#oh lord yeah we’re in my Kirby feels today

[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Puppet Princess Chapter 10

Merengue XIII’s birthday party was held so grand and lavish like never before. Great number of invited guests were crowding in on the hall of the royal palace. The line of people to congratulate Merengue XIII was so long that it stretched outside the palace.

The palace garden was wide open for the citizenry, and hundreds of different cakes were served for free. Having gathered, the citizens were shouting “Hooray for His Majesty!” in unison. The cakes prepared for this day are what the patissiers from the Royal Cake Factory baked with all their effort put in. It was nothing but first-rate cakes, which were baked with the national treasure, the recipe book as the source. “Hot diggity dog!!! So gosh darn good! To think that I prepared a cake like this; my talent is incredible!” While praising his own wares, the one biting into any cake he laid his hands on was King Dedede. The waiting maid chided him in a disgusted tone. “The patissiers are the ones that baked the cakes. Didn’t you only poke your nose in, babbling this and that?” “Shut your trap. I was the one who carefully planned how many of which cakes should be baked and ordered the patissiers.” “I heard you only made absurd orders like......“Make one million cream puffs, one million shortcake, and three million chocolate cakes.” Waddle Dee was the one that worked hard.” “His deeds are mine as well! At any rate, I’m the star of today’s party.” “His Kingship is the main focus!” Compared to King Dedede in full appetite, Kirby was unusually down. He’s making no effort to eat even with this many cakes laid out. This was the first time that Kirby was ever like this. He’s been like this even with the case solved, and both Princess Marona and the recipe book having returned safely. Waddle Dee couldn’t help but be worried. “Kirby, aren’t you gonna eat the cake? It’s really yummy......” “......” “You’re worried about Lord Meta Knight, huh.” Kirby nodded. “The princess told me that his mask was broken from Gallic’s knives. I wonder if he isn’t coming back because of that......” Kirby hung his head dejectedly. Blade Knight and Sword Knight were also worried sick. What should we do, Waddle Dee? If he happened to disappear like this......” Waddle Dee said with all his effort. “That’s not true! I’m sure that he’ll come to this party!” “......But,” “Lord Meta Knight ordered a baked cake from Chef Kawasaki. That’s why there’s no way that he neglected the party.” “......Is that really it......?” Princess Marona was the one to chime in from the side. The princess was downcast as well. She had a gloomy look, even as she was dressed nicely with a large ribbon on her head. “It was all my fault. I should have made more effort and stopped him at that time.” “You didn’t do anything wrong......” “Just where is he and what is he doing......my father too is troubling himself about it.” “Wha-, there's no point in worrying.” King Dedede said while stuffing his mouth with cakes. “We’re talking about him here. He’s bound to appear suddenly with a look as if nothing had happened.” Marona glared at King Dedede. “What’s with those cold words!? Aren’t you worried about Meta Knight?” “Not at all. You think he’d whimper from a mask or two broken? He’s not a sissy like that.” “Hoh, I’m honored to hear that from you.” King Dedede jumped up, called out from behind him all of a sudden. Meta Knight was standing with a bouquet held. Behind him is Chef Kawasaki with a large box. Meta Knight’s face was, of course, concealed with a mask as always. “Meta Knight!” Shouted Kirby, and sprang at Meta Knight.

