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Mirror, Mirror | Two

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PART ONE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda oscillates between crying and being overcome with confidence to confess. She barely has time to reflect when the devastating news arrives that you have a date, and Wanda needs to formulate a plan—quickly.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: cue the shenanigans of date stalking and taylor swift. Put your hands together for the real MVP of this chapter: Yelena.

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This week's philosophical question is: Is it gay to think about your best friend?

The short answer is no. The long, complicated answer is that it might be. 

There's logic and reasoning behind this because don't most people think about their best friend? Don't most people plan to have their best friend in the future? If not, then why would they be best friends in the first place?

Sadly, there's a rude awakening in Wanda's wobbly defense. Natasha is the only person to blame for blowing down her defense made of straw when Wanda chats with her on the phone in the evening while you're out for a photoshoot. 

"How's Maria doing?" Wanda asks.

"Good," Natasha answers, and Wanda can hear the tap water running and realizes the redhead is doing the dishes. "She'll be coming to visit during Christmas."

"Oh, you must be very excited!" Wanda beams. If it were her, she'd be ecstatic to be seeing you after so long. 

"Yeah, it'll be good to see her. I think she's bringing her girlfriend, Sharon. They've been seeing each other for a few months, and she doesn't have anyone to spend Christmas with since her grand-aunt passed away.

"Oh," Wanda's voice is low, brows furrowing. "That seems very fast if she's coming to spend a holiday with Maria. How do you feel about it?"

Natasha hums. "Happy, I guess? I haven't met Sharon, but I've been hearing good things about her. She's able to keep up with Maria's busy life as she's got her own, but they make time for each other."

"But what if Sharon's wrong for Maria, or Maria ends up getting hurt."

"Then I'll break Sharon's legs, but Maria's a big girl. I'll be there for her, but she'll be okay," Natasha chuckles.

"But—"

"Wanda, what's with the questions about Maria?" Natasha cuts off. "Is it something with Bug? Are you worried about Raye? She's told me they haven't even gone on a first date yet; why are you so worried?"

"It's not about that!" Wanda said defensively. "I mean—I am worried, but I just don't want her getting hurt. She's my best friend; she deserves someone perfect. Don't you want someone perfect for Maria?"

Even as the words came out of Wanda's mouth, she grimaced because she was nowhere near perfect herself. 

"Of course I do," Natasha sighs. "But unless Maria is hurting, I'm not going to get overly involved with her love life. She'll go at her own pace and update me as she goes."

"But how will you know if Maria is going to continue living away? If she gets serious with Sharon, will Maria still plan to move back here? How will you guys plan on having a wedding at the same time and picking a house in the same neighborhood?" Wanda asks seriously. Her tone is distraught because it feels like Natasha doesn't care about her best friend at all! 

There's a moment of silence on the other line before Natasha says, "We don't plan for that. I mean, I'll be bummed for sure if Maria doesn't move back but we'll always be best friends. We'll visit each other and keep in contact as often as we need, but we don't need to physically be in the same place."

And another realization slides into place. 

"How are you guys best friends?!" Wanda yells into the phone before she hangs up without another word. 

Wanda knows that she'll have to call Natasha later and apologize and say she's on her period or something, but right now, with her eyes hot and wet, she digs her face into her pillow and cries instead.

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"Hey, I need to head out for another shoot today. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?"

Your voice muffles through Wanda's closed door. You've come in a few times, but Wanda had stayed in bed and pretended that she might've been under the weather. 

"No," Wanda says loud enough so you can hear it. "Have fun, though."

"I'll be home soon and make you some paprikash, but there's some chicken soup in the fridge for you if you want some while I'm gone," you reply. Wanda momentarily hears your hand land on the doorknob, but you don't turn it and come in. "Feel better, brat."

You don't wait for Wanda's response even though it is a quiet, "Thanks, stinky."

Alone in the apartment once more, Wanda sighs. She's been all over the place emotionally since she last talked to Natasha on the phone. She later sent a voice memo through text apologizing and said her period just came, which explained all the craziness. Luckily, Natasha was kind enough to leave it be, but they haven't chatted much since then—mostly on Wanda's end. 

Wanda's been caught between wanting to spend more time with you and distancing herself while sorting through her feelings. It was so easy at that moment to leave Vision and feel intense jealousy of Raye, but now in their own little bubble, everything was unraveling like a poorly wrapped present. 

The only saving grace was that you and Raye couldn't align your schedules to go on a date anytime soon. Raye was out of state currently and was supposed to be traveling for work for the next few weeks, and you were confirming projects that were supposed to be for the entire month. 

The extra time was sorely appreciated. 

In short, Wanda has cried 8 times in the last week while equally getting the inspiration almost to confess 7 times. 

There was a nagging fear, though. What if you didn't feel the same? What if Wanda was reading this one gigantic sign wrong, and you simply just liked brunettes with green eyes?

Or, what if you did feel the same and things didn't work out? What if the two of you date, and it goes wonderfully well before it ends? It doesn't matter what causes the end; just what if it did?

In either scenario, things would never be the same, and Wanda would lose her best friend of 10 years. 

Although, Wanda reasons that even if she confessed and you didn't feel the same, she wouldn't actually lose you. Sure, things would never be quite the same, but the friendship would continue. They've endured much worse, and Wanda would probably get over her feelings. 

Probably. 

Because if she didn't, well, Wanda wouldn't know what to do. She's lived too long of her life with you; she can't think of what it'd be like without you. Logically, she knew she'd survive, but there'd always be a part of her missing. 

Sometimes, Wanda thinks there was always a part of her missing until the day she met you. She can still remember 10 years ago like it was yesterday.

"Wanda, it'll be fine," Pietro's accent was thick and heavy, and Wanda refused to say anything out loud to acknowledge it. 

The girls in her class were already making fun of her accent, and her attempts to talk to them were rebuffed with looks as if they couldn't believe she dared to speak to them. 

It was too difficult, Wanda thought. It was too difficult to make friends when she transferred here mid-year, and everyone had already formed their cliques since elementary.

It was hard enough with the growing changes in her 14-year-old body, and she already felt awkward all the time—the giggling behind her back and to her face wasn't helping. 

Wanda wanted to go back home to Sokovia, except there was nothing left to return to. The war had reduced everything to shambles, and everyone else in her family was happy to have been able to seek refuge in America—Rochester, specifically. 

Wanda knew she should be grateful, especially since many of her aunts, uncles, cousins, and other extended family couldn't escape. She never really had too many friends, but the few she did went to Canada, and she knew she'd unlikely ever talk to them again. 

It was a lot of change, and Pietro was the only person who understood her at this new school, but even he couldn't do much since they shared no classes together. Plus, Pietro had still managed to make a friend, and Wanda didn't have the heart to make him sit with her at lunch every day. 

"Do you want me to eat lunch with you? I can ask Sam to sit with us," Pietro offered, but Wanda shook her head. 

"Are you sure?" Pietro asked again, preparing to sit with Wanda anyway, but Wanda shook her head.

"No, it's fine. I'm just going to eat my lunch quick and head to the library to catch up on some assignments," Wanda mumbled quietly, waiting for some girls in her class to pass by before she said it. 

"Okay," Pietro said, sighing since he was conflicted about staying with his sister or heading off to hang out with his friend. But at Wanda's insistence, he merely told her where she could find him if there was anything and took off with one last glance.

When Pietro was fully out of sight, Wanda took a seat alone at an empty table, pulling out her lunch reluctantly. She was quick to notice that the American kids typically brought a plain sandwich or bought food from the cafeteria, which usually consisted of the same foods like pizza or mac and cheese. 

While the comments about the food she brought were also embarrassing, Wanda didn't have it in her to ask her mother to make something else. Money was tight, and asking to add other things to the grocery list just so she could fit in didn't seem worth it when it wouldn't do anything about the fact no one wanted to talk to her. 

So, Wanda pulled out the finomfőzelék with her breaded chicken breast. She still didn't open it and let her containers sit on the table. 

Wanda wasn't quite sure what was causing it. Maybe it was just this specific instance of sitting alone, or maybe it was the last week and a half of enduring this, but Wanda felt her eyes burn and water. She willed it with everything she had inside to not let it fall and took a deep breath. 

"Hi."

The sudden sound made Wanda's head snap up, eyes wide with surprise. You stood there, and Wanda sort of recognized you from her classes. She thought she shared all but one with you. You've never contributed to the bullying but never stopped it or talked to her, either. 

Wanda vaguely recalled you've been sick with a cold the last few days. Her eyes shifted to look behind you, and she could see your friends looking very confused and beckoning you to come back to their lunch table.

"Hi," Wanda quietly greeted you back, wincing at how the accent could even come out with one syllable. 

You sat down suddenly, clearing your throat. "Can I ask you something?"

"Okay," Wanda replied warily. 

"Do you practice witchcraft?"

The question stumped Wanda.

"What?" 

"Do you practice witchcraft?" You repeated, looking serious. 

"No," Wanda frowned, so perplexed that she couldn't even be upset about her accent. "I don't. Why would you think that?"

"Well, Hela has been spreading rumors that you're a witch from Sokovia, and that's why Mr. Coulson passed away suddenly when you came."

Then, it's suddenly so clear why no one has been talking to her. 

"But if you're not a witch cursing people to death, then that's cool," you said, interrupting Wanda's thoughts. "I wanted to ask you that earlier but then I got sick for a few days. So, do you want to hang out with me?"

Wanda just stared at you, her heart racing because finally, finally, she was going to have a friend. "Yes," Wanda replied quickly, smiling. "That'd be...cool," she repeated your slang. 

"Cool," you smiled back before pointing at her food. "Noticed you bring different food every other day. Can I try some? I'll trade you some of my sandwich. Heads up, though, my mom has been experimenting with food. This week was Chinese food, so beef and broccoli might be between the bread."

Wanda smiled at the memory, the ends of it tapering off. You changed her life, and even when Hela made fun of you, you shut her up with a comment about how she stuffed her bra. It was devastating to a 14-year-old. 

After that, the two of you were inseparable. You still occasionally hung out with your group of friends, but you definitely drifted to spend time with Wanda. 

Wanda wonders if it was actually at that moment that she fell in love with you, but at 14, she didn't know how else to interpret it other than friendship. 

You and Wanda didn't meet Nat, Steve, Bucky, and all the others until high school when the other districts were poured into one school. Since then, so much has happened. 

Your parents divorced.

Wanda's mother passed away from cancer. 

You dated Sam very briefly, giving him your first kiss and then shortly breaking up with him after. 

You came out to her, scared, hesitant, and so happy when Wanda didn't care. 

Wanda started to date Vision.

Wanda wanted to go to NYU, and you happily went there with her. 

You confessed you had a crush on Natasha but didn't want to pursue it. 

Wanda's first break-up with Vision. 

You dated Jean Grey and cried when she left you for Scott. 

When you wanted to stay in New York City, Wanda decided to stay here too, rooting her career here with you. 

Wanda wonders if maybe actually she'd fallen in love with you several times over and over but didn't know how to interpret any of her strong feelings for you, categorizing them as friendship just as she did when she was 14.

"I'm home!" 

Wanda hears the apartment door close and the shuffling of you taking off your shoes. She looks at the time and realizes two hours have already passed. Deciding that she's wallowed enough, Wanda decides to get out of bed and leave her room, running her fingers through her hair to tame it.

When she enters the kitchen, Wanda finds you starting the process of making paprikash. It's something you've always done for her when she's sick, feeling down, or homesick. Yet, in this moment, something swells inside Wanda's chest, and she wants to burst out crying again.

"Oh, hey," you turn around and smile as you see her, and Wanda clears her throat and blinks the tears quickly away.

"Hey," Wanda smiles back as she makes her way towards you. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I'm feeling better."

You open your arms for her to dive into a tight hug. You smell like clean laundry and mint, and Wanda wants to bottle your smell. The tension in Wanda lately starts to drain from her body as you rub her back comfortingly. 

"Some paprikash never hurt nobody," you joke. "I'm glad you're feeling better, though, brat. Is it the break-up with Vis?"

"Huh?" Wanda's brows furrow. "No, not really. I haven't really thought about it."

"Homesickness?"

"Er," Wanda fiddles with the back of your shirt. "Kinda, I guess."

"Well, good thing Thanksgiving is in a few months. Your dad and brother are coming here this year, right?"

Wanda nods, brightening at the thought of seeing her family. "Yes, I hope papa and Tony don't get into it again this year."

"I think your dad gets a sick sense of joy of torturing the son of man responsible for all the weapons that destroyed Sokovia," you say dryly. "I think Tony's starting to catch on he's not serious, though."

Wanda chuckles, and you pat her shoulders before you pull away and take out a knife and chopping board. Watch sits on the bar stool, watching you cook, letting things fall into a comfortable silence. 

This was everything, Wanda thought.

Nothing could ruin this moment, and Wanda thought long and hard, building up the courage to say something about her feelings. She wasn't sure what to say, so she might start with something flirtatious, but Wanda would say it more sensually instead of the usual joking tone. 

"Oh!" You say without looking at Wanda, chopping the onion and garlic. "I forgot to tell you. Raye's flying back in a few days before heading out again, and we planned a date this weekend."

