#nore how they are handling it

[darkdragon768]

I need to make another list where I'm listing every game I own and am ticking off every game I've played through.

Oh boy, over 150 entries here I come.

[quaranmine]

collapses on the floor but lives due to 2 ibuprofen and a normal-length work day

collapses on the floor and Dies

[gatheringbones]

You seem like the kind of person to be delightfully honest about my problem, and the fact that you are already in a successful relationship encourages me; as long as i can remember, i have been trying to make friends and connections but i always fail. If i may refrence a half remembered quote from a book i think you posted, i think it's like they can smell the desperation off me, and the fact that a "normal" "well adjusted" person wouldn't go to bat for them that quickly, like they can see the abandoned autistic kid crawling out my skin. One would think that once i found queer people the problem would be solved, but even then they were the 'cool' party kids having exciting autonomous adventures, so my inability to do so struck even nore of a loser nerve, i think. I thought that this last semester i finally found the person that was as interested in the relationship as me (constant, daily conversations for *months*), but they unexpectedly blocked me and vagued about how I was annoying and that they just used my passion for certain things to start drama. Plus, they had other, year long friends so i shouldn't have expected differently... How can I get over being ignored even by other "freaks", even if we're supposed to stick together or something?

that dream of the discerning/accepting/loving family of lovers and dreamers is a double edged sword. it has existed before, it will exist again, it exists even now— but like all deep trickster magic it’s elusive and multidimensional and not encountering it when you expect and long for it hurts very badly, as you’ve experienced.

you’re in the period of bashing against the jagged rocks while you realize that there isn’t actually a sacred pact based on mutual self interest and adoration between all mad queer persons. that’s part of the magic and it’s one of the only ways you gain access to the higher and deeper spells. your shame and heartbreak and disappointment are context for what comes next.

only truly loving and brave and rare human beings will regard and handle you in the manner you wish to be handled and regarded. being that loving and brave in a world like this crushes and rends and tears a person; they accrue so much damage just for behaving decently and maintaining hold of their compassion and discernment in a world that wants nothing more than to cauterize it out of them, just as it wishes to cauterize the dream of true love and solidarity out of you.

If you study everything you can get your hands on about love and respect and how to care for and nurture other people, you’ll hone some of the skills you will need to recognize these very rare persons in the wild. If you are unbelievably lucky, you may be able to comport yourself in such a way that you earn their regard and trust. More dashing against the jagged rocks will ensue. It will hurt worse than anything you can imagine. You will be reliant on miracles and the whims of a capricious universe.

Have fun, be brave! The way out is deeper into the horror story.

[winter-wise]

Nobody has ever monsterfucked the way Hwi Noree monsterfucked.

Leto asks her to marry him and she *immediately* gives him the once over to try to see if there's a way for the two of them to get it on.

Leto asks her if she's curious about anything and she responds "I fear my curiosities might disturb you," and Leto immediately picks up on what she means by this, takes a moment to recover, and then changes the subject because nobody has ever come on to him like that before and he doesn't actually have a strategy for how to handle it. I am in awe at her game. Ambassador Noree would you care to elaborate on what your curiosities were.

[jjeongddol]

Lean on me.

Now playing : cold love - THE8

𖹭

Kazuma x Reader.

an unsettling break up, some words of promises & time alignments. will they work out eventually?

- “Ichima,” you began softly, the nickname slipping from your lips as naturally as breathing. “We agreed on being each other’s support, didn’t we? I told you to lean on me too. Why didn’t you?”

a/n : for the non-raver readers, i would hope for you to read this fic & share your thoughts with me <3 the character can be replaced by jeonghan or mingyu. they are the ones who i think fit into this role nore than the others do. but feel free to replace the mc with your bias!

The café you both loved was quieter than usual that evening. It was your safe haven, a corner booth tucked away from the world, where laughter once bubbled over shared pastries and conversations stretched long into the night. Tonight, the air was different—heavy, laden with unspoken words that neither of you wanted to voice. The rain outside mirrored your emotions, falling steadily, soft yet relentless.

Kazuma sat across from you, his hands clasped tightly around the mug of coffee that had long gone cold. He hadn't touched it, nor had he touched the slice of cake you’d brought for him, his favorite. Instead, his gaze had been fixed on the table for the better part of the hour, the usual warmth in his brown eyes replaced by something distant.

You felt it before he said it. The way his shoulders slumped just a little more than usual, the way he avoided meeting your eyes, the way his fingers fidgeted with the handle of the mug as if searching for the right words. And then, with a deep breath, he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he began, his voice low and tinged with a sadness that pierced through you. “I’m sorry for leading you on.”

Your heart sank. The words hit you like a cold wave, knocking the air from your lungs. You blinked at him, trying to make sense of what he’d just said, hoping—praying—that you’d misheard. But the look on his face told you otherwise.

“I thought…” He paused, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. “I thought I was ready. I thought I could be the person you deserved. But the truth is… I’m not there yet. And I don’t want to waste your time pretending I am.”

You stared at him, your hands gripping the edge of the table as if it could ground you amidst the chaos swirling in your chest. “What are you saying, Kazuma?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, shaking as much as your hands were.

“I believe in dating to marry,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm raging in his eyes. “You know that. But right now… it doesn’t seem like that’s where this is headed. And it’s not because of you, I swear. You’re… incredible. But I’m not the man you need me to be.”

The words stung. They felt like a rejection of everything you were, everything you’d built together. You wanted to scream, to cry, to demand an explanation that made sense of this senseless ending. But all you could do was laugh. A soft, disbelieving laugh that escaped before you could stop it, echoing hollowly in the quiet café.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, brushing at the stray tear that slipped down your cheek. Throwing you head back in hopes of keeping your tears at bay. “Just… give me a minute.”

Kazuma watched you, the way you arms instinctively wrapped across your torso, how you're forcing a smile out of your pain. His expression pained, as if each tear that fell was carving into his soul. “If the timing were different… If I were different…” His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat. “Maybe if the stars align and we’re meant to be in this together, we’ll find our way back to each other.”

Hearing the ache in his voice only tugged at your heartstrings even more. Squeezing your eyes shut and your lips clamped as a way to keep your sob in. After you've composed yourself a little, you braved yourself to meet his eyes. The determination in his eyes only confused you further. How could someone so sure of the connection you shared still let you go? It felt cruel, like he was dangling the possibility of a future you didn’t know you could believe in.

Once his words has fully processed in your mind, you straightened your shoulders, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “If this is the end of us,” you began, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill again, “I’d like to thank you… for all the good memories.”

Kazuma’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away, blinking rapidly. “You don’t have to—”

“No, I want to,” you interrupted gently. “Because even if this hurts—God, it hurts, so badly—I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You… you made me feel so loved, so seen. And I’ll always be grateful for that.”

The silence that followed was deafening, filled with words left unsaid, with emotions too raw to voice. Kazuma finally reached across the table, his hand hovering over yours for a moment before he took it, his grip firm yet tender.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “You deserve so much more than this.”

You nodded, unable to speak, afraid that if you did, the dam holding back your emotions would shatter completely. Instead, you squeezed his hand one last time before pulling away, the warmth of his touch lingering like a ghost.

As you walked out of the café into the rain, you couldn’t help but look back one last time. Kazuma was still sitting there, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. It was the image of a man torn between what he wanted and what he thought was right.

⭑.ᐟ

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching every inch of you, but it felt fitting. It masked your tears, blending them seamlessly with the drops cascading down your cheeks, as if the world were crying with you. The soft patter of rain against the pavement was the only sound accompanying the ache in your chest. You wandered aimlessly, no destination in mind, just letting your feet carry you wherever they pleased.

