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abbythewritor · 10 months

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"Janitor" Fnaf Security Breach x Fem reader. *2*

Description: What happens when Y/n L/n lands a cleaning Job at the mega pizza plex? How will she handle all the Animatronics falling for her?

Warnings: Slight drama, blood, and jealousy, but other than that, none.

Rated: PG-13.

Other things:

-Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory.

-Cassie and Gregory are in High School, working as security guards to keep Freddy and everyone else safe.

-I added a new Daycare attendant named Jester, who will be introduced later, and of course, the attendees got new Upgrades, thanks to Gregory.

-The OCs I will be using aren't mind, and the User names will be linked at the end of the chapter; the credits go to them :)

-Finally, no adult content will be included in this story.

Enjoy the second chapter :)

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"Wow! Good Job, newbie, we cleaned up in under 2 hours!" Dj's room was finally thoroughly cleaned, and thanks to you, your bright Idea of using some sort of Shop-vac to pick up toys, candy, and other stuff left by kids made this whole Job thing a little easier.

Cyrus, who had just finished putting the vac away, stood by as you sat on the floor, sipping a freshly opened juice box. Looking at his fazz watch, the time read 1:15pm, and a satisfied smile formed his lips. "If we keep this up, we can reach the daycare area by 5. You get the gist of things quickly, Newbie; I knew you'd get the hang of it. Plus, I think you went to the top of Mr. Dj's new friend's list." Chuckling, you sipped more of your juice. "I'm not his friend, Cryus; I just complimented his sunglasses." Cryus sat next to you, slightly nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, and everything else. I knew you didn't say anything, but I can easily see a person's body language when they're geeking out. So you're a robot fan, huh?" Your eyes rolled. "Glamrocks, actually." His eyes widened. "No way, really? Wow, is that why you took the job? Wait... you're not planning on anything weird with Freddy and the others, are you-OUCH!! Hey!! Hey!" He laughed when you hit his shoulder.

"Take your mind out of the gutter; I got this job for the money. Besides, I may be a geek, but at least I'm not like one of those Crazed fans who always kiss their posters." Cyrus nodded. "True, we had a fair of those people come here, not to Freddy, but foxy, surprisingly. Poor guy, we had to close his meet and greet early one day because an older woman came to him with his shirt off." "PFFFT" Apple juice came out of your nose as you and he began to die with laughter. Not believing him, you turned to him with surprise once you stopped coughing. "Really? You're shitting me." His head shook. "Nope, not kidding; I got the whole thing on tape if you want to see it later?" Sighing, your head shook.

"Can this place even surprise me more? First, the pizza here is actually good, Second, I meet a Gianormous spider, who's not a human-eating creature, and finally, I get told a story where Foxy almost got molested." Chuckling, Cyrus put his arms behind his back. "You'd be surprised at what happens at the daycare; Poor Sun has to deal more with the kid's actions than Jester and Moon." Your head tilted.

"Jester and Moon?"

"Oh, they are the attendants with Sun, but their moment to shine is when Nap-Time happens. Jester was meant for both morning and Day, but he takes Tag too seriously." Smirking, you leaned onto your right elbow, now fully onto the floor. "Sounds like me; I hate kids." "Same...but someone has to take care of them while the Parents are gone, the same as we have to take care of this place..." Standing up, he stretched.

"Alright, if we head to the Glamrocks dressings rooms now, we'll still be able to make it while they are still performing, which makes perfect timing for us to clean. Now, being the Geek that you are...I doubt they would be out now, but don't worry, I will give you plenty of chances to see them when that time comes." Nodding, you adjusted your hat. "No problem, not in a rush when it comes to that anyway; I know how busy they all can be. Especially Freddy." Cyrus smiled at you. "Glad you understand, Newbie; now come on. DJ! WE OUTA HERE!!"

"Right on! Thank you, Cyrus and little lady! Don't be a stranger, ok?"

Chuckling, your co-worker held a thumbs up towards the tunnel. "Will do! Say Hi to Mini Dj for us!! Come on, Y/n, let's head to the VIP area." Nodding, you followed behind as he began to walk, grabbing the mop bucket as the both of you headed that way.

In all reality, Mr. Dj's room was pretty neat, even though it was large and a lot to clean; you had fun getting to know the spider, the area, and Cyrus a little more.

This job won't be so bad if the other animatronics are excellent as Dj.

Just as long as you keep your head up and do not embarrass yourself in front of the Glammrocks, you should be fine...

Right?

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"Cyrus! What are you doing here?!" With a lot of walking, you both made it to the VIP area.

It was huge, right next to the entrances, as many different colored rooms were aligned inside a vast wall, each color representing a different Glamrock and their personalities.

Besides the rooms, you were taking in the mall itself, as the true size of it through your eyes was amazing. Multiple floors, stores, and people surrounded the structure, as familiar music from the Glamrocks played throughout the area.

Many children, adults, and teens walked passed the screen in many different directions, the camera focusing on you as you tried your best not to bump into any people, the mop bucket still being pulled by your grasp.

Not being bothered by Cyrus, he was heading over to a familiar yet older boy, who was shocked to see your Co-worker at this moment. "Gregory! My man!" Giving each other a hug, Gregory fisted his shoulder. "Look at you, man; Summer treated you well." Cyrus was shocked by his comment. "Look at me?! Look at you! You are all grown up! Just yesterday, you and Freddy were being chased by killer Vanny and the others! Just think of how it would go down now!." The boy chuckled while scratching his neck. "It was 8 years ago, Cyrus; Vanny's gone now, unable to hurt anyone again." "Thanks to you! Man, you Kicked that bunny's but! From the beginning, you knew she was involved with the Animatronics going a wall; now, none of them are shut down because of you. Look! You're even freddies personal security guard! How's that going?" Gregory slumped. "It's tiring; Freddy takes every chance of the day to see every. Single. Child. It's annoying enough that I must deal with the crying Kid's parents above it all. They say some...vulgar things..." Cyrus chuckled while his hands went to his hips. "That's Freddy for yah, and yes, sure, the parents suck, but hey, on the bright side, you get to spend more time with him, right?" Gregory shrugged. " I guess your right? But since he's always busy, I tend to hang out with Cassie more than anything. But enough about me, what about you? How's life going for you, and who is that? Is she your girlfriend?" He looked to you, who was being an airhead and was too busy looking around more, stars filling your eyes. Cringing at the sight of you, Cyrus turned to Gregory. "One, I still live with my mom; two, that is Y/n, the newbie; and three, no, she is not my girlfriend." "Huh." Gregory crossed his arms. "That's the Newbie? She doesn't look shy and timid to me-" "Yeah, Dean said that to Dj too...but she's a total geek; you should have seen her when I beat her at a race, anyway, are the gang still performing?" Gregory nodded. "The Guys are; Foxie and Chica don't perform until later tonight; they're practicing for their Duo downstairs. Do you guys need to clean their rooms right now?" Cyrus nodded. "Might as well, since we are on time; we just want to get it cleaned before they get done so fan girl over here....doesn't get too overwhelmed." They both looked to you, who was standing there like an idiot, who played with the ends of her hair and fiddled with your Tee-shirt. Gregory laughed at his statement, his hand lifting his hat up slightly. "I get that; I know Bonnie and Freddie can get a little touchy around new people, so I'll try to keep them distracted until you are done." Cryus patted his back. "Thanks, Gregory, always the hero; hey, Newbie!" Getting your attention, you looked at him as he motioned to you with his thumb. "Let's get started; follow me!" Nodding your head, you grabbed the mope bucket to follow him, walking past Gregory as he told you the plan, both of you heading to Freddie's room first.

Gregory, who just shook his head, sighed as familiar sounds of doors rang through his ears. Turning, he saw Freddy and Familiar animatronics coming toward him, which made him smile.

"Freddy!" He yelled, catching the attention of the bear, who was talking to Bonnie on his right side. "Gregory!" He replied, tail wagging as the boy ran up to him, latching himself onto the robot. "Look at Ya, boy, all dressed up and everything," Foxy spoke, referring to his uniform as the boy adjusted his hat. "Yeah, I never expected this outfit to be this fancy; it feels kinda weird." Monty glared at him. "You're making it feel weird, kid; it looks good on ya." Bonnie nodded. "I agree; besides, it's better than wearing those clothes daily, right?" Gregory huffed, his arms crossing. "At least those close were comfy." Freddy chuckled while putting a hand on his back. "Well, I'm proud of you, superstar; it's a rare opportunity for a high schooler to get this job; you should feel honored." The boy crossed his arms. "I'll feel honored when the stupid parents stop bullying me. Everyone besides him and Monty laughed, Freddy looking at him again. "Greggory, if I can ask, is there a way can we go to our rooms yet to recharge? There is a malfunction I need to check; my left eye seems to be a bit more blurry than usual." "I wish you guys could, but Cyrus has a Newbie with him; they're cleaning your rooms as they speak." Bonnie's eyes widened. "Theirs a new Janitor? Why isn't Dean here then?" Gregory shrugged. "Dunno, but Cyrus doesn't want to overwhelm her, so it's best if you guys do something else for now." Freddy nodded with a smile. "No problem, superstar, we'll think of something." Foxy did a stretch. "Yar...might as well be heading to my ship; I don't want Roxy putting her dirty paws on me, gold..." Bonnie's eyes rolled. "I told you, foxy, it's not roxy who steals it; kids sometimes swallow those things, you know?"

"Doesn't matter; my gold matters too much; I need to protect it." Watching Foxie walk away, trying his best to avoid crowds and kids, Bonnie just sighed. "Him and his Gold, I'm off to go play bowling. El-chip has bets of years of free tacos if I can get a perfect strike score; wanna join, Monty-Monty?" The gator just huffed, a pissed-off look hinting on his face as Freddy and the bunny grew concerned. He walked away from the group, probably heading to Gator Golf, as the three watched, unable to do anything else about it. Gregory sighed, looking at Freddy. "Did his guitar break again?" Freddy nodded sadly. "The instrument is not what it used to be, he got it before Vanny corrupted him and the others, and it was the only thing that could keep him calm. But now, it keeps breaking during performances, which concerns people and his fans." Gregory's brows furrowed. "Can't he just get it fixed?" Bonnie shook his head. "No, he doesn't trust anyone with it, especially when Cyrus switched to Daycare; he is the only one who can fix his guitar." "Then why not ask Cyrus to fix it himself? It's not like he'd turn Monty down, right?" Freddy sighed. "It's not that simple for Monty; he cares about Cyrus a lot, but since Cyrus switched to daycare, it made him angry enough to be a threat. When Vanny corrupted everyone, he went straight to Cyrus, doing something horrible that none of us can forget. " "Wow...and he doesn't want to hurt him again...I understand...Vanny caused him that fear, and to get rid of it must be hard." Bonnie nodded. "Yes, But I'm afraid for him..." Gregory tilted his head. "Why is that Bonnie?" sighing more, Bonnie looked to Monty, who seemed to be kneeling down to a Toddler, who touched the Gator's snout with pure love and fondness. Even the gator didn't show his genuine emotions; he tried to put on his best face for the toddler, not letting his Guitar or the past get to him. "Each day, that fear grows more and more, kids are getting ignored, he lashes out if nothing going right, and heck, even Roxy can't put him back in line. If something doesn't happen to help the poor guy."

"He'll just end up getting worse, day by day."

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"And finally, we are done!!!" It took a while, but the rooms of the glam rocks were finally cleaned.

Cyrus was impressed as you cleaned Montie's room by yourself, picking up every destroyed object, dirt, and even leftover presents from fans on the floor or the walls.

You ensured not to touch the robot's personal stuff, as everything in the room was essential and organized. This wasn't even a part of your payroll, but doing the extra stuff made at least your OCD ten times better.

