#this is a MESS but i managed to get around the 10 photo limit

[ghostykapi]

but you can’t touch me (if you love me)

misamo & fem!reader // filth so minors dni

“you know better than to move sweet girl, now stay still”

when you agree to your girlfriends to a bet, you knew better than to push it to the limits. you knew that your girlfriends are the competitive kind, the one that can leave you wondering what dormant devil lies underneath them

you still however lost the bet, and that’s why when one of them enters the room, you wonder if this is where they will start getting their reward.

“good morning my princess!” sana smiles, her energy always unmatched in the morning “i brought you some coffee down the block to start this friday morning”

“thank you sweetheart” you don’t argue when she sits on your lap, and starts kissing you, giggling in between the kisses “don’t you have to go to a photo shoot soon?”

“i do” sana’s hands grab the back of your neck to connect her into a more messy kiss “but my turn is still later this afternoon. i want to have fun with you first”

you work from home, staying cozy in your own makeshift office room, giving her a surge of confidence of what she wants to do. she moves her hands to unbutton your blouse before running them on your chest and tummy, lightly scratching her way down and going back up to do it again and again.

“so cute” sana is a meanie when it comes to teasing you, always managing to turn any of you into a stuttering mess “so fucking cute. gosh i love messing you up”

“sweetie” you’re head is spinning, but it’s still work hours and you’re pretty sure she might be late to work “sweetheart i have a meeting in 10”

“fine i’ll let you go” sana gives you another kiss and fixes your blouse, her hands tracing your fading marks on your neck and collarbone “but i expect good pictures later”

even if sana left to go to work, her teasing comes in form of texts that render your brain into mush in between those zoom meetings.

i miss you princess

i miss making you messy n all worked up for me :((

sweetheart you would be good girl and wait for us right?

you can only sigh and continue to work, as you weren’t allowed to touch yourself or do anything that will help you unless one of them is there

it was after your lunch break that you finally got what you needed

momo is one of the more, generous ones when it comes to bed. just let her hands roam everywhere on your body as she fucks you then it’s all good

“hi baby” you kiss her when she’s behind you, letting you tend to your work on your computer screen “how was work”

“missed you” she pouts, tugging you to your shared bedroom and unto the bed “do you have do some work?”

before you can even reply, she’s already kissing you, pinning you down and effectively trapping you there

“baby i still have to finish something” you try to complain but it falls on deaf ears as momo turns the kisses into a messy make out session

“don’t care” she mumbles while kissing you, her hands already disregarding both of your clothes “got to have you now”

you let her have you, in all ways that makes her happy and makes you feel good. her mouth everywhere on your body as you grip the sheets to keep yourself grounded. her hands playing with your clit, sending you shivering and moaning at the pleasure. her strap, her fucking goddamn strap, is ready and on her. so fucking ready to fuck you deep

“baby” you call out, thighs shaking as she plunges her fingers into you, preparing for what is about to come next “baby come on please”

“please what?” momo circles her tougne around your clit before sucking it, making you scream out in pleasure

“fuck! please just fuck me with your strap mommy!” you give in, already throwing out the rest of your dignity out the window

“that’s what i wanted to hear” momo pulls out her fingers before lining up the strap unto your pussy. she lets you grind unto it before slowly pushing it in

“you look so pretty like this” momo moans as she sinks down, the strap effectively stretching you out “you look so good being stretched out for me”

“mommy” you moan out, letting her hands play with your breasts as you bottom out on her strap “fuck mommy you feel so good”

“yeah?” momo grunts, starting out slowly to help you adjust with the feeling “feel so full don’t you pretty girl? so full of my cock”

that immediately goes straight to your brain as she starts to move a bit faster, her hips starting to gain a sense of rhythm that makes you melt against the sheets

“hngg–ugh–fuck!” you feel your hands twitch against you, seemingly wishing to grab onto momo. she notices it before you can even move

“nuh-uh baby” momo taunts, grabbing both of your hands and pinning it above you head “no touching remember?”

right, the whole reason why you lost the bet is because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“please” you beg as you begin to feel your thighs shake, your back arch, your “please mommy let me cum”

momo grins and starts to move at her fastest and hardest, slipping one of her hands to rub on your clit that sends you screaming

you let go loudly, sure that whoever your neighbors are, they can hear you and will probably file a complaint tomorrow. it takes you a full minute to even regain your focus on momo, who’s diligent to help you clean up and do some aftercare

“good job baby you did so good” momo coos and helps you come down from your high, rubbing her hands on your sides to help you calm down “so proud of you baby for taking me so well”

“thank you” you gasp, the amount of energy taken from you already showing its signs as your eyes start to close “cuddle with me at least?”

“always baby” momo wraps your arms around you, whispering soft nothings as you drift off into sleep

though it doesn’t take long for you to wake up again, when mina’s having the time of her life eating you out

“hmmph–m-mina” you call out, her eyes drinking you up as she sucks on your clit “hngg-oh g-gods why are you so–hng-fuck!–so good at that”

“hello my love” mina sing songs, inserting two fingers to replace her mouth “i think i’ll take my reward right now so be a good slut and take what i’ll give you”

mina is a lot of things and maybe that’s why she loves to make you feel a lot of things. first making you orgasm on her fingers, then on her thigh, then on her face and then now she’s pounding you down on the bed with her own strap.

so yeah she likes making you feel a lot of things, that’s why whenever you are with her, overstimulation is bound to happen.

“not enough” mina moans as she brings you up to your knees, and continues to fuck you, her arms helping you stay upright “i need you wailing and squealing for me”

“hngg-uggghhh-fuck!” your mind is nothing but a mess now, her dirty whispers and moans absolutely not helping you at all with this case

“that’s it” mina smirks as you continue you only let out moans and whimpers “that’s what i love to fucking hear”

mina’s thrusts sends you throwing your head back against her, the loud slapping echoing across the room that makes sana and momo drooling by the door

wait

sana and momo drooling by the door?

“fuck look at her” momo can’t take her eyes off the both of you, hypnotized by the way you beg mina to go harder with only broken moans “she’s taking mina so well”

“that’s not mina anymore” sana makes eye contact with mina, who smirks and makes a show of the new fresh marks she put on you “that’s sharon taking over”

“looks like we’ve got an audience” mina’s voice is nothing but mean and seductive that makes you almost weak on the knees “won’t you let them mark you up? hmm? will you be a good slut and let them play with you?”

you can’t even give a response before the other two join in the fun, their once shocked behavior replaced with a hunger of a predator that wants to play with their prey

momo is quick to latch unto your tits, her hands already all over your chest and tummy. sana prefers to messily kiss you, perfectly invading your senses and rendering you weak

“you look so good” sana praises you, even as the combined spit of both of you cover most of your jaw at this point “such a pretty obedient slut for us”

“fuck i can feel you shaking baby” mina pants, her thrusts not stopping even if her abs are burning “we need you to cum ok? just cum for us. make a fucking mess”

you don’t fully register it, but you were sure to give them what they want and more.

“good job sweetheart, you did such a good job” sana is quick to praise you, proud and a little bit shocked that you just squirted “let’s run you a bath hmm?”

“we’ll order some take out” momo kisses you softly, helping you melt in their arms “you did so good for us baby”

“our love deserves to be pampered tonight” mina sighs into your neck, kissing the fresh marks she added “so amazing for us”

#🫣don’t look at me i wrote this at the ass crack of dawn and went with it #i continued this after my 4 hours of sleep and after that it was just on and off writing 🤸‍♀️ #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #hirai momo scenarios #hirai momo imagines #minatozaki sana scenarios #minatozaki sana imagines #myoui mina scenarios #myoui mina imagines #misamo

[messrmoonyy]

I just read your nsfw Headcannons for Tess and all I have to say is. Give. Me. The. Alley. Thing. Now. And no one gets hurt

The art of jealousy

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

A/N- this request has been sat in my inbox since I first posted those Headcannons. Which was. A long time ago. I’m sorry. So here it is finally. Also the Headcannons being referred too are right here for anyone that wants to read them. Tess POV cause I really am loving giving a look into her head. I only proofread this once cause Tuesdays are becoming ever so slightly stressful for me so I just wasn’t vibing. So. Anyways. Enjoy.

Warnings- Tess lmao. Possessiveness, jealousy, she’s a lil rough at times but reader likes that, smut: fingering ( reader receiving), sex in a public place, choking, degradation

Word count- 3.8K

Masterlist

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

If Tess was one thing, it was being possessive of shit that was hers. Maybe that was just a side affect- as it were- of the post outbreak world. No one had much that they could truly call theirs anymore. Tess had actually always found it quite interesting how attached people could be to their things. She’d never been the material type. Even pre outbreak she’d never been one for expensive jewellery, flashy cars or designer clothes. And she’d never really understood people’s obsession with it.

Material items took on new forms now. People these days valued things like boots. Or ration cards. Family photos they’d managed to hold onto for all this time. At least they were more practical now she guessed. But still, she wasn’t really one to be overly attached to things.

People too fell under that bracket. She straight up refused to let herself get attached to anyone once the outbreak hit. After losing her entire family within the first week of the outbreak she’d vowed to never let herself get close to anyone again.

And then you’d come along.

She hadn’t meant to fall in love with you. Fuck she’d actually ignored you for several months when she realised she might actually be feeling something for you. But you were persistent. And beautiful. And it was unbelievably irritating but you had a knack at kicking down the walls she’d built up over the years. Brick. By brick. And she had learnt that maybe she did have a possessive streak in her after all.

Because there was truly nothing she despised more than watching someone else flirting with you. And it happened a lot which wasn’t at all surprising. The majority of people she surrounded herself with knew not to mess around when it came to you. They knew that you were off limits. But occasionally someone new would poll their way into the underground scene of Boston, some attempt to establish themselves on the black market, and thoroughly piss her off.

Jealousy crept up on her more frequently than not, she couldn’t help it. She just didn’t like it. Seeing you around someone else.

She knew you weren’t about to run off with some random fuck who thought he could win you round with some ration cards. She had you wrapped tightly around her little finger, just as you had her. But still. It pissed her off.

“ are you hoping if you stare at the back of his head long enough he’ll just drop down dead? “ Joel’s southern drawl hit her ears and she flashed him an irritated look, before looking back over at you. You’d been striking up a deal with someone for over 10 minutes, some new fucker clearly bartering you down for the cost of some pills. But he was being too… touchy.

You were no stranger to flirting your way through deals and Tess had always been surprised at just how much you could raise the prices in trades just by simply… existing. Being a woman in the current climate had never been particularly great. And learning to use what you had to for your own advantages was vital.

‘ men think they’re getting something and they’ll be putty in your hands ‘ that’s what you had said once. And she wasn’t exactly against it, hell she was guilty of doing it herself. But it didn’t change how infuriating it was.

“ you know she won’t do shit. You got that girl eating out of the god damn palm of your hand “ Joel said with a laugh, chewing at a chunk of his rationed beef jerky and eyeing the hand of cards he was holding. Though Tess had long since lost interest in the game they were playing “ ask her to beg at your fuckin feet and she’d do it. Then again, you’d probably do it for her too “ A small smirk pulled at her lips with that. She knew it was true, of course. She trusted you whole heartedly, knowing you had zero interest in anyone else. Especially men. And no one on the entire planet could turn her head.

You were just as infatuated with her as she was with you. It was a mutual obsession that was no where close to burning out.

“ I know “

“ then drop the miserable look on your damn face and play your turn “ she rolled her eyes and took her eyes off of you for a few moments, looking back down at the cards in front of her. She played a card without even really looking at it, her eyes soon trailing back over to you again “ you are making this too damn easy for me “

She didn’t grant him with a response, eyes narrowing as she watched you exchange a half bag of pills for a wad of cards. Clearly more than you’d usually have sold them for, but her small proud smile didn’t last long.

The man stepped closer to you, head bowed as he said something in your ear. You gave a clearly over exaggerated laugh, arm on his shoulder. And she was certain she saw your eyes flick in her direction.

She huffed a laugh, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head in mild disbelief

“ the little shit “ Joel’s eyes drifted over to you too, his brow furrowed as they both watched you flirt with the man.

“ Jesus Christ “ Joel muttered, clearly thinking the same thing Tess was. You were doing it on purpose. Pushing her buttons “ don’t rise to it. It’s what she wants “

“ I know what she fuckin wants “ she narrowed her eyes, watching you across the courtyard as she attempted to continue the game with Joel.

“ hey Tess. How you doin? I was wondering if you had an- “ the sound of one of her customers filled her ears as she kept her eyes trained on you.