But the weight of it all finally caught up to you, and a sharp, painful sob escaped your lips. It was loud, uncontrolled, raw, and it echoed through the rain-soaked streets. You covered your mouth with trembling hands, as though you could take it back, but the dam had broken, and the tears fell harder, mingling with the rain.

And then you felt it—a heavy warmth draped over your shoulders. A jacket, still slightly warm from his body. The very person who had just shattered your heart had followed you into the storm. You didn’t need to turn to know it was Kazuma. His presence, his scent, the way his touch somehow made the ache sharper yet softer—it was all unmistakable.

You tried to turn toward him, but his hands gripped your shoulders, keeping you facing forward. His hold was tight, almost desperate, as if letting go of you now would break him entirely. “Stay,” he whispered, his voice trembling, broken. “Stay for a minute. Please.”

You froze at the sound of his voice, hoarse and thick with emotion, and you realized—he’d been crying too. The way his breaths hitched and trembled against your back confirmed it. Slowly, he rested his forehead against the curve of your neck, his tears warm against your already soaked skin.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. For doing this to you. I never wanted—” His words faltered, drowned out by the rain and his own sobs. You felt his chest heaving against you, each breath heavy with regret.

You didn’t move, couldn’t move, as his words sank deep into your heart. It was as though every tear he shed, every tremor in his voice, wrapped around the wound he’d caused, offering solace and breaking you all over again. “I just… I need time,” he continued, his arms tightening around you. “Give me some time, and I’ll find my way back to you. I promise. I swear, I’ll come back to you.”

His words hung in the air, a fragile hope that felt as beautiful as it was cruel. You didn’t know if you could believe it—if you should believe it. But the way his arms held you, the way his tears soaked into your skin, made it impossible to ignore the sincerity in his voice.

A part of you wanted to scream, to demand why he was doing this if he cared so much. Why he’d let you go if he wasn’t ready to lose you. But all you could do was lift your hands and grip his arms tightly, holding him as if grounding yourself in his presence. Your body shook with silent sobs as you whispered, “Why does it have to be like this?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he buried his face further into your neck, his breaths uneven. “Because I’m scared,” he admitted finally, his voice barely audible. “I’m scared I’ll fail you. That I’ll hold you back. I want to be better for you, but right now… I’m not. And you deserve better than this half-version of me.”

You turned in his arms then, ignoring his earlier grip, and looked up at him. "You don't get to decide what I deserve and what I do not, Zuma," His eyes were red, his face soaked from rain and tears, and yet, there was a determination in them that made your heart ache even more. You continued as you cupped his face, "you know that I would never allow myself to be treated less than what I truly deserve." He looked at you as though you were the most important thing in the world, and the weight of that gaze made it so much harder to let go.

“But don’t let me stop you,” he continued, his voice cracking again. “If you find someone who can give you everything you deserve, don’t hold yourself back because of me. Do what your heart tells you to.”

His words felt like both a plea and a warning, and you hated them for it. You hated how selfless he was trying to be, even in the midst of your shared heartbreak. You hated how he was giving you permission to move on when every fiber of your being screamed that you didn’t want anyone but him.

Your hands trembled as they gripped the front of his soaked shirt, and you leaned your forehead against his chest. “You’re so stupid,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the rain. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want anything else but you.”

Kazuma’s breath hitched again, and his arms enveloped you completely, pulling you closer than ever before. He didn’t say anything, but the way he held you spoke volumes—of his love, his pain, his regret.

The rain continued to fall around you, the world fading into the background as you clung to each other. You didn’t know how this would end, or if the fragile promise of finding each other again would ever come true. But for that moment, in the midst of the storm, you let yourselves feel everything. The love, the heartbreak, the hope, the fear—it was all there, raw and unfiltered, as the rain washed away everything else.

⭑.ᐟ

A few days after that rainy night, you found yourself scrolling through your phone during an aimless afternoon. The world felt quieter, emptier, like the echo of your breakup had bled into every part of your life. But then, your breath caught as you saw the announcement on The Rampage’s official page:

“Kazuma Kawamura will be taking a short hiatus due to health reasons. We ask for your understanding and continued support during this time.”

Your heart clenched. You read the post again and again, hoping you had misread it, but the words stayed the same. A wave of guilt crashed over you, and for a moment, you wondered if you were the reason. Had the breakup taken such a toll on him? Or was it something he’d been hiding all along, even from you?

You debated whether to reach out. Part of you wanted to call him immediately, to demand answers, to make sure he was okay. But the other part of you—the part still aching from his goodbye—hesitated. He had asked for time. Maybe this was what he meant. Maybe he needed space to sort through whatever he was dealing with.

Still, your fingers hovered over his contact name, the urge to check on him almost unbearable. You finally sent a short, simple text:

“I saw the announcement. I hope you’re taking care of yourself. If you need anything, I’m here.”

The message delivered, but no reply came. You didn’t expect one, but it still hurt.

⭑.ᐟ

Over the next few days, you noticed a shift in your interactions with the other members of The Rampage. You’d always been on good terms with them, having spent time together during your relationship with Kazuma. They were like an extended family, always teasing you and Kazuma, always rooting for your love story.

The first to reach out was Riku. He called you late one evening, his voice gentle but concerned.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “I know things have been… complicated between you and Kazuma, but we’re all a little worried about him. He’s gone completely off the grid. Didn’t even tell us he was taking a break. We found out through management.”

Your chest tightened. “He didn’t say anything to you guys either?”

“No. And that’s not like him,” Riku admitted. “He usually leans on us when things get tough, but this time… it’s different. I thought maybe you’d know what’s going on.”

You hesitated, unsure of how much to say. “We… we ended things,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “He said he needed time to figure things out.”

Riku was silent for a moment, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “That explains a lot,” he said softly. “But it doesn’t make it any easier to see him like this. He’s hurting, and I think you are too.”

You bit your lip, fighting back tears. “I don’t know what to do, Riku. I want to help him, but I don’t think he wants me to.”

“Maybe not right now,” Riku said gently. “But if you ever feel like you need to reach out, don’t hesitate. Sometimes, even if he doesn’t say it, he might need to know you’re still there.”

⭑.ᐟ

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Kazuma. You tried to keep yourself busy, throwing yourself into work and hobbies, but your thoughts always drifted back to him. You found yourself wondering how he was coping, if he was eating well, if he was finding peace in the solitude he’d chosen.

One day, you got an unexpected text from Takahide.

“Hey, just wanted you to know Kazuma’s staying with his family for now. They’re taking care of him, but he’s still pretty down. Don’t worry too much—he’ll bounce back. He always does.”

The message brought a small sense of relief. At least he wasn’t completely alone. But it didn’t ease the ache in your chest.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you sat on your couch, staring at your phone. Your finger hovered over Kazuma’s contact name once again. You wanted to hear his voice, to know if he was okay.

After a long moment of hesitation, you finally sent another text:

“Hey, I hope you’re doing okay. I know you need time, and I’m trying to give you that. But I’m just a call away. Always.”

This time, there was a response.

“Thank you. I’m trying. I’ll reach out when I’m ready.”

The message was short, but it was enough. It wasn’t closure, but it was a thread of connection, a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could find your way back to each other when the time was right. Until then, you held on to the memories, the love you still carried in your heart, and the belief that some chapters didn’t have to end forever.