Shocked as hell, his mouth was open wide as you stood up, whipping the sweat from your forehead. "It took a lot of elbow grease, but I think I managed to get it mostly cleaned-" "MOSTLY CLEANED?!" You squealed a bit as Cyrus's hands went everywhere. "THE WHOLE ROOM IS SPOTLESS!!!" You chuckled. "Yeah, guess I got carried away; I hope that isn't a problem, Cyrus." "Are you kidding?" You looked up at him smiling. "That isn't a problem, Y/n; it's a great skill to have, I wish I was like that when I was little, but of course, I had to be a pain in the ass." "Well, I am not like that; I get terrible OCD when things are misplaced, so cleaning Monty's room was basically therapy for me." You replied, feeling a hard slap coming from him onto your back. "I'm glad, newbie!" He chirped, throwing a towel over his left shoulder. "Monty can get pretty angry sometimes, even after the whole hacking incident; things have changed, and doing this for him makes the Gater a little bit happier each day." He then sighed.

"Though, that's all we could do; he didn't used to be like this." Your brows furrowed."What do you mean?" Cyrus was silent for a while before looking to the ground. "Before I transferred to Daycare, I was a mechanic for the Glamrocks." Your eyes widened. "Really? That's cool!" He chuckled. "Yeah, it was cool, alright, being able to hang out with the most excellent Robots in history, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Roxy, Monty. Honestly, out of all six of them, I seemed more attached to Monty than everything; we were best friends. Whenever he malfunctioned, he came to me with the saddest eyes, or when Roxy or even Foxy said something wrong, we would always talk about the situation and work the stuff out."

He paused before pouting, trying his best not to cry just a little. "I fixed his damn guitar before every. Single. Show. His temper tantrum was the death of me of my time there, but somehow I always managed to fix it and make the gator happy. I miss that feeling....but when the glitches happened, and Freddy and the gang started to act weirder than usual, the company switched me over to daycare, which hadn't been touched by the virus at the time." Your eyebrows furrowed, and one of your hands was on his back as he struggled to get the following words out, his eyes looking at the guitar Monty o-so cares about. "He hated me leaving, and trust me, I didn't want to transfer either, but it was for my and other people's safety as well; Monty was like a brother to me. Sometimes when I try to talk to him now, I get an angry huff, and he walks away. It hurts, yes, but it's not his fault...I should have stayed when I should..." His hands ran through his hair, and shaky breaths and sad motions came from him, which made your heart instantly break. You don't know why he's telling you this when you only met him today, but hearing the story of his and Monty's bond is hard to ignore.

"Cryus...I-I don't know what to say..." He chuckled sadly, looking at you. "You don't have to say anything, Newbie....what's in the past is done, and now what I can try to do to lift his spirits is clean, clean, and clean....thank you for your help, Y/n, but, I think we should cut training today short." Your eyes widened with surprise. "A-Are you sure? We still have a lot to do-" Cyrus smirked. "Go home; night shift people will take care of the Daycare area tonight, just as long as you're ready to clean again tomorrow, alright?" Watching him get up, you were confused at first but understood since the Situation and tension were high right now; no, you nodded in agreement. "Alright, but at least let me finish up here; there are just some holes I need to patch up." He snorted at your stubbornness. "You don't quit, do you?" Shrugging, you smirked. "What can I say? You hired a germaphobe." Shaking his head with a smile, he rummaged through his pockets before throwing you something. "Alright, here." Catching it, you looked to see it was a pair of keys. "Monty's room will need to be locked when you are done; he rarely goes in here, so you don't have to worry about him coming in anytime soon." You nodded again. "Alright...thanks." "Just, when you're done, give the keys to Gregory; we don't want anything happening if those keys are found by kids or teens, okay, Newbie?"

Saluting to him, your face went cute. "Yes, sir!" He cringed. "Just finish up you doof." And with that, Cyrus left you in Montie's room.

Looking around and out of windows to see if no one was coming, your body turned, looking at Monty's broken yet elegant guitar.

Hearing his story replay in your head caused your heart to break while staring at it more, as your hands gently grasped the large instrument.

You play a little guitar at home, and you had a fair share of broken instruments, special ones. So hearing that story, knowing Monty's pain and anger, it's like looking in a mirror.

Everyone has bad days, but this Monty has been dealing with a lot of them for many bad days.

Yes, you are a Janitor, and Yes, you shouldn't be thinking this, and yes, it's only your first day, but if you were going to work here forever, you might as well start building a relationship with your co-workers and even the glam rocks. Feeling the guitar, every inch, string, and flaw this machine has, you knew exactly how to fix it. "Alright, Monty, you suffered enough days of anger......Now..."

"It's time to make things right."

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Monty's guitar :)

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wild-karrde · 2 months

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I'm gonna say something, and it's not targeted at any one user in particular because I've seen this ramping up A LOT across the fandom, especially with the premiere coming this week.

People are allowed to have different expectations/hopes/opinions than you, and that's not a personal attack on anyone. They are allowed to do that.

You can hope a character comes back from the dead. In a franchise that has practically written the joke that only Qui-Gon Jinn can't survive a lightsaber to the chest, I think it's more than fair to hope Tech re-emerges (I have my own EXCEPTIONALLY dark theories on how that may go, but we'll see). It's also ok for you to want him to stay dead. You are completely allowed to think that his arc hard run its course and his death served a purpose.

You can like the clones' physique as it's portrayed. You can prefer them thicker. And having one of these opinions is not an attack on the other.

You can want a happy ending for the Bad Batch and can be sad if it doesn't happen. That's allowed. You can also expect them to all die and to have our souls crushed. And wanting one of those doesn't make you "naive" or "too dark" or whatever adjective for not expecting the other.

I could go on and on with examples, but all to say there's this weird passive aggressive atmosphere going on right now where people post one thing, and others in the same circles/community feel the need to post the exact opposite like it's some kind of weird debate. There's posts circulating that feel borderline shaming for people that have particular hopes for the season. This is Tumblr. People just post stuff that makes them happy. Posting something you enjoy or have a theory about on a show isn't an attack on someone else or their opinions. And if you don't like someone's opinions THAT MUCH, then just unfollow them. It's really that simple. I've done it without saying a word to the person I disagreed with.

It's just really strange to me that a community that thrives off of theories and possibilities and different character interpretations and twisting threads of canon into complex stories based on a single line of dialogue or passing glance would be getting chippy with one another for having the same types of theories and hopes for undetermined canon. This is media we all love, so can we please let each other have our individual thoughts and opinions about it? I have had PLENTY of differing opinions with my friends on here about things I did/didn't like in a show. They're still my friends though.

In addition, can we all remember that just because something doesn't turn out the way you wanted, that doesn't mean it's bad; sometimes, sure, it's bad, but what I've found is that most likely means it just wasn't for you. And that's fine. Not everything can/should be for you. So go write a fic about it. Seriously. We all live for AUs. Go do it.

Let's all just be kind to one another, yeah? Because lately it feels like we're stepping on one another's excitement, and I'm not here for that.

#maybe we all just chill #because the last few weeks have been a lot #and every time I log on here I find I'm getting annoyed #let people have their feelings and hopes and theories #it costs you nothing #and impacts you in no way #and that's why we're all here anyway right?#so just be nice #don't be a wombat

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Howdy! May I request for Kinger x reader? Uh, I know this blog is mainly scenarios and stuff, but I really only simp for Kinger, so requesting the other characters for the scenarios format is practically me wasting ur time when u could be doing other stuff (sorry if that sounded rude and also sorry to people who like the rest of the TADC cast). Also cuz I don’t have a scenario in mind.

I’m not looking for anything specifically, I just kinda want reader to hang out with Kinger for the day. I guess what I mean is jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, mind-bending fluff? Moments where Kinger seems sane? Sorry if this is all a lot.

Kinger x reader fluff!

youre all good!! youre allowed to request solo characters; nothing wrong with that !! and youre not being rude at all, me thinks! this is likely going to be all over the place and be the admin just vomiting out ideas; since this is a general list of hcs !! yahoo!! we'll see; i tend to write these authors notes before anything else!!

i feel that this is a given with kinger, but he wants to make sure youre okay at all times; usually trailing behind you and keeping you in his sight... it can get annoying sometimes, i think, but he doesnt mean anything weird or controlling or what have you. the man has already lost so much, and he truly may not be able to come out at the other side if something were to happen to you.. you know?

tends to ramble a lot to you about random things, usually his interests and some of his experiences; however sometimes he does push for you to infodump on him in return, he sometimes feels bad that he talks more in the relationship and sometimes feels that you dont often get much time.. to speak...? you know?

basically tries to subtly push that youre allowed to talk his digital ears off for however long you want, you know?

if he wasnt likely naked under that robe and if he could take it off; he seems like to type to lay it out over a puddle so you can walk over it.... gives off very stereotypical gentleman energy, i think... likes holding doors for you, pulling your chair out for you and pushing it back in, giving you flowers, things like that

god no because the look he has in his eyes when hes looking at you and around you isnt like the usual lost or zoned out look he usually has. you keep him grounded just enough, and make him feel secure and safe

and i think thats nice

oftentimes asks to sleep with you or asks you to sleep with him; as long as it ends up with you guys sharing a room for the night. again, mostly so he can be assured that youre alive and well

when you guys do sleep, he puts himself between you and the door; as if to be a barrier of sorts should there be an intruder.. take that as you will

likes physical touch, often times you guys are holding hands and walking together! though, sometimes he wanders, usually if something catches his eye... and sometimes you dont notice and... woop! youre holding his hand but hes no where in sight..!

when you guys arent inside in the comfort of his pillow fort, youre both walking together around the grounds to get some fresh air... or at least the illusion of such.. you guys tend to do picnics, i think; decked out with digital food of course!

cloud watching sounds nice; even if the clouds are all looping and the same! very nice very sweet

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine

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branzinos · 2 months

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seeing sooooo much debate about unresolved plotlines in abbott s3 but i think people just aren't realising that the show is moving in the direction of self-contained, easily syndicatable episodes, like a Friends or a Frasier, where you can turn on a random episode 6 years later without needing to know what's going on in the overarching season plot. it's abc's most watched show in a million years, and they are going to make sure they get their moneys worth out of it. s1 was the show proving its marketability, s2 was the show stretching its legs and seeing if it can fill a full season order, and it did with (mostly) no filler, but i think most of us can agree it did not handle overaching plotlines (like the legendary schools drama) in a very elegant way, just sorta fizzled out. it seemed like they were struggling with whether to have season long arcs, or resolve in one episode and move forward - and i think s3 is the answer to this question. the comedy itself works best when a episode of the day's tension is handled in the course of one episode, because they're not trying to juggle multiple emotional beats. previous stuff can be mentioned in passing, like it can be clear that a character is still processing things, but for the show to be easily picked up and put down, the plotlines need to be self contained, and the jokes need to still stand on their own.

apart from janine, nobody is going to get the satisfactory season-length arc that will satisfy everyone. it isn't an ensemble in the way Friends is, this is Janine's (+Gregory's) story, and her arc is the thread that ties the show together, with the comedy of the other characters happening in the orbit of it. i think the more people come to realise this the easier it is to relax into what the show is trying to be. it's why Smoking hit so well - it was sharp and the pace was fantastic and laugh-a-minute and could be repeated on tv at any time and you wouldn't need to know which season or episode it is. That's the direction I think they're going to be taking it going forward. I saw @serendipitouscontaminant summarise (here) Willard R. Abbott as "An Episode of Abbott Elementary" and not "An Episode of Season 3 of Abbott Elementary" and i think that's a good way of putting it. like in the future you'll be able to watch any episode from S3 and just go "ok, Janine's working at the school district" and you'll know roughly where you stand without having to orient yourself into the other characters' spaces. In a short season order like this one I think there may be some loss of emotional beats just because there's less episodes to put them in, and I assume there'll be some Very Special Episodes with a Message going forward ala "Mom", but on the whole I think Smoking is a better example of what we can expect from Abbott going forward from S3 into S4, from a purely monetizable perspective. I think this is only more proven by the fact they're throwing a million guest stars at it (as announced the other day), to catch peoples' attention in an 8am repeat in like 2029. Basically, going forward, if something happens to a character other than Janine or Gregory, we'll see it in that episode and the fallout from it is implied offscreen, with maybe a joke here and there that can still stand on its own (ala Melissa going out drinking a lot). Obviously this is pure speculation but I really think this is where we're going. Whether it'll hurt the heart in the show I guess remains to be seen.