Everything is ruined, and Wanda can't tell if the onion or the devastating news is causing her eyes to water.

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"Why did you bring me here?" Yelena hisses.

"Because I can't bring Natasha!" Wanda hisses back. "And be quiet or else they're going to hear us!"

"Why not Natasha? She's your other closest friend," Yelena says, quieter as she grumbles. "You're making me miss movie night with Kate. We're supposed to watch Insidious and you're ruining my chances of making fun of her being scared."

"Because," Wanda exasperatedly says. "I've already had a meltdown with Natasha, and she's going to make all sorts of comments if she knows I'm doing this now. I can't be here alone since this is the type of restaurant only couples go to."

"You think I won't make comments?" Yelena raises her brow at Wanda, looking frighteningly similar to Natasha at that moment. "I thought you grew out of stalking Bug's dates in university."

Wanda doesn't reply, too busy staring at your table. Raye is making some kind of flirty comment, reaching across the table and lacing your fingers through hers. You're laughing—Wanda can tell with how your shoulders shake. 

The restaurant you've chosen to take Raye to is a slightly upscale steak restaurant. You've ordered cocktails, a bottle of wine, and two appetizers to start. 

Raye's biting her bottom lip suggestively before she takes a sip of her wine, her index finger is stroking the back of your hand, and Wanda's wondering if she can bribe a waiter to spill a glass of beer on Raye accidentally. 

"Seriously, I know you're best friends, but this is out of hand. Just confess before Raye steals your girl and they get married."

Wanda whips her head back towards Yelena, eyes filled with indignation. 

"THEY WOULD NEVER—"

"SHHH," Yelena hisses, and they both have to hide behind their menus when you turn around and look. "Jesus Christ, Maximoff."

"They would never get married," Wanda huffs before peeking outside her menu to see that you've returned to your conversation with Raye. But then she turns back to Yelena. "You know about my feelings? Did you always know? Did you—"

"Shut up," Yelena groans. "No, I was just fishing, and you're the sucker I caught. I mean, was there a time I thought you guys were too close? Yes, but it eventually became normal."

The two of them put their menu's down when it's safe, and Yelena seems to be carefully planning how to explain her thoughts. 

"We've all accepted that you guys are very close, but you both kept dating different people—you specifically only dating boys and then Vision. It worked out that we were all going to NYU, but did you know that Bug had an offer to study abroad and do an internship that would've accelerated her graduation and then career?" Yelena carefully looks at Wanda's face.

"What?" Wanda frowns. She vaguely remembers you mentioning the program but recalled you dismissing it. You didn't tell her you were offered a spot in the program. "No, but I mean, she was building her online platform, and it was taking off. She didn't need to do an internship."

"No," Yelena agreed with a shrug, "but it wouldn't have hurt. I suspect she couldn't stand the idea of being away from you for a year. Just like how you turned down the job offer in LA at graduation when you knew she would stay in NYC."

"That wasn't—I just—" Wanda huffs. "I like where I am now. My work is flexible." 

"Yeah, but being in public relations, you could've been making twice the amount you are now," Yelena raises her brow again. "Although, at this point, I suspect you both chose adaptable careers in case one of you wanted to move to another city."

"That's not true," Wanda protests.

"Do you even like being a PR?" Yelena asks. "At least Bug loves photography. You, on the other hand, have a talent for PR, but it'd be just as easy for you to do anything else."

"I do like it," Wanda stresses. "It's easy, and the clients I've got keep me busy enough. Just because I don't spend all my time on it or talk about it doesn't mean I don't like it."

"But—"

"Enough talking, our food is coming, and you better be ready to leave at a moment's notice," Wanda cuts Yelena off as the waiter arrives and sets their food down. 

"Worst. Date. Ever," Yelena deadpans.

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As it turns out, Raye lives relatively close to the restaurant as you walk hand-in-hand back to her place.

And not too far behind, Wanda and a reluctant Yelena trail from a distance. 

"She's not going to Raye's house, is she?" Wanda whispers with a frown.

"Why not?" Yelena grunts, adjusting her leather jacket. "She has casual flings all the time, and by the looks of their date earlier, it went very well."

"Not. Helping," Wanda glares at Yelena. They enter a street filled with apartments, and Wanda is careful about not following too close and walking under the streetlights.

"This is psychotic," Yelena groans. "Can't we go home? I feel like a literal serial killer out here."

Wanda doesn't respond, just staring ahead as they continue to walk. You're swinging your hand back and forth, interlaced with Raye's. There's giggling, and Raye keeps leaning closer to say something to you. 

There's so much sexual tension that it's palpable from here, and Wanda wishes there was a serial killer out here. 

How was Wanda going to stop this? How was Wanda going to prevent you from going home with someone else?

Wanda picks up a small rock and chucks it hard toward your general direction, hoping to spook the two of you apart. Except, her aim is so terrible that it flies completely left and hits the car beside you instead.

The car alarm goes off, setting off flashing lights and a very, very loud beeping noise.

"Wanda, what the fuck—" Yelena is cut off when Wanda suddenly shoves her down into a bush and dives next to her. "Ow, you fucking—" Wanda slaps her hand over Yelena's mouth.

You and Raye look behind, completely perplexed, when no one is there. You try to check out the vehicle, but other than a small dent, nothing is wrong with the car otherwise. Since neither you nor Raye caused it, you continued walking.

It turns out Raye lived in the building just a few steps ahead. You both stand at the door, holding hands before Raye throws her arms around your neck, smirking. 

Wanda's about to pick up another rock when Raye moves in suddenly for a hot, searing kiss.

And when Wanda watches you kiss back, her hand goes slack. Something awful builds in the pit of her stomach, and there's nothing Wanda can do when she watches you go into the apartment. 

Yelena watches Wanda's crestfallen face and sighs. "Wanda—"

"Let's just get back to the car and go home," Wanda mutters as she stands up, not bothering to brush off the dirt, leaves, or twigs from her hair. 

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The car ride home is sickeningly pathetic—a new low for Wanda. 

"PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. PLEASE DON'T HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOUUUU—" Wanda hoarsely cries out, tears streaming down her face. She's off-tune, and she's screaming more than she is singing. 

"Oh, god," Yelena sighs, bringing her hand to her face in embarrassment in the passenger seat. They've stopped at a red light, and the car beside them is staring at them strangely. "This is sad for even you, Maximoff."

Wanda doesn't even acknowledge that she heard Yelena, only belting out, "I'LL SPEND FOREVER WONDERING IF YOU KNEW—"

"Just kill me, just kill me, just crash this car and kill us both," Yelena mutters to herself. 

The house is dark when Wanda returns, not that it should be any surprise. Deep down, though, Wanda hoped you'd return home and somehow beat her to it. 

Wanda's eyes feel tired and raw from crying the entire way home. Yelena gave her a reluctant hug, mustering all her kindness into rubbing Wanda's back and kissing the crown of her head when it was buried in her friend's shoulder. 

Pulling out her phone, Wanda looks at her texts. One from work, a couple of Natasha, one from Vis, and one from Pietro. She stares at your name in her messages, but nothing comes even if she wills it. 

Instead, she shoots you a quick "hey :)" and puts her phone away. You'd unlikely answer, but Wanda couldn't help herself. 

Sighing, Wanda gets ready for the night, trying to not let her mind drift on what activities you and Raye could be doing.

Please let it be scrabble, please let it be scrabble, Wanda thinks as she finishes brushing her teeth. 

As she walks towards her room, she pauses. It's unlikely you'd return until tomorrow morning, maybe even noon. Biting her lip, Wanda turns and walks into your room instead, crawling into your bed under the sheets. She pulls the blanket up to her chin, inhaling your scent slowly.

It both comforts her and makes her heart twinge. 

After an hour, sleep falls upon Wanda easily, and she's nearly in a deep sleep when the lights suddenly turn on, and a yelp is heard.

Wanda wakes up suddenly, shooting up with her heart pounding that it's a robber, but it's just you standing at the door with your hand over your heart and chest heaving. 

"Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!" You scold Wanda. "I totally thought you were my sleep paralysis demon!"

Wanda rolls her eyes at the comment but frowns as you calm yourself and rummage through your closet for sleeping clothes. "What are you doing at home? I thought you were going to sleep over at Raye's."

"She got a call in the middle of everything. It was her sister or something having some kind of meltdown. Raye says her sister can be dramatic, and it happens once a month, but she couldn't really hang up. I got sleepy waiting, but I didn't wanna crash there to just sleep on a first date," you answer. 

"I'm sure you would've gotten some in the morning," Wanda mutters.

"I guess, but feels weird since it'd definitely be rushed," you take off your jacket and socks before heading to the bathroom. "It's fine, we'll probably reschedule for another date." 

"Perfect," Wanda sighs as she starts to get up. 

"Stay there, brat," you tell her as you stand at the door. "If you're gonna sleep in my bed, you better commit to the sleepover."

Wanda sticks her tongue out at you, which you return before you leave.

Tapping her fingers against the sheets, Wanda smiles. Maybe the night wasn't so hopeless after all. 

PART THREE

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[greatqueenanna]

1/5/24

Happy New Year Everyone!! Here's to more Frozen Content in the coming year!

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Introduction

So, I want to start out by saying that I know I have been a little quiet lately and haven't had any updates on posts. I had caught COVID and was fighting it for a while feeling horrible. I still feel pretty bad, but I'm slowly trying to come back. I apologize for my slow return and low activity, but I promise that I'll be back swinging with new analyses, tid-bits, and other projects very soon!

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Frozen Canon Talk - Fifth Edition - Arendelle Archives

What Came Before Part 2 - Previous Versions of Frozen 2 

All is Found: A Frozen Anthology - Review

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[a-big-mess-of-a-person]

I don't think anyone understands how ECSTATIC I am for DanandPhilGames to come back.

My sister watched these guys when I was much younger (like 8-10) and because she was my older sister, and they were funny as hell I liked them too. Of course all of the dirty jokes flew right over my head but I still enjoyed it. I started watching them without my sister around and I just became a fan! I watched the videos as soon as they came out and after they both stopped posting I kinda just watched the videos for comfort. Their content is my comfort content. It takes me to a place where I was just younger and oblivious. As they started to post again I dreamed of the day that we got more DaPG, but I doubted the day would ever come. Now that it is confirmed, I am so just.. excited. I can't explain it. I can't wait for Phil to say the intro again, and Dan make some funny quip about it. I can't wait for the new screams and laughs. I can't wait to see "DanandPhilGames Uploaded" in my notifications bar. I know that for me and many others it will just be a wave of nostalgia and joy. I am so excited for Round 2 of DanandPhilGames. I can't wait to make art, and references that nobody in school will understand. I missed it so dearly. And I'm so happy it's back.

I want to start this piece of art I have an idea for, but I need sleep, I have a big test tomorrow in school. I might sketch thumbnails for it though. I might update my Tumblr when I start it. Maybe I could do a post for every update. The art I'm thinking about doing would never really be done, so I could do that. I might, I'll think about it (I've already decided I will do it lol)

#dan howell #amazingphil #danandphilgames #dan and phil #daniel howell #im so excited #i cant wait #this will heal me #and my soul #this will heal my soul #this is what i needed

[objection-argumentative]

Accidental Part 3

I’m sorry it has took me soooo long to update this story 

This is my first post in the months 

Thankyou for all the love on previous posts, I do still check my notifications 

Here you go lovelies!

@emandems10​

Emily Gilbertson couldn't believe her best friend, little "Annie", was hitting it off so well with a handsome hot man. Emily watched her best friend laugh, be silly and drink beer while she got to know Sonny. Emily knew how self-conscious Anna was, but she never understood why. Anna was a beautiful young lady with a killer smile, big chocolate eyes and a figure to die for. Emily wasn't interested in her date anymore. She was just so excited to see her friend happy and open with someone.

Anna hadn't experienced anything like it. she hadn't experienced anything like that, she liked Sonny, he was cute, hot, funny, sweet and unique. The way she felt around him was new; she always felt old beyond her years and that she was too scared to enjoy life. When Anna is with Sonny, she feels her age, happy and light, as if she can grab life by the balls and take on anything thrown at her. Sonny made her feel like Anna, not Annie or the girl who follows Emily Gilbertson around like a puppy. She was her own person with him, and she liked that feeling very much indeed.

Sonny never thought he could feel like this. After one coffee date cut short because of his career and two beers with this amazing young woman, he thinks he might be head over heels for Anna Diaz. All of his insecurities seem to vanish when he is around her. The horrors he saw at work daily, plus the pressure he was under from his family, his team, and himself, was unbelievable. For the past few months, Sonny has struggled to find a genuinely happy moment. When he has been with Anna, all he has felt is happiness, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

It was 1 am when the group left the bowling alley quite drunk, and they were merry, laughing and talking with each other. Sonny and Anna stayed at the back of the group in their own little world. "so this is it. I'll see you Tuesday night for dinner ?"  Anna asked, hopefully giving the man in front of her the best doe-eyed look she could with the amount of alcohol she had in her system. "Anna, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I can't wait to spend more time with you," The blonde man confessed as he stared into her eyes, getting lost in them. "Sonny, I like you. I'm looking forward to our date" Sonny felt ecstatic. He couldn't determine if it was Anna's statement or the sincerity he felt from the girl. "I like you too, Anna, very much, but you, my dear girl, are very drunk, and you need water and your bed. So I'm going to call you an Uber to get you home" All of a sudden, Anna felt tired, and the beer hit her. When the Uber arrived, Anna and Emily slid into the car's back seat with Sonny's help. When the girls were safely in the car, Sonny leaned in, pecked Anna on the lips before closing the door, and asked her to text him in her dorm room so he knew she was safe. The door shuts, and they pull off, leaving both Anna and Sonny giddy with happiness about each other.