⭑.ᐟ

Kazuma stood outside the café, his heart racing as he spotted you through the window. It had been three long months since he went on a break, since he last saw you. And yet the sight of you felt like coming home. You were sitting at a corner table where you'd both usually dine, nursing a cup of tea, your gaze distant as if lost in thought.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before pushing the door open.

The familiar chime of the bell caught your attention, and when your eyes met his, everything seemed to freeze. There he was, the man you loved, standing before you like a vision from a dream. He looked a little thinner, his features more drawn, but his presence was still as magnetic as ever.

Kazuma hesitated, unsure of how to bridge the gap his absence had created. But when he saw the vulnerability in your eyes, the relief softening your expression, he found the courage to take a step forward.

"Could I join you?" he asked timidly, his voice almost hesitant.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you rose from your seat and closed the distance between you. Without a moment’s hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of him, melted away the months of pain and uncertainty.

With a deep sigh, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” You whispered, your voice trembling.

Kazuma’s arms tightened around you, and you felt his chin rest gently on your shoulder. He held you as if afraid you might disappear, his hands trembling slightly as they pressed against your back.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything. For leaving the way I did. For not explaining. For hurting you.”

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Things has probably been hard for you. But I just needed to know you were okay,” you said softly. “That’s all I wanted.”

Kazuma nodded, his gaze dropping for a moment before he took your hand and led you back to the table. The two of you sat across from each other, the air heavy with unspoken words.

⭑.ᐟ

For the next hour, Kazuma explained everything. The toll his work had taken on him, the physical and mental exhaustion he hadn’t recognized until it was too late. How he’d started feeling like a shadow of himself, losing sight of who he was and what mattered most.

“I thought I could handle it all,” he admitted, his voice strained. “But I was burning out, and I didn’t even realize it. I was scared… scared that I’d fall apart in front of you. I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Your heart ached as you listened. “Ichima,” you began softly, the nickname slipping from your lips as naturally as breathing. “We agreed on being each other’s support, didn’t we? I told you to lean on me too. Why didn’t you?”

Kazuma looked down, guilt evident in his expression. “I thought I had to be strong for you. That I couldn’t let you see me weak.”

You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. “But that’s the thing, Kazuma. I love all of you. Not just the strong parts. The messy, vulnerable parts too. You don’t have to protect me from that. I want to be there for you, the same way you’ve always been there for me.”

His grip on your hand tightened as he nodded. “I know that now. And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

⭑.ᐟ

Over the next month, the two of you worked to rebuild what had been broken. Kazuma took the time to explain the boundaries he was setting for himself at work, promising to prioritize his health and well-being. You supported him every step of the way, reminding him that he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world alone.

There were difficult conversations, moments of doubt, and lingering pain, but there was also hope. The love you shared was still there, strong and unwavering, and it became the foundation for your healing.

By the time Kazuma was ready to return to work, he was a different man. Not because he’d changed completely, but because he’d learned to lean on you, to let you in, and to embrace the partnership you’d built together.

⭑.ᐟ

On his first day back, you walked with him to the door, your hands resting on his chest as you straightened his jacket. “You ready?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

Kazuma nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Just remember, no matter how crazy things get, you’ve got me. Always.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a lingering hug. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against your hair.

“You do,” you replied firmly. “And don’t you forget it.”

As he walked out the door, you felt a sense of pride and relief. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but you knew you’d face it together. After all, love wasn’t about avoiding the storms—it was about weathering them side by side.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(The dragon looks away as if checking something and looks back with a wince)

Ok Curly, i have to warn you, even if you probably wont notice it because of the delay, but in 24 h, we wont able to send more messages, we are always watching though, we will be there the second it ends ok?

I honestly dont know how to help you believe me, I cannot find any suitable examples without traumatizing you more

If you take his co-pilot permits, and he tries something, im assuming that the system would tell you right? And if its registered you could THEN lock him up something, maybe in cargo, there wont be any legal problems then since you can prove it

But if you still dont want to in case he goes for a weapon directly instead of crashing the ship...ok technically this would only work in a time travel scenario, aka, if you knew what was going to happen, but basically, brace yourself for what he said when you two were near the cockpit that caused you to dissociate, for what im assuming is 30 minutes and stop him, basically doing this: https://youtube.com/shorts/ygIhdTWJtyU?si=gj3NtxJSXD2TQnIx

...I was actually trying to find an excuse to show you that

Anyways, the reason why i said this would only work in a time travel situation, its because, while i know that you snapped out of disassociations before, and i believe you, every disassociation is different

I had many when i was small, specially in school, bullying would do that, anyways, i had them mostly controlled by a point, i could more or less snap out of it, but one day, i was in another school, another class, and these two girls started making fun of me for "not doing the work", i technically did, but thats not the point, the point is that while tehir moking only lasted for a couple seconds, barely a minute, I found myself disassociating really hard, so hard that i missed all of Physics class, it was really scary, losing myself like that for a moment

My point is, disassociations vary, and a few good aimed words can make you disassociate for hours, with no way to get back to reality

And curly, there is no different way, you were not his keeper, you were his friend, and superior, and he should have obeyed you with no question

If you keep at this, im bringing out the big guns, and they arent exactly delicate, and you may want to strangle me xdd

Honestly? Good that you didn't, you wouldn't have been the devil if you did, i dont get why people were lwcturing you so much about it though

I wasn't trying to make you look like a saint, i just meant that you wouldn't have said that after learning about the SA, or that you wouldn't have forgot so easily about it, knowing you as i have now, after a good couple months? I think that if you had said it, it would have been awkward as all hell, but over time it would have been something to laugh about between the two of you, i do apologize here, I am not the best at explaining...anything really

(The dragon looks worried)

I...fine, i trust you and if you say that you can handle it, i will show it to you, but not without doing it first, the other have done so, im a little out of practice, so it may appear muddy or blurry

(The dragon suddenly appears in the room, you get the sense that its making themselves way smaller than it normally is, what was once as big as a small house, its now the size of a large dog. it doesn't have scales but fur that appears purplish, yet you cant exactly tell, it has two large, standard horns on the top of their head, and two wings, yet you cant exactly tell what kind, they keep flickering in and out of existence as if deattached of the rest of the dragon

It move slowly, as if not to scare you, and slowly gets up on the bed, putting a paw on top of you slowly, checking for any sign of pain, after finding none, they slowly get on top of you, deep blue eyes staring deeply into you)

I do not want you having a panic attack on me, im doing this so you have something nore to focus on than these images, thankfully, it doesn't have any blood, im also feeding two birds in one hand and showing both your other daft self that didnt ask questions about why Anya needed conception pills and also showing you Anya post crash, that way you don't see this more than necessary, take a deep breath, and here

https://www.tumblr.com/omagpies/773216063379865600/roleswap-au-a-aspect-of-this-universe-that-im?source=share

I honestly don't know if you are panicking, take deep breaths if you are, and focus on me ok?

So you can focus on another thing immediately after, do you want to see the musical? If so, do you want me to go saga per saga or song per song?

And finally, and because we are going offline for a bit, I cannot not do that little trend

You would be an injured stray cat (not kitten, don't want to infantilize you)

(The dragon chuckles and curls in your chest again)

I'll assume I won't notice it, then. Anyway, if you do disappear, you've never been gone longer than a couple hours... I'll power through. Can't be worse than— Nope, not ready to joke about that one. Moving on.

...Well, that much I'd like to avoid.

The alarms would start going off. But even when I was right outside the cockpit, that wasn't enough warning to stop the crash. Those alarms are meant to warn of a possible crash thanks to autopilot failure. Not an immediate one due to intentional sabotage. Can't rely on that to protect us.