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samieree · 1 year

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Heimdall one-shot

I can't, he's just so... 😭 I can't believe I have fallen for pixels- Ugh, just enjoy! <3

Heimdall x pregnant reader

You're a goddess from Vanaheim who had to marry Heimdall. At first you didn't even accept each other and the only night you spent in the same bed was your wedding night. However, as the marriage continued, you began to get to know each other, and it seemed like something akin to love was developing between you. The best proof of this was his child, which you carried under your heart.

“Would you mind your own business?” you said angrily, finding Heimdall in the mead hall. He was there alone, reading a book, looking at you for only a brief moment.

You let go of the leather bag you've been carrying for what must have been half of Asgard, hoping it would fall on his foot, but of course he moved his leg in time.

“Nobody asked you to carry it. I would do it myself.” he replied as if nothing had happened, turning a page in his book.

“The blacksmith told me you were supposed to pick it up a week ago.” you said, pointing to the bag on the ground. “You ordered a lot of useless stuff, but that's not even the point. They've been with him for three weeks now! Are you even listening to me?!” you wanted to snatch the book from his hands so that he would finally pay attention to you, but he resignedly left it, finally making eye contact.

“Of course I listen to you, my dearest and prettiest wife in the nine realms.” I’m your only wife.

You sighed heavily as you sat down on the bench next to him. You didn't have the strength to do it anymore, especially since you already had a big pregnant belly. But you'll have to stand it for one last month.

“You're not so busy that you can't take an hour and pick up what you ordered yourself!”

“And in your condition you shouldn’t carry anything heavy. The blacksmith would wait another week for me to pick up my stuff if I had a whim.” he shrugged and wanted to go back to reading, but you placed your hand on his book, lowering it back to his thighs.

“What's happening?” you asked in a much softer tone, stroking his shoulder gently with your free hand. “I feel like the closer I am to giving birth, the more you distance yourself from me.”

“You're delusional.” he replied after a long silence.

You didn't believe him, you knew something was wrong. Something that makes him behave differently.

He looked down from your face and moved to your belly, then placed his hand on it as well and stroked it gently. You liked it very much when he did it, he was so gentle, as if any stronger touch could hurt you and the baby. Over time, you've learned that this is his love language. Small gestures, being gentle with you. Doing things for you or helping you with them, and just showing more affection in private.

“I can see you're acting differently. This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not dumb.”

“It’s kicking” he seemed to ignore your words completely. He decided to pretend that he hadn't heard anything, but shifted his full attention to your yet unborn child.

Plus, pff… He said it like I didn't feel the baby kicking at all.

“Heimdall…”

“I have work to do.” he cut you off quickly, leaning in to kiss your belly. “Maybe we'll talk later.” he got up and left the room, you didn't even try to stop him.

But then you realised that you could have done it, because the blacksmith's bag was still on the ground. And it looked like you were going to have to move it to your room, as if you didn't carry it enough already...

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Even lying in bed in the evening, you were still wondering what your husband was so worried about. You were definitely not delusional, you could see from his behaviour that something was wrong. But… Ugh, you had no idea what it was. As you can see, even though you're about to have a baby, you couldn't count on his complete honesty.

It was late, and you kept waiting for him to come back so you could pick up the same conversation which you started in the morning. But he wasn't coming back. Was he offended? Decided he'd rather sleep on the stones on the wall than next to you?

You were sure that this stage was long behind you...

But suddenly the door opened and he stepped inside. He paused at the entrance, clearly surprised that you were still awake, waiting for him.

“Aren't you asleep yet?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep.” you replied even though you knew well that he would know you lied. He stared at you for a moment, then turned back to leave. “You're not even going to pretend you've come to get something? You know you can't avoid me for the rest of your life?”

You sat up, looking at him sadly. Is that what he was going to do now, avoid you? And all because you're worried about him? You knew he wasn't used to being cared for, but after all, ever since your marriage started to work out, you've always tried to take care of him...

“I'm not avoiding you, I'm just… It's late. I wanted to see if you were asleep before I went back to work.” you burst out laughing at that statement. “Are you having mood swings again?”

“No, you made me laugh. Your lies are pathetic.” you said, getting out of bed and adjusting your nightgown a bit so that it fits better on your belly. “What’s wrong? You don’t want this baby? You don’t want me? Are you afraid of parenthood?” he said nothing in answer.

So you decided to change your attitude. You approached him, grabbing his hand. You didn’t want bad for both of you, he could trust you.

“I just want to help you, and I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on.” you explained in a gentle tone, hoping Heimdall would finally open up to you.

“What if I'm like him…?” he asked softly, looking down at your joined hands.

He didn't need to say a name, you knew exactly who he meant. He was afraid that he would be to his child the same as Odin was to him...

“I know you don’t.” You replied, placing your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Besides, I'll always be around. We'll be supporting each other.”

“What if the child has skills my father will want to use?” you sighed softly. You didn't want to show that you were afraid of that too, even though you knew Heimdall probably already knew what you thought.

“We won't let him. This is our baby, our family.” still holding his hand, you led him behind you to sit on the bed. “You can't let fear of your father define your life. Besides, remember that I'm always here and always will be for you. No matter what happens, how hopeless the situation is, I will always be with you, you can always talk to me honestly.”

Without saying anything, he cuddled up to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It was obvious that what you said meant a lot to him, especially since you said it honestly. You loved this tease and you had no intention of ever leaving him or your child.

That's right, a child who just showed up again by kicking you. You tensed slightly when you suddenly felt it, and Heimdall then moved slightly away from you.

He reached behind his head, taking off the hairband that held his hairstyle and then lay down, resting his head on your thighs and stomach. It was his silent request for you to untie his braids. He would never have asked you directly, but who knows… Maybe someday he will, since it looked like today you had broken another barrier - perhaps the last one - between you.

You'd love to hear from him someday that he likes what you're doing, whether you're just playing with his hair or fixing his belt because you think you can do it better than him.

“I love it when you play with them…” you smiled to yourself when you heard that. Maybe he just said it because he read your thoughts, or maybe he said it on his own, whatever. It fulfilled your little impression and warmed your heart.

“Boy or girl?” you asked, already unravelling the last of his braids and now only playing with the loose strands of golden hair, massaging his scalp gently as you did so.

“I don’t know.” it warmed you up even more when he lay with his head right next to your belly as he was now, his free hand stroking it lightly. And he's been doing this since the pregnancy belly starts showing. Maybe not every day, he had to be in the mood for it…

But every time you were lying down, he had at least one hand on your belly. Sometimes he just lightly rested his hand on it, and sometimes he wrapped his arms around it a little tighter as you lay with your back to him, slowly falling asleep.

You remember one night when he had to go do some stuff for Odin and you slept alone. Or rather you tried, because all night you felt the baby either kicking you or wriggling inside you, as if asking where his dad was and demanding his presence. It may have been a terrible and sleepless night, but in retrospect… You liked the interpretation you came up with. Because on no other night that Heimdall was around did this happen to you. It had to mean something, right?

“But it must be a girl with such zeal.” he said, obviously feeling the baby's kicks. You chuckled softly at that theory, continuing to play with his hair. “Actually, I want a daughter…”

A daughter like him… You didn't know if you should break down or smile at the idea. But on the other hand... Maybe this tease could use someone with the same character as his?

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

Okay, but isn't it sweet, how he loves and have to have a hand wrapped around her pregnancy belly every night? 😭💕

@manymaria111 @different4black @vanserrar

#heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #heimdall god of war #heimdall #god of war heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow #god of war

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(While outdated since the DLC is now out, I'm too lazy to make a new pinned)

Hello! I was curious to see just how long we'll have to wait for Side Order, so I looked up the day that Spring 2024 starts (March 19th) and the day it ends (June 20th) for the very least and very most amount of days to wait for it. That's ignoring the possibility of delays, of course. This is how I will be calculating countdowns until we get a firm release date.

UPDATE: We got a firm release date!!! February 22nd, 2024!!

Scheduled countdowns should be posted at Noon; 12:30 PM EST, but may be posted at other times due to various circumstances (me forgetting or something like that.)

In the meantime, I'll reblog various theories, art posts, and news relating to Splatoon, especially Side Order. If you'd only like the see the countdown, I've included a list of tags and what they correspond to under the cut. Also, feel free to send asks talking about Side Order! I love to theorize and discuss all things Splatoon!

Our in-game Splatoon 3 pool is "SideOrderCountdown" ! Come join us!

Tags:

#side order spoilers The big one. Any posts containing spoilers for Side Order will be tagged with this.

#not a countdown Tag for everything besides countdowns. Some posts (such as this one) will be exceptions.

#fun stuff A tag for fun things, such as polls, discussions, etc!

#featured artwork Reblogs of art posts will be tagged with this. If I happen to post my own art alongside a countdown, it will not get this tag.

#theories Posts, including reblogs, of theories will be tagged with this. • #side order duo theory Posts about Side Order Duo Theory. View the tag for more info!

#news Posts about new information about Splatoon in general. For example, I will reblog any posts that mirror content from the official Splatoon Twitter.

#pinned Posts that are or were previously pinned posts.

Will probably add more eventually as time goes on! By the way, if you notice any mistakes or errors anywhere, please don't be afraid to tell me! This includes wrong numbers on posts, glitches in the blog's custom theme, or anything else like that!

By the way, whenever I search the tag for art to reblog on mobile, it's very tedious. If you have art you'd like me to reblog here, send me a link and I will!

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traegorn · 4 months

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I need to stop doing this to myself.

(A Rant Where Trae Has Written Too Many Books This Month)

So since most of you started following me because of Witchcraft or podcast stuff, I realize a lot of you don't know how much fiction writing I do.

Primarily what I've published are comics. The big one is UnCONventional (which ran from December of 2009 to December of 2019), but I also did a steampunk comic called The Chronicles of Crosarth (which I put on hiatus in like 2018 intending to come back to... but I haven't, and I make no guarantee that I will even though over 650 of the 800 planned pages are done). Crosarth is... fine? The art isn't great in either of these, but UnCONventional carries itself with the humor.

But that's all old stuff. You may be like "Trae, what have you been producing for the last four years," and the answer is "not a lot." I got major creative block with the pandemic. Peregrine Lake, the "Northwoods Gothic" comic I was supposed to launch in 2020 (which has some characters from UnCONventional in it) didn't materialize when I said it would. What storytelling energy I had went into Stormwood & Associates and The Meatgrinder (my two actual play podcasts), but that was it.

And then 2023 happened, and the juices started flowing again.

Peregrine Lake is moving forward -- but with me just doing the writing. My urge to draw has not returned, but my urge to write has. A friend of mine, Ethan Flanagan, is drawing it, and I've written the first year of comics. It likely won't launch any time soon (the artist I'm working with is busy as hell so we want to get a shit-ton of the comic done before we launch it -- we have like the first month and a half of the comic ready?). But yeah -- it's happening. I hoping for Spring, but we'll see.

The other thing though is that I've started writing, like, novels. I've always had like twenty ideas in my head, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided to start with the idea I cared the least about (in case I fucked it up): A queer urban fantasy story.

In the last month and a half I've written complete drafts of two different novels in this setting, and am halfway through another one... and have another one outlined.

I, uh, had some ideas.

If you're asking yourself "Hey Trae -- what the fuck? That's a lot" you need to know a few things that aren't obvious. At one point in college, in 72 hours, I produced over 40 pages of text between three research papers. All were for 300 level courses, and I may have disassociated while writing them because I frankly don't remember most of it. But, like, they were decent papers.

One of those papers is in Google Scholar.

Anyway, yeah. I haven't been sleeping great because I've been obsessively writing, but you might ask "Why didn't you just write one and get it ready to publish?" That's a great question. Because I wrote a book, and when I was 3/4 of the way through it I realized something very important: This book would make a great sequel to a book I haven't written. I've been writing book two in a series where I haven't written book one yet.

