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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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It's not a request, but rather an idea that you might write about one day. Sorry if I'm too heavy with Lyle, but I LOVE him😩 The idea is Things Lyle would do during Y/N's menstrual period. Sorry if what I write below makes you feel uncomfortable, I know that for some people menstruation is still a taboo subject.

I have a stupid headcanon that Lyle has no problem fucking a reader during his term.

Sorry for my bad english, it's not my native language.

Eeeeeee! I love! Yes I can imagine Lyle as a 'nope don't care still horny' kinda guy. Doesn't even bother with a towel.

Warnings: mentions of periods, blood, sex whilst on period, oral while reader is on their period (female receiving)

AFABreader x Lyle (Recom and human)

Human!Lyle!

He doesn't notice right away. Kissing you good morning as normal before getting ready. It's not until your cursing in the bathroom that he realizes. He's behind you in the mirror, arms circled around your waist and rocking with you.

"Don't worry about it babe, nothing a little wash won't fix." He jests, kissing your neck and along your shoulder.

"Lyle, please my heads pounding" You grumble, rubbing your temple. With a last peck he shifts to cabinet handing you the painkillers before stepping out to finish getting ready.

All day he thinks about you. Barely acknowledging Auestine's insults as he follows her scientists through the forest. He wants to do something nice for you. It's his first month as your boyfriend and he wants to make you feel special, especially if your feeling crap.

When Lyle gets back to the base his first thought is to find you, though he makes a quick detour. Heading back to your shared room he gives a quick knock before sauntering in.

Your frown immediately lifts when you see him. Beautiful flowers under one arm and dinner in his other. Lyle's mother and sisters were never shy about explaining what was going on every month so he likes to think he knows what to do.

Lyle is affectionate all through your shared meal but he's disappointed when you shift away. His leg rubbing against yours under the table, you sit cross-legged. Then he rests his hand on yours but soon after you take it back fixing your hair but not returning it.

He stews until your getting changed with your back to him, that's the final straw for him. You never shy away like this. He comes up behind you again, hands circling you to pull your back against him.

"What's wrong baby?" He whispers against your skin. You squirm a little before settling against him.

"I feel gross." You admit. The words hanging heavy in the air before Lyle turns you to him. His face shows all the desire he's always shown you. His fingers curl under your chin, lifting your face to his. He says nothing but the want in his kiss elevates your apprehension.

His hands lower, caressing down your sides. He stops at your chest to feel your breast before dipping lower to grip your hips. Lyle smiles against your lips, tugging you against him. You gasp at the sudden movement, feeling his desire hard, outlined against his pants.

With a growl he lifts you up, tossing you back against the bed. You yelp, laughing as he eyes you up. He grins down before crawling up to hover above you.

Then his mouth is on yours again, trailing away to kiss your jaw as a hand slips into your pants. You grip his wrist a second, stilling his fingers just grazing your folds.

"You sure?" You ask, suddenly feeling ashamed again. Lyle withdraws his hand and you feel cold. A sting of rejection as he draws his fingers up. You're just about to roll away when the blood tipped digits are placed in his mouth. You gape at him but he just smirks.

"Gonna take a lot more than a little blood to put me off buttercup!" he boasts. You feel your cheeks burn but Lyle just laughs before diving back down. His finger presses lazy circles against your clit as he sucks dark love bites against your neck. You moan, hips bucking against his hand, your core clenching desperate to feel him.

"Lyle..." You moan out, waves of pleasure making it harder to speak. "Please Lyle..." You whimper gripping at his bulging biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you can to ground yourself.

"Come on babe, use your words." He teased but he caught your meaning, already shifting to unbuckle his belt. Honestly you were so glad he could read you so well. You weren't sure you'd have been able to croak out how much you wanted him to fill you up right now.

Lyle hooked his fingers under your waist band, you freeze. Still worried he'll be put off but he's anything but. Fingers returning to gently tease your core. He admires the way your muscles tense, walls fluttering around nothing.

You reach your legs up, using your heals to tug him closer to you. He smirks down, running his fingers up to your clit again. He rolls the sensitive bud with his thumb, your back arching up.

"Eager are we? Don't worry, I know a cock hungry pussy when I see one." He mocks, before pressing a finger in. You groan at the sensation but you want more. Lyle gives you it, adding another finger before curling inside drawing more wanton moans from you.

"Good girl." He praises, thumb rubbing circles with his rhythm. You feel the knot tightening in your core. Your mind fogging with the familiar build up before his fingers retreat. You whine at the loss, bucking up to try and chase the friction.

Lyle holds his cock, teasing the head over your clit and at your core. He runs his hand up your chest to your breast, teasing the nipple in his fingers. Then in a quick motion he buries himself to the hilt. You cry out, the stretch far better than his hand.

He pulls almost completely out, slowly, before snapping his hips against yours. Then he's pounding against you, lewd wet noises filling the air as your walls clench around him. He hisses, hand coming up to your throat and holding your neck. The other circles your clit, bringing the climax closer again.

His rhythm stutters, his strokes becoming sloppy. Lyle's groaning above you, praises stumbling out his lips as he buries himself deeply. You feel yourself getting close, the motion on your bud never slowing even as Lyle cums inside you. He moans loud in your ear, nipping the skin.

"Come on baby, cum on my cock." He whispers in your ear, voice low and breathy. You reach your tipping point, walls fluttering around him still deep inside you. You cry out, chanting his name over and over as he rides out your orgasm.

In the breathy aftermath he kisses you lazily, cooing at your messy state.

"Round two in the shower?"

Recom!Lyle time!

He smells it the moment he awakes. In fact he thinks it might just have been the reason. In a brief moment he panics, sitting and shifting you up off your resting place on his chest. He thinks your injured but then the smell isn't right.

Lyle's a quick guy though realizing as you slowly wake what's happening. You grumble, feeling groggy but are glad he noticed before you ruined the sheets.

You swear his large hand against your abdomen is better than any hot water bottle. His hand rests there as you cuddle up in his lap to watch movies. Lyle's called you both off work today, deciding that you both deserve a break.

He doesn't leave your side, except for bringing over snacks and popcorn. He's intoxicating, you struggle to keep your hands off him on a good day. Hormones to blame you suppose as your proximity only drives your desire.

Lyle feels it too, the fresh scent of your arousal has him craving you before the first movie is at the credits. Its easy done, his fingers tipping lower on your stomach. You notice his shift, feeling him harden under your lap. You tease him, grinding your hip against him, all under the guise of just shifting your weight. Lyle stifles a groans against your neck, trying to play it cool.

A wicked idea crosses your mind. You jump off him, his hand pulled away from its journey down. He grumbles, reaching for you but you skip away.

"Out of popcorn!" You chirp, enjoying the way his eyes darken. Your in for it now, you've started the game. Still you strut your way over to the kitchen, feeling his eyes watching your swaying hips. Cat and mouse, you love when he gives chase.

You hum to yourself as the popcorn bag spins, the whirring of the microwave masking Lyle's footsteps. You lean against the counter on your elbows, ass sticking out behind you. In the glass reflection you see him approach behind you.

Lyle plasters himself against you, leaning his chest down over your arching back. His cock presses hard into the curve of your ass as he reaches past you for a bowl. You wiggle your hips against him a moment before he bucks you forward.

You squeal, his lips pressing against your neck, hands coming back to hold your hips against him.

"You know buttercup... I think I'm craving something else." You feel his fanged teeth nip your skin and groan. Lyle pulls back suddenly, you whine at the loss of heat, turning to frown up at him.

Before you can speak he's slipped your pants down and picks you up, sitting you on the counter. It cold tile hits your ass and you gasp. Lyle captures your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hands pull your shirt up.

You lift your arms, letting him tug the garment off. He takes a second to admire you before diving lower. He nips your chest, sucking a nipple in to roll between his dull teeth. You whine, your hands kneading into his shoulders.

Lyle's hands trail down as he leaves love bites littered across your chest. Gripping your hips before sliding down to your knees. Lyle tugs them apart, face pulling back to look at you. You stare back, eyes half lidded, lips puffy and flushed.

He smirks, licking his lips before he dives down. His tongue swiping a line up from core to clit. You groan, bucking forward but his hands grip your hip, stilling you as he swipes another line.

You whine out his name before he sucks at your sensitive bud. The nerves electric as your moans fill the room. Each flick of his tongue causing your core to tighten. He slides lower, tongue exploring inside whilst his nose bumps against your clit.

His squeezes the flesh of your hip as you rock against him, the friction of his nose sending delicious pleasure through you. He's lapping you up like he was starving, eager motions drawing you closer and closer to climax.

You slide a hand across his head, tugging him closer into you. His hands on your hips doing the same, muffled groans from him as he drinks you in.

You wrap his queue around your hand at its base, tugging the sensitive cord within. You feel the vibrations of his growl against you, tipping you over the edge. He is relentless, pulling you through your high and drawing out a second moments later. Your incoherent moaned sentences falling on death ears. The man's too pussy drunk to listen, desperate for a third. Your head lulling back against the cupboards, over stimulated and blissed out.

The third wave of pleasure has you seeing stars and your pulling him up from the hyper sensitive skin. Sweat shines against your skin, your breathing labored. You tug his bloody lips to yours, its going to be a long week.

#lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #avatar imagine #recoms #my fics #asks #period sex #recom lyle x reader

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thatanimeramenchick · 9 months

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Yandere DOL Headcannons

So, I've been cursed by Tumblr. Thanks to you degenerates I now know about the existence of Degrees of Lewdity, and just spent the last two or three weeks of my life completely devoted to binge playing it. While I do have MAJOR problems with how um... "broad" some of the "fetishes" get I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it was a fun game. (And yes, I know you can turn them off, but why the frick is some of that crap even an option???? Just no. Right to prison.)

Anyway, this trashfire game is getting added to my list of things I now write for. So ask away for headcannons. All normal rules apply. Decided to write some yandere headcannons for non-love interest characters.