Thirty—? Nope, couldn't have been that long. I'd guess, uh... it was around ten minutes, give or take, between when he left me and when the alarms started. And— and if I couldn't stop him in time, if I froze up... Hah. I like this one. I like the stupid design they give the ship and the dumb little loop.

I'm sorry that happened to you. Kids can be right pricks. And that's... That's rough.

I should be stronger than that. If a few words are enough to knock my mind out, I had no business ever flying a ship. Don't argue— I'm not being self-deprecating. This is plain logic.

But I knew him, I knew he wouldn't have, and it's not as if I gave him orders in the first place! Should have obeyed without— Please. There was more I could have done. i didn't. And that's that. You won't convince me otherwise.

...What does that mean?

I don't think they were, uh... I did ask why it was a bad thing to say. They were just responding to my question.

Okay. Good to know. I don't think we'd be laughing though. You're... you're fine.

Thank you... Oh, hey, you're different now. Hello. What're you doing? I can't feel that, y'know. You don't have to worry about hurting me. ...Hi. Hah. This is new.

...Okay. Okay. I'm ready.

...

Nn... nope. Not panicking. Just, uh, just trying not to cry! Hahah! A-anya— She shouldn't— Did she lose both her eyes— Is she— Was that— The baby, or— Miscarriage? She miscarried a while after the crash here and she wasn't the one caught in it here oh fuck she shouldn't— Anya shouldn't— It's not fair it's supposed to be me she shouldn't— She looks so small. Oh God, does this mean he— does this mean he hit her? I— I don't—

D-deep breaths. It's— I can't fucking— Okay. Okay.

I don't know. I don't know, sorry.

Thank you.

...

I need to see her I need to know she's okay please I don't want to be alone here anymore I need to see them please

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 23 of ? | masterpost

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Finally, I spotted him, chilling on a couch in the corner, rocking a beer and a smoke as his serious eyes stared at me. My heart tightened seeing him like that; normally, when he saw me, it meant smiles and a hug. Now, however, he just watched me, his cool blue eyes meeting mine from across the room. I held his gaze for a while, my face turning a bit warm as we looked at each other. Heart skipping a beat, I wondered: was he gonna brush me off? Stand up and bail, pretending I wasn’t even there?

✦ summary: Reuniting with James forces Nore to confront the complicated feelings that arose after their kiss.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use

✦ a/n: Hello! I'm finally on Christmas break and have lots of free time, so I'm trying to write as much as I can! I'm really glad I could post this chapter before the end of the year, and I hope it won't take me too long to post the next ones :) We're on the final half of the story, and things will get a bit more intense from now on. So, how do you think James and Nore are gonna deal with their feelings from now on? I'm really excited to write about it! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is welcome and motivates me a lot! ❤

✧ I want to be the girl with the most cake / He only loves those things because he loves to see them break / I fake it so real, I am beyond fake / And someday, you will ache like I ache ✧

It didn't take too long for me to catch up with my friends again. Just a bit over two weeks post-Leanne's birthday bash, Cliff gave me a ring with some exciting news: the band had landed a gig at a renowned venue in Los Angeles, and if the first show drew a good crowd, there was talk of a repeat performance to wrap up the year.

I hadn’t crossed paths with James since he had kissed me; gotta admit, the idea of facing him after all that had happened had me feeling a bit uneasy. But I was hopeful that, when the time came, we could have a conversation about it. I just hoped we could keep our friendship. There were many things I could handle, but losing him for good was not something I was ready for.

The band needed to fill the place, so Cliff asked if I could bring someone along. I ended up inviting Pat, my friend from the record store, to join me at the show. I mean, asking Dave was out of the question; as time went by, he was getting more and more bitter every time Metallica came up. Even though he wasn't thrilled about me going to the show, having a companion seemed to ease his mood a bit. Ever since I came home with a bruised hand from having to defend myself, he seemed to gradually become more protective and concerned every day. I knew he'd rather I not navigate crowded spots alone, especially at a metal show. But, when it came to Metallica, his wounded pride still had the upper hand.

I met up with Pat right outside the record store before the gig, so we could go to the venue together. She greeted me with the biggest smile, her blonde locks and blue eyes all dazzling.

"I'm so stoked!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with happiness as I handed her the ticket and the backstage pass. "I've never had backstage access before. This is gonna be rad!"

"Yeah, it's cool. But don't expect anything too fancy; we usually just score some drinks and access to the dressing room," I said, throwing out a strained smile. I tried not to let the nerves creep in about seeing James again, but now that showtime was approaching, my anxiety was cranking up by the minute.

"Oh, don't be a buzzkill," she pouted. "You’re in a bad mood today? Aren't you happy to see your friends?"

"Sorry, Pat. I'm just kinda on edge," I replied with a sigh. Despite really liking Pat, I wasn't up for diving into the whole James-kiss situation with anyone. Truth is, I had been mulling over it way more than I'd like. Couldn't wait to clear the air with James once and for all.

We rolled up a bit later to the venue, and there was already a decent line of fans. It always blew my mind how they had just dropped their first album not long ago but were pulling in a hype crowd that was growing by the day. I could sense the West Coast getting too cramped for whatever they were cookin' up. And, like always, no need to wait in line for us; the IDs whisked us straight backstage, where the guys were getting their act together, getting stage-ready, and already a bit toasted.

I couldn't really zone in on the whole scene that kicked off with Lars, Kirk, and Cliff swooping in for the welcome party; drinks were handed out, cigs were fired up, and Lars, as usual, threw in his cheeky comments ('hey, your friend's a total babe!'). But honestly, none of that was grabbing my full attention. My eyes were on a mission, desperately looking for the only person I wanted to see. No matter how much I tried to fool myself, all I cared about was making sure things were cool between James and me.

Finally, I spotted him, chilling on a couch in the corner, rocking a beer and a smoke as his serious eyes stared at me. My heart tightened seeing him like that; normally, when he saw me, it meant smiles and a hug. Now, however, he just watched me, his cool blue eyes meeting mine from across the room. I held his gaze for a while, my face turning a bit warm as we looked at each other. Heart skipping a beat, I wondered: was he gonna brush me off? Stand up and bail, pretending I wasn’t even there?

Instead, he just got up, strolled over, and handed me the beer bottle.

“Want some?” he asked, throwing a faint smile my way. I blinked, kinda surprised. The way he talked, it was like nothing had happened. Like he never had kissed me. Like I never had bolted out of Joe's kitchen, leaving him all alone.

But, hey, wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? For things to be normal again. For us to stick to being friends, no drama.

“Of course. You ever see me turn down a beer?” I replied with a grin. He let out a soft chuckle and handed over the bottle, his cold fingers brushing mine for the briefest fraction of a second before he brought the cig back to his mouth.

Before long, the venue staff gave us the heads up that the show was about to kick off. The guys wrapped up their final checks, and Pat and I joined them, enjoying a beer by the stage. Pat was all hyped about it; even though she didn't know the band, she was really getting into the music, full of the enthusiasm you'd expect from a dedicated fan. As for me, I was a bit more reserved this time. Don't get me wrong, I was always happy to catch up with my friends, but I couldn't ignore how uneasy I felt, especially when I noticed James's glances, splitting his attention between the crowd and shooting looks my way, a silent storm brewing in his blue gaze.

After the concert wrapped up, he handed his guitar over to a puzzled Kirk, not even bothering to look at him. He headed my way, big steps and a bit of annoyance wrinkling his forehead; at that point, I was almost sure he was going to cup my face in his hands and kiss me again. The idea had my face turning hot, my heart racing, and the palms of my hands getting sticky with nervous sweat, recalling the feel of his lips on mine. Instead of that, he just stopped and locked eyes with me for a moment, carefully studying my face before saying:

“So? How was the show?”