“ not now “ she said with a wave of her hand, not even looking up to see who was stood there

“ but- “

“ not. Now “

“ okay okay. That’s cool. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow? Cool cool “ Joel sighed as the man shuffled off sheepishly

“ you’re forfeiting sales now? Will you just go talk to her “ she was tapping her fingers against the table impatiently now. Jealousy and anger swimming in her veins in a dangerous cocktail.

You were always the same. A fucking brat. Pissing her off to get your own way. And she knew exactly what you were trying to get out of her. Piss her off, wind her up, drive her insane so that the second you both got home she’d pin you down against the closest surface and remind you exactly who was in charge for as long as it took for the message to sink in.

But she was in no mood to wait until you got home. If you needed a little reminder of just who wore the trousers in your relationship, she’d remind you. And she’d remind you sooner rather than later.

One more gentle touch of your hand to the man’s chest followed by a glance in her direction was the last nail in the coffin. And she was tossing her cards down on the table.

“ Tess- “ she was up and out of her metal chair before he could finish his sentence, crossing the courtyard in purposeful strides, someone hopping out of her path as she went.

“ are you fuckin done? “ she asked in a low voice as she reached you, throwing a glare towards the man seemed confused at her sudden appearance

“ oh hi Tess “ you said innocently “ everything okay? “ the man took a step back, eyes widening as he looked between the two of you

“ you’re?- I didn’t know- “ she quite enjoyed watching people crumble under the weight of her reputation. Especially men.

“ if you have any idea what’s good for you, you’ll take your pills. And fuck off” she turned to you then “ and you. Come with me “ she walked off before waiting for a response from either of you, making a beeline for the back alley leading out of the courtyard. No one would bother her down there, the only entrance that lead from that way was the one from anyone coming from outside the wall. Which wasn’t very often.

She didn’t have to look behind her to know you’d be following. Even when you were in the mood to piss her off you were still desperate to please.

So she waited a few moments and then you appeared, strolling into the alley like you didn’t have a single care in the world. And she was reaching the limits of her patience.

She grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you back against the wall, hiding effectively behind a stack of wooden crates.

“ you okay Tess? You seem a little tense today “ god you were infuriating. She laughed and shook her head, trapping you against the wall with a hand resting beside your head.

“ the fuck was that back there? Huh? “ confusion twisted into your features, but the smirk tugging at your lips gave it away that you weren’t even remotely confused by her question. You knew exactly what you’d done “ you think it’s funny? “

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“ oh you don’t? “

“ I was just making a trade. You’re a little scary you know, the new ones always prefer to come to me. You should smile a little more “ you reached up and poked at her face lightly “ I think you scared my customer away “

“ good. He needs to keep his fuckin hands to himself “

“ shame. He was quite nice “ the little monster that lived in her chest was trying to claw its way out, a pointless feeling of jealousy threatening to overwhelm her. It truly was pointless. She knew you were toying with her. You were playing her like a violin, messing with her to get what you wanted.

“ wanna go back out to him? Be my fuckin guest “ she knew you wouldn’t. Knew she had you exactly where you wanted to be. Though a small part of her did wonder if you would. Just to piss her off a little more.

“ you should know by now I’m not into the nice type “ she exhaled shortly through her nose and gave a small nod. She knew. Tess was not one for softness and romance. Yeah, from time to time it would slip out. But that’s not what you wanted from her. It’s why you worked together so well.

Her fingers brushed over the exposed skin of your neck, almost annoyed at the lack of purple and red marks she found. Maybe that was why the fucker back there had been so willing and accepting to your loaded advances. How could she have been so careless. To let her possessive marks vanish. Her clear silent brand that you were spoken for.

“ you don’t think I’m nice? “

“ there’s different meanings to different people “ she couldn’t help herself and dropped her head down to your neck, the blank expanse of your skin frustrating her. You tilted your head to give her access to more of you, attacking the blank canvas of flesh with her teeth “ see. Nice girls don’t behave like this. You taught me that “ she laughed against your skin, biting a little harder than she really needed to. Just to hear the delicious sound it would draw from you.

She knew she wasn’t nice. Not in the conventional sense. But you didn’t want nice. You didn’t want a cosy and warm relationship, soft forehead kisses and vanilla sex, cruising along in life and abiding by the rules.

You wanted her. You wanted the way she was rough, she was all teeth and bruises and hair pulls. She threw you around and left you wrecked for anyone else but her. And she knew that was how you were. She knew that was what you wanted. What you needed. Needing some kind of reminder that you were real, that the fucked up mess of the world around you wasnt a nightmare. You needed her to bring you back to life. And she was more than happy to oblige.

“ so what? You gonna take me home? “ she didn’t quite know when exactly she had decided she wasn’t going to take you home. The idea had arisen quite suddenly and she’d decided to act on it just as fast, quite certain she didn’t actually have it in her to take you all the way home. Not when she was so wound up.

That paired with the smugness still interlacing between the syllables of your words… she had a point to prove.

“ no “ you gave her a confused look and now it was her turn to smirk “ you act like that and think you get to choose if we go home or not? Gotta be fuckin kiddin me baby “ she leant in close to your face, her hand moving up and applying pressure to your throat. She felt your breath stutter, your fingers wrapping around her wrist. Not so cocky anymore.

“ Tess someone might- “

“ what? You were okay with behaving like some common fuckin whore out there in front of everyone, but not here for me? Breaking my fuckin heart “ she liked the way you seemed to lose all of your cockiness in an instant. She practically watched it drain from your features.

“ I wasn’t doing shit I was working “ Tess quirked a brow and smiled, fingers moving to unbutton your jeans. The second her fingers slipped into your underwear and she felt how wet you were, her smile grew. She wondered if you knew how much she truly loved how easy it was to make you wet. How much it turned her on just to have you so willingly at her mercy, how much you so clearly wanted to be used by her even if you attempted to deny it.

“ I’m not stupid. I know what you were doing. You think I didn’t know this is what you wanted? “ a soft moan slipped past your lips as she dragged your arousal up and slowly circled your clit “ you wet for me or that fucker back there? Huh? “

“ what do you fuckin think? “ Tess raised her eyebrows and shook her head, not the biggest fan of your tone of voice. Your breath hitched as she set herself into a steady rhythm, losing your cool and cocky demeanour as she worked you into a mess. It never took her long. She could read you like a book and knew how and where to touch you to have you melting in minutes.

“ the attitude on you sweetheart “ she increased the speed of her fingers, applied more pressure to your neck. She watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, loving the way the light headed bliss washed over you “ that’s it baby, can’t talk back now can you “

Your eyes fell onto hers as she slipped two fingers into you, not bothering to ease you into it with one. You were wet enough for it, she knew.

“ fuck- “

“ you think you’re so powerful don’t you? Thinking you can fuck around like that? Look at you now “ she kept her voice low, in that tone that she knew you loved. That made your velvety walls flutter against the fingers she was thrusting in and out of you roughly “ do you think they all know back there? That you’re back here with me getting fucked like a little slut? Do you? “

You whimpered out an answer your nails digging painfully into the skin of her wrist

“ I’m sorry “ your whimpers and whines were cute but she found it mildly funny that you thought they would make her go easy on you. She was only getting started.

“ not good enough “ her thumb applied pressure to your clit and you moaned loudly at the feeling “ acting like you’re so big. So bad. But who’s the one getting fucked in an alley? What do you think they’d say if they saw you now? Saw you a pathetic mess having your cunt stretched out by my fingers? Hmm? “

“ I- I said I’m sorry. I’m- fuck “

“ you should be. I look after you, I take care of you. And yet you behave like that? Such a spoiled little brat. You want more? I bet you want more don’t you “ your moans were increasing in pitch and she was a little cautious of being caught, but she was far too preoccupied by you to care completely. By the own arousal pooling in her belly, she didn’t need to be touched to get off. Watching you fall apart at her hands was enough

“ yes. Yes. More “ you begged. She loved hearing you beg.

“ greedy girl “ she glanced down at her hand that was hidden in your jeans and smiled, adjusting the slightly awkward angle and carefully adding a third finger to the mix. You winced at the new stretch and she gave you a moment before continuing her movements.

“ fuck Tess “ the sounds falling from your mouth mixed with the sopping sound of your cunt stretching around her fingers was almost too distracting, fighting the urge to stop and take you home so she could fuck you properly.

You were getting louder, even when she stifled your sounds for a moment with a more firm grip on your throat. When she could feel your pulse hammering beneath her finger tips.

“ nice and quiet. Or do you want them all to hear you? Is that what you want? “ it’s what she wanted. Deep down. A part of her desperately wanted people to hear, to remind everyone and anyone that thought they had a chance with you to back off. But a louder part of her was yelling at her, that she didn’t want anyone finding you both there. So you’d have to quiet down “ quiet “ she warned.

She sighed in mild annoyance when you didn’t listen.

“ sorry I- I can’t- “ so she clamped her hand down over your mouth and shook her head in disappointment. Though internally she was unbelievably fucking smug, very much getting off on the fact that you couldn’t control yourself. Because of her. You were a whimpering, shuddering wreck because of her.

She wondered if she should have planned this a little more thoroughly before executing it. If she could’ve roped Joel into dragging the man you had been flirting with down that alley too. Forced him to watch. Get a couple of hits in to really cement the fact. That you were hers. No one else’s. You weren’t to be touched. Or looked at. Or even thought about but anyone but her.

In an ideal world where she didn’t act on impulse and actually planned that exact moment, that’s what would have happened. Maybe she’d have even taken you some place more secluded. Where she didn’t have to force you to be quiet, where she could let you be loud. Let that bastards ears be filled with you moaning her name. The wet sounds of your cunt soaking her fingers.

He’d never get to have you like that. He’d never get to feel the way you clenched on her fingers, the way your inner walls were so soft. No one would. Only her.

But maybe that was for another time. In that moment she was quite pleased with herself, pleased with the way she had you whimpering into her one hand and dripping all over the other.

She wished you could see how pathetic you looked there for her, squirming in her hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she pushed you closer the edge. Her hand across your mouth, neck covered in fresh hickeys, your arms grazing against the brick wall.

“ I don’t want you acting like that anymore. You understand me? “ she curled her fingers as she said it, pressing at the spot she knew sent you spiralling. That she knew would render you unable to respond, that gave you that wonderful blank look in your eyes when all you could think about was her. Exactly as she wanted you. You nodded your head, eyes falling closed “ I can’t have you showing me up like that again“

She couldn’t. She didn’t need people seeing you treat her like a pushover, so easily able to walk all over her. She was in charge. She had the control. You were hers

“ who do you belong to? “ she asked you, moving her hand down from your mouth and gripping at your chin “ who? “

“ you “ you said breathlessly, your chest heaving and grip on her wrist tightening. She knew you well enough to know when you were almost there, recognised the sounds. The look in your eyes. The way you tightened around her fingers.

“ say it again”

“ fuck- “ she was a little cautious of how loud you were being again but she wanted to hear you say it, needed you to say her name and feed the jealous creature sitting in her chest.

“ say it or I swear I will leave you here like this “ she threatened “ say my name baby “

“ Tess “ you gasped, voice high and breathy “ Tess. You I belong to you please- “ she smiled and gave a small nod.

“ that’s my girl “ she moved her hand back over your mouth as you came, whining loudly even muffled by her fingers “ you fuckin remember that yeah? You’re mine “ she said against your ear as she worked you through it, coming over her fingers “ all mine “ she kept going, only withdrawing her fingers when you slumped against her. Legs shaking and chest heaving as you caught your breath.

She dropped her hand from your mouth, eyes scanning your face and an overwhelming smugness settling over her at your fucked out appearance.

“ did I make myself clear? “ she asked quietly, thumb brushing over your lips.

“ crystal “ she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting you go and taking a step back, running a hand through her hair as she looked at her handiwork. It was clear as day what had just happened and she took great pride in the fact that you would walk back into that courtyard, and everyone would know. Bruises were blooming on your throat, your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from your teeth sinking into them, hair dishevelled.

“ I’ll let you get back to work then shall I? “ she said with a smile as if it were the most normal thing.

“ you fuckin kidding me? “ she shrugged and leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek “ just keep your hands to yourself this time “ then she stepped back and made her way back to Joel, almost sauntering her way back to the table where he was still sat.

The cat who had gotten the cream.

“ you are fuckin unbelievable “ he muttered with a shake of his head as she sat back in her chair, arms folded over her chest and eyes locked on the entrance to the alleyway waiting for you to appear.