Well fuck.

So I finished that draft, and I went and wrote book one. Now that book? That book I'm getting ready to publish. I expect to have it out in January. Part of my editing process involves setting what I think is a completed, good, revised draft down for a couple of weeks and then returning to it with fresh eyes. We're in that waiting period right now.

But I still had a bunch of energy.

So the first thing I did was a revising draft on book two (the one I wrote first), but I finished that. And had more energy. And more stories in this setting kept popping up.

So I started a third book. And I'm halfway through the first draft of that book. But then I realized yesterday... shit, this isn't book three.

This is book four.

I need stuff to happen before we get to this story.

So now I've outlined the actual book three, and am working on literally both of these books at once (I'll take a break for Christmas and then go do a final edit on Book One).

And... I'm just like... why am I like this?

I need to stop myself for a few days and get more sleep.

#writing

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 5 months

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What if instead of Laurent, it was Victoria who meet Bella in the meadow? How would canon change?

What Happened in Canon?

Victoria sent in Laurent to check out the Forks area and see for sure if the Cullens had left or not because she did not want to go and check herself.

Laurent, of course, then tragically gets killed by the wolves and this starts off Victoria trying and failing to get close to Bella but being ultimately unable to because the wolves chase her off. She's able to get into the territory, but not stick around long enough to actually nab Bella and run.

But point being, Victoria didn't initially want to scope out herself and probably her gift was a part of that (telling her it's a bad idea to get that deep into Cullen territory).

What if Victoria Checked in Instead

But alright, we'll say she doesn't manage to get to Laurent as he sticks to the Denali and uses the threat of a large coven + Kate to protect him (as was his original plan in going there in the first place). Victoria can turn someone to go check but they'll be a newborn and probably not up to the task (Victoria only started doing that after Laurent died/she kept trying and failing to get Bella) but we'll say she goes herself.

Probably, she wouldn't make it to the meadow as her gift would have her run off long before that point so that she wouldn't get surrounded by the wolves. That was the thing with Laurent, they had him surrounded and were able to chase him down when he made his move.

Victoria can't allow herself to get in that situation and she never did in canon, she was always in and out until the big battle.

But if she did make it all the way there, she might outrun the wolves at which point she knows the Cullens are gone but she still has a problem getting to Bella and canon resumes.

If this happens the big change is that Laurent is happily alive and presumably, probably, still with the Denali. The Denali coven no longer has any reason not to fight with the Cullens and wipe out the newborn army as the Cullens originally wished. The wolves aren't involved in the fight, they don't become injured, and there's not really a truce.

What this means, however, is the Cullens have to get out of town to turn Bella/marry her off to Edward and Edward is very upset about this but as there was no real truce Bella doesn't get written off as a war bride quite as neatly.

Potentially, this likely means Jacob doesn't come around for the baby bit, as Bella is not in Forks, he doesn't imprint, and the trial may or may not happen depending on if the Denali check in when Renesmee's still too young looking (part of how this happened being the Cullens had stayed in the same location and Irina spotted Bella without warning)/if they weren't told more explicitly what had happened.

Otherwise, she doesn't outrun the wolves, and at that point the Victoria's army/New Moon/Eclipse plotline ends as the vampire tormenting Forks is gone. Jacob's still turned, as are a number of others, but we don't get some of the even newer wolves turning and the continued deaths. Jacob still manages to tell Bella he's a shapeshifter and I imagine she's still invited over but we get New Moon without the deaths. Bella still jumps off a cliff, and Jacob may or may not be there to rescue her. If he is, then Bella goes to Italy, if not then Edward dies in Italy.

If Bella survives then Eclipse is just Edward being batshit insane with no army stuff in the background. It's just a novel where they bicker back and forth until Bella says yes to marrying Edward and Jacob's upset about it. As with the other timeline, the Cullens probably have to leave Forks for Bella to marry Edward as she's not really written off the same way as there's no real truce for the newborn fight. Which means no Jacob imprint, etc., etc.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #victoria #laurent #meta #headcanon #opinion

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jellifysh · 2 years

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Ride With You (part five)

Or, Jungkook's exes can really hold a grudge

Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, slow burn, mafia au, the Boys are Crazy, namjoon🥰, your first mission!!)

While they had begrudgingly decided to let you let you come on the mission, it was clear they didn't care if you knew what was happening. You were left in the dark about all the details, their conversation as they prepared to leave going completely over your head.

"Are we completely sure no one will recognize Jin?" Hoseok asked, tucking a small pistol into the waist band of Yoongi's suit. "He is technically a big deal, no?"

"It doesn't matter if they recognize him," Namjoon answered, fixing his tie in the mirror. Jimin stood behind him, fluffing up his hair every few moments, then shaking his head and fluffing it into a different style again. "Not many people should, but, if they do, they won't track him back to Bangtan."

"Yeah, they'll just think he's finally doing a favor for his dear old dad and making a public appearance." Taehyung smirked up at Jin, helping the older man put cufflinks on his jacket.

Jin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you're right. Hopefully my dad doesn't hear about this. I don't need him calling me again."

You locked eyes with Jungkook who was standing next to you, the two of you leaning against the wall away from the rest as they prepared and perfected their disguises. He and you were also dressed rather fancily. While Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung had on sleek grey and beige suits, Jungkook had just opted for a white dress shirt and black slacks with suspenders, arguing that it was easier to move around in. You were wearing a rather attention grabbing red dress, with a high slit and a tight fit. You wondered if it was so eye grabbing to distract others or to make sure Namjoon didn't lose sight of you. Probably both.

Jungkook leaned in closer to you at your inquisitive look, answering your silent question. "Jin is the son of a pretty big CEO. He's well known in the business world by name but not by face, as he's rumored to be reclusive. Only a few people know what he actually looks like. And no one knows he's secretly a member of Bangtan."

"How is that possible?" You murmured back, eyeing the tall man.

Jungkook gestured towards the hackers. "Those two. They sweep the internet every once in a while, or if they're just suspicious someone might be snooping too much, and wipe it of all things Kim Seokjin. Besides his name of course."

"So they can still deploy him on missions like this without anyone knowing, even if he's technically famous." You hummed, putting it together.

"Yes, in a way. It's just better if people don't know he's connected to Bangtan. Seokjin doesn't actually go on many missions, unless they're recon like this one. He's charming, so he's useful for stuff like this, but if he gets injured or exposed, it's risky for us and for his father's business. And he needs the connection to his dad to ensure connections to others." Jungkook explained. "You wouldn't believe how many situations he's gotten us out of just from a little name-dropping."

You nodded, deciding not to correct on the fact that he started saying 'us' instead of 'Bangtan' and let the conversation drop.

By now, the fancily dressed men were gathered around the sole table in the dim room, picking up the folder and spreading it out on the surface. "Alright, to recap:" Namjoon pointed at a headshot of a smiling older man with gray slicked back hair. "We are looking for him, Al Warner. He's had some suspicious activity that may be connected to the organizations and may have vital information. Approach him with caution and don't be obvious about the info we're digging for."

He looked up, addressing Taehyung and Yoongi. "Anyone who you see talk with him that looks suspicious, keep track of. Better yet, tell us where they are and we'll make time to find and talk to them too. You never where good intel is gonna come from."

Yoongi nodded. "I'll be heading for their security room on the second floor first thing."

"And I'll be up there too finding a way to get control over the power system in case we need to make a quick exit." Taehyung added.

"Good. Me, Jungkook, Jin will be on the first floor." Namjoon confirmed. And me, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. You wondered how boring tonight would be, glued to Namjoon's side all night. But who were you kidding? Anything was better than sitting in your room.

"Actually," Jin interjected. "I think it might be worth it to have Jungkook sweeping the second floor. A lot of shady people tend to gather away from everybody, and that might include some of the people we're looking for."

"People talk louder when they think no one's around." Jimin shrugged. "I think it's a good idea, too."

Namjoon nodded, amending his mental plan. "Okay. Jungkook on the second floor, me and Jin on the first, and Tae and Yoongi watching all our backs."

"And me and Jimin won't be far when you need a getaway driver." Hoseok smiled, and for a moment, you thought about how it was strange to see a happy expression on the person you had only seen mean smirks from before.

"Perfect." Namjoon nodded, looking over everything. "Let's go then."

You all made it to the gala fashionably late, arriving just after the paparazzi and attention was on the scenery inside rather than the guests coming in. The layout of the ballroom was like a stadium, you entered on the second floor and stairs led down to the bottom, where everyone was talking and conversing, people in gorgeous dresses and suits eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking thin flutes of champagne. "You all know the plan." Namjoon said and everyone dispersed, off to their assignments. You took a step forward with Namjoon and he stopped you.

"Wait here."

You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean wait here. You want me to just stand here by myself?"

Namjoon hummed. "Good point. Yoongi, keep an eye on her. This'll only take a minute." He walked around the corner, disappearing from sight.

"Ugh", you scoffed, pacing back and forth, watching people converse from the upper balcony of the ballroom where you waited for Namjoon. The longer he took to return the more your temper rose. "I can't believe this. This is so dehumanizing." You ranted, peeling the tight dress away from your ribs so you could breathe comfortably for a second.

Yoongi didn't look pleased about being with you either, leaning against the wall and looking like he was about to fall asleep. "Who cares? Humans are scum anyway." Yoongi said, not even looking in your direction as rested his eyes. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head. Just do what we say." He said conversationally, like it was easy to.

"And if I don't?" You challenged, stopping and staring him down, not that he was acknowledging you in any way.

"If you don't, Namjoon and Hoseok will have your ass." He replied, nonchalantly.

You tilted your head, something about the phrase not sounding right. "Don't you mean have my head?"

"No, they have a thing for spanking." He deadpanned.

"No way! You guys are not going to lay a hand on me or else--" You shook your head, pointing a finger at him and his eyes finally snapped open, intensity stunning you as he stepped towards you menacingly.

"Or else what? You're not in a place of negotiation here, kitten." He spat, obviously fed up with you. "You either do what we say or we throw you to the wolves. You can help us take down your old bosses or burn with them, we don't care."

"You wouldn't." You protested weakly. "Jungkook would never forgive you if--"

"Jungkook is the only reason we haven't blown your head off yet. But we don't take kindly to resistance. He'd learn to live without you." He glared at you like you were a wad of gum he stepped on, turning back around to get back to his resting position against the wall, obviously done talking.

"You're monsters. All of you." You hissed, glaring at his back. You couldn't believe you really were at the mercy of these people who seemed to think of people lives as games.

Yoongi didn't seem a bit ashamed, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall again, seeming to be trying to block you out. "You have to be a monster to be at the top of our kind of game. And why do you act so high and mighty? If I'm not mistaken, you have a high body count yourself."

"I'm only killing the people that are corrupt." You corrected. You weren't anything like them. You turned towards the ballroom again, leaning against the railing as you looked out over the crowd. You could see it now, the faces of your old employers crumbling before you, the agony they deserved coming for them, reaping what they've sown. "I just happen to have a long list of names."

Yoongi spoke up, bursting your bubble again. "The thing is, kitten, there is no black and white in this business. There's no real good or bad. You'd be surprised to find that half of these assholes go home and spoil the hell out of their families with all the money they steal from their clients. It's not a matter of whether they do bad things or good things, it's a matter of favoritism. Who are they trying to benefit and who are they trying to sabotage?"

He spoke again, the words echoing around your head. "What are you going to do when you're too busy trying to weigh their hearts on a scale to decide whether to do the greater good?"

A ring tone sounded from his phone, a message from Namjoon saying he was on his way back to your position. He began walking down the hall to the security room and turned back to you one last time, a threat in his eyes. "Do what you were told."

Your blood boiled. This was so beneath you, you couldn't even express how angry you were with these men. But, looking on the bright side, the sooner you finished the mission the sooner you'd be away from them. A hand wrapped around your waist, a figure coming up to your side. At this point, you could tell who it was by the aura, strong and suffocating, heat emanating from them as they moved to speak into your ear.

