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tau1tvec · 3 months

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Some tips for The Sims 3 Buy/Build

Install LazyDuchess’ Smooth Patch to alleviate lag, esp in Buy/Build and CAS.

Keep your CC merged and organized, esp your patterns, this will also alleviate a lotta lag across all modes.

When building on community lots, or any lot rlly, avoid going to the edit world menu, and just put testingcheats enabled into the cheat window, then shift+click the ground of the lot to enter Buy/Build mode. This makes leaving it to save a lot easier, with less “preparing” screens to possibly get hung up in.

Lower your settings, you don’t need any adjacent lots loaded, and you certainly don’t need super water on either. You can always switch these back on when you’re done.

While you’re at it, remove your HQ mod, and turn off your Reshade/Gshade preset, or at least turn off your depth shaders. I only ever turn on my depth shaders when I’m taking screenshots for better fps while playing. The DoF shader esp requires a lotta resources your game could be using to simulate all those 78 townie sims instead.

Save as… vs Save, I Save as… at least every third save. It’s also just good habit to keep backups.

When using the CASt tool, set down everything you plan to CASt first, then switch to a category like the wall tool to avoid eventual lag and drag when using it a lot. Love yourself. You don’t have to suffer using CASt tool in an overpopulated category like misc deco.

Utilize the clone option through testing cheats to duplicate already CASted objects, it’ll keep your design just like the dropper tool, but it’s a lot less time consuming, I promise.

Don’t be afraid to use the swatch save tool for objects you use often, esp community lot objects, as it helps to keep your aesthetic consistent. I also keep all of my favorite streetlamps, benches, and public trash bins etc in a convenient custom collection folder to speed up the process of doing multiple lots in one sitting. These handy tools are there, use them.

The issue with custom counters. They mess up sometimes, if you can’t recolor it suddenly, here’s how to fix that. Now if you can’t place down a cupboard suddenly, even though nothing’s in the way, and you’ve got moveobjects on activated, try putting it on the wall a tile over, and then try adding it to your desired spot again. Lastly if you set down counters or cupboards at a corner, and it messes up the textures, but you can still recolor it, you could do what the video I linked above does, or you could simply pull out the CASt tool, and switch it back to any of its original swatches and click the check, then feel free to recolor it as you want.

Railings will also do the “can’t recolor” trick too, but this is a simple fix, just delete it, and replace it, and you’re good.

“Oh no, I switched between buy and build mode, and now my catalogue won’t load, and I can’t click on anything at all!” Don’t panic, hit F2 and/or F3 on your keyboard, these are shortcuts for switching between them, and if you’re lucky it’ll load properly again. Should you get the bug where you load a category and it’s somehow empty, don’t fret, just click on a different category and this should fix it. Then if you get the bug where all the objects you put down disappear suddenly, sorry your game is haunted. Call an exorcist, or just reload, they might reappear if you do.

Tbh, if you run into any kind of major bugs, it’s likely a sign to either save immediately or just restart your game. These only ever show up when you’ve been at it a while ( at least for me ), therefore starting fresh wouldn’t hurt. Probably also wouldn’t hurt to check whether you might’ve installed something the game didn’t agree with by running Dashboard, or put it through the ol’ Save Cleaner.

Honorable Mention: Keep an eye on the texture sizes and poly counts of objects. I know it’s tempting to build these ultra hyperrealistic lots with clutter at every inch, but unless you’re just doing it for screenshots, or for your story, or using it very sparingly, it is not by any means recommended purely for gameplay. This is just the truth when it comes to any Sims game. You don’t want lag, or max memory crashes, or save errors? The Sims 3 is a 32bit game, that’s almost old enough to drive, be easy on it.

#the sims 3 #ts3 #tips and tricks

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astralis-is-typing · 9 months

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Stray kids family as an actual family

⚝fic type: headcannon (comedy/crack)

⚝genre/contains: a rundown of the kinds of relatives you will encounter at a typical family gathering, except it’s stray kids

⚝word count: 1.5k

⚝A/N: hi hi! if you’ve ever been to a large family gathering you’ll probably relate to one of these, no matter where you're from haha. did these from jeongin -> chan instead of the usual order to spice things up (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) p.s: this is just for giggles so don't take it too seriously. enjoy!

｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Grandma Jeongin has two modes, and she will be interrogating you either way.

Most of the time she’s talking about other family members while she cooks or cleans up the kitchen. Jeongin knows who is most likely to get married next, who will never get married, who’s about to get a divorce and even which of your cousins is at loggerheads with their respective bosses.

Whether she ends up being right about her crazy notions or not, she does not care. Jeongin will always have something to talk about, no matter how controversial it may be.

If you’re in the kitchen, then it seems you must automatically join in on these speculations. Better play it up, because it’ll distract her from putting you on dish duty- and get you early access to whatever she’s cooking up (a storm piece of cake).

“Help your grandmother,” she’ll grumble, if she figures she won’t get much out of you. “Kids these days. When I was your age I didn’t have to be asked. You’ll never find a spouse with this behaviour.”

At other times, your favourite granny is sweet once she’s been sated by her 4th cup of tea. Or a cup of soda, on days she’s feeling ‘adventurous and bold’. Jeongin will spontaneously call you over and ask you who your girlfriend or boyfriend is now. Jeongin wants to know what you’ve been doing with your whole life, but all in good faith haha.

Grandma Jeongin will also be commenting on your fashion choices and giving you rather outdated skincare tips on how to age gracefully like her.

｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

The cousin you’re always being compared to, academically or otherwise. Seungmin is 100% that overachiever who is constantly being praised by all your uncles and aunts who think the world of him.

It’s hard not to be jealous or annoyed when your parents compare you to your genius cousin and ask you unbelievable questions. “Why can’t you get A’s like Seungmin?”

No matter what you’ve done in your life, it seems Seungmin has outdone you lmao. He’s the golden child who can do no wrong and you just have to live with it.

In spite of the pressure to be perfect, Seungmin is still really fun to be around. He’ll also do your homework/projects for you if you ask nicely enough.

(Who are we kidding, this is Kim Seungmin. You’ll probably have to cough up some cash haha.)

｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

The fun cousin. Now, one person like this is enough to survive a family gathering.

Felix is the cousin who you need to show up. He’s the person who actually makes family gatherings tolerable. Like, if Felix doesn’t pull up then everyone is kind of bored.

He’s everyone’s favourite cousin; you can count on him to make those boring dinners interesting, and be your crime partner in the event you and your cousins plan to sneak out- distracting you guys’ parents with detailed stories of how he managed to win 63 medals in ‘taekwondaur’.

He’s the adults’ favourite, too. When you were children, and needed to send someone to ask for permission to game/watch TV, he was for sure the one appointed- because no one can say no to him.

When your grandmother is interrogating you and you can’t think of an exit plan, this cousin will charmingly swoop in and save your ass.In any kind of familial sticky situation, Felix has got your back.

｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Han was probably forced to come lmfao. He was most likely threatened by his parents because they’re tired of being asked where their son is and why he won’t visit.

Jisung is that relative you see once in a blue moon. You’re not quite sure what side of the family he’s from, but you are somehow related. You barely know anything about this guy- what he does for a living, or if he’s been to college… Han Jisung is quite the mystery.

He’s the person that shows up late, leaves early, and is really just there for the food. You don’t really blame him, though; family gatherings can be exhausting. It’s understandable that some people would rather just bypass as many of them as possible.

Your other relatives will call him antisocial because he’s mostly on his phone, but he’s really just trying to avoid being spotted (and probed) by Grandma Jeongin- or Auntie Lee Know, who you’ll meet further down this post haha. Someone like Felix might manage to rope him into making conversation here and there, but Jisung’s interest widely remains at large.

Jisung disappears from the feast as quietly as he came in, and it takes a while for anyone to notice his absence. With his ability to remain evasive, Han might as well be a spy bahah.

｡Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The rich aunt who lives abroad and only comes to visit every three or four years. All the kids love her because she comes loaded with presents for everyone. She’s super fun to be around because she’s got this carefree nature that’s simply infectious. Hyunjin just oozes rich auntie vibes. I mean, did you see him in that 5-star trailer?! Definitely the one who’s been supplying Grandma Jeongin with her collection of eccentric footwear.

Since she’s not around much she doesn’t know what you like, and will give you enough money to buy yourself something nice. Aunt Hyunjin will also come through for you in any financial trial you might be going through. You need a new computer? She’s on it. Rent is due and you’re in a tight spot? Aunt Hyunie to the rescue!

Of course, quality family time cannot be substituted with money, no matter the amount. But hey, if Hyunjin wants to slap a fat wad of cash in your hand, you’re not complaining…

｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ

The relative who can’t stop gushing over how big you’ve grown. Whether you’re 15 or 28, you’ll have to endure his speculations over how it was ‘just the other day’ when he was changing your diapers, and look at you now. Once he’s had a drink or two, Changbin does not hesitate to dish out super embarrassing stories of you as a child.

Nevertheless, Changbin is really fun to be around. He’s present at most family gatherings and more or less keeps them happening.

Changbin is also that uncle who’s trying to help everyone get their lives in order lmfao. You’d easily mistake him for a life coach or fitness guru with the way he’s spewing out tips on how to live a healthier lifestyle every 15 minutes. His advice is valid, sure, but you’re really just trying to enjoy your food, you know?

“You shouldn’t be drinking that. Don’t you know coca cola can be used as a toilet cleaner?! And you’re still willingly ingesting it…” He’d say, shaking his head in disappointment.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

The nosy aunt.

Auntie Lee Know will sidle up to you with an offering of cookies or potato chips while she not-so-subtly pries into your dating life. Given the chance, she can turn any encounter you have into the possible beginning of a romantic trope. You tell her someone was glaring at you on the bus? Strangers to lovers. Your classmate keeps gloating over the fact that they beat you in a recent exam? Academic rivals to lovers.

For all its worth, Auntie Lee Know is a fantastic cook and the thought of her beef wellington gets you through most interrogations.

If Auntie Lee Know isn’t grilling you, then she is most definitely gossiping in the kitchen with Granny Jeongin about you and everyone else. Those two are a force to reckon with when put together. And there is really no escaping them when they get their hands on you. Like, you literally can never win, this auntie wants to know it all.

Auntie Lee Know also acts as the kitchen’s bodyguard, keeping out hungry relatives (mostly her brother, Changbin) until Jeongin is done cooking. Beware, she’s armed with a wooden spoon and she sure as hell knows how to use it!