“ deal me some new cards Texas “ he shook his head with a sigh but gathered up the cards again as you re appeared. You had tried to make yourself look more presentable by the looks of things, but even if people could excuse the flushed look of your cheeks or the glazed look in your eyes. There was no escaping the freshly bloomed artwork she’d left on your neck.

She’d like to see anyone try it on with you now.

#tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #smut #x you #x reader #other characters for exposure: #Joel miller #Ellie Williams #tlou hbo #Anna torv

[stayyya]

@kjack89 Congrats on the amazing 10 years!!!

I'm late and that's because I've just finished my final and finally had enough time to do something!

so here are 3 pieces of works of my calligraphy practice (if the mess are qualified to be called calligraphy) and the contents are excerpts from your fics!

the first is the letter Courfeyrac wrote to Marius in Dreams Mingled with Happiness, but only a little part of the original letter due to the limited space and my free time :( but hopefully one day I'll manage to do the complete version if you permit it!

2nd the sweet and cute fluff in Conference

and 3rd a contrastion about Grantaire's story with the reality (that hurts😭）

hope you can forgive me for writing them without permission and like it! though I'm not very good at the calligraphy and especially bad at photography, which leads to the most heartbreaking part that after finishing the writing, I found it impossible to present what it really looks like with my poor phone camera, and please believe that it looks thousands of times better than the photo😭 but I just could let you see it in person through the Internet🥺

Actually I've just met you for not a long time, but how the world can be changed with just one burst of light but you and your fics have brought a lot for me! it's not something crashing through but feels like some tiny but mighty comfort and company that always lies there, whenever I want. The feeling of having you in the fandom or at least in my world, is somewhat similar to the feeling of thinking of the warm bed in freezing winters——even thinking about it make everything around me suddenly bearable and even pleasant. Your fics have literally lit up many of my days and weeks and months and more than words can convey.

and a little thing in addition, I've been planning on do some translation to Chinese on some of your fics and have actually started to try a little (sorry without permission again!!) but haven't posted any yet because translation, to some extent, is just like the photography, in which I can never get the point I want and make myself satisfied :( and a bad translation may be irresponsible cuz it may even cause misunderstanding for the original author so I'll just keep practice and maybe one day when I'm at last satisfied I will post it (of course with the proper credit and link!) the coincidence is that I'm also preparing for the test of certificate on English-Chinese translation! so I wonder if it'll be ok for me to do the translation after I'm qualified enough:P

that's all! thanks for your patience about my blathering and congratulations on your achievements again! wish you a good day! <3

#still sad about my incapable camera #are there any way for you to see them in person? #and yeah they are from the top 10 fics you listed! #a long time ago though #maybe I can finish the rest if you like #never say never #like you said #I'm talking too much! #will that work? I'm not sure #I'm unfamiliar with the app still #sorry for the potential bother or insult! #but love you anyway <3

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

TODAY on Leo does something with a goal in mind~ I don’t have a mid season coat, like, for spring and fall. The coat one would usually use for those, the light woolly coat, I use for winter. Because I don’t get cold. If I do I just layer an extra shirt under and I’m fine.

BUT anygays, I thought having another coat would be fashionable so I tried to come up something stash busting. And that’s granny squares. All the cotton yarn it can eat, was the idea, but then I got set on a thicker yarn and had to order some more but WHO CARES, I’m making something of it.

And since cotton is pretty good, granny squeres are just full of holes so I need a lining. Two linings, probably. One for just warmth and wind and another for slipperiness and wind. So today I dyed some basic cotton fabric. It might have been a bed sheet in it’s past life. Or a curtain. Or a tablecloth. But in it’s second life it’s now my top lining fabric.

I used a blend of lemon yellow (1/5) and a more orangey yellow (4/5) in 10% of dry weight solution and I could not be happier with the results. The photos kinda mess with it, it’s not that orange. It’s more of a really warm, spicy yellow. And it’s the first time I got results that good, since my (or our, as a class) tests before have failed somewhat, losing most of the colour in rinse. But the secret just seemed to be to keep that temperature on the upper limits of the given range, which was between 50 to 60 degrees Celsius.

Or actually, 50 degrees, do not pass 60 was a more accurate wording of our instructions. Which is why we’ve been careful to keep the bath temperature at exact 50 as much as possible. I’m now starting to think that’s a mistake. A HUGE mistake. Don’t do that. Try to aim at 55 degrees Celsius. Keep it around that.

Next thing is the inner lining fabric, the one that should make the coat easy to put on and add some extra wind break. I was hesitating on this a lot since I don’t want to mess my cotton coat with some polyester lining fabric. And also, fabric EXPENSIVE so I would rather just go without. Luckily someone recommended Kässä Kirppu just in time.

(This is Finland only thing so ignore this paragraph unless you’re from here:) Second hand crafts supplies, with affordable prices. In practice, second hand here means leftovers or stuff you never used, not like... used fabric and yarn. So unused but cheaper than new. I’m not yet super sure how it works but basically, for a provision, you can send your stuff to them to sell. They seems to take professional photos of it, too. And you can buy all that stuff through them so no need to manage multiple sellers for each product. Might be more expensive than your local flea market but also, easier to browse. Give it a look https://kassakirppu.fi/

ANYWAYS, they sent me my shining new viscose satin fabric today. Viscose or Rayon is a semi-synthetic fabric, made of a natural material, cellulose, but going through some major processing on the way, making it also synthetic. But when it comes to qualities like dyeing, it’s natural. And viscose satin sure does not get caught on every molecule of your being like synthetic satin does. Most of the clothes I own are either cotton or viscose so it’s a good everyday fabric, imo. More expensive but also more modern and environmentally friendly semi-synthetics are Lyocell and Cupro, so if you have the money, look into those. I don’t so yeah, onwards.

My camera actually decided to be an ass today on everything (or it just hates yellow) so whereas my dye bath pics came out too orange, the satin pics came out way pale. The one above is already cranked up to 100 on both colour temp and saturation, and it’s not yet right. Not on my screen at least.

THIS is a more accurate representation of what an absolute easter yellow thing this fabric is. It’s just YELLOW.

So yeah anyways, now a new decision is ahead of me. Should I keep the YELLOW fabric as it is, since it would be the inside lining and kinda like a happy “whaddya buying?” effect, or should I dye it to tone it down, just a notch. It definitely doesn’t match the yarn I have, any of it. But also, does it need to? It’s yellow, so what???

Also, I definitely have more of this satin than I have the cotton so I might have to patch in in some places anyways.

#crafts #granny square #dye bath #craft project #coat #cotton #YELLOW #also it came to my mind that english probably uses canary yellow to mean really yellow #but I like my easter yellow bugger off #doing ME around here

[canvasspeedsite]

Donkey kong country 2 hd

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Nintendo Life found an amazing video that showed footage of Ocarina of Time 3D in 4K at 60 frames per second.

In this page some Dolphin Configurations are explained. The CPU clock override is REQUIRED for the game to actually maintain 60 FPS. This makes the game look and run smoother than the original.

Super Mario Sunshine reaches 60fps with new Dolphin hacks.As emulating specific hardware is not easy, there are always games that use specific fe Given this, there isn’t really much reason to limit the fps in dolphin emulator. Disabeling VSync, waiting for the Estimated Screen Framerate to go back to 60 Hz again and re-enabling VSync solves this issue as described in my 1st post.The current standard for consoles is around 60 FPS, with some games clocking in at only 30 FPS. after altering all of my settings i managed to get and maintain 60 fps. The game runs smoother and cleaner when compared to other emulators for gaming. The Dolphin Emulator Wiki needs your help! Dolphin can play thousands of games, and changes are happening all the time. In Dolphin, low FPS issues may be solved by tweaking graphical settings. two dolphins in a blue water - dolphin stock pictures, royalty-free photos & images.

Dolphin, the popular GameCube and Wii emulator, now includes an integrated Game Boy Advance.

About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features Press Copyright Contact us Creators shows 60 and the number of frames dropped is 0 or very minimal. But fans have skirted around this lock via the Dolphin emulator, which runs GameCube and Wii titles on PC. About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features Press Copyright Contact us Creators 6,824 Best 4k 60fps Free Video Clip Downloads from the Videezy community. Now extract the dolphin emulator (setting and save data) file. This particular YouTuber Brian Tate uploaded footage running from the Citra emulator, which takes Dolphin being (in many ways) a better way to play Sonic Colors than Sonic Colors Ultimate has motivated me to mess around with Dolphin texture packs. top 10 gamecube games,nitendo gamecube, . a) Go to View > Statistic under Media Player Classic (or press Ctrl+4). Dolphin 60 fps Screenshots showing what it is supposed to look like from either console or older builds of Dolphin will help too.

#Donkey kong country 2 hd

[orionhong]

margaret atwood // doom days - bastille // azra t. // carry on - rainbow rowell // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // cruel summer - taylor swift // gregory orr // red, white, and royal blue - casey mcquiston // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // cruel summer - taylor swift // erica jong // sober ii (melodrama) - lorde // romeo and juliet - william shakespeare // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // ghosts - florence + the machine // tamerlane - edgar allan poe // the raven king - maggie stiefvater // cruel summer - taylor swift

#this is a MESS but i managed to get around the 10 photo limit #words #web weaving #parallels #shakespeare #romeo and juliet #taylor swift #cruel summer #trc #carry on #rwrb #lorde #is love a tender thing #1k #2k

[frenchbreads-writing]

If you're not too busy with requests, could I ask for a Enji Todoroki x male reader where Enji adds on to the reader's bad day and he makes up for it somehow? Love your work 😁

Hi y’all it’s been a minute, sorry this took so long I’ve been h*ckin busy lately so I hope this can make up for it a bit<3

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Todoroki Enji x Male Reader

Words: 2.5k (2,548)

Warning(s): Suggestive themes at the end

Requests: Open

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Waking up, you gently wriggled out of Enji’s arms to get ready for your day of patrol. You quietly got dressed in your hero uniform and packed yours and Enji’s lunch.

You kissed Enji on the forehead before leaving the house, walking to your agency.

The day was nice, the sun was still rising and the light that shone over the horizon reflected beautifully off of shop windows.

There was also a chilling breeze that made you glad you wore extra layers underneath your costume.

The day was beautiful and you had a good feeling for the day ahead of you.

And that good feeling lasted about an hour.

Getting to the agency you were barely able to put your stuff in your locker before you were approached by a sidekick and ushered back out of the building being handed your pager which was buzzing nonstop.

A villain was wrecking a part of the city and you had the means to aid in capturing him.

After that, you were called again and again.

You could barely make it a block before getting a buzz in your pocket.

It was noon and you practically sprinted back to the agency for your lunch break.

You slumped down next to your locker and held your bag.

You couldn’t wait to eat the lunch that Fuyumi had made for you.

You opened your bag and saw your bento box was missing.

It took a moment for the confusion to set in after that you dug around and looking into your locker just to make sure.

You were sure you packed it.

You always triple checked before you left the house and you made sure to place it at the top of your bag this morning, so it guaranteed that it would be the first thing you saw when you opened your pack.

You sighed and closed your bag, hoping whoever took your food would enjoy what Fuyumi had prepared.

A growl from your stomach reminded you that you had a limited time to eat and you had already wasted a lot of time trying to make back to the building in time.

So you stood up and opted to just get a snack from a nearby vending machine.

Just as you finished your snack yet another buzz came from your pocket.

This was going to be a long few hours.

Constantly being pulled in several different directions now with civilians calling out to you in the street for your help you were run ragged.

Now you were sitting in the empty break room getting a much-needed moment of respite from your labor.

Pulling out your phone you thumbed through your contacts before pressing Enji’s number and calling him.

It rang a few times before Enji’s voice came from the other side.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Firefly! How’s it going?”

“(Y/n)? I haven’t heard from you all day are you okay?”

You chuckled.

“Yeah I’m good it’s just been really busy today.”

Even though you tried to hide it, Enji could still hear the tiredness seeping into your voice.

“You could have called and I would’ve come in.”

“Ah, no, today’s your day off I could handle it.”

He opened his mouth to say something when a voice interrupted from your end.

“U-um pardon the intrusion Mr.(H/N) but two sidekicks are physically fighting in the locker rooms and you’re the only hero here right now.”

You let out a sigh.

“Hey, I have to go now, love you.”

Enji didn’t get to respond before the line clicked and the call ended.

He already knew that your agency was being slammed with calls the entire day and if seeing you all day on the news meant anything, it was that you were taking the brunt of it all.

Enji looked down at his phone to see a message from you.

“I’ll be home later tonight to make dinner <3”

He decided that he was going to be a good husband and make dinner.

