#para: it's just (pain)t

[vanoincidence]

It's Just (Pain)t || Van & Thea

TIMING: late may. LOCATION: worm row. PARTIES: @notstinky & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van comes across thea walking home from work at the grit pit and offers her a ride. CONTENT WARNINGS: suicidal ideation (passive), unsanitary.

Even if Van wanted life to just stay still, it would continue to move around her. There were bills to pay (unfortunate) and meals to eat (delicious). There was pizza to make, too, even if that wasn’t necessarily her job. On the days she worked, she often came home smelling like marinara despite only touching the pizza when handing the paper plates or boxes to the customers. She was grateful for the distraction it brought, even if only a little comedic. It was better than remembering the way that Debbie’s body had made her trunk sink down. Instead, she could focus on the way her car smelled like a mixture of marinara sauce and air freshener. 

So she focused on that, instead of the way that her car felt a little too big with nobody else in it. Van was close to home now, but she immediately slammed on her brakes at the sight of somebody– Thea, covered in grime and what she was almost sure to be blood. It might not have been so noticeable if she hadn’t seen her in that exact state only a handful of days ago. She threw the car into park and nearly threw herself out of the driver’s seat. She should have kept driving. She should have pretended to not see. Maybe texted Thea later to check in, but there was a distinct ache in Van’s chest she couldn’t ignore. “What–” But the blood was dry, and there were no wounds. Instinctively, Van’s gaze swept over the wound that she knew to match her own, and she looked back up at her. “Why are you–” Maybe Thea was into theater. Maybe she’d been too lazy to wipe the stage makeup off. She had mentioned blood– limbs, too. Didn’t Thea say she worked as a janitor? Where the hell would somebody go home looking like that with the title of janitor? “Are you okay?”

— 

Thea had worked worse jobs, somehow the Grit Pit and its grime didn’t compare to Tim Horton’s and the entitlement of people buying mediocre coffee. Most of the time she was left alone to go about her business. Yes, the shifts were weird and yes her job wasn’t exactly legal but who was she to complain? Stable employment for someone who wasn’t legally allowed to be working in the country was fine enough for her and the less questions people asked, the better. No one wondered why blood didn’t make her queasy or the odd stray body part didn’t make her squirm. Yes, she came home bloody most days, smelling like cleaner and shit, but she was paid, she was happy, and after a nice shower, she would be normal. Thea lived her life in small desires; people that would text her back, a roof over her head and enough frozen dinners to last the month. Never mind that the flavor was nonexistent in the chicken marinara, that was still her favorite type. 

Sometimes, though, her nights featured an upset. One time, she got sprayed by a skunk. Another time, someone catcalled her, but in the literal why-is-someone-meowing-at-me sense. This time, a dark figure rushed towards her. Yes, Thea could see well in the dark–a trait she assumed to be shared by all normal humans–but if she chose to use her logic instead of panicking was another thing. “I have pepper spray!” she shouted; she did not. What she had was an aerosol can of easy spray deodorant that she hoped looked like pepper spray. “And I’m poor so don’t even bother mugging me!” As the figure halted, Thea took a second to survey the features. “Oh, hi Van!” She greeted her new friend (she hoped she wasn’t being presumptuous) with a bright smile, unbefitting of her the night or her sullied clothes. “What?” She followed Van’s gaze down at her blue jumpsuit. Oh. “Oh.” 

Thea was an average liar, she was either strangely skilled or terrible. All of it balanced out to just average. “It’s just paint!” She waved her hand in the air. “I was pairing! As I do! ‘Cause I’m a janitor?” Did janitors paint? Well, they did now. “Um, what are you doing here…?” She gestured to the dilapidated surroundings: the worn houses and cracked cement. “It’s not really safe to be walking around. Are you okay?” 

— 

Thea was hollering about pepper spray and Van braced herself for the sting that never came. Instead, she seemingly calmed down, recognition flitting over her features. Even if she was happy that Thea hadn’t peppersprayed her, she couldn’t say that she was happy to see the girl in the state she was in. It bothered her on more levels than one. 

Had Thea even realized what she looked like? Maybe. She smelled bad, which was unusual, even though she’d only met Thea once (it had been a several hour stint, take that u-haulers), but she hadn’t smelled terrible like she did now. Van tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but she wasn’t sure she was managing it all that well. “Paint that smells like…” Gunk? It wasn’t Van’s job to interrogate Thea. She had already mentioned cleaning up blood and limbs, and it still did not make sense to her. Maybe Van should have been scared, but Thea’s presence was comforting, despite the horrors she mirrored. 

“What? I live a couple of blocks over, remember?” Worm Row had always been home for as long as she could remember. She knew that her mom had wanted to find somewhere else, somewhere ‘safer’, but they never got the chance. Van chewed the inside of her cheek and pointed at her car which was idle behind her. “I drove. I don’t really walk… a lot. I board sometimes, but that’s it.” Her longboard was at home stuck in the closet. She couldn’t bear to look at it, because by doing so, it meant acknowledging there was normalcy, and she wouldn’t allow herself that. 

—

“Paint that smells like what?” Thea asked, offering an innocent tilt to her head and a soft barrage of blinking. Oh, she knew exactly what she smelt like. Blood had a strong, metallic odor and the innards she scraped into a bag didn’t exactly smell like flowers or febreeze either. “Sometimes paint smells funny! It’s, um, oil-based.” Thea realized as soon as Van didn’t press the issue that she probably didn’t need to add more to her lies but her curse of needing to over-explain got to her. All she could do was hope that Van didn’t know that oil-based paints did not smell like sour metal. Blood did, though, and as far as Thea knew, no one painted with the stuff. “Oh, board? Like skateboard?” Thea’s eyes lit up; the only sort of ‘boarding’ she knew how to do was snowboard and even then she face-planted more times than she actually slid down a hill. Skateboarding was always cool, according to Thea who was always envious of people that could do it. 

“Actually,” Thea admitted sheepishly, “I don’t remember much about the car ride. Um, I guess your house seemed like it was kind of in the same neighborhood as me but mostly I was just trying not to…” Breakdown. Again. The air felt thick all of a sudden, as if speaking of that day pulled a darkness over them. Thea swallowed thickly, struggling to figure out how air was supposed to work. She blinked. Van was here, staring at her. She was covered in blood. Her eyes drifted and noticed Van’s car parked at the side of the road, a ways down. Thea blinked again. 

“Were you...worried about me?” Thea stepped closer. “Van, that’s really sweet of you but, um, shouldn’t I be worried about you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or several. Also you smell like pizza—which isn’t bad! Pizza is a great smell! I mean, not that I’m smelling you.. it just, uh, we’re downwind right now. And um…” Thea trailed off, realizing she was probably talking too much.  

—

Thea said something about oil paints and Van’s brows creased. She didn’t think that was right either, but what if she was telling the truth? What if by interrogating her, Thea thought that she didn’t trust her? What if it made her upset, or made her decide to turn the other girls against her like in those horror movies where the most annoying one ended up dying? Instead of telling her that she smelled like the night Debbie died (only, less vulgar), she kept her mouth shut. She would rather believe Thea about the painting anyway, it made more sense than being covered in blood, even if she had already admitted to… dealing with it. She was grateful that Thea seemed interested in the topic of boarding and Van took a moment to respond before shaking her head. “No, I longboard. But I can skateboard, too, it just doesn’t feel as…” She tried to think of the word, but couldn’t come up with how it actually felt, so she offered, “smooth?” 

It was weird to consider Thea as a friend, especially after what had happened. Van wasn’t really sure if Thea considered her one, but she would like to think that the wound they shared wasn’t the only bond they had carried away from the death pit that night. Even if she wasn’t sure how to lean on the others, she knew that she would need them regardless of not wanting to. “Oh… yeah– um.” Van felt stupid. Of course nobody else was paying attention. Even driving home from the pit, Van had felt like she was on autopilot. “Sorry.” Van picked at the dry skin on her thumb with her index finger, not sure what else to do with the silence. 

“Um, dude, you’re covered in bloo– oil paint, and I didn’t know.” Van decided to lean into the fib, if not for her sake, then for Thea’s who looked like she might fall apart at any moment. Was this what she looked like to others, too? How come she’d been assigned the one to keep it together today? “So yeah, and I haven’t seen you since…” Van paused, choking down the admission of what they’d done, “the movie night.” That was easier. “Ghosts? What– um… I smell like pizza because I just got off work.” Of course Thea didn’t know she worked at Sly Slice, the conversation hadn’t ever come up. Van chewed her bottom lip, inhaling sharply only to regret it at the sour smell that was coming off of Thea. “Sorry if I freaked you out.” Was this Thea’s way of telling her to leave her alone? Her stomach sank. “You don’t drive? I can…” She looked at Thea, taking in her appearance. Despite the gore, she was still pretty. How she had managed that, Van wasn’t sure, but even if she wanted to focus on something other than the smell, it was a little hard. “I can drive you home?” 

—

Talking about longboarding and pizza seemed like a banal conversation, even to Thea, who was the self-proclaimed president of banal conversations. So Van could longboard, whatever the heck longboarding was. That was cool. And so Van worked at some pizza place; that was also cool. Despite how cool Thea found both of those things to be, nothing was cooler than the kindness being extended to her. She wasn’t sure if Van realized it, but she was pretty. And also pretty rad…which was a very lame thing to think, even to Thea, who was the self-proclaimed president of thinking lame things. Thankfully, Van could not read minds. “You’re the one that had to drive us. You took us into your home. Being covering bloo– oil paint is, like, nothing compared to that.” Thea bit down on her lip. “I just mean…you’re thoughtful, you really are. And sometimes thoughtful people forget to take care of themselves too.” 

Her gaze moved to Van’s car. “You’d do that?” She asked, as if Van might walk the invitation back at any moment. Normally she would decline to be polite, but this time she was convinced if she turned Van down they would both be stuck on the sidewalk locked in a perpetually awkward conversation about work and longboards and Thea would confess that pizza gave her gas and there was no saving a conversation when it entered into the topic of gas. “I can't afford a car,” she explained slowly. She also wasn’t entirely sure she could get insurance, affordable or not. “Do you want to be locked in a small area with me?” She laughed, tugging at her jumpsuit. “I’d take it off but I think I smell worse underneath; not all of us can be pizza scented.” She smiled. “Um, unless you prefer the smell of sweat, then I can take it off. Bloo– oil paint smells worse, I think.” 

—

Van blinked at Thea, then nodded. “Yeah, the oil paints.” She didn’t know if Thea was doing a bit now, or if they were replacing blood with oil paints. Probably the latter. Van liked that. It made the conversation easier to have, and it made Van think less about the way that Thea had dropped down to her side and cried into her hands over Debbie’s body being dumped into the pit. If Van could stop thinking about that moment, it’d be too soon. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She wanted to be a normal girl who worked at a stupid pizza shop who sometimes longboarded. That was what she wanted to tell people. People like Thea. The wound on her stomach protested the thought of normalcy, however, and Van involuntarily winced. “I… it’s nothing.” Van didn’t think she was thoughtful. She was actually pretty selfish. “I think that you’re thoughtful, too, for thinking that I’m thoughtful.” Because even if she wouldn’t admit it, it was what she needed to hear. 

“This was my mom’s old car.” Van paused, then cleared her throat again. Every time she did, the smell of sulfur and Thea filled her nostrils. At the comment about whether or not she wanted to be locked in a small space, Van shrugged. “I can open the windows.” It probably wouldn’t help with the way that the town was smelling, but the thought of letting Thea walk the rest of the way home made her nervous. Especially dressed like she was. “Sweat is okay, I don’t…” usually smell like sweat. Van didn’t do very many things that made her sweat at all. She detested working out, running, anything that could break a sweat. “But it’s okay.” She leaned around to try and get a look at Thea’s back. At least she wasn’t covered in oil paint there. “Come on.” Van smiled at her before retreating to her car. “Do you usually walk to work? Do you bike or anything?” 

—

Van was a mystery: she considered Nora to be a friend, Cass’s fanfiction made her very known to Thea, and then Ren was…. well, she was also a mystery but Thea felt like she understood her gist well enough. Van, however, remained unknown. She understood that the other woman was kind and there felt like an air of something about her—the way bad memories hung in the air. It might have been the shared murder experience, but Thea was inclined to believe that more mystery lived inside Van than guilt over Debbie. Perhaps it soothed her to pretend like Van’s guilt was something more so her own lack of guilt felt normal. Thea smiled. “Well, I’m not the one picking poor, tired girls up off the street and taking them home.” Her smile grew. “You’re nicer than you think.” 

Thea pulled at her bloody jumpsuit, thinking nothing of how much worse it was to be stripping in the neighborhood. She didn’t smell as horrible underneath, but ever since Nora had called her stinky, she remained vigilant of possible bad odor situations. “Oh, so the car’s like a hand-down?” Her first car had been a consolation gift from her mother’s new boyfriend, and she’d always felt so terrible about driving a newer car when her father’s was held together by tape and a prayer. She’d always left it in the driveway, taking her father’s instead and leaving him no choice but to use hers. One day the car was rear-ended and that was that, no new car to feel guilty about anymore. She shuffled into the passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt in place and offering Van a large, thankful smile. “I usually bike. I never thought I’d miss Toronto’s public transit; like yeah, it smells like piss and people get stabbed a lot but it works well! The last time I tried to take a Wicked’s Rest bus, it stopped by the woods and the bus driver left me alone for an hour.” She was also sure the new bus driver that had come out from the woods was a different person, but she didn’t want to sound silly in front of Van. 

“Um, do you like driving?” She asked, then pointed out. “A left here, please.” 

