#DO WE KNOW WHT THAT MEANS !!

[tennessoui]

Okay but Kit, what if Obi-Wan was the model and Anakin the photographer?? 👀

ok but this is giving me the idea of a totally different scenario where obi-wan's just written his comeback novel after a few years of suffering writer's block and his new agent insists he has to take photos for the book jacket, alright, obi-wan i know you're all about privacy and writing under a pseudonym but we need your face on this book dammit your face will sell this book. that is a new york times best seller face.

and finally obi-wan agrees (reluctantly) that he'll come out as a very handsome bearded baby man to his fans, and the photographer they hire to take the headshots is anakin skywalker

anakin, who is low key obsessed with ben lars' books and writing and owns them all and has a tattoo of one of the lines on his forearm. who thinks he's just doing some headshots for obi-wan kenobi, normal day in the office.

this would lead to mistaken identity shenanigans as they flirt the entire shoot and anakin touches him a lot more than he should "to position him" and half the pictures are unusable because obi-wan is giving come fuck me eyes to the camera(man), but they leave with each other's numbers to continue the stellar banter and sexy flirting

and anakin has no idea who obi-wan is, that he's actually ben fucking lars, until they release his new book and anakin opens it right there n the bookstore to see obi-wan's face smirking up at him from the book jacket.

[bunicate]

now wht if we have wolf wrio x bunny reader

[hrryshoney]

i hate unreliable people, truly grow up and gain responsibility

[todayisafridaynight]

Okay stream over and as such no one is safe anymore from my RGGJoposting (sorry in advance), HOWEVER I did want to say...

Of course Mine Himself At Present is the furthest thing from punk, but I believe the reason he has that belt is a nod to Nakamura, who is credited with bringing punk influences to the kabuki scene. (This particular photo was taken years after Y3, but...)

By the way, Nakamura is how I found out there's a lot of stigma against sons of kabuki actors who choose to play roles of a different gender than their fathers. He comes from an established line of onnagata, so it was a big deal for him to choose to play male roles.

Arakawa was a taishu engeki actor rather than a kabuki actor, which is less steeped in tradition than kabuki, so I don't know if it would've been the same for him doing the opposite to Nakamura. But it's Neat to think of it as a concerted choice for him in terms of feeling that strong of a connection to femininity.

oh fuck yeah punk in the kabuki world WORD UP TO THE LEGEND.....

[peanutblowandjobsandwich]

idk but i recently noticed i have 2 posts where the reblogs are higher than the likes and i know it's been a long time silly argument that no one reblogs things so myb the redditors are healing nature <3

[kristalpepsi]

2 the anon frm a long tme ago tht tld me 2 gt screend 4 ADHD, im doin it <3

[purpelflurpel]

How to stop idealizing and falling in love with ppl whose personalities don’t exist the same way you’ve created in your mind?

Better yet, how to stop being disappointed when they don’t end up being who you’ve decided they are?

[trendfag]

wanna take a trazodone bc i slept all day and id like to not be sleepy tomorrow but last time i took one was like a year ago and i slept for 12 hours

[thewriters-world]

It just hit me that Valentino admired, respected (loved!) Marc, but to hurt him, he had to leave everyone with the worst parts of him (those parts are also arguably the worst parts of Valentino). And in the end, the way people talk about Marc (bez, uccio, literal journalists) is tinged with Valentino (or we can argue that the way Valentino talks about Marc is tinged with Uccio - hot but true take). And yh it did end up hurting Marc bcs wht do you mean only 2 people came to visit him when he had a potentially career threatening surgery and what do you mean people to this day hate Marc bcs of what Valentino put in their head. BUT the final blow, the kicker, Marc wanted to share this sport with Valentino, wanted motogp to be synonymous with rossi/marquez and then Valentino goes and says Marc ruined the very Institute he built. The one thing that Marc thought was theirs, the thing Marc oh-so meticulously upheld because yh it was valentinos sport but its also his and he has a responsibility, was allegedly destroyed by him. And fans, journalists, fellow riders agree with this take, do you know how much it must hurt Marc, that people genuinely believe he ruined the sport because the messiah said it.

Edit: Marc literally upheld the sport to the detriment of his own body, yet his body still supports him by allowing him to partake in a sport that he wasn't too sure he could ever be able to continue pursuing a few years ago. If you spend even a minute looking at Marc riding, you can see what he feels for this sport, but the only people who could ever come close to understanding how he feels (fellow riders, ex-riders and motogp journalists to some extent) are the people who have questioned Marc's place in the sports only because of what one man said.

Edit 2: maybe I'm just reaching but it kinda breaks my heart a little 😭.

[massivechildturtle]

Astrology observations.. ♡

🌱-people with mercury in aries cuss alot like A LOT which can be sometimes inappropriate (they're also very blunt.. They dont think before they speak which can cause problems).

🌱-people with prominent pisces placements are often good at dancing and have flexible bodies they just have something about the way they move its sensual..