EDIT: Honestly, I don't think I'll be writing anything else for this game. I've had a dry spell with it and looking back I can't believe I even played it. 😅 Yes, I was playing Vanilla mode basically, but still, I just... I can't people. So no, I'm not doing request for this. My good girl guilt is too strong. I'm still not ready to delete this though?

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Briar

It would take a lot for someone to catch their attention. They've seen and done most everything, so you would really have to stand out in both appearance and personality to draw them in.

They like to have other people do their dirty work for them. They pay their goons to stalk you throughout the city and take pictures of you. Security is also there to keep the town pervs off of you. If you’re employed by them, they may have your fellow workers dig up information on you by rooting through your stuff in the dressing room or befriending you. When they finally do decide they has to have you, they may have their employees yank you into their car or office for a “friendly chat” so that you two can come to a sort of agreement on what kind of relationship he wants from you. Will sugarcoat it to look like just a business deal, but there’s a much more possessive motive behind it.

How they treat and interact with you if you reject them will be greatly affected by whether you are working for them or not. If you are, they are not above using some real nasty methods to keep you under their thumb, such as threatening to repeatedly have you pimped out against your will until you learn to be more obedient. If you’re not a sex worker or if you’re a virgin, they may simply pay to have a gang rough you up a bit as opposed to having them rape you, though they’ll make sure they leave a threatening message that one of your close friends may be on the receiving end of that treatment if you don’t come to them. Oh, and they are not playing. They have absolutely no qualms with carrying out their threats.

Leighton

I literally hate this man on a deep, personal level.

If you’re a student, they will have all kinds of excuses made to have you sent to their office. If you’re a delinquent this will be easy, but I see Leighton liking to take advantage of an innocent student, because that’s the kind of pile of human bile and horesecrap that he is. They would have you drawn in by either inventing reasons for you to need detention and discipline or wanting to “make sure you’re ok” because they supposedly heard your home life was difficult or that you weren’t feeling well. May want to give you “personal” health inspections.

With their camera fetish they’re going to want lots of pictures of you in every possible state. May also request “special” videos of you. If you have agreed and ever want to stop, it really sucks to be you, because they’ll threaten to release them if you aren’t obedient.

If you show any interest in a fellow student, they will make sure to pull them aside for "discipline" as well, and may even have you join in. They're perfectly fine with a threesome as long at the end of the day you realize your theirs.

Remy

I hate to burst ya’ll’s perverted bubbles, but I don’t think Remy would do the cow treatment with their love interest. They look at the player as cattle when they buy them and treat them as such. While they may have a certain “special interest” in tending to you, at the end of the day, you’re a cow, and they are not screwing a cow.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Their personality is extremely domineering and if they want something, they have made it clear throughout the course of the game that they get it. They will use and even take sadistic glee to an extent in using force to get what they want, as is shown in how they ransacks Alex’s farm and how they whips the player with joy when they refuse to plow. So if they have their eyes on a someone, they are getting them and taming them into submission. I just don’t think it would be through the cow treatment.

May try to woo you the more traditional way, using their riches and personality to try to win you over. If that doesn’t work though, some sabotaging your current love life and manipulating your financial situation by pulling some strings with your housing and job. If all else fails, maybe some threatening your loved ones will work. Don’t want everyone you love and care about lives being utterly ruined? They want you. Doesn’t really want to kidnap you if they don't have to, but they are not above it if things you are being a real brat or don’t really have anyone they can threaten you with.

After you either submit into entering a relationship or they abduct you, they use the carrot and stick method. Being bad gets you punished in various ways and revoking privileges, while being good has them treating you kinder and letting you do things you enjoy. They still keep you on a really tight leash though.

#I hate myself #dol #degrees of lewdity #briar the brothel owner #leighton the headmaster #remy the farmer #ya'll are a bunch of degenerates I swear

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somehhuuuhh · 2 months

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Some old stuff (drawings, animation, ect)

I'm going to yap about it alot and there's going to alot of old art so yea

(Tw- wounds, slightly suggestive???)

Some Swap outfits 🩵

The one on the left👈, I was thinking about what would swap wear sometimes as a casual outfit and also I was thinking about classiccherryberry (classic x fell x swap). I got the outfit idea from an outfit from Pinterest sadly I deleted the reference so yea sorry

The one on the right 👉, it's him as a mafia. At least I was trying to make him look like a mafia. I got the idea from a classiccherryberry art that they were mafias and it was a ploy thing which I really love. (Sadly I can't find the artwork fr some reason but if I find it I'm going to edit it in) oh and in that artwork Swap had this tattoo on he's arm and I was trying to do in my art but it looks like crap...

Sans undertale drawings :D

On the left 👈 again me thinking of classiccherryberry but i was also thinking of another outfit that he could wear with his boyfriends and OF COURSE I HAVE TO MAKE HIM CHUBBY!!! Like look at him you can not tell me that he gives the best hugs ever >:T

On the right 👉 I was just experimenting on my artstyle after seeing a TikTok video where they use a cartoon artstyle and they use dots as eyes and I thought it was pretty cute. You can clearly see that it didn't work out for me but still a cute artstyle

Some random headshots

There's not much to say they just random drawings of some characters

For the lust one I was just trying to find a design to them. I love to think they wear lipstick even though they don't have lips. They are just silly like that

For the Horror drawing....um is he scary? I tried to make him scary I think

Blueberror!!! Man i love that dude. I should draw him more...

Passive Nightmare is just so sad so I drew him beaten up and sad. Gosh this dude needs a break, he just six!!! For the love of God. If anybody hurt him I'm start my villain arc

I redrew this one frame from the original comic of Horrortale and it was Horror Papyrus. I like the horror Papyrus he needs more love

🐈Cat break🐈

(=^･ω･^=)

I love cats :3

I also love Inkmare :D

I keep seeing inkmare as yuri and it's adorable so I wanted to doodle them. I didn't really have an idea but I thought why not have Ink annoyed Nightmare. Ink is touching Nightmare boob's to annoyed her :D

Nightmare will probably beat up ink and then make out ʕ ◕ᴥ◕ ʔ

Yay a random animation

This animation that I will never finish. It was supposed to a animation meme where my sonq and my ocd with a Gravity Falls audio behind. Idk I just lost the movation to finish it

A dusttale comic kinda

For some reason I didn't give him any dislodge. Just pretend he's saying the most insane thing from a broken man OKAY. Idk why I didn't add anything, ig I couldn't figure out what would he say to Napstablook

So like the idea of this comic is that Napstablook is probably the only one that's alive because he's a ghost and stuff. This where dust finally defeated the human where they won't come back. Eventually Napstablook will notice that everyone is gone, they will wander around trying to find someone until they find Sans. I like to think that before Sans committed Genocide they at least know each. Napstablook was somewhat happy but still knew some was up especially since Sans being covered in dust.

Dust of course attack them but it isn't very effective cuz he's a ghost. Napstablook didn't really want to attack Sans, he's makes music not a fighter. So he give Sans mercy until Sans give mercy back and have mental breakdown...yay good ending kinda

For a bad ending Napstablook fight back and Sans gets very injured and Nightmare just comes out of nowhere and take Sans soooooo good ending for Sans just bad ending for Napstablook because they all alone.....so yea sad

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shallowseeker · 1 year

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hello! i have a cas question for you today

do you think cas values monster or half human lives? we know he cares about human lives sometimes, and besides jack and jesse turner i cant remember another half breed cas is in contact with in the series (i could be wrong its been a bit).

early seasons i would hesitate to say either way, he did what he had to do for his end goal.

later seasons im drawing blank because fundementally this is still the same character, sure he has more respect for life but does it extend to not fully human ones?

jack has been the exception but it probably helped that he had heavenly parentage (even if it is lucifer)

Oh, no. What a difficult question. I don't know! Or, I don't have words for it, anyway. I guess, let's ramble about it, then? Maybe something will come of it or someone else can chime in...

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DOES CAS VALUE MONSTER AND HALF-HUMAN LIVES? On the whole, I think no-ish. (But happy to be challenged on this?)

Broadly, I think he values human lives in a very chivalrous way, and I think he values angel lives in a very egalitarian, punching-up sort of way. (He'll do what he can to help them, but they're fair game when it comes to killing.)

I think hybrids live in a liminal space depending on whether he views them as more human-oriented or more predator-oriented. Jesse Turner was an active threat to humans, but Jane the Nephilim was viewed more neutrally, as an expendable innocent.

Even with Jack, Cas emphasizes his human qualities and pushes him to human media and toys and the "softer," human hunting way of warrior life. (Ironically, despite Cas's best intentions, Jack gets wrapped up in angelic civil war at just six months old!)

Cas seems to freak out when Jack edges closer to being purely celestial/soulless. Part of that is because Jack seems to die when unbalanced one way or the other (Byzantium). But part of it is that Cas is uncomfortable with his own brutality as well as the brutality of his angelic brethren, and I suspect that he doesn't want Jack to embody the worst parts of himself.

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THE LOCUS OF MORALITY IS HUMANITY I hinted at this before, but I actually don't view Cas as much of a morally relative dude. Typically, he doesn't even indulge in moral relativism. He's far too pragmatic most of the time...

(Compare this to Sam, who seems to enjoy the academic exercise of troubling himself over morality. He seesaws into moral relativism on many occasions.)

Cas served Heaven for millennia but allegedly was the spanner who always tended to favor protecting humanity. Ergo, I think his morality is naturally more human-centric. He likes humanity. (He didn't just rebel for Dean. It was about his pre-existing values. He's the human-oriented spanner.)

CAS: Well, perhaps I've been down here with them for too long. There's seemingly nothing but chaos. But not all bad comes from it. Art. Hope. Love. Dreams.

In terms of the cosmic hierarchy, maybe Jody Mills was right to get prickly about Cas's natural chivalry. Cas actually is, cosmically speaking, a "women and children first," kinda guy.

I love the idea that Jody and Cas would butt heads because she doesn't hesitate to push against his lone-wolf crap.

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HUMANITY ON A PEDESTAL? Anyway, because of this, we see Cas putting humanity on a pedestal a lil' bit. Like humanity is his "Don Quixote's Columbine," maybe. But there's a glimmer of de-idealization in later seasons, and he seems wholly aware that he's chosen to center his human family due to his own desires.