*Tuesday Evening*

Sonny: I'm outside, Doll, in the Uber. Are you ready to go? Anna:  Yeah, give me a couple of seconds. I will be right down.

Anna came downstairs in a pink dress that flaunted her figure with black strappy heels. She ran out to the Uber, impressing Sonny in the process of running in heels. Finally, Anna got into the back of the car and closed the door. "Hello, handsome, You look good in a suit, Sonny", Anna greeted as she eyed the man up in down. "Hello Yourself, Doll; you look incredible tonight" Anna blushed at Sonny's compliment. The date was a dream for the pair, one of the best dates they had ever been on. They both didn't want to drink, Sonny was at work the following day, and Anna had class followed by lunch with her Aubella and her aunt Rita. Nevertheless, as they left the restaurant, the pair were smitten with each other leaving the restaurant, they were in their little bubble, and no one at that moment existed in the world. Anna leaned in and started to kiss Sonny with tounges in the middle of the street. A few weeks ago, Anna hated the thought of public affection, but with Sonny, she doesn't have a care in the world. "Doll, I live just down the street. Do you fancy coming in for a cup of coffee?" Anna felt like she had just had an ice bucket tipped over her; this is what she had been dreading. "Sonny, Im just going to come out and say it, Im a virgin. Im not ready for anything. I hope you understand, and I get it if you do not want to see me again or go for someone with experience." Anna looked down at her feet, ashamed. Sonny lifted her face by her chin with two fingers. "Anna, I like you. I'm not interested in a fling, im looking for the real thing here. I will wait for eternity for you if you are the woman I think you are." Sonny kissed the girl's lips, trying to pour his feelings into the kiss. Anna couldn't believe it, she had found the perfect man, and he liked her, her of all people; she felt like she was on cloud nine. "Sonny, thank you for understanding. I appreciate you waiting for me." Anna whispered, still breathless from the kiss.

*Sonny's Apartment*

The apartment itself was small, but it was cosy and homely. Anna loved apartments like this, which reminded her that new york wasn't full of people looking for high-end real estate at costly rates. Sonny's apartment smelled like vanilla, and she felt safe. "I know it's not much, but it is home." The blonde man eyed the girl nervously. "That's why it's perfect, Sonny" Anna gave the man one of her killer smiles, and he instantly felt at ease. "Come into the kitchen, Doll. I'll get the coffee started for us," Anna agreed and followed the man into the kitchen.

"So tell me about your family doll. We spent loads of time discussing mine; we didn't discuss yours" Sonny waited for the girl to open up. "My aubela is the matriarchy of the household. She is terrific, strong, kind and many other things. My aubela was my grandmother and mother all rolled into one. My dad went to college on a full scholarship when I was a baby, and he did it to provide himself and me with a better future and opportunities. He went to Harvard, and I stayed in the Bronx with my aubela. We are a small family, but my god, we are mighty; we are so close nothing will come between us." Sonny hung on to every word that Anna was saying while Anna stared into her glass as she told the story. "what about your mom?" Sonny asked innocently. "My mom walked out on my dad and me when I was six weeks old. They were both very young, and I think she was just overwhelmed, and after she left, it was just too hard to come back. If you had a child, would you want to be a part of their life? I know I would. She is probably out there somewhere, regretting what she had done all those years ago. I've tried to look for her; I found a census entry for her, dated six months after she left in LA, but the trail ran cold from there." Sonny felt pity and sadness for the girl and couldn't understand why anyone could leave their child like that. " I wanna find her, Sonny, show her im not angry with her and hopefully finally have a relationship with her."  Anna smiled at her daydream " I hope you are right, doll", Sonny sighed as he had a horrible feeling in his stomach.

" Does your dad still practise law?" Sonny asked to change the subject. "Yeah, he does. He is an ADA" Sonny was surprised he couldn't think of an ADA with the last name of Diaz. "what's his name? I may know him," Sonny quizzed as his heart hammered out of his chest, awaiting her answer. "Rafael Barba", Anna answered matter of factly. "Shit, no, Anna, no. He is the ADA on my team. I'm a detective with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit. Anna looked at the man, horrified. Suddenly she thought she liked Sonny and Sonny liked her. Why does she have to give him up? This was the happiest she had ever felt, and she didn't want to let go. "Sonny, I know this is not ideal, but I'm Anna around you. I'm happy when I'm with you, and I like you a lot. Let's keep this a secret for now and see how things go. If we go on to go separate ways, no foul was done, but if we make it, my dad will have to learn to love it. What do you say? Take a chance?" Anna could hear the blood pumping her body with adrenaline. It felt like hours waiting for Sonny's answer, but it was only a minute or two. "Yes, Doll, let's give it a go, You and me. I know this might be too soon, rash, or fast, but will you be my girlfriend? I can't stop thinking about you, Anna Diaz." Sonny spurred out as he was nervous to ask. "I don't care how soon or rash it is, and the truth is I feel the same way about you. I would love to be your girlfriend, Sonny Carisi. Both smiled like idiots until Sonny leaned over the breakfast bar and kissed Anna. "That is never going to get old", Anna stated, still with her eyes closed, reeling from the kiss.

Sonny took Anna by the hand and guided her to the sofa, where they laughed, talked and told each other stories from their pasts. It was 3 am when Anna let out a yawn. She thought she covered the yawn well, but Sonny immediately picked up on it. "Doll, take my bed; I'll take the sofa. I don't trust cab drivers this time of night. I've seen too many horrors of women getting cabs late at night." Sonny stood up and extended his hand out to help Anna up. "Sonny, I don't want you to give up your bed. I'll take the sofa." Anna tried to reason with the detective. "Absolutely not, Doll. You get my bed. End of story."  Anna got into the comfy double bed and immediately dreamed of Sonny.

*The Next Day*

Anna woke up late to her phone buzzing on Sonny's bedside table. She could still hear Sonny softly snoring. She looked at the time and realised she had missed her morning classes as it was 1 pm. she had over a hundred missed calls collectively from her tutors, Emily, her aubela and her dad. "Shit", Anna cursed as she jumped up to get ready to leave Sonny's apartment. As she was clumsily pulling her dress over her head and trying to get an uber, Sonny walked into his bedroom half asleep, trying to work out what was going on. "Doll, everything alright?" Sonny quizzed the girl "Sonny, we have slept in. It's gone 1 pm. I've missed most of my classes, and people are looking for me," Anna explained. "Doll, it will be ok. Once they realise that you are safe, they will be happy. Of course, your tutors will want you to do the catch-up, but you are smart. You can do it, and it is not as if we are going to make a habit of this, is it?" Anna relaxed at his words. "you're right, handsome, and I really need to get back, though. My uber is outside." Sonny nodded, threw on a jacket and walked his girlfriend to her uber. "Text me to let me know you are back home, ok please, doll." he leaned in and pecked his girlfriend on the lips as she got into the uber.

Anna opened her dorm room to find her dad, her abuela and Emily talking to a police officer. "What's going on?" Anna asked the room that hadn't yet noticed her. Rafael's head span so quickly that Anna was sure he would have whiplash. "Where the hell have you been?" Rafael demanded in his lawyer voice. "Annie, Are you ok?!" Emily half asked, half shouted. Lucia was too busy hugging the life out of Anna to ask anything.   "Aubela, I can't breathe. Im fine, I went to dinner last night with a few friends from class and ended up back in their dorm hall for a few drinks afterwards, and I fell asleep in the common room and slept in." Anna lied through her teeth to the people she loved the most and didn't know how to feel about it. "What about your date with what's his name? Dan, no Greg, no Simon, that was it, Simon." Anna was grateful that Emily could not remember Sonny's name. " I blew him off, and I don't have time for a relationship. I need to find a job to get work experience and cash. I have school and maintain relationships with my family and friends. "You sure you didn't go on a date, Annie?" Rafael asked to ensure he didn't need to threaten any boy with an inch of his life to protect his daughter. "I'm sure, dad, I got what I need right here in this room. A relationship will be much later on." Anna couldn't help but think of Sonny and how much he belonged to be in this room. Anna realised that it would be difficult but worth the result.

#sonny x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #Sonny Carisi x You #you #SVU FANDOM #Dominick Carisi #detective carisi #carisi #carisi x reader #svu #l&o: svu #law and order svu #SVU fanfiction #my work #My words #my post #cute #fluff

[harley-michaels-main]

BOOM ANOTHER TIER LIST

Time for my top Romance Webtoons

I love a lot of webtoons so I decided to do this by genre because there's so many that I love and read

#5: Freaking Romance

This series is amazing. One of the few romance series I kept up with on the weekly updates.

I love the idea of the story as well as the characters. Don't even get me started on the art it's literally so gorgeous I'm so obsessed with it. (I just bought the graphic novel today and I'm in love with it)

However, that does not mean it doesn't have its flaws. The creator seemed to have fell out of love with this story, which I do not blame them for. It happens. They had other things they were invested in and I still support them. Yet, because of that, I thought the ending was very weak. I got the ending I wanted but it felt a bit rushed compared to the other series on this list.

#4: Not So Shoujo Love Story

This story is so fucking cute. I am so obsessed with all fo the characters. They're all so amazing and the development between the two??? It's so fucking cute.

The story is not at all what you would expect. It's so funny and so cute. I love the art style as well, it's the perfect mixture of goofy and breathtaking.

There has been some recent developments with the new chapters that has made me a bit confused with the way that the story is going. It isn't unwelcome, I love a good plot twist. However, this is just something that confused everyone because it came out of no where and no one knew what was happening.

I'm super excited to see where this story goes though.

#3: Eaternal Nocturnal

THIS. IS. SO GOOD.

I'm obsessed with it.

A lot of people who read webtoons may recognize this art style and that's because it's by the same creator of Sirens Lament! I loved Sirens Lament and it was one of my favorite webtoons, until now.

IN MY PERSONAL OPINION, I love where this story is going much more. Everything about this webtoon is so good even though by webtoon standards, it's still fairly new. I love the characters and the world building.

AND THE ART??? Just look at the cover again. Did you look? Look again. ITS SO AMAZING???? I'm in love with this so much.

The length is actually why it is not higher on this list. The plot is just starting to thicken and I am just so here for it.

#2 Night Owls and Summer Skies

This is a webtoon based on an actual book so I highly recommend yall go and read it!! Its so good.

I love this story sm and I was ecstatic when I found out that it was being turned into a webtoon.

The characters are so incredible and the diversity is actually mind blowing. EVEN THE REDEMPTIONS MAKE SENSE. I'm so obsessed with this and the main character is so relatable.

The art is also so adorable. I love literally everything about this webtoon.

Now a quick break to do a couple honorary mentions. These are either webtoons that I loved, but didn't make the list, or graphic novels that were posted on webtoon.

Heartstopper

Sirens Lament

Gourmet Hound

Always Human

Castle Swimmer

Mage and The Demon Queen

ALRIGHT TIME FOR THE NUMBER 1

#1: Nice To Meet You!

This is one of my favorite webtoons of all time. I love everything about this from the characters to the art to the story to the setting.

Everything about this is so good. This is the first romance I recommend to my friends.

ESPECIALLY IF YOU WANT TO SEE A LOVE TRIANGLE DONE CORRECTLY!!!

So yeah, that's my list. If you agree, yay! If you don't, yay! If you don't know what any of these are, yay! Go read them.

#webtoon #tier list #romance #web comic #art #graphic novel #freaking romance #nice to meet you #not so shoujo love story #eaternal nocturnal #night owls and summer skies

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Ohagi n Chill Pt. 5.1

TW:  Fluff, Wholesome, some non s3xual intimacy, some s3xual intimacy, snog session, brief mentions of nudity, brief mentions of discrimination, AAVE, swearing, s3xually suggestive content Reader is a black female, Insecure Soft Boi Sanemi, Proposal thoughts.  Part 5 is broken up into parts cuz it is MASSIVE! Will update on Wednesdays around midnight Mountain Time. pt.1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt. 4, pt. 5.2

Finally, it was the fucking weekend! You entered the threshold of your home and were ecstatic to finally be free of the bullshit responsibilities of your corporate job. You were upper management but there were times you could really relate to a certain angry raccoon on your favorite show that was always doing karaoke about how much her coworkers sucked. You contemplated doing the same with your besties but hadn’t gotten around to it.   Yelling out a greeting you kicked off your shoes and noted there were several other pairs. Wandering towards the living room you were greeted with the sight of the mutual friends you shared with your lover. Everyone seemed to be really immersed with the game that was on the television screen. The new Boku no Yaiba game.  Good choice. You hadn’t known it was out yet. Sanemi had preordered it some time ago but the release date had escaped you.   Hanging out in the hallway you leaned on the frame entering the room and observed the man you loved quietly. You had moved in about 2 years ago.  Around the same time his younger brother Genya had moved in due to family issues. In this time your relationship with Sanemi had gotten deeper. Enough that your friend group was starting to prod the two of you with questions when you were gonna get added to the family registry.  The two of you would brush it off or change the topic whenever it came up. It just wasn’t something that either of you felt was all that pressing in your lives.  Things were good as they were and that warmed your heart enough.  