After all, you did it all the time so how hard can it be?

It was a disaster.

He usually had Fuyumi and more recently you to prepare his meals for him.

He was internally panicking when the sound of the front door slamming shut made him jump.

“Enji, I’m home.”

‘Shit shit shit.’

He didn’t know what to do.

The closer your footsteps got the more he panicked.

“Hey, what’s that—“

You dropped the bags you were holding.

The kitchen was a mess.

He had managed to burn a pot of rice, some meat on the stove were charred a pot of noodles somehow were also burning even though they had been in the water.

Enji expected you to yell at him and scold him for being an idiot.

But instead, you quietly walked over and ushered him out of the way, turning off the flame, and simply dumping all of the unusable food into the trash.

He felt guilty you haven’t even changed out of your hero uniform and you looked so exhausted yet here you are cleaning up his mess as he just stood there.

When the kitchen was left with no trace of Enji’s cooking disaster you wiped your brow and sighed.

“I’ll start dinner when I get out of the shower.”

You walked upstairs without another word leaving Enji alone in the kitchen.

He felt like an idiot.

Instead of helping you feel better he just made it worse.

He looked down at the bags you dropped on the floor.

He stepped closer and kneeled down, opening them revealed that they were full of ingredients for Enji’s favorite kuzumochi.

You came home from a rough day and we’re going to do something to make him happy?

You were the one who needed to be happy not him.

He placed the bags softly on the counter feeling dread in his chest.

After your shower you proceeded to make dinner, now the two of you sat silently at the dinner table.

Enji didn’t know what to say. He already knew how your day went and judging from your expression you didn’t feel like talking.

So he continued to eat glancing at you from time to time.

“I’m finished, I’m going to bed now.”

You stood up and started gathering your dishes.

Enji jumped up.

“I’ll do the dishes.”

You paused and looked at him. The look in his eye told you that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Okay, goodnight.”

He watched you once again walk away dragging your feet as you went.

He cleaned up the area and washed the dishes before he followed you upstairs.

When he made it to the room you were already fast asleep.

He climbed into bed and held you close.

The next day, you woke up sore but pretty rested. Which was pretty suspicious.

You stretched your stiff limbs until you heard the satisfying crack.

Rolling over, you landed on Enji’s side of the bed.

It was cold.

Of course, he had patrol today.

Speaking of hero duties you looked over at the bedside clock and gasped.

It was 10:30 am.

You jumped up from the bed but your foot got caught on the blanket which sent you sprawling out on the floor.

Cursing, you jumped up and rushed to the restroom and rushed through your morning routine, skipping steps as you went.

You rushed out of the room with your hero costume halfway on and ran down the stairs but halted when you heard something from the kitchen.

Enji should be at his agency and Fuyumi didn’t say anything about coming over.

So you peeked around the corner to see Enji standing at the stove, staring very intently at some eggs cooking on the stove, lips in a pout, and a YouTube tutorial on pause on his phone next to him.

He was also wearing a pink apron that you bought for him that he said he would “Rather die than have to wear.”

You couldn’t help the snort that came out.

Enji turned his head to see you with your phone out and snapping a photo.

He growled but didn’t stop you.

“What’s all this Enji? Also, why aren’t you at the agency?”

He didn’t turn around as he answered you.

“I called in and took another day off. I also did the same for you so you can change out of your costume now.”

You stood there confused.

“Not that I’m not grateful but why did you do that?”

His brow twitched.

“You over-exerted yourself yesterday so it wouldn’t be practical to do that again.”

You went to retort but Enji cut you off.

“Even if you say that you’re fine—“ he narrowed his eyes at you. “—I know better.”

You closed your mouth.

“Now change out of your hero suit or you’re not getting any.”

You wanted to help Enji with finishing the food but he placed his entire hand over your face to silence you.

He ordered you to sit at the table and you refused.

Enji leaned down and whispered in a raspy voice to change and sit.

Now, here you were sitting at the table in your pajamas blushing with a pout.

He walked in and placed a plate in front of you with a hash brown, eggs, and bacon.

He stood there and watched you expectantly.

“It looks good.”

You picked up a fork and took a small piece putting it in your mouth and chewing.

Enji sighed in relief when your face lit up.

“It’s really good Enji!”

You took a larger bite and Enji served himself.

After breakfast, he helped you with chores around the house that he usually wouldn’t do.

You had to monitor him and show him how to do some stuff but he caught on quickly and soon enough he shooed you away and finished everything up himself.

At lunchtime, he helped you prepare the food but he wasn’t allowed near the stove at all.

He was fine with that.

He watched as the day progressed you began to relax more and more.

The crease in your brow disappeared and the tension in your shoulders lessened.

When all of the chores were done, the two of you went out to pick up more stuff for dinner. When you passed by stuff in shops that you liked Enji insisted on buying it.

Even if you refused Enji just said that if you wanted it. Get it.

When you hesitated he just proceeded to grab whatever you were looking at and some other stuff you’ve been eyeing and brought it to the counter and just bought it all.

“Enji, You don’t have to spend money on me!”

He looked at you as he placed the bag in your hand.

“But I want to.”

For the rest of the store trip, he bought anything you were interested in.

What was supposed to be a quick grocery trip turned into a shopping spree.

You knew Enji felt bad for what happened last night and you weren’t mad or anything but you knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t do anything to make it up to you.

Now, the two of you were in bed, bags of stuff on the floor, surrounded by a whole bunch of soft pillows, and blankets. Enji sat behind you massaging your shoulders while watching your favorite show and eating some snacks.

You snuggled closer Enji pressing your back into his chest.

He stopped massaging and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the nape of your neck.

You giggled and turned around, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips before turning back around and continuing to watch the show.

Enji pressed his face into the top of your head smelling the shampoo that you always used.

It was calming and seeing you enjoy yourself as you watched the tv made his guilt from last night go away.

Both of you are usually really busy, so days like this were rare.

“Hey, Enji?”

He lifted his head off of you and hummed.

“You know, if you still feel like making it up to me—“ you turned around to face him. “—I have an idea of what you could do.”

His eyes widened and he sat up straight, listening.

“Anything.”

Enji watched as you stood up from the bed and walk over to one of the bags on the floor.

You rummaged around and took something out holding it behind your back as you stood up.

“You said anything right?”

He nervously nodded wondering what you were planning.

You held up what was in your hands for him to see.

Enji choked on his saliva.

You held up a maid outfit.

His flames roared as his face contorted.

“What in the world is /that/?”

He said through gritted teeth.

You smirked.

“I think you know exactly what this is.”

“I am /not/ wearing that.”

You crossed your arms and pouted at him.

“But you said you would do anything.”

Enji silently cursed himself.

He did say that he would and seeing you pout so cutely he couldn’t resist.

He growled and stood up snatching the outfit and bag from your hands and stomped towards the bathroom.

“I love you!”

He grumbled as he opened the door.

“Be quiet.”

You grinned and sat on the bed.

This was gonna be great.

It’s been 30 minutes since he entered the bathroom.

Around the 15 minute mark, you flopped onto your back.

The sound of the bathroom opening made you perk up.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and sat up on your elbows.

“Finally Enji, what took you so lo—“ When you sat up, your jaw dropped.

Enji stood in the doorway, arms crossed, the maid outfit was nearly bursting at the seams.

The cloth over his chest was stretched taut. Going lower you see his thighs bulged through the thin fabric of the kitty thigh-highs he wore.

But what really caught your eye was the way his too short frilly skirt barely covered anything.

Enji swallowed the lump in his throat as your hungry gaze raked over him.

You motioned him over with your finger.

He walked until he stood right in front of you giving you the perfect view of the lace panties that barely contained what was hidden underneath.

You licked your lips and reached up wrapping your hands around his waist and pulling him on your lap.

The bed dipped from the weight of both of you on the edge.

He rested his weight on his knees as to not crush you and placed his hands on your shoulders to brace himself.

“You look even better than I imagined firefly.”

He looked away face burning brighter.

“Tch, are you happy now?”

You hummed.

“Very.”

Your hand went lower making him shiver.

But he yelped when the sting of your hand coming down on his ass with a loud smack.

He growled at you but you just gave him a sweet smile.

You began massaging his ass gently making him whimper.

“Y-you’re enjoying this too much.”

You chuckled.

“Well, the fun has only just begun.”

Enji shuddered at the look in your eyes and bit his lip.

This was going to be a long night.

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[toast-the-unknowing]

first lines

tagged by @emmerrr​ and @flightspath​, thanks!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I’m including lil ficlets because why the heck not. Under the cut for length:

Ronan hadn't meant to drop his hand over the side of the boat. (rascals and scoundrels, villains and knaves)

“Whose turn is it to deal with asshole regulars,” Adam asks, “yours or mine?” (garden ficlet)

“I’m not going to smile.” (photo studio ficlet)

“You’re going to get a sunburn.” (beach ficlet)

Declan goes on the date, because what damn choice does he have? (not to put too fine a point on it)

“You’re not a dragon.” (high fantasy ficlet)

“What’re you in for?“ (arrested ficlet)

“Don’t know why anyone else is even here,” Ronan mutters after the fourth or fifth time he has to dodge to avoid running into someone. (aquarium ficlet)

“You haven’t posted a new video to the channel in three weeks.” (youtube ficlet)

“Would you say Sacrifice is what defined you?” (the mess you left when you went away)

The living room is empty when Adam comes home from work. (the years to come, the years behind)

Ronan gets a text from Adam on Friday afternoon. (we’re making the best of this world)

Ronan would love to say that he's paying attention when he runs into his soulmate, that his words were deliberate and well-chosen. (if love if just a game (then how come it’s no fun))

Gansey is beginning to think the AirBnB was a mistake. (hold me back, I don’t wanna be a drag)

"I found this in your refrigerator." (sailed my ship of safety ‘til I sank it)

“Fuck.” (sings the tune without the words)

They’ve been dating for one week, no matter what Ronan says about it, when Ronan takes him on a tour of the neighborhood. (our hearts are just made out of strings to be pulled)

"Howdy, pilgrim." (talk low, talk slow, and don’t talk too much)

Adam watches Ronan dance around the words I love you for a month before he says them. (like a moonlight mathematician I subtracted my concerns)

It's one of those dreams that tries to trick Ronan into thinking he woke up, but it's not very convincing. (loosen up and lose your mind)

Thoughts:

I was all prepared to go off my last 20 fics period, not limit it to Raven Cycle, and then my last twenty were all Raven Cycle anyway. Though if I hadn’t included the ficlets from that meme a little while back I think my Six of Crows fic would’ve snuck in there

Lots of dialogue without context (or even attributed speaker) as an opening sentence

Lots of SHORT sentences as an opening sentence

Tricking readers into thinking I don’t write torturously long sentences for my own fun with zero consideration of them or of punctuation, I suppose

I was set to blame this trend on that ficlet meme -- I noticed I was doing lots of short dialogue openings and kind of leaned into doing it on purpose -- but the trend continues on into other works, too

I think 16 takes the cake for this category of opening sentence

I actually prefer when the opening sentence manages to pack a lot of context in, versus the “here’s a line of dialogue dropped on you from out of nowhere" -- which, to be clear, I also think is fun, but getting a lot of information in, about who our POV character is, what their emotional state is, what’s happening, what the tone of the piece is going to be, while still being interesting and intriguing, that I think makes for the strongest opening sentences. But, obviously, harder to pull off.

On those merits, I think 5, 14, 17, and 19 are my favorites on the list.

this is already long and I’ve tagged people in something else today so I’m gonna hold off except to say, play if you want to! 

[obeymeshallwedate-latinplayer]

Latin MC.

My MC.

I know; “if I wanted to be reading about a MC I would rather read mine.”  Well I want to talk about her, because I want you all to meet her!

It's a tragedy that I can't draw her, because I suck at drawing!

Her name is Yukari, all my OCs will be named Yukari If you find my profile in Obey Me! We can be friends!!! Anyways. 

Her full name is Verónica Yukari Perez Aguilar, she was born the 22 of June, in Mexico (She´s from the center of the Republic) As a good Mexican and Latin American she has a BIG family, the 25% of her blood is indigenous. (Her grandfather is 100% indigenous) and she will always brag about it. 

Characteristics. 

Small really small. Her height is 1.45 (4.76 feet... enserio ¿Por qué no se conformaron con los centímetros?)  brown wavy hair, even thought she bleached and coloured it in red. She always use dresses and shirts with a whole in her back, she has a lot of tatoos and she olny has one in her spine, the pact with Beel. Of course when she made a pact with every demon her back became black because of the ink and pacts, she use a lot of black, dark lipstick and tons of eyeliner, but just for speciall events, Yukari is way to lazy to make her make up every single day.