Even Dean seems aware of a family-first mentality, which is why he threatens Kaia in 13x09 and why Cas brain-melts Donatello in 13x14. They're actually moving in sync, even though they both know it's ethically gray. Dean's discomfort, I think, even for his own actions, comes out by being prickly with Cas re:ethics.

Devil's Bargain 13x13:

CAS: Right now, all that matters is getting Jack and your mother out of that place.

Cas shows he's aware of and comfy with morally centering his human family in 13x22 Exodus. I don't think he's flying blind, either. I think he's thought about the implications of his allegiance re:ethics. It's as he tells Claire in season 10, "There is no righteous path."

AW-CASTIEL: You align yourself with the h-humans. CAS: I vastly prefer them to angels. AW-CASTIEL: Don’t think that you are better than me. Well, we are the same. CAS: Yes. We are.

And that's a big theme with SPN as a series--the horror of recognizing yourself in the Other, whether that's the Enemy or your Adversary or even your Food Source. But with regards to Cas, you sort of hope he sees you as family...and not the pig to be comforted and slaughtered (season 7).

Likewise, Jack as an entity is uncomfortable. As he grows into his powers, he moves further from his human family, at least in terms of the cosmic hierarchy. It's what AU Michael was crooning about in 14x09 The Spear.

AU MICHAEL: Your loyalty to Castiel, the Winchesters, the rest of humanity? It will fade. And so will the minor differences -- angel armies versus monster armies, this Kansas City or that Kansas City, one world from another -- they'll fade, too.

In 14x15 Peace of Mind, Jack insists the snake isn't hungry, but really it's because it's probably just uncomfortable to watch snakes eat mice.

That's why he's trying to feed two cute lil white mice to Felix the snake... (Motif-> "Sam and Dean being fed to a celestial.") It's why, "I don't think you have a good handle on what snakes eat." It's why Dean is playing Mouse Trap in Game Night 14x17.

It's why the weapon Chuck shoves at Dean is named the Equalizer. Dean and Jack naturally exist on different power scales, and it's uncomfortable and tragic and cruel!

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CAS + DE-IDEALIZATION I think there's this fanon tendency to view Cas as some kind of delicate flower who's been lured into siding with humanity. But along with the stuff above, I just don't see it that way. Cas is pretty pragmatic about his motivations.

He's trying to live with the family he wants, to the point of creating sufficient cause to do so (raising Jack), and he's trying to keep Heaven on tap as a power source to bully his way into whenever he needs it.

This is how Kelvin pitches getting back into Heaven's graces in season 12, actually! He tells Cas to imagine "coming and going as he pleases," and having "all the might of Heaven waiting in the wings."

(I think too of that poor drunken angel he throws around in 14x19, lol).

Here are some de-idealization conversations I like that involve Cas:

14x14 Ouroboros:

CAS: Maybe we're wrong and -- and this isn't a monster at all. Maybe this is just a deranged person who's been getting lucky. JACK: Anyone who could do this is a monster. I mean, even if they're human. DEAN: Kid's not wrong.

15x15 Gimme Shelter:

JACK: Sam was right. It's not a monster. (Jack puts the shovel into the back of the truck.) CASTIEL: Well, he has half right. Sometimes humans can be the worst kind of monsters. JACK: Yeah, but it's kind of not our thing. Guess we should just go back to the bunker and do nothing while we wait for Sam and Dean. (He telegraphs disappointment, hoping Cas will feel sorry for him.) CASTIEL: No. No, we're gonna stay. We can help. (Jack smiles.)

And 15x18 Despair, where he finally turns away from the idea of Jack's Big Destiny:

CASTIEL: We don't care about you because you're useful or because you fit into some grand design. We care about you because you're you.

It's nice. Cas isn't a simple dude.

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WHY IS JACK AN EXCEPTION? But yes, you're right that Jack is an exception for Cas. I think we can all see that. But is that due to Jack's hybrid status?

Kinda, I think? Maybe a little bit, but...how do I put this? I don't think propping up Jack is a moral stance. It feels more like a personal one.

Jack represents an angelic force with all the bells and whistles of the "gentler" humanity. It represents Cas's romanticized self. Cas wants to be human but isn't. Jack can be like Cas but be allowed to dwell within the human world and experience his own emotions without being stymied by and giving into "angelic brutality."

So, Jack.

Jack represents an idealized future for Cas, too. Jack is a sufficiently Holy, Earth-bound cause, giving Cas a solid excuse to stay bedded down with his chosen human family.

When Cas talks about Jack, he talks a lot about his promise to Kelly. There's guilt there, for sure. It was his springing of Lucifer from jail that resulted in Kelly being preyed upon.

I honestly think Jack is really, really complicated and multi-faceted for Cas. If you scroll down to this bottom part of my original SPN parenting meta, "Cas loves Jack, but Jack is a good excuse," I talk more about why I feel that way. (WARNING: It's long. You have to scroll a looot.) /// When he's not being lobotomized by Heaven, Cas tends to put his loyalties where his "seflish" love is, even if that results in the killing of innocents like Jane the Nephilim and Rowena's Oskar.

CASTIEL: But she didn't choose to be a Nephilim, so she's innocent. METATRON: Yes, she is. I told you it wasn't gonna be easy. But if you want to do this, Castiel, if you really want to do this, you got to ask yourself what's more important – her life or your family?

#asks #hard asks #cas stuff #rambling answers

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drawthething · 1 year

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Welcome to DTT's gallery of useless text posts because I'm in the post-exam mood and bored!Today we shall discuss about:

"Obvious ways to NOT get scammed when opening commissions"

Now if you're a smart and capable human who's already so good at being an adult then you might not need these advices. But if you're kinda gullible and young and eat instant noodles for dinner sometimes like me, this post might be for you!

1. "You're up for commissions? DM me!"

See, these jerks probably follow the #commission tag on insta to find their easy target. You have the comm sheet right there clear as daylight and they STILL ask this thing in your post's comments. And they don't even want to DM you, YOU DM THEM! Absolutely horrible commission etiquette! I think it's best to ignore these comments even if you're not sure about their intentions.

2. Random acc with 2 posts and 200+ followers casually walks up to your DMs and says: "Will you draw my pet for 200$??"

Suuuper basic tactics for scammers to initiate their hustle. They're just soooo basic and soooo boring they can't come up with anything else for you to draw they HAVE to be like "I don't give a damn about what you usually do or what weird fandom hyperfixation pills you're on but here's an easy-to come-up-with art idea!". And a fricking fortune for pets portraits?? Come on.

Yes, check the account too if you smell something fishy. Even if it's profile is an innocent old looking lady who seems really rude at texting for some reasons, it's worth being cautious about.

3. "Aww man something's wrong with your PayPal link, can you send me your email name instead?"

Now of course I'm not saying everyone who wants a pet drawing is a scammer. If you're still unsure or see nothing suspicious about the client, feel free to continue the conversation!

But oh noooo, every damn time they seem to have some fricking issue with your PayPal link! They DEMAND to know your email! Or offer to send the payment in some really vague foreign way. Alrighty, no big deal yet, it's not like they want to know your Roblox password or GG search history right? Let's see what might happen next!

4. Nope, no payment sent, but oooo, new email! So fun, let's check!

BAM! An "official" mail from PayPal. Some weird issue occurred and *inserts bullcrap explanation* now you have to like, send them back 500$ out of nowhere! Wait, what?!

Calm down, don't do anything yet (even if the "client" is so rudely pressuring you cuz you 'own' them cash now) Go through everything as thorough like it's your life crisis and notice that this email has an embarrassing typo! Perhaps... this is not a PayPal mail? Well no crap! You know exactly who sent it you silly goose! Plus these losers do be using ugly ass fonts amirite? Smh.

5. They're so obviously not interested in your art

Some of these bastards are just so vague about what they want for their art, you know? Instead of going on and on about the details, like do they want it coloured or not, what the artstyle is, yada yada bla bla bla, all they're excited about is getting to the payment part! The fun part of the hustle, yayyyy!! Oh and they're oddly rude and distant in the way they talk sometimes. Unacceptable even for scammers! If you want my money at least be nice!

6. So what do you do with these guys?

Block, delete, report and run!! And if you're still mad at them for lying to you, don't forget to tell those mfs to get a life instead of trying to scam someone who already knows how to make terrible financial decisions!! (it's me, I'm someone)

Pls remember though, don't jump to conclusions early yet. Now you don't want to accidentally block an innocent respectful person, do you? Trust your instincts!

Aaaaand that's all I have! Thank you for reading this nonsense, you truly are a delight! Please be safe, be cautious and be a decent human being who don't try to scam people!

Love ♥️

#just casually bitterly revealing my lore while looking out for other art folks over here #i'm actually surprised to find out that these happen so often to other artists too #and i encountered with my fourth scammer on insta last week sooo #disclaimer i have never lost money because of these scammers before #but yes those bastards have paid visits to my DMs kinda often for some reasons #i should make a calendar for them that'd be fun #commissions

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rudi10001 · 1 year

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Rudi10001's Guide to Designing Realistic Animals

So, drawing animals can be a challenge to some especially for people who still learning how to draw them, well this guide will teach how YOU can draw realistic animals.

NEVER make the legs straight: If you make your animal's legs straight something's wrong with this creature as if it where in permanent pain and suffering because some dumb person decided to stick metal poles in it's legs, remember almost all animal legs bend so please make their legs bend they must have 2 bends at minimum

Here, are all of the different types of leg that an animal can have from left to right, first we have Plantigrade which yeah some animals do have a plantigrade mode of walking us humans are plantigrades, but plantigrady is quite rare in animals because most prefer to be quick to avoid danger, and thus leading to Digitigrades, these animals make up a majority of all land animals because of how efficient it is and these animals differ from plantigrades because they walk on their toes and not their whole foot think your pet cat or dog which are digitigrades. Last but least are Unguligrade animals, think ungulates they are an infamous example of an unguligrade they walk on the very tips of their toes unlike digitigrades and almost all members are herbivores. Though this rule does NOT apply to aquatic creatures as they have fins instead of legs.