Lost in your reverie you failed to notice Gyomei walking up behind you. The sightless, gentle giant tapped your shoulder startling you out of your thoughts. “Your home, finally.” He greeted you quietly smiling. “Yep. Nice to see you ‘mei. How’ve you been?” you asked him as you wrapped your arms as best as you could in a hug of greeting around the Redwood tree of a man. He easily enclosed you in his arms, hugging you with a quick, tight squeeze before releasing you. “Busy. Though not as busy as some. I am fortunate that my company has flourished during these trying times.”  

You hummed approval at him then took his arm and yours and entered the room with him by your side. Before you Tengen was roughly giving Kyojuro a noogie following a dramatic and dynamic boss battle on screen. You released Gyomei’s arm and whooped behind them. “Ayye! Nice y’all!” Several heads turned towards you and various words of greeting were given. You returned them with a large smile set on your face.   Suddenly you were hugged from behind and a kiss placed on your neck. “Welcome home.” A deep, sultry voice spoke into your ear.  You leaned into the embrace, tilting your head back to look up at your scarred, white-haired lover. “Mmm, thank you ‘nemi.” you replied. You heard Tengen and Kyo make gagging noises only to be shushed by the largest man in the room who was settling down on the couch.   “What took you so long!? We were starting to wonder if you were doing overtime.” Tengen asked you refocusing on the game. “I was just about to text you. Sana-chan was starting to get agitated.” your friend Mitsuri supplied and was met with a reciprocating growl of disapproval from the man holding you.  “Shut up, Kanroji. I was not.” He ground out bitterly.  You rolled your eyes, smirking.   “I got sidetracked helping a few trainee’s at work then was distracted by a new soul food joint that opened up a block away from my office.” You spoke as you tried to walk forward, only to be held back by Sanemi. “It’s always food with you.” he teased. “You better not be complaining. You, Tengen and Kyojuro are menaces in the kitchen. Y’all would eat anyplace dry.” You barbed back. He released you and stuck his tongue out, patted down your black fro.   You turned on your heels and pointed and aggressive finger at him while he snickered and dodged. Flipping him off you moved away and sat down next to Shinobu. “Ass.” Both you and the shorter woman said at the same time. Sanemi shrugged and went to join the other two menaces y’all called friends at the tv. The smaller woman handed you a wet piece of mandarin orange and pointed to your lover. You nodded your head chucked it at his beautiful soft, yet gravity defying hair. It made the most glorious wet smack then rolled down the back of his black t-shirt.   Sanemi yelled and started trying to smack at his back to get the wet, fleshy thing off of him and out of his shirt.  Your blonde with red tip haired friend saved him and lifted his shirt, giving you and excellent view of his heavily muscled and broad back while also removing the offending, now squashed, fruit. Once free from the disgusting fruit he charged you and tackled you on the couch. Shinobu scooted away hastily cackling and pointing.   Your man flipped you over on your stomach and pinned your arms while you struggled to get away. “Yield or else.” he threatened you. “Never! Wait, what is the or else?” you initially defied him but realized you didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t submit.  The question was promptly answered by a slimy, wet finger going into your ear. You screeched and repeatedly yelled “I concede! I concede! You win!” Wiggling and trying to get away to no avail. He was sitting on your bum, one hand holding your wrists together and pinning them to the small of your back.   The white-haired man was laughing at your misery and not letting up. Your friends watched enjoying the playful banter between the both of you.  Pink and Green haired Mitsuri intervened and persuaded him to release your arms and stop his assault of your precious ear canal. You thanked her and used your shirt to clean out your ear. “You are an asshole.” your voice was whiny as you complained. “Serves you right. Don’t throw wet shit down my shirt.” He taunted you. You groaned into the couch cushion and pinched his leg. Sanemi laughed at you and laid down on top of your body. Pinning you to the couch. You could hear Gyomei sighing along with the polite giggles of Kanroji. “Now that the children are behaving, I have an announcement!” Tengen stepped in crouching on the floor next to you.  You turned and glared at him. Waiting for him to say whatever shit was going to come out of his mouth.  He lightly booped you on the nose and you half-assedly nipped at his fingertips. “Hey now, I like it when my partners bite.” The beefy, arrogant man’s gaze turned dark and lusty and you averted your gaze to look over at Gyomei who was shaking his head. “Please continue.” Shinobu interrupted.  Sanemi’s hands possessively grabbed your sides and you had a good idea of what his face looked like right now. Tengen coughed and continued with his announcement. “Like I was saying,” he paused and looked at you. “I have an announcement! I have recently come across the most important information you will ever hear. Outside of my blessed birthday invites.” groans filled the room as everyone waited for him to get to the fucking point. “I have learned that Boku no Yaiba will be having an event? What event you wonder? They are taking over the old Yoshiwara district in celebration of the Ghost Prostitute Freedom Rebellion Arc and it will be one of the most flamboyant experiences any of us will ever have. Flashy cosplayers welcome which means...” he trailed off as you felt Sanemi lean over to bro fist the platinum hair man. “Our moment has arrived!” Him, Tengen and Kyojuro cheered. You shook your head while smiling and slapped Sanemi’s leg so he would get up. He sat up, only for Kyojuro to sit down on your back and start chatting animatedly to Sanemi and Tengen about his plans for the upcoming event. You swore a series of explicative in your native tongues. Tengen fluffed your hair while Mitsuri and Shinobu scolded him for messing up your fro even more.   You gave up and just let it happen. Internally you promised you would get them back later and it would be good.  Mercifully, they got up off of you several minutes later.  Lightly, you smacked them on the back of the head and made your way to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes. Stripping off the restrictive suit ensemble as soon as the door was closed. As you were fishing through Sanemi’s dresser to steal one of his shirts you heard the door open and close. A pair of warm hand coming up to cup your breasts under your bra and tease your nipples. You did a cross between a whimper and a moan. “Sanemi, behave. We have company!” you scolded him but didn’t stop his fingers from their actions.  “We could be quick...” he trailed off and lowered his hands to your boyshorts.   That’s when you swatted his hands away and turned to glare at him. “Down boy. Later.” You pointed your finger at him and he raised his hands in surrender. “As you wish, my queen.” He mock bowed to you, eyes looking up at you with lust in them. You patted him on the head with mischief then went back to rummaging in his button ups. He pushed your hands to the side and picked up a familiar linen shirt. “This.” he dropped it on your head and sauntered over to the bathroom. You smiled and followed behind him. “Isn’t this what you wore that time Tengen played us and got us both in the same hotel room for two days?” you asked already knowing the answer.  He nodded his head and sat on the counter in his bathroom, watching as you went to the walk-in closet that you had taken over and pick out something to wear.   “Mmhmm. I was thinking we could do something special for the BNY event.” You heard him speaking while you rummaged the clothes racks. “Like what?” you asked him putting on a white bustier with the linen button up over it. Tying the bottom in a loose knot while exposing your entire midriff. For your pants you wore flared, tight fitting white jeans that had Swarovski crystals bedazzled on them to make them appear to be chaps. A blinged out Swarovski belt completed the ensemble.  On your way out you snatched up a white scrunchy meant for 4c hair and brought your ruined fro up into a cute lil’ puff on top of your head.   Sanemi looked you over and smirked. “Mm, still working on the full plan but you should go as Kanae Toge. No socks. Wear the wedges if we go out.” he said lightly blushing.  You nodded, walking over to him and giving his cheeks a smooch.  He slid off the counter in front of you and kissed your forehead. “Yeah, I can do that. We gonna go as a ship?” you inquired walking to leave and return to your friends. “Uhuh. I am thinking we can take the kids too. They deserve a break.” He said referring to Genya and his friends. Affectionally referred to as y’alls kids or the Kamaboko squad.   “I don’t have any issue with tha-” you stopped your sentence as you took in the sight before you. Upon leaving your shared room to return to the common area that was the living room you saw what could only be described as a room full of fucking gremlins.  Gyomei was pulling Kocho off of Tengen who was currently cackling while also crying. Kyojuro was blushing furiously and trying to look everywhere that wasn’t at the fighting pair and Giyu. Mitsuri had hearts in her eyes which you had a feeling wasn’t a good thing. “The fuck is going on?” your boyfriend growled out behind you.  

The room froze as the occupants slowly realized that the home owner had returned. The sheepish ducking of their heads told you that something messed up had gone down. It stayed quiet for a solid 2 minutes after which Mitsuri broke like a dam. “Mmm, sorry Sana-chan. Giyu left to get something to drink and Shinobu had followed him. They were gone for a while so Tengen went to go check up on them. He started laughing so Kyo-chan went to see what was so funny. Kyo-chan came running back so I went to go and look and-” she paused getting extra lovey dovey eyes. “Shinobu had Giyu up on the kitchen table in a loving embrace.”   You could feel the man’s anger and you winced. “Mmm. So, like y’all was just hugging right? Nothing else?” you asked. Hoping someone would get the hint and not say what you were imagining. “NOPE! THEY WERE PLAYING FULL ON TONSIL HOCKEY!” Tengen blurted out cackling. You stepped off to the side not wanting to be in the path of rage your man was bound to go on. Sanemi was very particular about things.  He grabbed Giyu by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back to your bedroom. You watched with morbid fascination.   “Ahem. Soooo...that was a thing. Next time can you just lie and not let Sanemi know that y’all were getting it on his kitchen table. Y’all know how he be.” you tapped your index fingers together nervously. Shinobu stopped trying to kill Tengen, eyes promising him a world of hurt and went to sit back on the couch. You walked in the room awkwardly and picked up the controller to start playing the forgotten game.  

“Mm, you can customize characters on this right?” you asked offhandedly. “Yeah.” you heard your boyfriend grumble out as he plopped down next to you. Sour look on his face. Giyu returned rubbing the back of his neck and looking like a shamed child.  “I see.” You backed out to the main menu and went to start a new game. You began creating a character that had similar features to you. Your tongue peeking out the corners of your mouth as you concentrate. “HEY! WE WERE PLAYING!” Tengen exclaimed, pouting as he watched you make your choices.   “Mmm, the controller was free so I assumed direct control.” you said robotically.  Sanemi snickered and stroked the back of your neck lightly with his fingertips. You shivered but kept up your task. Kyojuro sat down next to you and leaned on your shoulder. “But our character was so awesome.” he whinged. You paused what you were doing to pat his fluffy hair. “It was but I wanted to play a different char.” you replied to him affectionately.  “Nnn, but why?” he pressed. “Because I wanted to make her black. I like playing chars that look like me, Kyo. Representation matters.” you replied exhasperated.  Sanemi agreed audibly with you and you saw the thought cross your friends' minds.   “Ahh! That’s right. Most games do poorly at incorporating people of color into them.” Gyomei spoke sagely. “Yep, so this is pretty badass. I originally was just doing this to annoy y’all but I am liking the time and effort they put into making non janky looking hair and non-ashy skin. Like this is dope af.” you cheerfully replied. Gradually the attitude in the room changed to a more cheerful one. Your friends asking about certain things that you noticed they hadn’t with gaming. Giving input on what they thought would make your character look cuter or agreeing with choices you made to her.  Together y’all made a fine ass black heroine.   Things settled down for a bit. The trio of trouble were making plans for the BNY event, you and Shinobu were playing the game while Gyomei and Mitsuri chilled out on the couches and chatted. Someone ordered food and the night continued in relative peace. The occasional spat happening here or there. Before the night was over things were settled for the BNY even happening in 2 weeks.  It looked like it would be the Menace Trio plus you since everyone else had jobs to go to or a date in Mitsuri’s case. The group bid each other farewell and cleared out leaving you and Sanemi alone in the house. Genya was staying over at Zenitsu’s for guys only sleep over.  

You were cleaning up the living room with Sanemi in a companionable silence. Having been with each other long enough that words weren’t always needed to fill the silence.  Once the room was tidied he left to go and clean up the kitchen and you went to your shared room to change into your jammies. Too worn out to shower. Flopping down on the bed in an oversized black Captain Purgatory shirt with matching black logo’d athletic shorts you starfished on the sheets.  

While enjoying the feel of the silk against your skin you stared up at the ceiling and contemplated your Toge cosplay.  For sure Sanemi would go as Kat Explosion since they bore visual similarities and it was his favorite character. What outfit of Toge’s you would wear would depend on what version of the anti-hero he would choose.  Your thoughts are interrupted by a half-nekkid Sanemi entering the room. He chucks he used shirt on your face and heads straight into the bathroom.  