🌱-is it just me or do all cap venus people want to spend their time in a countryside when they get older?!

🌱- i hv often seen people with venus in Aquarius placements (especially men) staying single for majority of their life due to their different standards (its not like they have unreachable standards) they just have so many people simping on them so its hard for them to identify "the one".

🌱-scorpio moon/jupiter people are very much interested in astrology, psychology, occult science like subjects bcz these stuff require deep research and study which they hv mastered since birth

🌱- its not easy to pass on a Capricorn's vibe ... But for some reason pisces people create a soft corner for themselves in a cap's heart (lemme know wht u guys think )

🌱-alright i think people were quite confused on the last post i made abt cancer moons. Although my experiences with them hv been quite good but we cannot forgive the fact that they are masters at manipulating shit.

🌱-venus in sag does not always have to indicate a foriegn spouse it could just mean that if you're from aa country where there are different religion and cultures.. Your husband/wife can have a very different cultural background.

🌱-Sagittarius women deserve all the love.. These queens are savage and damm their humor, wit, sarcasm its just a perfect blend.. I just love that how they are not afraid of anything.

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Y'all thanku so much for so much love... I love you guyzz alot 🫶

Do lemme know wht u think abt above observations... Bye see yaa🌼

[expectopatronum81]

Analysis of the power dynamics between the marauders and Snape

Ok, but wht is it with snaters pretending lyk the power dynamics between snape and the marauders was equal and balanced? James and Sirius simply decided to attack snape unprovoked solely because sirius was bored. Sirius is said to have reacted like 'a dog that had scented a rabit', making the predator and prey dynamic very clear. Throughout the whole interaction they make fun of Snape's physical features, and in the end, James calls out to the cheering crowd and asks them if they want to see him take snape's pants off.( which wud hv garnered a different reaction frm the fandom if snape was a girl.) Consider this:

'All right, Snivellus?' said James loudly.

Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack: dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted 'Expelliarmus!'

This clearly proves that SWM wasn't a one time thing like most ppl lyk to pretend. Even Lupin's words prove this:

'Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did - everyone

thought they were the height of cool - if they sometimes got a bit carried away -'

Last time I checked, sometimes was definitely plural.

Then there's the fact that Sirius literally tried to murder snape by sending him to the whomping willow on a full moon. We are only told that snape was asked to keep remus' condition a secret by dumbledore, nowhere do we get any indication of how sirius was punished for his actions.

Now, I'm not saying snape was completely innocent. He did try and follow the marauders to discover their secret in hopes of getting them expelled. He was also a prejudiced bigot, which is made clear with the company he kept and him calling lily a mudblood. I don't believe the reason james n sirius regularly assaulted him was because he was a 'baby terrorist', they would have made it clear to harry if that was the case. Instead, they admit their intentions themselves:

'Yeah,' said Harry, 'but he just attacked Snape for no good reason, just because - well, just because you said you were bored,' he finished, with a slightly apologetic note in his voice.

'I'm not proud of it,' said Sirius quickly.

Lupin looked sideways at Sirius, then said, 'Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did - everyone thought they were the height of cool - if they sometimes got a bit carried away -'

'If we were sometimes arrogant little berks, you mean,' said Sirius.

And

'Leave him alone,' Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike.

'What's he done to you?'

'Well,' said James, appearing to deliberate the point, 'it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…'

Harry's analyzation of it:

Harry tried to make a case for Snape having deserved what he had suffered at James's hands: but hadn't Lily asked, 'What's he done to you?' And hadn't James replied, 'It's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean.' Hadn't James started it all simply because Sirius had said he was bored? Harry remembered Lupin saying back in Grimmauld Place that Dumbledore had made him prefect in the hope that he would be able to exercise some control over James and Sirius… but in the Pensieve, he had sat there and let it all happen…

Whoever it comes from, I'm pretty sure the narrative is trying to make the dynamics clear.

Here's the thing though. Even though I empathize with him, I despise snape as a character. Anyone who's seen my tumblr would have figured out that sirius is my favourite character in the entire series. However, that comes with an acknowledgement of his flaws and that he isn't absolutely right in every circumstance. Snape's trauma shouldn't be invalidated or dismissed solely to uplift the marauders. He was downright traumatized by these incidents and i do believe they played a part in him choosing the dark road for himself. Completely disregarding the marauders' bullying, twisting the narrative, still calling snape 'snivellus' and trying to make cases for why the marauders were right or why snape deserved it is downright toxic and disrespectful to victims of bullying in general.

EDIT- I forgot to mention about one very important line from the books regarding their dynamics. Thanks to the anon in the comments who pointed it out!

“She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.

“Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius.

“And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin.

“Even Snape?” said Harry.

“Well,” said Lupin slowly, “Snape was a special case I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James so you couldn’t really expect James to take that lying down, could you?”

“And my mum was okay with that?”

