his papers. 

“Wow, a free day on the farm.” These were rare and to be treated as such. Summer was coming and the heat was a testament to that, maybe a day spent at the pond or the creek was just the thing I needed. I could also use the time to go and introduce myself to the new guy. 

I had almost forgotten about him until he was mentioned again. The vision of those biceps flooded my mind and I shook my head, blushing. If his silhouette was anything to go by, he would be absolutely devastating to look at. 

Once I finish my food, I clean off my dishes and bound upstairs to get showered and dressed for the day. By the time I come back downstairs at a quarter to ten, everyone is already gone doing their own thing and I am left to my own devices. 

First things first, I need to go down to the barn. I had grown up riding horses and the moment I went to college I was so upset that I couldn’t have that anymore. 

There was an almost giddy pep in my step as I raced over the dirt driveway and through the grass and into the large open breezeway of the barn. The stalls were empty which prompted me to make my way to the back of the barn, where the breezeway opened into a two-acre fenced-in area. 

As I was rounding the corner I ran face-first into something, or rather someone who was coming out of the feed room. 

“Shit.” The person's aggravated voice sounded as it was accompanied by the sound of a bucket clambering to the floor. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I reached down for the bucket only to hit my head against the person. “Ow.” I stumbled backward, hand on my head.

“Fuck, can you watch where you’re going?” The unfamiliar male voice groaned with a slight northern Appalachian accent. 

“I didn’t mean to, you came out of nowhere.” I looked up at the man and boy was I right earlier. He was devastatingly handsome with his large brown eyes and hints of brown hair sticking out from under his black, straw cowboy hat. 

He stared at me, eyes going from wide open to squinting in a matter of seconds. Shaking his head he bent down to pick up the spilled alfalfa hay. 

I twiddled my thumbs for a moment before I realized he was finished talking. “I really am sorry.” 

“Mhum.” He hummed in response, which aggravated me a little. 

“I said I was sorry,” I started again a bit louder. 

He looked up at me and gave a shrug. “What do you want? A fuckin’ medal? I heard you the first two times.” 

I scoffed. “Well excuse me, ya don’t gotta be a dick.” 

The hay was now all back in the bucket and the guy stood to his full height in front of me. He was tall and frankly intimidating, which also added to the fact that he was gorgeous. My eyes traveled to his rolled-up sleeves and dear god, those biceps were just as amazing up close. 

I tried to reason with myself that I should not be ogling the new farmhand, especially since he was being a grade-A asshole. 

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He pushed past me and into the first open stall. 

I followed, never knowing when to let something go, always having to have the last word in any argument. “Don’t call me Princess.” 

He never stopped what he was doing, only replied to me over his shoulder. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Your Majesty.” The new name was said with more venom than it should have for a person who I had known all of five minutes. 

“I have a name and it’s not that.” I stood there, arms crossed and head high. I was not going to let this guy get to me. 

He hummed again before walking out of the stall toward me. “I don’t actually care. Now, you can either leave me alone or find a way to make yourself useful.” 

I scrunched up my nose in distaste. “Fuck you, asshole.” I turned on my heel and headed out of the barn and to the fenced-in area. 

What was his deal? All I did was say sorry, is it that much of a problem to acknowledge me? I can’t believe Dad would hire someone so unpleasant. 

My thoughts were jumbled as I thought over the interaction and if anyone were to be close enough to me, they would think I’m crazy the way I’m talking to myself. “How dare he call me princess, like I’m some spoiled brat. I’m neither of those things.” I huff. 

I look over my shoulder to see if he was still in the barn and low and behold, he was staring at me. I glared back at him. I was not going to be the one to look away first. 

He seemed to glare back before turning to walk further into the barn. A small sense of triumph washed over me like I had won. 

As I internally celebrated my victory, I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the swish of a tail. I smiled. The brown snout of the familiar horse entered my field of vision and my hand reached out instantly to pat its strong neck.  

My fingers twirled mindlessly in the dark, coarse hairs of its mane. Kota had been my horse since middle school. She had been a birthday present from Mama and Daddy. 

I still remember them setting me down and Daddy saying, "She's your responsibility. You fed her, you water her, you take care of her." 

That had been one of the best days of my life. I was so excited to have my own horse so I could ride wherever I wanted to, I could be free. Going to college several states away and almost never coming home had made me sick with longing for her. If I could have, I would have packed her right up and brought her with me. 

“Hey, girl,” I whisper to her and she lets out a puff of air. “You wanna go for a ride?” It was almost like she knew what I was asking when she nodded her head over and over. 

The grin that overtook my face was wide and toothy. I had absolutely missed this. We were close to the wooden slatted fence, so I lead her over to it and stepped up to the second slat before swinging my left leg over her back and getting comfortable. 

I nudge my legs into her side, encouraging her to walk forward and to the gate. Once it’s open I nudge her a little more, and then we're off in a canter. It was like all my thoughts left once I could feel the breeze flowing past me. All the world just faded away until it was just me and Kota and the wide-open pastures. 

It took an hour or two but we explored many places I had missed when I was gone. The tallest oak tree on the entire three-hundred-acre property, the old barn out in the woods where my friends and I would party and get drunk in high school, the clearing in the middle of those same woods I used to sneak out to in the middle of the night to clear my head. Now, we were headed back closer to the house, maybe a mile or so out, where the creek widened out into a pond. It was hot and if I was in need of a cool down, so was Kota. 

The pond was near the edge of the pasture and the bobwire fence ran out about twenty feet from the back side of the water. Trees covered the area on three sides and on the side that wasn’t shaded, it looked more like a beach, with sand and a dock that went a little way into the water. The sand and the beachy vibe had been Mama’s idea several years back when the yearly trips down south to Orange Beach had been canceled due to money. It was cleaner than the other areas of water on the property since the cows rarely came to this spot, as they preferred to be more downstream and closer to the larger pond.

Pulling on Kota’s mane a bit, I get her to stop. I if didn't she probably would have happily carried us both into the water. I jumped off and landed in the sand. Since I was no longer stooping her, Kota trotted her way to the water. I shook my head as I watched her. 

Before I could even begin making my way to the dock to take my boots off, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, in the woods. It was almost hard to spot but the sun had caught the mirrors of the black Chevy Silverado. Never having seen the truck before, I wandered my way over, not worrying if Kota ran off or not, the house wasn’t that far of a walk. 

As I came closer to the vehicle I peered inside its open window. The red upholstery looked a bit dirty, like any farm truck. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, and neither did anything that could tell me whose truck it was. That's when I heard a frustrated cry. 

"Fuckin' fence!"

I whorled around to face the voice and there, knelt down by the broken bobwire fence, was the new guy. Then I remembered what Dad had said at breakfast, that Munson would be out here working.

He had new wire tangled in a heap to his left and a couple of tools to his right. Not wanting another interaction with him, I tried to back away slow and quiet, and yet whatever controlled the universe decided that I wasn’t getting out of this unnoticed when my heel made contact with a tree root and I tumbled to the ground with a yelp. 

“Well, if it isn’t the Princess.” He said smugly from where he knelt. 

I glared at him as I stood to my feet and brushed the dirt and leaves from my legs and hands. “Screw you.” 

“I know you want to but unluckily for you, you aren’t my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type? Whore?” I spit out.

He smirked. “Anything except spoiled brat.” 

Anger was bubbling inside me as I looked at this guy’s smug and unfairly handsome face. It took everything in me not to launch myself at him, to scream in frustration. So, I kicked a plume of dirt in his direction and griped, “I’m not a brat, and you’re never gonna get that fixed if you don’t have the wire stretcher… Asshat.” And with a roll of my eyes, I was gone.

...

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[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | six | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Here,” Jose handed Jake a new stack of photos, “I had them print an extra copy for you.”

“Holy shit, it looks like an actual baby this time.”

Jake didn’t look up at her as he flipped the pictures over to look at the next. He was right of course, her baby was finally starting to look like a real baby. It wasn’t just a little blob on the scan anymore. She could see its little face and nose now. Little fingers and toes too. She could see her baby. Her baby.

“Lil turd wouldn’t turn around so the tech could see what it is though,” Jose frowned, “They want to try again week after next. Apparently I get even more appointments now that I’m further along. Oh, and I have to start figuring out the birth and all of that, which there aren’t many choices for me to make because I can’t deliver naturally thanks to all of that being a shitfest.”

“Guess I need to switch out the ones in my wallet now,” He smiled, “As far as everything else, you’ll have me there every step of the way if you need me. Supposed shitfest or not.”

“You always know how to flatter a lady, Jake,” Jose laughed.

“Oh hey, Phoenix wanted me to ask if it would be okay if she came over for girl time or whatever. She’s trying to give you space, but I swear that girl is turning into the energizer bunny now that she knows. You girls going into baby mode is terrifying.”

Jose laughed, hard, before throwing a pillow at Jake’s face. 

He was still on base when she got back from her twenty week appointment the day before, and she fell asleep before he made it home. Most days she was ready to turn in before the sun even went down. No one ever told her how tired she would be, although she supposed growing a human being was worth it. 

The ultrasound made it hard to tell, but she swore the little baby looked like her. She hoped it looked like her, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to deal with looking at a little Michael every day for the rest of her life. She would love it anyway, of course. Because secretly, all she ever wanted was to have a baby, even if she spent the last nearly ten years convincing herself otherwise. 

“You’re god awful,” Jose laughed, “Your godfather status is revoked.”

“Yeah okay, who else are you going to trust your child with?” He asked, “Exactly. No one. I’m still the godfather. So, sucks.”

He picked the other stack off of the counter and tacked them to the fridge with a magnet. He figured if Jose didn’t like that, she could take them down after he left for the day. He was still smiling as he went back to fixing his breakfast. Hell, he was so happy even the thought of flying against Mav and Rooster couldn’t bum him out. 

“So uh, while you’re all happy, how would you feel about me being friends with one of your coworkers? Or whatever you call each other?” She asked timidly. 

His smile turned to a know-it-all shit eating grin as he looked over his shoulder, “Oh, you mean whatever you have going on with Bradshaw? I’m not stupid.”

“How did you?”

“Oh Jose, sweetheart, you couldn’t be stealthy even if you tried. Plus, he’s been looking over this way like a love sick little puppy,” He laughed, “And he’s been in an unusually good mood since you showed up.”

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged with his back still towards her, “I’m not your keeper. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready. Out of all of the guys I’d work with, I’d rather it be Bradshaw. He’s a decent human being. Truth be told, he’s probably the best of us.”

She sighed and leaned back against the counter, “I’m goin to have to tell him soon.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

She licked her dry lips, “He knows I’m married, and that Michael kicked me out…he just doesn’t know why. How could I tell him when I couldn’t even admit it? Is it wrong that I don’t want him to know?”

Jake turned around to face her, handing her a small bowl of freshly cut fruit, “Sweetheart, Bradshaw isn’t stupid. He’s going to find out sooner rather than later. You said it yourself a couple of weeks ago, it’s getting harder to hide. I mean, you look great, but you’re starting to look the part.”