Remembering you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet you dragged your body off the bed, into the bathroom and towards the sinks. Sidling up next to him you grabbed your toothbrush and apple flavored toothpaste and began brushing your teeth. Your love sneering above your head as he sees your flavored tube. “Why would you use anything outside of mint? How do you even know your mouth is clean? It doesn’t feel fresh using that stuff.” he speaks after he spits in the sink and rinses it out. Hovering behind you after he is done.  

“You like boring mint. I like fruity flavors. I know my mouth is clean because I just brushed it, duh.” you snark back at him. Running the water when you spit and splashing some around the basin to pick up any errant backsplash.  Setting your brush down next to his you turn to leave but are stopped by his arms trapping you to the counter. “I think you should let me be the judge of that.” he says huskily into your ear. “Mint and apple don’t mix.” you remind him and he moves an arm out of the way letting you pass.  

“That’s the real reason you do it. You don’t wanna kiss your man.” he playfully accused you. Slapping your plump ass when you walked out of his entrapment.  Your hips sway seductively as you ignore his words. You both know they weren’t true and didn’t deserve a response.  Reclaiming your spot on the bed your sigh is loud and content. Your lover flops down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your hips. “No sex. Just cuddles.” He says rubbing his face in the nape of your neck.  You slither out of his embrace and tuck yourself under the silken sheet. “Come’er” you request opening up your arms in front of you. He eagerly crawls into your arms and lets you hold him.  

“You decided on what version of Kat you are going as?” the inquiry is muffled into his soft, fluffy, white hair.  Sanemi nods and says he wants to do the Earth’s Demise, Hero’s Assembly uniform.  Neither of you have the time in-between work to make the outfits so y’all decide to order some high-end ones from a site and call it good. Making sure to place a rush, priority order.  Sanemi grabs his phone and makes the purchases telling you if you feel bad about the cost you can make it up to him at a later date but that it wasn’t a big deal. Or you could suck him off, either works.  It was his idea in the first place so no pressure.  Your guilt over the cost is eased knowing he will let you pay him back if/when you are able to.  

Sanemi stays on top of the sheets as you drift off to sleep. He doesn’t like sleeping under them as it causes him to overheat and he sweats. Just an overall uncomfortable experience. Once he is sure you are completely out, he slips away from you. Replacing the Ghost King plushie with his body he quietly sneaks out of the room. Tip toeing down the hall and up the stairs, turning to go into his office. Closing the door behind him he locks it and rubs his face harshly. His bare feet carry him to the gaming chair at his desk and he flops down, pushing it back and leaning forward settling his elbows on his knees. Holding his head in his hands.   “I’m not sure I can do this.” he says aloud to noone. Glancing off to the side he eyes the locked first drawer of his desk. Removing a hand from his face, he sits up, extends his hand to the thumbprint reader and the drawer slides open.  Inside is a wooden box which he picks up and stares at intently. Violet eyes boring invisible holes into it. His free hand runs through his hair, dropping to his side and he reclines back, still staring at the box. Pressing a finger to the front release button it pops open revealing a ring that matched the exact style, material and type that you loved.  He had purchased it over a year ago and had just held onto it. Never knowing when the right time would be to ask you.  

He thought about asking you back to the beach where you had first started your physical relationship and proposing but felt that was too cheesy. Then he thought about doing it on your birthday but then that would take away from the importance of your special day in his mind. Springing it on you during a gaming session had also been a thought for him.  He shot that one down as well.  Too impersonal though the element of surprise did appeal to him.  Maybe he should do it during the BNY event? It celebrated something you both loved, no birthdays to worry about, wasn’t impersonal, and it had an unbeatable atmosphere. But if he did it there then it would still lack the feeling of inclusion he was looking for.

Maybe he was just overthinking it?  Sanemi shook his head and groaned. He probably should consult someone to figure out the solution to his problem but stubbornness dictated he do it by himself. Clicking the box shut he internally resolved that he would do it at the BNY event. He would figure out what the missing element was in the time before it took place and then set his plan in action for the perfect proposal.  Nodding his head he put the box back in the drawer, closed it and got up. Returning to the bedroom with a newfound resolution. He was going to finally do it. No more excuses. Settling down on top of the sheets next to your frame he pulled you closer to him and tucked you in under his chin.

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[homophyte]

plant updates time again!

it was my birthday so i got myself some nice new carnivorous babies!! but first let’s talk about garlic again.

she’s still doing pretty well with ALL that new growth, and again the immature traps seem to be staying so i think the problem was indeed fixed. honestly i’m surprised those two large traps have held out as long as they did, i figured they’d be on their last legs last week! either way i’m very excited about the new growth but a little nervous it’s so slow growing atm. i think it did go through a like, mini-dormancy or something and we’re on the tail end of it now (i hope!). again considering some changes to how i water mainly thinking about just biting the bullet and buying distilled water. i’ve been hesitant because in my area we have really good tap water and it’s been working great so far plus it just seems a waste to buy water from the store when i have it on tap…but if i don’t see more improvement i’ll probably make the switch. i might also make it because i now have TWO more carnivores to feed who have likewise picky tastes with water.

first, here’s my new sarracenia pitcher (north american pitcher plant). VERY excited about this one because they’re native in my area so should do well and in my experience VERY hardy. i’m not quite sure of the species (so many hybrids…) but i’m hoping i’ll be able to find out more when/if the color comes in. it’s in a really tiny pot cause i just got it home but i’m gonna take a more suitable one home fromy job with some more sphagnum and give it some more room. i just think he’s beautiful and ALL the new growth..! accepting name suggestions if you’ve got em.

i don’t think i’ve ever been as nervousited for a plant as i am for this nepenthes pitcher (tropical pitcher plant). this is probably the most difficult to grow plant i’ve ever had in my care but he’s so fabulous…! really hoping i don’t muck it up. my biggest worry atm is for the soil it came in which i don’t really have the ability to supplement atm, best i can do is add sphagnum :(. i know i have it in good lighting (bright diffused, between the windows and not direct) and i’m not too worried about water, but i know they’re SO finicky (flytrap dramatics aside). take a look at these traps + new growth though!

at the moment i’m trying to just be happy i have one. again not sure of the species (SO SO MANY HYBRIDS…) and i don’t have a name picked out so suggestions welcome! i’ll definitely keep updating because i’m ecstatic about my new ones!

#myposts #plants tag #carnivorous plants 🥰🥰🥰 #now i just need a sundew again lol #although butterworts have always been on my list…this is the devil talking though #i just want to do good for what i have right now and that’s the best i can offer

[hawkstincan]

okay, this is a long time overdue I guess, but I finally feel like I need a pin post. about me, this blog, my ships and all these jazz 

I came here from a space similar to a livejournal. so this blog is just a blog about whatever. if I feel like posting my old drawings, I will be posting my old drawings. or some whining about irl. or about a movie I just watched.

quite obvious english is not my first language and if i’m making little sense or some stupid mistakes it must be because of it.

that's also the reason why I am usually so slow with replies. it’s scary to communicate in my first language and even scarier in english. I am bad at communication altogether if I’m honest. but I'm trying to do my best though (on AO3 too).      

I do not let go of a fandom I once loved. I just can’t even when I want to.

I’m open for requests right now. BUT it is a slow and may take me literal YEARS.

I’m always back and forth.

I’m very attached to the voice of a character. I don't like dubbing. no matter how good it’s done. I want to hear original voices. if I watch anime it’s always with subs. I usually fall for the characters with unusual or distinctive voices or intonations or speech patterns. 

and don’t get me started on singing! I'll never shut up! I LOVED ALL MUSICAL EPISODES I’D EVER SAW! ALL OF THEM! 

Glee? i was ecstatic xD

I prefer to read low rated fics. I’m not that interested in sex scenes and high rating is almost always is about sex. so why bother and waste my time on something I'm not really interested in? I will read explicit and mature rated stories from the writers I love. because I have been reading them for years and I know I love their writing. though I most likely skip pwp. 

I can’t read d/s. even when it’s just undertones. freaks me out. just… not my thing. I tried several times.  

What I mostly read at the moment:

flaffowverse

coldflash, awww, my first otp ever

flashwave, Len must be a good friend

coldflashwave, harrisco, hartmon, goldenvibe, heatfrost (if I remember correctly)

I can read mostly any other ships if they are not breaking up coldflash, and from some writers I can read ships even when they break coldflash up (that’s very rare and new for me)   

marvel

ironwinter, ironhawk, Phil/Clint, clintasha, winterhawk, pepperony, frostiron, ironstrange

I’m a big Tony and Clint lover, if they are there and happy I most likely read and be happy with it.

merlin bbc

merwaine

just merwaine. because i saw Gwaine and was done. Gwaine stole my heart from his first appearance. 

9-1-1

buddie

come on! they should be canon by now! 

buffy the vampire slayer 

spuffy

i was into spuffy before i even saw the show. i went and watched it because of spuffy 

person of interest 

rinch

I never thought I'd be reading anything in poi fandom… I was so wrong xD 

teen wolf

steter, sterek

Stiles was the best thing in that forsaken show. don’t get me wrong — I love it. I just know it was never near perfect. or even good after season 3

our flag means death

blackbonnet

mha

bkdk

anything nice and fluffy with Tokoyami 

knb

all of it i guess? i’m in the fandom since 2015 and i think i read all the ships there at some point xD 

reborn

… let’s say Varia and Gokudera

spn

destiel

cas’s confession brought me back to watching after… long pause

star trek

sponse, spirck

that’s all I can remember right now. i’ll update it if something comes up

hanibal

hannigram

i had zero chances there. they are just that good

ted lasso

tedependent

god help me i though i was out of the woods with this fandom. but those two are so good together! James Lance is something else <3

#long post #about me #about blog #pin post #requests are open #VERY SLOW REQUESTS

[doghokage]

anon with a crush here... u told me to keep u updated and i finally got to see them again so here i am!! they came over yesterday and i cooked for them and we did a fun lil craft project (painting canvas shoes for each other (they turned out So cute)) and started a movie and then i got to go watch them perform again!! soon as theyre available again they've invited me over to their place so we can finish our movie and so i can meet their new cat (whose name is honeybee!! literally how adorable is that!!!!)

i hope this week has treated u well n that u have a fun weekend!!🥰☀️

anonnnnnn 🥺 I’m touched you remembered and omg.. I’m genuinely so happy for you!! dinner, a movie, AND painting? that honestly sounds like a dream and I’m ecstatic you got to live it :’) whatever this relationship turns into, I hope it’s fulfilling for you. PLEASE keep me updated still + give honeybee all my love 🐝❣️ forever rooting for you beloved

#and my week was actually so great :~) #sending you all my love and multiplying it by 10 💓🫶🏾 #save

[funkforbreakfast]

Do not skimp on cream cheese.

I love bagels. I wanted to claim I love bagels as much as a New Yorker loves bagels — but I’d love to confirm before I make such claims. But I LOVE bagels. And like any good bagel fan, I have a set of strict standards for bagel enjoyment. 1. Do not waste your time on store bought bagels. I’d rather go longer without bagels then eat the crumbly sweet mocks they sell at the grocery store 2. Do not skimp on cream cheese; I want the layer of cream cheese to be almost as thick as one of the bagels. 3. Do not knock an everything bagel til you’ve tried one (they are better than sesame, poppyseed, and the rest. They are chef’s kiss). I don’t care if you’re a picky eater

If you weren’t aware, I write these posts from my radio show (Bad Reception, live on WMFO Fridays @ 10a), and today there is an exceptional amount of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. I had a few liked songs from them, but was only pushed into full KGLW insanity when I worked at a nearby Bagel Shop. (Note, I am writing this sans Goldilox Bagel) If you want the best bagel you could get in Boston, you go to Goldilox. The bagels are always perfect and they have classic flavors + monthly specials. They also make their own seasoned cream cheese (trust me, I was the one stacking them) and sell lox to bring home. Overall – the perfect bagel shop. And I needed a job sophomore year and it felt right.

Setting the scene: 5am I woke up before sunrise and walked over a mile to work. As I neared the shop, the sun rose and set Medford in an orange hue. 6am I entered through the back door and B-lined into the freezer – my favorite task was sorting the cream cheeses for the next hour while I slowly woke up. One time, someone took this task from me and I vowed to never be later than her again. I sorted the cream cheeses. 7am After bringing out the first hour of cream cheeses, we threw together the bags of bagels and alphabetically organized all orders on a shelf. The first customers would begin to arrive, slowly lining up.

Some of them were parents, finishing their morning runs, bringing bagels home to their family. Others came with their dogs, or dogs, or neighbor’s dogs. Some people seemed grouchy. Others ecstatic for their sandwich. Most ordered ahead (as Goldilox recommended). Others ordered there, and suffered the consequences of not having their bagel or spread of choice. The anthropologist foodie in me would feel my heart flutter — a neighborhood brought together by bagels.

However, bagel shop hours are almost always absurd (well, absurd to the non-baker) and waking up at 5am to come into work for 6am on the weekend during my first couple of real months at college proved difficult.

1. I was almost always hungover

2. the lack of sleep domino’d into a month long cocktail of different infectious diseases.

So I quit. And that sucked. It was a great place to work. The staff were amazing and really cared about us.