“She didn’t know too much about it, to tell you the truth,” said Sirius. “I mean, James didn’t take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her, did he?”

Now this is during their 7th year at hogwarts (specifically, as they are talking about why lily got together with james). If the dynamics were so fair, why would james feel the need to hide it from his girl friend and future wife? Lily seems to have no sympathy towards snape after he calls her a mudblood (as she shouldn't), so why does james still feel the need to do it behind her back?

Also it does say that prior to their 7th year, remus might not have actively stopped their bullying, but he did chastise them occasionally. I have a hard time believing he'd do that if it was a completely fair battle.

“Yeah, well,” said Sirius, “you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes… that was something…

Now, I want to make it clear that the point of the post wasn't to tell that snape was completely innocent, I've said so in the original post as well. Heck, he found it cool when his friends used dark magic and bullied other kids. The point was to show how grossly imbalanced the power dynamics between snape and the marauders was, as stated in the very first line of the post.

[bylertruther]

smth abt eddie telling dustin to look after the little sheep -> s5 is going to return to s1 form -> dustin tells mike in s1 that his obliviousness blows his mind -> the whole painting & confession & obvious general fiasco that is willelmike -> dustin's going to have to put on his bob the builder / "the world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes" sherlock holmes hat and get involved

[svturn-exe]

been trying to think more abt sarah and her motivations more lately but it's hard to find the exact words to explain wht i mean? so i'm just gonna ramble until i get there <3

so bps right. wanted criminals. they stole a bunch of tech n shit and are wanted by the fbi for violating the television & mirror destruction order (and probably also for other crimes, given adam's apparent casual disregard for the sanctity of crime scenes and private property, and how casually he suggested just. yknow. let's Steal A Car bro :)smile) cool cool we all know this, this is canonically established information

and i'm just wondering about. sarah's intentions behind starting the bpc, soon to become bps . bc like ok cool ghost-hunting club. awesome

but then the tv & mirror destruction order happens . and the bps. steals a bunch of banned stuff or otherwise refuses to give it up? or something to that effect. sarah presumably being directly involved in this descision and not just adam, given tht sarah does apparently still actively manage "PR" after the ban

that's a lot of effort to go through for just. ghost hunting. so there's gotta be some other motive behind it right?? i don't think sarah would be going to these lengths just because adam like. strongarmed her into it. girlie could beat his enderman lookin ass easily

sarah is still clearly grieving and angry over her brother's death. and. i was thinking about mark's reassurances journal. specifically one of the pages shown in vol. 333:

'whoever is reading this, please stop it before it does this to anyone else'

do you think sarah saw that. when she got into the mcpd site via thatcher's dogshit password

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Yan!Pantalone with fem childhood friend reader-

Sooooo this is actually my fave for me to write ( except that I write a lot of possibilities in the future with this but here goes one of my many thoughts)

What if, reader was there with Pantalone during their hard time as the 'mature figure' aka sister despite yourself in need of mature figure too. Taking care of him, always giving him the better options in food or clothes. Pantalone would remember how you'd always wrapped him with the blankets despite how you trembled from the weather (aight lets see what you got for us in the future after all the bs we've done for you snitch) But good times (not so good but) don't last long right? Especially with reader being famous for her bad lucks and stuffs. Basically, reader was trafficked, leaving Pantalone all alone. Reader knew they were in danger and just a day before this happened, reader shoo Pantalone away, asking him to look for a flower for her (which is super random, idk if he's willing or not, honestly up to you but he still did it anyway). Imagine the horror returning to his 'home' only find a blood trails that ended in the middle of the road. You were nowhere to be seen at all.

Time skip and here's one of the possibilities i really want to see you write it out QwQ

So what if Pantalone was striking a deal with a dude at a beauty house, one that could only be entered by the upper class people. Pantalone hated being there, he just hated how it made him look 'nasty' and he for sure didn't want you to see him like this (lol sike) Just when they were conversing with each other, you came to them, offering them drinks. Pantalone was about to shoo you away again like how he did to others but hell he didn't know how to feel about meeting you in a beauty house.

Obviously he's all sparked in joy to be able to see you again after years of searching for you but he's also internally panicking about his image now. Would you still acknowledge him after this? (Yup, overthinking at its finest but i'd like to pinpoint this as the main problem in his head)

So yada yada yada (up to you) at first reader had a hard time remembering him but after lots of thing and the mention of flower, reader remembered about him.

Soooo,it's a happy ending now right? *yeets* nope we wrote the yan tag for reasons

What happened to you? Oh he's punished people he suspected to be your captors, even the innocents are not safe from his overthinking (idk wht but u get it).

What about the people in the beauty house? Who touched you intimately? Oh how there'd be lots of people missing and dying in a short period of time after all of this.

Not even the people who watched you dance are free from his 'punishments'. Not dead but still, 'punished'.