“Whoa there, Kirby. The bouquet is going to get crushed.” “Thank goodness! Where were you until now!? Everyone was worried about you!” “Sorry. I went out to meet Chef Kawasaki.” “After going through research after research, the very best cake has been completed!” Chef Kawasaki threw out his chest proudly. Upon hearing that, Kirby leapt at Chef Kawasaki as if having forgotten all about Meta Knight. “Really!? That’s in there!? Hurry up and open it then!” “No way, Kirby! That’s the birthday present!” In a panic, Chef Kawasaki held the box in his arms and protected it from Kirby. At that moment, Merengue XIII walked up to them. Spreading both his hands, the king greeted Meta Knight. “Meta Knight! You were alright! I was so worried in hearing that you went missing!” “Pardon me, oh king. I had something complicated at hand.” Meta Knight presented the bouquet. Merengue XIII accepted it and nodded. “Aye, no need to say anything. You are the savior of the princess and Chiffon Star. I sincerely thank you.” “I’m glad that I made it in time for the birthday. Oh king, please accept the cake baked by Chef Kawasaki, the best cook in Dream Land.” Stepping forward with a tense look, Chef Kawasaki politely gave the box to Merengue XIII. Having untied the ribbon and opened the box, Merengue XIII chuckled and had a broad grin on his face. “Such delicious looking cake! It has plenty of apples and walnuts, my favorite.” Taking a bite of the cake, Merengue XIII nodded deeply. “It’s really good! It wouldn't lose to even the cakes at our Chiffon Star.” “Th-Thank you so much!” Chef Kawasaki’s face turned bright red in delight. “Me two! I would like some too!” “Me three!” Kirby and King Dedede reached out their hands as if competing, but another hand came from the side and snatched the box. It’s Princess Marona. “Wow, it looks so delicious! Time to dig in!” Immediately as she said that, the princess opened her mouth wide and stuffed her cheeks with cake. “So good!! This is the best!” “P-Princess! What vulgarness!” Hitting the panic button, the lady’s maid pulled the princess’ dress and warned her in a low voice. “How could you open your mouth that widely in front of all the visitors!? It’s very unbecoming of a princess of Chiffon Star.” “Eating it like this is more delicious!” “You mustn’t! You need to take a seat, use a knife and a fork, and split it little by little......” “Isn’t it fine, sis?” The maid’s younger sister, the apprentice waiting maid, was the one to say in a relaxed manner. “I think it would be fine if the princess has it her way.” “You stay quiet.” “Before, I felt the princess was too sophisticated to get close to, so I prefer how she is now. I feel like the princess’s surroundings have become more cheerful than before.” Hearing that, Princess Marona grinned. Seeing her smiling face, Merengue XIII's face breaks into a smile as well. “Marona’s smile makes me happier than anything. It’s okay to eat the cake quickly. Everyone, please eat as much as you want without holding back.” “Yay~!” Kirby was in great joy. He jumped at the cakes that were brought in without delay. As Meta Knight returned safely, he is regaining his liveliness and appetite like always. Of course, King Dedede isn’t the one to lose. “Whoop-de-doo~! What a paradise this is! I wanna quit being the ruler of Dream Land and instead be the ruler of Chiffon Star!” “No, sire~!” Waddle Dee stopped him in a hurry. With Kirby and his friends, Marona too was chowing down on the cakes to her heart’s content, but paused once realizing something. Meta Knight had disappeared before she knew it.