Her first interaction with the devils was not even natural, they imagine the new exchange student was pure, but nope. Her whole family is good with magic and more than that, when she was young accidentaly call upon Belzebuub, they made a pact in exchange of food and horchata water, after that they kinda became good friends. She was (10 years old and she was bored). 

The “Kidnap” by the other hand... Her whole family went straight to the Devildom, they knew, if her daughter was missing she was in hell, and yes, there she was half naked, from the waist up, her tattoo artist way to afraid of saying something, her mama was about to murder Diavolo (He loved it because he already knew Yukari´s mother) cousins and her older brother protected her with an encantation that she broke when things became espesas. And she used the pact with Beel to show everyone how she was gonna be fine. After that she bought lunch for Beel and her family started to shout at her. “Pendeja, los demonios no son juguetes.” “DEJA EN PAZ A ESE DEMONIO YUKARI VERÓNICA PEREZ AGUILAR O YO TE PUTEO AQUÍ Y AHORA” 

Yukari: AMAAA DEJA LA CHANCLA NO, NOOOOOOOO EN LA ESPALDA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO AMAAAA MIS TATUAJESSS. 

Yukari´s mom: ¿¿Quien te manda pendeja?? 

After the putazos. The demons understood, they better don´t mess up with her family. 

Her relationship with the brothers. 

Lucifer.

He was surprised that Beel didn´t told him about his pact with a human, and he knew everything. After the show that Yukari put through, he decided that Mammon needed to stick around with her. 

He even went to her house for photos, books and action figures for her room. After that he saw Yukari in the big garden, planting cempasúchil, she even put in her door Papel picado she made an encantation with them so nobody could cross her door. He tried once when she wasn´t answering her D.D.D, he couldn´t.   He was amazed about her magic and power to talk, also she eats a lot for her small being, he has a Beel 2.0 but smaller. 

Mammon. 

He tried to sell the flowers in the garden, but Yukari nearly kill him, not on pourpose though, she put a protection for her flowers, and he crossed the protection, tha result was burns level two, that she cured. 

He is the only demon that like the saying says. “Entra como perro por su casa” it seems that after he burned up her encantations didn´t worked on him, so she needed to make better encantations and even protect her books. Once in a while she likes to cast a spell of truth in him so she can analyse his ways. The first time she spoke Spanish he knew he needed to create a bussiness with her. And her tattos are sick, he takes photos for her, he´s so in love with the art in her back. 

Levi. 

LOOOOOOOL She´s like that character from that anime, plus her hair is sick. He got another otaku by his side, for Yukari it was easy to make a pact with Levi, they became friends in a anime group so they kinda knew each other.

When Levi saw her magic he started to tell her how amazing she was, and how he can summon Lotan, and they totaly need to make a pact, she´s Henry, like in real live. For first time in his life he feels better with himself. 

He actually has a secret pasword with her door, so he can enter whenever he wants too, and laughs when his other brothers can´t even open the door. 

Satan. 

He was the opposite of his three older brothers, he needed to draw a line between that woman and himself, but when he saw how she could read difficult books and even summon other demons and even angels. 

Yukari: Ay Güerito I´m creating this potion so Asmo can´t flirt with me, I just want to see his face. 

She was evil, and he loved it, once he understood that she wasn´t a threat they became quite close.The cherry that was on top of the whole cake, was, Yukari was studying literature back in the human Realm, so yes, Satan made a pact with her, not as fast as Mammon or Levi, but if he was going to have a master, it needed to be her.

Asmo. 

For him, Yukari was cute, and the first impression was way to good for him. If anyone dares to see her body and thinks that she is not sensual, they are wrong, she just doesn´t like to show her atributtes, but damn, those Latin Americans were pure sensuality.  Omg, that type of clothes does match with her personality, she was evil and he loved it, needed more that a look. 

Bloking your door my dear? No problem I always have the key. (He doesn´t have it though)  His human is the best of all, even Solom can cry before her and she wouldn´t mind, his humans are great. 

Beel. 

Most protect my master, Beelzebub actually know her really good, he stayed in her life since she was 10 years old and they agree to make a pact. That means every familiar dinner he went, every birthday there he was, and after a break of each other, when he saw Yukari again he needed to hug and kiss her, she became a proper lady no longer a small child that summon him for cookies or for bullies. 

He got a crush in the 18 years old woman, and even if she doesn´t like him or she see him like a really old uncle that was okey for him. He knows that the flowers and potions that she makes can´t be eaten, so he always waits for her to give him a bite of her lunch or snacks. 

Beelphegor. 

When he tried to kill her in the other line of timpe she threw a flip flop in his head, and actually used her pacts, so Yukari 2.0 could have enough time to cast a spell, she summon an Archangel. It was impressive and the brothers were terrified, one human could summon anything was a danger. 

When she returned to her line she hugged Belphie and told him; If you try to kill me here, I will take your teared your head off, with one spell. After that they became such good friends, and she kept her secrete for eternity. 

With the undateables

Luke. 

Try to bully him and she will bite. She´s small so she hates with all her heart when the brothers are mean to him. Luke loves her, she´s like a big sister, and finally someone can face those devils. She even knows Michael, and when he speaks with him, Michael always tell him how impressed he was. Luke stook with Yukari every time he can, they also make sleepovers, and the curse in her door always give him a candy. He is the happiest Angel alive. 

Solomon. 

Worried, her magic is way to powerfull, he knows her type of magic, but, he can´t make it, that magic is from way far away in the humanity time line, and if she could summon one of the seven brothers when she was young, he didn´t knew how powerfull she was know. Ancient magic might stayed as a secret. He faced Yukari when she was angry, and damn, not even his magic helped him when he recived a Chanclazo.  

Simeon. 

He liked her, her apperiance was angelical, and her height was the cutest of them all, but he knew that even the Archangels had respect for that human, he saw her once in the  Realm, and he was shocked, she was nearly 14 years old, and was talking with Uriel like nothing. 

Diavolo. 

As powerful as a human might be, they have a time limit, he´s not that affraid of Yukari, he knows that she can handdle herself, and won´t start a rebelion Right? Even if she does that, he can always marry her and that would be all. 

Barbatos. 

He got atonished when she returned from the temporal line time, that wasn´t part of his plan, and she managed to break it. They became close, not only to know Yukari better but he needed to keep an eye on her, she wasn´t normal, she was playing with fire, but she didn´t get any burn of it.

LET´S LEARN SPANISH!

Chanclazo.  When a flip flop hit you

Güerito, This one is how should I say it? Kinda racist, means when a person has a white skin color and when he or she has a lighter hair. BUT in Mexico in the market, all people are güeritos, so dont worry. 

“Entra como perro por su casa”  He enters like a dog in his house

cempasúchil  A flower that means 1000 petals. And we use them for day of the deaths.

Papel picado Type of paper, that is use for our day of the deaths, in the ofrendas

“Pendeja, los demonios no son juguetes.” “DEJA EN PAZ A ESE DEMONIO YUKARI VERÓNICA PEREZ AGUILAR O YO TE PUTEO AQUÍ Y AHORA”: IDIOT, THE DEMONS AREN´T TOYS. LEAVE ALONE THAT DEMON YUKARI VERÓNICA PEREZ AGUILAR, OR I WILL KICK YOU HERE AND NOW. 

It´s very common that Latins owns 2 names and put the two last names of the two families, the whole name from a mother, means danger. 

 AMAAA DEJA LA CHANCLA NO, NOOOOOOOO EN LA ESPALDA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO AMAAAA MIS TATUAJESSS.

MOOOOOM LEAVE THE FLIP FLOP NO, NOOOOOOO, NO IN THE BACK, NOOOOOOOOOO MOOOOMMM MY TATOOS. 

¿¿Quien te manda pendeja??

Who leads you asshole?

horchata

Type of drink,without alcohol. It is usually made of rice, and it´s sweet. 

espesas : Thick. 

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me latin #obey me mammon #obey me undateables #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me let´s learn Spanish

[pianoperson]

Ikerev Army Boys in a Zoom Meeting

Because they gotta stay in quarantine but have to talk about important matters.

Black Army

Ray Blackwell

Look, you can’t tell me his background in Zoom is NOT a bunch of cats.

He’s the host of the meeting, being King of Spades.

He’s trying to look serious as he brings up important matters to discuss, but it’s hard to look serious when he’s always petting Belle and the 200 other cats he brought in his house because he knew he couldn’t go outside to the alleyway of cats so he brought them all in plus several other cats he encountered.

“Ray, stop petting the cats and focus.”

“But they’re too cute... and they’re hungry and need to be fed.”

He and Fenrir tend to sidetrack really often too.

“Rayyyy I want to see you again! Quarantine is killing me!”

“Fenrir, I promise you, when we meet again, I’ll be wearing a chicken suit and go ‘bokbok’.”

“We’re derailing from the conversation.”

“And why are you going to wear a chicken suit??”

“DM inside jokes”

Sirius Oswald

He’s the one making sure the meeting is organized, especially with the 40-minute time limit.

He takes notes of important points that are brought up in a notebook.

But here’s the thing about Sirius.

He’s wearing a decent polo shirt.

But then Zeta called for him because something in their house happened that requires his attention.

So he stood up... and revealed his pink strawberry boxers.

“Wait... what???”

“Sirius wha—“

Everyone ended up laughing their butts off.

Luka Clemence

He turns off his camera for most of the meeting because he’s cooking during the meeting but is still listening.

He didn’t mute his mic, however, so the commanders could hear the sound of him mixing and cooking.

Cue the grumbling of stomachs

Unfortunately for him, by the time he was done cooking and decided to turn on camera, the first thing he was greeted to was Sirius’ pink boxers.

Poor guy was traumatized.

Seth Hyde

Ok this guy was wearing a face mask during the whole meeting.

Well... both the N95 face mask and that face mask you apply on your face to make your skin smoother and remove any blockheads.

Oh, and he has curlers on his hair for reasons.

He gives a lot of side comments this whole meeting.

“Sirius, you’re really serious!~”

“Lukaaaaaaaaa what are you cooking?? You’re making me hungry!~”

“Fenrir, you’re such an idiot!”

He shrieked when Sirius revealed his pink boxers.

“EEK SIRIUS OSWALD, THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE AT ALL”

Fenrir Godspeed

He screamed when he first saw Seth’s mask because it looked really creepy.

“SETH WHAT THE HECK IS THAT”

“It’s my beauty mask, Fenrir.”

“It looks scary man!”

“What did you say?!”

“ALRIGHT YOU BRATS, LET’S GET BACK ON TOPIC!”

Ok, aside from the occasional sidetracking of topics with Ray, the guy was mostly behaved.

But on the side, he was browsing through memes on 9gag and ended up chuckling quite a lot.

When the meeting proceeded, he secretly videoed the whole Zoom meeting just in case, and it came in handy when Sirius had to stand up.

Fenrir was laughing the hardest among the BA guys, and even managed to take photos of Sirius’ boxers.

He uploaded the portion of Sirius revealing his boxers on Youtube, titling it ‘Funniest Zoom Meeting’, and it got 1.1m views. Don’t tell Sirius, though, he doesn’t know about this.

Red Army

Lancelot Kingsley

The poor guy didn’t know anything about Zoom.

First, he joined without video, so his face wasn’t seen.

He accidentally muted his mic and he was talking, not realizing they couldn’t hear him. He was really confused on why everyone was ignoring him.

“King Lancelot, why are you so quiet?”

“Wait Lance, turn on your video and mic.”

???

The last 10 minutes was wasted on trying to direct Lancelot how to turn on his video and mic. But thankfully, in the second meeting, he was heard and seen

It was really weird for him, seeing his comrades on a screen and not face to face. And frankly, it was a little refreshing to see them not wearing their uniforms. Kyle and Zero looked a little more frazzled than they usually are (well, Kyle always looks messy, but this was a whole new level) while Edgar and Jonah still looked impeccable as ever.

Otherwise, he was normal. Just needs help with technology.

Also took him forever to leave the first meeting oof

Jonah Clemence

He was the one who hosted the meeting.

Like Sirius, he was the one who kept the meeting organized and was the one bringing up points for discussion.

Oh but he also nags the others.

“Edgar, stop eating jellybeans! How many times do I have to tell you that?!”

“Kyle, your hair is a mess. Fix it. Now!”

“Lol ok Mom”

“Mom?!”

He’s the one making sure the meeting does not sidetrack but ironically is the one who changes topic by being mom.