Oh? The beauty house owner didn't want to 'sell' you to him? Fine he could do it the hard way. What happened to the beauty house? Its business slowly dropped down. Still holding tightly to you? Fine have this blow, a fire burnt down half of the beauty house. He was careful not to burn the area around your room, making sure you'd be able to run away just in time from the fire.

Right, what? The owner still held you tightly as one of his source of income? Fine, bye bye then. Tbh he had a love and hate relationship to its owner, on one hand he knew the owner took good care of everyone, protecting them from all those shady men and ensuring you're still alive up until for him to meet you. But why would he let you work not only as a dancer but also a 'bed warmer'? He didn't care the fact that it's your own willingness.

Either way, he didn't feel any guilt at all. He tried to end things peacefully but it just so happened that the man thought of him as a shady man. What a shame.

Welp, what matter now is that you're here with him now! Althoughhh that didn't mean his overthinking traits ended already. Welp, idk what happened next

Thank you for listening to my long ass ramblings too

*peaces out*

yandere! Pantalone x Childhood friend! AE! Reader

Usual tags, except this one has uh potential gore(?), sexual themes(ain't a yandere without a bit of it), power harassment, drug use, Minors do NOT interact. (Ps, tell me what tags I'm missing) yo this is 3.3 k worth of words.

@youyue

A Durak's little miss fortune

"Oh bubbles, what have you done? Opening a very interesting plot like that and almost little to no restrictions? I live for it. I hope you aren't too concerned about what fate has for this little flower. " - Scribe

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Shadows lengthen, dim streets darken. To most people crept back under their sheets, yet here he is. The man with the very definition of wealth weighed in his name. Sat on a chair of their booked room in the 'beauty house', honestly speaking; he could care less about the establishment that fattens decadence at the lap of luxury. But with his imperial image on the line, or someone's head will roll.

Avoiding eye contact with the wretched woman on stage of the velvet room, body bending and twirling in odd angles, giving an eyeful of imagination to her viewers. As if it is no big deal for her being gawked at.

"Yes, that is our proposition for you, Lord Harbinger Pantalone." Said the rotundan before looking over to the service lady dressed in rather obscene clothing.

"Thirsty, my good sirs?" The 9th Harbinger huffed, waving his hand at the girl attending them.

"How many times do we have to tell you, we don't need-...any… thing…" With an irked voice slightly raised. Stopped midway once he saw the placid woman before him, offering beverages on a stainless steel tray.

"Understood, good sirs. I shall notify my other sisters at once." The once gentle and loving look he misses so much now turned stone cold, bowing before being dismissed. So many questions raced in his mind, why are you here? How? For how long? Wait you're here, you must be disgusted at why he's here instead of finding you.

Pantalone was about to call out to apologise but he's in a meeting and you already disappeared in the sea of people. Sadness stung in his iced heart, yet he dared not show it. Especially when this fatso is in front of him.

"Fancy her, Lord Harbinger?" The well off man asked, curiously. "Can't blame you, Lord Harbinger. Everyone calls her Fortune, she usually sings and dances on stage around the weekends." Oh, he knows what this gross pig wants. Getting on his good side to make the deal a lot easier, unfortunately for him. It merely soured his mood, no one should talk like that to an angel like you. And he means NO ONE.

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Next thing he knew, he's at home. Thrashing some of the documents all the clues about his missing half, you. His seething rage would not go unnoticed as he thought of all the sickening situations that they have done to you to make you so submissive bending to the whims of those lowly men. Of how many times you've cried to have someone save you in your predicament, scared and alone.

That last memory he has of that consequential moment into his mind. The pile of rubble that is their home, made from bits and bobs that they happen to come across. Makeshift door broken, an undeniable red stain leading nowhere, followed by claw marks against the dirt and snow. It still haunts him, the day his only warmth in this cruel world is taken away so easily. If he hadn't gone to take that flower instead you would have been at his side… Then again, because of that flower he was able to be acquainted with people, make connections. Almost like you gave him your remaining luck.

"My lord, we have a copy of Orlestine's account book!" An agent reported to him from the door. Orlestine, a wealthy name that holds the yoke of servitude.

" Enter, and leave it on the table" the employee did as they were told. "And one more thing… make sure to keep tabs on her." Added the bifocal man.

"Understood, Lord Harbinger." Leaving the pride of the northland bank alone. Just like the others in his life, but not this time. Not when he has found his other half.

"Soon… I'll make those dastards pay a hundred- no, over millions of times with what they've done with you." His rage knew no bounds as he recalled all the terrible things he told you before you were whisked away from that dumpster fire of a shelter.

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"You're a terrible cuddler… " normally you would laugh at his cold affection. He notices your arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer to you.

"Maybe I am, but that doesn't stop me." Your voice trembled as you put your chin on top of his head.

"Always helping that girl at the church… She doesn't even help you." The pretty-eyed boy mumbled, noticing your body has a hint of perfume. He wasn't a fool, he knew that the church girl was taking advantage of your kindness.