She looked down at herself. He was right of course, and she knew it. Her stomach was slowly getting a more rounded look. She was warned by her doctors that she could pop any day now. Sweatshirts were doing very little to hide it. Soon there would be no going back. But she wanted to be selfish and keep the relationship she had with Bradley. She wished she could just keep her life separate from all of this. But she couldn’t.

“I’ll tell him tonight,” Her voice sounded so sad and small. 

Her husband threw her out for having his baby. Jake realized quickly, and yet not fast enough, that Jose thought Bradley would turn his back on her for this. But he didn’t know how he could convince her that he wouldn’t do that. The truth was, Jake didn’t even know if Bradley would stick around or not. 

Bradshaw never talked about wanting a family, and after all the shit he went through with his own, Jake could understand. After all, Bradshaw lost his father before he was old enough to remember him, and then lost his mom just as he was entering adulthood. Then whatever the fuck happened with Rooster and Maverick.

“Listen, sweetheart, whatever happens you have me and Phoenix, okay?”

She nodded, “I know. You should get to work, I don’t want you to be late.”

Three hours later, Jake was cruising the skies waiting for the greenlight from Mav. Phoenix and Bob were up with him, and not flirting with his girlfriend seemed to be harder than ever. Something about the way she was so undeniably supportive of Jose made his heart almost burst. The second he told her, all she wanted to know was if there was anything she could do to help. Natasha was worried about Jose, since aside from Jake, she was all alone in this. She automatically made Jake give her Jose’s number so she could text her and tell the other woman that she was there no matter what. Jake nearly cried at that moment. If he wasn’t sure before, he certainly was then, Natasha was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

“Alright Bagman,” Phoenix’s voice came over his radio, “Be alert, alright? Don’t need you getting us killed.”

He laughed and looked down at his control panel. Like many other pilots, he always kept a couple of pictures with him when he flew. The latest ultrasound was now in his cockpit too, replacing the old one. He smiled just looking at it, one day maybe he would be able to take the baby flying. Maybe they would fall in love with the sky too, or maybe they’d prefer the ground like their mother. 

“Let’s get this party started,” Rooster’s amusement was evident, “What do you think Mav?”

“Good morning aviators,” Maverick’s voice rang out, “Fight’s on.”

All of the pilots were laughing once they reached the ground. There was no real winner during the exercise. Jake, Phoenix, and Bob gave Rooster and Mav a real run for their money. Before he got out of his plane, Jake carefully tucked all of his pictures carefully in the top pocket of his flight suit. 

“You know, Bradshaw, I should be really fucking pissed at you,” Jake told the slightly older man, “Jose was supposed to be off limits. But damn she’s smiling too much to be mad.”

“So you aren’t going to beat the shit out of me?” Bradley questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Not today it seems,” Jake shrugged, “Just don’t fuck this up. That’s all.”

“Hey, Hangman, still on for dinner tonight?” Phoenix asked as they all made their way to the locker rooms. 

“Damn right.”

“Good! Don’t forget to tell Jose I’m coming,” Phoenix warned, “And I’m cooking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh c’mon! Phoenix gets to be friends with her but the rest of us can’t even look at the poor girl?” Coyote nearly whined. 

“Shut up man, not worth the fight,” Payback warned. 

The rest of them went through their routine of showering. Jake tucked the pictures into his locker while we went to the shower stalls. The guys were giving each other an endless amount of shit, just as they had for nearly six months now. After the uranium mission, the Navy moved to make them a permanent squadron, suddenly their orders in Miramar were permanent. Jake liked being here though. He liked the family they created during their training for the mission. Before Jose showed up, they were really the only family he had around. 

He just hoped what Jose was going to tell Bradshaw tonight wouldn’t ruin it.

“Hey man you dropped this,” Bradshaw said as Jake was cleaning up around his locker. 

Jake turned around, already holding his hand out when he froze in place. Out of all of the pictures he could’ve picked up. 

“Fuck man, who’s is this? Sure as hell isn’t Phoenix because she wouldn’t be flying.”

Jake couldn’t say anything. Bradshaw could easily look at the top and see Jose’s name. It was only a matter of time. Jake caught himself silently praying to whatever god would listen to him, just don’t let Bradley see before Jose could tell him. God, Josephine would literally kill Jake. 

“Seresin,” Bradshaw said a little more sternly, “Why the fuck do you have an ultrasound in your locker? And who the fuck does that belong to?”

The rest of the group seemed to gather around the two men. Nothing like this happened since the days leading up to the mission when Jake used Bradshaw’s father against him. Jake apologized so many times to Bradley after the mission was over. He didn’t want to be known as that jackass. 

“Bradshaw,” Jake pleaded, truly sounding like he was in pain, “Please, man, please.”

Bradley looked down at the ultrasound picture once again, finally looking at the shape of the little baby and then scanning the line of information at the top. He took a step away from Jake, “Fuck.”

Jake could see it, the moment Bradley finally realized. Because Bradshaw’s face hardened. His stance became less relaxed. Jake swore Bradley Bradshaw turned to stone, which scared him more than anything else. 

“Fuck you,” Bradley spit, throwing the picture at Jake before turning around.

Jake turned to face the rest of the group, they were all stunned. Maybe even more than stunned. None of them moved, almost as if they were afraid to. Hell, Jake was scared to move. He knew he should text Jose and tell her, or maybe call her so that she’d know. But he couldn’t move. Fuck he just messed everything up. 

Jose was waiting on the bench at the park, feeling more nervous than she did when she told Michael. She fixed her sweatshirt just enough that he wouldn’t be able to see her little bump, not without really looking for it. She had the ultrasound pictures in her pocket. Truth be told, she hadn’t been able to stop looking at them all day long. She was starting to really feel connected to the little thing. She could feel the tiniest little movements now too, although she was never really sure if it was gas or the little one saying hello. 

“Okay, I need you to listen to me,” She said to her stomach, “I love you, more than my own life. But I think I really care about him too. But if he isn’t good enough for you, he won’t be in our lives, okay? You are more important than any man could ever be. I won’t be like my mother.”

She gently rubbed her hand over her stomach, feeling the little fluttering again, “Okay, glad we’re on the same page.”

She kicked her legs as she waited, unable to sit still. Bradley promised he would meet her as soon as he got off base, which should be any minute. He texted her when they were done for the day. She wished he would hurry up though. Because good lord she felt like she was going to throw up.

Jose was scrolling through social media when Bradley came stomping towards the park. She looked so beautiful, hair blowing in the gentle breeze. He tried not to think about her like that. He felt betrayed, enraged. But she seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. Or was she glowing for another reason?

“You’re pregnant?” He demanded once he got close enough. 

Jose nearly dropped her phone as she stood. Though she moved so quickly that she became dizzy, causing her to grip onto the back of the bench. In front of her, stood a very disheveled Bradley. His chest was heaving, and the way he was looking at her made her heart sink and break all at the same time. 

“I-”

“It’s a simple question, Josephine. Are you fucking pregnant.”

He didn’t use her full name like that. Filled with…hate. She could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her like he had these last weeks. If looks could kill, she would already be dead. 

“Bradley,” Her voice broke. 

“You are, aren’t you? Were you ever going to fucking tell me? Huh?”

She could feel herself shrinking under his stare. Twenty-one weeks. She didn’t tell him for nearly ten of those weeks. Two months. Two months of meeting at the park, or sitting on Jake’s front porch. She swore she was going to be sick. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He scoffed and turned around. His shoulders were tight. He wasn’t the carefree man she’d come to know..the man she liked or maybe even somehow loved. She could nearly feel the anger radiating off of him. But what she couldn’t see was the fact that he was struggling on the inside not to cry. 

He wanted to break, but he wouldn’t do it here. Because he cared more about her than he could put into words. He trusted her with stories of his childhood that he hadn’t told anyone else. He spent more time with her than he did the team. She made him smile, she made him relax. Yet, she lied this entire time. She hid something from him, something bigger than either of them. 

“You should have fucking told me,” He still didn’t turn around, he wouldn’t back down. 

“I was going to tell you!” Her voice sounded like she was begging, it nearly weakened his resolve, “I was going to tell you tonight, I just…I didn’t know how I felt about it until a couple of weeks ago and I just- I swear Bradley I was going to tell you.”

“Well, fucking Seresin beat you to it when he dropped your damn ultrasound picture for everyone to see,” He hissed, turning back to face her. 

He tried so hard not to break at the sight. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, as if to protect the little thing inside. Her eyes were red from the tears that were falling down her cheeks. He was doing this to her. 

He swore somewhere, faintly in the background, he could hear his mother yelling at him. His father threatening to beat some sense into him. It was like their voices floated on the wind. His fists clenched, he wanted to hit something because at least then he would be feeling actual physical pain instead of this ache so deep in his chest. He almost couldn’t stand it. 

“I’m sorry,” She cried, reaching for him. 

He took another step away, moving out of her reach. His heart broke again at the sound she made. The near wail as she collapsed down onto the bench. He knew he needed to stop and support her. God, he knew that there was so much going on that he didn’t and couldn’t understand. He knew, he fucking knew, yet he couldn’t make his body move. His jaw and fists were clenched so tight they hurt. He was sure his nails were somehow biting into the skin of his palms even though they were too short to even be considered nails. 

“I tried,” She cried, holding herself, “I picked up the pieces once. I did it when he threw me out because I wanted this….I can’t do it again. I can’t Bradley.”

He cursed and walked a few steps away. He couldn’t think, because the sound of her crying reminded him so much of his own mother. Suddenly he was a little boy, watching his mom cry herself to sleep everyday because his dad was gone. He was helpless, only this time it was his fault. 

He could hear her apologizing over and over as she cried. To him, to herself…he didn’t really know who. She was curled in on herself, almost near a ball on the park bench. Whatever rage was left vanished at the sight. His body turned to jello as he nearly ran to her side. 

He scooped her up in his arms, not sure if she even had the energy to fight. She curled into him, clutching onto his shirt. The apologies didn’t stop though, not as he rocked her in his arms like a child. Like the child she would inevitably rock in a few months. He could feel the swell of her stomach against him, he tried not to think about it. Not as he tried to soothe her. 

“It’s okay, I got you,” He shushed her, slowly running a hand through her hair. 

She was still clutching her stomach with one hand, saying she was sorry over and over again. That’s when he remembered all the things she said about her mother, how there was a constant parade of men and double standards. How the woman never put her daughter first. But most of all, how Jose said she was afraid she was becoming just like her mother. She was afraid of that because she was pregnant, and because he was in her life. 

The ache in his chest worsened, because he realized she was telling him all along, in her own way. She was always so careful about what she said, always seemed to change the subject when she gave too much information. She was guarded when it came to her life before San Diego, and it was because of this. 

She told him once that Michael kicked her out because their lives didn’t align anymore. That they wanted different things, and something about him making a decision for them at some point that she wanted nothing to do with. He kicked her out because she was pregnant. God, Bradley felt like an asshole, because here he was practically doing the exact same thing. No wonder she seemed so broken. He broke her. 