—

Van felt heat at the back of her neck at Thea’s comment. “That was like, super smooth, you do know that, right?” She let out a laugh of her own. It was a little strange, being in this moment with somebody who you had murdered somebody else with. They all shared a wound, and Van’s still throbbed at her navel. She wished it would have gone away, but it was for sure going to scar, and she hated that about it. But it would be a reminder of the crime they had all committed, and Van still wasn’t sure how to feel about not turning herself in. They had been attacked first, that was a fact. Van still wasn’t sure why it had happened in the first place, but she wanted to believe that it’d been some mistake. Killing Debbie, however, hadn’t been one. They would be the ones in the death pit if they hadn’t done something. Were five lives worth more than one? Van wasn’t so sure, but she knew that she hadn’t wanted anyone else to die in that moment, much less the one attacking them. 

Her mind drifted from the severity of their situation to the girl getting into her passenger seat. After she was buckled in herself, Van looked over at Thea with a fading smile. “People get stabbed here too, I guess. But it happens so often that it never makes the news.” Would Debbie make the news? She realized that it hit a little too close to home and she cleared her throat, following Thea’s verbal directions. “Do I like driving? I mean, I guess? It’s a good way to clear your head.” She slowed to a stop at a stop sign. “But I like riding my board more, mostly cause it’s better, you know? For clearing my head.” It was also the only exercise she ever willingly did, but that was besides the point. 

—

“Really?” Thea beamed, shoulders relaxing. No one ever called her smooth; she was decidedly the opposite. For a short moment, it struck her that her own casualness must have seemed odd; what sort of person laughed and smiled after murder? She wanted to explain that it wasn’t her first time, as if the admittance would have made anything better. Thea didn’t think about death, or how often it seemed to follow her. In hindsight, killing someone who was going to kill them seemed more moral than her usual fare of hikers and acquaintances. As she liked to see it most of the time, she was just a normal girl with a bit of an irregular problem. As soon as she got it sorted out, it would be liked she hadn’t murdered anyone ever at all! Right? “Do you like girls, Van?” She asked innocently, taken by a genuine curiosity. In an instant, her face reddened and her hand flew wildly into the air. “Um–  don’t mean– I'm not trying to flirt with you! I was just– I was asking!” She swallowed thickly. “Um, okay, just-forget-I-asked-oh-my-god-I’m-so-sorry.” The particles of confidence Van’s compliment had given her vanished quickly. 

“People get stabbed? Regularly?” Thea’s embarrassment vanished just as quick as it came, as well. That hadn’t been on any of the sites she’d seen, or the brochure. “I thought…” She trailed off. “This place seemed so normal. So, nice…that’s why I moved here…” she mumbled, thankful as Van went on about longboarding again. “I get what you mean. I used to love long drives—just empty roads and music. One day, you have to let me watch you ride on your board! Um, in a not creepy way. I mean, I guess by me saying that it sounds creepy now but uh…” Thea stopped herself again. “Turn right over there.”

—

Being bisexual was decidedly the only thing that Van was actually chill about. Despite her overly awkward nature, being kind of gay was a whole personality trait. She had half-expected to jump out of her skin at this kind of question, especially after the way her last relationship ended, but she gave Thea a nod, her own laughter ringing through the car as Thea reassured her that she wasn’t hitting on her. “Dude, have you seen women?” She gave the girl a brief glance. Even covered in blood, she was still pretty. Even with tears in her eyes at the top of the hill, she’d been pretty. Van felt monstrous, then and now, holding down everything she’d seen prior to Debbie’s death like a buoy of banishment. She didn’t deserve to sit next to Thea who had cried over Debbie. She deserved to be with Nora, who had stabbed Debbie through the head. 

She was pulled from her thoughts by Thea’s question and Van nodded. “People are stab happy, I think. But I was never allowed to have knives, so I never like, become a part of that or anything.” She wasn’t sure if there were really people going around to do it just because, or if that was the kind of crime Wicked’s Rest had. “It can be normal, if you ignore the stabbing.” And all the other weird things that happened, like melting walls and exploding glass. She would think that maybe black holes needed to be ignored, too, but Van hadn’t been in Wicked’s Rest when that happened. Prior to meeting Thea, Van didn’t know that anyone could be quite as awkward as her. Thea stumbled over her words like Van often would and she shook her head. “No, it’s not weird or creepy!” We already did something super weird and creepy together, so that’s the least of my worries! She swallowed the words and made the turn as Thea instructed. “I can teach you, too, if you ever want to?” Some semblance of normalcy; of being twenty somethings in a town built to destroy them. “Only if you want, though.” 

—

“I have seen women,” Thea squeaked from her spot, sunken into herself. As it always happened when she met someone who wasn’t exactly straight, Thea warmed with understanding but Van was different. It must have been the murder or the fact she had offered her car out to her not once but twice: she felt safe. Her gaze, once glued to the car mats, dared to flicker towards Van. Thea felt okay and over the rumble of Van’s car and the occasional streetlight that streaked by, she felt normal. She thought she could reach over the console and flick the music on and find Carly Rae Jepsen singing about boy problems or running away from California. She thought she could laugh, she thought she could tell Van that she thought she was pretty despite her pizza shift. She thought she could explain that Chinese chili oil over cheap cheese pizza was the best invention, and her jars of Lao Gan Ma stood as evidence to how much she liked it. She thought she might talk about how her dad peeled oranges for her; she thought she might ask about Van’s parents. 

In the end, nothing left her lips. They parted as if she had something of substance to say. Thea swallowed. One day, probably, she’d eat Van. Van would be camping or hiking or maybe she’d want to check in on a full moon and that'd be it— Van would have been the girl who offered rides and longboards and then she would have sat inside Thea’s stomach where she would churn and churn until she turned into shit. Literal shit. She’d be lucky if Thea plucked a hair or two out of her mouth. Maybe she’d keep them as a grim reminder. “Do you think…” she paused, watching the night sky and the stars. “…do you think anyone who hurts people is bad? If I hurt you…would you think I was a bad person?” Thea swallowed; what a stupid question. She hoped Van didn’t hear her. 

Van went on and the idea sounded so normal and good. Thea wanted it. “Yes,” she gasped, escaping from her trance. “Please, I’d love to learn.” She turned and smiled as Van as wide as she could, watching the way her arms tensed against the steering wheel; the way her fingers curled— so human of her. “I’d like that a lot, Van.” And she had nothing to give back to her. “The house is just down that street there.” 

—

Silence enveloped them and all Van could hear was Thea’s soft breathing and the hum of the car’s engine. She thought about the Thea she knew, and who she had been prior to arriving in Wicked’s Rest. What had her friends been like? Was she popular in school? Van hadn’t been. She’d been the opposite, actually. She lived with her headphones glued over her ears. That way, it was easier to tune everyone else out. That way, she could be herself and not have to worry about what other people were saying. Van half-wondered what kind of person Thea would have been in her life if she had been from Wicked’s Rest. If they would have been friends, or if they would have shared rides together once Van got her car. If Van would have taught her, and the rest of them how to longboard in the common. If Van would have slipped them slices of pizza after a shift while they went and caught a movie at the drive-in. Van wondered, very briefly, what kind of person Thea could have been to her had they not been forced to draw blood that night. Almost as if a reminder of Debbie, the slash at her stomach ached. 

Van rolled to a stop at another light and she looked over at Thea as the question rang through the air. She contemplated it for a moment. She didn’t think that Nora was a bad person for putting a knife through Debbie’s head, but that was because it was her or them. Van hadn’t wanted to die then, and she didn’t want to die now. Even if she thought she was a bad person, she didn’t know if she thought the others were. They were just girls trying to survive a tragedy, and wasn’t that always how it went? “I don’t think you’d want to hurt me.” She didn’t know Thea that well, and maybe deciding that while she was covered in blood– or maybe oil paints, Van still wanted to believe her, wasn’t the smartest thing, but Thea had been right there beside her the night Debbie died. “And if you did, it’d either be for a good reason, or you wouldn’t have meant it.” Because wasn’t that true for all of them? They had taken Debbie’s life out of necessity. It was her, or it was them. 

The house was at the end of the street and Thea was practically jumping out of her seat at the idea of longboarding together. Van felt a little distant, given her earlier question. It was a lot to question, and she realized that maybe there was some weight to it she didn’t want to focus on. Van instead smiled at Thea and pulled up to the driveway, twisting in her seat to get a good look at her new friend. “You should definitely shower.” This whole situation had been a little weird, but maybe that was something they could both agree on. “If you um… if you ever need a ride again, by the way, just call me? It probably isn’t great to be walking around Worm Row a ton.” She would know, she had lived here her whole life. “So just let me know?” 

—

Stars thousands upon thousands of miles away twinkled, bursting with fiery energy that Thea could never truly fathom except with numbers and scientific jargon. In the cosmos, Thea imagined that the world’s problems shrunk into atoms and molecules. What could be seen of Earth was the oceans, the atmosphere, the masses of land. No one would be able to see the way the red stoplight danced across the dashboard of Van’s car and lit up her face like a fire burning far beyond either of them— like their own star, hanging just above. They couldn’t hear the sound of Van’s voice against the hum of her car. They’d never know Thea had dug her short nails into the palms of her own hands, trying to keep herself steady. Her dream of being an astronaut was long gone; even if she could cure herself, going back to school and getting a PhD would be another uphill battle. Her dream of being a good person might still be in reach. 

Their world inside of Van’s car flashed to green and houses and lights streaked by again. Thea, whose gaze had been locked on Van, turned and stared at the street and then, the shitty house she was renting a room out of. “Sometimes… It’s not about wanting to do it. Sometimes there’s no reason at all. It just happens.” Van was a good person, Van was a nice person. Van offered rides and offered her house and offered to teach her how to longboard. Thea wanted to be like that. She squeezed her bundled coveralls. She should definitely shower. Thea turned to Van, forcing herself to smile lest their ride end on an awkward note. “I can handle myself but I do just happen to be in the market for a pretty girl to drive me around in her pizza-smelling car.” Thea reached for Van’s hand, squeezing gently; she would have offered a hug if she hadn’t just come from work. “Thank you, Van; you’re a good person.” She released her hand, slipping out of the car and walking up to the door of her house. 

With a glance back and a smile, she waved. From space, no one would be able to see the tears that had built up in Thea’s eyes. She hoped Van couldn’t either. 

#para: it's just (pain)t #para: thea #wickedswriting #suicidal ideation tw #unsanitary tw

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | part one

Summary: Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️

Part two

December 2025

"No, Pedro! No puedo calmarme, estas bromeando?" (No Pedro, I can't calm down, are you joking?) You were shouting at this point. "Estas bromeando?" You repeat.

"¡No! Joder, no estoy bromeando!" (No, Fuck, I'm not joking) his tone elevates as much as yours.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the tears wetting them.

"Cuatro putos años, Pedro." (Four fucking years, Pedro.) You shout again. "No me vengas a decir estupideces, anoche me hablabas de casarnos y hoy te dio por olvidar todo eso?" (Don't fuck with me, yesterday we were talking about marriage and today you forgot about all of that?) You couldn't believe his words. "Me estas jodiendo, dime por favor que me estas jodiendo" (you're joking, please tell me you're joking).

He stayed silent, time passing as you only waited for him to start laughing and tell you he was pranking you.

"Amor," you took his face in your hands. "Por favor no hagas esto, tu y yo podemos con todo, lo hemos hecho siempre, Pedro, por favor" (Please don't do this, you and I will get over everything, we've done it before).

You were begging him in denial of the situation.

"Pepi, por favor."

His eyes were fixed on something. He was trying as hard as possible not to look at you. He knew if he did everything he just told you, it was going to be taken back.

He press his hands on your wrists and slowly took your hands away from his face.

"Lo siento," he whisper "lo siento pero no puedo." (I'm sorry I can't).

He let go of you, not looking once at your. Took his jacket and keys and walked to the front door. "Por favor, ve a Portofino, no lo dejes ir por mi, no valgo la pena. Haz tu vida y déjame atrás." (Please go to Portofino, don't let that go because of me, I'm not worthy. Live your own life and leave me behind).

You saw his car getting away from your house.

The tears never stopped. Your body was now on the floor, crying louder than before, the pain I your chest was growing stronger by the minute.

January 2026

"Bueno niña, todo listo y ordenado. Amo la vista por cierto." (Okay, girl, everything is done and ready. I love this view, by the way). Your brother Paulo says he's the one helping you with the moving.

You got an offer to be part of this big company in Portofino.

"Venga, cambia la cara, todo estará bien, me tienes a mi acá y Elena prometió venir a verte cada dos semanas, estas bien" (c'mon, don't act like that, everything will be fine, you have me here and Elena will visit you every two weeks). He pat you in the back, forcing you into a hug.

You accept the forced hug but only for a moment, after that you shove your brother away from you.

"Debería estar feliz." You say walking to the couch. "Pero no puedo estar feliz, Paulo. No sin él." (I should be happy, but I can't Pualo, not without him).

Your eyes water, you have everything you wanted, a big start, the job of your dreams, everything but him.

"No llores, por favor no de nuevo." Paulo runs to your side, hugging you while you cry. "Venga, vamos a dar una vuelta y tomar algunas fotos." (Don't cry, please not again. C'mon, let's go out and about and get you some good photos).

He dried your tears and pulled you out of the couch. Grabbing your purse on the way out to his car, you took out your phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Elena, your best friend.

Paulo took you to a rental of motorcycles, knowing you loved driving one around everytime you visited him.

You two spend the rest of the day laughing and having all the fun you could. You appreciate your brother help. He knew you needed to move on at your own time. A four year relationship was not a thing you left behind in a day.

"Para, deja te tomó una foto para tu insta" he indicates you how to pose for the picture, taking several. (Stop right there. Let me take a photo for your insta).

"Basta, ya son, suficiente," you laugh, getting off the motorcycle. "Igual solo subiré una." (Enough, they're enough, I'll only post one).