2. DO NOT Awesomebro them: Do I need really go into this rule? Awesomebro is usually a term used by dinosaur experts to types of people/media who usually see dinosaurs, rather than normal living animals of prehistoric times, as violent bloodthirsty monsters usually to appeal towards the general audience. Though I think this term can also be used on fictitious animals as well, this usually means shrink-wrapping, the addition of spikes, and sometimes stupidly powerful stuff like stupidly powerful venom that can kill anyone with one bite. Real animals can be just as if not even cooler than these monstrous animals that have their bones exposed and have spikes and kill everything in their path because they are heartless killers, instead of doing normal animal things like sleeping, playing, doing their uh business (that means taking a crap), eating, mating. Not everything in an animal's life is all about fighting to the death there's more of mundane things like I have listed up top, as cool as it is they too are living things. Sorry about that rant that I made

3. ALWAYS make them proportionate: Please DON'T make the animal's head like many times larger than it's body, if you have trouble with a creature's proportions you can always use references, so if you're using a feline creature you can use a cat and other felids as reference when creating it, if you're using a tyrannosaur-like creature you can use real tyrannosaurs as reference. So, you can have the most accurate proportions to an animal, I mean I am BAD at drawing arthropods but I can use reference images of Arthropods to draw an anatomically accurate one.

4. NEVER leave an animal's description as blank: This would make people ask what this animal is related to and what does it eat? This is much worse if they're on a drawing with a still pose so explaining how this animal lived would your viewers context of what their world might look like and the ecosystem they live in.

5. ALWAYS make their colors believable: Animals come in a variety of colors, though all of them are believable to a certain point, so not telling a reason as for why a certain animal of yours is vibrantly colored is like saying a certain creature is classed as something and not explaining why.

Though these rules DO NOT apply to Furries, humanoid creatures, and sapient creatures, as they are more human than animal, so they'll have their own guide. Btw these are for worldbuilding and Spec Evo, so if you just design animal just because you want to you do actually have to follow these rules, but they're there if you want it.

#Animal #worldbuilding #spec evo #speculative evolution #animal design #how to guides

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pekodayz · 1 year

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poopoo aini molly usiuii random lore questions

You are now forced to read about them. my ososan oc hellspawns: aini, molly, and usiuii.....(they grow up so fast..sobs). i used this generator for oc questions. fun lore for shits and giggles!11! uhh haha read under cut...thanks....

How does your oc handle having a crush on someone? Do they have crushes a lot or rarely?

Aini: RARELY. She does not handle them well at all. Will end up shooting you if you try to ask...she misses though. (i-it's not like i like them!!!! b-b[redacted]) Then she goes berserk and denies any sort of crush or warm fuzzy feelings. throwing every single cuss word in the book at u. then she gives up (blushing and stuttering) and sobs, running away and swearing she will find your address and will send the codes to nuke your house. (she doesn't...she sulks away. embarrassed). But she will give try and bribe you to not say anything, might become ur maid for a bit. I think you can tell she has a crush if they are able to subdue her chunibyo-gundere-tsun-delulu personality for a minute. Rendering her stunned and speechless...and normal. Does soften her features (FOR A MOMENT!!!) if she likes someone, don't point it out.

Molly: SOMETIMES. Can handle them...okayish? They don't bring it up, but it's kinda obv is she has a crush on someone. She has a goofy smile on her face, but if you ask them......smile goes away instantly. u know how charas get swirly eyes and steam coming out of their ears. yeah. Then Molly goes mute for a while and just avoids eye contact......then they give u a quirked-up janky grin and begins to leave the scene. They're mumbling under their breath. (100 words a second, sounds like french. (THEY R NOT FRENCH. language will vary.)) She is extra, extra, EXTRA sweet around their crush. Buying them frappes and giving them more hugs....uhh..Molly..you're hugging them too hard. Will give more gifts as well. Don't try and push it...they will break and something magical and evangelical will happen.

Usiuii: RARELY. Can handle them...uh...concealing them. She squints if you bring it up. Then denies it wholeheartedly . denydenydenydenydenydenydenydenydeny. Then they say something completely off-topic. "I'm flaccid." "What?" "What." She would say that she isn't into that "anime" crap. (she's an otaku in secret. what r u on abt, usiuii.) Then would try to change the topic again, she's gripping her knees now. It's drawing blood. Sweating. Eyes twitching. She moves her hand over behind her back, and pulls out her guitar out of thin air. Staring at you. Holds it like a baseball bat, swings it, everything goes black. You wake up and see Usiuii wearing a completely different get up. She looks at you and says, "you wanna go to a maid cafe?" ...she changed the topic again. Why did she change her clothes...

What is your oc like during a conversation? What kind of things do they tend to talk about?

Aini: Uses a lot of emotion, mwahahahas a lot. Even though she is....something...she will listen intently, keen on learning abt things. "You humans are so...peculiar..." "Aini, drop the act already." "SHUT THE HELL UP." She's not THAT mean, she does have a soft spot and will remember details abt you. Don't mention it to her, she'll point the gun at you. She does like talking about people, whether it may be in a positive or negative light. Anddd her unrelenting dream to bring heaven, hell, and earth together. (pipe dream. dont mind her)

Molly: Good listener, soft-spoken...okay well even tho they're a good listener, they can still get a bit distracted. But will immediately apologize and bow a lot, she gets dizzy...oopss. Likes to talk abt whatever show is trending...or just sweets. Bring up any of her interests and they will go on an hour-long spiel. Get comfortable.

Usiuii: Elbows on the table, straight-faced. Listening to you, sending brainwaves to your brain. (I AM LISTENING. KEEP GOING.) Short answers, nods, and eyebrow raises. Likes to talk about otaku things...only to a specific person tho. (gee, [redacted], you really get me...sigh...*looks at them* wanna watch a hentai? ((they both turn it off after 10 minutes))

Does your oc wear/style their clothes in a certain way?

They all have their default clothes and work clothes. Molly likes taking them to the mall to buy new shit. They have many outfits. Thanks Molly.

Does your oc live alone or with others?

Since I want them to be inseparable, (BFFS FOREVER) they live in the same apartment complex. Right. Next. Door. To each other. HEART. They crash at each other's places a lot. Rock, paper, scissors....okay we're going over your house. They usually just do sleepovers 6/7 days of the week. Lots of doordash....and Chibita's every single day ofc.

How many hours of sleep does your oc need in order to function normally?

Aini: NO SLEEP. NONE. she's lying, she needs 7 hours. She gets all tired and groggy and will lean on anyone for a nap. like a baby..nuzzling up and being quiet for once.

Molly: since they work in the office...8 hours. they want to sleep more though, like 10. Constantly drinking frappes keep her up at night tho. It's a problem. (pouring themselves another cup of coffee. she stares at u, smiles nervously)

Usiuii: 4 hours...plays dating sims after midnight. (looks at the shining sunrise thru the window) "ah."

What is something about your oc's appearance others always compliment them on?

Aini: Her hair and teeth.

Molly: Hair and eyes...and their body. (shoots u)

Usiuii: Hair and excessive use of spikes. (teeth sometimes)

Around what time does your oc have lunch? Do they make something themself, or do they get lunch elsewhere?

On work days, Aini and Usiuii just eat around 11AM. They scavenge for whatever snacks that are at their workplace (convenience store) Molly just goes to Mcdonald's around 12:30PM...alone...since...they have to work in corporate...sad...they miss any sort of friends...sobs. She does eat with coworkers sometimes...she sighs solemnly.

Off days, they kinda just go to whatever's close. Or rock paper scissors...winner gets to pick. ok have fun, you freaks.

How far is your oc willing to go in order to keep their friends safe?

They will all kill for their friends btw. Like beasts.

Has your oc ever dyed their hair, and if so, what color? Did they like it?

Aini: Natural, doesn't want to dye her hair. Is scared. Will freak out.

Molly: Dyed it black and brown b4. Blonde with pink. Just straight black. They liked it. But orange is their natural hair color.

Usiuii: Natural hair color is pink. Dyed it some darker shade to seem more natural...and cooler...

What dish can your oc make best?

Aini: can't cook for shit. will order food online. best "dish" was pizza. she bought that.

Molly: Eclairs. Anything pasta or sweet they can make. Can cook anything, actually....uhh....molly...idk where they learned that.

Usiuii: Carbonara. Eat it, and you will ascend to the heavens for 6.6 seconds.

How fast does your oc fall in love?

Aini: slow-burn it. unless something happens like accidental smth smth (accidental ____ or someone she has taken a liking to falls asleep on her) . then it'll pick up a bit. Then she just represses it. Until she looks a mess.

Molly: Kinda quick, but realizes and dials back. Staring longingly at them. She must keep calm.

Usiuii: Unknown. She wakes up one night in a cold sweat, eyes shaking...something happened....what is this feeling...someone kill me...

What is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink?

Aini: Wine. Will take a fruity drink tho.

Molly: Margaritas. Or anything that's sweet.

Usiuii: Sake. (wtf. tryhard) or just beer.

Does your oc believe in love at first sight?

They all say no. Molly was going to say yes...chickened out.

Does your oc have any bad habits, and if so, why? Is it possible for them to stop?

Aini: Repressing. Makes her go insane. 1% chance of stopping

Molly: Caffeine-addict. Tastes too good to resist. Fidgets a lot. NOT STOPPING (latte, coffee, frappe, cap, anything)

Usiuii: Late-night gamer. Doesn't get enough sleep. NOT STOPPING

How good is your oc at giving advice?

Aini only gives good advice when you finally let her guard down. Speaks in a different dialect.

Molly gives good advice...sometimes. When they're nervous, they stutter a bit, but will try.

Usiuii...uh...depends on what the topic is. If it's emotional, she kinda just sideyes u nervously and smiles. (uh.........what.....hah....)

Does your oc prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving, doing something?

Aini: Depends on the mood. If she's ready to be herself, shes up all day. Sometimes she just wants to keep to herself and watch the clouds. rare silence. Then Molly carries her to their next destination.