“It was awesome! You guys rock, I loved it!” Pat exclaimed, all excited, breaking the momentary electricity that had arisen between us two. James raised an eyebrow, curious, as if just now realizing she was there, and shot me a puzzled look. I just shrugged, wearing a slight smile.

"It was killer, like always," I said with a grin, and he shot one right back at me. There it was — the familiar, genuine smile I'd been missing all night. I couldn’t help but feel relief wash all over me when I saw it.

We wrapped up the night at some random downtown bar. Most of the time, I stuck with Pat since she only knew me there. A couple of beers, a joint, and watching her all hyped up did the trick; I started to unwind, and soon enough, I was enjoying the night with a lightness I hadn't felt in ages. Had a cig between my lips, just chilling and keeping an eye on the guys from a distance. Cliff and Kirk were deep into some serious chat, sharing a joint. Lars and James had found some fans from the show, cracking up and talking loudly while passing around a bottle of vodka.

"Can I ask you something?" Pat threw out. I shifted my gaze from the scene, catching her curious, kinda fuzzy look — probably thanks to a bit of the booze. Before I could even answer, she kept going: "What's the deal with you and James?"

"Me... and James?" I raised my eyebrows, totally caught off guard. She nodded, a little smile playing on her lips. "We're... We're friends."

"And that's it?" She raised an eyebrow, and I furrowed my brow.

"Of course, that's it, Pat! You know I'm dating Dave."

"Yeah, I know. It's just..." She started, letting her eyes wander over to Lars and James before turning back to me with a mischievous grin. "He's quite the looker. Mind if I flirt with him a bit? Just for fun, you know."

I blinked, caught off guard, and then burst into laughter, my face heating up in a mix of surprise and confusion. Out of all the scenarios playing in my head for that night, Pat showing interest in James was definitely not on the list.

“Sure, why not,” I said, and she shot me a smile before strutting in the direction of James and Lars. I watched her go, a little smirk on my face, a tiny pang of envy sneaking into my chest. Maybe life would be more of a breeze if I could summon that kind of confidence in myself so easily.

"So now you're playing matchmaker?" I heard Cliff's familiar voice, and I looked up to meet his brown eyes staring at me. I grinned as he lit a cigarette, handing it to me before popping the top of the beer can he had in his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better. And you?"

"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow. "Last time I saw you, you weren't very happy."

"Yeah, felt a bit down after... you know, what happened," I confessed with a sigh. "But I think that's all settled now, isn't it?"

Cliff didn't seem entirely convinced. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing out before he reached out to me. I took the cigarette from between his fingers, bringing it to my lips.

"I thought James liked you," he commented, his attentive gaze fixed on my face. I shrugged.

"Maybe he does. But you know I have a boyfriend, Cliff. Maybe it's good for him to be distracted by some other girl for a bit," I said, and Cliff snorted.

"Not even you believe that, Nore."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? Are you sure about what you're doing, throwing your friend at him like this? Or will you regret it later?"

"Why would I regret it?" I furrowed my brow, then stared at him defiantly. "I know what I'm doing, okay?"

"If you say so," he shrugged, taking the cigarette back from my hand.

I watched him walk away with a frown, scanning the area for James, my stomach churning uncomfortably when I couldn't find him anywhere.

We bounced out of the bar late at night, still riding high on excitement and energy, a bit too drunk but not giving a damn about it. Lucky for us, the guys were staying at a friend's house nearby, and a quick call to Pat's dad had us sorted for a ride home from their place. I said my goodbyes to the guys and enjoyed the cruise home. Pat, usually a chatterbox, was oddly quiet on the drive. When I nudged her about James, she blushed so hard I couldn't help but crack up.

When I got home, I made a beeline for the shower. The hot water washed away the remnants of the night's boozing, helping me unwind and finally realize how tired I was. I slipped into my PJs, hopping into bed next to a knocked-out Dave.

I let out a soft chuckle when his arms wrapped around me, his lips landing on my neck. It was like he had a sixth sense that woke him up the moment I was back, even from the deepest sleep. Like he just knew I was nearby. How could I think of anyone else when Dave loved me like this?

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice all sleepy, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

“Hey,” I replied with a smile, turning in bed to face him. I swept his ginger hair away from his face, and he grumbled before pulling me closer, burying his face in my neck.

"Missed you tonight," he murmured, his raspy voice making me shiver in the best way. "Glad you're back."

"Course, I'm back," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "We’re not gonna fight tonight, right?"

"Hmm..." he grumbled, his lips making their way up my neck until they met mine. His hands grabbed my waist as he settled on top of me. "No fights... got something else in mind."

I laughed into his kiss, my face warming as he turned up the intensity, making my whole body heat up. In that moment, wrapped up in his arms, I was sure I was loved. I was sure he loved me. And that was, and always would be, enough. 

Or, at least, that's what I told myself.

✧ if you'd like to be tagged on the next parts, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! ❤ ✧

[tanalogyosc]

"What's better than a nice warm breakfast in the midst of wint', eh?"

Name: Edgardo Nores Age: 23 Gender: Male Object: Eggnog

The current owner of a Bread and Breakfast in the town of Villacello, Edgardo Nores, has agreed to an interview with us, let's see what he has to say!

Question 1: How are the foods in Bread n Breakfast prepared? They always come deliciously warm even in the coldest winter!

Oh, that's easy. All the food you get in our place are prepared fresh from the kitchen! Despite our cooks only consisting of 3 locals, including me, we always prioritize the satisfaction of the meal. All of our ingredients are also locally sourced or from other farmers that we know of!

Question 2: What's your opinion of the town?

Eh, it feels like our town has been too commercialized lately. While I appreciate the customers from time to time, there are sometimes unsavory people who come into our town, ruin the experience for others, and are simply too much to handle. But aside from that, this town is really lovely. Do you know there's a field of flowers that blooms in the forest south of the town? It's such a beautiful sight.

Question 3: Does this town holds a deep secret?

H-huh? What kind of question is that?! Get outta my face right now!

[lady0lunamoon]

Okay! My honest opinion on "Miraculous World: Paris"?

It was AMAZING!!!!

Lot's of action, some funny moments, very emotional and lots of tension!

One thing I especially love is how the Special wastes absolutely no time with getting straight into the action!

Something I hate about many movies is how they just waste so much time setting up the plot that by the time it finally gets to the good stuff, half the movie is already over!

The writers really have my respect for not doing that here! After the opening, they waste no time and immediately get straight to the actual plot!

Another thing i really love about the special is the way they handled Shadybug and Claw Noir!

I kept saying that Shady and Claw have the potential to become the best Miraculous villains ever, even if they get redeemed, and as far as I'm concerned, i was totally right about that because these two are officially my favorite Miraculous villains!!! 🖤

[WARNING!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!]

For one, I love villains like Shadybug who are driven by a desire to not be hurt anymore!

I felt so bad for her when she cried while reading Marinette's diary! 😢

And I found it so touching how she first acted cold and rude towards Sabine but quickly backtracked on her attitude, when Sabine continued to speak kindly to her!

It showed that Shadybug wished she'd have a loving mother like that and she'd actually be grateful for it!

I am truly touched by how vurnerable she looked throughout that entire scene!

💔💔💔

🖤And I absolutely love how sassy and unhinged Claw Noir is!🖤

The guy freaking cataclysmed himself ON PURPOSE FOR NO APPEARANT REASON!!