Princess Marona found Meta Knight in the backyard of the royal palace. He is sitting calmly on the side of the fountain. The palace was teeming with guests for the birthday party, but there was no sign of anyone in the backyard. “......That’s where you were, Meta Knight.” Called out the princess with a shy voice, and Meta Knight nodded. “I don’t want you to take offense. Bustling places just isn’t my cup of tea.” “I’m not gonna take offense at it, of course. I ate enough as well.” The princess sat down next to Meta Knight. “Since then, the soldiers from the palace captured Gallic. He’s in jail right now.” “......I see.” “His eyes are vacant, and he doesn't try to say anything. Having lost the red jewel, he seems to have lost all strength.” “Such a pitiful fella. He won’t try to cause evil ever again.” “Yeah. Erm, well......Meta Knight,” The princess said while fidgeting. “I reconciled with my father. Father forgave me.” “The king wasn’t mad from the get go. He was only worried about you.” “The maids, and the patissiers from the cake factory were all sincerely glad that I came back. I’ve realized for the first time that there were those who cared for me this much. I too want to care for everyone.” “Yeah.” “I’m thinking of studying baking.” The princess lowered her voice and spoke her mind. “I’m aiming to be a patissier who bake delicious cakes that would make everyone happy.” “Wouldn’t you eventually succeed the king and become a queen of this country?” “I’m not sure about something that much ahead. Besides, it wouldn’t be bad to be a queen that’s also a qualified patissier. Our country is a kingdom of sweets, after all.” “I see.” Meta Knight’s voice is softened. “......Meta Knight. It was all thanks to you that I’ve felt like this......” Right when the princess was about to straighten herself and thank him, a loud voice reverberated. “Lord Meta Knight!!” “Thank goodness you were unhurt!!” It was Blade Knight and Sword Knight. The pair ran up to him as if they were falling over. “We were worried sick about you!” “Yeah, sorry. I made you all worry.” Meta Knight stood up. “Well then, let’s go.” “Huh? You’re going already?” Princess Marona asked in surprise. “I was able to give the bouquet and the cake to the king. My work is done here.” “......You’re right.” Nodded Marona with a lonesome look. Blade Knight asked. “My lord, what do we do with Kirby and King Dedede? Shall we call them?” “No, leave them be. Since they’ve lost themselves to the cakes, they wouldn’t listen anyway even if we say that we’re going back. We’ll take Waddle Dee and Chef Kawasaki only.” “......You have a point.” “Princess Marona, send the two back to Dream Land after the party ends. You can treat them as luggage if you like.” “Got it.” “Well then, adios.” Meta Knight turned his back, where Princess Marona said to him. “I will be a fine patissier. When that happens......come and visit us again, Meta Knight.” Meta Knight paused and turned around. “Yup. I’m looking forward to it, Princess Marona.” Accompanied by his two men, Meta Knight walked away.

“......Ciao. Thanks, Meta Knight.” Bidding farewell in a voice low enough to not reach Meta Knight, Princess Marona made her way back to the bustling royal palace.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #meta knight #kirby #waddle dee #king dedede #sword knight #blade knight #chef kawasaki

[thiswasinevitableid]

Chemistry (Sternclay)

The last of the meet ugly requests. NSFW, because why not end with a bang?

# 33  you’re a nobody actor who comes in for a chemistry read for the part of my love interest but we end up arguing instead of reading [maybe I like that about you and demand for you to be hired or maybe I’m annoyed that you spoke to me like that so I say that I don’t want to work with you and they hire you anyway]

Stern is starting to feel self-conscious. 

He’s been drooled over in every tabloid from here to Tokyo, gets fanmail by the boatload, and once did a photo shoot for Out that nearly broke their website. 

But they’ve been doing chemistry reads for three days now and no one is clicking. True, up until now his action roles have never had a serious love interest. But is he so bad at flirting that he can’t even act appealing to someone?

He’s not the only frustrated one; Ned, the director, has chewed his nails down to stubs, Kirby has tweaked the test dialogue twice to try and help, and Mama, the producer, currently has her head down on the table. 

“Alright Chicane, who’s next?” She groans as she sits up. 

“Barclay Jones.”

Stern remembers his audition tape; for an actor with zero screen experience, he’s quite compelling on camera. Easy on the eyes, too. 

Boyd ushers the other man in. He’s even taller in person, which Stern isn’t expecting. Having to look up during this scene will be novel. 

“Lovely to make your acquaintance, dear boy.” Ned stands, shaking Barclay’s hand. 

“Uh, same to you. Mr. Chicane. It’s a huge honor to even get here.” The baritone is soft, nerves obvious.

“Now now Barclay, flattery will only get you somewhere.” Ned winks, turns to the table, “this is Kirby, our head writer, and Madeline Cobb, one of the top producers at Amnesty Studios. And of course, you know Joseph Stern.”

Barclay looks at him and his brown eyes go wide, “Holy shit. Uh, sorry, yeah, I mean, everyone does. I had no idea I’d be reading with you. I’m a huge fan. Uh, everyone probably says that don’t they?” He shakes Stern’s hand. Lord almighty, even his hands are big and strong. Stern wants to wrap himself up in that voice too.