“I’m here,” He whispered to her, holding her tighter, “I promise, I’m here. I’m sorry I yelled at you, but I’m right here. I won’t leave you.”

#rooster fanfic #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster x oc #rooster x reader #rooster angst #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #rooster bradshaw fanfic #rooster bradshaw x oc #hangman top gun #hangman fic #hangman x phoenix #hangman imagine #jake hangman fic #jake seresin imagine #flightless bird! jake #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin

[rreskk]

First drinks

Summary: Back in the Midwest, a broke thief and criminal had found himself drinking with a lonely, abnormal Canadian drifter after an unusual... Interaction.

Pairings: Michael Townley/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 668

“So…” Michael, having no appetite for the pint of beer in front of him, tried to make conversation.

He had been sitting there uncomfortably as he watched this guy – A fellow Canadian – down a few glasses of spirits even though they both just threw up in the public toilets not even 5 minutes up the road. The stranger was fascinating… He had these creepy, brown eyes that had pupils so dysfunctional. Every time Michael dared looked into those eyes, he swore them black pearls would increase in size and it freaked him out.

“Not thirsty?” The man finally spoke after minutes of being dead silent.

“Not really.”

The stranger looked conflicted. His face was unique. A good couple of facial scars, bushy eyebrows, a growing stubble and manic, overgrown hair; an unusual mixture between mohawk and mangled mullet. Whether or not it was styled, it oddly suited him.

“You said you were called Michael?”

“Yeah… Michael Townley.”

“Ah, Townley. Mind if I called you Mikey instead?”

“Sure, I don’t care.” He responded with a quiet voice, letting the background music disturb the tension.

“So, Mikey, what were you doing with that turd back there?” The stranger questioned as he downed another shot.

Michael paused for a moment. What was I doing? He’d think before answering with short lies.

“Drifting.”

“Oh!” He had peaked the interest of the man opposite, “You’re a drifter as well? So am I. I’ve just been causing shit load of mayhem across the border. No place in mind. You?”

Fuck, he cursed to himself. Why did he have to give such an open lie? He was left to ponder only the truth.

“Nah… I’m not a… Drifter. I was just hoping to, uh, you know…”

“Hoping to what?”

“The usual… Steal and shit. I- I just didn’t expect you to shoot him in the head with a… Flare-gun?” He muttered.

“The guy was an ass anyway.”

Michael breathed out in relief. He adjusted the winter jacket around him and felt the Midwest cold get to him, even through the lively bar.

“You wouldn’t be cold if you’d drink up, Townley.”

He stared towards the Canadian and sighed. Maybe he’s right, and with that, he took a couple of sips before realising he hadn’t of asked for a name.

“Oh, hah, what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was waitin’ for you to ask,” The guy smirked, “I thought you were too shy to ask. I’m Trevor Philips.”

“Trevor… Well, it’s nice to meet you… Under the circumstances.”

“You best believe it, buddy. That’s how good friendships start, ay.” Trevor murmured, his accent getting stronger at the end.

“If you say so.”

“So you steal?” He’d continue raiding the conversation with his big mouth, “What sorta stuff? Gas stations or are you a proper lad who robs banks? I’m gonna be honest, Mikey, ain’t no good robber gets chased by some lanky American scumbag to my cargo plane.”

“Woah, don’t be so fast to judge, bro. He was on my ass big time.” Michael frowned at his bluntness.

“The cunt couldn’t walk faster than 10mp.”

“I played soccer in high-school, I know what fast is.”

“Really?” Trevor snickered, “Oh, I played hockey in high-school but you don’t see me braggin’ about it when I’m in my late 20s, ay?”

“Whatever…” He rolled his eyes and sipped more of his beer.

“You’re a cool guy, Mikey. Remind me to keep in touch after this. I wouldn’t mind rolling around with your stupid circus show on the run.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at Trevor. He can’t be serious, right? His mind was puzzled at this request. He barely earned enough to live at a motel room for a week and this random guy wants to join the game like it’s nothing?

Fuck… He must be batshit insane.

“I guess I could use a partner.” He mumbled, hiding his surprise.

Mr Philips nodded his head and lifted his glass, “You won’t be disappointed, bro. Cheers.”

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #gta v #grand theft 5 #gta 5 #grand theft auto #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor phillips #gta v trevor #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips headcanons #michael de santa fanfiction #michael de santa #michael townley #gta michael #trikey #gta trikey #trikey gta #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing #north yankton

[bohemian-nights]

What’s your opinion on show and book!Viserys (Rhaenyra’s father not her son btw)?

Where do I even begin🤦🏽‍♀️ I apologize in advance because this is going to be a rant and probably won’t be that coherent.

I straight up hate his guts. Sorry not mincing any words because he’s a f*cking idiotic selfish POS(actually that’s an insult to sh*t) Jacka** whose actions(or rather lack of actions cause this MF does nothing) almost single-handedly destroyed an entire dynasty. Seriously f*ck both the show and the book versions of him are literally the worst.

If anyone is looking for one character to blame the Dance on, well look no further than this turd because he’s the reason for all the unnecessary chaos.

Book!Viserys gets 1/2 a point over show!Viserys based on the fact that he never orders Aemma to be cut open, but he’s just as stupid and selfish as show!Viserys.

I think out of all the characters on the show Viserys is the one who’s changed the least fundamentally from his book counterpart. The only major difference is the Aemma situation, he’s not a creepy pedo(cause he and Alicent only have a ten-year age gap), and he “cares” for Helaena and her children in the book(I say “care” loosely because if he cared he would’ve realized that those babies would become targets the moment he died).

Fundamentally, Viserys is a character who is willfully oblivious to what's happening around him. He’s created a powder keg situation yet he fails to notice it because he thinks his word is law and everyone should just blindly follow what he says because he’s the king. He can break tradition because he is king. He can make the rules up as he goes and spit in the face of others because he is the king.

Let me be clear, there is nothing wrong with breaking the precedent of succession for favoring males over their female relatives. However, this dude is a. A hypocrite(the whole reason why he is king is because he was a man whereas Rhaenys who had the greater claim was a woman) and b. A dumb dumb.

The moment Alicent popped out Aegon II he created a succession crisis. You can not tell me that he didn't realize that Otto and Alicent would put Rhaenyra first over their own flesh and blood cause he would never do that himself. He should’ve never married her if he wanted to keep Rhaenyra as heir.

(And as much as I rag on her, you know what, the reason why she’s so horrible is because of him. He was a sh*tty father to her just as much as his other kids).

He was the king. It’s not like he loved Alicent. He could’ve had any number of mistresses and fathered any number of bastards no one would care and they wouldn’t be a threat to his daughters claim like his true born sons were, but what does he do? He marries her anyway.

You could make the argument that oh Rhaenyra was his eldest child so the Hightowers should’ve respected that, but Viserys also helped to facilitate another succession crisis by turning a blind eye to Rhaenyra having obvious bastards(he got lucky that Corlys for the longest time cared more about appearances than his blood).

While everything might have been okay for Rhaenhra had the Targtowers not been in the picture(or if they bent the knee), No one, and I mean no one was going to take those boys being made king and the Lord of the Tides seriously once he, Rhaenyra, and I guess Corlys, had died.

If Viserys actually loved any of his children he would’ve named Aegon his heir, married Rhaenyra off to a man who she could have a fulfilling marriage with, and called it a day, but nope. This dummy really let his guilty conscience(and his nether regions) ruin his family(I believe that even book!Viserys felt some guilt over Aemma dying which is why he kept Rhaenyra as heir and allowed her to do whatever).

If this is your favorite character(I doubt he has any actual fans except god bless him, Paddy) please tell me why because there is absolutely nothing likable about him:

I apologize for posting this yucky picture, but I’m so glad they decided to make him look like a rotting corpse instead of making him fat like in the book. His outsides started matching his insides and it’s what he deserved🤡

Bottom line show!Alicent is a saint for putting up with him and I don’t blame book!Alicent one bit for letting his putrid corpse rot for days on end. He's the reason why House Targ almost went extinct(and why they lost their dragons for basically 200 years).

#im not joking when I say I hate his guts #he’s a deadbeat pos #bnasks #anti viserys i targaryen #the worst #this man is a clown x a billion 🤡🤡🤡 #bnask #viserys i targaryen

[byrdiboo]

There is no sexism in Ba Sing Se

By now I think everyone has their opinions formed about the live action ATLA remake but as a non-fan I figured I'd offer my two cents to anyone still on the fence or who might be interested in a slightly less biased opinion. To clarify, I don't hate the show, I actually like hearing my friends talk about the fan theories and how they thought the various heavy subjects are handled, I just never got into it myself. Because my partner is one of those people who did get into it, I've at least seen up to the point of Kyoshi Village in both shows (ep2 Netflix, ep4 original). One of the things I've seen most people excited about is the special effects, especially the bending. I will say, it looks...fine. I'm not up on my fighting styles but the choreography seems decent. The effects are nothing groundbreaking - we've had these water and fire sims for at least 10 years - but it's definitely not awful to look at...when you can see it. Way too much of the show (ie more than 0%) utilizes the inexplicably popular "someone forgot to turn the lights on when filming" lighting technique and "shakeycam meets too-many-cuts" editing with motionblur out the ass for good measure (some of the opening scenes are on youtube, judge for yourself). At least all two of the creatures we get to actually look at look awesome. Perhaps the biggest thing I've seen talked about is the changes to the characters themselves. I will start by saying the actors deserve no ill will, they're clearly doing their best with a subject they love and a script written by people who thought ATLA should read like GoT. Aang and the others have a few goofy moments thrown in to keep people happy but for the most part he plays the part of Main Character Boy while the others are The Support Characters, rather than three children in extraordinary times doing what they think makes sense. This is where my knowledge of Aang and Katara is lacking, but I do want to talk about Sokka cuz his changes (rightly) had a lot of people worried (and a lot of his character arc is pretty obvious from ep 1, rather than revealed past the point I've seen). They didn't just tone down his sexism, they removed it entirely, taking him from an obnoxious but teachable idiot to a generic annoying dudebro. Maybe this is just me, but I was endlessly annoyed that they took away his sexism without addressing the things that made him sexist in the first place. After being told by the leaderly elderly matriarch character about the fire nation attacks wiping out most of the village, we are told Sokka is how he is because he was appointed the village leader at 13 for...reasons. So the village is still sexist enough to declare a 13 year old boy leader over the woman everyone already looks up to, but this didn't affect his character in any meaningful way, I guess? And for those looking forward to the Kyoshi warriors, you can go ahead and put those hopes down. The warriors themselves get minimal action time before Deus Ex Kyoshi-ghost-possession (yes, really) deals with the fire nation attackers for them. As for the love interest, they took what was a solid moment of "sexist gets ass beat by woman, begs woman for training, learns woman can do stuff too, ends up liking and respecting woman so hard she reciprocates" into the most bland "popular girl falls for cute boy at school" complete with eyelash fluttering, shy-can't-look-at-yous, and the most vomit-inducing "training" scene I've seen in a long time. No lessons learned, no character growth achieved, but hey they got rid of sexism or whatever. All this to say, I'm willing to give live action some passes, but personally I don't think this one's even worth a hate watch. I won't tell you to hate it, it does have a few moments of brilliance, but they're the glitter on a turd imo and Netflix doesn't deserve to be rewarded with your watch time. Despite my misgivings, the show is (supposedly) still getting at least mixed reviews from fans and non fans alike, so if you've bothered to see it I'm curious what you thought the remake (or my impression) got right or wrong.