At least I can't think of a reason why he did that! And even while cataclysmed, he still managed to put up one heck of a fight throughout the entire special!!

And It's very interesting how his motivation is a lot like Monarch's, but at the same time not!

Claw Noir does want his mother back, but he seems more hurt by the fact that his father doesn't seem as upset as he is!

Although it's not that hard to read the signs that Shadyverse!Gabriel infact is impacted by his wife's death!

If I had to guess, it looks very much like Claw THOUGHT his father easily moved on and continued to focus on his work as a fashion designer and forgot about Emily, while what he was really doing was using the butterfly miraculous to create superheroes and trying to stop the Supreme, most likely to create a safe world for their son!

I also love how both Shady and Claw wear different masks to hide their sadness : Shadybug acts cold and unfeeling while Claw Noir is more outgoing and unhinged! Claw is basically that one character who is a little b*tch but is just too charismatic to hate!

[SPOILERS OVER]

There might've been a few things I had hoped to see in the special that weren't there, but that's okay because a lack of one or two good possible elements is still better than the presence of multiple bad elements — which mind you was NOT present in this special at all!

The show often has some moments that really made me cringe, but I couldn't find a SINGLE bad moment in this special!

[SPOILERS]

So the fact that we didn't get much personal father-son drama between Batterfly and Claw Noir (Which was justified since, contrary to what i assumed, they don't know each others secret identities) or the fact that neither CelesteCat's white suit and hair nore Claw Noir's giant Cataclysm triggered Ladybug's Chat Blanc PTSD (because we don't talk about this enough in Season 5) don't bother me much!

My worries about Ubiquity, despite being featured heavily in promotional material, barely appearing in the actual special (because she only had one appearence in all the trailers) were also put to rest! Even though Alya isn't Ubiqity for long at first, she still gets turned back into her a few times! Giving her enough screentime that I see no reason to get mad over her being promoted so much even though she doesn't actually stick around throughout the entire special!

[SPOILERS END]

Whoever says this show lost it's touch should definetly watch this!

Which is another little meta detail I really love in this special :

'Hope' is a central theme in the special, and it was so good that it also gave me hope that the show can return to it's former glory!

Despite a lot of controversy surrounding the show for quite a while now, this special proves that, just like Shadybug, Claw Noir and Batterfly's world, the show itself can also still be saved!

[girl-restoration]

OUT OF KINK UPDATE ON THE HARRASSMENT

i blocked them yet somehow their dms keep coming through. i do not owe anyone my time or sexual attention, nore is it my fault when i receive it. its not my fault people cant handle rejection. the jump to calling me slurs is quite... something. i think they assumed i was saying im a trans woman because of how they responded, and then jumped to transmisogyny. which is bad, dont do that folks.

second off, ofc this is fucking fake. I say it in my pinned post. im not a patriarchal racist transphobe. I dont want to make people detrans irl, because thats a bad thing to do. yes im a poser, THIS IS A ROLEPLAY BLOG.!!!

[cocoacosmos]

Hi hun, can you do a readin in nct jeno and haechan‘s current relationship? recently they seem much nore closer or more open?

Remember to take everything with a grain of salt. Tarot readings are for the moment and things very well could change in the future

Jeno’s POV

Professionally (10 of Pentacles, Judgement, King of Cups)

Haechan is very much a team player. Treats people how he’s treated. Nothing more nothing less. Understands others feelings very well so if someone is overwhelmed or is feeling weak, he tries to give them his energy or cheer them up in some way. 화팅!!

Personally (Page of Swords, Justice, Tower rev.)

Again there’s mutual respect here. He’s the one to go to when he wants to learn something new. Basically the fun facts guy or if he wants to train something. He thinks he’s always trying to figure out something. Jeno might see Haechan as the problem solver which goes along well with the King of Cups in the Professional POV. On the flip side, Jeno thinks this could be to Haechan’s detriment. He could think Haechan maybe taking on too much at the moment but doesn’t want to let anyone down.

Haechan’s POV

Professionally (9 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Judgement)

Does the job and does the job RIGHT. Knows what he can and can’t handle. Definitely gets the team in line if need be and makes sure everyone can perform as their best selves. Much like Jeno he has a “we’re gonna get it done and we’re gonna do our best and nothing less” attitude but won’t push to the point someone gets injured or sick.

Personally (Judgement, Lovers, Queen of Wands)

That’s his bestie frfr. They’ve been through a whole lot. Through all the ups and downs, they’ve grown together. Like that’s family. They respect each other very much. This seems like a no nonsense friendship. Like miss me with all that bullshit and just get straight to it. (Excuse my language). That’s honestly what I’m feeling. No beating around the bush. None of that. And Haechan appreciates him for it.

Is their dynamic changing to be more comfortable? (8 of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, 10 of Cups)

I would say so. Considering Haechan is in both Dream and 127, they spend lots of time with each other but when’s away with 127, they keep the connection going. Like if they’re on separate tours, they take the time to catch up a bit. Decompress. They simply feel very comfortable with each other these days. Like they can be their most natural selves. They go to each other if they need advice with solutions and not to just vent.

(If you have any questions or just want to tell me I did a good job, send me another ask ☺️)

[moth-writing-pit]

"Dirty Mind"

Suggestive themes, fluffy moments. Oc x Canon, pre-established relationship

King Dice woke up in a bed that wasn't his own. He knew because it was softer than his bed, not to mention Vlads fuzzy red hands gently cradding his waist. His face flushed, he had confessed his burning and confusing feeling he held for Vlad to him. The fruit-bat must've accepted him and things took a turn. No, wait, he remembered now, his back pressed against the bed and his legs propped on Vlad's shoulders. Remembering that they actually banged did his burning cheeks no favors, Dice had to be redder than Vlad's fur at this point.

Speaking of, he stirred and offered Dice a sleepy smile. The kind look in those half-lidded blue eyes sent shivers down the die-headed man's spine.

"Mornin.. Did you sleep alright?"

"Ah.. yes.. I did, thank you"

"Good.. I just want to letcha know now, I think we can make this work, beyond purely physical activity I mean," He chuckled, his fangs slightly glinting in the dim light of dawn. Dice cuddled closer, burying his face in the bat's fur to hide his flushed cheeks.

He'd actually been on the bottom for once. Dice had given up control and enjoyed it. Whatever this feeling is, it's messing with his head. Badly. Who even was he, enjoying not being in charge?

"I wouldn't mind.. y-y'know getting emotional and uh stuff.." Dice mumbled into Vlad's neck.

He leaned back and tilted Dice's head up before leaning in and gently kissing him. An umfamilar warmth bloomed in the conman's chest at the gesture.

"Do you want help getting ready or if you plan on skipping work today, is there anything at all I can get you?"

"I would love to lay in bed with you all day sugar but I probably should go into work. The people would miss me, after all," He paused and hesitantly pressed a tender peck to the bat's lips before continuing. "To actually answer, no. You're so sweet but you should relax"

As he got dressed he couldn't resist sneaking a few nore kisses. They were soft, sweet and warm. Plus they felt real, they made these feeling and situation feel real. Real and right. It felt good and natural to wake in Vlad's arms and to exchange small and tender and loving kisses as they debated just staying in bed together.

♡ ◇ ♧ ♤ ♤ ♧ ◇ ♡

In the casino, Dice couldn't get his mind off of Vlad. His usual playful and meanings snogs with customers felt wrong. Like he was commiting some unforgivable sin. But the conman was surrounded by and encouraged sin in his job. He was the manager of The Devil's casino.