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

That foive-year-old kid you find sleeping in your bed when you sneak away to your room for some quiet time.

If you’ve ever hosted a family gathering at your house, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Sometimes you just need a moment to pull away from everything, and what better solace than your bedroom? Of course, you do not expect to find someone’s kid lying on your bed, and drooling on your pillow.

Going back into the fray to enquire who’s baby it is would only beat the purpose of your sneaking away, and additionally show your room to unnecessary people who might decide it’s the perfect place to lay down their babies too!

And you are not trying to run a day-care here.

Chan would also be that one kid who keeps asking if you have games on your phone. RIP your peace of mind if he finds out you’ve got Pokémon on there.

You can’t find it in you to get mad at him, though. After all, it’s not his fault that his slightly irresponsible parents left him in your room.

⚝A/N: Thank you for reading! As a present for making it to the end, here’s visual proof of Lee Know being the nosy aunt that he is jksbdiskancdg 💀 I hope they film skz family 3 this year, sigh... need to know if Chan is secretly Seungmin's son. Anyways, remember to reblog and share your thoughts with me if you enjoyed ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ

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hanasnx · 2 years

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hi!! do you have any thoughts on ruling the galaxy with anakin?? padme is way better than bc i would have joined him in a nanosecond

i mean look at HIM

bro i would’ve FOLDEDDDDDDDDDDD

immediately. no question i

if that makes me the worst human alive, fine, cos i’ll be the worst human alive sitting on a throne next to the loml alright anything for true love 🤷‍♀️

the first picture you sent me always gets me 🫠 like something about that messy hair and big grin that makes me think we just fucked. THOSE FUCKING SHOULDERS i’d ride them if i could i wanna be tall.

the second one??? i wanna lick up that treasure trail like the nuns did to him in virgin territory. i’d live down there if he’d let me

ANYWAYS u asked me for my thoughts so i’ll spill em cos i really do just wanna be his pillow princess of the galaxy

you meet his eyes, those blue eyes you’ve cherished so much, and a strong wind blows through you, inspiring you to take the leap, knowing if you didn’t, there would be irreversible consequences. “okay.”

he expected you to have.. a little doubt, maybe even a few doubts. “what?”

“okay, let’s go. whatever we have to do, do it now. i don’t want to stay here a minute longer.”

☥ i do believe that by making that decision, you saved him from a world of pain and from wearing the darth vader suit (as much as i love the suit, and think it’s hot when he wears it, for this we’ll talk about suitless vader)

☥ ruling the galaxy is not what you expected, but you know it could’ve been a lot worse. this was the way you felt would be best, in order to keep your lover intact after the events that transpired at the jedi temple.

☥ palpatine you didn’t expect either, and he’s not pleased with your presence. having used your and anakin’s love to manipulate anakin, he’s unhappy that you were not caught in the crossfire, and he had no use for you. now you exist as vader’s “lapdog” and he has yet to find where you can fit into his grand plan to work the best in his favor.

☥ i do think you’d have a hand in asking anakin about palpatine, to the point where he’d question him as well. i feel like one the reasons palpatines got such a hold over anakin is the fact that anakin’s alone, and has no one else. while you’re with him, i feel like it’s only natural your doubts would rub off on anakin, and he’d begin to question palpatine’s role in his own life.

☥ okay but enough about that pos emperor, i wanna get to the good stuff.

☥ now that there’s no jedi order, vader would feel no need to hide what you have. he’s the biggest and baddest in the galaxy, who’s gonna tell him no?

☥ i think he likes it when you tell him no

☥ something about trying to refuse lord vader that gets me 🥵🥵 “so, my wife refuses me? odd.”

☥ um you didn’t ask for spicy parts but i’m physically incapable of not including spicy parts

☥ like you get to wake up in the morning with the love of your life, who does almost nothing but tend to your every need and desire. food, protection, clothes, everythings guaranteed for you, and he makes sure you’re comfortable bcos he has the galaxy in the palm of his hand.

☥ the way he’d love being called lord vader by you when he’s knuckles deep inside of you early in the morning

☥ ask him for another honeymoon he’ll make arrangements immediately, bring you to a remote planet under the guise it’s “military reconnaissance” to his subordinates.

☥ “you wanted another honeymoon, my love? have i been neglecting you? come here, my star, i’ll make reparations.”

☥ his devotion in canon knows no bounds, so i can only imagine it transfers over. yes of course he has other responsibilities, but when he has time for you he loves to prioritize it, take care of everything else so he doesn’t get taken away from you. of course, there are plenty of times where he is taken from you, and id imagine some skirmishes come with that as well

“ever since this happened, it’s like you don’t have time for me!”

“it’s no less than when i was a part of the jedi order. i cannot ignore my responsibilities because i am in charge.”

you sigh. “you are in charge,”

a puzzled look flashed on his face, he responds hesitantly, “yes, i am.” wary about whatever you’re planning as you creep up to him. place your hands at his chest, run them up and over his shoulders.

you hum in affirmation. “you’re good at taking care of everything. so capable, so strong,” your hands love down to squeeze his biceps. he leans into your touch at the praise.

“yes, yes,”

you lean in, and he recognizes it as you forgiving him. when he closes his eyes, he chases your lips and furrows his brows when you’re not there to meet them. “except me, apparently,” you tease, and push off him to take your leave.

of course, your lover can’t resist a challenge, and follows after you. “are you really so unhappy with me, starshine?”

“i’m beginning to think you can’t handle me.”

something snaps within him, and he strides after you, intent on making his commitment to you known.

☥ to be vader’s princess, what a dream

☥ the jewelry, the dresses, the gifts he’d send for in order for you to live in luxury. i feel like he would try to keep you in an ivory tower (like he’ll let you leave if you want, with some protests and insistence he accompanies you bcos of his enemies) but if you don’t mention leaving, he’ll do whatever possible to make sure you never want to. he wants you as close to him as possible

☥ ruling the galaxy, you don’t do much ruling, you’d have the privilege of living your life in luxury, because that’s what darth vader knows you deserve

☥ would be really cool if he offed palpatine for you and took his place as emperor

#cheescakeswiftie #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#suitless vader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin #darth vader smut #x reader #x y/n #x f!reader #darth vader x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #darth vader imagine #dv

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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Special Person.

Pairing - Bumble Bee x Reader

A/N: Uhhh, this was for a friend, but you guys can have it to. Anyways the reader is GN, all fluff. its not for a specific Bumble Bee. Enjoy :)

Everyone has one, either it being a parent, son, daughter, pet, or special someone. A person they can call theirs, someone who will be there for them, no matter if it's raining, or the sun has collapsed. There will be someone who is there for them, as their person. Well, your person wasn’t a person. More like a car, who turns into a talking, walking and thinking metal alien from space. At least that's what he told you, along with the seven other warnings about why he’s here. A war over a planet, protecting earth from someone named “Megatron”. It didn’t make sense, but the space robot seemed to like you. He comes around for visits and even takes you to random spots he finds. You look forward to seeing him and as the time went on, his visits came more frequently, until they stopped for a moment. You figured he was off saving the world, or something. So you ended every night wishing for his return.

The moments of him being gone were weird. You were left to think that maybe he no longer enjoyed talking to you. The same thought kept coming back, you liked him. That’s why the time without him felt horrible, too far from the one you like, the one you loved. But that leaves his feelings. He doesn’t like you like that, right? He can’t have feelings for someone as small and fragile as you. He would be better off with someone from his own species. You have no chance with him. His return came later, a month later. The sound of the familiar exhaust as you looked out the window. You walked out to him, a bright smile plastered on your face. You stood away but not too far away, giving him the room he needs and extra so he can approach you. He walked up to you, smiling as he handed you a small metal flower. You took it, as you looked up to meet his cobalt blue optics.

“Aw, thanks Bee. What have you been up to?”

You twirled the flower around between your fingers, waiting for his answer. Thinking about the flower, it wasn’t all too weird for you to receive it, friends can give each other flowers, right?

“Ah, just the same stuff, saving the world and a bit of thinking.”

“Thinking? What ya been thinking about?”

The silence while you waited for his answer was weird, it felt heavy, a little too heavy for your liking.

“I really like this person.”

He pauses, you see him squint his optics as he looks at the sky.

“They're so super cool, and has to be one of my favorite people on the planet.”

You were right he doesn’t see you the same way. How could he ever see you the same way, when he already likes someone who is probably ten times better than you, and is constantly there for him. He’ll never have feelings for you. The small fleshy woman from earth.

You got lost in thought, as he spoke about this new lady he liked. The simple thought of losing Bee to someone else was starting to weigh on you. Your mood started to dampen and all you could do was respond to him with simple hums and nods as you stared at the night sky with tears in your eyes.

“Hey (Y/N), ya there. I didn’t mean to scare you with my confession.”

Confession? What confession, did he say he confessed to the lady.

“Oh no, Sorry I didn’t hear your confession. What were you planning on saying to them?”

“Oh uhh,”

He paused, releasing what is your version of sigh, as he closed his optics. Turning to you he opens his eyes, grabs your small hands into his larger metal ones, and locks eye contact he says.

“(Y/N) I like you a lot. So much I want to marry you, kiss you, make sure you’ve eaten and slept well, watch your hair go gray and your skin wrinkle and your belly go soft- be next to you for the rest of my life and whatever comes after it. I don't care if you don’t look like me or come from the same planet as me. That’s what makes me like you as you. As my special person.”

You were shocked, you felt him squeeze your hands a little, a small amount of pressure just to bring you back to him. You thought, all this worrying he was going to choose someone else, and run away with them, just for him to tell you the moment he got back, you were his person. You sighed, the original weight of the conversation was gone, you felt as light as a feather. With no worries you smiled brightly up at him.

“Come here Bee.”

Pulling him down towards you, and giving him a kiss on the side of his face plating. He pulled back and looked away flustered for a minute before you spoke.

“You had me worried for a moment, Bee. I thought you were going to run off with some random girl. Plus you hadn’t been to visit for a while.”

You both laughed, not just any laugh, one of those breathless happy laughs. Happy that you know you’ll spend the rest of your life with him, Your Special Person.

#transformer mtmte #transformers bumblebee #bumble bee #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee #bumblebee x you #tf earthspark #tf x reader #tfp bumblebee #transformers prime #tf bumblebee #stars writings

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edenmemes · 2 years

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overwatch 2 starters

more to be added !