#atla #atla live action #avatar the last airbender

[bambinella]

Room for two

A/N: This one is a request for one of my dear friends, so have a little Wanda x fem!Reader fluffy one-shot!

Summary: Wanda and you spend some time together on the couch, and when Thor decides to call you two out for being so close, you can’t help but realize that you might want to be more than just friends with Wanda.

Warnings: fluff and cuddles

Ever since the first time you met the Avengers at the compound, you had felt this special connection with Wanda, instantly feeling at ease with her. Maybe it was because of how touchy she was with you, placing her hands on your shoulders and arms, or maybe because of the countless winks she had given you. Whatever the reason, you felt safe in her presence, allowing you two to bond rather quickly. And after a while, you realized that you maybe wanted more than just friendship with her, but you simply couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her. 

You walked into the common room of the Avengers Tower, looking for your favorite Scarlet Witch, easily spotting her on the couch. She pulled her sleeves down a little bit more, so they were covering her hands, while suppressing a shiver. Someone had obviously changed the temperature in the room - without her permission - and she was going to have a word with them. However, when she was about to get up to get a blanket, she felt said blanket being put around her shoulders. Wanda immediately looked up to look at your smiling face, a smile spreading on her lips as well.

“I could hear your teeth clattering all the way to the kitchen,” You teased, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before jumping on the couch, landing next to her.

“Oh Y/N, what would I do without you,” She said with a dramatic sigh, putting the back of her hand to her head. You giggled, scooting a bit closer to her. 

“Is there room for two?” You asked, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Are you seriously still asking that? Come here you,” She smiled widely, opening her blanket for you. You eagerly cuddled up to her with a wide grin, your back resting against her front. Wanda chuckled and wrapped the blanket around you both. 

“You’re so silly,” She cooed, causing you to huff.

“I’m not!” You protested, looking up at her. “I just want to make sure you’re in the mood to cuddle before I smother you with them,” You smiled, earning another eye roll from her.

“When would I ever say no to cuddles with you?” She questioned, and now that you thought about it, you realized that Wanda had almost never said ‘no’ to anything you had asked for. She really was too kind. You also realized that she was right, again.

“I guess you’re right,” She playfully grumbled, folding your arms over your chest. Wanda grinned victoriously, yet she felt like pushing you a little bit further.

“What was that Y/N? I didn’t quite catch what you said,” She teased, causing you to groan. You were not going to play along in her little game. So, with a wide grin yourself, you looked back at her over your shoulder.

“I said that you’re a turd and I’m always right,” You chuckled, causing her to gasp in mock surprise. Next thing you knew were two hands lightly squeezing at your sides, making you gasp and giggle loudly.

“You take that back right now,” She playfully warned, leaning in to place ticklish kisses onto your neck. You sunk even further into the embrace, trying to escape from the sensations.

“Okahahahahay! I tahahahake it bahahahack! Stohohohop ihihit!” You giggled, letting out a relieved sigh when she pulled her hands away from your sides, instead wrapping them over your arms to pull you closer to her.

“So what did you say earlier?” She asked again, grinning mischievously as you groaned. You should have known she wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

“I said that you were right,” You started, earning an approving nod from her. “... but that I’ll still ask for your permission before I cuddle,” You finished with a smirk, now making her groan.

“You’re very lucky I adore you,” Wanda said, causing you to giggle again while pulling at the blanket to cover your face.

“My ladies, when are you two going to get a room?” A third voice suddenly called out, making the two of you look up. Standing in the hallway was Thor, grinning widely at you both while leaning his shoulder against the wall.

“What?” You asked, your voice wavering slightly as you looked at him. Thor grinned even wider and walked a bit closer to you, putting his hands on the end of the couch.

“Well it’s obvious that you two love each other, by the way you act in one another’s presence, but you two never seem to go any further. In Asgard, if you find someone you love, you simply go tell them. You humans seem so much more… reserved when it comes to love, it’s quite fascinating,” He explained, stroking his own beard.

You looked down at the couch, your entire face now flushed at his words. In love with each other? There was no way. Sure, you adored Wanda, and you loved everything you two did together, but that was because you were such close friends. Right? There was no way Wanda thought of anything more than being just friends, and you didn’t have the guts to confess your love for her, because you didn’t want to lose the special connection you had with her.

Wanda, who was sitting next to you, was currently very aware of your train of thoughts, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as well. While she had guessed your feelings for her a long time ago, she also knew that you struggled with telling her those feelings. And while she wanted to reassure you, telling you that she felt the same way towards you, she had been terrified of making you feel pressured, or even worse, scaring you off. She couldn’t handle losing anyone else precious to her.

She could feel the discomfort radiating from you, so she shot a glare towards Thor, making the latter gulp. He shared a glance between you and Wanda and quickly nodded.

“Right, uh… I’ll see if Loki caused any more trouble,” He said with a nod, starting to make his way out of the living room. “It was nice talking to you Y/N!” He called, before disappearing from view. Wanda let out a heavy sigh through her nose before turning towards you.

“He’s so weird, right? Making silly comments like that,” You chuckled, trying to laugh it off while still avoiding her gaze. Her heart ached as she looked at you, reaching out to gently cup your chin, making you finally look into her eyes.

“Y/N, I want you to listen carefully, okay?” She asked, causing you to nod, your eyes slightly widening. Wanda took a deep breath, as if she was mentally preparing herself.

“I try my best not to but… I’ve been peeking into your mind every now and then, and I just want you to know that I know,” She said, a small smile appearing on her lips. For a moment you weren’t sure what to say.

“Wanda, I-” You started, before being cut off by a finger being placed on your lips.

“Shh, I wasn’t done yet. I know how you feel, and I know that you’re unsure, but to me… whatever it is we have going on, I love it,” She expressed with a smile. “It doesn’t need to have a name or a status, as long as it means I get to spend more time with you… if that’s alright with you?” She asked, the fear of rejection very heavy in her voice. You thought about it, before nodding happily with a small smile. In the end, all you wanted to do was spend more time together with her.

“I would very much like that,” You said, a relieved giggle escaping from your lips. Wanda pulled you close again, cuddling you as she rubbed a hand up and down your back, seemingly relieved herself.

“You’re so silly,” She repeated, and this time you didn’t even bother to deny it. All you could think about was the fact that Wanda wanted to spend more time with you as well. And while you were still too scared to admit out loud that you loved her, you knew it wasn’t a problem, since you already were Wanda’s special person.

#Marvel #Scarlet Witch #Wanda Maximoff #fem!Reader #Wanda x Reader #Cuddles #Fluff #Romantic

[sohcah-toa]

Teyvat Blossoms - a series ❀

Teyvat Blossoms [click for the main masterlist]

Chapter 4: Giving new memories

cw — smut, fluff, voyeurism, masturbation, nipple play, size difference, slight dom f reader

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"You okay?" Itto asked, going inside your office "Sorry if I like — kinda forced you into telling that story? Did I?"

You sighed and then smiled at him "No, Itto, you didn't. Don't feel responsible, I wanted to tell the story but I just wasn't ready to complete it yet, sorry"

"No problemo boss!" He has his usual big grin now. He can be cute sometimes "You tired?"

"I'am .. but I don't feel like resting" You rub your forehead. Itto jogged towards you then grabbed your hand, he pulled you out of the office.

"Itto! Where are you taking me?" You asked, keeping up with him. His hand was so much bigger than yours, you feel safe for some reason.

He looked back, smiling widely "You'll see!!"

❀

"Ta-da!" He said, grinning widely as usual. He took you to a small spot near Wangshu Inn.

You gasped at how beautiful the stars were. The spot is actually enough just for one person, seeing how big Itto is, you were both skin to skin.

You blushed, realizing how close you two were. You think of him as a close friend but maybe that's just because you work together.

"T-Thank you" You stuttered "I'll cherish this place an go here whenever I feel stressed out" you smile sweetly. Guess he didn't expect it.

Itto was confused, for some reason his palms were really sweaty, he was nervous, he's trying his best to not move, his heart started beating fast. He doesn't know what any of these mean. He gulped, smiling nervously back at you and just said "Y-Yeah .. make sure"

Ever since that day, Itto makes sure to visit that place every now and then, expecting you but he would always be disappointed.

You became even busier because of Scaramouche, that one guy who always complains. He's being a real asshole.

"Sir. We only serve meals that are in the menu" You tell him, sighing.

Childe was so annoyed at this point "I've been trying to tell him for the last hour! God! It's like he's not here every day! Scaramouche, you punk, you go here everyday, you must know basic rules by now"

Kaeya was there too. He's at the kitchen when it's day and at the bar when it's night "Or just ban him forever"

Scaramouche just laughed "What kind of place is this? You don't have off menu meals? Pathetic. Also, who lets non workers hang out at the kitchen?"

Childe's and your eyebrows furrowed. Obviously, he was doing this on purpose .. just like always.

You lean in to whisper to Childe "Just serve him whatever and say it's an off menu meal"

Childe smirked and nodded. You finally left. You flicked your tongue when finally out of their sight "I oughta do something about that little turd"

"Who's the turd?" Thoma asked, your eyes widen in surprise, you didn't mean to bad mouth a customer in front of someone. Then Thoma continued "If it's Scaramouche then I agree"

You giggle, nervousness leaving your body "Yeah. He's a real pain in the a"

"Yeah. Anyway, boss, I've finished decorating the rooms except for Xiao's. You know how it is"

You nod "That was fast Thoma"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked

You ponder for a second then answer "The stalls and parade stuff are almost done with Itto and his gang helping. I guess Zhongli, Diluc and Childe has their own stuff but it isn't that big. I guess — we're really done"

"What?! No! Give me something! I can decorate the whole inn" He said, eager to do more.

"Well, the gang's doing that too" You rub your cheek, trying to think of something "Hey, you're good at sewing?"

"I can do it! Just tell me boss!" His eyes sparkled. He was like a cute little puppy, leaning closer to you.

You can't help but giggle "Do you mind making us costumes? If it's not too much, of course"

Thoma nodded "I've got ideas already! Thanks boss!" he ran away, waving bye. He's really cute and bubbly, you can never imagine Thoma doing something vulgar. He's just that pure and innocent for you.

Since you basically have nothing else to do at the moment, you decide to go to that spot Itto told you about.

❀

"Boss! You're here!"

Aaah! That grin! Your face flushed in a moment. You cleared your throat "You're here"

"Are you stressed out?" He asked, you did say you'll go here when stressed but that's not the case.

You shook your head no "Just wanted to get some air" you hesitated to go at the spot because last time you two were so close. But Itto reached his hand out, you took it, he helped you get up with him.