“A lot do, yes. But it’s always nice to meet a fan, and a fellow actor at that.”

Kirby gets Barclay his pages, allows him a few minutes to read over them as Ned briefs him on the scene. 

“Now, your character and Agent X, that’s Joseph, have been working together to solve a string of mysterious disappearances in the southwest. The electricity between you two has been growing, and we’re only a scene away from you finally confessing your feelings for each other. I want to feel the tension in the air.”

They take their positions, Stern waiting for Ned’s cue to begin. 

“You almost got us killed out there!”

“Whose idea was it to try breaking into the compound without an escape route?” Rather than moving towards him like the script indicates, Barclay leans back against the provided couch, arms crossed, forcing Stern to stammer as he tries to keep the momentum of the blocking going. 

“If we’re playing that game, who got the car totaled in the first place?”

“I did because I was saving your ass, Lucky.” Barclay straightens up, but holds his ground. 

“I never asked you too.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to lose my partner.”

Goddamnit, why isn’t he moving, it’s throwing Stern off. 

“Uh, um..oh please, like you don’t see me as expendable too.”

A perfectly timed shift in facial expression, “I don’t.”

“I find that doubtful--is there a reason you’re not following the blocking?”

“Huh? Oh, uh,” Barclay tightens his hold on the script, turning to Ned, “I was reading through it, and it kinda feels like my character wants Agent X to come to him. Like, he knows Agent X kinda keeps things close to his chest, at least if your version is staying close to the books, so he wants to make him be the one to admit their shared feelings first. I thought, uh, kinda keeping me in one place and making him move would add to that balance.”

“It’s throwing the whole scene-”

“Into a new light!” Ned exclaims, “yes, I liked how that looked a great deal.”

“What? Ned, Agent X isn’t the kind to be, be, jerked around.”

“Not by most characters, but, like, think about it; when you’re really into someone but are trying to deny it, you’re often super-fucking open to them messing with you.”

“No offense, Barclay, but one of us has far more experience developing characters for the screen than the other.”

Fuck, that was uncalled for, even accounting for how exhausted and touchy he is. He should apologize. 

“Look, pretty boy, just because I don’t have a handsome face and a fucking porn-star body doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Do you think I’m coasting on my looks?”

Barclay holds up his hands, “you said it, not me.”

“Do I sense someone upset that all the hunky mountain parts passed him by because he can’t read his fucking blocking?”

“Gentlemen, please, that’s enough.” Ned waves Boyd over, “thank you so much for your time, Mr. Jones. We’ll be in touch in a few weeks.”

Barclay’s shoulders sag and he thanks them for the opportunity. Stern just thanks his lucky stars he’ll never have to see him again.

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“You did what?!”

“I offered Barclay the part, and he accepted.”

“Lord almighty Ned, what did I do to get on your bad side?”

“Joseph” the director sets a hand on his shoulder, “I know how much this project means to you. So trust me when I say that, argument included, you and he had the best read out of all the other people we tried. If we want this movie to do well, we need him.”

“Fine. I’ll work with him. But I won’t like it.”

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He still doesn’t like it. But even he has to admit Barclay portrays Agent A exactly as he should be. He takes direction well, is popular with the crew, and looks aggravatingly perfect in his black suit that matches Stern’s own. If he doesn’t end up a star after this comes out, Stern will eat his right arm. 

They have a lot in common, which Stern could enjoy more if they weren't constantly getting into arguments. He can’t remember what ninety percent of them are about, just that it feels necessary to have them.

They’ve been arguing a lot today, because they’re shooting the first kiss scene and it’s been fifteen takes with no success. Part of that is both of them want perfection in their craft. But the larger issue is…

“Joseph, kindly try to look like you actually want to be kissing him.” Ned massages his temples

“We all know why that’s difficult.” Stern mutters. 