Molly: Wants to go everywhere, everyday. They will drag you to the mall, any place to eat, the park, the city. They loves doing something. She can't sit still.

Usiuii: Will laze around and gets dragged, MOVE . GET UPPPOPPP

BWAHHHHHH OKAY IM DONE FOR NOW!! That was fun. Will continue this tomorrow. THANK YA FOR READING THIS SUPER LONG LORE. (snaps knuckles and slumps) oughh.

#ppp #my hands hurt. haahahhahahaah #hope you liked part 1 of their lore #(shaky hands holds out hand)#collapses #this is just me rambling. thanks for reading ....AUHASHAS #(lays on soft pile of grass)#hi gorls #hi aini molly usiuii

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dreamy625 · 11 months

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Mystery machine - one-shot

Words: 5140

Content: Halloween shenanigans. For once, a whole-band fic rather than a Steve-specific one. Shout out to the OG Def Leppard Halloween fic: https://defkisshalen.tumblr.com/post/632162929321672704/since-i-cant-draw-for-crap-i-thought-i-might

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“Everyone, this is Susie.”

Susie smiles and gives a little nervous wave at the band members scattered around the lounge area of the bus.

“So, this is Phil.”

The moon is still waxing, so he’s more or less human at this point, but the big grin he gives the newcomer displays some unusually large and pointed teeth. Susie feels the faint vestigial fleeing instinct of an ancient shrew-like ancestor facing an apex predator, but smiles back politely.

“Sav’s already retired to his tank, but this is Gloria, his girlfriend.”

Susie looks to where Joe is pointing but can’t see… “Oh. The… err… fish?”

Gloria swims to the front of her bowl and blows a cloud of bubbles in greeting.

“Right. How do I…?”

“Oh, she can hear you. And you can tap on the glass, but just gently or it gives her a headache. Sav can translate if you wanna chat.”

“Lovely to meet you, Gloria.”

“Of course, you’ve met Steve before,” the pale glowy outline of a slender, long-haired man raises its hand in greeting, “and that’s his better half, Cassie.”

“Hi Susie, welcome to Munster Mansion!”

Joe glances around uncertainly, “And someone’s invisible...”

“...but we don’t know who...” chimes in Phil.

“…because we can’t see them.”

Cassie shakes her head, “It’s Rick. Obviously. They’re just idiots. I think he went out with Kate, but of course you can never be sure.”

“Is Kate invisible too?”

“No, she’s a shapeshifter, so she could be anywhere, or indeed, anything.” Joe laughs, “Just don’t sit down or plug anything into the mains without checking!”

“Uh, useful tip. Noted.”

Cassie notices that poor Susie is looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Come sit here, fellow human.” She pats the seat next to her, “This is definitely just a cushion!”

Gratefully, Susie sits down. “Thanks. It really is lovely to finally meet everyone. I’m just not great with new, err…” she glances at Gloria gliding serenely around in her bowl, “people.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be one of the family in no time.”

“The Addams Family!” chips in Joe, rifling through the fridge for drinks.

“Pretty much!” agrees Cassie laughing. “After all, everyone’s secretly some kind of weirdo deep down, aren’t they?”

“I guess. But you’re not…?”

“Well, I’m a witch. But that’s something I do, not something I am. So yeah, I’m normal.”

Phil snickers, “Apart from the necrophilia!”

“Shut up, Muttley. Anyway, that would be spectrophilia.” She turns back to Susie, “Ghosts, not corpses. Yuck. And just the one ghost actually, I don’t have a ‘thing’ about it.”

“Course you don't, sweetie,” says Steve with a smirk, “you were just hanging around in that cemetery entirely innocently.”

“For the hundredth time, I was collecting herbs!”

“So that’s how you two met, in a graveyard?”

“Yup.” Seeing the slightly startled expression on her face, he clarifies, “It wasn’t mine. I was visiting Bonzo. He was out, but then I saw this pretty girl lurking among the headstones and had to meet her.”

“He actually came up behind me and said boo!” she giggles.

“So I’m not great with new people either,” mumbles Steve, staring at the carpet through his feet.

Cassie smiles at him fondly, “It worked though, didn't it. Of course, I didn’t realise he was a ghost at first. It was pretty dark, and I didn’t have my glasses on.”

“And I didn’t realise she wasn’t a ghost, ‘cause of the make-up and the cloak.”

“My goth phase.”

“Didn’t find out until our second date…”

“When we were so busy talking we weren’t looking where we were going and I walked into a wall…”

“And I walked through it.”

“It was a shock, but by then…” she tilts her head to Steve’s phantasmal shoulder, causing a rosy pink glow to flare around them. “So we… figured it out. To be honest, the rock band thing has been more of an adjustment. You’d think, if you hooked up with a ghost, you’d be off haunting an old castle somewhere, not watching him play on Top of the Pops!”

Susie’s eyebrows lift with curiosity, “How can you still play if you can’t touch anything?”

“Vibrations. Music’s all just vibrations. I’m energy, vibrations are energy, I am the music.”

“That’s so… poetic.”

Steve’s outline shimmers in a spectral blush and he ducks his head bashfully.

“What he means is, he waves his hands over the strings and noise comes out,” interrupts Phil, sprawled across the seat on the other side of the aisle. “Ooh, is that how you two…? Vibrations, heh heh heh.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “That’s for amateurs. Astral projection. Everyone’s the same on the astral plane.”

“One of the great secrets of mysticism and you two are using it for a quick shag?”

“Why not? It’s what everyone else is using it for!” Cassie reaches out and flutters her fingers through her boyfriend’s hazy forearm. There is a little shower of purple sparks, and he giggles. “The vibration thing is more ticklish than sexy anyway.”

“Your own personal theremin!” exclaims Susie delightedly, then claps her hand over her mouth in fear she has inadvertently been rude and spectrophobic.

Cassie laughs, “I’ve always thought more a plasma lamp, but that works too.” She runs her fingers along the glowy plane that is Steve’s thigh and he responds with a spooky howling noise. “Awesome! New game!”

Just then the bus door opens with a hiss, and a stack of precariously balanced pizza boxes floats up the steps. Susie’s mouth drops open in surprise, but when no one else reacts, she remembers. This must be Rick. The boxes and assorted bags are dumped down onto the table.

“So we’ve got Meat Feast with extra rare steak for Phil, Hawaiian for Joe and Susie - I can’t believe you’ve found someone who shares your heretical taste in pizza! And two veggies for the rest of us.” An invisible hand starts delving into the bags. “Plus dips, cheesy bread, hard-boiled egg for Gloria…” This is tossed to Cassie who starts to crumble it into Gloria’s bowl, “and Lucozade for Steve.”

“Mmm, sugar.”

“And… funny - I don’t remember getting Doritos?”

The bag of chips flickers, then transforms first into a head of lettuce, then a carriage clock, then a chicken, and finally into a girl with blonde curly hair perched on the edge of the table.

“Sorry babe, I was tired, didn’t wanna walk.”

Ignoring the muttered ‘cheeky cow’ from her disembodied boyfriend, she sticks out her hand, “Kate, and you must be Susie?”

Susie nods and, somewhat gingerly, shakes the proffered hand, fearful that it could become something else any second.

Kate reaches over to the counter, picks up a red baseball cap, and places it on Rick’s head. “Bus hat,” she explains to Susie, “stops us from bumping into him all the time.”

A small frown creases Susie’s brow, “So… we can see the hat, but not the rest of his clothes?”

There is a chorus of snickering from around the table.

“Um, that’s something it’s best not to think about too much, love,” replies her boyfriend with a sly grin.

After a beat, Susie’s eyes widen, “OH!”

“I know,” agrees Cassie. “We’ve told him it’s not hygienic but…”

“Hey, I wash!” protests the baseball cap.

“And also one of the reasons he resists all my offers to try and turn him back.”

“Why would I want to go back? This is ultimate freedom. And I get into movies for free.”

“How did you… if it’s not rude to ask?”

“Accident involving an Etch-a-sketch, a microwave oven, and a cursed tamborine.”

“Should’ve read the instructions.”

“Cursed objects don’t tend to come with a manual, Joe.”

“I meant the microwave. Rick turning invisible was a minor inconvenience, having to explain to the landlord why the microwave was now glowing bright orange and playing ‘Daydream believer’ on a constant loop was more of a problem!”

Kate’s hand is dragged sideways in front of Joe’s face and all the fingers, except the middle one, folded down by an unseen hand.

“Get off! Do your own swearing, weirdo!”

“I guess there are occasional downsides,” mutters Rick.

The door wheezes open again and the sickest looking person Susie has ever seen shambles onto the bus.

“Evening girls and ghouls. If we’ve got everyone now, shall we make a move?”

Joe does a quick head, or hat, count. “Yep, all present and correct. Thanks Bert.”

“Driver,” he explains to Susie.

“Zombie,” adds Phil.

“Oh yeah, sorry, forgot to tell you that one. He’s great, doesn’t need to sleep so we can travel 24 hours a day if we need to.”

“Except if he turns the wheel too vigorously, he tends to pull an arm off and we have to get out the sewing kit!”

“A small price to pay for getting to gigs on time.”

“And the, err, brains thing?”

“Oh don’t worry, apparently Wendy’s burgers are just as good. Which is worrying if you think about it.”

Apart from occasionally getting distracted by the sight of a slice of pizza floating in mid-air before disappearing bite by bite, and Steve’s drink seemingly evaporating, the level going down without the glass moving an inch, Susie finds herself almost forgetting that these new friends are anything out of the ordinary. She even stops registering the thrum and sway of the bus as Bert, presumably all limbs still attached, steers them safely towards the next city. The rest of the evening passes in drinks and friendly banter and a card game which is acrimoniously abandoned after it is discovered that Kate had only pretended to go to the bathroom and had in fact transformed into an extra ace, giving Rick a winning hand three games in a row. Eventually the day-people start to yawn and the group reluctantly concedes that it is time to retire for the night. Only Phil, tending to nocturnal even during the non-transforming parts of the lunar cycle, expresses a wish to stay up, but he promises to play his guitar quietly, and no howling. As the others say their goodnights he reminds them that someone needs to put Gloria to bed.