You both cheeked the pictures, and he airdrop them to you.

"Subí la foto y pone algo como "amando los nuevos comienzos", no crees?" (Post it and caption it with something like "I love new beginnings).

You laugh but did it.

(Sorry if the picture doesn't adapt to your features. I just use it as inspo. Also this is not portofino but imagine it is, love you)

February 2026

"Elena, apúrate por favor." You say as you touch up your makeup. (Elena, hurry up, please).

You were going to be her +1 at this event in London, Elena was became an influencer way back in the day when you were eighteen, she started posting for fun and suddenly it became a full time job.

A good one, she was always invited to fashion shows, she even did modeling campaigns for big brands. You were happy and thankful because you could borrow some trendi clothes.

"Relax, bebé" she says, coming out of the bathroom. "Tenemos aún como una hora para llegar, bájale" (we have an hour to get there, relax).

"Elena, ya viste la hora?" You say, looking at her with lifted eyebrows. (Did you see the time?).

She looks at her phone, eyes opening as you laugh.

"Okay, vamos c'mon, vamos todos al show, vamos a la obra en una sola maniobra." she sings the Dora the Explorer song, and you only laugh at her.

You make your way to the venue. It was this big event for Dior. They're showing their new makeup line and invite different type of social media presence.

The event was amazing. The Dior team was amazing and made everyone feel welcome. They even gave you a little souvenir.

You left a little earlier because Elena was done for the day, not feeling like socializing with other people but not wanting to be rude.

"Te sientes bien? Estás algo pálida, " Elena says, looking at you carefully. "Queres agua?" (Are you okay? You look pale, do you want some water?).

You were feeling kind of dizzy, but you didn't want to ruin the day with that.

"Toy' bien," you say, drinking from the bottle she opened for you. "Maybe it's the day being too hot." (I'm fine, maybe it's because of the weather, it's too hot).

She only nodded, leaving the conversation for later.

The car ride was rough. You felt to hot, too dizzy and too uncomfortable. But didn't say a word.

As Elena's driver parked in front of the hotel, she was the first to go out. "Sabes que quiero, un carpaccio de salmón." (I want some salmon carpaccio).

She was paying attention to her phone and didn't notice how you were struggling to even hold yourself on the car door.

The last thing you remember was Elena shouting your name and feeling a harsh pain in your head.

Waking up to a painful white light and with a headache was not the ideal thing.

"Ay Paulo, esta despertando." You can hear Elena's voice. (She's waking up).

"Paulo?" Is all you can ask, barely opening your eyes due to the light.

Elena noticed this and turned the switch off.

"Ya esta, relájate." She pushed you back on the bed. "Te golpeaste la cabeza, me asustaste." (It's okay, relax. You hit your head, you scared me).

"Joder, no sé que pasó." Your head is still pounding. "Dónde estamos?" (Fuck, I don't know what happened. Where are we?).

"En el hospital, lista." She says with that obvious tone. "Me diste el susto de mi vida." (At the hospital, dingbat. You scare the shit out of me).

"Paulo, donde esta mi hermano?" You ask remembering about hearing his name. (Where's my brother?).

"En portofino, lo llamé porque el hospital por protocolo lo debe llamar al ser tu contacto de emergencia." (In Portofino, I called him because the hospital did it).

You slowly nodded. Your eyes are open now, but you are still feeling a deep pain.

"No entiendo que paso, estabas bien al salir del evento." Elena was playing the whole event and day with you, trying to find an answer for your pass out. "Tal vez se te bajo el azúcar, esta horrible el calor afuera." (I don't know what happened. You were fine at the event. Maybe your sugar went low. It's pretty hot outside.)

Lucky for you, a doctor walked into the room, making her stop.

"Hi ladies, how are we feeling."

"How do you think?" Elena says and points at you.

"Well, I think that apart from the head, which you don't have any contusion, everything seems fine."

"But, this is not fine." Elena talks again, making the doctor laugh.

"Relax, please." He patts her shoulder. "Her iron went low. It's completely normal, with the weather being hell hot, it's nothing to worry about, I promise."

She nods, smiling shyly.

"And even better news for you miss." He's not talking to you. "You're very healthy, it's good. Let me call a nurse to make sure your little one is also fine."

Your head snaps up very fast. "What did you just say?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's a routine thing, we have to make sure mommy and baby are both fine before letting you leave."

You felt like passing out again. "Mommy and baby? You must have the wrong room, I'm not expecting." You're sitting now, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your headache. "Elena, please tell him."

Elena is as shaken as you're. Being speechless was not a thing in her books, always having something to say at the right time.

"I" she tried but nothing is coming.

"Oh, okay. My bad, " the doctor began seeing your shock. "I didn't meant for you to find out like that, I'm sorry. I'll call the nurse and we can check."

"No!" You snapped. "You need to do another test or whatever I'm not pregnant, I can't be."

The air was reducing around you, feeling a pressure on your chest.

"Wow, no, ma'am, please, let's breathe slowly, I didn't mean for this, sorry." The poor doctor is now in alert mode.

"You, friend, please go out and call a nurse."

Elena does as she's told and goes out of the room.

"No, por favor," you're hyperventilating. "The tests are wrong. Run them again."

The doctor tries everything to calm you down, working a little bit.

Elena and a nurse enter the room. The woman has a machine with her.

"Venga, respira profundamente." Elena is calming you down now. The doctor focuses his attention on the machine.

"Can you open your dress for us, love?" The lovely nurse says. "Just a little on your tummy area will be fine."

Elena helps you with that. Thank goodness your dress was a corset type, and you could undone it upfront.

You calmed a little, the crying stopped, but your breathing still irregular.

"This is going to be cold, okay?" You nod at her words. "Okay, let's see here."

The gel was indeed cold, nothing too crazy for you to handle.

She's pressing the ultrasound thing on your stomach. Yours and Elena's eyes are fixed on the little screen.

"Here it is." She points. "Here's baby."

She's smiling, but you're not, mind blank.

"What about?" Elena starts, out of breath. "What about the heartbeat? Can we hear it?"

Pressing a button was enough for you to hear the little boom boom.

Your eyes water, you let yourself fall onto the hospital bed.

"Stop it." You cry. "Make it stop, please."

"Amiga" Elena tries but you're not having it.

"No, Elena! Stop it, please."

The nurse and doctor look at each other, and she cleans the gel off of you.

"Él tenía que estar aquí, conmigo." You can't stop your tears. "Yo no tendría porque estar sola, se suponia que ambos íbamos a enterarnos juntos, ambos íbamos a planear la sorpresa a los demás, ambos íbamos a hacerlo juntos" (He was supposed to be here with me, I'm not supposed to be here alone, we were supposed to find out together, we were going to plain the announcement, we were doing all of this together).

Elena's eyes are teary. She knows what you mean. She knows your pain.

"Me quiero ir, sácame de acá" (I want to go, take me out of here).

"Can we go?" Elena ask the nurse, who's at this point kind of scared to even talk.

The doctor gives her some indications for you to follow as well as a recipe for prenatal vitamins. Indicating her how to take them.

They both left, saying goodbye to you.

After calming down a little, still very shaken with the news.

Elena helps you as you make your way out of the hospital.

The silence was uncomfortable. You didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to trigger your cries again.

The only thing in your mind is him and all the what ifs.

"Vas a decirle?" Elena broke the silence. (You're telling him?).

You didn't even know your next step, afraid of everything. You only responded by moving your shoulders.

"Sabes que estoy aquí para ti, verdad?" (You know I'm here for you, right?).

You only nod. Just wishing you could wake up for this nightmare.

Lucky you, the driver pull up to the hotel. You exit the car as fast as possible, ignoring Elena calling your name.

You run to the elevator, not waiting for her, just wanting to dissappear on your room. Thankfully, you and Elena had separate rooms.

You slammed the door as you entered, throwing yourself in bed.

After a good hour or so without moving, just existing in bed, you grabbed your phone. Making the mistake of opening Twitter.

You stared at the screen, feeling empty.

Two months.

In two months he replaced you.

After all the "you're irreplaceable."

After four years.

"Okay."

August 2026

"Venga, que parece que cada que te veo estas más grande." Paulo and you are sitting on his couch, his hand on your belly. (C'mon, it looks like every time I see you, you're bigger).

"Paulo," you laugh. "Eso es porque cada vez va creciendo más. Duh." (That's because it's growing constantly).

He laughs as well.

Paulo got so excited when you told him the news.

He loves kids. He's the type of guy who you'll fall in love with just looking at him with a kid.

"El big boy esta cada vez más grande, eso me encanta." (Big boy is getting bigger by the day, I love it.)

"Big boy," you repeat, laughing. "Mami dice que no le gusta que le digas así." (Mom said she doesn't like it when you call him like that).

"A mi me gusta decirle así." (I like calling him that). You caress your belly. "Big boy."

You were thankful for all the support your family gives you.

They didn't judge you or repremend you when you told them the news. Your parents were excited, taking the first flight to Portofino, your brother cried, he was happy to be an uncle.

They even supported your decision of not telling Pedro about the pregnancy.

After the picture of him and that girl, you decided that if he had already moved on with his life, that was okay, but you were moving too, without him.

You blocked all the people from Tenerife and cut ties with all his friends from Barcelona. You even blocked his family from everything. Your brother did the same in support.

Your parents weren't posting or mentioning anything about your baby, not wanting to mention something to the wrong person, and have Pedro and his family find out.

"Te gusta esta foto?" Me la tomé el otro día y Elena quiere que la suba." (Do you like this picture? I took it the other day, and Elena is nagging me to post it). You showed him the picture.

He nods and motivate you to post it too.

So you did.

"Harás una sesión de fotos como mamá te sugirió?" (Are you doing a maternity photoshoot like mom asked you to?)

"No sé, creo que si." (I don't know, I think so).

August 2026

"Dame una sonrisa, mami." The photographer says.

Elena, your mom and you were at Mike Peralta, a big photographer. You mom wanted the best of the best for your maternity shoot.

After a while, you're done with the photos, kind of tired. Being seven months pregnant was making you tired all day.

"Oh mi amor, estas fotos están preciosas," your mom says as Mike shows her the photos. (Oh baby, this pictures are adorable).

You change into the clothes you bring.

Elena, as well as your mother, loved your photos.

"Hola a todos." (Hello, everyone).

A very happy and excited Paulo enters the room with different drinks.

"Un chai latte para Lena, una americano para mamá, un té sin azúcar para Mike, un frappe caramelo para mi y un frappe matcha para ti y para mi big boy." (A chai latte for Lena, a Black Americano for mamá, a tea without sugar for Mike, a Caramel Frappe for me and a matcha frappe for you and big boy). He says, giving each person their drink.

When he gets to you, he kisses your belly as he hands you the drink.

"Paulo, amor mío, ven a ver las fotos." (Paulo, my love, come see the pictures). Your mom dragged him to the computer.

After your mom paid, not letting you do it, you all went back to the house you have in Portugal.

You were thankful for all the opportunities your parents gave you. They worked really hard for you and Paulo to have a nice future.

Something that always made you laugh was that Pedro's fan girls used to say you were a gold digger. Even when you grew up with more money than him.

Having that stability helped you get away from him. Not having to get back to Tenerife to do all the things you were doing.

September 2026

"No puedo creer que este año tenga que ir sola a celebrar mi cumpleaños" (I can't believe that this year I have to celebrate my birthday alone). Elena says, after her birthday dinner, you were in Manchester, she wanted to celebrate there.

You were sad too, it was the first time in all your friendship you didn't celebrate together.

"Tomemos una foto, antes de que te vayas." (Let's take a picture before you leave).

"Estoy bien hinchada, le haces photoshop." (I'm so bloated, photoshop it).

You laugh extra hard.

"Lena, créeme que la única barriga que van a ver es la mía." (The only belly people will see is mine, trust me).

"Okay." She giggle as pose with you in front of the mirror.

Elena left for her party.

She was going to a new club that her boyfriend owned.

She loved parties, and her boyfriend had the perfect places for her to party.

As the night went, she wanted to take some pictures with her whole group. But before anything, she was going to retouch her makeup.

Making her way to the bathroom, she hit someone. Making that person throw the drink in their hand.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." She turned at one table stealing their napkins.

"Elena?"

Her eyes found that person eyes.

"Pedro."

#football angst #football drabble #football fanfic #football smut #football x you #football #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri smut #pedri x reader #pedri #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri x gavi #fc barca #pedri barça #barca #fc barcelona

[rosssesposts]

Arguments…with a twist?

Ight so this finna be a pain in the ass cause I’m finna have to switch from the Spanish translator to this cause ion speak the damn language so y’all work with me 😭 also this is a make of my last post in case y’all dunno where this came from 👍🏽

POV: You and Miguel having an argument infront of Miles and you both forget he speaks Spanish to(hope this not trash man imma cry 😭)

Warning: cursing, lots of dirty talk in the mix,implied smut but not too much,fluff after argument, reader being a brat(🌚)

“¡Maldito Miguel! ¿Por qué tienes que ser tan terco?”( Damnit Miguel! Why do you have to be so stubborn!) Y/n shouted at Miguel. Miguel had been on Y/n’s ass all week about her being careless on missions and doing risky stuff. He cared too much for her to let her keep doing stuff like this. So he put his foot down and told her she wasn’t allowed on missions anymore. “Cariño, amor de mi vida, por favor entiende, estás poniendo demasiado en riesgo tu vida para mi gusto y ya no la tendré más.”(Sweetheart, Love of my life, please understand, you are putting your life at risk too much for my liking and I wont have it anymore.)