Your faces were so close to each other "Hi"

"Hey" Itto was blushing and you were sure you were too. You both quickly sat down and averted your gaze with each other.

It was quiet for a moment. Both of you not wanting to break the silence because of embarrassment.

The mood got even intense when Itto's hand touched yours.

"S-Sorry!!" He immediately said, finally you looked at each other again, Itto couldn't handle it anymore "I-I better leave!" and with that he ran away.

You touched your hand that he held earlier "Oh Itto"

❀

You were in your room, trying to think "The day of the event is near .. have we already done everything?"

You think of everybody, but suddenly you felt yourself blush "Oh my gosh, have I done something terrible?" you think of 'those' moments. You touch your face and feel your whole body in heat.

You were craving for those times. That time with Diluc .. Kaeya and Childe .. It was surreal and spontaneous. Was it a mistake?

Meanwhile ...

In a matter of seconds, you were touching yourself, hungry for more, you never realized how good it felt back then. You just know you want more today.

"Was that weird?" Itto asked himself, walking towards your room to apologize "I must have weirded her out!!" he panicked, scratching his head in frustration "If I stayed there I would've kissed her! That's gonna be weirder right?"

Itto sighed, finally in front of your room "Alright, Arataki Itto, you can do this, you are the man" he whispered to himself but before opening the door, he heard something.

He didn't dare utter a word. He held the doorknob and slowly opened it, his eyes widen. You were masturbating, moaning loudly. He knows he should leave but he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He started breathing heavily, trying to fight the urge to go in and help you himself. His mind went blank, he knew his cock was already hard, seeing you naked and touching yourself, moaning. He wished he could make you moan like that.

He slowly reached down for his dick, at first he just started rubbing it. You were trembling from the pleasure of rubbing your own clit. Itto pulled his zipper down and started stroking his erect cock. He looked side by side in the hallways and nobody was there. Your room was pretty isolated, lucky for him.

"Fuck" He whispered to himself, completely focused on watching you masturbate "I-I can't —"

You were so engrossed in trying to fulfill yourself that you don't notice Itto. You just wanted to feel the pleasure.

Itto stopped his strokes and pushed the door open, his face red and his breathing was rough. His cock was still out, massive and erect.

You were taken aback, you immediately covered yourself with sheets and covered your eyes "I-Itto?!"

You feel him crawling in bed. His face super close with yours "Can — I help?" even though he was so eager to just kiss you then and there, he still asked.

You were still out of it, you look at his cock and gulp. He was so big, you had no idea. You were trying to catch your breath. For a moment, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes. That led to rough kissing.

Your nipples were rubbing against his clothes a little, your legs wrapping around his waist, pleasuring yourself wasn't enough, thank God he was here. You take his clothes off and rub his chest.

His big hands touching your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You never realize how big he really was until this, he was on top of you, naked.

"I-Itto..." You moaned softly, trying to breathe from the kiss "Let me breathe—"

"S-Sorry" Itto muttered, you felt his breath on your face, even though he was much bigger than you, he was still gentle, he continued "It's just .. you're so .. irresistible. I can't help myself" his cheeks were red, he was honestly adorable at the moment.

You change positions with him "Then .. should I take the lead?" you're now on top of him, he was slightly surprised but he made it happen anyway.

What are you doing y/n? You keep asking yourself, you were out of control, wanting more ever since with Diluc. Once you get to it, you just can't stop. The moment controls you and Itto happens to be here.

"B-Boss" Itto moaned softly, he was huge but he acts so innocent. You decide to tease him a little bit, your bad thoughts going away.

You lean in closer and lick his chest, both your hands above his nipples, rubbing his muscles. He couldn't help but held onto your hair, gripping it tightly.

You feel his dick twitch on your crotch as you grind above him. It feels good knowing he was like this because of you. It feels good hearing him moan your name.

Your tongue went to his nipple, you stared at him while doing so "Not so tough now, leader?" you tease him. He couldn't even respond, he was losing his mind, grunting and moaning. He never felt this way before.

"Q-Quit teasing or else.." He muttered in between his breaths. His large hands rubbing your waist to your ass. Your licks went upwards to his neck, biting it softly "F—uck" he was breathing heavily, gripping your ass as he moves his hips, grinding.

You pulled back to face him, you kiss his nose and giggle "Do you like it?" you ask, this was the first time you tried taking the lead, you had no idea if you did good.

"A lot" he whispered before pulling you in a kiss, he immediately entered his tongue, his other hand moving your hips back and forth on his cock "Let me put it in" he whispered before switching places with you, your kiss never breaking.

You were out of breath in no time ... again. He started positioning himself, completely intoxicated, never wanting his lips to be away from yours.

"I-Itto.." You called, he kept kissing you preventing you from talking but you manage to squeeze out the words while holding tight to his arm "Be gentle please"

Itto nodded, his kisses went down to your neck. Your arms wrapped around his head, moaning uncontrollably.

You feel his tip go inside you, you scream but at the same time he starts licking your nipples to make the pain bearable.

"I-Itto!" You screamed, your nails sinking in his shoulders. He went even slower. Just when he was almost all in, you both heard a camera noise.

You both sat up and covered yourself in sheets. You look at the door, noticing that there was someone but that someone immediately ran away after you knew they were there.

You and Itto look at each other. Itto immediately got dressed, regretting that he didn't lock the door earlier. He immediately left to find the person while you bury yourself in your bed.

"What the fuck was that? Was someone there?" You whisper to yourself, feeling overwhelmed all pf a sudden "Shit shit! There WAS someone, I saw the camera. I'm fucking doomed"

❀

"Shit!" Itto panted, running around, finding the guy "Show yourself!!" he shouted while fixing his clothes "Fuck, she's definitely going to ignore me"

❀

Days passed. Everything that happened that night felt like a dream for Itto. You both never caught the person who had the camera but at the same time no videos were leaked, nobody knew anything.

You can't forget about it though but you're too embarrassed to speak to Itto about it. You work with each other, you talk with each other but the awkwardness is there.

To be Continued ❀

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[tastytofusoup]

Okay so, my sympathetic guess is @staff are operating on the misconception that Twitter was all fine and good before Elon Musk came along.

'People are looking for a replacement for Twitter, and we want that to be us. Tons of people used Twitter before him, and it seems he's the one messing everything up. So if we copy it, people will see something they used to like, and be happy here instead - and - make our site easier to use for new people, because it'll be the same familiar.'

The problem with this is that it was not great before him.

Their web layout alone is something basically everyone I know and follow, myself included, hated. It's a mobile layout - they don't just work if you port them over to a web page on a widescreen monitor. Everything is too big, or everything is smooshed in the middle of the screen with wasted blank space at the sides, or bits of both. And it tends in general to not be user-friendly on a computer. We recognised that with the current Twitter layout when it rolled out. We didn't like it because of that. There was at least one browser addon that reverted it to the older, nicer, more browser-appropriate layout, which we clung to before it eventually stopped working.

We were then stuck with it. We were stuck with ALL of the decisions we didn't like that the previous management made.

Twitter pre-Elon wasn't a perfect model that everyone liked, that should be copied (SO blatantly and embarassingly) to improve your own site.

Musk took an existing turd and is flushing it down the toilet.

I struggle to believe that nobody working for Tumblr, around the office, in meetings, whatever, didn't see the problems with this redesign before it got pushed forward. Didn't see that we - on mass - would dislike it. That everyone would immediately screenshot it alongside Twitter and show how they're almost the same, and mock the staff for it. I really can't believe there was no-one. I suggest you give anyone who voiced their concerns a pay rise, and listen to them more in future.

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Lunch Date

Summary: The day after meeting the boys at the bar, Taylor comes over for lunch and a chat.

Warnings: cursing, little bit of angst, Marco is still a turd

Word count: 1050ish

A/N: I am so stinkin proud of myself for finally getting this posted. It took an embarrassing amount of time to fix. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always very much appreciated.

Marco's offer rolls around your mind as you try to find a satisfactory way to tell Taylor. They finally started being friends again. I can't tell Taylor, it'll break his heart that Marco is still trying to do this shit, even after everything. I can't be responsible for that. Even if it isn't my fault, the messenger is usually guilty by association.

By the next afternoon, you've almost given up on the matter when Taylor offers to come over with lunch and pictures of his new work project. He's too excited for you to say anything but yes.

You really mean to bring it up the moment he walks in your door, but he's too happy for you to ruin his mood, even if you really don't understand what he's talking about.

"And I'll be going to Europe for a week to help oversee the project! You could come with me."

Your heart cracks a little, seeing his genuine happiness and how everything is finally getting better for him, only for his crappy "best friend" to start this shit again. "I wish I could, babe. Maybe next time."

"For sure!" Then he's off again, gleefully explaining why they chose him to go out of everyone.

After lunch, he finally notices you aren't paying much attention, "Is something wrong? I know this is probably boring to you, but you look distracted, almost worried. Is it because I'm leaving?"

"I just… looking at you." You try to wave him away but he isn't one to be deterred.

He drops his phone on the couch, gently taking your hand. "Listen, whatever it is, you can tell me… if you're comfortable. If it's personal, you can tell me to fuck off and I won't get upset, but if it's something I can help with, I'd like to know."

"Marco wants to date me." You didn't mean to blurt it out so plainly but it's too late to take it back.

Taylor raises an eyebrow, "That isn't exactly breaking news, lover."

"No, babe. He… the other night at the bar… when you left, he walked me to my car. He wants one real, honest, date and if I do it and we don't work out, he'll drop it. He'll finally let me go."

"Sounds like a win-win for you, love." Taylor considers, still keeping your hand in his, his thumb idly drawing circles over your palm. He wants to consider your possible feelings in this situation, "We aren't technically official, right?"

You KNOW he didn't intend those words to sting, but goddamn if they don't hurt. "I mean… I guess not."

Taylor catches the change in your tone and grabs your shoulders, turning you to face him completely. "Hey! No! I didn't mean it like that. Fuck, I’m terrible at this.” He stares at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before continuing, “Look, if we're gonna be together, I don't want there to be any doubt or questions or loose ends. I don't want you to wonder what could have been. Five years from now, I don't want Marco declaring his undying affection for you two days before our wedding and you running off with him. If we're going to end up together, I want it to be 100%, all in."

Somehow his words are like a balm over the previous cut. You want nothing more than to lean over and kiss him, but you know this is a conversation that must be had. "So you actually want me to date Marco? Is that what you're saying?"

"Taylor… that's the single most stupid thing anyone on this planet has ever said. Ever. And we share a planet with Kevin Sorbo."

"No. I want you to date me, but I need you to be sure you wouldn't rather be with Marco. I… I can't go through that again. I don't want anything like that hanging over us. It’s selfish of me to just expect you to be with me and unlike what Marco and Sally did to me, I want you to have a choice… even if it hurts me, even if I don’t win.” The rest of his statement is visible on his face, “Even if you pick Marco.”

"Just… humor me, okay?"