Edgar Bright

He’s taking a video of the whole meeting and taking down notes of important points brought up.

But the whole time, he was snacking off. He turned off camera and muted his mic at appropriate times so Jonah wouldn’t catch him. But somehow, Jonah still caught him.

“Oh, you caught me. But how? I have my camera off and my mic muted when I eat.”

“Edgar... I just know.”

“Jonah’s mom senses were tingling. Can’t get away from motherly instincts Edgar.”

Edgar does not regret taking video of the meeting at all, partly for reference but mostly because of Kyle’s boxer reveal when the meeting was over.

Like Fenrir, he also uploaded it on Youtube and it also hit 1.1m views.

Kyle Ash

He was late to the meeting because guess who had a hangover.

He slept through the first meeting. Thankfully, he joined the second one on time.

He was mostly spacing out throughout the whole meeting, and Jonah had to snap at him to get his attention.

Head empty, only beer

When everyone said their goodbyes, Kyle got up, not realizing he forgot to leave the meeting and that he had his briefs shown to the others, butt facing the camera. He scratched his butt too.

Edgar and Lancelot were laughing really hard, especially the former. He even took pictures of Kyle walking around and touching things with the hand he used to scratch his butt.

Jonah had spat out his tea when he saw Kyle and his briefs.

“KYLE ASH, TURN OFF YOUR CAMERA!”

Zero

Goodest boi

He was actually paying attention.

Well, he was eating his meal during the meeting.

He was both bemused and disgusted at Kyle’s briefs reveal and he was kinda glad he didn’t stand up because he was also in his underwear.

But yes, good boi, not much to say

#ikerev #ikemen revolution #jonah clemence #luka clemence #fenrir godspeed #edgar bright #lancelot kingsley #ray blackwell #sirius oswald #seth hyde #kyle ash #ikerev zero #ikerev hc #damn haven’t made ikerev hcs in a while

[glowyjellyfish]

A Medieval Megakingdom update covering the last few days:

I remodeled Gabriel Green’s house, build hovels for Tara Kat and Chastity Gere, finally got Jessica Peterson moved into the church, and started giving Desiderata Valley sims their medieval makeovers. ...then I tried to use a downloaded tavern for the Baldwin’s Hedge Tavern and the game crashed. Sigh. I really don’t want to feel obligated to build every single lot I need personally, but downloaded lots tend to be a. not designed for the MCC, b. many years old, and c. come with loads of CC that just load blue and broken for me, somehow. i use the clean installer, I am in the process of downloading Literally Everything medieval for the Sims 2 that I can find, these are popular lots, and still... broken. I’m trying to reinstall the CEP to see if that helps with some of these; others I will have to hunt down or else just... forget about, and I don’t wanna.

Oh boy, I don’t usually put these behind a click so far, but... that’s a lot of photos.

Anyway, here’s Gabriel Green’s house! It’s kinda too fancy for him; he’s a yeoman. But I also couldn’t decide what kind of job he should have and am debating giving him a proper home business to take up most of this space; right now he’s vaguely set up as a carpenter.

...he wants to be a Royal Physician, but that’s not happening given his social class and his lack of college education. I am considering giving him the “healing herbal tea shop” I was planning to give the Cordial sisters, operating it out of his house in one of the big empty rooms, and then letting him join the medical career if he lives to see the subhood hit the appropriate level.

On to Tara Kat’s house! One sim who will probably not try to keep her last name when she marries. Also, I did not realize that the MCC does not outline making peasants into farmers, possibly because it outdates Sun & Moon’s Star Factory...? but whatever, it’s fine. I might one day try to make her have an Arrangement with the local grocer, we’ll see.

ugh, I completely re-downloaded the medieval wood sets and it’s still giving me blue. that’s why I am experimenting with reinstalling the CEP.

Not sure how well it shows up, but she’s got 5 each of about 10-20 different kinds of crops, plus a single industrial grain plot so she can work on providing animal feed. I... am not sure a single sim can actually handle this; she will be looking for a husband very quickly no doubt.

And Chastity Gere’s hovel:

She’s a woodcutter. I figured given her normal outfit, she should be a little tough and a little less gender-conforming than average. I bought her a lot of trees for her lot partially because Belladonna Cove’s nature lots aren’t going to have many choppable trees on them; BDC is more of a Meadows town.

Finally, the made-over sims of the day:

Jessica Peterson; having left her Noble husband, she’s lost all status and was forced to go to the church. She can either stay, leave to get married and join her new husband’s social class, or leave on her own and be an outcast. We’ll see someday!

Robert Kim. Like Tara Kat, I always forget this family exists! But they’re perfect for a hood where I needed to add more families at various locations and social classes. Given their house, they probably shouldn’t be peasants, but who cares? It’s getting bulldozed!

Justin Kim.

And Cynthia Kim! Boy, that is very much Not a medieval name.

John Mole. I think I’m gonna make him be a hunter.

Edward Contrary.

Opal Contrary.

and Rick Contrary. I haven’t decided what their family labor business is going to be yet, but they are peasants in the highly wooded Desiderata Valley, so...

Anyway, here’s the last one, and much most exciting. Presenting my best efforts to make a medieval version of the Ottomas family presentable!

Dora Ottomas. Her face is just generally bad. I did my best.

Peter Ottomas, looking surprisingly nice with his hair lengthened and his pornstache turned into a respectable medieval... goatee...?

Samantha Ottomas, and geez why didn’t I work around that plumbob better? She looks fine, I think. There is something weird about her eyes, with misshapen circles underneath that screw with all makeup attempts, but she’s fine, she’s presentable.

David Ottomas. As you may know, he suffers from both a weird nose, and the eye shape inherited from his mother, plus a little jutting lip. But some shaggy hair helped quite a bit.

Sharla is a mess that’s barely holding it together for this picture. She’s got the eye shapes, the weird nose, and a severe jutting lip that cast a shadow on her upper lip, and no makeup I had could fix it. She looks perfectly fine here, but in motion it’s not pretty. Not to mention that I picked out this nice hair, and then when she started moving it became apparent that the hair was not affixed to her scalp correctly, causing floating hair and bald spots. I’ll give her a different hair when it comes time to play. I am impressed how nice and pleasant she managed to look for the picture, given all her myriad health issues.

And Tommy Ottomas. He’s okay, I think his big problems are usually limited to the weird eye shapes. It’s usually the twins that, in my games, have historically had extremely odd and awkward faces. We’ll see whether they are cursed this time. The Ottomas family is going to own Desiderata Valley’s local hedge tavern, assuming I manage to add one. I really don’t wanna build the same type of community lot eight times, one for each subhood.

#the sims 2 #ts2 #sims 2 medieval #the Megakingdom of Simland #simblr

[moonchildsaurora]

The Doctor who’s not really a Doctor

»»—— Crew Member #4 of Space Pirates ATEEZ ——««

all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys:

[CAPTAIN] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

“look I’m a doctor but not that kind of doctor, please don’t bleed all over me”

often described as having celestial-level beauty, with a demon’s fiery soul (and mouth)

get on his bad side and he’ll start a solar flare magnitude of a roast that you wished you weren’t invited to 

“HE’S MY BEST FRIEND, WE’VE BEEN FRIENDS FO-“, “yes OK WE GET IT WOOYOUNG” 

grew up in the upper district of Liyutania where it’s renowned for its rich architecture, scholarly institutions and affluent demography. The lower district consists of merchant markets, working-class citizens and where the nationally popular activity of podracing would take place in Drifters Arena 

Yeosang is half human, half Suva [database file: rumoured to be descendants from the stars] hence the etherealness he’s inherited from his mother. His hair and skin has a soft glow whenever he’s in direct sun light, has limited ability to self-heal (although it takes up quite a bit of energy to do so) and precognition – both of which are common among Suvas. However Yeosang has yet to gain control over his visions; majority of the time it comes randomly and only shows for the next instant/near-future rather than far future 

the days Yeosang wasn’t cooped up reading encyclopaedias on the major comets and constellations of Planet Aipotu, he’d tag along with the family’s cook to the lower districts to help with ingredients shopping 

on the contrary to stereotypes for people of his class, Yeosang was brought up in a family who taught about equality rather than status, compassion over ignorance. So mingling with the lower district community was something he actually enjoyed, often finding the residents to be more genuine despite their rustic nature 

Old Brax from the local bakery would often treat Yeosang to a hot oshiadilla bun [database file: steamed buns that comes with various floral-infused custard filling] ever since he offered to help the baker package and display the food around the shop 

a simple smile, greeting and/or subtle kind gestures were what made Yeosang loveable 

the day 10 year old Yeosang experienced his first vision was the same day Wooyoung came stumbling into his life. A confused little Yeo managed to smoothly side-step and grab onto the stranger with lilac hair to stop a potentially painful crash thanks to his foresight 

“I like your hair! It’s the colour of clouds at sunset….I’m Yeosang by the way. Kang Yeosang! What’s your name?” 

immediately Wooyoung knew this kid was different from the rest of the uppers (slang for the rich ones) and dropped his defences a little more, “name’s Wooyoung and thanks for…” 

“just Wooyoung?” 

Yeosang learnt at a young age just how privileged he really is, and his brows furrowed at thought of how lonely it must’ve been for Wooyoung – what youngling would want to return to an empty house at each day’s end? 

first he split half his oshiadilla bun to share, before changing up young Wooyoung’s routine in a more pleasant way by making sure he’s surrounded by laughter and good company that night 

the Kangs pretty much find themselves having a new addition to the family, the first time Yeosang saw Wooyoung drop his tough exterior was when his mother fitted Woo in his new school uniform and embraced him as if he was her own child 

where Yeosang excelled in, was his studies (because the boy genuinely enjoyed learning) whilst Wooyoung gave it his best, though his intelligence comes in a different form   

has always loved astronomy and reading since young, which his parents were supportive of and provided the means for him to continue studying at the top institutes for his doctorate 

is well versed with 8 different languages and specialised in deciphering scripts as well as star charts/maps by the time he graduated 

being a model student Yeo has a sophisticated disposition with underlying quick-wittedness. He once broke character to deck a classmate with a book and even went as far to throw hands for verbally humiliating and splashing dirty water on Wooyoung in the eating hall. Wooyoung had to hold him back before the Headmistress came storming in to break up the fight 

his parents gave him a stern talking but they understood his intentions, Yeosang’s mother in particular was just as protective of her adopted son

nowadays if Yeosang had to attack it’d be through his colourful vocabulary because, “my jawline isn’t the only thing that can cut a bitch”

he did learn some hand-to-hand combat from San and Wooyoung had taught the basics of shooting a beam pistol – for extra precaution of course 

became The Perihelion’s official navigator after the crew met him at one of Wooyoung’s racing days

long story short: miscommunication occurred with a local merchant so cue Yeosang to the rescue – majority of the crew gawking at this angel – fluently translating to the correct dialect and civilly explaining to the hot-headed merchant that what they meant was “how much?” and not “shit fraud” 

he knew exactly the item they were after (thanks to an impromptu vision again) which caused Hongjoong to be shook, San was mildly impressed and the rest of the crew were just confused

“do you think he can read minds?”, “hush! He’s right there…..though that’d be cool if he could”

“no offence but you might want to work on your intergalactic translations first before trying to translate charts,” and here they all thought that San’s gaze was piercing, Yeosang might as well have shot arrows through them

Yeosang was totally lowkey judging

as thanks Hongjoong invited Yeo along for lunch, classic enthusiastic Mingi picked the boy up before anyone else could say anything and started to walk off in search of food

Seonghwa tried to get him to put Yeosang down because he was 90% sure that the half-Suva was close to using the good ol’ knee-them-in-the-balls, plus the rest of the public were starting to stare           

“HEY! What in Andromeda’s name are you doing with my best friend?!” a wild sweaty, sleeves already rolled up Wooyoung appeared 

thankfully with space dad’s & mum’s intervention, things didn’t get too out of hand (save for Wooyoung nearly butting heads with both San & Mingi) and by the time the twin suns were setting everyone was sharing drinks at the local Tav 

after Yeosang casually enquired Hongjoong’s crew about their intentions for needing the map to Parilles [database file: a minor planet long forgotten in the current’s solar system], there was a moment of silence before a barrage of “HOW DO- YOU CAN READ THIS SCRIPT???”

later on Yeosang would break the news to his family that both him and Wooyoung got invited to ‘an expedition’ which they accepted, “just so I can finally make use of this piece of parchment that I only spent a quarter of my life studying for.” Both of them promising their parents to write whenever they can and visit annually at least 

grew to become Seonghwa’s favourite child, sometimes helping the actual doctor with his work (or care for plant children). Refused to leave his side when the newly-awoken cyborg was in recovery, “there’s just something in my eyes and no I DON’T need tissues” followed by not so subtle sniffles

the navigator’s office is nothing less than regal (contrasting the rest of the ship’s organised mess) with shelves of books, pin boards, dangling starcatchers and a solid cherry oak desk in the middle where Yeosang would be busily scribbling notes with ink & quill on the array of charts he’s got splayed out as his little Yunhogizer flits around. Somewhere in there is also a secret compartment filled with emergency sweet treats too 

currently is dealing with sulky Wooyoung and Mingi because he blocked them on the companion bot’s messenger after that whole spicy photos fiasco that he’s so sure has permanently scarred his otherwise perfect eyesight; “be gone you ferals, and repent for your sins! By the way, I’m revoking bro privileges Wooyoung”

(moodboard made with love, by @s1ardusk​ ♡)

#ateez headcanons #atzinc #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez imagines #pirate ateez #pirate ateez au #ateez blurbs #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #Perihelion Crew #ateez fic #ateez writing #pyx writes

[angelicspaceprince]

Random Beetlejuice HCs.