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asked, but you were sure it wasn't a question you could say no to. You nodded stiffly, refusing to look at him, and he walked with you down the main staircase, the two of you making what looked like a charming entrance to everyone else as you descended the staircase together, your dress fanning around your feet with each step. You surveyed the room once more qs you made your way down from the higher vantage point the stairs provided, a fake smile plastered on.

"Where's Warner?" You inquired, unable to see him through the see of people.

"We aren't sure yet. Until Tae and Yoongi get access to the camera feed, we're just blending in." He responded, voice low and steady, barely moving his lips so no one could tell he was talking if they weren't right next to him.

You nodded stiffly again, wanting nothing more than to be away from him. He squeezed your arm in warning, shooting you a glare when no one was looking, pulling you to the dance floor where the bulk of people were. "Act like you're happy to be with me, you look miserable."

"Sorry, but the thought of being pressed to your side until the end of the night isn't what I call ideal." You snapped back, but took his advice, leaning into him to look more natural and laying your head on his shoulder as you looked around you.

"Sights on Warner," Yoongi's voice crackled in through the earpiece you all had. "He's at the bar, first floor."

"Understood. I'll move in." Jin responded in your ear, and you saw his tall frame across the room make over to the bar casually, as if he was just wanting to try a drink. Namjoon pulled you towards an empty spot at one of the tables where people were sitting to gossip and whisper about the other people at the gala.

"We can sit here then to keep an eye on both of them." Namjoon said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. You turned, and he had seated you both so you had a direct view of Warner and Jin. Approving, you went to sit down, before he held a hand out, stopping you. "Get some hors d'oeuvres, we'll look strange if we're just sitting here."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he just looked at you expectantly. "Fine." You barely kept yourself from hissing and over to the tables of food and bonbons along the wall, loading up a plate while cursing out Namjoon under your breath.

"You heard what that Warner guy was saying?" You stopped, not expecting to hear someone discussing the person you after. You kept placing things on your plate, slowly, listening closely.

"Did you really believe him? He sounded crazy."

"Maybe, but it takes a little crazy to rob a warehouse, don't you think? Especially the Holy Grail." The rest of the conversation faded, but that much seemed significant. You balanced the tray of food and two flutes of champagne, walking back to tell Namjoon what you'd heard.

Only now, for some reason, some other woman was sitting in your seat, trying to chat up Namjoon.

You admired her tenacity, really, he was as unresponsive as a brick wall as she giggled and talked, but you were on a mission. Any distractions needed to go.

You walked up behind her, clearing your throat. "Excuse me," you spoke, extra politely. "That's my seat."

The lady turned, looking you up and down, then turned back around without a word, continuing to talk to Namjoon. You scoffed, looking over at Namjoon, who you swear was silently laughing at you, and figured you'd just have to handle this yourself.

You placed down the champagne and food walking closer to Namjoon's side so she'd have to look at you. Namjoon picked up a champagne flute and when she reached for the other one, you placed your hand down on top of it staring her down. "That's mine. Just like the seat you're sitting in." You said, still keeping your saccharine tone. She kept trying to pull at it, but when she realized you weren't going to budge, she let go, and you lifted it to your lips with a triumphant smile.

"Excuse me, little girl, but we're having a private conversation. Maybe you could find a seat somewhere else?" She smiled at you, venomous and sharp, and you held yourself back from glaring. You looked around the table. All the seats had slowly filled with other people, tired from dancing and wanting to sit and look at the scenery. The closest seat was two tables away. Too far.

Instead, you blinked innocently, playing into the clueless trophy role. "But, why do that," you began, sickly sweet, bringing your leg up and perching it over Namjoon's lap. "when there's a perfectly good seat here?"

You gave Namjoon a flirty smile and Namjoon looked up you, gaze dangerously sharp with a weird flit of approval, then wrapped his hand around the side of your thigh, pulling you fully down so you straddled him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shooting a satisfied look back at the now wide-eyed lady.

"I overheard two people talking about our target." You spoke into his ear, making it seem like you were whispering sweet nothings. "They're going to be robbing a warehouse they called the Holy Grail."

He squeezed your thigh, nodding casually in acknowledgement, but the way he clenched his jaw you could tell he wasn't happy about that.

"If we could continue our conversation," the lady spoke up, voice less confidant than before after seeing the whole display in front of her, and Namjoon directed his face to her again, a dragon's intensity in his eyes.

"Go on." He drawled in a way that intimidated even you. Everything about him dripped with danger, as if he was a living 'caution' sign. But the lady didn't seem to sense the danger, leaning in then pulling back after sending another glance to you.

"You aren't going to send this... girl away? She's being rather improper." She sent you a haughty look, probably expecting Namjoon to snap his fingers and have you sent away. Instead, his demeanor darkened, his gaze impossibly more stern.

"Excuse me? Are you judging the people I have as my company?" This man had all the arrogance of a king, head held high and posture relaxed, though you could feel he was tense like a snake ready to pounce. You were surprised seeing his demeanor in person this close. Everyone spoke of how scary Bangtan's boss was, but most didn't live to tell the details. You decided you were lucky that you were the one placed in his lap, melting more into his chest and pretending you weren't in the middle of this tense exchange.

"But... b--but I thought... Never mind!" She scurried away from the table after being treated with hostility, obviously expecting that whole exchange to go differently.

"Geez." You scoffed after seeing her practically run up the stairs to the bathrooms. "If I ever look that desperate, just kill me."

"You say that while sitting in my lap." Namjoon pointed out.

"But I wasn't being desperate. I was just playing my role."

"I'd say this is more than necessary."

"Fine then." You went to stand up but his hands tightened on you, keeping you in place.

You looked at him questioningly, but he just met your look with an even stare. "Getting up too quickly will look suspicious." He explained.

"That doesn't explain why you're caressing my leg." You said, reaching back to hold his hand that had started rubbing circles on your leg. "I'm eye candy, remember. Look, don't touch."

Instead of responding, he just looked at you as if studying your face. You realized your faces were really close and leaned back, pretending to fix your hair. When he kept looking and didn't say anything you just outright asked, "What?"

"You're a quick thinker. That could definitely come in handy."

"If that's a thank you, then you're welcome."

"It's more of a... you're more useful than I thought. I'll have to make sure we properly utilize you in the future."

"You make me sound like a tool."

"Aren't we all?" He glanced over to the bar noticing Warner was gone, Jin still nursing a drink. He lifted a finger to his earpiece, talking into it. "Yoongi, what's next?"

"Jungkook, Warner's heading upstairs, Jin, there's someone he spoke to over by the leftmost pillar. And there's two guys still by the bar he was talking to as well, they might have something to say if you wanna check it out, Joon."

You two make your way over to the bar, your arm intertwined with Namjoon and hop up onto the barstools. Namjoon ordered a whiskey on the rocks and you hummed, pretending to think about it. "Just give me the sweetest thing you have." You said, voice cheery.

That managed to get the attention of the guy next to you, a weaselly looking guy, who decided to strike up conversation with you. "Ah, craving something sweet huh?" He said, looking you up and down.

You pretended not to notice his gross stare, answering. "If I'm gonna drink, I might as well get something that tastes good."

He laughed, "Of course, we're here for a good time not a long time. Though I wouldn't mind having a good time with you." He winked. What a creep, you thought. If he doesn't start giving up some good information in the next five seconds, I'm out of here.

He seemed to finally notice Namjoon, and leaned back a little. "Oh sorry, is she yours?"

"Yes, but there's no harm in making conversation." Namjoon replied, unbothered, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"That's what I'm saying, too many people get up in arms over words," the guy continued and at this point, you were tuning him out, letting Namjoon handle conversation with him, focusing on the fruity flavors of the drink you got.

"Do you know about the abandoned warehouses around town?" He eventually said, and you tuned back in, hoping it was related to what Warner was doing.

"Oh, I've only seen a couple." Namjoon replied casually.

The guy continued enthusiastically. "There's way more than just a couple. My buddy says they're filled to the brim with some mafia junk, but the one he's after belongs to some big shots. Super rich and super state of the art stuff in there."

"Really?" Namjoon asked, but you could tell the tone of his voice he was focused on something else.

The guy continued, "He's gonna raid it, he says, and give the stuff to some big organization he's working for."

At that, you and Namjoon locked eyes.

"That guy sure seems confident." Namjoon commented, picking up his whiskey. "Excuse us, me and my date are going to get something to eat." He said, standing up and holding a hand out to help you up.

"Let's meet up again, buddy, and uh, bring the girl." He smiled at you and you pretended you didn't see, playing with the buttons on Namjoon's suit.

Once you were a safe distance away, you let out a deep breath. "That guy was a total creep." You murmured as you walked away. "And he smelled horrible."

"You poor thing." Namjoon chuckled.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Oh, never."

"Alright you guys, start making your way towards the exit. We'll debrief on the information we gathered and see what me and Tae can work with." Yoongi said through the earpiece and you looked at Namjoon.

"That's it?" You mused. It had been less than two hours, and most missions you had been on in the past had been excessively thorough when it came to gathering information.

"This is only reconnaissance. It's supposed to be quick, and the less time Yoongi and Tae have to infiltrate the security fire walls the better. If they get caught, it'll be a problem." He explained.

"I thought you were all super skilled and capable or whatever."

"We are. But it would be more work than necessary and call too much attention to ourselves."

"Wow. The biggest mafia in the world and you're lazy." You smirked.

"Don't get too comfortable teasing." Namjoon warned, but the look in his eye was much more easy going than earlier, relaxed now that the mission was over.

You felt a something in your head nagging you to stop as you walked through the crowd of people, something telling you to stick around for one more second.

You "accidentally" slipped your shoe off, stopping in place. "Oops," you said, "give me a moment." You went over to your shoe, starting to pick up a piece of conversation.

"-- you said you're raiding that mafia warehouse... you're crazy--"

You could barely hear, so you moved over to a pillar, feigning that you needed to lean on something for stability as you faux struggled to get your shoe on.

"Do you have a death wish? That mafia will whip your butt if you even dare."

"Come on, I know I can do it. They barely watch the place. And I need those supplies. An informant from that organization I told you about is coming to see me next Sunday, and if I deliver, I'll get a promotion for sure."

You pulled on your shoe as the conversation dwindled off, heading towards Namjoon. He stared at you inquisitively and shook your head, walking towards the exit.

True to his word, Hoseok pulled up in a sleek black car, and you opened the back door, Namjoon getting in the front. Before you could even sit down fully though, you were pulled into someone's arms, immediately melting into them as you recognized them as Jungkook's, strong and warm.

"Hey beautiful," He gave you a peck on the cheek. "You did great, and you looked so pretty tonight." He said, sweet and encouraging.

"You did great too handsome," You giggled, giving him a kiss on his cheek as well.

"Can you tone down the PDA back there?" Hoseok groaned, making a face of disgust in the rearview mirror.

"Oh please," Namjoon chuckled, teasing him. "Like you haven't done worse."

"She doesn't have to know that." Hoseok retorted, making Namjoon laugh again and you almost joined in, stopping yourself last second.

For a moment, it almost felt normal.

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Request @slut4kai: Hey, i saw ur post about the smutty may, so how about something for jealous rick? 👀 Preferably the cute kind of jealous, rick being possessive over her yes but no name calling, just lots of dirty talk. I've thought about this for a while and omfg jealous rick would be so hot!

Smutty May 12.05.

All Mine (18+) || Rick Grimes

Guys!!! I think this story is my favorite of the fics posted so far, as far as the spice is concerned 💅🏼

I hope I can make you happy with it too and thank you so much for the request 💗

Trigger: masturbation, possessive Rick, dirty talk and the usual stuff

It's been a long time since we've welcomed anyone new to Alexandria, so I'm even more excited to see what man Rick and Daryl have brought here.

During their run yesterday, they happened to run into a stranger named Jesus and from what I understand, it actually didn't go so well. They ended up taking him as a prisoner, only this Jesus somehow managed to get himself tires here in Alexandria.

That's why Daryl shipped him off to our supply room and Rick immediately joined him.