Instinct says no, absolutely fucking not, but Taylor looks so completely genuine and honest and wonderful, emerald eyes gazing warmly at you, how could I ever tell him no? "If I do this, you have to go on a date with Sally." Taylor pales and shakes his head, but you cut him off. "Oh no. This street goes both ways and if one of us has to, we're both gonna do it. We need to set some ground rules first." You squeeze both of his hands, "We're casually dating, right? Not exclusive?"

"Correct."

"So if you fall in love with Sally or another girl and decide she's the light of your life, I promise to not have entirely negative feelings."

"Not entirely?" He grins a little and you feel your heart melt.

"Oh, I'll be super pissed for at least a day. Maybe two."

"And the same goes for you. If you fall madly in love with Marco, I'll step aside. Not gladly, but I'll accept it. So as of now, we’re officially on pause, not together, single."

The room is quiet for a moment while the two of you contemplate the parameters of this arrangement. A frown is growing on his handsome face, "What is it?"

"I don't like this."

"I don't either."

He sighs, kissing the backs of your hands, "One date. I’m not doing this because he wants to date you. I’m doing this for you, for your happiness, for a possible us… but fuck, if this doesn’t feel terrible."

Smiling at him, you finally relent. Maybe one date with Marco won’t be the end of the world. He has expensive tastes, so there’s a good chance you’ll get a fun night out of this. "Okay. I'll agree to one date. One." His forced smile is too much and you release his hand, grabbing his shirt collar and jerking him into a kiss, "But I already know who I want."

"It's Marco, isn't it?" He grins stupidly against your lips and you have time to roll your eyes before he kisses you again.

#lovelink #taylor x reader #marco bottazzi #taylor taylor #down with marco

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 20 | part 21 | part 22 | part 23 | part 24 | part 25

“And cut!” Beckett called. “Great work, gentlemen. That was your best take yet.”

“You know you’re not allowed to say cut, right?” The director glared at him. “That’s my job.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Beckett waved him off. “Why don’t you boys take a ten minute break while we review the footage? You’ve earned it.”

The boys sat on the floor in a far corner on the set.

“I can’t believe we’ve been working our asses off and all we’ve “earned” is a ten minute break.” Z shot daggers at Beckett from afar.

Jesse quickly covered Taeyoung’s ears. “Hello? Little ears are present.”

“You know I ride the bus right?” Taeyoung smirked as he moved Jesse’s hands. “I’ve heard way worse than that.”

“Ugh, who cares?!” T whined. “We’ve been filming for hours. When do we get to eat?”

“If we have to do this again tomorrow, I’m bringing snacks.” Z crossed his arms. “Or maybe even a mini fridge. I’m starving.”

“I mean, tomorrow shouldn’t be as bad, right?” Robaire attempted to boost team morale. “We’re only using the one set since it’s a B-Side. We should be in and out.”

“Guess again.” Jesse glanced at Robaire. “I asked Courtney earlier and she said tomorrow is gonna be hell.”

Everyone groaned.

“If I don’t eat something soon, I’m gonna black out.” Taeyoung dramatically draped himself across T. “My mother didn’t raise me to starve. I can’t even be full with less than three bowls of rice.”

“I want your mom to cook for me.” Jesse groaned. “Mine used to smack my hand every time I went to get seconds. She acted like we were rationing our food.” He rolled his eyes.

“If only she could see you now.” Robaire chuckled half-heartedly.

Just then Courtney walked over. She hugged her clipboard to her chest and looked around nervously.

“I’m not supposed to do this, but…” She handed them a few takeout menus. “Tell me what you guys want. I’ll order it for you.”

They all stared up at her with stars in their eyes.

“Courtney, you’re a goddess.” Z finally said.

“Quickly, quickly.” Courtney snapped her fingers. “I don’t have much time to make the call.”

“Guys, we should totally get pizza.” T’s eyes sparkled. “Check out the picture on the menu.”

The menu had an immaculate glow as they all stared and drooled.

“I can taste the cheese right now.” Robaire licked his lips. “It’s so beautiful.”

“I never wanted to get married until now.” Taeyoung hugged the menu. “I’ve never seen anything so deliciously perfect.”

“So is that what you—”

“Oh, Courtney!”

She flinched. “Yes, sir?”

“What’re you doing over by the boys when I need you over here?” Beckett smiled impatiently.

“I was just asking them if they needed water bottles. They have been filming for—”

“They have legs and they know how to use them.” Beckett raised an eyebrow. “Now come here. I have a job for you.”

“Right away, sir!” Courtney called. “Don’t worry, you’ll be eating soon.” She whispered before rushing off.

“Everyday I wonder why we couldn’t have that angel of a woman as our manager instead of this turd.” Z shook his head.

“It’s because we were brought here to suffer.” T put a hand on his shoulder. “Just accept it.”

“Ugh, I really hope she meant it when she said we can eat soon.” Robaire groaned and clutched his stomach. “I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I saw that pizza. And now Jesse’s starting to look really good.” He paused. “And I don’t mean that in the way I usually do.”

Jesse flipped his hair. “Heh. I knew I was delicious.”

———

Robaire being highkey lowkey bi👀

#4town fanfic #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #turning red 4town #turning red #4town #4townie

[umbrellatte]

Distant 2 | F. Hargreeves

pairings and duos: five hargreeves x reader, five and klaus brotp, ben and klaus brotp, five and ben brotp, lila and five brotp, diego and five slowly getting along

synopsis: after the previous outburst, lila and diego decide to make up for lost time with five.

notes: unlike my other fics, everything from the show happened here, except you were with five instead of him time traveling, returning right after he left so he was same of age.

disclaimer: five is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise!

After Five left the house, with Ben, Klaus and [Name] following behind, Lila stands up, with Diego following suit, as Lila gathers her and Diego's things. “We'll be leaving you lot now, I'm pretty sure this reunion of sorts is done now that the little turd's left. Nice seeing you idiots though.”

“Bye guys. Er, come see us if you want to, i guess.” he says, handing out a paper with his address before walking out with Lila.

“Sorry this day wasn't as good as you wanted it to be, Allison. I'll take my leave now. Sloane should be getting home from work in an hour so i need to go. Bye, Allison.” (for the sake of my sanity, let's say Sloane is alive bc i love Sloane and Sloather or whatever it's called) Luther said, standing up to leave. “I'm glad i got to see you again, Allison. I just wish it ended better. I'll see you soon, okay?”

And with that, Viktor left, leaving Allison alone with her husband soon entering the room. “Hey, if that didn't work out, try again next time, okay?” he reassured his wife. “I don't think they want to, especially Five, Ben and [Name]. Klaus, maybe yes, but he's more of leaning into Five's view. Thats almost half of my siblings, Ray.”

“Let's not assume too much, okay? Maybe they might come back. Not now, maybe someday.” Ray sighs, leading Allison to their couch to relax.

—

As soon as Lila and Diego get home, their five year old son; Stan, whom they named after 'their other' son, ran to them, with Lila's friend and Stan's sitter smiling, as she leaned onto the door frame. “He was quite a handful, just so you know.”

Lila laughs, “Please, i would know that, i gave birth to the bloody child.” Diego soon enters with the car keys in hand, as he runs to his son. “Rahhhhh! The monster is here now!” he calls out, tackling Stan to the floor. “Ahhh no!! I wasn't readyyy that's not fair! Mommy, dad's not playing fair!”

“Diego, get off him, you're going to kill him with how big you are.” Diego laughs scoff-like and gets off his son. “Also, Lila” she hums, indicating she was listening, “[Name] gave me their address if we wanted to visit them, and after Five's little outburst earlier, we should probably see him and make up for god knows how many years of making up to do.”

She hums again, in agreement as she gets ready to make dinner for her friend and son. “Okay, why not. Little turd's gotten me in some thought trance since he started yelling about how i cared more than the others. Five really does have a way of giving more surprises everytime you see the cheeky little bastard.”

“That or you actually do care for the 'little turd'.”, her husband said, emphasizing the little turd

“Don't push it, Diego.”

—

After Ben and Klaus returned to their resoective rooms, you and Five were left on the couch alone, enjoying each other's presence. “Five? Honey?” Humming in response, he looks up to her “Hm?”

“Do you want to go to bed now?” you said, tilting your head to the direction of you and Five's room. “Mhm, okay.” he quietly mumbles. Five stands up to go to their room, walking slowly careful not to fall because he was sleepy.

You catch on to his behavior and helped him go straight to your bathroom to take a bath then head to bed. “C'mon honey, let's get you to bed, okay? I'll be right with you as soon as i finish taking a bath.”

Five smiles at you, curling up into the blanket sprawled upon the bed you share. “Hmm” he responds, to tired and sleepy to speak. A few minutes later and you return, wearing shorts and a shirt for pajamas.

[Name] finds Five already asleep, quietly snoring. You crawl into bed, careful not the wake him up from his well needed sleep and pull the covers over you and Five properly.

Subconciously, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer so his face rested on your chest. He grips tightly on you, as if you would fade away if he let loose or let go. “Goodnight, Five.” planting a kiss, you bid him goodnight, sleep taking over you.

—

The boys were awoken to the smell of a wonderful breakfast consisting of eggs, pancakes and fruit salad. “Mmm.. [Name], is that pancakes i smell?”, was the first thing Klaus said as he walked out of his room. “Yes it is, dear Klaus. Wake Ben and Five up for me, yeah?”

“Yes ma'am!” he says doing a soldier salute, heading to Ben's room. A couple minutes later, Ben walks out with Klaus who was on his way to wake his brother up. “Fiveeee! Wakey wakey!!”

You heard Klaus yell and grimaced as he did. “Ooh, Five is not gonna like that. I should have told him to wake him up gently-” you muttered under your breath, trying to flip the pancake you were cooking.

“I'm up, I'm up, Jesus. Would you stop waking me up like that, Klaus!” scolded a very angry Five because his brother had woken him up in the least peaceful way he wished to have been woken up. “Whoops, sorry! Well it's almost breakfast so you should probably get a move on!” he calls out from the living room.

—

After breakfast, the cores were done. You've swept, made the beds and washed the dishes. Now, you were having fun. So much fun that the knocking on the door was masked by the laughing that echoed the walls from Five trying to escape the tickling of Klaus' evil hands or so he says. “K-klaus! I swear to god, hahaha! Klaus, stop!”

“No! Give me the remote, little shit!” Klaus said, in a villainous voice. “Never! Get off me- haha! Klaus, I'm gonna kill you!” you join in and take the remote from Five. “Ha! I have the remote now, assholes!” you said, running around the house, with your hands up, trying to keep it away from the two.

Ben sighs and closes his book. He stands up and opens the door and is met by Diego, Lila and their child, Stan. “Er, hi? Are we interrupting some kind of war in here?”

“Just get in or something. I'm sure [Name] doesn't care, meaning Five doesn't, eventually. And Klaus is Klaus so just get inside.”

They took off their shoes, and is met by Klaus finally having the remote with his hands up so the remote was out of reach, you on your tippy toes, and Five on his way to grab a chair. “Hey, Five.” Diego greets. The laughter, shouting and bickering soon dies down, and the room is soon as silent as possible. “Hello Diego. What brings you here?”