“We’re actors, pretty boy, our job is to pretend.” Barclay snaps back.

“And Barclay, please make it look as if you’ve already made the decision to kiss rather than punch your partner, rather than as though you’re still torn.”

After two more failed takes, Ned calls them done for the day. Stern is pacing in his apartment near the studio when his co-star knocks on the door.

“We need to work on that scene.”

“Work is over for the day, and I just got off a phone interview with Empire. So, no, no we don't.”

“Joseph” Barclay steps into the living room, shutting the door, “look, I know things are weird between us, but you can afford to not nail every aspect of this performance. I can’t.”

“Don’t be so sure; fame is tenuous even for the best of us.”

“Think of yourself pretty highly, pretty boy?”

“No! And stop taking everything I say as being about me. I...I don’t even think I’m that good. Not compared to some people out there. I can’t even get a fucking kiss right.” He cards his fingers through his hair. 

“Neither can I. And I’ve had less practice. Uh, on camera, that is. I’m just so fucking nervous this’ll go wrong and I’ll blow my once chance at being in movies. So for both our sakes can we just fucking try to get this right?”

Stern holds his finger up, “One hour. Then I’m taking a bath and going to bed.”

Barclay sighs, the one he always makes when Stern reacts in a way other than what he hoped for, “Okay.”

They hit the midway point twice, working through some hiccups in tone, Barclay taking his suggestions and Stern following Barclays lead several times. Then they come to the kiss. 

“Damn it” Stern pulls away, “that didn’t feel right either.”

“No shit.” Barclay steps out of his embrace, “it’s because you kiss like you’re scared of something.”

“My kissing is not the problem here.”

“What, you think it’s mine?”

“It’s like kissing tap water; flat and boring.”

“Take that back.” Barclay growls. 

“Make me.”

Another growl, so feral Stern’s neck prickles, and then Barclay grabs him, kissing him like he’s trying to smother him, large hands cupping his face and tongue shoving between his lips. Not to be outdone, Stern grips the back of his neck with one hand and his auburn hair with the other, as if he could force them closer than they are. 

“That brave enough for you, big guy?” He bites Barclay’s ear and gets a snarl in his own in return.

“Dunno, pretty boy, am I still boring you?” Barclay slams their lips together as Stern tries pulling him closer. What he manages to do instead is send himself backwards over the edge of the couch and onto the waiting cushions. 

“Shit, Joseph, are you okayAhnngmph” He’s on his feet before Barclay finishes the question, lunging into another kiss, the pair shoving and spinning, and groping their way down the hall to the bedroom. 

Barclay moans exactly the way he hoped when he bites his bare chest, shirt hitting the nearby chair along with Stern’s. Stern smirks up at him, savoring the sight of him panting and licking his lips, trails frantic kisses down his chest and belly, only stopping when his knees hit the floor. Barclay whimpers for the first time when he bites his hip, undoing his jeans as he sucks a hickey into it. He slips one hand into Barclay’s pants, drags it along his cock once, teasingly, before standing again. 

“I’m sure you can manage the rest, big guy.” He strips off his pants and underwear, is down to his undershirt and socks when Barclay chuckles and grabs him from behind. 

“Of course you wear fucking sock garters.” His beard tickles his neck, making him squirm in the hold. 

“I, I hate it when they fall down.”

“I don’t mind a little falling.” He shoves Stern forward onto the bed, climbing on behind him and running his fingers up his ass. 

“Fuck you look good like this, pretty boy.”

Barclay’s voice has never sounded like this; not a few moments ago, not on camera, not in Stern’s wildest fantasies. Stern is nothing if not versatile in bed, and right now he knows exactly what he wants. 

“C-condoms, bedside drawer, please.” He wiggles his ass in anticipation at the sounds of sliding wood and crinkling foil. 

Barclay pushes his legs apart, “trust me, you’re gonna need ‘em wider.”