Update: my show got cut off early!! So much for my 2 hours of funky tunes. But I couldn’t help but think “what a great day for a bagel?” (Inspired by the blog I had spent the first hour writing).

Truthfully, it wasn’t a great day for a bagel. It was beaming hot. Sweat collected on my forehead and cheeks and pooled in my eyebrows. When I bit into my bagel, cream cheese oozed out onto my hands. I trimmed the salmon off from the sides after they inevitably left the sandwich. After one half, I thought, “Maybe it’s best to save the rest for an air conditioned room.” By 11:20, Goldilox felt like a ghost town. It was only me and another patron waiting on our orders – a contrast from the line being around the block. But I couldn’t help but feel the liveliness that this bagel shop brought to a neighborhood corner.

[costzoo21]

The Basic Principles Of 30 Movies Like The Notebook You Should Watch Next

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Ya, we’re getting in touch with all men out who claim they performn’t! Right now you, and all our friends, got a bunch of questions concerning how we’d have a great connection with anyone, or how we ought to care regarding various other people’’’…that actually’s quite tough to talk to for an response when you are standing next off to your sweetheart and he simply isn’t happy being around you, is it? Because The Notebook reached therefore a lot of individuals’s enchanting edge, you must be right here browsing for additional flicks like it to fulfill your charming soul. Here are some favorites for you to pick coming from as well. 1. I Observe You Currently, Part II is all regarding the tale of a female coming of grow older along with a really tiny kid. I Am You, Part X is around a young female coming down to university for a summer's rest. Well, the great updates is that there are quite a few really great enchanting motion pictures out certainly there that you may not have observed. Right now that the hype diminish, after that look to your regional library. There are actually plenty of accounts concerning widely known writers – even the most well-known fictional ones – but these accounts all focus on enchanting partnerships and love, not love itself – thus be tolerant, if you may discover anything along with intimate tales based on romance, after that be prepared for the worst! Right now, some of these may get you a little bit of teary-eyed but in the end, it’s nearly always worth it! As an afterthought, below are seven wonderful Halloween accounts you'll be listening to around Halloween. 1. 'A Extremely Hungry Ghost' We're not exactly certain where this account came coming from but this haunted residence in Minnesota most likely obtained us a little bit of ecstatic for a while. Below are our leading picks for the finest flicks like The Laptop: The Longest Ride, The Fault In Our Celebrity, Titanic, La La Land, Most definitely Perhaps, Me Before You, Dear John, Blue Valentine 1. Emma Stone (2001) It's tough for me to talk about a flick that I actually don't wish to speak concerning all the opportunity. There are so many flicks I miss. But it's constantly difficult to maintain thinking regarding it all the opportunity. Titanic Details Ratings Cast Title Personality Where To View To kick off our checklist of motion pictures like The Notebook, we possess a classic and possibly one of the ideal and very most well-known films ever before developed. We at that point go down one by one in to the past to discover out what is the absolute best. Check out out for new incidents like "The Simpsons". The series is extremely effectively produced as has been shown on a bunch of the major reached systems and is prepared in America and Canada. This is likewise one of the films that jump-started Leo’s profession. Now in its third month, it has likewise dealt with to link all together three of Cinefantastique's original access, while still having a specific top quality to it. There were actually six movies regarding the original characters, but three of them were not located on the existing motion picture world. The rest were not directly related to the film they were regarding. It’s one of those movies that everyone should be required to enjoy. What's it like viewing this film in its initial form? And how does it feel to be in it?". The response: In a specific kind of sense. There were a great deal of films concerning this things I loved when I was growing up; there's additional of a concentration on the work's emotional meaning in evaluation to the various other works.

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[the-letter-horror-lover]

Picture Frames on the Mantle

Kuudere_Aquarian

Summary:

Originally written 2012/2013 and published on FF.net under the pen name Fallen-Autumn-Leaves by the titles: " Earth Day" "Valentine's Day" "I'll Be There For You Through It All" "The Wonderful World of Alois Trancy"

Edited and updated 6/2020 to try to improve the quality.

A collection of Drabbles in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, summary in chapter notes.

Chapter 1: Holidays at Phantomhive Manor: BardxOFC and FinnyxOFC

Chapter 2: By Your Side: Prince SomaxOFC

Chapter 3: Under Your Spell ReaderxTrancy Household, ReaderxClaude, AloisxOFC

Chapter 1: Holidays at Phantomhive Manor

Summary:

Earth Day: OFCxFinny Finny and Amy are spending the day in the garden planting trees for Earth Day. Finny gets too excited.

Valentine's Day: BardxOFC Meredith, Lizzie's sister, wants to make chocolates for Valentine's. Bard's ready to help.

Chapter Text

Earth Day

"Earth Day! Earth Day, plant some trees it's Earth Day!~" Amy sung helping Finny in the garden. It was a beautiful day to be outside! The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and even Pluto frolicked in the expansive Phantomhive lawn.

Finny was whistling as he planted new trees and weeded around the existing ones. But in his joy, he didn't regulate his strength and uprooted a tree.

Amy got very attached to the plants in the garden. A few she didn't even let Sebastian tend to as they were her "special babies." Though Amy's job at the manor did not include gardening, she found it relaxing and so made time in her schedule to spend an hour or so each day helping to tend to the flowers, shrubs, and trees surrounding the manor.

Tears came to her green eyes and she couldn't help but cry out, "Bassy! Finny's killing trees again! On Earth Day, too!" Finny hastily tried to fix it, but the damage was done. He sighed in resignation of the scolding to come...

Valentines Day

"Bard, can you help me make chocolates for Valentine's Day?" Meredith asked the Phantomhive cook. As an older sister figure to Ciel and actual older sister to his fiancée Elizabeth Midford, she was ofter over at the manor. She decided to take advantage of the downtime she had as Ciel attended to some paperwork to make chocolates for the household and her sister Lizzie as a treat.

However, she didn't take into account who the cook of the estate was. Bard grinned, ecstatic that she had asked him, and proceeded to pull out his flamethrower.

"...Um, nevermind. I'll ask Sebastian." and with her blonde locks flying behind her, she scurried away.

A loud "BOOM!" followed.

Chapter 2: By Your Side

Summary:

Prince SomaxOFC

A Drabble about the relationship between the Prince and my OFC

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

I was with my master when he first heard that Ciel forgot about him and their friendship. I was pouring tea and setting out refreshments for the master with the odd butler of the young Phantomhive. My short brown hair kept getting in my blue eyes so I'd constantly be pushing it out of the way.

I am the Prince's maid you see, Maria. I like my master, he isn't cruel or mean, he is actually quite nice! But right now, he was heartbroken.

After being left with me by the butler, he cried for hours.

Even now, weeks later, he is in a slump. There is nothing I can do but let him cry on my shoulder. Luckily though we plan to drop in on the main Phantomhive estate soon. Maybe seeing the prince will jog Ciel's memory. It'll definitely cheer up my master.

Oh! There he goes again, what set him off this time? He leans against me, wondering out loud why the Phantomhive boy doesn't remember. I dry his tears and murmur reassurances.

Notes:

This sucks....majorly! I don't remember what I originally wanted to portray or the feelings that drove this....Sorry!

Chapter 3: Under Your Spell

Summary:

Servants: ReaderxTrancy Household Reader meets the Trancy household.

Saint Patrick's Day: ReaderxClaude Claude is annoyed by the reader.

Step to the Beat of my Heart:AloisxOFC Anna's a regular Cinderella but she doesn't lose her hard working nature.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Servants

As you were introduced to the Trancy servants, you zoned out. You probably should've been paying attention, but and instead you were entranced by the opulence around you in the Trancy Mansion.

As you tuned back in, you realized you didn't know any of the names of your new coworkers. You decided just to give them all nicknames, you'd probably forget their real names in a few hours anyway. You looked at the demon triplets. Pointing to each in turn, you exclaimed "You're Eeny...Meeny...and Miney!"

You then turned to Hannah, "And you're Moe!"

She seemed annoyed and put out, the twins did not seem to care. The only one you knew, Claude, was off buying more silverware for the manor. And your new lord, Alois...

Well, Alois was laughing his face off from the steps.

St. Patricks Day

Claude watched as you glided in the room, deked out in a green dress, shoes, and multiple necklaces.

You had four-leaf clovers braided in your hair.

He sighed, he found Alois' childhood friend annoying and eccentric.

His Highness himself looked up from his breakfast at your arrival.

"(Y/N)!~ What's the occasion?"

"It's Saint Patricks Day!"

You were met with a confused face, "What's it celebrate?"

"...I don't know!~"

"What's the point?"

"You get to pinch anyone not wearing green and...well, thats about it...I think."

Claude sighed at your stupidity.

Step to the Beat of My Heart

Inspired by "Somebody to Love" by Justin Bieber

Alois leaned against the doorjamb and watched his love, Anna, as she helped Claude set the table.

No matter how many times he told her, Claude was there to do it, it was his job. But Anna liked to help the demon butler, ever since he and Alois found her on the streets, dirty, poor and alone, she had felt that she needed to repay them, whether it was helping Claude in the kitchen, Hannah with laundry, or the triplets with the horses. It always left Alois pouting because it limited the time he could spend with her. Of course, she loved Alois even then.

Outsiders could think that she "liked" him in a bid to repay him for saving her from the streets. But she didn't feel the need to like him because he saved her, she liked him simply because she did.

Claude was currently in the kitchen, dishing up one of his delicious meals.

Alois smiled at Anna, she had stepped back and was now studying her work.

She turned to him,"Are they straight, do you think?" her eyes questioning.

He smiled and said,"Of course." -though he hadn't looked at the place settings. At Anna's smile, he didn't spare a thought more of the table.

Alois on an impulse, leveraged himself into the room, grabbed her hand and danced her across the floor. Their laughter rang throughout the mansion.

...step to the beat of my heart...

Notes:

As a kid, no one told me why we celebrated some holidays like St. Patrick's Day. All I knew for the longest time was that you had to wear green and color shamrocks in art class. Isn't it strange that sometimes we celebrate things because they are tradition rather than actually stopping to wonder what those days/events/holidays/people actually mean to us?

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The Beauty is a Beast

grelleswife

Summary:

When police officer Mally Noah uncovers sinister activities behind a string of missing child cases, she's determined to bring the culprits to justice. However, after the very system for which she works turns against her, she may have to go rogue.

Notes:

Beast's first name here, Mally, is taken from the anime adaptation of the circus arc.

This small fic is connected to a larger AU I have in mind that is (very) loosely inspired by Birds of Prey. Let's just say that Grelle is a little like Harley Quinn and leads the other Kuro ladies in rebellion against wicked government schemes, the patriarchy, etc. However, the present fic is focused on Beast's origin story as a member of Grelle's girl gang, the Scarlet Women.

I know next to nothing about how the police system works, so please forgive my inaccuracies!

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Throughout England, children were disappearing.

Children with no parents and no place to call home, forced to make do on scraps and the public’s condescending pity, snatched from street corners.

Children whose mothers had more offspring than they could keep an eye on, wandering out of their cramped, rundown apartments never to be seen again.

Children whose parents worked late hours in grim factories to make ends meet, vanishing off the face of the earth on their way home from school.

No one could account for this spike in cases, but all of them remained unsolved. Officer Mally Noah wanted to change that. There was supposed to be more to her profession than handing out speeding tickets and answering prank emergency calls. Someone had to help these kids, and if the higher-ups were taking their sweet time, maybe she could glean a few insights on her own.

Mally was a cop, but she’d made a few underworld connections. You had to keep your ear to the ground in her line of work. One of those informants, the kooky mortician whose bangs perpetually covered his eyes, insinuated that the disappearances were linked.

“A big fat spider reeling in itty bitty flies, my dear,” he giggled. God, that man gave her the creeps. But when she pressed him for more details, he offered her lukewarm tea and a biscuit disconcertingly similar to a dog treat instead.

“Certain things are best left well enough alone, my dear,” he cackled.

Mally left his establishment more anxious and frustrated than when she’d arrived, wracking her brains as she puzzled over her next move.

“Maybe Doll’s heard something…”

Doll (or Freckles, depending on how they felt on a given day), was a homeless kid with a brutal burn scar down the side of their face from what Mally believed to be past domestic abuse. Though skittish around most law enforcement, Doll had gradually taken a shine to Mally, who they called “big sis,” and would occasionally give her tidbits of information if she asked politely. With a piece of Funtom Candy or two thrown in to sweeten the deal. They lived a semi-nomadic existence with a small, loosely-organized band of friends, making a regular circuit of London every several months. Kids were more observant than adults gave them credit for; Doll might have seen shady goings-on related to the missing child cases.

After making a quick dash into the nearest Funtom store to stock up on lollies, Mally walked to a nearby park that was one of Doll’s favorite haunts. The kid could be hard to locate, but luck smiled on Mally this time. She spotted her young friend sitting on a low-hanging tree branch and casually kicking their legs. Doll brightened, gave her a gap-toothed grin, and waved so vigorously that Mally was scared they’d topple off the branch.

“Hey, big sis!” they called. Doll hopped down and raced towards her.