“I-” Diego stops, incapable of finding the right words. “Lot of lost time to make up for, might as well start now.” Lila concluded for her husband. “I see. Who's the kid?” Five says, slightly smiling. He was glad to know that at least one of his siblings had the decency to make it up to him for all the shit they've done. And Lila, well he wasn't surprised Lila was here considering he was being honest on how he thought, more of knew, in Five's words, that Lila did care. Probably more than his siblings did.

“Our son. His name is Stan.” Lila introduced. “Go on Stan, say hello to them. They're your aunt and uncles.”

“Nice to meet you Stan! I'm your uncle Klaus!” he says, kneeling down so he was in eye view for the boy. “I'm much cooler than your dad, so come by whenever you want! Trust me, I'm cooler company.” he whispers. “I heard that, Klaus.” Diego warns.

“Well! That was heartwarming, anyone want food? We still have leftover pancake batter, depending if Klaus and Ben ate it or not.” you said, practically inviting them to eat. “I've never eaten your stupid batter, [Nickname]! Why the fuck would you think I'd eat any of your goddamn batter!” Ben said from the couch, defending himself. “You do know the quicker you are to deny it, the more likely it is to be true. Meaning you most likely did or do eat [Nickname]'s batter.” Five contradicted.

“Okay, enough. I checked and we still have enough batter for everyone. It'll only take a few minutes before it's done. Make yourselves at home, Diego.”

Sooner or later, the house was packed with chatter, Klaus and Diego bickering over who's cooler, Lila encouraging Stan to talk to you, and Ben and Five having counter points on wheter or not Ben was lying. You decided to start up a conversation with Stan. Why not try and get to know him, you thought.

“Stan, dear, come taste the pancakes, i bet you'll love them!” you called, beckoning him to come. Lila had her hand on Stan, as he walked them to you. “Can i taste it, miss?” you laughed. “Of course you can, and please call me [Name], I'm practically your aunt!”

He smiled and nodded, and you had a piece of pancake on a spoon with whipped cream, and you spoon fed him. “Mmm! Tasthte tho ghood!” he said, mouth full of pancake. “Manners, Stan!” Diego yelled from the living room. “Alright, come eat everyone! There's plenty for all of us!”

You brought the plate of pancakes to the table and had more plates set out for each of you. “Five?” Diego called as they were sat on their chairs, eating. “Yes?”

“Sorry, for being a shit brother and all that.”

“Language, dear brother. There's a child.” Klaus said, his fork pointing at Diego. “Okay, put that down. Jesus.” Ben instructed, his hand pushing Klaus' down. “Thanks. For saying sorry. I forgive you, by the way. I could say the same, considering i wasn't very, open about loving or something of the sort with you. Or everyone, technically.”

“No, it's okay, i get it. You have a hard time showing affection and stuff. I do too sometimes, so i know where you're coming from.”

“I'm gonna assume i don't need to say any sorry's because it was your words, not mine, i cared more than your other idiot siblings.” Lila said, adding a little bit of humor just to keep the tension at a right level. “So, what happened that day? When we all left, how did you end up being with each other?” a curious Diego asked.

You laugh. “Funny thing, Klaus just ended up pushing Five god knows where, i followed Five, Ben followed Klaus. Eventually we just ended up accepting we all just wanted to have one another as company so now we're here, in our own house with the two physical adults with jobs.”

“Klaus has a job?!-” shocked, Diego exclaimed. “Yea, i do!” Klaus happily said. “Oh, and he's fully sober now too. For three years now. Of course he still drinks, but only on special occasions.” Five added. “Congratulations, Klaus.”

“Why thank you, dear brother Diego!”

—

Sadly the day ended, but you had made some kind of pact for a meet up once a month. Five, Ben, Klaus and you bid the family goodbye, while you walked in to clean all the mess from eating and having a small amount of wine. The boys noticed this and loomed at each other.

They all knew what the other was thinking. We should help her, she's been working around the house all day.

You went to pick up the wrappers and trash, when you see another hand pick it up. You look up to see Ben. “Just rest or something.”

You tried find something else to do, keyword being tried. But you see that Five was dealing with the dishes and Klaus was sweeping. “Er, what are you doing?”

“Cleaning, darling. Just rest, you've been cleaning all day.” Five answered. You smiled at their thoughtful actions. “Thank you. I'll just take a bath, if anyone will be looking for me.”

As soon as you left, everyone was in a good mood, knowing they had done something to help you. In Five's eyes, no, in the eyes of all of you, this was a family. It's bound by love, not documents.

#the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #ray chestnut #sloane hargreeves #luther hargreeves #latte's posts 🌹

[chekerbored]

chatgpt writes a convo between William Afton and the south park boys

(Scene: The kids from South Park find themselves in an abandoned warehouse. Suddenly, William Afton emerges from the shadows, his purple attire giving off some serious "creepy uncle" vibes.)

William Afton: Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of pint-sized troublemakers. You lost, or did you come here lookin' for some dark and mysterious shenanigans?

Stan: Whoa, dude, what's with the whole "villain in a purple suit" thing? Are you trying to be some sort of twisted Willy Wonka?

William Afton: (Chuckles) Willy Wonka wishes he could pull off purple like I do. But let me assure you, my young friends, I'm not here to offer golden tickets. I'm here to offer you something far more...soul-crushing.

Kyle: Seriously, man, we don't need any of your creepy animatronics. We deal with enough messed-up shit in South Park already.

William Afton: Oh, I'm well aware of the twisted wonders of South Park. But trust me, my animatronics will make those little turds from Imaginationland look like fuzzy teddy bears.

Cartman: Are you trying to scare us, Purple Dude? 'Cause you're just coming off as the weird uncle at a family reunion.

William Afton: Ah, the mysterious uncle trope. I see what you did there. But let me tell you something, boys. Family reunions have nothing on the horror show I've got planned for you.

Kenny: (Muffled) This is one fucked-up family reunion...

Stan: Look, Mr. Purple Guy, we don't want any part of your twisted carnival ride. We just want to get back to our fart jokes and school shenanigans.

William Afton: Fart jokes, huh? Well, I guess you boys are already well-equipped to handle the stench of fear. But remember, even in the world of farts and giggles, darkness lurks just around the corner.

(William Afton fades back into the shadows, leaving the kids feeling a mix of unease and laughter.)

Ω Well, well, well, what do we have here, you little South Park troublemakers? Looks like you stumbled into my secret lair, where all the naughty fun happens. But don't worry, kiddos, Uncle William's got a special surprise just for you.

Stan: Whoa, dude, you're giving off some serious "creepy uncle" vibes. Are you the reason they invented "stranger danger"?

William Afton: (Chuckles darkly) Stranger danger? Please, I'm more like the reason they invented "uncle jokes." But trust me, my little friends, I've got something far more twisted in store for you than just bad puns.

Kyle: Seriously, man, we're not interested in your messed-up toys and games. We've dealt with enough bizarre shit in South Park.

William Afton: Oh, I'm well aware of the bizarre wonders of South Park. But my animatronics will make your weird town feel like a preschool playground. Prepare for a journey through the darkest corners of humor, my young jesters.

Cartman: Yeah, whatever, Purple Perv! We're not falling for your sick tricks. We've faced far scarier stuff, like ginger kids and a certain "screw you guys" attitude.

Kenny: (Muffled) Fuckin' creep show...

Stan: Look, Mr. Purple Guy, we don't have time for your messed-up funhouse. We've got our own twisted adventures back in South Park, and they don't involve killer robots.

William Afton: Twisted adventures, huh? Well, it seems you boys are already well-versed in the art of twistedness. But remember, the darkness can be one hell of a punchline, and I'm the master of comedic nightmares.

(William Afton disappears back into the shadows, leaving the kids with a mix of unease, confusion, and awkward laughter.)

#fnaf #fnaf memes #William afton #south park #south park memes

[iturmom]

my life is a creepypasta

i think? idrk. this some scp shit i don’t even. okay so.

someone may remember, back in august i received the first two packages of my belongings from my mother’s house. i asked in the tags of the post i made about it to guess how many spiders were in the package. i was confident there would be some, probably dead, bc most of the items i asked for were stored in the garage and i saw with my own eyes how much the spiders liked my boxes so i figured there would be something. but no, that time the only items i received were stored upstairs so no spiders. 

well i received two more packages this week, and most of that stuff was kept upstairs too so i wasn’t expecting any spiders and i did not see any.

but there was something strange. in the first of the most recent two boxes, the one with all my socks and random other clothing items, there was a cheap necklace set with earrings. it came in a tattered black box with no lid. it was noteworthy bc i did not ask for anything like that, nor had i ever seen the jewelry before. so i examined it a little closer. i pulled the foam with the jewelry attached to it out of the box and found a strange object. the only thing that i could think to compare it to was a mouse turd. but it was noticeably not a mouse turd. it was about the same shape and size but smooth and somewhat shiny and a warm brown color. my first thought was wtf is this bitch smuggling into these packages is this anthrax is she still trying to kill me even tho i’m now thousands of miles away? these are my immediate reactions. then i figured it must have been some sort of strange bead or a mouse turd or something. 

i replaced the foam back into the box with the strange brown bead (?) still inside and sat it on my dresser. i wrote off the necklace as a weird way for her to try to compensate for trying to kill me by giving me a gift. idfc i was just going to see if anyone else in the house wanted it. now i don’t really know what to do.

so i’ve been exhausted all day today. woke up at 1p and i barely left my bed until 6. i left my room and ate with june when i got up at like 2 but was so exhausted i went back to bed. and i kept hearing this scratching sound. at first i thought it was like a squirrel or something scratching around in the grass under my window bc the window was open. then i realized it was definitely inside my room so i thought it was a mouse. i looked in the general area where the sound was coming from and decided i was not going to find whatever it was and laid back down. 

so i got up at 6, went and did shit, and then came back to my room after watching the sunset to take my meds. and i heard it. and i decided i was awake enough to investigate further. i realized the sound was definitely coming from on top of my dresser. i leaned in. it sounded like it was coming from under the painting that an old friend gave me (another item i received in a package from my mother, but one of the first two). i looked under it and realized that it was hanging off the edge so a large bug could have gotten up under there, or even a lizard bc they come inside sometimes. i was kind of wary of what it could be so i gently and slowly lifted the painting. nothing. i put it back. heard scratching. leaned in. that jewelry box! whatever it was was trapped in the jewelry box. 

i got some items to pry it open with. i didn’t know wtf was in there and didn’t want to touch it with my bare hands on accident. got it open. a fly. wtf. the mfer did not look good. he was certainly on his last legs. i figure it’s because, the bugs and small creatures that get in this building do not survive for long (i assume whatever’s in the shit the bug guy sprays works very well). alarms were going off in my head. the alarms say bioweapon and i’m not trying to find out where this weirdness is heading. i dump the contents of the box so i can put the mfer out of his misery (he wasn’t going to survive very long anyway) and i noticed. that little brown bead? the shit was empty. 

that thing i had no frame of reference for that looked like a mouse turd and i ultimately decided was a strange bead. was. a fucking. MAGGOT (at one point. i do not know enough about fly life stages to know what to call that stage of its life if anyone knows feel free to comment). AND THE MFER HATCHED LIKE A FUCKING SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. WTF WHY DID THAT BITCH SEND ME THAT!?!?!?!?

idk what to do with this anomaly i have received. my brain is still stuck on bioweapons and i really don’t know what to make of this occurrence. i picked up the dead fly in a tissue along with his empty casing and put it back in the box to keep as evidence in case i die. 

if there are anymore noteworthy updates to this story i will provide them (if i survive a potential update to this story) and if anyone is wondering or can provide advice, the fly looked pretty normal. the markings on its back were gray and black stripes. it was laying in (what i assume to be) its own questionable goo.