Miguel had tried to reason with her so many times and has been so soft spoken with her, trying not to outburst at her in any way possible. He needed her to understand how much she meant to him. “Mi amor, te aseguro que estoy bien y puedo cuidarme solo, te preocupas demasiado. Sabes que puedo cuidar de mí mismo.”(My love I assure you, I am fine and can take care of myself you worry too much. You know I can take care of myself.) Y/n understand Miguel’s concerns, but you were more than capable of handling yourself and you knew that HE knew that. You saw the scowl on Miguel’s face starting to form but slowly go down as he was trying not to snap at you. “T/n, por última vez, no más misiones y eso es definitivo, ahora deja de discutir conmigo.” (Y/n, for the last time, no more missions and that is final, now stop arguing with me.) Miguel said sternly sick of the debating with you, looking at you with a serious face. You sat there with a mad expression on your face about to lash out at him but you take a deep breathe and relax.

“Eres un maldito bruto, Miguel. ¡Por qué tienes que ser tan idiota!(You are suching a fucking brute, Miguel. Why must you be such a asshole!) And that was it. The tip of the iceberg. Miguel’s eyes flashed red and pinned you to the wall in the blink of an eye. You gasped in fear and looked up to Miguel seeing his eyes glowing a bloody red in anger. You sat there waiting for him to yell at you or say anything at that. “Pequeña puta malcriada”(You bratty little whore) He spat at you with anger and a bit of lust in his voice. Your eyes widen and breathe hitched and started to get a bit scared. “todo lo que trato de hacer es proteger a mi dulce T/n y ¿qué obtengo a cambio, eh? Ella comienza a actuar como la pequeña puta malcriada que es...”(all i try to do is protect my sweet Y/n and what do i get in return, huh? She starts acting like the bratty little cock whore she is...) Miguel spoke out breathing out with Y/n still pinned. You sat there flustered, not knowing what to do or say. You stood there between your lover and the wall embarrassed and shamed. “Tal vez, debería darle lo que quiere, ¿eh? Que la engañen y la follen como la pequeña mocosa que es para poder recordar a quién pertenece, hm, ¿no te gustaría ese amor?”(Maybe, I should give her what she wants hm? To be dicked down and fucked out like the little brat she is so she can remeber who she belongs to, hm? Wouldnt you like that sweetheart?) Miguel spoke looking down at you. You just tilted your head down embarrassed not knowing what to do. Miguel grabbed you face making you look at him, his eyes no longer red. He looked at your face red and flushed and he….chuckled. You had a confused look on your face. “Awww amor, ¿dónde está todo ese ladrido que tenías? No sabía que solo se necesitaba eso para hacerte desmoronarte, cariño.” (Awww love, wheres all that bark you had? Didn’t know it only took that to make you crumble sweetheart.) Miguel chuckles in your face, while you look at him with a pouty red face. “Listen mi vida(my life), I know I’m hard on you, but I love you, you know that.” Miguel says moving his hand to your cheek. “And if something were to happen to you, I…” He starts to tear up. You grab his hand on your cheek and squeeze it looking up at him, “shhh amor, está bien. estás atrapado conmigo, te guste o no. Y siento que soy descuidado en nuestras salidas. Prometo tener más cuidado, o me quedaré aquí como dijiste hasta que sientas que estoy listo...”(shhh amor, its ok. your stuck with me whether you like it or not, and im sorry that im careless on our outings. I promise to be more careful, or ill just stay here like you said til you feel like im ready...)

Miguel looks at you with teary eyes and smiles. He leans in and kisses you on the forehead and leans his against yours. “Amor(Love),if you can promise me you will be more careful….” He pleaded. You smile softly. “I promise cariño(Dear)…I love you.” Y/n softly speaks. “I love you to, Y/n”

(Meanwhile with Miles sitting there):

#atsv fic #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv smut #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miles molares #atsv miles #astv fanfic #atsv x you #atsv spiderman

[alterpacks]

Hello mod Dadza. I am 99.99% sure you'll know who I am despite the anon. Coughs. be so niceys fathercrow. </3

Could I get an alter pack for an alter (or alters the more the merrier actually-) to handle severe stress and homelessness? I'd prefer them to be sourced from Hermitcraft, Life Series, or Empires SMP! I need a soother or someone to just. do the thing. (The thing being leaving a severely abusive situation. Conditioning is one helll of a drug.) I know this is a bit heavy, and for that I am sorry. My brain/system is currently shut down and I need ideas, ykno? . . . Erm. Thank you in advance.

Hello dear, I’m here to help. I’m so sorry. I’ll cook up a few for you! I only know a very few characters from Empires so I will try my best

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Gen, Gemini, G

⤹ Pronouns: she/fawn/pink

⤹ Age: transage oty 8 y/o (chrono 22)

⤹ System Role: traumaholder

⤹ TransIDs: transage, transaesthetic, transspecies, transwoman, transtraumatized, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Gem is bubbly and happy, she loves the outdoors and animals! Her favorite animal is the deer, which she is part deer. She is shy and soft spoken, but loves loves loves playing dress up!

⤹ Aesthetic: cottagecore, lolitacore

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🐾 + aam

⤹ Interests: the outdoors, making flower crowns, architecture, cherry blossom trees

This Gem is a mix of hermitcraft 9 and Secret Life!

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Grian, Gri, Avian

⤹ Pronouns: He/It/Eye

⤹ Age: transimmortal, ageless

⤹ System Role: aggressor, chronic pain holder

⤹ TransIDs: transwatcher, transchronicpain, transmasc, transconsag, transweedsmoker

⤹ Personality: Grian keeps to himself most of the time, but when it comes to his family he likes to hang out with them most. He gets attached to others easily so to him it’s easiest just to sit back, smoke a little weed, and shut people out

⤹ Aesthetic: dark academia

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🗺️ + in€e$t + 🐾

⤹ Interests: birds, architecture, music, the moon

This Grian is non source specific, with memories from everything ranging from EVO -> YHS -> Hermitcraft -> the life series

(Optional) Grian is in a consag relationship with Jimmy

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Jimmy, Tim, Solidarity, Timmy, Jim

⤹ Pronouns: he/him

⤹ Age: 15 (transage oty chrono 27)

⤹ System Role: pessimist, shock absorber

⤹ TransIDs: transautistic, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Jimmy is loud and doesn’t really understand the concept of indoor voices, or manners. He struggles to communicate freely sometimes, and often needs Grian to help him. He is very excitable and tends to get into trouble easily

⤹ Aesthetic: chaotic acidemia, goblincore

⤹ Paras if applicable: aam + in€e$t

⤹ Interests: coal mines, shiny things, gold in general, the science of birds

Jimmy is a canary, and is related to Grian (either as a brother or a cousin, up to you) and his source is the life series.

(Optional) Jimmy is in a consag relationship with Grian.

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Xornoth, Xorny, Xor

⤹ Pronouns: it/its

⤹ Age: ♾️

⤹ System Role: antagonizer, anger holder, persecutor

⤹ TransIDs: transharmful, transprogrammer, transantagonizer, transcultist, transNPD

⤹ Personality: Xornoth is rude and a shut out. It hates when people try and talk to it or reason with it. It finds comfort in being alone with animals, and it enjoys being a harmful person. It believes the world should revolve around it, and no one else.

⤹ Aesthetic: demoncore

⤹ Interests: witchcraft, hell (as in the rings, the beings, etc), and it particularly likes books

Xornoth is a demon, and is siblings with Scott. Its source is empires SMP

#build your own alter #pro rq 🌈🍓 #rq #rq community #rq interact #rq please interact #rq 🌈🍓 #rqc🌈🍓 #alter packs #make your alter #build an alter #alter packs for you #make an alter #build your own headmate #build a headmate #build a head mate #endo safe #pro endo #endogenic

[wingedeaglehottub]

BSD Abilities Ideas

I watched the anime the last few days and I liked the concept of Skills so I decided to show some that I thought of

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Name:"I heard a rumor"

Description:Totally inspired by Allison from TUA (I think her skill is so impressive, besides being from the series)

Application: Basically mind control, making anyone bend to your will to the point that if the target has a weak mind they would become your slave,

Limitações: é necessária grande concentração para utilizá-lo, que varia de acordo com a resistência e força mental do alvo, além do fato de que para ativá-lo seria necessário dizer a frase "Ouvi um boato"

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Name:"Pay in the same currency"

Description: Based on the concept of Karma. Karma means action and refers to the infinite cycle of cause and effect generated by the attitudes, thoughts, speech and behaviors of each individual. Every action performed by a living being has an effect on his life, whether in the near future or the next life. In this sense, just as karma and expression mean returning something with the same intensity,

Application: I thought the user would have three ways to apply it. what is being subdivided:

1 - and more offensive would be the ability to accelerate the occurrence of "bad" Karma, I don't know if it makes sense but it would be a kind of inspiration in the ghost knight's look of penance, in which when looking into someone's eyes, the user of the ability is capable of returning all the pain, whether physical or emotional, that this person caused to another at once, but depending on how good the user is he will be able to donate the "amount" of pain returned, varying between making his opponent faint, entering in a coma or die with your karma

Limitations: the person who is hit by this power must be aware that they have already hurt and hurt someone in some way (since some pain we cause to others is not intentional or perceived) in addition to the need for eye contact,

2 - this would be how we see "normal" Karma, as a force that at some point will return all the harm that someone has caused to another in some way, in this sense, the user is able to cast karma on someone, but not directly, but it would time to act, but it would still happen and negatively affect the target in some way, and also depending on the user's level, he could choose which person's karma to “throw”,

Limitations: the karma launched also depends on the level of the opponent's action and how much it affected someone, how it would be returned in the same intensity, and that you can only launch a single karma at a time, and as said before, if the user is not so skilled, the karma released would be random and he doesn't choose when the karma will happen, (I feel like I'm doing this too op)

3 - would be "good" karma, in which the user would be able to apply good karma to someone, giving them "rewards" or luck for their good deeds also based on the level of happiness brought to someone,

Limitação: não funciona se o ato praticado não for realizado de forma voluntária, e assim como o “normal” não se sabe como ou quando será aplicado.

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Name: "Stock"

Description: based on the butterfly effect known through Chaos Theory, which states that a small and insignificant action in the present can cause catastrophes in the future,

Applications: the user of this ability is able to “accumulate” small actions that he performs daily and “condense” them, in a specific way according to the user's wishes, who can also know which actions to apply when creating the butterfly so that the purpose for which it was created is successful, so after the little butterfly receives an order from the user and is released, as soon as this occurs, the butterfly causes a series of events based on the amount of accumulated actions and what they were, and which will ultimately result in the order given to you.

Limitação: como falei, o usuário consegue saber quais ações são necessárias para desencadear os eventos causados ​​​​pela borboleta que permitirão o sucesso, porém ele não conseguiria saber as consequências externas que essas ações irão causar, podendo também levar um determinado tempo para que o objetivo seja alcançado.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #BSD

[knightinink]

Do you have any reccomendations for Dip/Pip fics??

OH BOY DO I!!! Let me give you some that I just love!!!

Ao3

Stairway-“Damien was sick and tired of being treated like dirt by his father. He decided it was high time to hop on the bus and head out of town. Sadly, he missed the bus the first night, but it did lead him to a chance encounter with a pretty blonde who seemed to be having the same troubles and an unlikely friendship was formed. DamienPip romance or friendship. Implied abuse.”

Accidental-“The first thing Pip noticed when he opened his eyes was a sense of numbness. The second thing he noticed was the pile of flesh and bones smashed into the concrete. Oh.”

The Fault in our Battle Against Climate Change-“Damien Thorn watches his father lose to ManBearPig.”

Sincerely, Pip-“Damien really has nothing to do, so when he gets a letter Invitation from a familiar blonde haired boy, who is he to refuse? Better than being in hell anyway. And who would've though so.ething as small as olives would of gotten them together?”

Spectacular-“Phillip and Damien cuddle.”

Tears of a demon-“Damien and Pip are having a sleepover at pips and Damien can't help but feel an emotion he isn't used to: sadness. Though, he doesn't know that, so he tries to ask and it doesn't go well.”

A Stone a Day Keeps the Pond at Bay-“"Can I kiss you?” The words were sudden, completely unexpected, especially from Pip.”

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known-“Damien is totally fine by himself, on his own, no friends or anyone required. He figures it'll be like that forever. Until Pip shows up, his halo broken and looking for help.”

A little too much comforting-“Basically Pip carried and comforted his child too much and Lucas became too attached and managed to cry his way into sharing the big bed with his dad's.”

Wings-“Life in hell is difficult, especially when you're Satan's son, but Pip was always there to hear Damien complain, curse at everything and everyone around him, as well as heaven and earth as they shared a cup of tea. Pip did so much for him, more than he could ever imagine. Even without wings, Pip was a true angel. At least for Damien.

Camelias-“𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ▎damien regalaba ramos de camelias a philip, para demostrarle que sin importar la diferencia de clases sociales, su amor sería eterno y puro.”

Eisoptrophobia-“While on vacation in the mountains, Damien finds a tourist attraction he really wants to visit, but Pip is hesitant to go, puzzling the antichrist.”

Power Outage-“Pip and Damien are in the middle of a sleepover when suddenly the lights go out. Damien's isn't bothered too much by it, but Pip is another story.”

Growing Pains-“Damien’s horns and wings are starting to grow in, but he’s got extremely painful headaches and backaches and his dad’s excitement about it isn’t helping. Pip immediately notices the shift in demeanor of his friend and is quick to aid him through the process, even if Pip is unfamiliar with the situation.”

Shelter In The Forge-“It’s storming in a small England town one night and poor Pip can’t get to sleep because he’s afraid of it. Thankfully, Joe knows just to to comfort the boy, and they take shelter in the forge together until Pip falls asleep.”

Love Letters-“Pip has a secret admirer.”

Summon Me and I’ll Come Running-“Damien grants Pip a magic power and Pip doesn't abuse it, because he's the only good person in South Park.”