Mally stooped to give them a quick hug. “Hey, Doll!” she laughed.

“That ain’t m’name, big sis. Right now it’s Freckles,” they corrected her, sticking out their tongue.

Mally didn’t entirely understand why they switched between being “Freckles” and “Doll,” but that was their business. She just tried to use the right name and respect who they were.

“Sorry about that, love. I was wondering if you could lend me a hand…”

Mally quickly explained the situation and offered her first lolly as tribute. Worry darkened their tanned face for a second, but then Freckles eagerly accepted the lolly and stuffed in their mouth.

“Think I seen somethin’ that might help ya.”

Last Tuesday, Freckles had been “hangin’ around” a seedy back alley. By now, Mally knew better than to ask what exactly Freckles had been doing there in the first place, but they readily told her about the exchange they’d witnessed while hidden in the shadows. Two sleek black vans had pulled in. The first one opened to spit out six battered, frightened children, herded along by a stranger with a broad-brimmed hat and a bandana covering the lower half of their face. Two distinctive-looking men emerged from the second. It had been hard to see fine details given how far away the nearest streetlamp was. However, Freckles described one of them as “blond and skinnier’n a toothpick. Needed a haircut, and dressed to the nines in white. Bloke was tryin’ to look like a movie star, I reckon. I’d say he reminded me of a rat, but rats are cute. And his smile gave you goosebumps. Not the good kind.”

His partner was “fat as a pig, with a tophat and this freaky mask covering his face. Like a…a clown or summat.” According to Freckles, the two men had handed the stranger several thick stacks of pound notes, hastily loaded the children into their van, shaken the stranger’s hand, and driven off into the night.

“Scared the hell out of me,” Freckles concluded. Normally, nothing could rattle their confidence—in fact, Mally often worried for the brazen street urchin’s safety—but the spectacle they’d witnessed had left them visibly shaken. They looked a trifle paler than usual, and they shifted restlessly from foot to foot, glancing around nervously as if those menacing vans might reappear at any moment.

Although Freckles’ descriptions gave an incomplete picture, Mally was almost certain she knew who the two men were. A tall, blond would-be fashionista in white? That sounded an awful lot like notorious singer, actor, and dancer Aleister Chamber, who’d developed something akin to a cult following. Under the stage name Druitt, he’d made England’s girls swoon as a teen heartthrob and lead singer of the boy band Phoenix, eventually striking out on his own in what had proven to be a lucrative career. Druitt had a reputation for being a party animal, and his lifestyle resulted in occasional brushes with the law. Drugs, booze, sleazy dealings—the usual. But dark rumors swirled around the golden-haired star.

More than once, Druitt had been accused of preying on minors, unsuspecting fans lured in by his charm. The scandals inevitably fizzled out before landing in court…but Druitt did like his partners on the younger side. 15 years younger at least, often more.

There were whispers of sinister goings-on at some of those parties, of darkened rooms in Druitt’s mansion where worshippers wearing cloaks and masks performed satanic rituals. It sounded too crazy to be believed…but Druitt’s fascination with fringe religions and the occult was no secret.

One tabloid boldly claimed that Druitt dabbled in the black market for organs and other body parts. There was barely a scrap of proof to back up their would-be exposé…but the tabloid folded shortly after publishing that article. When Mally had done a little digging out of professional curiosity, she discovered that the reporter who’d written it had been found dead on her couch after a heroin overdose. Open-and-shut case. The police breezed through it quickly. Almost too quickly, considering her lack of a criminal record, any previous drug abuse, or even a medical history that would have called for prescription opioids. Mally didn’t like it.

A corpulent man with an old-fashioned hat and a full face mask? It had to be Kelvin.

He’d inherited a king’s ransom in family money, made thousands more in investments, and earned a few additional millions after establishing himself as an entertainment mogul with Kelvin Film Studios. Kelvin funneled the bulk of his wealth into charitable causes, including literacy programs, over a dozen orphanages, animal rights activism, and much more, and he’d received numerous accolades for his humanitarian work. He was squeaky-clean on the surface, but Mally had long suspected there were maggots beneath the varnish.

The man was obsessed with ideals of beauty. However, instead of collecting paintings or sculptures, Kelvin packed his manor with massive cases of porcelain dolls. In interviews, he’d explained that he loved their perfect proportions, flawless porcelain skin, and bright, twinkling eyes. The homely Kelvin emulated their example, and he’d spent God knows how much on plastic surgery. It never had the desired effect, though. If you looked at photos of him through the years, Kelvin looked progressively more unnatural with each procedure, sliding deeper into the uncanny valley. The surgeries grew more frequent and extensive. The sorry business culminated in a botched operation that ruined his face beyond repair. Ever since, Kelvin lived as a recluse and never let himself be seen or photographed without a mask. After an ugly divorce, his wife told reporters that he’d gone mad, that he spent hours staring at his dolls, and that “those damn Phantomhives” were to blame for his declining mental health, although she didn’t specify how. But the former Mrs. Kelvin had suffered a nervous breakdown shortly thereafter, so who could say how much of the story was true?

Kelvin’s orphanages were respectable, well-run establishments, but there was an odd tendency for an orphan here or there to die of unexpected causes. Rare genetic conditions, aggressive childhood cancers, freak accidents when the kid had been playing where they shouldn’t. The reason varied, but the end result was always the same: The child disappeared completely, as if they’d never existed, their only funeral a “private ceremony” that the press wasn’t allowed to attend.

After hearing what Freckles had to say, Mally was starting to get a clearer picture, and it was turning out damn ugly. It would look suspicious if weird things happened to too many children from Kelvin’s homes, which meant it would make sense for him to “outsource.” Did that explain the collusion with Druitt? But what the hell did they want these kids for in the first place?

“An’ that ain’t all,” Freckles continued, speaking around their lolly. “My mates have seen ‘em, too. Dagger spotted the two blokes last week talkin’ to this little girl who’d gotten lost and was out on the street late at night. At first he thought they were nice chaps just tryin’ to help her get back to her parents. But then a coupla buses passed in front of him—Dagger was on the other side of the street ‘cross from them—an’ when the buses were gone, he didn’t see the gents or the girl anywhere. He had a weird feelin’ about the whole thing…Oh yeah! An’ sister Wendy was near Druitt’s place for…uh…for business,” Freckles scuffed their feet and looked away furtively, “and thought she saw some kids brought in the back way. They came in one o’ those black vans, too.”

Mally’s worry intensified. The undertaker hadn’t been lying when he compared Kelvin to a spider. How far did this web reach?

“Would you and your friends be willing to talk about this with an inspector, hun?” she asked gently. Rich bastards like Kelvin and Druitt were more slippery than eels. She’d need official testimony to even hope to open an investigation against them.

Freckles shook their head in adamant refusal. “Hell no. I don’t talk to cops. Nor my mates, neither,” they said flatly.

“You talk to me, love.”

“Yeah, but you’re different, big sis. You’re nice. The others ‘re just arseholes.”

However, after several minutes of coaxing (plus an additional Funtom lolly) Freckles agreed, on the condition that they, Dagger and Wendy hold the interview away from both the police station and their own base of operations.

“Don’t want the boys in blue knowin’ where we live,” they insisted. Mally conceded they had a point; other officers were much harsher towards the ragamuffins eking out a living in London’s sewers and alleyways.

“You be careful, you hear? And if you see those men again, don’t stick around; run.” Mally fretted about Freckles enough as it was. It made her blood run cold to think of what might happen if they fell into Kelvin’s and Druitt’s clutches.

Freckles laughed and put their hands on their hips. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, big sis. If that fatty tries to grab me, I’ll outrun ‘im by a mile!”

Mally ruffled their hair and tried to quell the unease churning her stomach.

Luckily, she knew at least one man she could trust: Inspector Fred Abberline. That was why she pulled him aside for a hushed conference later that day.

“I think this could be huge, Fred.”

He was aghast. “You’re right. We need to look into this at once…those poor children!” Abberline was a softhearted bloke, and he’d taken a keen interest in the cluster of missing children’s cases.

Mally took him to speak with Freckles, Dagger, and Wendy, who warily gave their testimony. By the time they’d finished, Mally’s and Fred’s shifts were drawing to a close, but Abberline was bursting with excitement.

“I’ll share these notes with Randall first thing tomorrow morning!”

Adrenaline rushed through Mally’s veins during her bus ride home that evening. The thrill of the hunt as she closed in on her quarry. She was shooting for big game, but Mally didn’t back down from a challenge.

The next day, however, Abberline approached her gray-faced and trembling.

Mally’s good spirits sank. “Is everything okay?”

“Randall was furious. Chewed me out for a good half hour—you know how he gets. Basically said we’d be sacked if we tried to pursue this any further.”

Mally stood in stunned silence before erupting in fury. “What?!” she roared.

“H-he says the word of a few street rats isn’t good enough, that we’re just trying to stir up trouble—"

“Oh, I’ll give him trouble, if he wants it,” Mally spat, stalking towards Randall’s office.

Abberline grabbed her sleeve.

“I know you’re angry. I get it. I’m as upset about it as you. But you know that losing your temper doesn’t—"

“I’ll give that stiff-necked son of a bitch a piece of my mind, and then some!” Mally declared as she strode ahead like a bloodthirsty general leading troops into battle. People in her way scurried aside quicker than the Red Sea parted before Moses; Mally’s fiery temper was not to be trifled with, and had caused her to butt heads with Randall on many occasions prior to this one.

Of course, it had ended as badly as Abberline warned.

“But sir—”

“I said, that’s enough, Officer Noah.” Randall surveyed her coldly over his spectacles. “The Kelvin case—if there was a case to begin with—is closed. Let it go, and put it behind you.”

“Let it go?! These men are a menace! Eyewitness accounts implicated them in human trafficking, for Christ’s sake!"

“I’m a busy man, Officer Noah. We’ve already got enough trouble on our hands with Sutcliff’s merry band running amuck. I don’t have time to waste on wild accusations against one of London’s most respected philanthropists. Please see yourself out, madame. Now.” Randall gave her one last steely glare and then directed his attention to reshuffling his paperwork. Mally had effectively been dismissed.

She stormed off, slamming the door behind her and stalking back to her office in disbelief. The beleaguered policewoman sat at her desk, put her head in her hands, and sighed wearily.

“Had a run-in with the old bastard, did you?” Joker asked in sympathy. She looked up to see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s one way to put it,” Mally growled. She angrily recounted the whole tale to her friend. After she finished, he paused for a moment before replying.

“I dunno…I think I’m with Abberline on this one. You might just need to keep yer head down fer now.”

“But Joker! I thought you’d understand, at least!”

His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, Mal, but there’s nothin’ you can do about it. Randall’s an arsehole, but this is one time you might actually want to follow his advice.”

“Put it behind me? While Kelvin and Druitt are doing God knows what with those kids?”

Joker’s mouth twisted to the side.

“You know I don’t mean it like that, lass. It’s just…When a person’s rich like Kelvin and Druitt are, we can’t touch ‘em. No matter how much shit they wade through, they’ll come out smelling of roses.”

“That’s not the way it ought to be,” Mally snarled through gritted teeth. She hadn’t joined the force to tiptoe around fat, disgusting old men.

“But it’s the way things are. If you aren’t careful, you could wind up in a spot of trouble yerself.”

Mally straightened and gave him a sharp look.

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”

Her partner shook his head and lowered his voice.

“It could be dangerous if you don’t drop this case, Mal. Kelvin has connections. You don’t want to get on the bad side of a man like that.”

“I don’t think men in masks are gonna drag me away like I’m in a B-level spy film,” Mally rolled her eyes.

“Well, jus’…please look out fer yerself, okay?”

“Sure,” she replied curtly.

Joker gave her a sad smile and a wave of his prosthetic hand before leaving her be.

Mally hung her head despondently. Even Joker didn’t seem willing to back her up. They’d entered the force at around the same time, and he’d been her partner on patrol for years. Joker was born without a right hand, just like Mally was missing a leg, and he’d never mocked her prosthetic behind her back the way some of these arseholes at the station did. His off-the-wall sense of humor often had her in stitches—he’d even juggle on occasion if he’d had a few beers. He was a damn good cop, too, and she could count on him to have her back if things went south. Why the hell had he gotten so spineless all of a sudden? The bitter taste of disappointment clung to the back of her tongue, like the foul, tepid coffee they served in the lounge.

Then, Mally sat bolt upright. Randall refused to listen, but even he had superiors. She logged into her desktop (drumming her fingers impatiently when the damn thing took its usual ten minutes lagtime to load) and started furiously typing an email. She wasn’t gonna let this go, not by a long shot.

Joker’s voice sounded in her mind.

Look out fer yerself.

She suppressed a cold shiver as she recalled the reporter who’d tried to blow the whistle on Druitt. But something like that wouldn’t happen to her. Mally was smart and knew how to defend herself. Justice would be served. She’d see to that.

Justice didn’t get served. Instead, Mally received a summons to Randall’s office the next day. Even before she walked in, she knew shit was going to hit the fan. When Randall called for you, heads were about to roll. Usually yours.