❝ umm...you need aim training. ❞ ❝ if we do this right, they won’t even know what happened. ❞ ❝ can’t change the world by following all the rules. ❞ ❝ somebody has to stand up for the people. ❞ ❝ i’ll find my own path. ❞ ❝ if anybody asks, i was never here. ❞ ❝ seeking progress by sowing chaos is like planting a tree in a volcano. ❞ ❝ i was born to rule. ❞ ❝ do you remember that night? dancing until dawn. ❞ ❝ you have an intense gaze. ❞ ❝ when i look at you, i see pure unadulterated chaos. ❞ ❝ someone has to do the dirty work. ❞ ❝ you’re too good with that gun to waste it on a life of crime. ❞ ❝ i’ve taken naps harder than you. ❞ ❝ why seek answers when we do not know the question? ❞ ❝ i warned you. should have listened. ❞ ❝ i could not bear being the man they’d made of me. ❞ ❝ there’ll be consequences for that. ❞ ❝ forgive me. my mind has been...turbulent, lately. ❞ ❝ you’re either braver or dumber than you look to come back here. ❞ ❝ here’s the plan: do what i do, listen to what i say, and don’t screw this up. ❞ ❝ you remind me of myself when i was younger. ❞ ❝ licked my wounds. let’s go. ❞ ❝ honor is all i have left. ❞ ❝ i have a feeling we’re going to get along. ❞ ❝ i expect better from you. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to talk about it. ❞ ❝ you count on me, i count on you. ❞ ❝ you only lose if you stay down. ❞ ❝ dark clouds gather on the horizon. a storm is coming. ❞ ❝ eh...i’ve got plenty of teeth left. ❞ ❝ we can still be friends, right? ❞ ❝ look at the state of the world. something has to change. ❞ ❝ i’m just getting started. ❞ ❝ you know better than to turn your back on me. ❞ ❝ heh, did i scare you? ❞ ❝ if they won’t quit, neither will i. ❞ ❝ make sure you’re ready. who knows what we’ll find out there. ❞ ❝ talk to the hand. ❞ ❝ i’ve done things i’m not proud of. time to start making up for it. ❞ ❝ i love a good brawl. ❞ ❝ hm...why does this place feel familiar? ❞ ❝ don’t you ever wanna settle down? ❞ ❝ you can’t escape death. ❞ ❝ watch your step. it’s a long way down. ❞ ❝ meh, that party was boring. ❞ ❝ what’s right isn’t always legal. ❞ ❝ you know better than to show your face around here. ❞ ❝ my throne is where i say it is. ❞ ❝ i do not cower in the presence of evil. ❞ ❝ you’re not on my level. ❞ ❝ a friend told me that you’re getting rusty. ❞ ❝ i'm trying. please, be patient with me. ❞ ❝ did you eat the last slice of pie? i was saving it for later. ❞ ❝ i craft my own arrows. each one. ❞ ❝ pain means you’re alive! until it doesn’t. ❞ ❝ every time i need a laugh, i look at your search history. ❞ ❝ looks like somebody wants the death penalty. ❞ ❝ i don’t give up that easily. ❞ ❝ anger made you stronger. ❞ ❝ if you screw this up, i’ll kill you myself. ❞ ❝ someone always cares. you must simply seek them out. ❞ ❝ you are spending your life walking a lonely road. ❞ ❝ must you be so relaxed? we depend on you! ❞ ❝ try not to look too relieved. ❞ ❝ it is not unlike you to disappear without warning. ❞ ❝ you were being rude. ❞ ❝ you know, anger management classes might help you with that temper. ❞ ❝ what seems like magic is sometimes science we don’t yet understand. ❞ ❝ yes, let’s discuss morality. and hypocrisy while we’re at it. ❞ ❝ dead weight gets left behind. ❞ ❝ i still feel that final blow from yesterday’s training. ❞ ❝ i have always been bound to my duty. now, i have nothing. ❞ ❝ you care too much about how your family perceives you. ❞ ❝ you know i’m not going to tell you. ❞ ❝ clear head. sharp eyes. ❞ ❝ are you planning to whine the whole time...again? ❞ ❝ it was not easy, living in your shadow. ❞ ❝ do you know what happened to the last man i trusted? ❞ ❝ you’re less handsome when you talk. ❞ ❝ such confidence! let’s hope it’s not unfounded. ❞ ❝ do not speak to me unless you wish to lose an eye. ❞ ❝ everything’s a game to you. ❞ ❝ you stand for everything wrong in this world. ❞ ❝ i’m the best. that’s all you need to know. ❞ ❝ you were truly fearsome in your prime. ❞ ❝ you’ve been distant lately. ❞ ❝ one day, you’ll pay for all the crimes you’ve committed. ❞ ❝ working with you has always made me sick. ❞ ❝ ooh...is the little birdie finally leaving her cage? ❞ ❝ it’s called personal space. ❞ ❝ same saccharine tongue, same empty head. ❞ ❝ i assure you, we are nothing alike. ❞ ❝ something smells foul. is it you? ❞ ❝ quit being so humble. nothing work with being proud of your work. ❞ ❝ all you need for battle is your heart and your head. ❞ ❝ plan to win, or expect to lose. ❞ ❝ how can you live with yourself? so many people have died because of you. ❞ ❝ i’ll be watching your back out there. ❞ ❝ you’re cuter up close. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ there’s no easy way to say this: i read your poetry folder. ❞ ❝ yeah, we’re gonna need reinforcements. ❞ ❝ i never miss my mark. ❞ ❝ i gave you a chance, and you wasted it. ❞ ❝ i’ve always liked being the underdog. ❞ ❝ we could have had a beautiful partnership... ❞ ❝ any words of wisdom before the battle starts? ❞ ❝ don’t be so hard on yourself. ❞ ❝ didn’t i say i’d rip your tongue out if i ever saw you again? ❞ ❝ true tacticians do not plan. they act and force others to react. ❞ ❝ i’m not giving up on you. ❞ ❝ your voice, ever sonorous, is like a gentle waterfall upon my ears. ❞ ❝ rage is your weakness. ❞ ❝ just looking for something we might have in common... ❞ ❝ you’ll feel that one tomorrow. ❞ ❝ the path shapes you. the spirits perfect you. ❞ ❝ i’m not relaxed. i just make everything look easy. ❞ ❝ you have an admirable peace about you. ❞ ❝ do you hear yourself? ugh, you’re the worst. ❞ ❝ pondering anything unusual? dangerous? ❞ ❝ flattery will get you the grave. ❞ ❝ ain’t easy, is it? being in charge of killers and madmen. ❞ ❝ there is nothing to that name but pain. ❞ ❝ your weapons are impressive, but you lack the strength to wield them. ❞

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I’m still here - part iii - eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: moving on is easier said than done.

warnings: mostly angst lol dustin and steve and wayne make appearances, mentions of canon-typical violence, swearing, etc. no smut in this one!

a/n: yes we are veering from canon cuz the end of season four had basically everything going to shit in hawkins so I have tweaked/ignored a few things for the sake of story.

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Steve knows that he cares too much.

It’s just become apart of his personality, at this point. Forever the babysitter, forever giving too much of a damn to distance himself from the hell that is Hawkins. If you had told him three, four years ago that this is where he’d end up, the pseudo older brother to a bunch of rag-tag munchkins, weirdly friendly with his ex-girlfriend and ex-crush, and deeply mourning the loss of a guy he knew for all of zero-point-five seconds, hugging his sobbing girlfriend on her front lawn, he’d tell you to go shove it.

But, that’s where he is, and where he’s been since you fell.

He remembers you, vaguely. There were a few parties he’s sure you both attended, basketball games and pep rallies. He recognizes your face from the grad photos, the class of ‘84 plastered on the wall outside the gym. If he thinks hard enough, he’s pretty sure you’ve shared classes as far back as kindergarten, plunked together often enough that you could have been fast friends if either of you had made the effort, but never had the chance.

But Eddie died. Eddie died to give them more time. Eddie died to save the world. And now here’s Steve, trying his best to comfort you when he knows there’s no way to fix this, to make this better.

Eddie died.

You dropped as soon as the words were out of Steve’s mouth, tears pouring down your cheeks. The sobs you made were completely soundless, and something about it made Steve’s heart ache harder, like a scene out of an old movie, the volume sucked away so you could only see the actor’s raw emotion. He caught you easily, reflexes kicking in at the right moment for once, and felt your hands curl in the front of his pull-over as he sank down onto the grass with you, pulling you against his chest.

“I know,” he murmurs to you, rubbing an almost-awkward hand up and down your back. “I’m so sorry.”

It was in passing, sure, Eddie’s remarks about you, but Steve noticed, could see the gleam in his eye, the excited tone in his voice whenever he mentioned you.

Walking through hell-Hawkins, trying to find a way back, talking about Nancy: “Now, I don’t know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back. Because that was an unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

A sputtered laugh. “That I do. Best thing that ever happened to me, I can tell you that.”

When they had unravelled everything, Nancy announcing they needed to go back into the Upside Down: “No. No, absolutely not. Nope. No. I am not going back in there, Harrington. The only place I am going is straight to Chicago to get my girl, and then I am getting as far away from Hawkins as physically possible.”

In the midst of hot-wiring the stolen Winnebago: “Now, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, and I had my foot in the right direction, almost, until five days ago. In love with a pretty girl, army-crawling my way towards graduation. Y’know, I’m gonna go to Chicago with her? Do whatever I can to make her happy, all that sappy shit from the movies. I got big plans, Harrington, let me tell you. But now, I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name. At least my girl still loves me.”

When Dustin had told them Eddie was gone, Steve felt…hollow. He couldn’t explain it. He barely knew the guy, though he supposed saving the world and fighting like hell through the demonic-opposite version of their hometown created a bond of some sort between them all. Eddie was the rebel, the outcast, the freak, which Steve is loathe to admit he once agreed with. Knowing the insane witch-hunt most of Hawkins has embarked upon for the guy, it makes his stomach turn.

It’s strange, but seeing you, watching you take it in, it makes him miss Eddie more. He was a good guy, there was no questioning that, and Steve wishes he’d taken the time to get to know him more.

He can’t do that, but he can do this. You both just sit there for a while, Steve starting to rock side-to-side at one point or another, his brow furrowed as you cry into his collar. He can’t fix this. He can’t make this better. But he can be there for you, on possibly the worst day of you life, try to comfort you when he’s just delivered the worst possible news.