" It's not always about getting help." Only you would smile, he hates it. How his chest ached and yearned to be with you, the only gold hearted person he knew.

" You're just going to get hurt." Not knowing of the danger that had instored for the next day, shivered slightly when he felt the draft from one corner.

" Even so, I just wanted to help. " You hugged him more, he could see the warm breath against the chilly wind." Do you want me to sing? " Noticing it's growing late, and knowing his fondness of your melody.

" No way, you sound so terrible." He wanted to bite his tongue at the moment, but he didn't want to sleep. He's scared, and doesn't know what the reason was.

" Alright, alright, I hear you. Rest up, I need you to go get something for me tomorrow morning. It's really important." Soot stained face pouted, looking up at you when he heard that.

" Ha? Didn't you hear what that guy said about a snowstorm tomorrow?" You laughed a bit before rubbing your cold fingers on his cheek trying to get the ash off.

"Please, it's important. " With how soft your voice was, he knew you really needed it. But for what?

" Pah, go find someone else to do that. " Again, he wants to beat himself up for being such an asshole.

" Oh, alright." You merely sighed and kissed his head. For being an understanding person just doesn't sit right with him.

" You're really annoying, you know?" Murmured, leaning his head on your chest. He truly despised the situation they're in.

" Yeah, yeah, just sleep you little munchkin." Pinching his cheek to get a reaction out of him and laugh.

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And that was the last conversation he had with you, he wanted to say something different at the time. Still his own mouth betrayed him, barred from showing his own feelings to her. Compared to you, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, a faint light that shines even the darkest and coldest of places.

"Count Kintis." Pantalone threw a knife at a picture on the wall, riddled with red strings. He needed to act fast before his beloved had gone too deep in this little hell of milk and honey.

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He wanted to confront you about it first. Going back would be a good start, he had booked a private room and requested you specifically. But got denied at a certain time since she's taken at that hour, he had no choice but to change the meeting a bit before seeing you.

Once Pantalone sat back down in the sinful establishment. He could only imagine what other torturous things they'll do to you. Snapping out of his thoughts when he heard a strikingly familiar voice

" If you had prepared twenty years ago// You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door//"

Honeyed voice rang in the faintly lit room, looking up to the stage where you stood. Dressed in a shimmery red tight fitting apparel accompanying a person with a piano. Men started to stare, undressing you with their gaze. It's sickening, all he could think of is; how DARE they dirtied your image. The sweetest and pure girl he used to know, reduced to such depravity all because of his mistake all those years ago..

He adores your soft voice that sings to him at night easing his worries. Bringing warmth despite the howling winds. Is the song dedicated to him abandoning you? Is this how you've felt when you wait daily to see if anyone would miss or even save you? He's certain of it… no doubt you have to be rescued.

After the stage, a roar of claps erupted from the audience followed by whistles. Which only further summons his ire. He attempted to follow the songstress to her dressing room for a little chat. But was stopped because some man decided to talk to you, so he had to step in.

"I've been looking all over for you." Pantalone put his hand on your shoulder.

"Oh- uhm.. sir." He hates to admit it, but seeing you a bit flustered is adorable but that's not the point!

"Eh? Do you know him, fortune?" The man seemed displeased with how well dressed and intimate he is with you.

" Yeah, he's my next customer." You bluffed, but that is the truth. The Regrator did book you.

His eerie smile directed at the harasser who seemed to get the message about what might go down, and left. Keeping a mental note on that fellow.

A heavy sigh of relief washed over her. "Thank you, kind sir." Now there's that smile he loves to see. You must be really scared to be here, which is why he's here to scoop you up and pay your debt off.

"It was no problem at all, darling." Despite their age being so close, he had grown taller thanks to your help.

"But I do want to talk to you if that is okay with you. It will only take a few moments of your time." He had practised and prepared for this moment of his life, yet his hands were shaking. Not out of excitement, but with fear.

" Of course." Normally you'd be happy helping someone.

" Excellent, is your name ____?" Asking, no need to be hasty, he needs every little and single detail burned into his mind.

You answered, and everytime he asked another. He was so sure you're that girl he met all those ages ago when he was just a pauper with no mora to his name. The conversation started to circle once there were answers that didn't match up or didn't satisfy him, but paraphrasing the first questions. Growing weary of this, he pulled out a pristine flower and showed it to you.

"You know, a poor friend of mine left me this one pitiful morning. She made me fetch a pathetic flower in hopes to ditch me and have a perfect life without me. She would always sing me these strange songs where twin black stars twinkle in the night to guide damnable souls like mine." Pantalone lied in order to get something out of you, noticing your distressed look. He stopped with his relentless questionnaires.

His face softened once tears started to roll down your visage, ruining your makeup.

"Little munchkin… ?" Using the nickname that you gave him, her hand on her head. It felt like it's going to split.

Gloved hand tried to touch your cheek "Oh, my angel-." But another voice called out to you, seeing you flinched at the sound and quickly put up a façade that everything's fine.