The edges of her vision shrank as he handed out the verdict, and a dull roar sounded in her ears. However, she clearly heard the words “unforgivable insubordination” and “troublemaker” and “fired.” Mally was so numb with rage and incredulity that she couldn’t even whisper, let alone roar the way she wanted too.

She had 24 hours to pack her things and leave the station. A few of her colleagues gave her sympathetic looks as she trudged to her office, but no one dared to help her. That might make them guilty by association in Randall’s eyes.

Joker passed her in the hall while she was carrying her box of office supplies with her on the way out. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then shook his head and rushed past, his face ashen. Mally stared after him in outraged disbelief. He hadn’t said a proper goodbye, or spoken with her at all that day. It was like he was deliberately trying to avoid her.

“Bugger it. I don’t need him, anyway,” she muttered as she trudged to the bus stop. Mally knew how office politics could be, but she and Joker were friends. Or so she’d thought, at least.

One month later

Mally sat cross-legged on her sofa, sullenly munching on a stale chocolate chip cookie and staring at the news broadcast on the telly without really watching it. She wore nothing but sweat pants and a ratty crop top, plus an old quilt thrown around her shoulders for comfort.

Mally had been frantically jobhunting day and night. Anything would do. She couldn’t afford to be picky. Although she had a small nest egg tucked away in the bank for a rainy day, the rent for this place wasn’t cheap. Mally could last two more months here without getting evicted, maybe three if she skimped on groceries. She needed a steady income, and fast, but every place to which she’d applied had turned her down. Several of the places had rejected her application outright once they’d seen her name. When she went to one restaurant in person to introduce herself and turn in her resume, the manager blanched, backed away, and shook his head.

“If you take my advice, you’ll leave London. Better yet, leave the country. Take a nice vacation somewhere sunny and far away from here. It’s a bad idea around once you’ve been blacklisted.”

Blacklisted? That was when Mally realized, to her growing alarm, that Joker may have had a point about not crossing Kelvin and Druitt. Powerful men with connections…the kind of connections that could make you virtually employable. Erase you.

She swallowed the last of her cookie with difficulty (her mouth had gone dry), brushed the crumbs from her fingers, and hugged her knees to her chest.

Tears welled up in Mally’s eyes. This wasn’t the way she’d thought things would go. She remembered her younger self first training to become a police officer, bright-faced and hopeful, convinced that she was going to make the world a better place. That was a laugh. She hadn’t counted on working with a bunch of bastards always ready to sneak a look at her arse or make snide remarks about how tight her uniform was in front. It wasn’t her bloody fault she was a size D! She’d grossly underestimated the corruption, the extent to which officers abused their power against the most vulnerable citizens, and the depressing regularity with which affluent wrongdoers got off scot-free while the disadvantaged were pummeled for committing minor offenses.

She’d been stupid to think she could change anything, and damn stupid to believe she could go up against Kelvin and Druitt and emerge unscathed. And what about Doll and their friends? Mally realized in horror that she may have put them in danger, too. She had to warn them…

As she clambered to her feet, her ears pricked up at the news anchor’s voice.

“…the latest exploits of the “Scarlet Women” terrorizing London have police and Scotland Yard scrambling…” he intoned.

Mally had been so mired in her own misery that she wasn’t keeping up with current events like she should, but the Scarlet Women were the talk of London. An all-woman gang led by former night club performer Grelle Sutcliff, the vigilantes targeted abusers, child molesters, corrupt politicians, and others who deserved to rot in prison but still walked free to cause more harm. When the law failed to bring these people to justice, the Scarlet Women did the job, often with a generous helping of blood and gore on the side. They’d made headlines over the last several months, and evidence suggested that new members were joining their ranks.

The more conservative newspapers and codgers like Randall denounced the Scarlet Women as a public menace, but Mally wasn’t so sure. Their methods could be violent, but their “victims” sure as hell weren’t innocent.

“People cannot take justice into their own hands,” the reporter droned on, seated at his desk with the pompous, bloated self-assurance of a toad perched on a tree stump. “Yes, our legal system has its flaws, but…”

“You’re damn right it has flaws,” Mally growled while she clenched her hands. She’d tried to raise the alarm about Druitt and Kelvin the “right” way, and look where it had gotten her. But maybe Sutcliff’s Scarlet Women could have stopped them. Setting the whole rotten establishment ablaze…

She was jolted out of these thoughts by a frantic rapping at the window. Mally’s eyes narrowed. A burglar, or some stupid kid who’d climbed up the building on a dare?

Or a trap? If Mally really was on some sort of “blacklist” of Kelvin’s enemies, she should be wary. Dashing to her bedroom, she removed her gun from the drawer and flipped off the safety. Then, she advanced, slowly and cautiously, holding the weapon in front of her. However, Mally lowered the gun in astonishment when she saw whose face was pressed against the window.

She raced ahead and opened it.

“Wendy! What are you doing here? Come on inside, love.”

The young woman gracefully vaulted into the living room while Mally closed the window. Due to a medical condition, Wendy was about the height of a primary school girl, but in actuality she was close to Mally’s age. Mally knew from Doll’s stories that Wendy was agile as a cat, and fully capable of scaling a skyscraper if need be. Her friend always clammed up when Mally pressed them about why Wendy did so much climbing in the first place, though the former policewoman suspected petty thievery had something to do with it. But Wendy was one of the group’s main breadwinners; Mally couldn’t investigate her and risk her arrest in good conscience.

“We ain’t got much time, sis,” Wendy panted. Her eyes darted to and fro, like a frightened squirrel that senses a hawk overhead. “If we don’t get a move on, they’ll get’cher, and Freckles wouldn’t like that. Nor would I. Ye’ve always been good to us—”

Mally held up a hand. “Wait, hun…what’s going on? I don’t understand.”

“It’s Kelvin’s and Druitt’s lot. They’re comin’ for yer, on their way now.”

Mally took a step back.

“Not much time ter explain. Doll spotted some blokes gettin’ in a black van, talkin’ bout how they was goin’ ter take care of Mally Noah, an’ back to me flippin’ their lid and sayin’ we had ter help ye. I’m small, but I’m fast, ‘specially with my gear.”

It was then that Mally noticed the rappelling equipment Wendy wore.

For a moment, she blinked in a daze.

“How far away are they?” she finally asked.

“With traffic the way it is…’bout ten minutes tops. I know a way we can go on foot, to get back ter our place. Ye can lay low there fer a while, if ye’d like.”

“Thank you,” Mally breathed, snapping back to attention. If Wendy hadn’t warned her…but there was no time to dwell on that now.

“I can pack a suitcase in five.”

Wendy nodded tensely, and Mally tore back to her room, throwing in a few outfits and toiletries.

While rifling through the closet, she noticed the coiled whip lying in the corner. It was a family heirloom. Her grandma’s. Mally had never known Nana Betty, but Ma told her that she worked with a circus troupe as an animal tamer. When she was a kid, Mally had dreamed of following in her footsteps, and would sometimes sneak into her Ma’s room to fool around with the whip and pretend she was training a tiger to jump through flaming hoops. After Ma’s death from leukemia, Mally kept the whip as a reminder of happier times. She wasn’t sure what made her grab it now and stuff it in the suitcase, but this was no time for reflection when death was minutes away.

“This way, sis,” Wendy beckoned once she emerged from the room with suitcase in hand. Together, they crept out the back of Mally’s apartment complex and slipped away into the night.

Almost as soon as they left, a sleek black van pulled up a few blocks from the apartment. Three shadowy figures crept out, stealthily making their way to the building where their quarry lived, using a few tricks to open the back door, and picking the lock to the nosy policewoman’s room. They entered with weapons at the ready, prepared to eliminate the nuisance. Where was she?

They ransacked the room from top to bottom, turning the place upside down in mounting fury. To no avail. Mally Noah was gone.

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#black butler fanfiction

[loudlittleecho]

Monster High: The Movie. 2022

Oh my ghoul, I love it.

I’m a fan from g1. I watched the webseries and all the movies- only managed to get one doll of my own, but man, she is so special to me.

g2 came and went, life was very busy for me- I watched the movie, Welcome to Monster High, watched a few of the clips from the webseries—thought it was cute but not my style, still glad Monster High was around.

g3 hints drop; I am ecstatic— see the reproduction dolls- (Not all the ghouls, sadly)- welcome them, but really looking forward to the new series.

Finally! A trailer. Hints at the live action- I am confused but pleased, Monster High is still here.

The doll images come out! I’m concerned about two. Cleo now has blue hair (Similar to Nefera? Not the exact shade, but I do wonder what her updated self will look like. . . ), and Lagoona is pink. Well, not the Lagoona I’m familiar with, but I’m sure she’ll be popular with a new audience.

I saw the hate about the movie, and yes, there is plenty to critique— but all in all, it’s not a bad movie! It’s funny, has some cute props, and the message is wholesome.

It’s for a new generation of fans. A new group of kids who don’t know how they belong in this wide world.

I’m excited for the animated series. I’m happy for the live-action movie. I am so pleased that Monster High is still here. 🖤

(Spoiler)

I really hope to see some incarnation of Jackson and Holt in the cartoon. Maybe a half-brother/younger brother situation? A separate family?

#monster high #monster high g3 #monster high: the movie

[academygreys]

When did among us blow up

#WHEN DID AMONG US BLOW UP HOW TO#

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Twitch has a tendency to snowball like this. However, that wasn’t really much compared to the current explosion in interest. It came out in 2018, and was relatively popular for a short period. The children of Jim Crow walk among us, and they have stories to tell. Why is Among Us Breaking Now The weirdest thing about Among Us is that it has taken so long to break out.

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The strategy on how to not get caught as the impostor varies from player to player, but we know if you read these tips you have a strong chance of victory. I do not know if he scolded me, he almost certainly did. It’s both entertaining and chaotic to kill your friends and make them turn on each other in search of who’s responsible for their dwindling team. People you love tend to blow up, dont they Thats what turned Superman into one of the most evil dictators ever. In Among Us, the impostors are the killers who hide undetected by the crewmates. Most players understand the straightforward goals of crewmates: to do their tasks and to stay alive. If you own a Nintendo Switch, a Steam account, or even a smartphone, you can easily play this game with your own friend group or people anywhere in the world online. 9:00 AM Among Us Was Hit With Pro-Trump Spam The attack comes just days after US representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez played the game in a wildly popular Twitch stream. The costume is huge and very light weight. Updated Novemby Staci Srebro: Among Us remains an incredibly popular game for its accessibility and frequent updates to its maps and gameplay. When they saw the costumes they were ecstatic This orange among us costume is great. The game is most enjoyable when the impostors keep the crew members on their toes at all times, scared to go anywhere.

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Nobody watches a murder mystery movie where the killer is easily identifiable. We also have a high-standard team, qualified by authorized organizations to ensure products are of the highest quality. However, when the impostors know what they are doing, they can strike fear into the hearts of all the crew members and will cause utter chaos. Less than a month later, atomic bombs were dropped on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and. RELATED: Among Us: Ways It’s The Best Imposter Game Ever And A Few Imposter Games That Are Better The United States detonates the world's first atomic bomb at a test site in New Mexico on July 16, 1945. If the impostors do not do a good job, the game can be quite boring. The wildly popular game can go a couple of different ways. Few games have the ability to devolve into a friendly shouting match between friends as quickly as Among Us does.

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Well I got botw today and I am still absolutely ecstatic from when I got it

the only problem is that my parents took it from me to give it to me as a birthday gift because they don’t know what to get me

(they also did this with a cute jacket I got today but that’s irrelevant)

and a tonne of botw stuff has come up on my feed and it feels like torture that I just can’t *grabs game and puts it in the slot*

But anyways Sidon

my dad has wanted to play botw since it came out so he’ll probably get the dlc so I get to see baby Sidon

unrelated again but when I was writing that last paragraph I had my music on full blast and I felt something and I started shaking and now my wrist hurts because I shook it too much

I went from depressed to absolutely livid again in the span of a second because of the ghostbusters theme on full blast and I think that’s an accurate representation of me 90% of the time

I have not once seen any ghostbusters films I wasn’t allowed to

I wonder if I’m gore obsessed now because I wasn’t allowed anything with even a tiny bit of violence when I was little

the child also now thinks they have autism for some reason

the child is in denial though because they were classmates with a severely autistic kid for 7 years and they don’t think they have autism because they don’t have the same symptoms

they and the autistic kid were put together in almost every class project because we both had no friends

They literally became Toilet-Bound Hanako Kun of the toilets on the last 2 years of primary/elementary because no one spoke to them so they just hid in the bathrooms

They can remember one of the new students walking in and then literally introducing themselves as the person who just stays in the bathroom all break and lunch

they also were just given a slice of chocolate brownie by their mum and almost threw up by the thought of eating it they have that much of a problem with eating

(it has been there for 5 minutes now at the time of writing and has not been touched once, they still feel sick)

they still think they’re a poser and are not symptomatic

ok new update a song the child liked came on and they were happy again after feeling like they were going to throw up and can now eat

is this duality of man

i had to throw away coffee that I got in Starbucks 2 days ago because I put it in my fridge and forgot about it

lmao this was originally just a post about botw and how pissed I am abt not being able to play it

thank you for coming to my ted talk

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