Now others have joined them and I'm almost at the door, too, when I hear a strange voice that must be Jesus'.

I straighten up a bit more and then step around the corner to be present at the meeting.

Immediately Jesus' gaze falls on me and for a moment I am transfixed. His eyes are so crazy intense that I can't help but stare at him.

I'm not sure how much time passes where we just stare at each other, then my boyfriend Rick clears his throat and draws my eyes that way.

His jaw is clenched tight and his whole body looks tense. He's probably completely stressed and under pressure about what to do with Jesus now that he's freed himself without any problems, and I can imagine his brain is on overdrive.

So, I try to loosen up the situation and stand next to Rick who is sitting on a chair to shake hands with Jesus.

The moment he touches my hand is strangely intense and my voice all raspy as I say, "Hey, I'm..."

I'm abruptly interrupted by Rick, who wraps his arm tightly around my waist and pulls me onto his lap with a jerk, making me let go of Jesus' hand, and Rick nags with a threatening undertone, "My girlfriend."

Jesus' incredible eyes dance to Rick's briefly before he looks at me with amusement and leans forward slightly, murmuring, "Hello, Rick's girlfriend. I'm Jesus."

Something about him is unusually flirty without seeming suggestive, and I've never seen anything like it.

I've never seen Jesus' charisma before, and even Rick doesn't have that kind of aura. In general, Rick is tougher and maybe a bit stiffer than Jesus, who seems playful and light. In short, Jesus is a pure charm to me.

But yes, I realize that I have a boyfriend who I love above all else and who loves me above all else, but the situation excites me so much that I don't even care that there are others in the room with us.

That's why I lean into him a bit, ignoring Rick's fingers digging firmly into my skin, and shrug, "Jesus, then? Where did you come from?"

Again, his eyes twitch briefly to Rick, who has pulled my ass so far against him that I can feel his belt hard against my ass.

Then Jesus looks at me again and props his chin on his hands, "From far away. I've been everywhere, my love."

I mirror his position and whisper softly, "Hmmm, you can sure tell me."

His eyes move to my lips and I get hot for a moment.

I squirm briefly in Rick's arms, and he stands up with me swinging and hisses, "Okay, that's enough. We'll continue this later."

Still his arms are wrapped convulsively around me and he practically tugs and shoves me out of the room.

Of course, I can imagine that Rick didn't particularly like hearing me talk to someone else like that, but never had Rick been the jealous type. He's actually more than aware of himself, and that's why I've hardly given it much thought. Until now.

I can barely brace myself against him as he drags me into a small room in the same building and rams the door shut behind us, pushing me against it.

The room doesn't have a window, so I can barely see him and only feel him pressing me against the door with his hips and his arms propped up next to my head before he hisses, "What was that about?"

I've seen Rick angry many times, but never has the anger been directed at me.

I slowly realize that maybe I did take it a little too far and try to salvage what can be salvaged, "I'm sorry. It's just that we so rarely have new people here."

He's so close to me that I can feel his breath on my cheek as he growls, "Now you're sorry? Two minutes ago, you undressed the dumbass with your eyes while sitting on my lap and now you're sorry?!"

A side note in my brain: Rick is the jealous type of man after all and incredibly possessive.

Unfortunately, his anger turns me on beyond belief and unconsciously I begin to grind against him.

A low growl escapes his throat and he grabs my chin to push my head up towards him, "Is this turning you on?"

I notice him getting hard under my movements and whimper softly, "Yes."

His hand slides feather lightly from my chin down my neck and I stretch out to meet him.

While Rick doesn't have the charisma that Jesus has, he's incredibly attractive and so incredibly hot when he acts like this. God, I love him so much.

It's incredible how much I need him now, and I moan as he takes one of my breasts in his hand without warning.

I slowly melt under his hand as my breast is slowly but steadily massaged.

I squirm under his touch and as I moan again, he lets go of my breast and slides over my stomach and reaches between my legs.

Silently I cry out and let my forehead fall powerlessly on his and concentrate completely on his hand between my legs.

I need him so badly that I continue to rub myself on his hand, begging him over and over for more.

My pants bother me incredibly because I desperately want to feel his fingers inside me and already want to ask him to take off my pants, when he lets go of me and takes a step back.

Completely disoriented, I stare at him and gasp, "Why do you stop?"

My eyes have become used to the darkness and I dimly see a table standing behind him, against which he leans with crossed arms and looks at me cockily, tilting his head slightly: "You don't really need me. Surely you can make it yourself, can't you?"

My mind goes blank and I squeak out, "What?"

Still not moving an inch, he purrs, "If you can hit on others, then you can do it yourself."

I'm so horny I shake slightly as I reach out for him and he pushes my hand to the side so I can't touch him and I whimper, "You're not going to touch me?"

Slowly he shakes his head and his blue eyes glow in the darkness, "You'll fuck your fingers or you won't cum at all today."

I know there's no point in getting upset about it because I know he's not going to change his mind.

So, with shaky legs, I pull off my pants and panties and kick them to the side.

Rick's eyes follow my every move as I also take off my top under which I'm not even wearing a bra.

Completely naked, I stand in front of him in the dark and notice how my thighs stick together because I'm already so wet from actually barely being touched by Rick.

I don't take my eyes off him as I reach between my legs to my pulsing heat and groan loudly at the first contact with my cold fingers.

I notice Rick unfastening his crossed arms and holding onto the table behind him.

Slowly, I slide a finger inside me, imagining it's Rick's finger deep inside me, and I gasp, "Rick."

As I look uncoordinatedly at his crotch, everything inside me tightens, that's how much I want his cock inside me. That's how much I want to feel him all the way in my belly.

As he has asked me to do, I fuck my own fingers while moaning his name over and over again, just looking at him and taking a sharp intake of breath myself every now and then.

When I look him in the face, his eyes are fixed on my hand and his knuckles stand out white, so tightly does he clutch the edge of the table.

But as hard as I try, I can't bring myself to come.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've made myself come and Rick manages to get me pulsing around his fingers every single time.

Frustrated, I look at him pleadingly and gasp, "You know I can't do it myself like you can."

I could swear he almost caves in but then regains his composure and replies, "You should have thought of that earlier."

Still with my hand between my legs, I stumble forward two steps and out of reflex Rick catches me. Just his touch on my upper arms makes me tremble and I press my lips frantically to his, but as expected he breaks away from me and looks me firmly in the eyes, "Beg for it."

I have no shame as I yip, "I'm begging you. I'll never do anything like I did before again. Please, please Rick. Fuck me. Touch me."

Slowly, a hand slides down my arm to my wrist, bringing his hand so close to my twitching and begging pussy that I barely notice his words, "Whose are you?"

Breathlessly I breathe, "I'm yours Rick. Only yours. You can do whatever you want to me."

Softly, he murmurs, "That's right. You're all mine."

But instead of replacing my hand with his, he puts his lips to my neck and licks lasciviously over my pulse: "I meant what I said. You have to make yourself come. But since you're so nice and submissive now, I'll help you a little. Deal?"

In response, I drop my forehead against his shoulder and he takes it as a 'yes'.

His warm lips slide over my neck and he slides his hand down so that his hand is on top of mine, which immediately makes me tremble and brings me closer to my release.

He expertly places his other hand on my chest and I sink my teeth into his skin as I stifle a moan.

My climax is so close and yet I'm just missing that last bit that Rick does so much better than I do.

I push against him as best I can and give a muffled moan, "More. Please more."

Actually, I don't think he'd give me what I'm begging for, but apparently, he does take pity on me in my lousy situation and nods as he whispers harshly, "Okay."

I could howl with relief as he spins us around that I'm leaning against the table and slides his leg between mine, making me totally soak his denim with even the most minimal contact.

Gently he takes my hands away and murmurs in my ear, "Come on, show me how much you need me. That you can't even come without me."

That's all it takes for me to wrap my arms around his neck and move my hips needy on his leg.

He's not actively touching me, but using his body to satisfy myself is perfectly enough for me, especially because every time I move, I'm bumping against his hard cock, which is twitching hugely inside his jeans.

All too soon a knot forms in my stomach and I gasp his name over and over as he puts his hands on my hips and whispers, "Good girl. Show me what only I can give you."

Then when he kisses me softly on my lips, I'm done for and my legs give out from under me as I come pulsing to nothing, moaning, "I want you. Rick, I need you. Please fuck me."

Rick bites my bottom lip and whispers, "Shhh, relax. I know you want me."

My fingers are tangled in his dark curls as his voice comes harshly to my ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you can only scream my name so everyone can hear how good I am at giving it to you."

Hard I kiss him on the lips and his beard scratches over my already sensitive skin.

The kiss grows more passionate and I want to pull his shirt off, but he pulls my hands away and spins me around once to push me down on the small table and rub his cock against my ass.

His hand slides over my bare back I feel the cool metal on my hot skin and push myself even further towards him.

It's been ages since his wife was still in this world, but still, he wears the wedding ring.

At first it hurt to watch him barely take it off, so he explained to me that he no longer sees the ring as a sign of his marriage, but as a reminder of who he once was.

He wants it to remind him of his humanity.

The small room is quiet except for our erratic breathing and the soft sound as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants including boxers just barely over his butt to free his cock.

I look back over my shoulder at him expectantly and have to swallow hard when I see his broad figure towering over my small body.

The thought that he could force anything from me without me being able to fight him makes me gasp softly and he looks from my ass to my face to ask, "Ready?"

I nod and that's all he needs to thrust into me.

He pushes my whole body forward with his strength and I grab the edge of the table to somehow hold myself in place as he keeps pulling me toward him by the waist and fucking me like it's the last time. I realize he wants to mark me as his own and fuck, I like it.

As I said before, I'm not a woman who comes easily, but the feeling of having him inside me to the hilt makes me see stars.

Panting, he pulls me higher by the hips to penetrate me even deeper and I'm practically hanging in the air while he holds me alone. His cock twitches inside me and I close my eyes as I barely bring anything but his name past my lips.

My heart hammers way too fast in my chest as I hear him gasp, "Mine...I'm the only one who will ever fuck you."

Whimpering, I rest my cheek on the table and yip, "Harder. Rick, take me harder."

I barely recognize his voice as he growls, "Shit, you're so fucking tight."

And sure enough, it doesn't take me any more to come on his cock without warning, taking him with me after a short while.

He thrusts into me a few more times before, breathing frantically, he lets go of my hips and sighs, "I can't live without you."

This sudden change of subject makes me look at him faster than I planned and I smile softly at him, "I know."

His features are so incredibly soft and vulnerable that I immediately regret how I acted towards Jesus.

Gently, I place my hands on his warm chest and he takes my face in his hands and kisses me on the forehead, "I won't survive if you leave me."

I tremble under his touch as I whisper softly, "I would never leave you and I'm sorry I made you feel that way earlier."

Slowly he nods and then reaches out his hand to help me get dressed before we go back to the others and Jesus.

Immediately Jesus looks back at me and then back at Rick and I'm sure we both look like we've just been fucked as he chuckles, "Looks like you guys have it all figured out."

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#smutty may #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request

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blissents · 4 months

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Devlog #1

Hi hi! ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ I don't really post often, but I told myself that starting in 2024, I wanted to share what I've been working on! I'm a solo game dev who has been developing a game called Visionaries. It's a romance visual novel that explores grief and loss.

༺✧ STORY ✧༻

"Visionaries": Special individuals with the ability to look into the past. There are a select handful of Visionaries who can also see into the future.

"What happens after we die?" The age-old question with no definitive answer. Many have constructed their own complex theories and stories to try and explain this mystery.

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Explore the world of Visionaries as you wake up in an unfamiliar room, unable to speak and move. You're faced with unusual people (who tend to bicker any opportunity they get) only to later discover that they are your assigned Visionaries. These Visionaries have only one task; they intend on looking into your memories.

What is the purpose of Visionaries existing, and why do they insist on looking into your mind?