"Fortune… " The older looking gentleman came over to calm you down. Saying something before looking at Pantalone as if he had done something wrong.

He got kicked out of the building. For the first time, he was denied something by a mere commoner. But it won't be the first time he'll be persistent on getting what he wants.

He'll start negotiating, from time to time out of mercy. It would have worked if that old wind bag would just let him speak to you. No one would even look at him or even tell him to come back next time. It's insulting that they're treating him like he's the same beggar before he rose to power!

So he stopped going and began his next phase, fine if they didn't want to talk to them it'll be their own damn fault if ruin comes to them.

Sending some fatui agents around the area to keep tabs. One has reported that you kept singing your heart out of sorrow by yourself in the middle of the night. A tune that would always lull him to slumber… That quelled the voices in his mind that it's a plea for help. But first he has to feed the ever so ravenous knowledge seeker.

Your poor admirers met an 'accidental' demise one by one.. Others met a swift and painless death, another ended with accidents, some went missing, framed and tried in court. Though, he had kept a select few in a pen that ultimately disgust him. First when they devoured the rotting flesh of their leftover livestock. Still hungry, they turned upon themselves. All the while Pantalone watched from afar in the comfort of his opulent home.

Then there's that one time where someone had bumped onto you, they too weren't spared. Especially that girl with a jaded expression. One that threatened to sue you in court for causing her husband's infidelity.

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From days to months, the old crod of the accursed métier finally made his move. The stygian haired man found one of the batch being transported, the one that didn't have you in it.

"I gave you numerous warnings and signs, gaffer. Give my little angel back." Pantalone hissed with a sinister smile. He may be merciful to some degree, but there is a limit to his thinning patience with stubborn people.

"Over my dead body, Regrator! First, you harassed my child then proceeded to corner me to a wall. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind that pile of money of yours!" The bald man goaded, using his arms to imitate a shield the girls. It effectively summoned the heavy coated man's indignation.

"Sir, if I may." One agent talks.

"Permission to speak, granted. Be quick about it." He knows this agent would take pity on the old man.

"Thank you, how about a little gamble? A game of Durak." They suggested it, making the banker hum in curiosity.

Durak, a traditional game where the goal is to have an empty hand. Rather odd for the agent to suggest this, since this is one of the things that got him to where he is today..

"What do you say, josser?" The shaven head man looked at the girls and thought this'll be a trap. But what other choice does he have?

With the game set, cards from the beauty owner provided a bit of an advantage on his part..

The first round goes to the owner, then the next, and the next until the fourth when Pantalone had started to catch up. Comparing the two is like calling a zucchini a cucumber.

"l, won." With such triumph, not once did he open his eyes as the defeated player collapsed to his knees, salty tears leaked out of his eyeballs. Pleading the girls to let go as they have nothing to do with this.

"Please, Lord Harbinger, have a heart and leave my children alone!" Cried the loser, begging for the 9th's mercy at his feet after his inevitable defeat at the game of Durak. It was only a matter of time..

" 'Have a heart', you say? Well, I can arrange that." The young man smiled lightly like normal but to the old man that didn't want to hand over any of his girls or 'children' rather, felt the foreboding deal he verbally struck. The girls behind him huddled together, paled at the implications that come with it.

"Oh, he's going to love this patient." Laughed the Regrator as the agents took hold of the caretaker who was thrashing around. He had a plan for the other girls to be sent away, not bothering them… but did send a few other girls to be closely inspected by the doctor for 'analysis'.

"Tell him to take his sweet time with the others." Waving his hands away at the agents that rallied the girls in separate binds, their wails and pleas go unheard by them as they are being pulled to go under the scalpel.

"Lord Harbinger! We have uncovered the girl!" Reported another that just arrived. And now the real fun begins.

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Back at his home there you are, resisting Pantalone's kindness when he's trying to be patient with you. Each time returning with a gift covered in gilt. And declined once again. He's just as ruthless as he is merciful to you.

" If you love that vulgar job so much, then I'll be obliged to satisfy you in your needs…"

" Oh, come on… you could do better than that.."

"Look at you… So filthy, whoring yourself out like that...I can't believe you were manipulated into agreeing with those dunces."

Whispering those into your ear as you were chained and gagged to the bed. "My lovely, little angel, don't worry. I'll take good care of you this time. Don't give me that talk about being selfless, they're abusing it…" he ran his fingers through your hair.

" Be a good little munchkin for me instead, sing all those songs when we're young…" it's probably best for you to do as he says.

You had become his security blanket, the only thing besides money that can brighten his day. It's not complete if he didn't wrap your body up in a blanket and cuddle you.

If you did return his feelings, perhaps he'll let you out of the chains occasionally. That goes for accepting gifts from him. You must welcome it with open arms and display it upon your body for him to see. Only you would see that genuine smile on that face when he brushed your hair.