“He really loved you,” he tells you.

You hiccup, finally lifting your head and wiping at your face. Your eyes are bloodshot now, lashes clumped together with tears. “I really loved him.”

“I have something for you, actually,” Steve says, not making a move to get up but pointing to his car parked at the curb, “and I think Dustin would really like to see you.”

You nod, chin bobbing with the movement, wiping a fresh tear from your cheek. “Okay.”

Slowly, Steve helps you to your feet, and you walk together towards the curb, you with your arms tucked against your chest, Steve toying with his hands. He pops the trunk and you wait on the pavement, knee bouncing with nerves as he retrieves the vest.

“I washed it,” he tells you, holding the denim towards you. You snatch it instantly, your eyes drifting shut as you crush it to your chest. “It was kind of…well, it’s a long story.”

“I want to know,” you say, and the strength in your voice surprises Steve. “I want to know what really happened. How he died. I want to know everything.”

Steve just stares at you a moment before closing the trunk. “It’s…a lot. You might wish the opposite if we tell you.”

You shake your head, fingers toying with the collar of Eddie’s vest. “I don’t care. I want to know. I need to, Steve. Please.”

“Okay,” he says, reaching out and putting a hand on your arm. “Let’s go.”

You just stare at Dustin.

He stares back.

“You’re lying.”

“Wish that I was,” the kid says, spreading his hands wide. His eyes are still a little shiny; he’d burst into tears when you and Steve had arrived at the Wheeler’s house. It was weird at first, all these faces you only knew in passing staring back at you.

Nancy you had probably spoken to the most, both of you working on the school paper at one time or another, and when you walked into her house, she squeezed your hand and mouthed I’m sorry. Robin introduced herself with an awkward flourish, giving your shoulder a light tap with her fist before sinking back behind Steve. Mike Wheeler you’d met at Hellfire, and he looked as solemn as Dustin, a girl with short hair you didn’t recognize standing behind him. Lucas was at the hospital with Max, another member of the group who Steve told you had also been injured in the…whatever it was that had happened, and Lucas was by her side twenty-four seven.

You’d shrugged into the vest the moment you stepped out of Steve’s car. It felt right, somehow, to be wearing it, the denim soft against your skin. It smelled mostly of laundry detergent, but if you inhaled deep enough, you could swear Eddie’s scent was still lingering in the fabric, proof that it had once been his.

Dustin had been hanging at the back of the group when you walked in, the last to greet you as Steve introduced you formally to those who didn’t already know you. He was sitting at the dining table, face pushed into his hand, foot tapping nervously.

The room had fallen silent as you walked over to him, realizing as you got closer what was sitting on the table before him.

A length of chain and a guitar pick. Eddie’s.

“Hey kid,” you said quietly, and his head had snapped up, eyes going wide as he realized you were standing right in front of him. He was on his feet in an instant, arms around your middle, hands fisted in the back of the vest.

He’d babbled into your front for a while. I’m so sorry I tried to save him he bought us time he saved my life he saved everyone’s life I can’t believe he’s gone I’m sorry he’s a hero he’s my hero he didn’t run away he helped save the world.

“It’s okay,” your murmured, hugging him back tightly. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay, but the sentiment remained.

Once Dustin had calmed enough to get a coherent sentence out, they sat you down, and they told you everything. Steve’s warning echoed through your mind as they explained, but you needed to know. You needed to know what Eddie died for, and, as Dustin and Mike and the girl, El, talked, you learned exactly what. Exactly what he’d done, exactly how he died, exactly how important everything he did was.

Dustin starts to cry again when he tells you the last thing Eddie said.

Tell her, okay? Tell her what I did. Tell her how much I loved her. I loved her so much, man.

You hugged Dustin again when the tears came harder, and Steve met your eyes, his brow hard, nodding once. “He loved you guys too,” you tell them, reaching over and squeezing Mike’s hand. “I know he did.”

Your parents take off for your grandparents the next day. You outright refuse to go, standing by the fact that you are a grown-ass woman and you do not legally have to listen to them and your friends need you. Your mother looks like she could fall over and your father just flares his nostrils before getting in the car. It’s rough, from all sides, but you don’t know what else to do. You can’t leave. Not yet. Not like this.

It takes a few days, a lot of encouragement from Steve and Robin (who you’re already strangely attached to), but you finally pluck up the courage to drive over to the trailer park to see Eddie’s uncle.

The park is a mess, toppled trees and power lines, the metal fences cleaved in half in some places. A few of the motorhomes have been relocated to other parts of the park, and everything just looks off. One of the permanent trailers has a large oak sticking through it’s roof, another is missing the glass from all its windows. There’s a string of caution tape hanging limply off one of the fence posts outside the Munson trailer. Eddie’s van is still parked out front.

It’s late afternoon, the sun just starting to dip in the sky, and you walk slowly towards the front door, lifting your hand to knock.

“Eddie’s not here,” a familiar voice calls, and you turn to see Wayne Munson sticking his head out of the van, his face an unreadable mask. “Wondered when I’d see you around.” He slides the door of the van open all the way, sinking onto the floor and letting his feet touch the grass. “Haven’t seen him more than two weeks now. S’not like him. And now, with all this,” he gestures to the trailer, to the destruction marring the trailer park, “I ain’t never been this worried in my life.”

Dustin had explained what had happened at the trailer, that Chrissy Cunningham’s death had created one of four gates that had helped cause the bigger rift (earthquake) that had ripped through Hawkins. He and Eddie had gone through the gate to distract the bats, the demons that had ultimately killed Eddie, and the gate was still open. It explained Wayne being in the van instead of the trailer.

You can feel the tears crawling back up your throat as you walk towards Wayne. You’re still wearing the vest — you haven’t taken it off since Steve gave it to you — and you have the guitar pick necklace in your pocket, burning a hole with every step. Wayne had never been around much when you were still living in Hawkins, most of your nights at the trailer spent with just Eddie, and the mornings hushed and whispered since Wayne worked the nightshift and slept most of the day. Eddie was always respectful, careful not to make any noise when you got up in the morning.

Wayne was a nice man, if a little rough around the edges. From the few conversations you’d had with him, you knew his heart was in the right place, that he’d done the best he could taking Eddie in after everything happened with his parents, and he loved him like he was his own son.

It breaks your heart to have to tell him this.

He cries. He cries, and you cry, and you cry together, Wayne surprising you with a bone-crushing hug. You give him the easier version, well-rehearsed with Steve and Dustin, the version of the story that doesn’t let slip any more details than necessary. That Eddie saved someone’s life after the earthquake happened, but had lost his own in the process.

“Kid was always too selfless for his own good,” Wayne grumbles, his voice thick, shaking his head. “Goddamn it, Eddie.” He pats your hand. “Y’can go inside if you want. His stuff’s all there in his room. Just…watch out in the living room, I suppose.”

“Thanks, Wayne.”

He just nods.

You nearly stumble back through the door when you walk in, the gate on the ceiling more terrifying than what you’d expected. It’s not moving, like Dustin had described it, but black…vines slither outward, dark tendrils marring the white ceiling. The middle is open, an eerie red light pulsing back at you. What the fuck.

Side-stepping the living room as quickly as you can, you dart for Eddie’s bedroom, the path in the well-worn carpet leading you straight there. As soon as you’re in, you shut the door behind you, leaning your forehead against the Iron Maiden poster taped to the back of the door.

It’s a few moments before you can open your eyes, turn and face the rest of the room. It’s so familiar to you, it all is, but it doesn’t feel right without Eddie with you. Without the sloppy make-outs on his desk, the intense love-making in his bed, the endless music sessions, the books on his bedside table.

His D&D gear sits on the desk, a stack of books and papers and a pencil case, and you run your fingers over the books. There’s a battered copy of The Lord of the Rings sitting on the bed, the pages dog-eared so many times it’s hard to tell where he was in the book this time around. Milk crates full of records, cassette tapes, the vinyl of a Metallica album still on the record player.

You flip it on, setting the needle in place. The record starts to spin, guitar and drums spilling from the speakers beside the player. You walk towards his closet, hands reaching for whatever fabric you can find, pulling a hoodie with the Iron Maiden logo emblazoned on the front off the shelf, shrugging out of the vest so you can pull the hoodie on and then the vest back on top.

So close, no matter how far.

Couldn’t be much more from the heart.

Forever trusting who we are,

And nothing else matters.

Wayne is still sitting in the open van when you walk back outside, shutting the trailer door behind you. “Y’should get home, kid,” he tells you, “your parents are probably worried.”

“They left for my grandparents’ a few days ago,” you tell him, and he lifts a brow. “I couldn’t leave Hawkins. Not yet.”

He just looks at your for a long moment, and then nods.

“I’m staying with the Harrington’s this week, maybe the Buckley’s next week, but maybe I could come by sometime? For dinner or something?”

He actually cracks a smile; a sad one, but a smile all the same. “That’d be nice, kid.”

Once enough time has passed, they declare Eddie Munson’s cause of death as an accident related to the earthquake, and officially call off the manhunt for him. People are pissed, angry folks claiming the cops didn’t do enough, that “that Munson freak could still be on the run, killing people!” It makes you sick, the way they talk about him. You want to scream in every single one of their faces, but you know it’s no use.

The funeral is small, you and Wayne and the crew you now consider your closest friends, along with Eddie’s other pals from Corroded Coffin and Hellfire. Every single one of them — including you and Wayne — shows up wearing the Hellfire t-shirt under suit jackets or over dresses. You wear yours tucked into a black skirt, one of Eddie’s flannels over top, along with the vest. It feels right.

The headstone is dark, almost black, the words etched in grey.

Edward Munson, October 31st 1965-March 27th 1986, beloved friend, son, and soulmate.

It had been Dustin’s idea, the soulmate part. It made you cry.

Time goes on, the town returning to some semblance of normal, if you can even call it that. Everyone is still balanced on a razor’s edge, tiptoeing around each other. You call your parents regularly, once it’s safe to come back to Hawkins, but they refuse. It’s only a month until the house is put up for sale and bought by a family who lost their home in the quake. Part of you wonders if it’s your parents way of punishing you for refusing to leave, but you’re too wrapped in your grief to really care.