#it's a biggun #wtf is my life #bugs tw

[crystalbrain7]

crystalbrain-l'anus de cristal

send ur 0.034 ETHs here:

ok, sometimes i don't know whether somethin is a mouth or an anus, but this really looks like a big anus in the sky i guess. liek maybe its made of crystal, liek etherealeum? i don't know money, i'm not too rich so i try to use cryptographickalcurrency to buy myself a demonburger at burger king. i hear a lot about a merge which is somethin crystalbrain just tries to be cool and work with, because he's a smooth criminal liek that but not liek michael jackson having kids over for sleepovers because eww forget that. i suppose if u wanted to hear something intelligent to say u could say that money is shit. actually that might not be intelligent, but money turns everythin to shit i guess, including the internet, but i need it to buy a demonburger at burger king or maybe a venus fly trap burger at some other burger joint.

this is definitely some cool shit because it is made from crystalbrain's biography being turned into a kaleidoscope which ended up looking like a crystal anus. there was a lot of tweaking (not that kind of tweaking) and then it looked more anus-like, and then a gradient was put on the background. are u with me? be birthed like a turd into whatever lies beyond, maybe a golden toilet or somethin, i dunno.

#nft #nftcommunity #nft artist #nftartist #nftartists #cryptoart #fractal art #digital art #digital artist

[solardick]

So i walked past this girl today. Whike getting coffee and she gave me attitude as she walked oast ne cause i wasn’t oogling her. Yup. I hate life.

You werent that pretty girl. Youre too overdone. And im pretty sure ive been dosed with soemthign again. Becaus ei have no drive and all i can feel is my rectum. Its disturbing. Like i soend all night beign fucked while unconscious. Maybe its prostate cancer. And im about to become impotent.

Sorry, no life for you. You are now abject. From everything.

Thinkbill complete the imf course and then apply to the training course. And then boom.

How long does it take to die from prostate cancer.? …. Awh. Its not very good. High chance of survival. Naw, im peeing fine.

Awh, what happened to ted lasso? It’s all a chick drama. Fuck season two. The forst season was great. Skip to the end of season. Whats the outcome?

Clench clench clench clench. Muscle gonna get sore.

Guess im never gonna know what not feeling abused is like. In a world thats hypes peace and love. What a bunch of bullshit.

Maybe its the pine apple. Or the “dominance of venus aspects with transiting mars. They are stealing mars from me. The whole controling projectstions thing they do day in and day out.

So what to do with all this time off? Too much co trol and oppresion to be able to fucntion anyeay.

Of course. Ted lasso gors from supper positive, proactive and supportive and motivational to season two of a feminine drama to season three of homosexuality. Touch media. Keep uo the brain eashing.

I need a ciggarette. Keep my idealized depression going and gove me an upper to whatever brain chemical produces functional behavior. And more unatural weather varying 25+ degrees a week. Right god? Or ehatever they doing to the weather.

Oh and its a day for crows. Waiting to devour ny fucken soul.its like a giant turd. Spreading out its arms wanting to hug you.

In going to go hang out at work. 20+ years of solitude and debasemment have left me insane. To be alone. So we take to mars and we go to venus.

So the baseball manager is fired and,

So the girl is gone. Maybe it was the devil card that did it. I did everything right. Guess we had near exact aspects. Guess she couldn’t handle me reflecting back her own bs. It was so nicely done too. Cause i gave it to the guy that she used to flirt with to hurt me, to give to her.

Alright whos the next girl? Im starting to win these. And since ive already been raped thi k it may be safe now. For other pwoole to mind therir OWN FUVKING BUSINESS.

Oh look that girl just gave me a nod of approval.

Should have seen their faces when i showed up and said yeah, i’d rather be here then watching gay tv. All of their faces sunk and showed disposition. Bunch of queers. And well for ted lasso was pretty much the experience i was being guided through at the time of its release. From a new start full of motivation. To a drasic change of queer bs. And then they raped me. Well atleast the forst season is safe. Im gonna binge that until its memorized. And i can role play as him.

Civilization only looks like a simulation because is lot f eats it is. It is basses asround sn organized script witH its own mathematical laws emdeded into the vary fabric of society. Took generations to perfect. Its an artificial plan for an artificial life. Robotics.

Whatever. Ive been being treated sexually since i was 6 years old. Your fucken system stile everything from me even childhood. I dont want to be alive anymore. And then family stole my you g adulthood and now they are dtealing my maturity. Theres not a dtate in my life where i dont get fucked over.

Ok so Russians and war. Current dialogue says to refrain from russian influence. That they are an enemy to the current state of affairs and are being a real irritate to the peace and dove agenda of the wanting wor’d order. Its curious in comparison that the films releases here say, that plugging into artificial reality is discouraged. Attention needs to be paid to reality. Focus and attention on real world matters is suggested. This also in line to “covid” as does sword art alone. The japenesse series places thr timing of its event on 2022. Wile being released to the public on 2012. Shows a trap in virtual reality, while all reasoning is to escape the imprisonment. Eventual the protagonists do. But remain there afterwards. With the use of free will and choice. And the american film. 2012. Shows a world being swallowed by the ocean.

If one goes to, or went to duolingo and chose russian the first word they learn is stupid. With in this bubble of conditioning. Any attempt to move forwards in the strengthening the proactive use “masculinity” towards the power of logo. Is discouraged. Subject must needs divergence from natural script. Taken out and drowned in lies.

Trying at outmost to steal the only connection one had left. All good will. And the presence of god guiding me true. When the atmoshpere turns and is impregnated eith meaning. And if one fallows it. leads to the wondrous. Uplifting stabilizing kiss of an angel.

It’s, fucken miraculous.

I hope a get to see her again. It feels my heart with intimacy. Hahah only from an angel.

It does feel like a turd. Well they are selling turd toys. Hot to catch them young.

Just got to live a life of being forced to be dissatisfied. Dont get want you want, dont get what you need, you dont get a say.

Hmm feel those muscles.

And no to becoming a desire driven invalid. That knows no bounds. Nope. I cut that thread it was nothing but evil and death. Haunted by the family and all these supporters. I was born in hell. Thats all there is. With their gross shit encrusted finger grappling on to me. Got to create a new emergence scene, one away from the evil feminine and the degenerate, delinquent masculine. Into the abscence of bs with the effeminate. Same script. Almost died. Didn’t matter.

Quit watching tv or gaming. Out effort in repairing myself, still under constant destabilizing pressures. But then i was lured and guided to walmart. And its pisces capital. All motivation being sent towards acquirement. Haha. Framing my disposition towards their goals. Making sure im a wreck. Set up experiences. As desperation grew ever more towards that peace of angel or just even a mutual back and forth. Nothign matters. Continue the show. Where do i go? What do i see? What do i feel?

Who am i here to please?

So we will fallow through on the opportunity to de-toxify. Think about shape. Work on healthier habits. And then. I lose everything and have to start over again.

When i stop feeling my ass. That be great. Im not sure if a need to take a shit or take a dick. Or if their both the same thing. I aint fucken ifentifying with that. Mars venus meecury mars venus mercury. So many positive relastionship aspects and here i am alone. Ass tingling. Fantastic. Guess their never going to stop. Think i might need some medication soon. Like an anti depressant. Theuy’d bever give me a gun though.

But at any rate. When it comes to designing a deck. Using a preset. Writing out a list of power words and attaching to them images one would like to see. And then setting them to script. Add in numerology. Namely the law of the scriptless. And attch that to the calendar. With trued attaention of the clock. A triple layer. The forth layer consist of “surface appearance” and the various association that can be implicated.

From this the mind can pick up various interconnected patterns. Swaying through layers to near 500 000 posibilities. 27 to the power of four.

That be fun.

There’d have to be a rule for the stance of each letter depending on its position in the power word. As if the E-fool was kept. All words starting with E. E is a complex number. It extends at length to an infinite object. Whether. Its a stop sign or a go. Remember there are no go signs. Ever. Is a power word. It includes all. Or excludes all. Never ever. Every- thing-one-body-time.. Extend. Extinguish. Endeavour. And one may see the difference the second letter fallowing E has in shaping to harmony. Though i dislike how endeavour starts with an end. Like end favour.

Which is…. Cool, considering the E card for the above is found inside the Emperor. Standing for letter F. One can fallow the predesvribe order. And focus on changing the image itself of the emperor to the scripts antagonist. Since you know Fuck, is an Ever word. And fail. Fall. Feel, fleet, fly, finger. Fish flow. Fact. Fun. So F isnt so Fun at the 4th level word. Or so dumb crap like that. Its late im tired. And my ass is still “sensible.” Im afraid to go near it.

Hm, guess the only thing i was ever ment to focus on in life was sex. 6 years old. Not allowed not to be. Its just keeps coming from without. Wtf, right? I dont know. Theyre jsut going to keep doing it. And i may be out of a job again. Because people wont leave me be. I dont want to get drunk and killmyself. Thats a shitty way to go. Id rather a gun.

Its time to send me a sexy Adreian. All chill and relax and sensous. Fill me up good. All inknownis sex drigs and violence. Indont knwo anythign else. Im not allowed to. Ive never felt loved before. Not from a person. Only my angel. Only from an animal.

My butt is gonna be so tight. He’s gonna love it. Im no stranger to the dick i was born and bred for this shit. Over 30 years training. You’ll never go back. Oh rats. I finished on pussy. God dammed it.

Thank you lord, god and father. For being there for all results. May your graceful light dance on the wind and kiss my cheek. Awh, i blush lord, god and father. Be you a presence of obtained bounty in mine air.

Amen.

I can prey better then you can mother fuckers.

Or like P for the hanged man, hanging there. Its head, aburst with light. Happy little guy. Poor poor hanging penis. Its tied there. Just a little snip.

Yeah’ my doctor snipped me. Wifey doesn’t like the downlow process of pairing plastic. And no more kids! Am I right?” O dont know my life is beign wasted away in an artifical program to turn me into a women for beign intentionally destabilized? Well hate to beat you to the punch but your thirty years too late. I fixed that shit. That shit was wrong. And i know its not my fault. And it still osnt now. Wow. Look at that. Its true what they say about reach arounds. Uh. I mean come arounds.

Truth in misery and all that.

Maybe if the world stoped killing my “prayers” id post soemthign other than bs.

Awh yeah. I think my gas broke. I got a shit baby to deliver.

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