“Someone confident about his siIIze! Fuck, oh my lord.” Stern buries his face in the nearest pillow.

“Like I said” Barclay snaps one of the garters, Stern yelping in response, “need you spread wide for me. Now what do you need, babe?” He snaps the other, slowly thrusting as he does. 

“Need, need you to fuck me, Barclay please, need it so bad.”

“Want it hard, or something else?”

“As hard as you can.” He whines, rolling his hips in hopes of speeding things up. 

“Okay.”

“FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck.”

“You wanted hard, babe, so you’re getting it fucking hard.” Barclay growls as he rams into him, bed hitting the wall with enough force to chip to the paint. Stings ripple up his legs as the garters are snapped, his cock aches for attention, and he’s drooling onto the pillow. 

In other words, he’s in heaven.

Barclay digs his nails into Stern’s hips, “fuck, shit, like to say I’m gonna fuck you like this all night, babe, but I’m close already. Comes with fucking the nicest hole in town.”

“Don’t, not yet, please, fuck-” tears of pleasure well up, his brain and body awash with ecstasy at Barclay’s words, “feels so good, want to come.”

Barclay pats his head, “don’t worry pretty boy, you will. Now be good and take me while I cum.”

“Yes, yesyes, BarclayAHhnn, fuck, fuck.” He whacks his hand into the bed as Barclay’s hips jerk violently, “please.” 

A drawn-out grown as Barclay thrusts all the way in and stays there, fingers clenching and unclenching in Stern’s skin. Then one hand slides down, rubbing his cock as Barclay’s lips find his shoulders. 

“That’s it, so good, so good for me Joseph, fuck, love feeling you all wet and hard ‘cause of me, most flattering thing in the whole goddamn world. Mmmmm” he purrs, nuzzles Stern’s throat even as the smaller man desperately ruts into his palm, “fuck you’re amazing.”

Stern cums with a weak cry, collapsing onto the bed, muscles no longer interested in supporting him. A comforting weight leaves the bed, water runs in the bathroom, and Stern fights the urge to call Barclay back. 

It turns out he doesn’t have to. 

“You with me, Joseph?” Barclay rolls him over, running a washcloth over his sweaty forehead and neck.

“Yes. I, um, I, what, are we, gah it’s so hard to get my words out after sex like that.”

“Flattering.” Barclay smiles gently, kissing his cheek, “I guess, uh, what, what did that all mean to you? Were we just blowing off steam?”

“I...I don’t think so. Or it doesn’t feel like it was only that. What do you want from me, Barclay?”

“To be your friend. Or more, if you’d let me. Gotta say, I think part of the reason we kept fucking up that scene is that we do like each other lie that, but got off to such a bad start we don’t wanna admit it.”

“That about sums it up. I’ve wanted to tell you I’m sorry for awhile now but, well, pride has always been my chief sin.”

“Not lust?” Barclay bumps their noses together.

“If what we did was sinful, I’ll sin any day of the week.”

“Hate to say it, but my reason was kinda similar. I, uh, I’m always the one to apologize in life, I’m always trying to make things okay even when I’m still hurt and I just couldn’t do it this time. I didn’t want you thinking I was a pushover.”

“Mission accomplished. Lord, what duo we are.” Stern laughs. 

“Yeah. Do, uh, do you think we could try being a different kind of duo?”

“I would certainly like to try.” Stern kisses him tenderly, and the feeling of Barclay’s lips on his is so perfect, the way they fit in each other’s arms so snug that he wonders how he could have missed it for so many weeks. 

They talk in bed for hours, until Stern;s stomach rumbles and Barclay insists on making dinner. They fall asleep in bed, kissing lazily and lovingly until Barclay’s head flops into Stern’s chest. 

And in the morning, they nail their scene on the first take. 

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #meet ugly #movie star au #trans stern

[lgbtloudhouse]

The fall of Lgbtloudhouse. A Story based on real events. An au of reality.