“No worries.” Joe picks up the bowl and Gloria makes a grateful kissy face at him through the glass.

In the sleeping area, where one of the sets of bunks should be is a large welded metal box with a lid. The faint purr of a filtration pump comes from within. Joe levers up the corner of the lid and, as gently as possible, pours the angelfish in to join her mate. He wishes the couple goodnight before snapping the lid closed again.

“How did you even get a tour bus with a giant built-in fishtank?”

“Surprisingly easily. The company that did it had just done one with a sensory deprivation tank for Peter Gabriel, so they didn’t even question it. It’s more difficult to explain why our rider includes 800 gallons of purified water!”

In the close confines of the bunk area, Susie can see why Rick’s visibility hat is an essential; it’s hard enough to navigate through the narrow corridor with random bits of luggage scattered about and the floor strewn with odd socks and guitar picks, without adding an invisible person-sized obstacle to the mix. She makes sure to know where the drummer and his partner are before entering the tiny communal washroom, but still finds herself eyeing the shelves full of toiletries warily.

This is Susie’s first tour bus experience and it reminds her of camp. If cabins vibrated. And had snoring, farting, musicians in them. She’s still trying to get to sleep when suddenly a flash of purple shows around the edges of the curtain and there are two mingled screams, quickly muffled.

She clutches at Joe’s shoulder. “What was that?” Joe, half-asleep, just mumbles an unintelligible ‘mmpf’. “That. The flash, and the screaming!”

Joe wraps an arm around her. “Don’t worry about it. You see how small these compartments are? Well to get more space, Cassie sleeps on the bed and Steve hovers up by the ceiling. But his altitude control isn’t great when he’s asleep, so sometimes he drops down onto and, well, into, Cassie. And apparently a sudden unexpected full-body… smush… isn’t pleasant for either party.” Susie, remembering the prickly feeling when her hand brushed Steve’s arm, can believe that. “They used to have a top bunk, but one time, when he was drunk, he fell all the way through to Phil on the one below, which no one enjoyed, so now we make them have one of the lower berths.”

“I didn’t know ghosts could get drunk?”

“Sure they can. Why do you think they’re called spirits!”

Susie groans. Shifting her limbs once more to try and find a comfortable position in the cramped space she has a thought, “Can you do that? Hover?”

“Sadly no. Swoop, soar, glide, no problem. But no hovering.”

When Joe had first revealed that his bandmates also each had their own special talents and features, he’d been quite dismissive of his own gift, thinking it mundane compared to the others. But Susie had assured him it is just as impressive, plus useful - for example not needing the stairs if the lift’s broken - and also noting that it has the benefit of being minimally inconvenient and easy to hide.

“I mean, poor Rick can’t even see his feet to put his boots on, and Phil has no choice about growing fur and howling at the moon…”

“To be fair, he did that before he was a werewolf too.”

“... but you just have to remember not to jump off tall buildings when anyone’s looking. It’s an amazing talent with no downside, you’re so lucky!”

“I guess if you put it like that. Just, if you’ve always been able to do something, it doesn’t seem so special.”

“It seems special to me. You literally swept me off my feet!”

“Well you were going to get hit by that lighting truss.”

“You’re basically Superman!”

“Without the tights.”

“That could be arranged…”

When Susie wakes she finds she is alone in the bunk and the bus has stopped moving. Low-voiced conversation, interspersed with giggling, is coming from Steve & Cassie’s compartment, but most of the other curtains are pulled back. Stepping carefully to avoid treading on any items that might unexpectedly turn out to be Kate, she makes her way to the front lounge and finds Joe and Phil noodling on a couple of acoustics and drinking tea. Looking out the window, the bus seems to be parked in a mostly empty car park next to a big grey box of a building.

“Morning guys. Where are we?”

“Morning, love. Err, Tennessee? No… err? I don’t know. They’re all starting to look the same.”

“Nowheresville, Arkansas,” supplies Phil, pausing his strumming to wave vaguely at the bottom half of the tattered map pinned to a cupboard door.

“Sounds exciting. Is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Sure, Bert topped up the tanks when we got here. Or you can go across to the venue - probably communal but the water will be hotter.”

“I think I’ll cope.”

“I’d join you but I can only get in that little box if I crouch down.”

“But I’d fit just fine!” offers Phil, waggling his eyebrows.

Susie, not the tiniest bit tempted, ignores him and heads back through the bunk area, where she encounters Sav, dripping wet and wearing nothing but shorts and a towel turbaned around his head having just emerged from his tank. He’s carrying Gloria in her bowl under his arm. Not a morning person at the best of times, he looks confused by her presence until a few glubbing noises from Gloria remind him,

“Oh, of course, Susie. Nice to finally meet the girl Joe will not shut up about!”

She notices that the hand raised in greeting has slight webbing between the fingers, but apart from that and the almost imperceptible lines of gills either side of his neck, he looks entirely, and indeed very nicely, human-shaped. She’s not sure what she was expecting - scales and fins maybe? In the mythopedia of Def Leppard, the entry for Sav would be frustratingly short - no one knew, and he wasn’t telling, how his particular condition had come about. When asked, Joe had just shrugged and said the bass player had always been amphibious.

Blushing at both the expanse of bare bassist skin and the gratifying thought of Joe raving about her to his friends, she responds, “Good to meet you too. Say, you haven’t seen Rick around have you?”

Sav grinned, “No, not for about five years!”

“Duh, stupid question! I meant… I’m going for a shower and I just wanted to check…”

Sav reaches up to the shelf above his tank. “He might have gone shopping with Kate.” He hands her a golf club, “But wave that around when you go in, just to be sure.”

After a, thankfully, drummer-free shower, the rest of the day passes in preparations for the gig that night. It seems there are extra challenges to putting on a show where none of the participants are quite what they seem. In addition to the usual issues of poor acoustics, broken bulbs, and missing cables, Sav needs to be periodically misted with water to keep his skin moist, Steve keeps walking through amps and fusing the electrics, and someone needs to watch Phil and stop him from chasing any squirrels in the vicinity. The crew however are unflappable and manage all these problems as if they are entirely commonplace (to Susie’s mind, some of those guys also look like they might be of the supernatural persuasion, but then bloodshot eyes, growling, and eyebrows that meet in the middle seem to be pretty standard even for fully-human roadies!). By 6pm, everyone is ready and everything is tested and in its place. The support band appear for their soundcheck at 6:30pm, and the reason for their absence during the day is obvious even to Susie’s unpractised eye. Vampires. She hangs around for a while to watch - they’re pretty good, and surprisingly lively considering they just woke up - before leaving them to their monitor adjustments and complaints about the lingering smell of garlic from the catering truck.

When Susie pops down to the dressing room to wish her boyfriend good luck for the show, she finds him practising his singing in the showers, his feet just slightly leaving the floor during the high notes. The other guys are variously warming up on their guitars, picking at the buffet, or fussing with their hair. To be honest, that last one is just Sav - apparently spending 12 hours a day under water gives you terrible frizz! Susie watches with interest as Cassie casts an energising spell for the boys, and then a protection spell for all the performers and crew. ‘Just in case’, she says. Leaving their partners to carry out their final preparations and pre-show rituals, all the girls head out to the auditorium. Well, all the girls except Gloria, who doesn’t enjoy all the jostling from the crowds and so is safely ensconced in the tech booth with Phay.

The support band are just finishing their set and seem to be going down okay with the crowd. At least three-quarters of the audience are clapping and swaying along, but they’re interspersed with tough-looking blokes in trucker hats and dirty denim standing with folded arms - maybe they’re not keen on men in spandex and eyeliner?

Susie had seen Leppard perform a couple of times before, in her pre-Joe life, but always way up in the nosebleeds, never this close to the stage. When the curtain drops, her eyes of course go straight to her boyfriend. He is absolutely in his element, strutting and preening and bouncing around the stage like he owns it. Which, effectively, he does! Phil, who apparently has not learned a single lesson from being turned into a werewolf by a resentful one-night stand, is flirting with all the women in the front three rows; the idiom ‘once bitten twice shy’ means nothing to him. Sav is also turning on the charm, slinking around the stage with a sinuous gait that makes Susie wonder if his origin might be more eel than fish. With the smoke machines and the lights, Steve looks somewhat ethereal but real enough and, even from right in front of the stage, you can’t tell that he’s not actually touching the strings. And then Rick, poor Rick, who used to play in nothing but the tiniest of shorts and drum gloves, but now has to wear trousers, a long sleeved shirt, socks, and, most annoyingly, a wig and make-up, just looks really hot, with sweat already pouring off him after the first few songs.

After the final encore, the girls make their way backstage, arriving at the dressing room at the same time as an agitated member of venue staff who comes running from the opposite direction.

“Guys! You’ve got to get out of here! Fast! Some of the locals… they’re turning nasty… they… they know what you are.”

He gestures in the direction of Rick, currently appearing as just a pair of socks and a towel, and Steve, looking more like a cliché haunted-house ghost than usual as his outline fills with the cigarette smoke that Cassie is deliberately wafting in his direction.

“Shit, not again.” Joe immediately leaps into action - literally, as he covers the length of the changing room in a half-jump, half-swoop - “Sav! Get out of the shower!” he yells, “We’ve got an angry mob incoming!” Casting his eyes around the room, he realises someone’s missing, “Where’s Phil?”

“Where he always is after a show - humping someone’s leg!” says Rick’s disembodied voice.

“I swear to god one day I’m going to get him neutered. Right, I’ll go find him, be ready to leave when we get back.” On his way out the door he pats Susie, who’s still standing frozen to the spot, on the shoulder, “Stay with Cassie, okay love. You’ll be fine.”

Cassie smiles a tight little smile, “Start packing, I’ll explain.”

With Steve keeping watch in the corridor, the girls join Rick and Sav in speedily stuffing clothes into duffel bags and guitars into flight cases.