If you want to read more about the progress I've made on Visionaries, please continue reading below the cut! ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

༺✧ ART ✧༻

Most of my time has been spent working on the art! (I can't feel my hand) My main focus is to finish drawing all of the character sprites as well as finish rendering the backgrounds. I've already come up with all the designs and expressions for the characters, they just need to be rendered :,)

I still need to create their little character info sheets (I have no idea what the word is, haha), where you'll learn their names, ages, and all of that fun stuff ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

Below are some of the sprites :-)

The first two are fully rendered, while the other three need to be finished :,)

As for backgrounds, I have 1 that is fully rendered and 3 that still need to be finished! I'll only be sharing 3/4 today since I'm unsure if I'll be including the one background in the demo.

To be honest, I struggled quite a bit when drawing the backgrounds D: There were a lot of things I envisioned, but unfortunately, I didn't know how to fully portray them. I had some trial and error while coming up with the original designs. That being said, I'm glad I was able to come up with something I felt satisfied with! I'm planning for the rest of the backgrounds to follow the red/brown colored theme as seen in the first photo ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

Of course, there will be more backgrounds than the ones I'm currently showing! I already have some ideas/drafts for those, but they might change depending on the way the story plays out.

༺✧ WRITING ✧༻

So far, I've planned for the demo to have a little less than 9k words. I'm unsure if I'll keep it at 9k words, or if I'll expand it some more so that there will be more content in the demo :-) We'll see!

As for the overall game, there will be at least 2 routes. There will also be 2 romanceable options (one being he/him, the other being she/they). I'm still figuring out how I want to script all of this, so these aspects may change in the future!

The game will also have options where you can choose your pronouns and name!

Here's a small snippet of the script!

I wanted to show the dynamic between two of the characters :-)

༺✧ OTHER ✧༻

Besides writing and coding, I've been coming up with some ideas for the GUI! I don't have any current drafts of that to share, but I'll hopefully include them in a future devlog ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ I also have plans on creating the cover art for the game, cgs, more backgrounds, and possibly some promotional art (rip my hand, there's so much I need to draw (╥_╥))

I was thinking about composing the music for the game, but I realized I know absolutely nothing about music and wouldn't even know where to start if I had tried :,) So instead, I've compiled a list of some soundtracks and sound effects I might use! Hopefully, I can share that in the future once I've narrowed down which soundtracks I know I'll be using.

༺✧ CONCLUSION ✧༻

My overall goal is to release the demo sometime during this year! Because I'm doing everything myself (art, script, writing, etc.), it might take me a bit longer to get everything done. My apologies for that! (╥_╥)

Besides that, I really just want to start creating and sharing more of my art. Getting over the mental hurdle of being afraid to show my work is honestly pretty terrifying for me. I normally only share the things I create with close friends, but I think it's time to get over this fear of mine! ᕦ(ò_ó)ᕤ

I was able to make significant progress within these past few weeks since I'm currently on my winter break. Classes start back up soon, though, and I'm going to be internship-hunting as well as planning on a big move. I'm still going to try my best to juggle everything so that I can make even more progress on the game! ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

At the end of the day, all of this is a fun little project I've always wanted to do. As a little kid, I absolutely loved playing VNs (and I still do!). Creating my own game felt like an unreachable goal, but with enough effort, I think it's something obtainable ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ I really just want to create something that others can enjoy!

As a side note, I have some plans to create a little blog (not even sure if it's considered a blog, haha) about the games I've played/want to play! That will be coming very soon!

Thank you to anyone who read this far! You have my eternal gratitude <3

~ bliss ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ

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crossoverbaps · 4 months

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It's a Love Story, Baby Part 1 I need a better title, I know...

This story includes shameless shipping, beware! (Gweelok x Jerry with a little Festro x Fart sprinkled in)

Gweelok sighed to himself as he was facing away from his four roommates.

“What’s the matter with him?” Festro groaned. “He's been staring at that wall all day long!”

“Gweelok looks lonely.” Fart guessed. “He looks like he's longing for some company.”

“Aww, we should give him a hug. Slog is coming, Gwee.” Slog grinned as he spread his arms apart and was about to rush over to his friend, but Fart put his arm in front of Slog, stopping him.

“Hold on.” Fart told him. “I meant a different kind of company.”

“Bleh blag bleh bleh?” Dingle guessed in his gibberish.

“Exactly, I think Gweelok is in love.” Fart nodded.

“Ooh! Who's the lucky disgustoid?” Slog grinned.

“They may not be a disgustoid.” Fart corrected.

“Oh no… He better not be in love with a human!” Festro gasped in horror.

“Guys, won't you all shut up?! I'm not in love and I never will be!” Gweelok shouted in denial, but his face was a bit red.

“Blaga blaga bleg bleg.” Dingle grinned and pointed at Gweelok's face.

“I'm NOT blushing because I'm in love! My face is red because I'm angry you keep bothering me!” Gweelok shrieked.

“We're sorry, Gweelok, we'll leave you alone.” Fart apologized. “Come on.”

“Gweelok has become such a sap, I can tell. Good thing we're not into that mushy stuff, right?” Festro chuckled while nudging Fart with his elbow.

“Um… Yeah…” Fart sighed, sounding slightly dejected, though Festro didn't notice.

“Jerry…” Gweelok looked out the window of their underground home, which led to the outside tunnels. “You may have been a bad guy, but I miss you… I wish I knew where you had gone… Literally… Oh no, I said the L word didn't I?!”

Suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared in the room, and in front of Gweelok was the man who had gotten Gweelok into the situation before. Jerry the Troll King.

“J-J-Jerry!” Gweelok gasped.

“Hello, my dear Gweelok, did you miss me?” Jerry winked.

“What? No! I just wanted to… Know where you have been…” Gweelok scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Oh, Gweelok, I always loved your tendency to deny everything.” Jerry chuckled. “Was what I did wrong? Yes, of course it was, but you did wish for it and I want to grant any wish you make.”

“But… I wasn't even playing your game.” Gweelok scratched his forehead in confusion.

“I had to take the opportunity to see my favorite disgustoid.” Jerry gazed into Gweelok's eyes lovingly, Gweelok couldn't help but smile back. “Now, how about we go back to my place and dance some more.”

“Uh… Hmm…” Gweelok rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Festro, Fart, Slog, and Dingle walked back to the room Gweelok was in, only to notice he was gone.

“Where did he go now?!” Festro grumbled. “First he stays in one place all day and now he's moving around!”

“Look, a piece of paper!” Slog pointed at a note on the floor. Fart picked it up and read it out loud.

“Dear friends,

Gweelok is with me, don't bother looking for us.

Love… Jerry?!”

“Oh no! Gweelok has been kidnapped!” Slog put his hands to his face.

“Nobody takes our bro away!” Festro growled angrily and pretended to roll up his non-existent sleeves. “I say we go to the labyrinth and show that troll who's boss!”

“But we need plans, and we need to pack, and we have to find out where that labyrinth is now!” Fart listed the many things they had to do.

“Fine, but let's hurry! Or else… Well, I don't know what will happen, but we gotta save Gweelok.” Festro told them. The others nodded, though Dingle was a little reluctant.

“Blagity blah blah?” Dingle suggested.

“Of course it's not a misunderstanding! We never misunderstand anything!” Festro retorted. Dingle shrugged and then all four remaining disgustoids went to their rooms to pack their bags for an adventure to save Gweelok.

Meanwhile, Gweelok was sitting at a table across from Jerry, both having tea.

“Thanks for taking me here, I love my bros, but I need to get away from them sometimes.” Gweelok thanked the Troll King.

“No problem. Anyway, you can stay here as long as you'd like.” Jerry told him.

“I'd love to but I need to get back to my bros.” Gweelok groaned. “Eventually I mean.”

“That's the spirit, I also left a note for them so they wouldn't worry about you.” Jerry said as he sipped his tea again.

“You've been so considerate lately, why?” Gweelok titled his head in confusion.

“All for you.” Jerry whispered tenderly.

“Aww…” Gweelok blushed again, Jerry blushed back.

“Want to dance again?” Jerry offered.

“You're not going to give me legs again are you?” Gweelok raised an eyebrow.

“Only if you want me to.” Jerry answered.

“Nah, I'd rather dance my own way.” Gweelok shook his head.

“Suit yourself, besides, I like it when you dance your own way.” Jerry smiled.

Meanwhile, Festro and the others were looking through the map that they made.

“Who's idea was it to have all of us make the same map despite us having differing senses of direction?” Festro scoffed.

“It was yours.” Fart pointed out.

“Yeah, but… Nevermind, you're right…” Festro groaned.

“Blegga bloo blah.” Dingle frowned.

“Yes, Dingle, Gweelok would have made a proper map if he was here, probably with his fascinating technology.” Fart replied sadly.

“I hope he's okay.” Slog added worriedly.

“Um, how long have we been walking?” Festro asked, sweating and panting. “And why do all the rocks look the same?”

“Easy, we're lost.” Fart responded.

“We can't be lost! After all that planning I came up with!” Festro complained.

“It was my idea, Festro!” Fart argued.

“Then it was your fault, I should have been in charge!” Festro pointed at Fart accusingly.

“You take that back!” Fart narrowed his eyes.

“Not before you do!” Festro narrowed his eyes back.

“Guys! This isn't helping! I know I'm not usually that bright or mature, but we need to save Gweelok!” Slog got between his two slightly older friends. Dingle nodded in agreement.

“You're right. Sorry.” Fart apologized.

“Me too, let's argue after we save Gweelok.” Festro said.

“Very well…” Fart slouched over, feeling a bit guilty for fighting with Festro. He loved his friend, but sometimes he could be a pain in the neck. “Still, I'd do anything for him.”

“Come on, I think we're almost there!” Festeo motioned his arm for them to follow, they looked at each other shrugged, then rushed to follow their leader, wondering if he was right about them almost finding Jerry and Gweelok

#secret mountain fort awesome #gweelok x jerry

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honoringthehorrific · 26 days

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Is Late Night with The Devil worth tuning in for?

Don't adjust those sets...spoilers in 5..4..3..2...

First off sorry for not being able to find a gif from the movie! Tumblr gave me a real hard time with that one.

Second off I would like to say I do not support the use of AI art. I think it is abysmal. I watched this movie with my partner after saving up points at our local theater for free tickets. If this still supports the movies we see in some way please let me know and I will be sure to find another way to better watch these movies without supporting their actions...🏴‍☠️🦜 It just may mean you get your reviews a touch later!

Onto the movie. The aesthetics were very enjoyable I could appreciate the ties back to satanic panic and the fascination with the occult. The costuming, the filming of the movie, it all felt right and very few times did I feel my immersion in it break. I feel like maybe there were one or two shots where the actors looked too well made up if that makes sense.

One fun fact my partner pointed out was that you can see the twin towers in the opening shots and the city cut aways because they were built 4 years prior! I really liked that this movie didn't shy away from showing us the towers mostly because I feel like that's something that would have broken the idea we are in the 70s.

While the filming was fitting and awesome the effects were....I would say B tier at points. I think it adds to the charm of course I can always appreciate a homemade effect but it does slightly pull me out of this being something that really happened. Don't get me wrong I know it's not trying to be the next Blair witch "true story" but i feel like there is some level to this that wants the audience to feel that this is real.

My partner notes too that cutting it from a television camera view to the audience view might have helped as well!

Onto the fun stuff, we get hints throughout...sorry no, not hints...we get TOLD throughout the movie that our star of tonight's show, jack delroy, is in a fraternal organization...sorry, i mean cult. He is in the Bohemian Grove cult. We get told there are rumors of this in the opening almost documentary style retelling of Jack's fame and struggles with being as good as Johnny Carson. We'll come back to that.

Tonight is 1977. Halloween night. Sweep week. A night where Jack really needs to scrape in the views. He has no idea that the plans he has this evening will go awry...recently his wife madeline who will be reffered to by her "special nickname" mini has passed away from lung cancer. Tonight's show is also jacks first one back and man is it a doozy. We get to see how he banters with his co-host and honestly kind of berates him. I had this struggle with jack where I wanted to like him but every time I tried I just got these kicks and hints that he was kind of an asshole? But it's show biz, who isn't? His first guest is a medium who intends to commune with the dead. He seems like other shoddy Vegas types until he accurately assess a family who lost their son and brother to suicide. It's later revealed to be a bunch of hooey when the next guest a renowned skeptic chats with the family and realizes they were questioned prior to the show.