When he was alone in his office his mind decided it a good idea to replay the events of the night prior. The way he had arched into Vlad's touch, the needy whine and cracking in his voice, his willing surrender of control. And worst of all, how good it felt and how comfortable he felt with Vlad in spite of the steamy situation. Dice had not only genuinely felt good but he didn't see it as a meaningless hookup. It was not purely physical.

Dice found himself placing his hands over his belly, imagining they were Vlad's hands and that the bat was whispering sweet nothings to him or perhaps reassuring him the love was real. That's what it was, the strange burning feeling, it was love; Dice loved Vlad. Which scared him. Love was a dangerous thing, especially in a job like his where violence against one's self or whom they hold dear is common. Yes, Vlad was perfectly capable of handling himself but Dice still wanted to protect him.

He took a deep breath and slouched in his chair. He decided to distract himself with aimless wondering about how Vlad's fangs might feel sinking into him. Dice shuddered to himself as he thought about the intial sting a bite might bring. Thinking about the chilling warmth of his blood filling the fruit-bat's mouth, stray droplets racing down his pristine flesh. Thinking about the vivid puncture wounds the fangs would leave. Two little holes, marking Dice as Vlad's.

Dice was grateful for a sharp knocking pulling him out of his thoughts. He called for them to come in and it was none other than Wheezy. The cigar man leaned in the doorframe.

"Aye boss, we got a hot shot. Real cocky arse who- You feeling best, boss?" Wheezy cutting himself off to inquire about his well bieng caught him off guard. It was completely out of the blue. At least until Dice realized he had a hand planted on his neck.

"I'm fine. Bored really, dealling with this might an' mighty nobody outta do me some good," He responded curtly, trying to not think about Vlad.

Wheezy eyed him suspiously for a moment but nodded and started off. Dice adjusted his tie and went out into the casino himself. The loud sounds of idle chatter, rolling dice and a performance being played filled Dice's ears. These sounds were normal, welcome even.

The rowdy patron was a gargoyle and not a young one at that. Both horns were horribly chipped, their wings in no better condition and one could hardly tell they even had a tail. They were dressed in muddy, torn robes, suggesting they have little if anything to lose by gambling.

"Hello my granite friend," Dice drawled behind them, spooking them. He offered a falsely warm smile. "I hear you've been quite lucky"

"Tha's righ'! Could go awl nigh' Ah could, jus' migh' too. Ah bet Ah could win te casino i'self!"

"Is that right? Why don't I take you up on that offer? Next roll if you win, you get the casino. Lose? The big man in charge gets what he's owed."

Dice could see the possibly of danger fly clean past the gargoyle's head as their face lights up and they grab the dice. They eagerly shake the dice in their cupped hands and toss the little cubes. They don't even bother to look at the roll before throwing up their hands in celebration.

"What a shame.. Snake eyes, House wins," Dice said in a mockingly sympathetic tone. He firmly put his hand on their shoulder. "C'mon let's head to my office, we'll figure out the details"

♡ ◇ ♧ ♤ ♤ ♧ ◇ ♡

Dice couldn't be happier to leave work for once. He kept his earlier thoughts as at bay as he could. He felt filthy for thinking such thoughts.

When he got into Vlad's lighthouse, the air was filled with the scent of fresh baked pie. It smeeled savory. He went upstairs and wrapped his arms around the bat's belly.

"Something smells real good and it's not just you.." Dice happily nuzzled into his neck fluff and kissed his neck.

"Venison and Razzlebarry pie"

"Ooooh.. Sounds real good, sugar. Y'know I couldn't keep my mind of you.." He kissed his neck again, playful nipping him. Vlad tilted his head for him.

"Oho that right? Do I owe you a night of night tonight?"

"Yes please.. Maybe we can play with where you can put those fangs of yours..."

[ask-de-writer]

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK

@mordenheim who READ and LIKED

NORE’S CHOICE

Part 1 of 10

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@nevermord who commented :

You know, I once heard the saying, "That man would complain about being hung with a new rope". I think Sando would quite literally do this. I've rarely met a character so defeatist and negative! I swear, you almost wonder how they haven't died from holding their breath because it was "contaminated by the breath of others"..

Sando has a bad way of handling what is not only a horribly stressful situation, being cast out by his Master, but also want and thirst.

Along side that, you did pretty well hit the nail on the head about him presently, and I love that saying!

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[delilahmclaine]

Location: Make Shift Medical Center When: A Few Days After The War @nore-lacroix

The days had passed too slowly for the Medical Staff, long shifts being passed back and forth between them to make up for those they lost. Delilah had barely gotten a wink of sleep in the past three days, picking up simple cases to avoid her Psych Eval. She didn't need some shrink to tell her that she couldn't handle being in surgery for a while. She knew she wasn't ready, but having it on paper only made it feel like a halt to her career. She sighed at the thoughts, shaking them away as she reminded herself she had a patient to attend to. Her eyes drifted to the paperwork, relieved that she wouldn't be treating another wolf, guilt settling into her stomach at the relief.

But as she walked in and glanced at Nore, she put on her signature smile, hoping to brighten the mood. "Well, hello, Ms. Lacroix. I'm Dr. Mclaine, and I will be checking on you today. If you'd prefer, you could call me Delilah or Dr. Angel. Either is fine with me." She looks at Nore's vitals, her hand moving to write down the necessary information as she did her minor check-up. With a thoughtful expression and a hard look at her chart, she turned to Nore. "How would you feel about going on a stroll? I may not get you walking today, but I think a good roll around would be fun."

[pinkbambi444]

So much respect for his masculinity

Last night, i got into a Bambi tantrum diva mood and my Owner put me out like a light switch. He threw a few ropes all of which i declined bc I was Bambi diva 🎀 Eventually in less than an hour, he puts the flame out just like that.

He talks it through like a gentleman. Acknowledges my feelings also tells me im over reacting respectfully whicb tbh i beeded to heR as I was asking nyself if i was over reacting as it wasnt his fault this particular thing that happebed last bight ❤️💋

Either way, most honest open comma and he reassured me just so so soooooo mucb which made me cry, feel nega guiltg for being a bitch and extra coy and sad for wastinf a whole hour of our lives being upset.

But my Master learns nore and more how to handle me Nd I just LOVE how he did it last night, my respect for him as my man grows tenfold watching him lead me to a reaaaalllytyyy good resolution ❤️❤️🙏🏽🙏🏽

Also just in awe id how far weve come in terms of conflict resolution, bormally sparked by me turning into a diva and my owner responding. But this time i think we nailed it 💕🌸 He absolutely took the best care of me and was soooo reapectful and entire misunderstanding i wohld call it, bot even an argumebt, resolved in less than an hour 🙏🏽

He always makes sure i feel safe and happy and loved and he always makes it a priority Nd I am do grateful for him. He absolutely shows me how much he cares and last night i fell deeper in love with my man 💕💕🫶🏽🌅✨

[airadam]

Episode 177 : Like Clockwork.

"Rockin' and rollin' like the myth of Sisyphus..."

- Anthony Cruz

More than any other month in the year, February is the one where we remember some of the greats that have passed on; as such, this mix includes tracks from J Dilla, De La Soul (RIP Dave), Big L, and Big Pun. The average ruggedness level is high, and we start off with a classic sample being used on a remix you might not know...volume up!