“When people realise we’re… unnatural is the word they tend to use… it doesn’t tend to go down well. They get pretty keen on us leaving their town - think villagers storming the castle with pitchforks.” She looks up at Susie’s now-pale, wide-eyed face, “It’s okay, we’re good at fast exits, and Bert’s a great getaway driver!”

“Does it happen a lot?”

“No, just occasionally, in the smaller, more rural places. We usually get away with it because people think it’s a gimmick, smoke and mirrors. You’d be amazed how many of the supernaturally-abled are hiding in plain sight in bands, theatre, circus acts, and magicians of course.”

“What, like… David Copperfield?”

“Wizard.”

“Siegfried & Roy?”

“Not wizards. Least, I don’t think so. A wizard probably wouldn’t get eaten by his own tiger!”

“Joe and Phil are coming,” announces Steve, sticking his head through the dressing room wall, “are we nearly done?”

“Just about,” answers Sav. “Sorry about this sweetheart, it’s just ‘till we’re safely on the bus,” he consoles Gloria as he pours her into a plastic bag, tightening the knot with his teeth.

Errant guitarist retrieved, and with Rick, hopefully safest of all of them in his invisibility, leading the way, they set off quickly but cautiously through the labyrinth of corridors towards the back exit. Before they even reach it they can hear shouting and someone banging on the door.

“Quick, this way. I’ll take you to the loading bay. Your bus is waiting there.”

It is the same venue employee who came to warn them earlier. As they follow behind him, Susie thinks she catches sight of a rather more pointed than usual ear half-hidden under his hair and understands why he is so eager to help them. She hopes whatever strategies he’s using to stay hidden are enough to keep him safe in this troubled town.

Suddenly she remembers something,“What about Eternal Blade? Surely they’re a bigger target than any of us?”

“They were already on their bus and gone before we finished, off to make some new friends in the nearest city with some sleazy late-hours clubs.”

“They say country people taste funny!” quips Rick.

When they reach the cargo exit, Steve pushes his face through the roller shutter and surveys the scene outside. Bert has parked as close as he can get to the exit, but there is still about 75 yards of semi-open ground to cover; Any closer and the bus would be trapped if the crowd blocked the access ramp. He can’t see any people, but he can hear the clamour of a discontented crowd from the other side of the building.

“Coast’s clear,” he reports, “for now.”

“The door’s quite loud, so I’d make a run for it as soon as you can get under it. Your crew are loading up in the next bay, so hopefully that’ll cover some of the noise.”

As everyone lines up behind the door, Sav turns back, “Thank you… we didn’t get your name?”

“Alvin.”

“Thank you, Alvin. You gonna be okay here?”

“Yeah, I’m used to it. I’ve been beaten up more often for being called Alvin than for anything else!” He presses the open button and the shutter starts to lift. “Good luck out there.”

It seems to take an hour of clanking and grating before the gap is big enough to duck through. Joe, who appears to have gone into SAS mode, barks ‘GO GO GO’ and they’re off, running as best they can given the amount of luggage they’re carrying. Alerted by the noise, a swarm of people is rounding the corner of the building and a shout goes up when they spot the fleeing band. Phil, guitar case and duffel bag strapped across his back, drops to all fours; Joe and Steve would probably be faster in the air than on the ground, but neither of them would dream of leaving their earthbound partners.

“Shit, this is worse than normal!” Joe glances back over his shoulder, "Baseball bats and shotguns!"

The short distance to the bus feels like a mile, but being tour-fit and terrified speeds their progress until at last they pile onto the bus, flinging bags and flight cases haphazardly ahead of them down the aisle, with Susie and Joe bringing up the rear. As soon as the singer has both feet on the steps, Bert slams the door shut and pulls out of the loading bay as fast as a rattly and overloaded old bus can accelerate. They careen across the car park, the large tank of water in their midsection causing a concerning degree of instability, dishes and cans of baked beans tumbling from unsecured cupboards. Clinging onto the partition behind the driver’s seat, Susie watches through the side windows as their pursuers keep chasing. She whips her head round when she hears Bert growl ‘shit!’ and steer the bus abruptly to the left. Through the windscreen she spots the source of his alarm and grabs Joe’s shoulder.

“Joe! There’s a gate!”

Phil lurches up behind them, “What’s going on? Why have we turned round?”

"Car park gate's shut, we can't get out."

“Fuck. Can we ram it?”

“In this thing? We’d be smashed to bits!” He glances back at the angry mob, starting to catch them up as they’re now going in a circle. “I’m going to have to go out there. Bert, can you open the door while we’re still moving?”

“Yup, got a safety override.”

“I’ll jump out, then you do another loop round while I open it.”

“Joe, no!”

“I’ll be fine,” his voice doesn’t sound as sure as he’s making out, “I can fly, remember.”

“They’ve got guns!”

“I’ll dodge.”

As the bus reaches the end of the car park and lurches round in the direction of the gate once again, Bert pulls on the two levers that’ll force the door to open.

Eyes darting from the large and very solid-looking gate in front of them, to the armed vigilantes now almost within touching distance on both sides of the bus, to her frightened friends huddled in the aisle in their pairs, to her oh so brave but reckless boyfriend hanging halfway out of the opened door, Susie feels like she has never been so scared in her life; the panic is pulsing white-hot behind her eyes. As she turns back to the windscreen, she hears, no, feels, a crack and a flash of light like a firework going off right in her face. She hears a gasp from the driver and, almost in sync, ‘bloody ‘ell’ from Phil and Joe. When her vision clears, she sees that the steel bars that moments ago had blocked their way have sprung open. It takes a second for Bert’s undead brain to process the change, but then he stomps hard on the gas pedal and, with a screech of rubber on asphalt, the bus hurtles through the gateway and clear of the baying mob.

After a moment when everyone is too busy falling over and grabbing onto bits of furniture to speak, there is a cry of ‘yessss!’ from Rick, and a ‘woohoo!’ from Steve. The sudden acceleration had sent him backwards into the fridge and his hazy hair is streaked with strawberry yogurt.

“God, I really thought we were a goner that time,” said Sav, looking round for a suitable receptacle to decant his girlfriend into. “What happened?”

Joe and Phil, the only passengers with a clear view of the event, look at each other blankly.

“I… don’t know…”

“There was a sort of… pulse…”

“And the gates just…” Joe makes an expansive gesture with his hands.

“Pinged open!”

Joe turns to Susie, “Did you see… hey, are you okay?” When there’s no answer he steers her to a seat and kneels down in front of her. “Babe?”

“I… I think… I think… I did it?”

“Did what, love?”

“The gates. The…” she makes the same Moses-parting-the-Red-Sea gesture, “Something came from here,” she points at her head, “and…out… and pushed the gates open!”

Cassie claps her hands together, “Telekinesis! Moving things with your mind. It’s a well-known phenomenon. Well maybe not so well-known,” she adds looking at the vacant expressions that surround her.

“Like a superpower?” asks Steve.

Joe turns back to his girlfriend, a delighted grin on his face, “Hear that? You’ve got a superpower!”

“I do?” she says with a slightly less certain smile back at him.

“Welcome to the family, love,” says Phil, leaning over to ruffle her hair.

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Apologies to all Arkansas residents and wearers of trucker hats and denim who aren't pitchfork-wielding rednecks!

#def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #def leppard #halloween fic

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pastorsperspective · 2 years

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"God Calls Us to Give a Crap"

It’s Friday once again. It’s been a long cold week; I hope everyone has stayed safe and warm! The sermon this week was titled, “The Emotions of Life: Empathy”. If you were unable to be with us, you can listen to the message here: https://fb.watch/isZz5xJ_6c/ My favorite line from this sermon was obviously what I used for the title of this blog. As we were out of office most of the week due to icy roads, what follows is the questions that I asked Pastor Chad via email. I missed our weekly sermon discussion and look forward to having one next week.

I got a good chuckle out of Pastor Chad’s description of a New York Subway and decided to ask just for my own curiosity, have you ever been on a subway in New York?

I have, one occasion was not peaceful, but there was another where it was quieter like what the story illustrated.

Do you think that empathy comes easier for women? Jesus knew the beginning from the end and he said, why is that our problem, essentially. It seems like a strange concept that his mother would be the one to urge HIM to show empathy. I never thought of it like that.

I think its contextual. Women were much more likely to hold wedding feasts so in this situation, yes. At the same time there are examples where empathy is shown by men more than we see from women. Same in today’s time, guys empathize with men’s struggle more easily than women do sometimes and vice versa. Similarly, abuse victims can more easily empathize with other abuse victims. I think that’s the beauty of it, when our experiences can draw us closer to God and to others that’s grace to me!!!!

What does it mean when Jesus says it is not yet my time?

Most scholars see this as a reference to revealing His glory. The miracle was going to blow things wide open for his popularity and people knowing he is the Messiah. Trouble is people had a LOT of different views about what, who, when, how, and why regarding the Messiah. Jesus still had a lot to do before these conclusions were going to be made.

If empathy means to take the time to care what others are going through, does that mean in that moment Jesus didn’t care?

I think we again see here the human side of Jesus. I don't think Jesus didn’t care; I don't think he at first empathized as deeply as his mother was. The key part is this didn't stop him. Jesus was without sin, yes, but certainly wasn’t without temptation and was human in many ways.

I have been guilty of thinking that I didn’t have to care about something, but it’s not because I didn’t actually care. It was because I care far too much and I feel like if I care about this thing, then I have to care about all things. I can’t help with all things so, it’s emotionally overwhelming sometimes. Is there ever a good time to “not care”?

Well in short, yes, and no. We can’t save the world and we aren't the savior of the world, we have to be very careful. So, yes, knowing our limits and our place is important. At the same time to never care is equally bad and we must trust when the Spirit is prompting us to move. There is a big difference between empathizing and acting. We can empathize about all difficulties; we just have to be clear which ones God is calling us to move on and do something. The question to ask though is do we always move and act when God is calling? To never do anything means we are ignoring Gods callings to both empathize and act.