Depression. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, for a certain young girl… at least not in their eyes… Celeste B was a normal fangirl. She would laugh and cry over things people called “for kids”.. Well, it was for kids! And she still was a kid, so she enjoyed the things she liked to do. Drawing, editing, watching The Loud House and obsessing over the characters. She loved the show and it was one of her favorite things to watch. She would make connections with them and pick out things about them that she would relate to. “Ok, come on, Luan is gay as hell and y'all know it.” She said to no one in particular, but just thinking out loud. She would just browse tumblr looking at some of her favorite blogs and the ones she makes friends with. They were one of the reasons she lift her head up and smiled. Until one day. Let’s just say to summarize it, she was mentally unstable and ill. She took meds for it, but she still had her moments. Her weaknesses. Her downfalls. It turned dark.

Celeste was scrolling through one day and came across something disturbing. People were calling her out. She looked closer, confused and worried. “Its just a drawing, get over it!” “Wow, I can’t believe some little kid is getting triggered over a simple drawing. Jump only drew an oc!” “Lmao damn sjw’s crying again kys”

“W-what.??” Celeste felt something hit her heart. Was this really happening? /oh.. well, it’s nothing. I’m pretty sure it’s just some trolls…/ But she’ll come soon to know that it was more than just trolls she was dealing with.

-some while later- Celeste was doing well. Drawing random lil things here and there. Going on tumblr was hard, but she still loved it. …..

“Oh.. oh my GOD!!!” Celeste put her hand over her mouth in fear. What is this… this… thing she’s looking at? “Did.. they… they… drew PORN of me???” She was shaking, trying not to cry. She needed to talk to someone about this.

Her friends. The safe squad.

She opened up her messages.

Lgbtloudhouse: Queenie! I.. I found something, it’s very very disturbing.. QB: what is it? *lgbtloudhouse sent a link* QB: oh my lord.. These trashies don’t know when yo stop. I can’t believe they’d stoop to such a low level. I’ll handle it. For now, block aval0nx and report it. Lgbtloudhouse: ok..

Celeste was sitting in her room, just trying to ignore everything. Why would someone so such a thing to a mentally ill teenager who only wanted some peace? She sighed, and went to bed.

-some days later-

Celeste had a huge headache. Dealing with internet creeps was not going well for her. She tried to ignore it, but each time she would make it feel bad about herself. She still couldn’t believe what happened. She just wanted a break, but she couldn’t.. She didn’t know why, or what was holding her back, but she knew it wasn’t good.

/time to see what’s going on again../ she thought.

“You are worse than cancer. You are incurable, never go away, and torments people for the rest of there life’s to the point where you want to kill yourself. I don’t think I need to explain why for both points.”

“Let’s see lgbtloudhouse use those insults later when she isn’t some snobby kid whos parents probably buy her everything she wants, she thinks the whole world has to bow to her just because she thinks we should. Lgbtloudhouse is just a spoiled brat. You can practically smell the friendlessness and bitch from that kid.”

“Lgbtloudhouse is a cunt.”

“She must be a real dumbass cunt if she thought she won. I will use the word strongly. Dumbass cunt.”

“Queenie is just using lgbtloudhouse. Like a tool. She doesnt care about her feelings”

“We may like fictional incest but for the love of God act better than lgbtloudhouse and safehouse!”

“New comic. Page 1/10. Chapter one: a "Celestial” being.“

/NO…/

/OH MY.. GOD…/

Celeste could not believe what she was seeing. Her mind felt like it was crumbling apart trying to stay stable.

/leave. I’m gonna leave./ she thought.

Upon finding more chaos.. she decided to take a break.

Until one day.

A fellow friend of hers decided to message her to inform her on what has happened. Something that she’d never seen before. Let’s call this guy, "Lines”. No shade or anything negative to Lines. But Celeste discovered something horrific that shook her to the core. He sent her some photos in warning to her.

“There’s something I found online.. and i think you need to see this..”

“Sure, what is it?”