The obsession in his eyes grew darker with time. Mumbling how you don't need to lift a finger anymore for anyone. Just let him be the brains for both of you, and you just sit pretty like a doll for him.

Even after that there is one fear that hasn't been quelled within him. What if you found a way to revolt? What would he do to satiate your needs?

Thinking back, that flower you gave him had allowed him to befriend an alchemist, a pill was given after he shared his sob story.

"Fret not friend, for this is the solution you seek of.. have your friend consume it and then she is all yours until death."

Oh, to use or not to use. It all depends on how you behave, either comply willingly or comply forcefully. Either way, he doesn't want to hurt you. But if it's the betterment to get you to stay in his arms, he doesn't seem to have a reason to be guilty about.

"Dear… open your mouth." You didn't as he tried to push the pill in your lips, hands tried to push him away but felt weak since you tried to boycott by not eating.

"It's for your own good, you'll feel better once you eat it… EAT IT. " Pantalone threatens his darling angel to open her mouth by squeezing her cheeks, tossing the pill in your lips before kissing your lips to force the petite maiden to submission.

Moans escaped your mouth as hands gripped on his back, panting as your body felt sweaty. A black pill like size appeared on your ear. Whispering temptations into your ear and slowly bending to the greedy will of his.

Continuing his kisses down to your collar bone, giving love marks all over your body. For some odd reason it felt warm, light touches are enough to make your vision spin around.

"Ha..! Please… " Some drool dribbled down your chin. Your hands looped over his head pulling him closer to your chest.

"Mm, of course my little angel. Anything for you. Go on. Sing my little angel! "

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For some odd reason I feel quite unsatisfied with this. Or am I just being too harsh?

[astral-nautical]

suckening liveblog bc i dont wanna spam my friends lol

spoilers ahead!!!!!!!!!!!! going to put all of episode 1 in one post :O

i didnt expect emizel to be pronounced tht way tbh!! em-ee-zel...i expected emi-zel if tht makes Any sense

oh emizel got daddy issues? sad. wait he runs a GANG?

the arts fucking insane dude im so happy they worked w so many people for this

oh hello soda :O bro has some transgender energy already like. who dresses themselves in stuff w their name on it if not someone who picked their own name?

GANG WAR,? i love emizel i dont know if this is the rightr vibe or not but hes giving me 'punk kid whose pretending to be in a gang' and i love him for it

smash bros commentary is so funny omg

oohhh vampire time soon???? fangs gonna BITE

'sometimes i just say shit and idk what it means' SAME SODA.

ohhhhh nooo this is not gooooood. oh em ur getting fucked uppp

FIRST COMBAT WOOOOO omg the music is fucing phenomenal i love u nathan hanover

oh my god this is fuckjign insane NO SODAAAAAAAAAAA

ayo ? kiss time ig. NAHHHHH BITE TIME

wat the fuuuuuuck What the fuuuuuck LMAO FUCK DOUBLE BITE??????? CHOMP CHOMP MOTHERFUCKER

FRENZY CHECK??????? oh here we go dude vampire timeee

so emizels fucked. ANYWAYS ROMANIA

bizlys character art looks like hes abt to cry lmao. sad little twink

im so fond of this guy and hehasnt even talked? hes so funny. why are you so well dressed AYO EYESHADOW?

SHILO IS SO FUNNY I LOVE HIM? oh no his accent is so cute. cute as in like a stuffed animal is cute not like attraction. im aroace

is shilo like? rapunzel? is he not allowed to leave his room ?

hes so funny im so fucking endeared omg

"WHAT DOES A VAMPIRE KNOW ABOUT FENCING?"

oh he IS rapunzel he's never met a mortal!! why is his mother never letting him out :O

oh....he wants a book on birds :,) he wants to read abt pheasants....

HE WANTS A PET PHESSANT I AM GOING TO START CRYING

shilo is a manipulative little BASTARD i love him he can do no wrong in my eyes forever and always. my wet and pathetic cat that i hold so dearly

ohh curious boy curious boy...doing this he should Not b

oh fuck shilo's mom so much i have a bad feeling abt her alreadyyyyy

my bbg...run away flee this place get OUT god i fucking hate his mother she caused him so much shame he's frenzying :((((

'both of you will take me to the darkened door, or i Will Scream." shilo you are my favourite forever and ever

ARTHUR.......OH HIS DESIGN IS COOL AS FUCK

kitty kitty cat :O give me their name rnv ITS A GIRL oh the little kityt noises im going to pass away

void...is she smarter than arthur lmao?

FUCLFUCKFUCK COWBOY VAMPIRE IM SHITTING MYSELFNSJFDJS

arthurs so cool hes like if rumi had a goth phase

fucking What is arthurs deal whts he looking for here. hello

SHILOAPPEARING IN THE AUTO SHOP IM GONNA LOSE IT. GUARD HELP THERE IS OIL ON MYHANDS Who is that.