Stay with me and I’ll stop the hurt-“Pip renounces his position in Heaven to be with Damien, also renouncing his one chance to finally meet his parents and reunite with them, because he's a selfish human being.”

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Need A Little Cheering Dip-“Damien comes home to find a crying Pip.”

Dip oneshots-“Damien and Pip, Dip galore, ranging from fluffy and cute to...not. T for South Park and yaoi. Fluff,angst, and randomness ahead!”

Name-“Damien hadn't anticipated that he'd have to be a shoulder to cry on. First and foremost, he had not a clue what he could say that might serve as a form of comfort. But comfort, it seems, can sometimes come from the most seemingly insignificant things.”

Graceful-“Even as married adults, Damien is always enchanted by every little bit of grace that Pip exudes. Every ounce of grace, intertwined with every action Pip takes, still manages to positively enchant him.”

Anthology of DIP-“A series of prompt short-stories involving he pairing of Damien and Pip”

The Red String-“What happens when a blonde is born without a string, especially in a world where almost everyone has one? What happens when a fateful encounter happens? Phillip longed to have a string, but maybe it wasn't meant to be.”

Hot Chocolate-“Pip is working in an empty café when a dark-looking customer comes in for a drink.”

Dear Santa-“Christmas isn't usually the best time of year when you're the son of Satan... (Festive Dip one-shot!)”

A Purrfect Christmas-“'Twas the night before Christmas, and there Pip Pirrup sat, eyes full of glistening sorrow, talking to a red-eyed cat. Meow. (Festive ONE-SHOT)”

Like Father, Like Son-“Luca Thorn-Pirrup and his father Damien like to torment Pip sometimes.”

Just for you-“damien finds a crying pip on his bedroom and tries to cheer him up.”

A Home Away from Home-“While getting ready to leave South Park forever, Pip looks back fondly on the small mountain town.”

How The Stars Came To Be-“It is not a tale of war, or of lovers, ill-fated or otherwise. Be it a tale of the stars, and how they came into the heavens above. Their origin be not from thy heart, or thy soul, but from the eyes of two younglings, an angel and a demon.”

20 Questions-“Damien and Pip ask 20 questions.”

Angel and Demon-“Damien is telling a bedtime story to his two kids”

Phoenix Wings-“How does one run from something that is everywhere at once? There is nothing safe to them, except the security of their arms.”

It’s Just A Nightmare-“Pip has a nightmare while sleeping at Damien's house.”

Unconventional-“Their romance was hardly picture-perfect, but it made them happy.”

Fancy Hand Sandwiches and Sunsets-“They sealed it with a kiss.”

#I hope this is enough 🤣🤣🤣 #I love them so much so I have a ton I’d recommend #you’re asking me about my theories??? I’ve been waiting YEARS for someone to ask me about my theories!!! #💛🖤😇😈 #pip pirrup #damien thorn #sp dip #pip x damien #south park #my askbox

[zafirosreverie]

Beast within (Elinor x Reader)

Para la ricitos de chupirul

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She knew she shouldn't be here. As queen, she had duties to attend to, decisions to make, and a kingdom to protect. As a mother, she had children to care for, manners to teach, and loving scolding to give. But as someone who was cursed into a bear, there were other pressing matters.

She really wasn't sure when it had started, she only knew that one day it had awakened in her an insatiable need to go to the forest, to be alone with nature, to come into contact with the bear that now lived inside her, and who begged for an air of freedom from time to time.

So, there she was, alone in the middle of the forest, with her hair loose, her dress up to her knees, her feet in the cold water of the river, and breaking all the rules that her past self had decreed. She felt good, she felt free.

The bear was also calm. The ghost of anger she had felt that morning that had triggered her swift departure from her castle had long since vanished. Now there was just a strange calm in her as if the bear was waiting for something, something it wanted, that it needed, and that it knew they would have.

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You gasped for air as you forced yourself to keep going, despite the enormous pain in your head and feet, you couldn't stop. You had to get to the river before the beast in you could fully take control.

You hated it. You hated with all your being this "gift" that seemed more like a curse. You didn't care what kind of favor the forest spirits had done for your parents, they had no right to take your life like that.

Turning into a beast whenever your emotions were too strong (even if you weren't angry, it also happened when you got too emotional) was meant to be a gift to your family, a way to protect yourself and yours, but instead t, you had only hurt everyone around you.

The images went through your head every time you closed your eyes. Your bloody mother, with half of her arm torn off because of you, your furious father, and your terrified brother. You fled from there as soon as you regained control of your body and you never heard from your family again.

You had no way of knowing if they had tried to find you, if they had forgiven you or if they were relieved that you were gone, but it didn't matter, either way, you knew you would never see them again. It was what you deserved.

At least you had been granted a little respite. The water calmed you down, so you had an escape from the beast as long as you made it to the river in time.

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The bear felt it long before she did. Her stomach clenched nervously and her chest tightened a little. The breaking branches sounded a few feet ahead of her, across the river, and for a moment she felt she was in danger. But then...then she saw you.

You stumbled clumsily through the trees, not even looking around you. Just a few steps from the shore, you fell flat on your face, bringing the queen to her feet immediately, gasping with concern. However, you didn't even seem to notice her, you just kept crawling into the water, looking desperate.

Elinor felt the bear growling inside her, it took her a moment to realize that it wasn't growling at you, but at herself. It was almost as if it was berating her for not going to your immediate aid.

You sighed in relief the moment your hand touched the water, you could feel the pain of the transformation starting to fade, but it wasn't enough. Every move hurt you more and more, but you couldn't stop until you were completely submerged.

The queen hurried to your side, while the bear grew increasingly impatient. She didn't know what you were trying to do, but you were going to drown if you kept dragging yourself into the water like that.

"Wait" she said, holding you by the armpits.

You moaned in pain as you felt a strange contact in your body. The beast always left you sore before and after transforming, anything that brushed against your skin, including the light fabric of your dress, hurt you.

"My dear, wait, let me help you" the queen tried to reason with you

You just shook your head and kept struggling with the woman who was trying to get you away from the river. You didn't know who she was, your brain was too foggy to recognize anything, but you didn't want to hurt anyone and if she didn't let go, her blood would be next on your hands.

"W-water" you gasped, still trying to get out of her grip "B-beast...w-water...h-hurts"

Your babbling didn't make sense to the older woman, so she kept trying to get you away from the water. However, the bear must have felt the change in you and a horrible feeling washed over her by the time you managed to push her away from you.

Elinor could only watch as you dropped into the water and her blood froze when she saw your eyes: they were black, lifeless. At that moment, she could feel for the first time since she became a bear that both she and the animal were in agreement on something. They were both completely terrified. And yet...completely mesmerized by you.

#reader insert #x reader #Queen Elinor #queen elinor x reader #elinor x reader #queen elinor imagine #queen elinor preference #brave #brave x reader #brave imagine

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⸻ MIXED SIGNALS | filo/tagalog & eng kazuha smau

SPECIAL SIGNAL FOUND [1]: Gabi ng Lambing

WC english 726 / + tagalog 1k + sns | TW mentions of ghosts, horror movies, pennywise, the movie It, lmk if there's more

"TANG INA, KAZUHA. PWEDE KA BA PUMUNTA SA DORM NAMIN?! (KAZUHA, COULD YOU PLEASE COME OVER?!)"

Your voice from the other line almost ripped and bled Kazuha's ears, his eardrums ringing in pain and for his whole nervous system to activate. Instead of joking about your possible situation right now to relieve the pain, he was more worried about you.

"Y…Y/N? May problema ba? (Y...Y/N? Is something the matter?)" His drowsiness was evident in the sound of his voice. "It's 2 in the morning," he added, turning around to the other side of his bed.

"BASTA, PUNTAHAN MO NA AKO. SIGE NA, PLEASE? (JUST COME OVER, PLEASE? PLEASE!)" You begged, desperate for someone to come over and give you some sense of comfort.

Kazuha got up from bed and grabbed one of his hoodies, "Kalma lang, Y/N. Ano ba yung problema? Sabihin mo sa 'kin para makapag-handa ako kung ano man 'yan. (Calm down, Y/N. Tell me what it is so I can at least prepare for whatever it is.)"

"TANG INA, MAY MULTO ATA SA DORM NAMIN. MINUMULTO ATA AKO. GAGO MAY NARINIG AKO SA LABAS T…TAPOS… TAPOS— (G-G-G-G-GHOST! I HEARD SOMETHING FROM THE OUTSIDE A-AND... AND!!!)"

Your response made Kazuha sigh in annoyance and amusement. First, you're not a kid anymore to be scared of this kind of thing. Second, how dare you wake his precious sleep during the semestrial break? Although he's not really against the idea of hanging out with you, let's pretend we don't know about that. Lastly, shouldn't Yoimiya be with you right now?

"Wala ba si Yoimiya diyan? (Is Yoimiya not with you?)"

You shivered under the not-so-comfort of your fluffy blanket, "'Di ba sinabi niya sa 'tin na a-attend raw siya nung Fright Night party ba 'yon ng mga Kamisatos. Sa totoo lang, uso pa ba 'yon?!?! E, siguro dahil mayaman sila, kayang kaya nila magpa-party para sa mga ganoong bagay. 'Di ako makapaniwala na naimbitahan talaga yung gagang 'yon. Akala ko nagbibiro lang siya! Tapos— (Didn't she tell us that she's going to attend a fright night party of the Kamisatos. Who even celebrates that these days?!?! Well, I mean, they're wealthy, so they could definitely afford to celebrate such trivial stuff. I can't believe that bitch actually got invited. I for real thought she was joking! And—)"

Kazuha listened to you rambling with bliss as he didn't hang up the call until he reached your dorm (which is just a building away), so you won't feel scared or lonely.

"—Kaya ayon, need ko ng kasama right now (—That's why I invited you over!)" You finished your rap rant.

Kazuha chuckled, "Grabe. Sa bilis mo magsalita pwede ka na maging rapper. (I'm amazed that you could talk that fast; you have the potential to be a rapper)," he joked while knocking at your door.

"AHHHH!"

"Anong nangyari? (What happened?)" Your scream startled Kazuha, making him attentive.

"MAY KUMAKATOK SA PINTO KO. PUTANG INA— (I HEARD SOMEONE KNOCK ON MY DOOR! KAZUHA, PLEASE—)"

Kazuha laughed, making the tears threatening to fall from your eyes come back. "Ako lang 'yon, haha. Buksan mo na yung pinto. (Idiot... Open your door. That was me.)"

"Grabe na ha. Pwede ba next time 'wag kang manggugulat? Halloween na halloween… Tsk. (Jeez. Could you please not startle me like that?)"

"Oo na po, ma’am. End ko na yung call— (Yeah, yeah. I'll hang up now—)"

"'WAG, POR FAVOR, KAZUHA! Pagkabukas nalang ng pinto tsaka mo i-end, please? (No, please! Don't hang up yet! Let me open the door first before you hang up, please?!)"

"Okay, calm down."

Once you've reached the door, you hang up the call and immediately launch yourself into an embrace with Kazuha.

And just like that, the two of you ended up on the couch.

"Ano ba’ng nangyari? (What even happened?)" Kazuha asked cautiously as he made himself comfortable in his seat.

"Sabihin nalang natin na hindi magandang manood ng horror movie magisa. (Let's just say it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie alone)," you said, embarrassed by the fact that you still can't watch it on your own.

Kazuha chuckled and motioned you to come closer to him, "You're so silly."

"Hey!" You playfully hit his shoulder, making him pinch your cheeks in response.

"Naalala ko tuloy nung nagsleep over tayo sa bahay ko tapos nag-movie night tayo kasama sina Yoimiya at Thoma. Hindi ka makatulog pagkatapos nating manood kasi akala mo kakainin ka ni Pennywise. (Reminds me of that time we had a movie night with Yoimiya and Thoma at my house, and you couldn't sleep after because you thought pennywise was coming to eat you.)"

It was a rainy night at that time when you four watched the movie It. The film was so terrifying that you swore to every archon that if you ever saw a clown in your life, you'll punch them right at the spot.

"Required po ba na ipaalala mo sa 'kin yung nakakakilabot na pangyayaring 'yon? (Was it really necessary to remind me of that gruesome sleepover we had?)"

Kazuha laughed light-heartedly at your response, "Tuwing naaalala ko na ginising mo kami ng hatinggabi… nakakatawang isipin. (You waking us up at midnight that night is so funny to look back at now.)"

"Manahimik ka, hampaslupa. (Oh, shut it.)"

"Ang cute mo po. (You're so cute.)"

Those three words were enough to make you look like a blushing mess. Meanwhile, Kazuha has no idea at all about how his words affect you. Typical him.

You decided to ignore the increasing rate of your heartbeat — you're probably just sick or still scared, you assumed.

"Matulog ka na. Nandito lang ako hanggang makatulog ka. (Go to sleep now. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep)," Kazuha said as he combed your hair.

You hummed in response and snuggled your face into his chest. The two of you shared a small, fluffy blanket that was placed on top of you.

"Good night, Kazu."

"Good night, Y/N."

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NOTE hellaur, magg-give up na sana ako kaso naisip ko na ituloy HAHAHAHAHA. sabi ko kagabi 'di ko na itutuloy kasi super late na pero nabored ako today soooo. i hope everyone's enjoying their sembreak (sorry if 2 days lang break niyo huhu). praying for everyone's safety too! sa lahat ng mga nasalanta ng bagyong paeng, namayapa at kasama sa itaewon tragedy, at kung ano mang pinagdadaanan niyo ngayon — i'm hoping for the best for you. happy (late) halloween!