The first chilling moment we get that isn't the use of AI art is the medium seemingly becoming possessed by the grieving spirit of mini however no one claims the name and only later does jack reveal he thinks the message was for him.

I'm not gonna foot around it. The use of AI art while not overly used and egregious it's present. Personally it being present feels like an issue. It bugs me and it should bug you. I know many people want to cut it a break for being an indie film but it doesn't take much to put some money towards what was it? 5-6 pieces of art? Yeah some people will have higher rates for working on this but I'm sure they could have found someone to do the art if they felt theirs wasn't up to par. I don't think they're fully evil or anything for it. I don't support AI art but I can understand the other side of the argument. However when you turn a blind eye to one film and it does well it doesn't matter if it's an indie project or not. It makes the big guys think hey we like this. Give the devil an inch and he'll take a mile right?...

That all being said I could ignore the cut aways kind of??...I paid attention for mistakes the first few times before the sight of them just elicited an annoyed eyeroll from me.

As the movie progresses we meet the skeptic. He's offering checks to people who can prove without a doubt that they're the real deal and he says hes not lost a nickel yet. The medium claims he doesn't want the money and when Jack vouches for him and says the last message was meant for him the medium's behavior gets more and more erratic before he finally spews black vomit all over the studio including onto the skeptic.

Little do we know on the way to the hospital our medium turns up dead. This starts to brew panic in the crew and our co-host as our next guests are brought on. June and Lily. Lily was found as a 10 year old by the authorities as the only surviving member of a satanic cult that kind of parodies the satanic church and Anton lavey. Lily is possessed by a demon she calls mr.wriggles. mr.wriggles is an interesting one alright! Wether it's trauma, the demonic possession or my boyfriend's theory- autism. Lily exhibits off behaviors like staring directly into the cameras and seeming very monotone at times. It isn't until Jack pushes for and honestly...kind of corners June on live TV that June and Lily decide to showcase Lily's ability. Man does this demon have something to say.

The demon begins by noting that him and Jack know each other hinting at a tie between the Grove cult again. Before intent focuses again on June. Calling her out for her and jacks relationship and telling her to remember what happened to his last whore. Possession doesn't cease until June slaps the girl. Let me tell you I didn't trust this at all. June goes to undo the straps after some crazy electrical issues and levitation and I just felt uneasy the whole time. That typical feeling while watching these movies of "are you stupid??" Lily in my eyes had a very sinister look to her still that later gets touched on again. We then get the skeptics explanation and recreation with hypnosis. Making our co-host believe his phobia of worms is suddenly real life with them wriggling from his neck stomach and lastly eyeball. Only for us to cut back to reality with his activation phrase and see that none of it was true. They watch the tape back and realize that the whole audience was hypnotized because none of that truly happened on their TV sets. However when watching back what happened with Lily it triggers the girl.

She levitates and glows while her head splits open. She immolates the skeptic when he offers the hefty check in exchange for his life and hangs her guardian/doctor by the necklace meant to keep the demon at bay. And unfortunately our chunky loveable co-host gets his neck snapped when trying to "the power of Christ compels you" the demon away. It isn't until we get this gorgeous dream like sequence after Jack seemingly gets away. Him going through the routine of the show only to try and escape. Him telling us to turn off our sets and stop watching before we get a sequence with the cult and him drinking from a chalice as he meets his wife. She reveals that he sacrificed her health for fame. He didn't know. And this is where I felt sympathetic for him....the entire time he was unaware...he murdered her unintentionally. And so she asks him to murder her in the physical. Take the ritual knife from Lily's old home and finish her off before the cancer can take her....only for him to plunge the knife into her and reveal that the dream was fake. And he has stabbed Lily to death. He stands and we get a heart wrenching scene of him trying to say the skeptics activation phrase to wake up while surrounded by the carnage he somewhat unknowingly caused...

Overall I give this 3 worms out of 5.

The AI made my eyes roll and the effects were corny but the premise and scenery and aesthetics were beautiful. I sort of reccomend it if you can watch it in a non supporting way.

#late night with the devil #not an aesthetic #regurgitated reviews #horror

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trashmouththeorist · 5 months

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the kissing booth is abusive and terrible; an angry rant

Okay. So basically, Noah is first introduced to us as this character like three times the size of Elle, and this character that his brother (Elle's best friend, Lee) thinks should not date Elle, raising a red flag. Lee wants what's best for Elle. And it's clear that Noah isn't that. But if we put that aside and we fast-forward to school, Tuppen sexually assaults her because she is wearing a skirt that is deemed too short in the eyes of the school. Then Lee tries and fails to protect her, and Noah goes psycho, beating Tuppen to a pulp. And of course, like always, the victim gets detention, so when Noah and Elle are waiting outside, he victim blames her, by saying, "Wearing a skirt like that is asking for it." I already didn't like Noah, but now I hate him. Telling somebody who was sexually assaulted that it was their fault because they were 'asking for it' by wearing clothes they were? That's a new level of low, and we're only about twenty minutes in! If that. Anyway, Elle goes on a date with Tuppen, and Noah is jealous. He stands her up (predictable) then explains that Noah has been meddling in her social life, and is the reason she has no prior dating experience, so she doesn't know what a healthy relationship is: the only people she's engaged in an even slightly romantic act with is a sexual assaulter and abusive, toxic man. But if we put all that aside, Elle is angry. So she calls Noah, and these are the words exchanged during the call:

Elle: You do realize that you're not my dad, right?

Noah: Look, you still got a lot to learn, kiddo.

Elle: Kiddo? Oh, my God. Oh, if you were here, I would beat you with my shoe.

Noah: Tuppen is a player.

Elle: So are you

Noah: And that's why I know he's wrong for you. You're gonna thank me one day.

Elle: Okay. Well, today is not that day. It is not your job to monitor my dating life. Do you understand me? The days of you controlling my life are over!

Noah: We'll see about that.

So Noah, creepy as he is, insists on continuing to manipulate and meddle with her life. He is trying to control her life. At that point, even he is warning her. Tuppen was a sexual assaulter, aka a piece of scum. And Noah? He compares himself to Tuppen. That should say something. Numerous red flags are up, but Elle is closing her eyes. Although that's not on her. She's the victim here, in this situation. I may not like Elle, but this stuff should not be happening. Anyway, let's put all that aside, yeah, and move on.

Elle and Lee suggest their idea for the fundraiser, a Kissing Booth (shocker) and of course, they need all the 'hot guys.' Convenient, because Love Interest Number 1 is a 'hot guy' when he's a toxic, abusive douchebag. Okay. I actually don't understand this point - are girls the main aim for this booth? (majority of people are straight in this world, but of course we have the gay tokens for diversity who have zero affect on the plot in the second movie) Because they aren't preoccupied with hot girls. Also, why are the girls presented as the objects to be kissed? No boys there? Doesn't matter, I guess. It's just an abusive relationship, in a plot that barely took two seconds to think out where like every character is an asshole. But I'm not judging that. After school, Noah tries to get Elle to come home with him on his motorbike. Of course, Elle refuses, yet he persists when she says no, because of course, Noah's reputation as a player. And I'm not surprised, you go Elle. He drops every girl. But, I mean, Elle is 'not like other girls.' Elle runs home, and she asks people to do the booth. Surprise, surprise, they say no to kinda selling themselves...and not getting anything from it except maybe herpes.

Okay. So, after that party I don't feel like talking about, because you know they used the same scene for every high school romcom, and the OMG's, aka the rip off mean girls, invite her over to get her intoxicated, and Elle is totally drunk. Elle asks Noah for the booth, girls he's making out with is mad, Elle gets rejected. There are a few partying scenes, and then Elle strips her clothes off leaving her underwear and dances. Lee, for some reason just watches her (see what I meant about assholes) and then Noah with all his chivalry takes her up into her room, dresses her in his clothes and then she wakes up presumably thinking they slept together, which of course, they didn't - but I wouldn't be surprised with Noah taking advantage of her intoxicated state and r*ping her, because when you're drunk, you can never consent. But the fact she suspected he might have r*ped her means she knows some degree of his toxicity, yet she is somehow still blind to it. Anyways, they had an 'accidental groping' session, and Elle is out and about again. Anyway, Elle lies about Noah liking one of the OMG's so they'll do the booth, and now she's got to convince Noah to do it, because the OMG'S (which he most definitely does not like) are waiting for him at the booth, and he's the main attraction for whoever's at the booth. Noah tries to order Elle around again, and she asks him about the booth again. (Clearly, neither of them can take a hint) and he refuses.

It's time for the booth now. I'm going to skip out on the beginning, but the OMG's push Elle out onto the stage and Noah comes up and kisses her, and thats something else I don't like: no matter who it was, if it was her boyfriend of a year of someone in her Physics Class, it was clearly not consensual. But the kiss happened, and since it was Noah, Elle enjoyed it, but Noah let her down, telling her it was 'just a kiss' manipulating her feelings, and now she's in this great dilemma, because Lee had been warning her all along with that friendship rule he insisted on. But let's skip a few minutes, after she tells Lee repeating what Noah said, where we're at the bit where Noah confesses his love with the classic fanfiction response, (I mean, this is WattPad, so...) 'You aren't like other girls, you didn't "fall at my feet" I love you you're so sweet!' Etc, etc.

So, to show his love for her, he takes her to a hookup spot where he takes all of his conquests. Perfect. That fanfiction thing is probably something he tells every girl, because Elle is clearly like the rest of the girls he's engaged in activities with.

Beach party. Warren tries to get a drunk Elle to skinny dip, and Noah jumps in, after an insult, punches Warren in the face and Elle runs off. When Elle is walking home, Noah screams and yells at her to "Just get in the car, Elle. Just get in the car, Elle. GET IN THE CAR, ELLE!" And with much violence, he punches his car in anger and frustration and toxicity and abuse (more controlling, great) Elle is scared (because it was clear that directed to her, Noah was yelling at her and he wanted to hit her) and she gets in. They go to the Hollywood sign (which they cannot go to, because I'm pretty sure you need to pay to go, like, as a tourist, but they filmed it in Africa so I'm sure they know jack shit about how the US works) and etc etc.

They start a relationship made up of sex and hiding. Sex and hiding includes a lot of these things, and not what a relationship should contain. What I don't like is that they think it's this huge secret that needs to be kept, it's not like they'll be discriminated against.

Lee is their only worry.

When Elle gets hurt and Noah is there, Lee immediately assumes he hit her. Why? Because he's lived with his brother...his whole life. He knows Noah like she back of his hand. He knows Noah is abusive. So when Elle's hurt, the only logical thing is to assume Noah did it. And what does that tell us if Noah's own brother assumes he abused her? And Noah's only response to being accused of violence is to...get violent. (Thank you, Cynical Reviews! You should watch him on YouTube. He's great. Especially his review of The Kissing Booth.)

After this, Lee finds out about their relationship, blah blah blah who cares. Except for the fact Lee is still angry: at Noah, not because Elle lied, but because he is sure how this is going to go, because he's experienced it from the sidelines - random girls he's barely known getting abused and having their hearts broken. And he doesn't want the next casualty to be Elle. Of course, like, no one supports them, because they know what happens every time Noah brings a girl home - or something of the sort.

Elle tells Lee to support them, she gets back with Noah and Noah...leaves.

A set up for a sequel which whenever I have time, will be analysed, because it is seriously abusive and toxic. None of these things were done out of 'love.' Love is a word used too carelessly in film. This, at the closest, is lust. And it is unhealthy, controlling, toxic and abusive.

So there's my argument!

#anti the kissing booth #the kissing booth #anti netflix #hollywood is shit #romcoms #terrible romcoms #angry rants #i hate wattpad #was this a harry styles fanfiction

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