*Lines sent a photo*

“Do the world a favor, and do the n— jig off the nearest tree.” One photo showed a Celeste glancing at a rope along with a Clyde dangling on a tree, dead, in the background. Sucide baiting. Something inside of Celeste broke. She couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Also…”

*Lines sent a photo*

This is when the worst happened.

Celeste. Her being violated, drawn pornography of her and Lincoln was showed on her phone. Uncensored. With Lynn and Lars, loud house canon genderbents, watching and getting off in the front.

Celeste dropped her phone. Her family was out. She began to shake. Cry. Scream. Tear at her skin. Sobbing and crying hysterically, couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to the kitchen. Threw open the drawer. Grabbed the biggest knife she could find.

She tearfully ran back into her room. She turned off the lights and closed her curtains.

But grabbed a pencil and some paper and began writing.

Dear family,

Let me just explain why you are in this unfortunate situation. As you know, I love the loud house and I began to go on a site called tumblr. I found many sweet and lovely friends on there. Let me just give out their names because I really want my beautiful friends to thrive through this horrible time. They are: queenbean03, fangirl20, brighteronthesunnyside, adh2d, vanillafrappelatte, transfairycosmo, loud-siblings-against-loudcest, thebigcrunchone9, asknightvaleandgravityfalls, underratedhero, phandomtrashnumerouno, spectrumbunny, skwhy, sourbetes, thecyancat, summeroverdrive, hadenohade, kirby-universe, doctorgalaxy101, wonderingaboutwander, lifeismarvelous, tamamajasper, animatedtrash4, Adrianacartoonfangirl, and many other beautiful souls and friends. I’m so sorry this happned. I was going through tumblr and I started to get bullied. First it was insults, then name calling, then death and suicide threats, then drawn porn of me. Tell Caleb (my brother, 6), Ariel (sis, 5), grandma, and the family and my friends that I love them. I love you guys so much, but I can’t take this anymore. Love, Celeste.

She raised the knife over herself. And.. *thump*.

“Celeste! We’re home!” Celeste’s mother Jennifer called out. They brought home cheese pizza, which they knew she loved. They also noticed that she hasn’t been coming out of her room lately and looked noticeably sad. They got some pizza to make her happy again.

“Hmmm. Why are all the lights off?”

Celeste’s dad, Rich, shrugged.

“Maybe she wanted some dark.”

“Yeah, but all of them?”

“Yeah that’s weird. Caleb, go wake up your sister.”

“Okay!!!” Caleb was Celeste’s little brother. He can be a handful, but he’s still her brother. He, like his sister, has autism, adhh, ocd, and is in general very hyper but still loving.

He ran to her door and opened it.

She was laying on the floor.

Caleb ran out to tell their mom.

“Mom, Celeste is sleeping on the floor!”

Jennifer laughed. “You’re so silly Caleb. I’ll go get her.”

She walked over to her door. And screamed.

Laying on the floor, was her daughter Celeste. Dead.

“What the???!?!

She looked closer.. and gasped.

A knife was in her head.

She then saw, this was self-inflicted. Suicide.

-month later-

It was a dark and depressing day in South Carolina. Raindrops covered the graveyard like grass covering land. Despite it being summer everyone felt a chill inside their hearts.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of daughter Celeste B. She was a wonderful spirit and lovely girl. But then the harsh pain of evil came over her in despair. May we all come together and this heavenly soul rest in peace. And may the world have peace in future cyberbullying to stop. And for acts of hate against this lady and other victims of cyberbullying to decrease quickly. Amen.”

It was a shame. Love will be found in all the right places. May we come together and figure out that what you say can have a impact on someone’s life. I am glad I never killed myself. I am strong but weak. Beautiful yet fragile. Loving yet fearless. Now what would you react if this actually happned and I did commit sucide? Love yourself and choose your ways carefully. Love eachother and find peace. I am strong for staying. Don’t give up for light or life. You are loved, my love.

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