— NOTE TRANSLATION: hello, i almost gave up on writing this but i thought i should continue it LOL. i told myself last night that i won't be writing this special chapt anymore since the theme's super late. but i got bored sooooooooo. i hope everyone's enjoying your break (i'm sorry if you don't have one :<) praying for everyone's safety! since there are a lot of tragedies going on right now, the one in itaewon and the typhoon here in ph, or whatever you're going through right now — i'm hoping for the best for you. happy (late) halloween!

P.S. apologies for the very very very late update,, i got too busy with schoolwork and i'm currently experiencing writer's block -_- i'll try to update mixed signals before going back to school though ! (which is on Monday, BUT UHH ANYWAY)

— LITERAL TRANSLATION OF "Gabi ng Lambing": Night of Tenderness | It is a play on words of the KMJS Halloween series "Gabi ng Lagim" which literally means, "Night of Terror"

TAGLIST @aixaingela @themusingsofmany @mcryv @ahopefulldreamscape @plinkuro @rvoulte @cridtiins @c0nn0rv8 @rinneamagisluv @liquor-kissez @tartagliasmoneybag @lazy-sanns @aikochan4859 @whats-humanity-lol @sheiiy @dearxiiao @venyan @orionicchaos @kimiesstuff @1meh27 @zannivrs @sukunasrealgf @sweetstrawberrybabe @mentally-a-menace @kusuzhi @coquettemaiden @shirmxie @mafukissu

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smau #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin impact smau #kazuha smau #kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x you #kazuha x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #M.S.s;📶abt

[r0ttingsystem]

Just fell down the rad queer rabbit hole and it's triggering a panic attack and breakdown so need to rant /neg

Under cut really REALLY gross stuff will be mentioned please be safe I am being serious will be talking about really gross stuff tw tw tw!!!

Just fell down the road queer rabbit hole and OH MU GOD WHAT.

"pro para" p//a//r//a//philias are MENTAL DISORDERS you need HELP it's not NORMAL. if you're having intrusive thoughts so bad you identify as a p//a//r//a//phile yuu need SERIOUS HELP.

It's just ew ew ew ew gross gross gross ew

Also, to semi quote a very smart man (Lioconvoy) these people aren't getting in little groups to help each other THEY'RE ENCOURAGING EACHOTHER

I hate p//a//r//a//philes I hate p//e//d//o//philes I hate z//o//o//s you're all gross and disgusting ew ew ew

IF YOU PEOPLE DIDNT EXIST WE WOULDN'T BE GETTING M//O//L//E//S//T//ED EVERY DAY WE WOULDNT BE IN PAIN WE WOULDNT CRY AND SCREAM

I hate all of you you're all gross disgusting people you all need serious help PLEASE TURN YOURSELF IN

I hope every single person who supports p//a//r//a//philes not getting serious help dies I hope you all die die die die

Gross gross GROSSS

supporting p//a//r//a//philes supports child m//o//l//e//s//t//ors and r//a//p//I//s//t YOU ARE ALL SO DISGUSTING

You're all so gross you think that this is all okay??? talk to a real victim TALK TO US SEE HOW IT IS

if any of those people come across this please GET HELP

if you want to argue with us go ahead go ahead and hurt a victim even more I dare you DO IT I DARE YOU

you're all disgusting and you all deserve to rot in jail you're all SO GROSS

I hope you people come across this and see how disgusting you are I hope you all see how badly you're hurting people please get off the internet and go get help!!

Ewewewew ew

That's all

#not even gonna get into the trans identities #its still gross but that as much yk #rad queer #you're all gross #abuse victim #tw abuse #child abuse #tw csa #tw rant #tw repeating words #tw assualt #please get help

[rxbysxllivan]

self-para  \  the calling. outside the daily dose. approximately midnight.

trigger warnings: knives, blood, murder, corpses, stabbing, death. mentioned: @dilara-kr , @yasmindemirxx , @kyleyangs , @veracalma , lu

back then, i was dauntless, and dawn could never know, and my weakness made me weep less than i would ever show you. i burned so bright it blinded, now i know that light guided me here.

After a long day, Ruby settles in at The Daily Dose. She’s a frequent coffee drinker, but not someone that often hangs around the small cafe—Deadlights is more her style. But they had been so busy with meeting Yasmin and Emine at the movies and doing some last-minute shopping that the cafe was the best place to crash.

Coffee in one hand, they’re scribbling notes with the other, lyrics scrawled under the tip of their pen. Nothing coherent, it doesn’t even rhyme—it’s more like poetry at this point in time—but there’s no way she’s focused enough to edit at this point. She just needs to get it out of her head and down on paper.

Somebody, it must have been a staff member, stops near her table to tell her they’re closing up. She blinks out of her stupor, sending them a nod before sighing. A final sip of her drink and she’ll head out. It’s getting late, anyway, and her weekend isn't exactly shaping up to be a lazy, hang-out-in-bed kind of time.

A blurry figure in the corner of her vision catches her eye, and Ruby turns as they set down their cup, squinting through the dark toward it. Unfortunately, the lifted trunk of their car blocks her full view of the person, and she can’t quite see whatever it is they’re holding. All she can see is their grey hoodie, and the way their armload flops. Almost like a corpse.

A winding feeling works its way through her gut, fear and curiosity grasping at her heart with a cold hand. Coffee and notebook abandoned, she stands, brows furrowed as she moves towards the door. Their steps speed up the closer to out of the store they get, pushing through the glass doors that lead inside as they move away from the cafe.

She definitely shouldn’t be moving closer, but if something’s gone wrong, she needs to know—either to warn others or to help. “Hello?” they call out, almost against their better instincts. Their voice is firm, somewhat angry as they step closer, high heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. What is going on over there?

They round the corner of the car, but just as they’re about to move closer there’s a sharp pain in between her shoulder blades. It’s everything she can do not to scream as stumbles forward, heel catching on the sidewalk and causing her to crumble to the ground in agony. Their hair flips over their face, effectively blocking any further shot she may have had to catch the murderer in action.

Not that it matters; there’s no way she’s walking out of this. Another ripple of pain shoots through her as the knife is abruptly pulled out. She can feel the warm sensation of blood trickling down their back, staining their t-shirt with a deep red. They can’t take a deep enough breath to counteract the aching wound, only shallow gasps coming out as they reach desperately forward. If they can crawl away from their attacker, maybe they can get free. Somehow.

The intense, sharp feeling returns as the knife bites into her back again. And again, and again, and again, pain lancing throughout their whole body in spasms as the killer relentlessly attacks. Inwardly, she’s cursing herself for not traveling away with Lu, for not sticking up in New York with one of their many failed gigs. But Icarus flew too close to the sun. Her efforts were all for naught, and it ended tonight. 

They blinked, memories flashing before their eyes, too fast to count. 

Dee. Her best friend from high school, and one of the only ones that had stuck. Long nights spent talking about any subject under the sun. The other woman’s eternal optimism. Bonding over fashion. 

Yasmin. Playdates with Emine, or girl days with her mom. Just spending time in the other's presence. Coffee, drinks, parties, you name it. They’d literally just seen the other two earlier that day. Thank god they’d made it to the movies. 

Vera. One of her closest friends. Long wine nights around the tv—hell, they'd had one just a few days ago. (Now, they would never happen again.) The only one she'd consistently trusted with her secrets, aside from Kyle. 

Kyle. God, Kyle. Hadn’t he lost enough? It felt like only a few days ago that she’d apologized, their aggressive words at the gala still echoing within their skull. They still hadn't forgiven themselves though. Sure, they'd fought before, but never like that. And now, she'd never get a chance to fix things.

The world fades to black and Ruby can feel themselves fading with it. It’s time.

#self para #death tw #murder tw #blood tw #stabbing tw #// this self-para did not want to be written #// apparently i have something against my musician characters mb

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.8 Mukami Azusa [TRACK 5]

Original title: 目を覚めたなら

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 8 Mukami Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: Azusa is a precious cinnamon roll who deserves all the warmth and hugs in the world so it was really painful to witness him talk down upon himself. T _ T I can only imagine how painful it must be for him to have his S/O completely forgot about him. At the same time, he is definitely one of the easier to deal with when dealing with amnesia, since he actually shows consideration. (Unlike some of the other boys who think that getting upset and aggressive will surely bring your memories back.)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

TRACK 5: UPON AWAKENING 

Azusa slowly wakes up.

“Ah…Uu…”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Huh…? This is…my room…?”

You seem relieved to see him awake.

“Oh…Eve…!”

*Rustle*

“Eh…? Ahー Right…I fell from the cliff…and lost consciousness, didn’t I?”

You nod.

“I must have been out cold for quite some time, huh…? …I’m sorry for making you worry…I swear I’m okay now. See? I can get up just fine…You must have treated my wounds, correct? Thank you… 

ーー But how did we make it back home?”

You explain.

“Those dizzy spells again? So by the time you realized…we were here, right?”

You nod but tell him that’s not everything.

“Eh? …What do you mean, ‘that’s not all’...?”

You explain.

“Eh? Your memories have…!? Then…!”

You smile.

“You remembered, right…? …I’m so glad!”

Azusa embraces you.

*Rustle*

“Fufu…You’re calling me by my name again…Which means you really got your memories back…”

You point out that he’s hugging you a little too tight. 

“Ah…I-I’m sorry… Was it suffocating? I was just so happy, I couldn’t help myself…”

You tell Azusa about reuniting with the others.

“Eh? The others…? Ah…You saw Ruki and the others? Then…We might have just made it…back to our world?”

You repeat what Ruki told you.

“The Paraselene…Syndrome?”

You elaborate.

“It’s my first time hearing about such a disease…but if that’s what Ruki told you, then it must surely be the truth. Because you had gotten entranced by the double-layered moon known as the Paraselene…both of us were caught inside an illusionary world…I guess it was that moon…which made you lose your memories as well. But I wonder what suddenly cured it…? Did he tell you anything about that?”

You shake your head.

“I see. I guess it can’t be helped if he doesn’t know…”

You tell Azusa that you have a hunch. 

“Hm? Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

You explain.

“Me? Fufu…Let’s leave it at that then, why don’t we? That we were able to make it back…because of your concern for me.

You frown. 

“It’s fine. I want to believe that was the case. You’re always top priority on my mind…so the second our hearts became one again, a miracle occurred.” 

Azusa nearly falls over.

*Rustle*

“Ah…Don’t worry…I just staggered a little, that’s all. …I made you worried again, didn’t I?”

You tell him you have an idea.

“Hm? What?”

You prompt Azusa to suck your blood. 

“Your blood…? …Why would you suddenly offer that?”

You explain.

“Oh…Okay. If that’s what you want me to do, I can’t deny it. I’ll have some then, okay? Is it alright if I suck from your nape? Tell me right away if it hurts, okay?”

Azusa bites you. 

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

“Mm…Nn…Ah…Hahー …Your blood truly is delicious…It’s so very sweet…and almost has a nostalgic taste to it…This is the flavor I know and love…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuurp*

“...What do you think? This should do, right?”

You shake your head.

“Eh? More? But…”

You ask if he no longer likes your blood.

“No! I don’t dislike your blood but…I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” 

You insist that you’re fine.

“I’ll have just a little more then, okay? From over here this time…”

He bites you again.

*Sluuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

“...Is it good now?”

You continue to beg for more. 

“Gotcha. Just one more sip then…”

*Sluuuurp* 

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh…Haah…”

*Rustle*

“Thanks for the meal.”

You tell Azusa that you hope he’ll recover soon. 

“...Oh. Eve! Is that why you suddenly offered your blood to me? You were concerned about my injuries from the very start? Hey, Eve…How come you’re so kind…?”

*Rustle*

“I’ll try my hardest. To make you as happy as I can…in return for all the kindness you’ve shown me. And so I never have to make you worried again.”

*TIMESKIP*

Azusa walks up to you.

“Hey, Eve…Take a look at this.”

*Rustle*

“Mmh. Thanks to you, the wound has nicely closed up to the point where I no longer have to wrap a bandage around it. So I figured I’d come and thank you as soon as I was given the chance. Were you busy with something, perhaps…? Am I disrupting you?”

*Flip*

“Huh…? That’s…The album we found the other day?”

You nod.

“The others were happy to see it as well, noting how it brought back a lot of memories. I made sure to tell them that you were the one who found it. …Right! Why don’t we take a picture together sometime and start a new album just for the two of uーー Well, that thought crossed my mind for a second, but nevermind.”

You frown.

“I mean…Even without photos, I have the real you right here, smiling with me.

*Rustle*

“Eve…I love you. Please let me stay by your side forever…”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers para-selene #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[rockettoikah]

Decided to right here my thoughts to save my sanity. Been a while tho, didn't expect na tumblr is still this loud. Loud to the fact na uyyy andami pa palang gumagamit neto haha antagal ko din hindi natambay at nagpost dito, napagiwanan na din ng panahon pero ang cute lang how it tracks my growth. Honestly, this serves as my little rabbit hole, takbuhan ko pag sobrang sama na ng mundo. It serves as a small jar na nakadisplay with different parts of my life. A place where I share my thoughts, atleast dito di ako najujudge ng mga tao, pag sukong suko na ako pwede ko isigaw dito hahah thats how tumblr works for me because we are all the same, we have our own sh*t to share.

Sa totoo, I stopped posting here kasi I started journaling, started journaling also about this guy, funny lang kasi sakanya bigla umikot ang mundo ko. He was there, every page ata andon siya and it sucks. It sucks kasi alam mo yon wala akong lakas ng loob magsulat uli doon. Lahat ng ticket ng movie nights, memorble stuffs were also there and di ko magawang magsulat uli kasi sobrang sakit. Sobra atang tinamaan si gaga, he was actually my first. And the idea of love was a different thing for me. Really having a heavy heart hindi ko maexplain yong pain. Did a solo trip sa zambales and baguio pero siya parin laman ng isip ko. Para akong naubos. Dumating ako sa point na nagbebeg na ako ng attention and love, dumating ako sa point na kahit di ko kasalanan i always say sorry. I questioned my worth. And I know i dont deserve it, alam ko na di ko deserve matrato ng ganon. I hope tables will turn soon. Its just too heavy to bare. I feel lost, every place sa pampanga reminds me of him and i don't have the courage to save myself. Sobrang sakit maiwan. Sobrang sakit magletgo kung di mo alam ang dahilan. Faq lang! Ang sakit.