You defer your final exams and your third year at the university. You spend weeks couch surfing between the Wheeler’s and the Harrington’s and the Buckley’s and even the Henderson’s, before Wayne tells you to move into Eddie’s room. The gate is still there in the trailer, ominous as ever, but Wayne puts up a few pieces of plywood to block it from view, and you use the back door to get in and out of the trailer instead.

It’s nice, in a weird, awful way. You spend a lot of time with Robin and Steve and Dustin, happy to be around people who understand, who are still trying to get you to understand everything, but are patient and kind and good.

You spend a lot of time at the cemetery as well. Most days, when you’re not working at the Family Video or the gas station by the trailer park, you sit there in front of his headstone for hours. You bring a book or your Walkman and just sit, leaned against the stone, listening to his tapes or reading Lord of the Rings. You talk to him a lot too, about everything happening with your parents, with school, how great the friends you inherited from him are.

Today is a rough day. Summer’s getting closer, and any normal year, you’d be on your way home from Chicago around now. Eddie would be waiting on your front porch or come sprinting out of the trailer when you pulled down the gravel road, scooping you into his arms and kissing you hard. You’d have the whole summer to spend together, getting up to no good and spending far too much (not enough) time naked in his bed.

God fucking damn it, you miss him.

“Why’d you have to go?” you ask the stone, fingers plucking at the grass beneath you. “Why’d you have to leave me here all alone, huh? Why’d you have to go and be the hero?”

The wind whistles through the trees, sifting your hair off the back of your neck, and you can feel goosebumps rise on your skin. Something in the air changes, the temperature plummeting all of a sudden, and your stomach is in knots. Clouds roll in overhead and you squint at the sky, reaching for your bag and getting to your feet. Reaching out, you run your hand over the top of the headstone, the curves and ridges.

“Goodnight, Eds.”

“Goodnight, already? I just got here.” You whirl, bag falling out of your now-slack grip. You didn’t hear his approach, and staring at him, you’re half-convinced you’re losing your mind.

Eddie.

You just stare, open mouthed, as he walks towards you, that familiar saunter to his step as he closes the distance between you and him. There’s something…different, but you can’t put your finger on it, and you’re ninety-nine percent sure you’re going into shock, that this is some kind of vivid hallucination and you’re going to wake up any minute.

There’s a scar on his neck, you realize as he gets closer, the skin red and pink and cutting down towards one of his tattoos. He lifts a hand slowly to your cheek, and you can see more scars on his hand and arm, right in the web between his index finger and thumb, across the thin skin of his wrist.

His palm is cool against your cheek, but solid and there, thumb swiping over your skin. This isn’t a dream. Or the weed you smoked last night in the trailer was much more than you bargained for.

Eddie grins, revealing those pearly white teeth and…fangs, long and pointed canines, dipping down over his bottom teeth, perfect and sharp.

What the actual fuck.

You just stare, jaw dropping open, eyes brimming with tears. He’s here. He’s actually here. Is this actually happening? This can’t be a hallucination. You can feel him.

A single tear drips down your cheek and Eddie wipes it away, the grin splintering slightly, his own eyes going shiny. “Hi, baby,” he says, voice soft as anything. “Sorry I’m late.”

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [10]

ー The scene starts on the open fields of Rotigenberg

Yui: ( ...The ground here really is odd. Kind of muddy, yet slippery at the same time... )

( There’s the stench as well, but it sort of feels like walking on top of rotten fruits... )

Carla: Seems like you are concerned about the underground.

Yui: Y-Yes...I’ve never walked on a similar kind of ground before coming here...

Carla: However, from what I’ve heard, the Demon World used to be characterized by this kind of environment.

In other words, this is what the Demon World originally was like.

Yui: I...see.

( I would have never figured, since this place is so different from any other... )

Carla: Ghouls are born from these specific conditions.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: That being said, they do not simply sprout from the soil like plants would.

If a corpse is exposed to these gasses, they turn into Ghouls, simple as that.

Of course, similar to how it works with humans, if a Ghoul gives birth to a child, said child will be a Ghoul as well.

Very rarely, another Demon can randomly give birth to a Ghoul as well.

Yui: I see...

Carla: Other Demons will avoid these gasses like the plague.

Apparently quite a lot of them seem to have the misunderstanding that inhaling them will instantly turn them into a Ghoul.

I do not believe it is right to show disgust towards something based on false assumptions.

Yui: ...

You are very knowledgeable on a wide array of topics, aren’t you? It is truly impressive.

Carla: No, I do not believe it is something which deserves special praise.

To me, it is the most normal thing. I was born to be a King after all.

Ever since I was a child, I have immersed myself in the history of both the Demon and the human world. And I am still continuing said research to this day.

Yui: ( So that’s why he’s reading books and doing research every day... )

Carla: Of course, I cannot simply educate myself on its history, but must get a good picture of the present-day state of the World as well.

What a King truly needs is knowledge based on impartial and correct information.

If those in Power have warped beliefs, this will immediately reflect upon its people.

A King’s foolish behavior shall put the masses on the wrong path, leading to unnecessary tragedies. That is something we must avoid at all costs.

Yui: ...

Carla: ーー What is the matter? You have gone silent.

Yui: No, well...I just feel very much moved right now.

Carla: Moved, you say?

Yui: You see, I’m sorry...It’s nothing. I’m sorry for making a strange comment.

Carla: ...

Yui: ( I accidentally voiced it out loud but... )

( When I think about how formidable of a King Carla-san truly is, I cannot help but be amazed. )

( Especially right now, I can only describe his continuous work and efforts as impressive... )

Carla: ...However, for some reason, my body has felt lighter ever since I came here.

Yui: Yes? In other words...?

Carla: I feel a lot better compared than when I stayed at Banmaden, at the very least.

Yui: I see! I’m glad...

( Whenever he says that he’s feeling well, I truly feel happy. )

Fufu...

Carla: Why are you laughing?

Yui: Eh? Why, you ask? Well, obviouslーー

ー A Ghoul runs up to them

Yui: Eh...?

( A young boy suddenly ran out in front of Carla-san. )

( ...I wonder why? Almost as if he’s trying to block his path... )

Carla: What do you need, young lad?

Ghoul Lad A: You’re one of these Founders I’ve heard of, aren’t you?

Carla: Yes, exactly.

Ghoul Lad A: I knew it...You’ve come here to hunt down us Ghouls, haven’t you!?

Yui: ...!?

Carla: I beg your pardon?

Ghoul Lad A: I know what you’re planning. ...You want to kill all of us!

Carla: What are you saying? I do not know where you got that information, but that is a complete misunderstanding.

Ghoul Lad A: Don’t lie! You Demons are all the same, either you use us as cheap workforce or as toys for your own entertainment!!

...Give us a break already! Why do you want to put us through hell that badly!?

Carla: Calm down. Listen to me. I am trying to save youーー

Ghoul Lad A: Shut up! You can try and tell as many lies as you want, but I won’t fall for them!!

Carla: ...

Ghoul Lad A: ...Why do we deserve to get killed, when we haven’t done anything wrong at all...?

You lot...Just how far must you go until you’re finally satisfied!?

...I’m sick and tired of it...That’s why I...

ーー Uwaaaah!!

ー He charges at Carla

*STAB*

Carla: Uu...!!

ー Carla collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Carla-san!!

( Carla-san got stabbed...!? )

Ghoul Lad A: Haah, haah, haah...

Yui: ...Carla-san, Carla-san!!

( He’s bleeding from his side...!! )

Carla: ...Don’t panic, Yui...

Yui: But...!!

ー Shin runs up to them

Yui: ...! Shin-kun!!

Shin: Oi, what went down here? I noticed things seemed awfully noisy outside...

Carla: Kuh...

Shin: ...!! Nii-san!? Hold up, how did you get those injuries...!?

Ghoul Lad A: Haah...haah...

Shin: ...! Oi, you’re the one behind this, aren’t you!?

Ghoul Lad A: Ugh...I...

Shin: Then how do you explain that blood-covered knife!?

ーー What’s the plan, huh? Why did you stab Nii-san!?

ー Shin grabs him by his throat

*Thud*

Ghoul Lad A: Ugah...!!

Shin: Do you have any idea what you did, huh!?

Carla: ...Cut it out, Shin...Let go of him...

Shin: But this shithead...!

Carla: Let him go, I said. Will you ignore my order...?

Ghoul Lad A: Uu...

Shin: ...Fine...Che!

*Rustle*

Ghoul Lad A: Ah...

Carla: ...Do not dare hurt him. You do not need to do anything in response to what happened...

Shin: But...!

Yui: Carla-sanーー!

Carla: ...! Stay away...!

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: It’s fine, Yui. I’ll help support him.

Carla: ...No, you too, Shin. Stay away from me.

Shin: ...? But why? Why would you say that?

Carla: Stay away...Do not dare touch me...

ー Carla gets up

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Nii-san...

Yui: ( I know he told us not to touch him but...He seems to be having trouble just getting upーー )

Ugh...

( What to do? I can’t watch this... )

Selection

→ Do as he said (❦)

Yui: ( But Carla-san very clearly said not to touch him. )

( In which case, I should probably do as he said. )

...I understand. I’ll keep my distance...

Carla: Heh...Exactly, Yui. That’s for the best...

→ Approach and help out

Yui: ( I can’t. I just can’t turn a blind to this...! )

Carla: Yui! Don’t you dare approach...!!

Yui: ...!

Carla: ...Heed my...order. Do you understand...?

Yui: Y-Yes...

( He sounded so scary just now...I should have just done as he said... )

Carla: I am going back home...Shin, leave that young boy alone...

Shin: ...I know. I won’t do anything.

ー Carla leaves

Yui: ...

Monologue

Carla-san was stabbed out of nowhere.

I was incredibly shocked by this,

especially because it happened right after he said that he was feeling better.

From what the young boy said, it’s all one big misunderstanding (誤解).

There is no way Carla-san would ever hunt down the Ghouls (グール狩り).

However, he was incredibly worked up,

and in no state to be willing to listen to what we had to say about the matter.

What I found the most strange of all,

was how Carla-san refused any help from us despite being injured.

All Shin-kun and I could do was follow him,

watching his back as he stumbled forward with shaky stepsーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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All By Design Chapter One: sharp enough to kill a man

Y/N L/N is Icarus incarnate, a falling star of a singer who only feels bliss when she's burning down. Nikolai Lantsov is what becomes of golden youth when finally forced into harsh reality. Both of them need something to save their reputations. The solution? A relationship to turn the tide of the tabloids. The only problem is that they really, really can't stand each other, and that makes faking endless love impossible to bear.

this chapter's song: vigilante shit

series masterlist / chapter two

This is going to end badly. Of course it will. How could it go any other way?