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Playlist/Notes

Slum Village : We Be Dem (Atomic Dog Mix)

"Atomic Dog" is one of the most heavily-used samples in Hip-Hop, and with good reason - even in novice hands it sounds good, and with someone like J Dilla in charge, it sounds amazing! He has it twitching on the three on a beat it's impossible not to move to, and on the mics, the crew don't get too complex. It's only a short one, which I got on a white label of unreleased Slum Village cuts, but I think you can find it these days on some of the digital platforms. In my opinion, this mix wins over the original version!

The ARE : OH

You can hear the sound of a well-known Michael Jackson cut being atomised and reconfigured on this killer from the "Dem Damb Jacksons" instrumentals, which punches so hard that you realise why the track title is in upper case! The whole project, as you might guess from the name, is all MJ and Jackson 5 samples, worked to perfection by the man from Houston who you may also know as a member of K-Otix. 

De La Soul ft. Yummy Bingham : Much More

A single that deserved to be so as a standout from "The Grind Date", this starts off with an uncredited guest appearance by the DJ Premier questioning the commitment of some to the the Hip-Hop culture, before passing to the late great Dave (aka Trugoy) to handle the opening verse. "Using these minutes like I value the call" is a great analogy for an MC who understood more than many how important it is to say something when you have the platform to do so. J Dilla's beat is grand and imposing, and his re-pitching of the main sample as used in the hook wrong-foots you - it was originally sung by a man, but sounds like a woman by the time he's finished with it!

Sol Uprising ft. Emanon : Feel The Sound

Somehow I'd "played past" this one over and over again, due to it sharing a slab of vinyl with the incredible "Raach Ya Sol" on the 2004 "They Don't Know" 12", but having stumbled on it while shortlisting for this month, I think I need to find more places to play it! Sol Uprising is the union of Sci the MC and the awesome Stacy Epps, who is towards the top of my list of "Musicians I Wish Had Released More Material". Alongside them here are Emanon, with Exile (who you might know better for his work with Blu) on production, and Aloe Blacc on the mic. It's the records like this, the ones that slip under the radar, the ones that you sometimes take a chance on, that really make a DJ's record collection.

L.E.G.A.C.Y : More

Legacy strides over this cut from the "Legsclusives" album with so much confidence that you can't help but love it! 9th Wonder's beat from the heyday of the Justus League initially draws you in with the short sample that repeats throughout and his swinging drum track (with a different snare/clap than you might have expected), but that sneaky low bass really anchors it.

Kid Capri ft. Big Pun and NORE : Block Party

Big Pun is regarded as one of the greats in spite of him unfortunately passing away without a huge amount of recordings - his impact was that powerful. It's always a joy to realise you have a feature by him that might not be known to many, and so we land on this collab alongside fellow Latino New Yorker Noreaga, with the legendary Kid Capri on production. "Soundtrack To The Streets", on which this appears, was Kid Capri's 1998 album where he handled things behind the boards and brought in an all-star cast on the mics - being a DJ with his kind of pedigree, there were a lot of people he could call! 

Otis McDonald : One For Dilla

This could happily be played anytime, but as we're paying tribute to J Dilla this month then it's a perfect inclusion for the current episode. You can definitely hear the influence throughout, even as it builds from an initial relatively chilled loop to a more energetic second section before settling down again. This is great work from the "Summer" album.

NEMS, Uncle Murda, Dave East, Scram Jones : NY Is Killing Me

"City workers give up twenty years of they life and still can't afford to pay a mortgage in the Five Boroughs..." It's raw, it's abrasive, and it has a point! You might have missed this one from last year, but this Scram Jones-produced single has Coney Islands' NEMS and guests expressing their frustrations with life in modern day New York City. It's like a rawer, more serious version of J-Zone's "Bullshit City", which the longtime listeners will have heard back on episode 11!

DJ Muggs & Meyhem Lauren : Ready For War

There are many things I love about this track, one of the more specific being the sampled vehement assertions regarding the cost of the sound system :) Of course, the production from Muggs is dark and heavy as per usual and the man on the mic is one of my favourite MCs, Meyhem Lauren! The third in the series of Soul Assassins LPs was another star-studded affair that spawned a companion short film shot in the actual Death Valley - and that in turn spawned an original score from which this track is drawn.

Buccaneer : Bad Man Story

A dancehall classic that's been getting a lot of play from me recently, a gunman anthem on the Baddis riddim that can move any dance! This 1998 release is on "Da Opera" LP, which is well worth a listen, as well as being a big single and also popping up in the Jamaican crime film "Third World Cop".

Blak Twang : Online

Bringing it to the UK for the last tune in the segment, and one I hadn't played at all for a long time - long enough that only after recording did I catch a line that I felt more comfortable censoring. From the third Blak Twang LP "Kik Off" (following the originally-unreleased "Dettwork South East" and "19 Long Time", Tony Rotton gets busy on a Preemo-influenced Harry Love track.

Nicolay : The Specialist (Instrumental)

The Dutch master himself has blessed us via the medium of modern digital distribution with a collection of his old unreleased instrumentals, "Nice Chops - The Dutch Schultz Tapes 2004-2008", which absolutely still stand up today. You can hear his more contemporary material as a soloist and as part of The Foreign Exchange, but this is a great bit of nostalgia and part of a wider set of releases celebrating twenty years of Nicolay's music.

Method Man ft. Raekwon : Meth vs. Chef

Easily one of my favourite cuts from "Tical", Meth's debut and the first of the Wu solo albums, which somehow turns thirty this year... All the elements are here - raw beat, the infamous kung-fu samples (this time from "Ten Tigers of Kwangtung" and "Shaolin Master Killer"), and bars upon bars. Meth opens up before the bell rings to end his verse/round, and then Raekwon brings it home rough like Timberland wear, as he would himself say!

Semi Six : Silver Moon

No singing hook, no hook at all in fact on this single - just a constant lyrical onslaught by one of the finest MCs in the D. The intro is eerie, off-balance, and makes it sound off when you mix it, but as soon as it's over, the dark beat thunders in and doesn't let up until the death - props to the producer, fellow Detroit native AntBell!, for providing a suitable soundtrack for this one.

Mixmaster Mike : Bermuda Tri-Axl

The 2000 "Eye Of The Cyklops" release is so simultaneously chaotic and seamless that when I came to digitise it, the only way I could work out where each track began and ended was to look it up on Discogs and read from the track timings! The legend from Rocksteady DJs/Invisibl Skratch Piklz and also the Beastie Boys, whether on production or on the wheels, always walks that line between virtuosity and total anarchy in a way few can pull off. 

O.C. ft. Big L and The Lost Boyz : Dangerous The Sequel

I cut this one a little short as O.C's next verse isn't so much to my taste! I thought sharing this slightly different version of the Big L-featured cut from the classic "Jewelz" LP would be a good way to play a track you may not know while also including some Big L - like Big Pun, he sadly didn't have a long enough time with us to build a deep catalogue. Production is done by Da Beatminerz, who take one of the all-time classic samples and put some deep bump underneath it. This on the B-side of the excellent "Can't Go Wrong" 12".

[DJ Spinna] Jigmastas : Magnetize (Instrumental)

The drums are smacking, the bass is rumbling, and the overall vibe is hectic on this instrumental from the 2016 "Resurgence" album from this much-respected Brooklyn crew. I played the vocal version of this back on episode 91, which is definitely worth a listen!

Natural Elements : This Is Not A Drill

High-wire apocalyptic Hip-Hop, courtesy of one of the finest groups of MCs you can even think about finding anywhere. Over Charlemagne's dramatic beat, A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo and Swigga all tear it down on a single that suits the extremely serious times we find ourselves in. The original plan was to start the episode with this track...but how do you follow up after this kind of demolition?

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