[anasui-at-disneyland]

Concepto Sacrógrito/ Sacrieur Concept:

Los Sacrógritos sin la perfecta definición de "lo que no te mata, te hace mas fuerte", entre mas daño les hagan y se mantengan vivos, peor va a ser para sus enemigos, por esa misma razón, hice que mi Sacrógrito asegure tener la mayor cantidad de dolor posible para una pelea.

Su equipo tiene 2 opuestos distintos:

Ropa ligera y bastante desgastada de todas las peleas por las que ha pasado, el valor defensivo de esta es nulo, porque no lo necesita, ya que su fortaleza viene de recibir daño, para devolverlo con aun mas fuerza.

Material de tortura de metal sumamente pesado, lo cual asegura que sin importar lo que haga, tenga una fuente de sufrimiento para incrementar su fuerza, y además pueda usarlo de forma ofensiva, de entre lo que encontramos...

Collar de púas.

Grilletes.

Alambre de púas a rojo vivo que funciona como cinturón.

Grandes clavos que pasan desde la base del pie y sale por su talón.

Varias armas clavadas a su cuerpo, como espadas, dagas, flechas y un hacha (estas no esta diseñadas para que las use en combate, solo como fuente de sufrimiento).

En cuanto a sus habilidades, posee los clásicos castigos de Dofus y Wakfu, los cuales se manifiestas como un par de brazos y látigos que se manifiestan desde sus tatuajes de sangre (Dofus) y tinta (Wakfu), y aparte de estos, su cuerpo tiene la modificación de tener expuesto los músculos, ligamentos y huesos de sus codos y rodillas, permitiéndole dislocar estos para lograr golpes y patadas a distancias y ángulos que normalmente no podría lograr.

___

Sacrieurs are the perfect definition of the phrase "what doesn´t kill you makes you stronger", the more damage they stand while keeping themselves alive, the worst it will be for their enemies, so for that reason, I wanted to secure my sacrieur to get the most pain for a fight as possible.

Her equipmente has 2 opposites:

Light clothing, which is really wore out after all the fights she´s been, it´s defensive value is null, since she doesn´t need it, her strength comes from receiving damage, so she can turn it back stronger.

Torture devices made from heavy metal, which secures that no matter what she does, she´ll have a suffer source to boost her strength, and also being able to use it offensively, they are...

Spike collar

Shackles

Red hot barbed wire that she wears as a belt

Huge nails that goes through the base of her feet and comes out through her heel.

Multiple weapons stabbing her body, such as swords, daggers arrows and an axe (they aren´t designed as a weapon, just as a suffer source).

As her abilities goes, she has the classic punishments from Dofus and Wakfu, which manifests as a pair of arms and whips that comes from her blood tatoos (Dofus) and ink tatoos (Wakfu), aside from that, her body is modified to expose muscles, ligaments and bones on her elbows and knees, letting her dislocate them to achive punches and kicks with distances and angles that would usually be impossible.

___

Su diseño esta basado en mis Sacrogritos Bruiser-Heart (Dofus) y Joyful-Pain (Wakfu), su diseño esta basado en el concepto de un berseker, solo que en vez de no sentir dolor, lo siente, y disfruta cada segundo de este.

Her design is based on both my Sacrieurs Bruiser-Heart (Dofus) and Joyful-Pain (Wakfu), her design is based on the concept of a berseker, but insted of not feeling pain, she feels it, and enjoys every second of it.

Dofus:

Wakfu:

#Dofus #Wakfu #Sacrógrito #Sacrieur

[solreix]

ang lakas ng kabog ng dibdib niya habang tinatakbo ang hagdan ng lrt. naririnig niya na ang ragasa ng tren, at bago pa man siya maiwan ay ipinilit niyang makapasok agad sa unang tren na naabutan niyang nakahinto. fortunately, linggo ngayon at hindi sobrang siksikan.

"malas, malas," bulong niya sa sarili nang mapansing wala na naman ang panyo niya. ikatlong panyo na nawala niya ngayong linggo.

huminga siya nang malalim at marahang ibinuga ito upang kumalma. she could feel her heart slowly recovering from the adrenaline kanina. humigpit ang kapit niya sa hawakan nang finally umandar ang tren.

nang maramdaman niyang kalmado na ulit ito, sumandal siya sa pole na kinakapitan at inilabas ang cellphone para magmessage sana sa mga kaibigan. she was about to type when she noticed a familiar shoes from a man na nakaupo sa katapat ng upuan na kinakapitan ng pole na sinasandalan niya.

she looked up a bit, and saw a familiar person na nakayuko, mukhang tulog. and suddenly, memories began to flow.

"wear this for a while, let's buy you flats pagdating natin sa kabila," tetsurou said as he positioned on his knees para isuot sa kaniya ang sarili nitong white converse.

"you really don't have to, ano ka ba. i'm okay," pilit niya.

hindi niya kasi napansing nahalata pala nito ang bahagya niyang pag-ika dahil sa heels na suot. well, she chose this and it's okay. kaya lang mukhang hindi okay sa kasama niya.

"i'm sorry," dagdag niya nang hindi nito pinansin ang sinabi niya at ipinagpatuloy ang pagsuot ng sapatos sa kaniya.

"no, don't say sorry. it's okay. ayoko lang hindi ka komportable lalo ako ang kasama mo," sagot nito, and he really did look like he meant it.

"heels-heels pa kasi, 'no?" she joked.

tetsurou chuckled lightly. "hindi 'yon, ganda. okay lang naman kasi gusto mo, and you feel beautiful with that. but now that you're hurt, gawan natin ng paraan." and he jokingly messed her hair.

that... she didn't expect that. all the hesitance she had before finally meeting him after months of talking online flew. she expected him na pagalitan siya. he might have thought hindi naman pala niya kayang magheels, bakit nagsuot pa siya, but his actions and words said otherwise.

"pa'no ka?" kagat-labi niyang tanong, nakatitig sa paa nitong naka-medyas lang. he was left with it, along with his plain navy blue t-shirt na medyo hapit sa katawan niya, and black pants.

tetsurou looked up at her with those smug smirk. kanina ay akala niya nang-aasar ito, but no, he really had that natural smirk as if he was boasting every time he speaks. on the contrary, he's nothing but gentle with her aside from jokes he would let out that never failed to make her laugh.

"edi heels mo, batak 'to!" he then tried to fit the shoe na ikinatawa nila pareho.

tetsurou ended up walking on his socks hanggang sa makarating sila sa mabibilhan nila ng flats.

come to think of it—it really was the same off-white converse shoes she unexpectedly worn that day. once again, she tried peeking at the person's face, and her heart didn't stop beating again.

this stranger was painful to look at.

ilang buwan na nang natapos. pero bibiglain ka talaga ng mundo. she just wanted to see her friends today, hindi mag-alala ng masasayang memorya kasama ang taong hindi niya naisip na makakasalubong niya na lang.

ni-hindi niya matanong ang sarili niya ng "what went wrong?" dahil alam niyang wala namang mali kay tetsurou.

pero siya... masyado siyang naging okay sa thought na connected sila in some ways friends were not. satisfied siya sa thought na nandiyan si tetsurou para sa kaniya until she realized she was being unfair.

at syempre, kailangan nitong matapos bago pa magkasakitan nang sobra.

tetsu: wala ka namang kailangan gawin. be still, and stay, i can wait.

yn: i can't.

tetsu: anong ibig mong sabihin?

yn: i can't have you wait for something not sure. hindi ako for commitments tetsurou.

and just like that, she managed to erase him from her life. mukhang madali kasi saglit na block lang naman nagawa niya na. alam niyang hindi siya hahabulin nito because that's how he respected her. she had all the shots. and it was unfair.

"paparating na sa—"

bago pa man niya maintindihan ang sinasabi ay umangat ang mukha ng ngayo'y estranghero. agad siyang umiwas ng tingin. he looked the same, yet he felt different. para siyang nakatingin sa abandonadong playground kung saan nandoon pa rin lahat ng bagay, pero malabo na niyang malaro ulit dahil hindi na functional ang mga gamit.

naramdaman niyang bumukas ang pinto sa tabi niya, maging ang pagtayo ng estranghero. before she could even stop herself, she looked at him, and their eyes met.

and he looked away. just like what a stranger would do.

how it was before going back to being strangers:

yn:

tetsu:

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu headcanons #filipino #fanfic #haikyuu #filo fic #light angst #almost #Spotify #haikyuu filo #hq filo #haikyuu x reader

[adeehayag]

too far / a self para (pt. 2)

triggers: murder, death

June 22, 2023 (later that night)

Helpless. That's how I felt when I fell off my bike in my hurry to get to Jake on the beach. I kicked sand up as I ran towards him, only to freeze as a strangled gasp escaped past my lips at the sight of Dante's bloodied face. What did you do? What did you DO?, I whispered, my voice shaking. How could Jake do this to me? Haven't I lost enough? Why would he try and hurt Dante when I hadn't even done anything to hurt his precious girlfriend, no matter how much I wanted to?

Contrary to popular belief, I had some level of restraint, even though thoughts of hurting Kat brought a smile to my face every time I lied in bed at night.

I stayed rooted where I was as I watched Jake drop Dante's unconscious body to the ground, and for the first time in a really long time, all I felt was fear. What power was there when I couldn't even protect the few people you still wanted to protect? How invincible could I really be when Jake had me completely wrapped around his finger, and we both knew it?

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-to hurt you, I said, eyes closing at the feeling of his hand cupping my cheek. I always felt safe with Jake. I always felt safe with Dante. I just really didn't understand why I couldn't have them both.

Dante. Jake. Dante. Jake. Dante. Jake. Dante. Jake.

My mind was a mess as I opened my eyes to look into Jake's only to feel coldness that had nothing to do with the night air when I watched him walk back towards where Dante's body was. I hardly dared to breathe as I watched the knife in his hands, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him.

N-no, I sobbed when I watched the knife plunge into Dante's chest, and the last thread holding me together snapped, the delusion that I had any power here at all completely shattered. I fell down to my knees then, knowing I should walk away, to try and save myself from this pain, but I forced myself to watch as Jake took the last remaining happiness from me. This was the least I could do for Dante. To suffer for him, with him. I refused to think about putting the blame on myself because this was entirely Jake's doing. If I had a say in this, Dante would never be hurt.

As I watched Jake, a part of me wondered if I deserved this. To have absolutely nothing and no one. To have no future. To not have someone love me. To not have stability in any aspect. Why can't I be happy? Why must I always suffer? Why must I lose everyone? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

If I still believed in God, I would have wondered why he let such horrible things happen to such good people, because isn't that what I was?

Wasn't I good? Hadn't I done so much good in my life?

I killed a couple of people before, sure, but I was still a good person. So why was this happening to me?

I felt broken and fractured and shattered and irrevocably lost as I struggled with that thought, and the only beacon I could hold onto was Jake. It was with desperation when I clung to him, even when Dante's blood stained my cheeks, mixing in with the saltiness of tears shed, as Jake cupped my cheeks again. I desperately needed his strength, his stability, his sureness. I needed him to put me back together because I no longer know how. No longer knew what I should do or how I should feel.

How rude of me to cry over another man when surely, Jake just did this for me. For us... right?

It took considerable effort but I stamped down my sobs when Jake kissed me, and I allowed the kiss to wash away every other thought except for one.

Jake's the only one I have left.

June 22, 2023 (even later that night)

I don’t remember much about the rest of that night. I just knew I needed to get out of there, away from the smell of the blood that made me feel dirty, away from Jake's cold eyes, despite my desperation for those same eyes to look at me with love. Everything he did must be because he loves me... right? Why else would he want to take Dante away from me?

I wanted to be near Jake, always, but I needed some time to accept the gravity of just how much I needed him. How much I loved him still. How he and I were destined to be together, not him and his girlfriend. I allowed myself the time to gleefully imagine killing his girlfriend again for a moment while I rode my bike back home, but it wasn't enough. That thought wasn't enough. I remember asking myself What do I need? What do I need? What do I need?

I knew I was growing frantic. I knew I was going crazy. I knew it. I could feel it.

I didn't care.

Turns out all I needed that night was an outlet to channel all my grief, confusion, frustration and fear into. I didn’t need anything else. Just a knife, and another blonde bitch. 

Bye, Sawyer. The world’s a better place without you in it, I thought as I stabbed her over and over and over again when she got out of Sirens, laughing at how powerless she was. It felt nice to be back in the position that's rightfully mine, because if I hold the knife, I hold the power. Jake wasn't here so that meant I was in charge.

I would have wanted the person to have gone out of the strip club to be Kat, but I'm taking my time. I'll get to her eventually too. Surely, Jake would understand why I had to do it, the same way I understand why he'd take Dante away from me.

For us.

I’m done. I’m fucking done with all of it. I'm done with feeling powerless. I'm done with trying to be nice to people. I’m done with trying to ignore madness bubbling inside of me after dealing with all the people I've lost. My parents. My best friends. Dante. Jake wanted me to kill people, and I was ready. I no longer cared who or why. I just want to do it again. And again and again. I want the power that comes from every kill and I want to see the look on Jake's face when I plunge that knife into their bodies, their hearts, to feel their warm blood on my hands.

I want to make him proud, I thought as I walked away from Sawyer's mangled, bloody body, looking at it with disgust before I started my bike ride home, sure my eyes were no longer devoid of emotion, but manic with them.