Looking back, you probably should have seen the signs as they flashed before you. People were worried. Your reputation was splintering with every passing second. You used to be good. No one sees it now. No one had for a while. It makes perfect sense that they would try to do something to stop your image from fracturing any further. You just didn’t think they’d resort to something like this.

Besides, it wasn’t as if you were totally out of control. The world loves to watch its stars burn to ash and dust, to gawk and point as you lose the last of your principles and let it all go in one last hurrah. You weren’t quite so close to your own dying days to to think you were anything but untouchable, but you weren’t blind either. Everyone has their end date. Yours was coming up.

It wasn’t like you were going to die. You didn’t think you were there yet. No one thinks they are until it happens, but still. The only wars you had were internal. You don’t make mistakes when it comes to business, you keep your books clean. You play by the rules, and they hate you anyway.

That’s alright, though. A bit of good-natured sniping never hurt a soul. You’ll sell your songs by the dozens, and a thousand people will read into every word in the hopes of grasping your true meaning. Maybe they’ll find it, maybe it never existed at all. Regardless, you’ll stay up there on that stage until it burns you out, and then at last you will be able to rest.

Until then, you stay with it. The game of the famous is a tempting one, you have never been able to keep away for long. You make yourself a promise that you’ll stay out of the melee, maybe treat your wounds for a month or two, but soon enough you’re creeping back towards the clubs and the nights out and all is lost once more. You’ve got people you know who are out every night, certainly more than you. They’ll write your name in scarlet letters until you join them once more.

That’s how you can excuse this to yourself. Blame it on others, never on yourself. In truth, maybe you were falling off the deep end. The journalists were certainly scrambling to chase down every sordid truth about your life, and you gave them enough to fill a thousand books and news broadcasts. It all came to a head with a meeting in your label’s office. PR wants to talk, the email said. Say no more. You know what this means.

Or, you thought you knew what it would be. A slap on the wrist means the same thing as a warning shot in the dark, you’ll ignore both until they’re aiming for the whites of your eyes. There will always be people gunning for you. Saints know the amount of times they’ve tried to stage your death only for you to come out smiling. Not even Kaz Brekker, that godforsaken up-and-comer from the Barrel’s scraping skies and burning bridges, could devise a plan to drag you down forever.

That’s how you stay alive in the business, you know. You choose your enemies better than you choose your friend, and throughout all of it you develop a skin thick enough to carry you through every rumor, every lie. That’s why you didn’t stress that PR meeting all that much. They’d tell the same story about starting to get worried, and then they’d cut you loose for another month or two. It had happened before. You were sure that it would happen again.

Instead, you walked blindly into their game plan. You’re not sure how long they’d been thinking about this, but it must have been long enough to get all their pieces in order. You were locked in checkmate before you even opened your mouth, you just didn’t know it yet.

They did, though, and that was enough. Your lead PR specialist is a terror of a woman named Zoya Nazyalensky. She’s well known in the industry for taking the most hopeless of cases and turning out martyrs and heroes by the dozens. Even if they don’t last all that long, you’ll be damned if you haven’t heard of her clients by the time she’s done with them. Zoya is ruthless and utterly without sentiment, but sometimes that’s what you need. You know a few others who were made anew by her. One was a young woman who’d left a previous agency in Keramzin, but her stories come later. Yours is now.

Zoya waited for you to take a seat and delivered your fate at last. She spread out a variety of damning evidence across her desk: magazines, newspapers, all to do with you. You’re a demon, one claims, twisted and hell-bent on ruining every good thing you ever touch. Another article claims you’re an angel. A third says you’re neither, just a temptress everyone has been entertaining for far too long.

“This needs to be fixed.”

That’s how you know you’ve crossed a line. Usually, Zoya doesn’t present solutions, that’s up to you. If you can execute brilliancy in coming up with song lyrics, surely you can brainstorm a way to pull yourself out of the quagmire of bad press.

Now, though? You must have gone too far. Maybe you have for a while. It’s enough for her to make up her mind about you.

Zoya clears her throat and continues on. “We have analyzed what people are saying and decided that it all stems from the fact that you’re too wild. The public needs to know that you can be serious. At some point, the games were going to have to end. You know that, don’t you?”

You incline your head once. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

Zoya’s gaze remains cold. “After this, we shouldn’t have to have it. Do you know how you convince the world that you can settle down? You actually do it.”

You arch a brow. “So what, you’re retiring me? I bring in too much money to the label for you to do that.”

Zoya scoffs. “Stop being so self pitying, it does neither of us any good. I was hired to turn you into a tool for selling records, that’s what you wanted. Don’t get cold feet on me now.”

The corners of your lips prick up into a smile. Even if the world was falling to pieces, you can always count on Zoya’s prickly personality. It’s nice to have a constant in all of this.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you assure her. “Alright, I’m curious. What’s your strategy this time?”

For some reason, she hesitates as if knowing that you’re not going to like this. “Keep your complaints until the end.”

“What are you going to have me do?” You ask, slightly alarmed. Zoya has never given you a shred of kindness. You started young in this business, she was the one who got you through it. The fact that she seems to dislike what is about to happen to you is a bad sign for sure.

Zoya folds her hands on the front of her desk. “You’re settling down, but not from music. Just your free time. We’re arranging a relationship. You’re going to be seen in public with a young man and convince the world that you’re in love. They’ll believe that he’s keeping you in line and stop talking about how you’re a loose cannon.”

You want to laugh. “That’s your strategy? Convince some guy to date me and hope that my soul is cleansed from not running around doing what I want?”

An idea occurs to you. “This was Aleksander’s idea, wasn’t it?”

Zoya doesn’t answer, but a flash of irritation in her eyes lets you know. Of course it was. Aleksander runs the agency where both you and Zoya work. He chose you as a client when you were just getting started as a singer. Some would say that his methods are wrong, that he hurts his stars more than he saves them, but Aleksander has never cared about what people feel, only the results he gets. As long as his sales stay through the roof, he will do what he wants.

Right now, that includes marketing you as someone who is kept in check by some stranger. It wouldn’t be the first time Aleksander has done something like this, either. Rumor has it that he encouraged a young model, Genya Safin, to spend time with one of the wealthier and older actors in the world. Alexander Lantsov is a king around here, and Aleksander needed something from him. Genya was a pawn. You all are.

No wonder Zoya is furious. She keeps it to herself well, though. Saints know what happens to those who cross Aleksander. It would not do to lose her so quickly.

You have no choice in the matter, but that doesn’t stop you from making your frustrations known. “Alright, sure. Someone up top is going to play matchmaker. Who’s the poor fool who has to put up with me for the purposes of this plan?”

Zoya’s lips just purse. A voice answers for her, one coming from the back of the room. You hadn’t checked to see if anyone else was there when you walked in, assuming that you’d be in and out in a matter of minutes. As it turns out, there is someone here, and you can tell from his gilded tone alone that he’s going to be trouble.

“That would be me, I suppose.”

You don’t bother to turn around. The young man who has the pleasure of being forced to court you walks forward until he’s standing somewhere to the side of Zoya’s desk. Arms folded across his chest, he dares you to say what you really want to him.

Instead, you direct your stare at Zoya with ill concealed vexation. “Him? Really?”

Zoya seems unconcerned with the choice of men now that her grievances with Aleksander have been made clear. “He needs this just as much as you do. What, is there anything about Nikolai Lantsov that upsets you personally, or just the idea of him?”

Nikolai. Of course it would be him, now that you think about it. You don’t think anyone expected Ravka’s golden boy to fall from grace, but his popularity is starting to slip anyway. Call it connection to such a family as the rest of the Lantsovs, call it envy that someone can seem so perfect when the rest of you are clearly not. Regardless, Nikolai needs a little something to redeem him in the eyes of the public once more. Turns out you’re just the right card for him to play.

You had seen him once before this outside of movies or tabloids. Your friend had hosted a party a year or so ago, and that had been where the ill-fated meeting had taken place. Not a real friend, of course– to say that anyone in the Ravkan side of Hollywood truly has your back is the most pathetic sort of self deceit that could ever be imagined. No, you were only there so it didn’t look terrible if you weren’t. The world’s most dazzling stars would hand you all sorts of drinks with a smattering of white lies as a garnish. If half of the sips you took were only of water, no one would believe you.

They know what they expect of you, and around here, human error is non-existent. People believe wholeheartedly what they want to believe. To suggest that their wildest imagination might not be proven fact is something akin to betrayal. It would certainly be the sort of stuff to start a war, but the rich and famous do that all the time over something as microcosmic as a broken nail.

Anyway, that was the sort of place where you met Nikolai Lantsov for the first time. In an attempt to cross a crowded room, he had trod upon your heel with such precision and grace that you almost thought he might have done it on purpose. When you had turned around to scold him for it, his face had spread with a smile so sincere it had to be false and he had apologized. So charming, so insensitively legitimate compared to the rest of you. That was Nikolai and no one else.

He had moved on after that, floating between groups of partygoers with all the natural grace of an eagle soaring through the air. You had watched him for some time after that, and at last concluded that he had to have been stone cold sober throughout the entirety of the evening. Perhaps that was the excuse you gave yourself for hating him then. If Nikolai could remove himself from the humiliating task of getting drunk in public when you couldn’t, who were you to idly praise him? Nikolai did not make mistakes. Everyone else did. It was all the proof you needed to despise him.

You have a better reason now for animosity, of course, but at least it gave you a head start. You don’t know if Nikolai has thought about you twice since that night, if he even realized it was you at all. And here he is now, still leaning idly against the wall, soon to be your lover. How delightful.

Zoya taps her hands against the table once, abruptly dragging you back to reality. “Well?” She asks. “Are you going to do it?”

You fight back the urge to laugh. “Do I have a choice?”

“No,” she says crisply.

Across the room, Nikolai grins. His teeth flash in the fluorescent lighting, and it looks as if he’s baring his fangs at the world, daring it to try and take him down. “You know, I think most people would be perfectly happy to date me. I’m almost hurt to hear that you think otherwise.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t do that. I want no part of this and you know that.”

Nikolai spreads his hands. “Hey, in the spirit of honesty I don’t want to do this either. We’re both suitably desperate for a jolt to our public image, though. I can affectionately say that you are my best bet right now.”