Random Beetlejuice headcanons (there are some sad ones about how he died at the end of the SFT stuff, soz all). Also there is some stuff that is AFAB but not AMAB, I’ll work on that later. TW: Suicide, depression, self-harm talk.

SFT:

Is a hand holder. He needs to hold your hand whenever people are around to centre himself but also to show the world that you’re his and to just know that he is loved and to make sure you know you are loved

Really bad social skills and a horrid sense of personal space

Is a literal ball of anxiety and is a stimmer

Rocks in a ball when things ever overwhelming and flaps his hands when nervous

You get him a fidget toy that he uses so much it breaks within a month, so you have a steady supply at hand that he keeps in his pocket always

Is meh on the coffee thing, isn’t a massive tea fan, hot chocolate is where it’s at!

Actually a really good cook? He watches a ton of cooking Youtube videos when you’re away at work or at friends and ends up taking it up as a hobby

Legit cries when you give him his first gift ever because he’s never received a gift before

The first time you go to family Christmas and they give him a present he has to excuse himself because he just starts crying because these people don’t even know him and they got him a present? What the fuck?

Much to your surprise, he takes up knitting?

It’s a nice way to cool his brain and keep focused without disassociating (which he does often) and the bonus is he gets cute socks out of it?

In his mind, it’s a win win situation

Also he can knit dicks to throw at people, that’s just extra awesome

Can play guitar, piano and saxophone. Often likes to sing to you but the content matter of the songs aren’t always loving (mostly about how he wants to pound you)

Actually not a massive fan of horror movies, they’re so unrealistic that it bugs him

Will make sure that you can’t leave his grasp if he needs a cuddle session on the couch because he needs that contact time

Is really sensitive but will make a joke out of it, so half the time you don’t know if he isn’t offended or if he is and he’s just hiding it

You come home one day and suddenly there is just….a dog in your house?

“His name is Sandy, he is a black Labrador and he is our son now.”

Absolutely shocking handwriting. Just. Abysmal. You can’t make it out, so now its just become some weird game of Pictionary whenever he leaves a note for you that isn’t the phrase ‘I love you’.

Is super messy (obviously) but if you tell him to clean up, he will

If you do the dishes together (the only way you can get him to help clean up after cooking), he does the drying up because he does not want to shove his hands into hot soapy water, no thank you

When he dances, its not the timid, shy dancing you see when people aren’t dancing in a group. Its full on, full body, the entire house is his stage kinda dancing. And its arguably pretty good

Even when he gets you to dance what clearly isn’t a proper tango, but it’s fun none the less.

Really sensitive about suicide and self-harm, because he’s been there

Think about it, he was Juno’s assistant (movie, not musical, I know) which means he was a public servant which means he committed suicide

Given the way that everyone who has died carries on how they died into the afterlife through their looks from the moment they died, we can reason that Beetlejuice looks exactly like how he did when he died

The moss and hair and mildew and just the general damp look he seems to carry makes me think that he was either drunk, fell over and drowned in a puddle or lake or it was a calculated move and he killed himself to get away from his mother or just general demons

So yeah, if you self-harm or talk about killing yourself, he takes that very personally because you deserve better than that, and he’ll be damned if you kill yourself on his watch

It takes him a while to admit to you what happened and how he died, and it most definitely happens when you’re both drunk, but you remember what he says and whenever he talks about his childhood because its horrible and always ends with you holding him close because he clearly needs that shit

NSFT

Our boy here is such a switch

There are days where he needs to absolutely dominate the shit out of you, controlling every aspect of what happens, including when, where and how you cum

But sometimes he just needs to be taken care of and to obey every order you give him

Has tried every single kink and only a few of them are a hard no in his books

But if he had to limit it to his top 5-10 they’d be: Mommy/Daddy Kink, Puppy Kink, Cum Inflation (or anything to do with cum really), edge play, cock warming, anything that ends with either of you having a tummy bulge due to a toy, cock or just the sheer amount of cum that’s in you, humiliation, public sex, impact play and adduction/consensual non-consensual play

Rarely asks for you to be a sub for 24 hours, but he’s happy to be in puppy space or in sub space for days or even weeks if you so want or if he needs

Can give himself blowjobs

Also enjoys having his clones get in on the fun and to mess with you throughout the day if he knows he can get away with it

So. Many. Dick. Pics.

Just. Constantly sending you photos of his junk because he can

Sex is rarely serious unless you’re in a scene where that is required. If you two are just fooling around, it’s full of puns and laughter

Wearing stripes turns him on, wearing his clothes even more so

Lingerie to him is wearing his oversized hoodies and a pair of striped panties

Really good at shibari

If you’re in public and aren’t paying attention to him, he will slide a hand up towards your crotch and just push his way inside and start fingering you until you cum as quietly as you possibly can before sucking his fingers clean with a grin because ‘you should have been paying attention’

Massive case filled with toys that seem endless, almost like the perverted version of Mary Poppins’ bag

Likes to put toys in you when he’s in dom mode and make you wear them in public all day whilst he’s at home controlling the vibrator settings, just to see how much you can take

He. Will. Eat. You. Out. And is the king of it. And is proud of that fact

Aftercare is a must between the two of you, and due to his abandonment issues you can’t leave during aftercare time. You can during a scene if you tell him where you’re going and why but afterwards, he needs you there without interruption until he’s fully recovered. Both in dom and sub mode

Safe word is bath, for obvious reasons

You managed to get him in the shower once to tell him it’s a kink of yours to fuck in the shower and he was down for that. Didn’t work a second time, but he got the picture. BATHE

Has, on more than one occasion, made his dick stripy to surprise you and it always ends with you going no. Just no.

Produces an extreme amount of cum, it should be illegal and inhuman, which incidentally, he is

Can make his cock grow, swell, shrink, whatever you need on his command and he loves when he’s being cockwarmed to make his cock grow whenever you shift or move as punishment

Sometimes, in sub space, if he’s feeling needy and you need to work, you get him to sit in your chair and you sit on him. If he moves without warning, you make it to leave but he whines and promises to be good. If he says ‘I just need to adjust’ or whatever, then you won’t move if he starts to shift

IS. INTO. PRAISE. KINK

PRAISE THIS BOY

SO MUCH!

If you praise him well enough in sub space, he will cum without being touched and that, at the end of the day, is the goal

Really fucking low refectory period, like we are talking seconds

He’s not a one go type of guy, if you guys be fucken, you guys be fucken for hours

Has done stretches before sex to make you laugh and roll your eyes

Bought glow in the dark condoms once and surprised you with it

Most of the time, he will hold hands with you in some way as you fuck

Falls asleep within seconds of finishing and holds onto you so tight you can’t escape to pee or do whatever you need to do

Favourite positions: Doggy style, you riding his face or him or up a wall/on a counter

Claims you’re his favourite meal and that he has saved the best seat in the house which is his lap or his face

Most DEFINITELY as left you tied up in a room with a vibe pressed firmly on your clit to see how many times you can cum. He’s just outside the door, you both just like it when he acts as if he has left you alone to ‘suffer’

#ama writes #ama's stuff #Beetlejuice the Musical #Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice The Animated Series #Beetlejuice (1988) #Betelgeuse #Beetlejuice headcanons #beetlejuice the musical headcanons #headcanons #betelgeuse headcanons #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice/reader #betelgeuse/reader #betelgeuse x reader #beetlejuice x reader headcanons #beetlejuice/reader headcanons

[hannibalecterf]

Chapter 3: How To Destroy A Friendship Group In 10 Seconds Or Less: A Guide!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The people are clamouring for My Response™️ to this situation, and by god they’re about to receive one.

I spend well over an hour drafting My Response™️ to be as inoffensive as possible. It’s so blandly polite and milquetoast it could easily land me a job as the PR manager of a particularly controversial company. YouTubers wish they had my writing talents on hand for their apology video scripts.

Of all of the radfem leaning members of our friendship group, I’m the closest to the Inner Circle. They consider me a good friend. They even love me. Erupting Scrote has even been asking for my response to the situation. If anyone’s going to get a reasonable reception to radical ideas, it’s me.

If I have one regret, it’s not sending a message to ES privately before posting publicly. I’m not sure it ultimately would have made any difference, but it would have been less of a shock for him when The Response™️ went up.

11 pm rolls around, and I deem My Response™️ ready for public appraisal. In one fell swoop, i singlehandedly destroy a friendship group, as well as, depending on who tells it, the entire modern trans movement. I make a peach post, which here, I include in full:

The replies we’re shall we say, not understanding:

But this is nothing on the flood of public posts made on the situation, and the messages I and my friends personally receive. All of them make several dramatic peach posts about how betrayed they feel (though I will not be including too many screenshots due to the photo limit).

Milk Pervert doesn’t get in touch with me at all, but posts this on her public twitter:

For reference, Cath is the ex, REDACTED is the “friend with bad vibes,” and I’m the friend who has been indoctrinated. I think that’s the thing that annoys me the most about this tweet. None of those people viewed me as a full human being with autonomy or a mind of my own. I was their cute little pet who smiled and agreed with everything they said and did. Even in committig my ultimate act of Evil, MP denies my agency and puts in on “indoctrination.” The joke’s on her anyway, I’m the one who indoctrinated Cath! (But I will say, we have absolutely started calling ourselves the TERF Trio, the witch vibes are out of this world).

Herb messages me: “this is all i have to say- not that you seem to care about how any of us feel but i want you to know this has been one of the most devastating nights of my life and i am truly hurt. if you don't want to listen to us you don't have to, but you should care about the fact that people who considered you such a close friend feel this hurt and betrayed. all of us do.” — Not to be spicy, but this is incredibly emotionally manipulative? Also, completely out of proportion considering what I actually said. Though I will say, Herb had the decency not to immedately block me, and we actually stayed in contact for several weeks afterwards to have a conversation about the situation, and ultimately parted ways on not terrible terms. (Having said that, over the last week, Herb has made two (2) Facebook posts regarding #MilkGate, both of which fuelled my urge to make this writeup).

While this is all going on, some poor innocent bystanders are dragged forcibly into this mess against their will. Here, I finally introduce Möther, Crystal, Crow, and Jam. On the morning of the 15th of August, ES sent out three identical messages: one to Möther, one to Crystal, one to Crow. This information, I learned secondhand from them. I am not privy to the full message, but from what I’m told the message went something like: “do you henceforth renounce all association with the witches discovered within the good town of Salem, and stand with us goodfolk against evil?” Möther, who had recently suffered a family tragedy and publicly announced that she was taking a break from social media, left the message on read and never responded or talked to those people again. Crow, who read the message at work, replied that she was currently unable to form a proper response and would get back in touch later (this was deemed as too non-commital, and she was quickly tossed onto the burning pyre with the rest of us Evil Transphobes). Crystal, however, went the fuck off. I don’t know exactly what he said, but this mad lad decided that enough was enough and he didn’t want to put up with this shit anymore, so he sent ES a long, angry message expressing his disgust and blocked him.

The real devastation comes from Jam. I’m not so upset that she chose to side with the TRAs, that’s her prerogative. It’s just that, before MilkGate went down, REDACTED and I had begun to form a fairly underground lesbian-only group in our city, and we had invited Jam to join the committee. We wanted a safe and discreet place for fellow lesbians to meet and share our experiences, away from non-lesbians. It was sort of supposed to be a secret. What annoys me is that, according to Crow, who was still in the group chat at this point, Jam TOLD everyone in the chat about it. She described it as a “secret TERF group,” and MP went on to post about it publically on twitter! All of the hard work we put into setting up this safe space lesbians ruined by a bunch of petty children who don’t want to acknowledge that basic fucking biology has an impact on women’s lives!