"i believe in you. you are my special boy<3" shilo is such an asshole i adore him

emizel is here :O the trio are meeting up lets gooo

how did i COMPLETELY miss arthur can control shadows what the FUCK. what the HELL. ARMS OF THE ABYSS?

THE SHOEHSHFJAKGK

"i ask of you to calm down" "...i flick my other shoe at him."

"GREFGOR WE HAVE TO GO EVEYYONEW IS BIG AND TRYING TIO KILL EACH OTHER :(" shilo i adore you.

"uh. Pretend i am dead." (collapses)

this is beyond fucking funny. emi and arthur sorting themselves out while shilo has a panic attack and fakes being dead like a fucking possum

NAH THEY END THE EP THERE? THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY GOODBYE

in conclusion shilo is my newest bbg and my discord server profile is already fanart of him. god bless

[monkeymelly]

Hey!💞 i know you said you’re really bad at writing😭 but i was wondering if you could do a mean!mike wheeler x f!reader i doesn’t have to be very long but could you a reader gets bullied by him she kinda likes it he notices. you can go on with the rest😅 you don't have to reply its just theres like 0 mikey writers

experiment

Hiiii ill do what i can doll love your idea

also this was rlly rushed idk wht im doingggg

Warnings:smut oral f receiving fingering lmk if theres more💞

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Mike wheeler was different from the others.

you were one of the prettiest most popular girls in the school you could pull the whole basketball team if you wanted you didnt even need to try.

Except for mike. He was the most horribly infuriating person you had ever met.he would have a mean comment mo matter what. you got a good test score? you fucked the teacher. you got a answer wrong? bimbo whore there was no winning with him occasionally he'd pull on the straps of your bra and flick it on your skin to get you attention and compliment your outfit or your stationary. weather he was degrading your intelligence or objectifying you his attention was all you needed.

Your little challenge turned into a tiny crush when allyour older friends would talk about what them and thier boyfriends would do to eachother youd think about doing them with mike his long fingers stroking your hair wrapping your neck or deep inside of you all the other boys were merely play things but in your head mike was already yours.

fortunately you were failing one of your sience classes and mike was assigned your tutor so you invited him over yours, he was surpisingly smart for being such a "badboy outcast"

The doorbell rang and you practically hopped downstairs from your room to open the door leading him into your room.

"ok what are we starting with sir" you say jokinly "sir?" looking quite shocked "you are teaching me arent you?" cocking your head to the side "oh yeah sure" he responds absentmindedly. you guys carry on studying the atmosophere becoming more jokey and comfortable over time talking about popular people in your school -mostly you gossiping about all the shitty things youe friends do to his- untill your ability to never shut the fuck up got the best of you "ya'know you could be pretty popular if u didnt hang out with those guys," which was already a bad start, "probably runs in the family getting in with the wrong crowd i mean look at nancy for examp-" from the moment you said his older sisters name hes mood changed his hand grabbed your jaw and sweezed your cheeks together "watch your fucking mouth stupid bimbo slut." his brows are furrowed and hes got that signature annoyed mike look on his face sending shockwaves directly to your puffy pussy just feeling his presence gets you riled up "yes sir sorry sir-uh-mikey" you mutter he laughs in your face "no way!" his perfect lips spreading into boyish grin "you fucking liked that!" freeing your jaw from his grip "no i didnt stupid" his hand slithers under your skirt and grabs your clothed cunt the hole gapes around his fingers as he rubs a soft sigh escaping your mouth.

He slips his hand under the elastic waist band, tracing circles on your clit. "Is this ok, princess?" he whispers. You nod quickly, letting out what you think was a whimper. He flips your skirt up, pulling your perfect panties to the side, almost hypnotized by your pretty pussy. "Fuck," he groans. "Look at you, you're soaking." His fingers sloppily slide over your slit, making you clench on nothing. "Please," you beg breathlessly. He pauses , halting his movements. "Ah ah ah, baby-" you imterupt him swiftly correcting yourself "sir, please sir touch me need it so bad" He licks a strip im between your folds "anything for my girl" swirling his tounge around your clit sucking and slurping your hand sits in his hair pulling he groans against your cunt sliping a finger your little uh uh's egging him on "please sir just one-one more,fuck its so good, one more finger daddy" he laughs deeply "we switching up our names now slut? thought you'd be looser than this since youve fucked the whole basket ball team." he adds another didget curling his fingers deep into you "nuh uh sir they lie i promise daddy your my first." he can tell shes close buy how tight shes clenching his didgits her words are coming out wrong and her legs start to shake a lil you let out a pornographic cry and mike coerces you through your orgasm sucks hes fingers when hes done making sure to get every last bit of your juices he cleans you up and you snuggle for abit untill he has to go but before he leaves he spins around says "next time im gonna make you squirt, n thats a promise."

lets just say your definitely passing biolgy.

i couldnt b bothered to correct this so srry for the spelling mistakes