You sigh and look back at Zoya. “Alright, then. I’ll do it.”

She nods, and then, as if sensing how much this is going to bother you, Zoya does the impossible and smiles. “Excellent. This is going to be absolutely fascinating to watch.”

Do you know the worst part of this? You think she might be right.

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01746 birthday bash ~ day five ~ chapter 50: hopeless

content warnings: heavy angst, alcoholism word count: 577 words brief summary: my take on my favorite scene in law's backstory: rosinante breaking down in tears the night before he becomes just "cora".

happy birthday 01746. my sweet little fucked up story. i can't believe i created you. ♥

Crickets droned on. Law snored softly. Every page was a blur. The sea, the sky, it was all merging together.

Ten hospitals. Six months. All of it, equivalent to nothing.

The fire before him was crackling low, on its way to self-extinguishing. Still hot enough to render paper to ash, little orange worms of hot ember dancing along tattered edges. Lazily, his hand rustled around within the roomy pockets of his coat for any pages left behind. He hardly skimmed them before tossing them in.

“Enemy.” burned quickly. Of course the World Government tainted hospitals. I can’t believe how desperate they are.

“We needed a better plan.” was gobbled up eagerly by hungry flame. So inclined to cover up their own horrible misdeeds, they purposely miseducated trained professionals. People who are trusted with life itself.

“Marines.” fluttered into the fire. I’ll never wear that justice coat again.

With a defeated belch, Rosinante stared at the sleeping snail planted on top of a stack of sea charts. Receiver firm in hand, anyway. “I wouldn’t pick up if I were you, either. I promised I wasn’t going to do anything stupid.” He mumbled, “Then I quit my mission for half a year. Never called, never looked for you.”

For a moment, he waited for a reply that would never come. Hung his head and let his heavy eyelids flutter shut. “I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t do anymore. I disappeared.”

The receiver hit the dirt without a sound. His hands fisted around the book of sea charts in his lap. His brother’s beloved sea charts. The solution, he thought, the diamond in the rough. He tore out a handful of pages and whipped them over the cliff’s edge, towards the sea. Ancient maps tore and fluttered in the wind until they clung to the surface of the water. Slowly breaking down, deteriorating.

And then, he downed the rest of that sweet bottle of white wine. The bottle he saved for months now, the cure bottle. The celebration bottle. Tasted bitter as hell.

What the hell am I doing…? I’m completely isolated now, forcing this poor kid to relive his horrible childhood, over and over again. I might as well have crucified him outside a church and lit a match. He stared at the blurring waves, legs folded up, moonlight turning dark feathers a glistening violet. His sickness is only getting worse. It’s not even the will of D driving me anymore. I don’t care about that anymore. I’m not sure I ever did.

When he dies, then what, Rosinante? What purpose do you have? You’ve turned your back on your family, blood and otherwise. There’s nothing left.

An aftershock of rage coursed through him. He swayed up to his feet, shoulders trembling. Threw the empty bottle against the rocky surface, hard, internally delighted with the sprinkle of glass, the shattering echo. The heat prickled then, sparked up from his sternum, clogged his throat, his nose. His eyes. I just…I feel so sorry for this damn kid. He’s got Flevance under his skin, his family’s death in his eyes, and my brother’s wretched strings tangled around every limb. He needs help, but it just seems so impossible…and if I give up…if I do nothing…he’s going to become just as miserably dangerous as Doflamingo. But what am I supposed to do? Love didn’t save Sengoku, Tsuru, or Sora from my stupidity. Love won't save Law from White Lead Disease.

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#crying weeping i love this scene so much #i tried to do it justice #i think when i saw this i was like “yeah. i'm gonna write a fic about you one day”#one piece fanfiction #genwrites #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #01746 #01746 birthday bash #not tagging “one piece marines” because.#well he literally set them on fire in this scene #he logged out #another reason i love this scene #you can't convince me at this point he wouldn't be like “eh. fuck 'em.”#anyway thank you so much if you read any of these or stuck around #means the world to me

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a compilation of some Leagues & Legends: Remember The Dust quotes, just so i can have them in one place for me to look at:

“Shay decided she didn’t like me on day one,” said Laney.

“You wouldn’t normally let that stop you,” said Jack. “You won Heads over, and the mage teachers, and Sarge, and all they saw when they met you was a little girl.”

“Well, she sees a threat and that’s a harder thing to deny,” said Laney.

“Lane,” said Jack, when her voice stuttered to a stop. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged, a jerky motion, and then straightened her spine. “That doesn’t do anything useful.”

“I’m not trying to be useful,” said Jack. He took a small step towards her. She wavered and then buried her face in his shoulder.

Laney didn’t cry, just inhaled and exhaled sharply, her fingers pressing into Jack’s ribs. The dark loomed around them and Jack was grateful. If it had been broad daylight Laney would still be standing with that straight, careful spine, looking at that unmarked bulls-eye and forbidding her hands to shake.

Rupert had spent the truck ride back from Challenge mostly drugged, lunging for escapes and struggling in moments of lucidity.

Once deposited in the lab, he’d spent three days charging every time they opened a door, kicking at technicians and guards. This got him bruised, drugged again, and no closer to escape.

On day four he got up, changed into the civilian clothes he’d laid out the night before, and made up his bed in precise regulation folds. Head-on struggle was clearly ineffective. Rupert was a strategist at heart anyway. Time to go back to his roots.

People always asked her what she had done with her village. (She had buried them). They never asked about the dragon—she had killed him, yes. But she had also buried him. She was good with a shovel.

“This isn’t your business,” said Grey. “Laney, stop it.”

“What are you afraid of?” said George.

“It’s just not your business,” he said, trying for angry. “You left your war, okay? It’s not your fight anymore. There’s responsibility to be had here and you’ve had enough.”

George’s hackles rose and fell. Grey scowled but his hands scrambled over papers.

“You can’t sit with your back to a door,” he said. “I knock over my coffee and you go for a knife before you go to save your notes. You read about potatoes and you just keep getting happier.”

“Pip,” said Laney.

“You’re out. We’re not, and I’m not going to drag you back in.” He squeezed the rim of his chair with hands that looked like his sister’s.

“I’m not planning anything. My whole— everything just—”

“You’re planning to get into a research lab to get your practical skills better. You’re planning to delve more into material sciences, and the history of seacoast thespianism. You’re planning to keep an eye on Jack, to irritate Laney enough that she gets that edge in her voice that means she’s paying attention, that she’s present. You’re planning on using the remains of your father’s horrors to build something worthwhile.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I am—I’m breathing: I’m walking; I developed a new spell knot last week; my reports are meticulous. I’m fine. I’m terrified that wherever Rupert is, he’s not. He’s not,” she said.

“I let him be,” said Rupert.

“That’s doing nothing,” she said, irritated.

“No,” said Rupert. “It’s not.”

It doesn’t matter what kind of power you carry in your pockets if you don’t know how to use it.

“So yes—I’m treating you like I treat people. That means when you’re hurting, if I can help I probably will. That means that if you’re hurting other people, I will stop you.”

“You’re yelling now.”

He smiled, a sliver of a thing. “I am not. You know I’m not. But you need to get that into your head—you don’t get to use me to make yourself feel better, and you don’t get to use me to make you feel worse either. You just get to be. Congrats. Welcome to the rest of the world, Miss Graves. You get to figure out how to live with yourself.”

She had gone completely still—a stone maiden. People talked about her like she was a medusa, but maybe she was just cold marble left behind in a monster’s garden. “I want to live,” she said. “I want out because I want to live, okay, is that enough for you? Have I earned it, then, bared my soul enough? Are you satisfied, with your checklists and your forms and all the little boxes to fill in about whether or not I’m worth saving? I want to live,” she said, “and I don’t even know what it means. But it’s not this and it’s not where I was, and I want...”

“Okay,” he said. If her chin was trembling (just a little), then her hands were folded gently in her lap, elegant long-fingeredthreats. “Okay,” said Rupert. “Me, too.”

“So if you do things on purpose, you think that makes it better?”

“Sometimes it makes it worse,” said Rupert. “That’s why you need to be careful what you do.”

Grey’s voice was small. “Are you?”

“Never enough,” Rupert said.

"Hey, no—I don’t care what it means here, I don’t care what it’s causing or not causing—you were a kid and you did something impossible because you wanted so badly to be something more than what you were told that you were. They said you couldn’t shoot and you did. You were the best at it, at all of it. You are the best, Lane, at what you do, and it doesn’t matter what you do.”

"Jack—he listens to people when he meets them. He learns their stories and the things they want. Rupert always found out what they needed. They’ve met so many more worlds—worlds, right? That’s what that is, people’s lives and all the things they know and think and have seen that I never have—Jack’s met so many more than me. I haven’t seen any life but mine. I haven’t been looking for any world but this one. I missed them. I’ve been collecting facts and little details, lists of things—because if I just swallow all those down maybe there won’t be room for—” He looked up at her. Ana was waiting, which she was so very good at. He wondered how many worlds she had met. He wondered how many had been stolen from her.

“Congratulations, new terrible things have happened to me. I’m still me. Different nightmares—but the nightmares aren’t true. The world was broke before all this happened, and it still is, but I still get to do more with my life than save it.”

“I feel safer when she’s here,” said Grey, almost spitting it. “She’s so many people’s nightmare. She’s got so many nightmares, but I sleep better when she’s in a room. She’d hurt anything, but not me—you know how many terrifying people I get to feel safe with? You’re all scarier than anything out to get me, and I get to feel safe, and everyone else gets to hide.”

“If you had really been gone, Rupe, we would never have gotten over it. We’d be okay, we’d be happy even, make new friends and new homes and new ambitions—but you would always matter. You would always be gone and we would always miss you.”

Rupert had his head ducked now. Jack pulled his hands from his pockets, letting them hang loose and open.

“And that’s okay, Rupe.”

“It’s not.”

“Take it up with whoever invented mortality,” said Jack. “One day one of us is gonna miss the other. You want me to hate myself, if I end up going first? You can live through losing people, Rupe. I don’t want to live through not having them.”

He looked at Laney and Rupert put a sticky date roll on one of her knees.

“You think I’d be used to missing him,” said Laney. Jack sat up and pressed close to one side, so she fit her head under his chin and exhaled out. Laney reached up to where Rupert was still half-crouching awkwardly within arm’s reach. She pulled him down and he dropped to his knees, then to sitting, his head falling gently to her shoulder. She took apart the roll and ate it piece by piece, then licked her fingers clean.