I have absolutely nothing to lose now. 

June 26, 2023

I never thought about how freeing it is when you no longer care. I thought I didn't before but it turned out I cared. A lot. Now that I truly didn't, now that I didn't have anything and anyone left to lose, it's like the world opens up and I ended up with so many more choices.

I felt like a kid in a candy shop. I had the pick of the litter. I had the entire town to choose from and who's going to stop me from going after the people who I think deserve it? I don't really have anyone left to care for, save for Jake, but some consolation prizes were Gabe, Ren and Dae, though his fucking cousin can go to hell. Why Jieun would suddenly switch up on me when she used to be one of my closest friends is beyond me but I really shouldn't be surprised. Her entire group of friends seem like the superficial type who only want to be with people because it serves them. Pretty sure they backstab each other on the daily too. It's almost sad just how pathetic they are.

Selfish fucking bitches who deserve every single bad thing coming to them. They're nothing but the mean girls who peaked in high school. Immature airheads with no talent and nothing remotely interesting about them so they had to settle for being mean just so they could actually have something resembling a personality. It's actually funny how they think they're hot shit, when they're the only ones who actually think so. Take away their money and they'd be absolutely nothing.

I want to see all of them rot.

I shouldn't even ask who my next victim is. I already know.

June 26, 2023 (later that night)

I told Ren and Mei I was staying at my place that night because I was still packing things up and it was getting late, but I was actually on my way to Medusa. I knew I'd find at least one from the stupid bitches squad in there and it thrilled me knowing I was doing this for the first time in such a public space.

Sawyer didn't really count because her leaving the strip club in the middle of the night wasn't really considered public. It was dark, and we were near a dumpster with nobody around. A fitting place for her death, I thought.

Medusa was so much more public, though, even though it was pretty dark. I could easily get caught here, but I know that I wouldn't. Jake had taught me too well.

I was fueled by anger, possibly mania, but I didn't want to think about it too much or dwell on it much. I just felt happy that I was finally being able to do something that would stop me from feeling powerless again.

I knew too in my heart that I was doing this world a service by taking one of them out. The worst of them all. Azra.

It's funny how people say Jieun was the mean one or even that annoying redhead, when Azra was right there. She would smile to your face then talk shit about you as soon as you weren't around. She'd give you whiplash just because she changed her mind about you and would just expect you to deal with it. She's never, ever remorseful for her actions and she acts like you owe her your time and attention just because she's a pretty, rich girl, when she has absolutely nothing else to offer.

Everyone else in the world is lacking or too much or was too ugly or talked too much, or talked in a weird way, or was a loser but not her, though. Noooooooooo, never her. To her and only her, she was the image of perfection, when in fact, she's the biggest loser of them all. She thinks she's a grown woman when she consistently acts like a thirteen-year-old.

Pathetic, self-centered fucking bitch. I hated her. I fucking hated her.

I'm really going to enjoy killing her.

June 27, 2023

I thought she was dead. How the fuck did she survive after I plunged that knife into her multiple times? When she painted the stairs in that club a glorious red?

What a fucking cockroach.

I had to leave because I saw Gabe, and I was worried they might recognize me, but I left that nightclub, wholeheartedly believing the news would bring a smile to my face. A broadcast that would let everybody know just how great a job I did, but that wasn't the case. Guess I need to figure out how to finish the job somehow when she's out of that hospital, because I know Jake wouldn't be happy with what I did. Even I'm not happy with what I did, solely because she should be dead by now. I managed to kill Sawyer on my own just fine, but I'll do better next time. I'm sure of it.

I almost laughed during that police interview when I said that even though I didn't like her all that much anymore, she didn't deserve for this to happen to her. Yeah. Because she deserved worse. So much worse, and she'll get it.

The shock and fear in her eyes had been so, so good to see. I can't wait to see it again.

July 7, 2023

At this point, I didn't care who the bodies were anymore, just as long as there were some. There was no rhyme or reason to the kills, because in my head, I deserve this. Everyone deserves an outlet, right? Everyone deserves to have fun, right? This is how I had mine.

I didn't care that Theo was a friend who gave me a gift on my birthday. I didn't care that Bianca was a friend who bought me a shot on my birthday. These people celebrated the day I was born and here I am tonight celebrating the day they'll die.

They're both so pretty when they cry.

I liked seeing them squirm. Jake usually waited until they were dead to start cutting off body parts but I want in on the fun now, and why wait? I want to hurt them. I want to hear them cry some more and scream some more. I wanted them to see my face and remember I'm not some poor, little girl who had everything taken from her.

I had Jake. And I had their lives in my hands.

I had everything I needed.

Poor, little Theo with his perfect face and his devotion to Sarah, of all people. I always thought he was hooking up with Dee in that big house of hers in Stoughton, but guess he wasn't into MILFs anymore. Just virgins. Poor, little Bianca with her talent and her very much still alive best friend.

Things I no longer had.

Well, debatable. I did have a newfound talent at making people like them suffer.

Beauty and talent could only get you so far, I muttered under my breath before laughing as I hurt them each night while donning the mask of a concerned friend each day. Oh no, surely they'll turn up. They could still be alive, I lied through my teeth, even joining the search party despite knowing Jake and I took them out of their misery the night before. If I had it my way, though, we'd have fun with them for weeks. Hurt them just enough that they won't be able to die naturally, but by our hand.

Oh, well. I had fun as it was, and had even more fun when Jake started taking things further with me. I had blood on me after killing Theo, I had a smile on my lips as I watched Jake kill Bianca, and suddenly, I was being pulled closer to Jake by his hold around my waist.

I moaned softly then when he started touching me in the way I had always hoped he would, and I almost completely forgot that there were two dead bodies near us, because all I could focus on was Jake.

There was something so intimate about knowing someone for who they exactly are and still loving them anyway. As fucked up as the rest of the world might see him as if they ever found out, all I could see was the man I trusted with my whole life. The man I knew I could no longer live without. Tonight was his way of proving he also couldn't live without me, right? Because why else would he take me, want me, need me as much as I need him, when he'd only just been with one other person before?

Suck on that, Kat. You're not special, I thought afterwards. It felt like this had been a long time coming for me and Jake and I'm so happy we finally understand what we mean to each other. I see Jake for all that he is, and that's not something fucking Kat would ever be able to say.

Jake was mine, and I was his. End of story.

July 10, 2023

Blood splayed across a wall. Blood dripping down someone's face. Blood being choked on with panic in their eyes. I just want more of it. I felt like I couldn't get enough. Of seeing it. Of feeling it on my hands. Of playing with the puddles of blood when I was done, like I did with the puddles of rain when I was a kid. The thought of it crowded my thoughts every second, even when I continued waiting tables at Mama's. Even when I walked past Julia's bedroom everyday. Even when I'd hang out with Dae, Ren or Gabe.

It's all I can think about. I want to hear the screams of pain. I want to hear people begging for their lives, and pretending I'd give them what they want, only to laugh as I rip that hope away from them. I want to see the light leaving their eyes until there was nothing there. Just a husk of a person, and my fun would be over.

I just want to have some fun.

Jake had managed to turn all of this into a game. A game that I am now starting to enjoy, and after what happened with Theo and Bianca, I was ready to turn this into my own. To have fun my way. I had gotten what I wanted from Jake that night we killed Theo and Bianca, and now I just need to know for sure that he loved me as much as I loved him. That he can see me in his future regardless of the things I'd do, because he was my future. My whole future. The only one I had.

I just wanted more. I was brimming with anticipation, feeling like nothing would sate me until I could put my plan into action. What better way to prove that Jake loves me by doing something he had done to me? Surely, he'd understand why I'd want his best friend to die when he made me kill two of mine? Surely, he'd still love me even though I'll take his precious Toby away from him? He's just another obstacle from our love story anyway. The easiest one too, because his sisters and fucking Kat would be harder to kill at this time.

Jake must be so tired of planning it all the time, I thought. I tried my best to take note of Toby's schedule, so I could figure out the best time and place to strike but it was always so different each time that I decided to just follow him every time he went out of his house. I'd gotten so good at blending into the background and Toby was always busy on his phone that he never really noticed me back there, just a couple of feet behind, watching his every move.

Toby's a weirdo, I thought, the more time I spent with him. Or at least... near him. There's absolutely no way somebody could be that happy. Could be that kind and selfless. There has to be some sort of major character flaw somewhere in there to make up for it, because he was definitely doing too much and I definitely don't buy it, especially because he was related to Tucker.

Sure enough, I found it when I was following him one night and he didn't even hesitate to help an old lady cross the road. A few minutes later, he also didn't hesitate to pick up a toy a baby had thrown out of his stroller. He even wiped the dirt away before handing the toy back to the mother with a smile. He helped people struggling with bags of grocery. Just a few minutes after that, I overheard him on the phone saying he'd 'be right there', a look of concern on his face as he looked completely focused on this next task that'll make him look like a hero.

He's a savior, it seems. He likes to help people, and doesn't even think twice about it.

What a fucking idiot.

July 10, 2023 (later that night)

The plan was in motion as soon as I watched Toby leave his house, his dog on a leash. I'd been following him for the past few days, so I knew the path he took, and it didn't take too long until I was at the Salem Neck Trail, the location making me smile as I remembered Rhys.

What a different person I had been then. What a tragedy, I sarcastically thought to myself before snickering, only quieting down when I saw Toby coming nearer.

Help! Someone please help. Help me. Help me please!

You fucking sucker, I thought as he came into my line of sight. Of course he'd help. It was late at night and he decided to come in and help with no regard for his own safety.

Sooner or later, Jakey, it's going to be just you and me. Just how it's supposed to be, I happily thought a couple of minutes later when I was on top of Toby, gleefully sinking the knife into his body over and over and over.

At least you gave me a laugh by having Kat suspect you of doing all the killing. She really is stupid, but you're even worse, I told Toby's corpse before I wiped the blood off my hands onto a throw towel I'll burn later to shoot Jake a text.

He texted me about a surprise then showed me Dante, so I'm texting him about a surprise to show him his best friend, and I had a wide, happy smile on my lips when he came to see my masterpiece.

He didn't laugh. He didn't touch me. He didn't move to kiss me. It was hard to read the expression on his face too. It didn't faze me that much, though. I had killed again tonight, and this was a win for me. I was happy. And Jake now knows how it feels now to lose a best friend.

I wonder what else I could do. Who else I could kill. Am I ready to kill his sisters now? Sarah's still heartbroken over Theo so she could possibly be an easy target, but I don't even know where Charlotte is most of the time.

But I'll figure it out. I'll find a way. And who's going to stop me? Jake?

Please, I thought with a laugh. He trusted me with who he really was, and this is me trusting him with who I really am. With the person he made me to be. After all, everything I learned I learned from him. He must be so proud.

I'm never going back to the person I used to be before I killed someone. That person's completely gone, and good riddance to her. I'm never going to be weak and helpless and powerless ever again.

I'm not sorry. Nobody else ever is so why should I be? And I'm having too much fun to stop now. I never will, at this rate.

Now... who's next?

#( self para ) #this is the shortest out of all of them omg

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Quien necesita guarda espaldas cuando tienes a estos dos grandotes jsjsjjs

Bueno un poco de contexto

Una vez al año varios entrenadores se reunían para socializar, conocer a estudiantes o recién llegados y Winnie fue invitada a éste evento claro con todo y sus dos monstruos ya que no solo iban los entrenadores también sus monstruos, la cosa es Winnie ya avía Sido invitada una vez pero no pudo asistir por sus estudios y la segunda por estar buscando a T, cuando la volvieron a invitar ya estaba Tentacular y digamos que el era el centro de atención algo que antes le encantaba pero ahora solamente quiere pasar desaparecido algo que no se pudo después de todo lo que avía pasado con el , volviendo al tema algunos entrenadores novatos empezaron a hablar a las espaldas de Winnie por lo jóven que era , hasta que uno se atrevió acercarse a Winnie y empezó a decir un montón de cosas por ejemplo : " no eres muy joven para estás cosas" " enserio creés que una niña pequeña va a entrar a dos grandes montruos " debe ser algo penoso tener a un traidor en tú equipo" etc... Aunque Winnie no se dejó intimidar y lo reto a una pelea aunque la cara de ese hombre cambio de una de un total arrogante a una de miedo Winnie noto esto y ella avia creido que se sintió intimidado por ella pero la verdad es que Tentacular y Rayburn eran los verdaderos causantes de la cara de terror del novato , Tentacular y Rayburn vieron a lo lejos lo que pasaba y decidieron acercarse y escucharon una parte de la conversación y no les agrado lo que escuchaban , Winnie solo los notó al escuchar a Tentacular gruñir

Who needs bodyguards when you have these two great jsjsjjs

ok a bit of context

Once a year several coaches would get together to socialize, meet students or newcomers and Winnie was invited to this event of course with her two monsters since not only the coaches, they were also her monsters. Winnie had already been invited once but she couldn't attend because of her studies and the second time because she was looking for T, when they invited her again Tentacular was already there and let's say it was the center of attention something she loved before but now she just wants to disappear something that I can't after everything that had happened with him, returning to the subject, some rookie trainers began to talk behind Winnie's back because of how young she was, until one dared to approach Winnie and began to say many things, for example: "You're not too young for these things" "Do you really think a little girl is going to reach her father's height" "It must be a bit painful to have a traitor on your team" etc... Although Winnie doesn't know intimidated and challenged him to a fight although that man's face changed from one of total arrogance to one of fear Winnie noticed this and she had believed that he felt intimidated by her but the truth is that Tentacular and Rayburn were the real cause is Of the face of terror of the rookie, Tentacular and Rayburn saw what was happening in the distance and decided to approach and listened to a part of the conversation and they did not like what they heard, Winnie only realized them when she heard Tentacular's growl

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