But the real kicker comes from my interactions with Erupting Scrote. On facebook messenger, he simply messaged me to say: “i just read your post on peach and i want you to know my heart is broken” before promptly blocking me everywhere. Now, Mr. Scrote had been my best friend for four years. I genuinely loved him, would have done anything for him, even by that point, when I was feeling so much unspoken bitterness resentment. For better or worse, I was not going to let that be our last conversation. So, I sent him a message on WhatsApp. (I will summarise the conversation, rather than reposting it word for word, as it is rather long).

On the night of the 15th, I sent a long message basically saying that I would understand if ES didn’t want to see me again, but that I was sorry for hurting him and wanted, if nothing else, to offer a proper goodbye.

He replied the following evening. If Herb’s initial message was emotionally manipulative, Mr. Scrote took it a whole new level of toxicity, to the point that in hindsight, it’s actually deeply funny. He sent several messages over the course of the next five minutes, but I think these are my personal favourite:

Motherfucker had the audacity to give me a time limit! Some deep, hidden, unexplored part of me reared it’s ugly head, and it simply said

Fuck That Noise

Something clicked in me, and I realised, after all this time, that my best friend was a massive fucking dick. This was A Dick Move. More than that, he’d been treating me like crap for years! And so, with every fibre of spite I had in my body, I sent the bitchiest possible reply I could in the 12 minutes so graciously left to me. The possessive behaviour, the infantilisation, the shitty way he treated my friends, the fact that he wouldn’t notice an act of misogyny if it danced the cancan in front of him, all of that bile came pouring out. In that moment, I was Elphaba, and this was my No Good Deed. I was wicked through and through. And then, with four minutes left on the stopwatch, just as he sent that bitching fucking “so I’m going to block you now,” message, I sent my reply, and I blocked the fucker before he could block me. Vindication was mine.

Now, after all this, the days and days of lactation induced drama, a situation which effects even me now, 3 months later, one must wonder, is there anything to be learned from this?

No!

#milkgate

[secondgenerationnerd]

Kathaya headcannons?

We doing pregnant headcannons because ya girl be in a mood!

Before they were dating, they’d actually talked about if either of them wanted to be a mom one day. 

They both wanted kids like right after they got married (and while they were still pretty young)

Because two cis girls cannot technically make a baby, they use a sperm bank (and manage to get the same donor for Azalea and Rosemary.)

When it came to the conversation about who would carry the babies, Maya absolutely wanted to and Kathy was not about to argue with her XD

Maya realized her period was late while Kathy was out of town. Took the test and sure enough she was pregnant. Kathy started sobbing when Maya told her. 

They wait a bit before telling Epsilon and Omega. Of course both teams are thrilled for them, with Epsilon making bets on who’s going to be best auntie.

With Azalea, Maya has a craving for lots of sweets. Like more than her normal love for them. Then with Rosemary, she wants nothing but roast beef sandwiches with pickles. 

Kathy loves seeing Maya’s tummy, especially with Aza because she’s their first baby.

Maya does seem bigger than what Irey did, so you know Alpha made a shitty comment to her.

Normally she wouldn’t care, but pregnancy hormones.

Kathy, however, doesn’t see that. All she sees is a bunch of assholes who just made her wife cry because she’s carrying her and Kathy’s baby, after dealing with their misogynistic and homophobic asses for over 10 years. 

While she isn’t saint like, Kathy doesn’t lose her temper that often. Which makes her slamming Jackson against a wall, with her eyes fucking drilling into him, and everyone in the area can feel her rage.

She makes it real clear that Maya, Azalea, and everyone else Kathy loves are now off limits and if they want to test her, she will show them exactly how powerful she is.

It’s Maya’s soft voice that pulls Kathy back. While Alpha scurries off like the cowards they are, Kathy’s checking to make sure she didn’t hurt Azalea. Once she’s sure, Kathy kisses her wife and says she’s sorry. Maya just holds Kathy’s hands on her belly. 

When Maya goes into labor with Azalea, Kathy’s with her every single second. Azalea might look like a little alien baby, but she’s their alien baby, dammit!

Azalea’s aunts (Epsilon) got her a mess of onesies that say things like “Ain’t no Mamas like the two I got” and “They’re both my real mom” and “Mommas’ Little Peanut” and “My aunt: The woman, the legend, the bad influence”

They also bring Kathy and Maya all sorts of frozen meals and snacks right after Azalea’s born. While the new moms get some time to shower and recharge, Azalea’s passed around her aunties for kisses and cuddles. 

“This is the only reason you all showed up?”

“We thought the food would lighten the ego blow”

“Unless any of you suddenly start making milk, I’m always her favorite person.”

Watching Azalea the first year is a dream if you ask them. Because it’s all so new an exciting and they love her so much.

Around Azalea’s second birthday, they decide to try for a second baby. 

This time, the egg came from Kathy that Maya would still carry. 

Aza is super happy to be getting a baby sister and talks to her in Maya’s belly all the time. 

Aza is also suuuuuuuper protective of Maya, literally growling at anyone that comes near her Maman.

Maya and Kathy think it’s absolutely adorable. They let Aza help them pick out stuff for Roro’s nursery.

Getting pregnancy photos with Azalea was the cutest thing ever and they joke it’s why she got into photography. 

Delivering Rosemary wasn’t much different than Azalea...but then Maya’s blood pressure dropped and she had to be rushed into an emergency hysterectomy. 

Kathy was convinced she was about to lose her wife. Epsilon brought Azalea to the hospital to meet her new sister (Kathy hadn’t had a chance to tell them) and end up staying with Kathy until Maya’s out of surgery.

Azalea cuddles into her Momma’s chest, trying to not let Kathy feel alone.  Kathy loves her big girl for it.

Because Azalea asked so many times (and everyone thought it would help Kathy’s nerves), the nurses brought Roro back from the nursery. Kathy helps Azalea hold her baby sister and it’s a moment of true bliss.

Once Maya’s safely out of surgery and up, she gets that same moment of bliss with Aza and Roro sleeping on her chest. 

They have two perfectly healthy girls and their family feels complete if you ask them.

#kathy branden #maya ducard #kathaya #kathaya kids #nobody #DC comics #Beacon

[thesevennumbers]

everyone's watching (to see the fallout)

The Handler's had her eyes on Number Five for quite some time, little does she know..so have the other Commission Workers

AN: I’m self-promoing here cause I can

They’d discuss it over lunch, like it was some casual everyday thing at work, not the life of a person. It was simply another funny story, “Did you see what the kid did today?” Or “you’ll never believe what happened!”

Here in the cubicles and harsh conditions of sitting in an office all day, the mind tends to be on the rather indifferent side.

There’s a massive betting pool running in the underground of Commission headquarters. It’s mostly on the mundane things, how much liquor the kid could consume, how many rib cages he’d accidentally step through, how many times he’d return to the place where he’d buried his siblings. All silly mundane things that could be predicted with numbers and estimates, something not uncommon in Commission headquarters.

But none of that compared to the betting pool on his life. Because not even the best of the best could calculate every single factor into the lifespan of a teleporting miracle baby. The life of a kid that most of them didn’t even bother to know the name of, their expectations for his lifespan quite low.

They held parties for milestones. He was a mascot of sorts, they praised him in the halls.

“The apocalypse kid reached 16 today!”

“I can’t believe he’s made it this far.”

“Who’s still in the race?”

“I think Joel got out today, he said only 2 years.”

“Please, any reasonable person would say around 3.”

“You’re both wrong, he’s going to succumb to starvation in 6 years, I’m telling you.”

“6 years is crazy, you won’t win.”

“We’ll see about that.”

As the kid grew up, time flying by for him, the betting pool prizes grew more and more insane. First, off the initial 30,000 American dollars bet, the money had increased from there to the hundreds of millions. But that wasn’t what made the bet so intoxicating, money didn’t matter to the workers of the Commission. The promises woven in were the real bread and butter.

The first promise added was the promise of your own personal briefcase to travel anywhere you liked in the world, (as long as you didn’t mess up the timeline of course, and the office workers knew better than anyone just how brutal the temporal assassins could be.) The freedom to be able to leave the office they had to spend the rest of their lives in was too good to be true, many workers changed their bets after that.

The second was the ability to insert yourself into one pivotal moment of history, to have your name imprinted forever, replacing one person involved in a conflict. To be recognized for your efforts. The money skyrocketed.

The third was the tipping point for many, the ability to be allowed to see their families that they left behind once more. Some of the office workers bawled their eyes out and added multiple more bets on the life of the apocalypse teen.

Eventually, there had to be a limit set on the amount of bets one can place and the office rioted. The fights continued for weeks until an agreement was set at 10 total.

Everyone took the opportunity to bet all 10 of their votes on the kid, who had just hit 18 and was now shooting upwards, though not as much as he probably could’ve with proper food.

Once he was 18 was when the concerns began to be voiced. Of course, there had been whispers before, about the cruelty of placing cash over the life of a child, but they had only been whispers. And once he’d spent 5 years in the end, these whispers turned to shouts.

“He’s talking to a mannequin. Do you know how depressing that is?”

“The management should be doing something, the kid’s smart, did you see that equation he wrote yesterday? I couldn’t figure that one out for a week.”

“That’s an obscene amount of alcohol for an 18 year old.”

“I had an 18 year old kid when I got recruited and if anyone ever did this to him, I’d rip their throat out.”

“Yea, I bet almost 1,000 on the kid, but I regret it now, you know? He almost collapsed from dehydration yesterday.”

Other people than the office workers began to take notice of him such as the temporal assassins and the time calculators. Multiple requests came into the offices from the assassins to just put the kid out of his misery, or at least put him to work. The calculators were often seen taking photos of his math and applying it to their own.

There were protests. Office workers with little time on their hands began to research the apocalypse teen. They’d relay the information to the others, whispering as the management walked by, looking for the troublemakers who started the rumors. The anger grew, many office workers pulled their bets from the pools, furious at the management for keeping a kid in the  apocalypse.

They related to him, because just like him, they were trapped, held down in place simply by the neatly manicured hands of the Handler. She began to patrol the halls during breaks, eyeing the files room and waiting for an unsuspecting office worker to try and sneak in. Many met the furious nails of the Handler during these attempts and never were the same after that.

It only boosted the protests.

Eventually, the management had had enough, they shot down every single betting pool and hid all of the apocalypse files in one place. They put one trustworthy person in charge of everything apocalypse and swiftly eliminated everyone who’d loudly protested against the treatment of the apocalypse kid, (he was still called that, even after they had learned his name.)

The apocalypse kid faded out of the collective memory of the office workers. Until he showed up, almost 40 years later (in progressive time, not Commission time). Being office workers, they weren’t allowed to see him very often, but they did relish each time he was near the offices and laughed at all the little ways he rebelled against his instructions.

“The instructions simply said to kill William Frontier, but the apocalypse kid set the entirety of London on fire! He’s crazy!”

“Apocalypse kid almost went to go see his siblings during his assignment today, he almost broke the entire timeline.”

“I wish he did, we need a day off.”

“God, did you hear what apocalypse kid did this time?”

“No.”

“He increased the amount of time it will take Julius Caesar to die by almost fifteen minutes.”

“Shit man, that’s actually hilarious. Did management kick his ass for it?”

“No they just let it slide. They’re getting lazier.”

They rooted for apocalypse kid, Number Five all the way until March 24, 2019, when he enacted a plan he apparently had planned for years to escape. The Handler sent Hazel and Cha-Cha after him and the office workers waited for the news of Number Five’s demise.

Imagine their surprise when a younger version of Number Five waltzed into their offices with the Handler at his side. He barely spared them a passing glance but they all watched him with wide eyes and mutters. They side-eyed him as he awkwardly typed at a typewriter for maybe three minutes before shutting down Dot with a simple, “I must have utter silence to complete this task.” One of the workers snorted into their coffee as Dot stared at his back, flabbergasted.

Number Five ignored the whispers of the workers when he entered the forbidden void of the Handler’s office.

Then he blew up the entire base, allowing himself to escape.

As the Commission office workers scattered around outside the burning building, watching the destruction of the place they’d slaved away in for so long burn, an office worker spoke, “Well, what are we supposed to do now?”

None of them had any clue.

#tua #the umbrella academy #the handler #number five #five hargreeves #the commission