Laney closed her eyes and tried to pretend this was the whole world, right here. This was all. Rupert’s arm was warm on her side, his long fingers on her knee. Jack’s heartbeat and even breathing blocked out every noise leaking through the canvas walls, if she listened hard enough, so she did.

His hands were easy and familiar on the camels’ flanks. She had spent all her childhood watching these beasts of burden move and bicker around her. She had spent the last few years watching Rupert move this slow, this careful, and this kind, and here they both were.

Jack pulled back, smiling, and said, “Remember to fall down, now and again, alright?”

George snorted. “You know,” she said, “he never told me that?” She still had one hand fisted in the fabric of Jack’s shirt. “He never did. I think he thought—that I’d had enough bruises. That I might shatter. I think he realized it wasn’t advice for everybody, or that it was, and I just wasn’t everybody.”

The warehouse was vast and mostly dark around them. Gloria talked nonstop in the distance while Laney drew out protective circles on her knees.

“He told you,” George said, almost a whisper. “He told random kids. He told Bidi. Falling down, the bravest thing he knew.”

Jack said, “Maybe he thought you’d spat out enough bravery for other people. Or maybe he thought you already knew.”

She squeezed his arms and then stepped back. “Be good, Jackie.”

He was getting a good hold on the balance of this now. He was walking and it felt like walking, not like he was teetering, about to fall.

Jack went to sleep, and when he woke in the morning he was rested.

#whoops i should probably sleep now #lets see if the brainweasels will cooperate now. i probably should have started doing this with beanstalk but i just finished RTD and im.#FULL OF FEELINGS OKAY.#there isnt nearly enough grey in here but if i ever do Echoes he'll get plenty of it im just thinking about rupert. and george.#sysfandoming #leagues and legends #remember the dust #quote #l&l

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15 Useful Websites You Need To Know About

Here are 15 useful websites you may not be aware of, that will make you say: “The Internet isn’t so dumb after all!” And they’re all free. (Although some can be upgraded to a paid plan.) I’ve divided them into 4 broad categories: Privacy & security, Speed tests, Design & photography, and some miscellaneous, as a bonus. I’ve used all of these at least once, some even dozens of times. I hope you come across something useful that will save you time and headaches. I know I did. Let’s get into it.

Privacy & Security

Privnote

Got a super-secret message that you don’t want to risk getting into the hands of the wrong people? You may not be a CIA spy, but there may come a time when you need to share sensitive information, think of passwords for identifiable personal information. This site allows you to write your message and then either email it or send it as a link to the recipient. The best part? After being opened, it auto-destroys Mission Impossible-style. There are also other options if you want to be even more strict. Use a Passphrase

Do you still use your childhood address or grandpa’s maiden name as a password? Or some intricate strings of characters that you can’t easily remember? Then you may need a passphrase. It’s like a password, but better. Easier to remember, and harder to crack. It can look like this: undocked lesser delegator clinic. This site generates 4, 5, or 12-word (!) passphrases. It also explains why most people’s passwords suck. It’s worth a read. Have fun generating your uncrackable password! 10 Minute Email

Don’t you hate it when websites demand you make an account before you can use their service? Yeah, I feel your pain. And what if you’re not ready to commit? Or are unsure of the trustworthiness of the site? Use a 10-minute email. If you need more than 10 minutes, you can ask for 10 more. Privacy Guides

If you’re concerned about how your data is being used and would like more privacy in your digital world, then look no further than Privacy Guides. It’s an extensive list of tools and services that put privacy front and center. From browsers to VPNs or email providers, there are great options to choose from. Nitter

Is everyone bugging you to get on Twitter, but you simply can’t be bothered? However, you’d still want to check out what some people you like to share on there, without needing an account. Nitter is the answer. Nitter is a free and open-source alternative to Twitter. It lets you browse Twitter without JavaScript or ads, so your data is secure. It can be a bit slow, but it’s worth it if you are privacy-minded.

Speed tests

Speedtest

This website lets you check your internet speed and has plenty of resources to help you figure out how to get more out of your internet connection. GT Metrix

If you’ve been on the Internet for more than 5 minutes you know how important website speed is. No one has the patience to wait even 1 extra second for a snail-paced page to load. So if you have a website, you should check its loading speed to make sure you’re not losing visitors. This website will show you so much more than load speed, so if you can decipher all the nerd-talk, then you’ll have a field day.

Design & Photography

Flaticon

This is a designer’s heaven. This site offers almost 8 million icons and stickers. The categories are as broad as they can get, and the quality is excellent. If you’re interested in accessing the truly great icons and packs, then you may consider upgrading to a paid plan. Looka

I needed to create a few logos in my life and had no idea where to start. This is where Looka comes to the rescue. Looka is an AI-powered branding platform that can help you find your brand identity. From choosing your company name to picking a logo and even designing business cards, Looka has you covered. Everything is customizable to fit your unique personality. If you choose to use their service, you’ll need to pay, but you can start for free simply to browse logos for inspiration. This Person Does Not Exist

Did you ever need to create a persona or use a realistic picture of a person, but didn’t want to resort to the same over-used free stock images? Meet “this person doesn’t exist.” I guess you can’t meet them, but you can use their photo. Each image is AI-generated and it can fool even the best of us. Simply refresh the page until you find one that suits your needs. Photopea

When you need Photoshop, but don’t have it, this is as good as it gets. It’s a browser photo editor that can save you when you need a quick photo-retouching job. It has more settings than you may think and has been useful for me more than once. It’s not perfect and the speed is not always great, but hey, it’s better than nothing. Coolors

Ever struggled with creating a color palette? Maybe for your wedding, passion project, or even a website. (Especially a website!) This tool lets you browse an outrageous number of color palettes. Can’t find anything you like? Create one from scratch, or try adjusting the ones the app suggests to you. The options are endless. If you’re a designer who uses Figma, they now have a Coolors plugin you can integrate with it. Proceed with caution, it can get addictive.

Bonus

Notely

Notely is a no-fuss website that lets you create simple boards with post-its, images, or lists. It is very minimalistic in features, and this is exactly what I appreciate about it. This can be a great tool to help you gather and organize your notes, either for work or a personal project. It doesn’t require an account, just start creating! Convertio

This tool allows you to convert video files, images, various documents, and even fonts from any format to, you guessed it, any format. If you need to convert files larger than 100 MB, then you’ll need to upgrade to a paid plan. But it’s a great option for smaller files. Read Something Great

I saved the best for last. I thought I’d include a website that’s not geared towards any specific purpose, but simply the joy of reading. The concept is simple: every time you open the page, you’ll be “served” 5 timeless articles from 5 categories: Living better, Business, History, Science, and “Wildcard.” I’ve found countless amazing reads on here, like this gem. Also Read: Affiliate Marketing In 2023 – All You Need to Know Read the full article

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♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Bethany Levesque Pronouns: She/Her Age: 20 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: Sophomore at Harvard University Social Status: Outsider Faceclaim: Jessica Sula

Who Is Beth?

“If there’s so much I must be, can I still just be me, the way I am? Can I trust in my own heart or am I just one part of some big plan.”

Bethany Levesque, whatever happened to you not wanting to be in the spotlight? I thought you were firmly against indulging in the lifestyle of your former classmates? Firmly against being the name on everyone’s lips. Look at you now! There was time when I had to explain to my dearest followers who you even were and now I’m seeing you on the arm of an actor? We really need to catch up. You’ve always been quick to judge and make your opinions known (I can relate). Honesty and integrity still mean something to you. You’re determined to be your own person even with the world’s most involved (read: controlling) mom. You’ve learned how to compromise, how to be smart with your arguments and what you really care about. You’ve learned how to play the game without ever meaning to. Well, save me an autograph, won’t you? XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Beth always kept herself to herself, preferring to be a fly on the wall and stay firmly out of the drama. She unfortunately had to bear witness to more than a few meltdowns, betrayals and fights between her former classmates and it only solidified her judgements on them. Sure, Beth can be a little harsh and she’s not big on second chances (although, she is trying to be better). For Beth, getting into college and starting to make her own money, was the way out for her. The road to independence even if she’d never truly be free of her mom’s expectations. She’s always been smart, preferring to spend Saturday nights with a good book or bailing on a date to work on an extra credit project. It was all about the college applications, thank you very much. Romance, dating, drama- none of it really appealed to her. Sure, she might like to have someone one day but they were really going to have to be spectacular to live up to her own expectations. Hazel Levesque- her mom- had other ideas though.

It wasn’t enough that Beth was getting the grades or putting in the work, her mom wanted her to care more about her reputation. About what she wore, how much makeup she put on, who she was seen to be on a date with. You can’t win every fight so Beth would go on dates with other rich people who were nothing short of mind numbing. It would be torture for a couple of hours but it would get her mom off her back. And then the cycle would start up again. It could be utterly exhausting, you know? She never really liked anyone she went on a date with either until one very unexpected set up with Frankie Vives. It was like for one night they both just got to be themselves without the pressure and sure, she liked him. Once he dropped the bluster and BS, of course. Now, that was supposed to be the end of it or so Beth thought. The next thing she knew, her mom was raving about the positive attention her baby dating Frankie Vives was giving them and somewhere on the other side of town, Frankie’s agent was doing the same. Before Beth could protest, it was too late. The whole world had decided that Beth and Frankie were the new ‘IT couple’ and there was no getting out of it. At least, not for a while. So much for a drama free life, right?

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

Beth never even read Gossip Girl when she was at her height of terror and doesn’t intend to start now. GG surely has nothing on her because guess what? Beth minds her own business!

Connections

Samuel Watts - childhood best friend! Beth and Sam’s parents were BFF growing up as well so there was really no escaping each other. She loves him but she will judge him.

Amber and Gracie Watts - Sam’s siblings! They also all grew up in each other’s lives. They’re practically Beth’s siblings too.

Frankie Vives - the accidental boyfriend. Well, ‘fake’ boyfriend. They’re dating in the eye of the public for the moment but it’s not real. It’s not. And that is fine!

Blair Waldorf - Blair Waldorf was everything Beth hated about the Upper East Side and Constance Billard. Blair was the worst and Beth still holds onto that resentment (because she’s right!).

#t #c: bethany levesque #outsider #ues #sophomore #sam #amber #gracie #frankie #blair

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