Wow, I never really thought of it like that. It’s definitely something to keep in mind. Be sure to come on back next Friday for our conversation on Understanding! In the meantime, if you were unable to join us for our first ever Rooted Worship service, I would encourage you to check it out here: https://fb.watch/is_0Ejvqg9/

#fumc #methodist #pastorsperspective #pastorchad #empathy

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nekrophoria · 2 years

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Music asks for @drawing-way-outside-the-lines

Thank you so much 💙

(Sorry for the weird format. Started writing this in my drafts and copying everything over on mobile is annoying as shit)

Mel

6. a song from before you were born

"I think this one...?"

The Cure - The Same Deep Water As You

"Don't quote me on that though. "

7. a song that reminds you of yourself

Emery - Churches and Serial Killers

14. a song you didn’t like at first but warmed up to

Good Charlotte - I just wanna live

"Funny...i didn't like the song when it came out...and now it's the only Good Charlotte song I can still listen to without cringing like hell. "

15. a song from one of your favorite artists

"Uhh...not really sure if I have a favourite at this point...

Probably... Keith Flint - Laughs"

19. some of your favorite lyrics (explain why if you want to)

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

"Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm gettin' old, and I need something to rely on

So, tell me when you're gonna let me in

I'm gettin' tired, and I need somewhere to begin"

"Pretty...self explanatory."

22. a song from this year

(although Volatile technically plays in 2016 imma break the fourth walk here and pick a song from 2022 that I know he would like)

Korn - Lost in the Grandieur

Mabon

2. an all-time favorite song of yours

"Don't have one."

("The Legend Of Zelda Majora's Mask OST - Song Of Healing" he listens to it to calm down/drown out noise)

4. a song in your native language (if english, choose a song from your country)

"These guys are English, least they kinda sound English I dunno."

Kasabian - Reason is Treason

7. a song that reminds you of yourself

"No."

(Slipknot - Dead Memories)

11. a song that makes you wanna dance

"For fuck's sake..."

(actually none that I can think of)

18. a song from a genre you usually don’t enjoy

"...why do people even give a crap about the genre?

If I like something I like it, if I don't...I don't. Simple."

(He hates pop music but Madonna - Devil Wouldn't Recognize You he strangely enough doesn't mind at all. Maybe it's the piano, or a positive memory connected to it he can't quite pinpoint....You didn't hear that from me though. )

Simon

3. a song from your childhood

Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite

"I think it was one of my sister's favourite songs for...quite a while actually. It was on pretty often and...I've just grown to subconsciously connect a lot of childhood memories with it."

7. a song that reminds you of yourself

Highly Supect - My Name Is Human

10. a song that makes you tear up

"Okay this one was hard. There are a lot of songs I absolutely adore but they don't really make me visibly emotional.

There was this one time. My dumb ass decided to do dxm on my own which was a damn bad idea because I was in a pretty vulnerable mental state all around. I was teetering at the edge of a bad trip throughout most of it, constantly trying to kinda pull myself back so...at some point I put on some music and got stuck on this one: IAMX - This Will Make You Love Again and the flood gates opened. I wasn't even really registering it, but it helped."

11. a song that makes you wanna dance

"Depends on the mood...Grendel - Harsh Generation is a pretty safe bet though."

21. a song that makes you nostalgic

Tool - Parabola

"That was the first Tool song I ever heard. Tool was the first band I really got into and...listening to this song really makes me miss this feeling of discovering a style of music you never quite heard before and this euphoric rush that comes with it.

That feeling's gotten rare these days. "

#Music asks #drawing way outside the lines #drugs tw

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Troublesome Baby

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Slight size kink, nipple play, overstimulation, hint of breeding, Akaashi wanting to make his baby know how pretty she is and how wrong people are about her.

↬ Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Pissing a delinquent is never a persons choice. And what pisses off Akaashi most was when people picked on you instead of him.

⇢ Day 2: Delinquent

A person's feelings can be confusing. One minute they're saying they like a good guy who knows how to keep track in time and hs his future planned out and the second they're liking someone whom their parent's had warned them about.

If you like someone who was always up to no good, are you a masochist? They would ask. Are you out of your mind? They would scold. Do you have any idea how this'll affect your life? They would judge.

You'd like to think otherwise of people who wore tattoos, have so many scars, are always picking fights or having that gangsta stance and aura. You prefer to see them as still a human being with a cold outer shell in order to protect themselves from the cruel world, shielding their gentleness deep within.

It was cliche; a bad person getting soft for one person. But that's how it is even in reality. Sometimes, we can only be vulnerable to the ones we trust the most. And the ones we trust the most are the loved ones.

And those who we love, never deserve how they spit at the world.

That's how Akaashi was with you.

Everyone was shock by the time the former first year had a drastic demeanor change. He was timid, reserved back at his first year in highschool. Polite, and what you'd expect to have an astounding school performance. Hey never would've thought that joining the volleyball club would change someone so idly.

They always thought they were a team filled with passionate players who loved to play fair, but it turns out they loved to get rough around games and outside matches.

Roughness was never Akaashi's agenda. But with a stoic facade and built, athletic feature, he fits in perfectly to look like someone you should stay away from. Still, he kept on being the reserved person he was by hiding his wounds underneath his uniform or volleyball jacket. He doesn't admit it outloud, but he was insecure about his beating wounds.

The times where he and the team would go on random beatings after losing a bet or if someone dares to mess with anyone close to them happened often. Now that word was spread that you, sweet little you, happened to be the pretty faced setters girlfriend is targeted by many disgusting comments.

No man would want to tolerate that or will tolerate their beloved pummeled onto the ground. From all the members of the team he was voted to be the most terrifying one, he doesn't stand down from a fight especially for his baby, he wouldn't stop until the person who made a worthless comment about you, the person who would make you look down at yourself, the person who would make you cry is at their mercy.

His delinquent phase soon carried on until he reached his 20s. Even though now he was an editor and his teammates had their own domestic lives and jobs ahead, they kept up with their ways to earn a bit of cash during the night. Minus Bokuto on some occasions due to his volleyball tournaments world wide, it was mostly just him and the former third years. Even the two females had managed to know their ways into the dangers in joining as long as it helped them raise the cash up a bit.

And that leads the scenario now, you cleaning up his wounds again at the peak of 1 am in the morning after a misunderstanding beat down the past hour. He came home more bruised and bloodied than before— that meant they were outnumbered. Usually, it's Bokuto who would bark at the people who would mess with them. He was known to be feared due to his popularity, but inside the group, it's really just Akaashi who was the monster amongst all of them when he was angry.

You didn't know how long you were going to tolerate this. Him always coming back to you with new scars drawing his skin and you patching him up. It was always like this since highschool, but as you grew, people get tougher, bolder. This was too much.

"Keiji, please stop doing this."

Dabbing the cotton on the alcohol a little and tapping his skin gently to avoid stinging him, you were sat on your study chair whilst he was sitting on your shared bed. You were already trying to hold in the dam from breaking as you had been cleaning all his wounds for the past minute, but as you do, they only seem to get bigger and painful for you to bear.

"I don't want you to keep getting hurt."

Finally putting ointments on his arm, he uses his free hand to cup the side of your face, and raises you too look into his eyes. Ones that weren't feral as they were a couple of hours ago.

"They were bad mouthing about you, I wasn't letting that slip."

"But it's fine! People bad mouth about me a lot even before.."

Inside it still stung. To be growing up mocked by society in any way they see flaw in you. You were always an insecure woman up until now, any little words from others can make you into a brawling mess. What more if some threatened you, you'd be a fleeting coward.

Akaashi knew that about you when you began dating. At first he didn't pay mind into it, but the more he got to know what a kind and loving person you were, he realized just how cruel people can be to those with soft hearts. He hated those to the bone, he would never tolerate that kind of person throwing a pile of crap to someone above them.

"I just don't want to keep thinking one day you won't be coming by the door because of this..I'd rather you just stop being like this after years than to get more bruises. I don't care about the money, Keiji, I earn a lot too."

Your trembling figure was obvious, he knew how emotional you get for whenever he gets reckless, and how you over think of the things the people he has placed back in their place said about you. He never liked the fact you tried to be strong for him so many times and not even reaching out for comfort from him.

"Baby."

He cooes softly, moving away the medical kit from your side and hoisting you up from your chair with ease, allowing you to straddle his lap. You were easy for him to carry considering the height difference, thus making him more protective of you seeing as you look like a small child in fear.

Protesting softly at him to put you down since he was just freshly fixed up, Akaashi let's your head fall on his naked shoulder blade with his hand behind your head, giving your hair a slow stroke down to your back.

That's where you started to cry on his skin.

"I don't care about the money that much, I just hate it when someone threatens or mocks you without even having to know you."

He hears you sniffle at his skin, your tears wetting a small patch on it along with your face. He hushes you for a second before patting your bum, indicating he wants to see your face. With head lowered, you pulled away from his shoulder, sniffling down the tears while roughly using your wrist to wipe your eyes.

He grabs one of your wrist as his soften eyes met your red ones. He lowers your hand down to your lap, with your other one following as he was the one to wipe your tears away.

"It hurts me to have them say such things and have you crying like this. You have no idea how far you are from what they say."

The both of you took a small pause, letting him squish your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing underneath your eyes as small, left over tears escaped. Your hands below pressing against his bandaged abdomen, wondering how much trouble he's gone through just for you with a new batch of tears ready to fall.

"You don't cause me trouble, baby. I did this because you didn't deserve it. It was my decision, not yours or anyones. You will never be the reason for my troubles."

He was an observant guy, any little sign of of your body he knows what's going on. He slides your hands up from his abdomen, to his chest and placing them on his shoulders for you to hold onto. Tilting his head a bit to get an angle of your view, he gives you an adoring smile at the sight of your lips slightly pouting out and your eyes wide and glossy.

"You look cute right now."

Blinking away the blurred vision, your heart thumps a little from the way he was looking at you and his small compliment. You loved it when he gave you a lot of assurance and reminders about yourself. Even in times where they seemed unnecessary.

His finger tracing your cheeks to your nose, tapping at the tip making you shut your eyes and crinkle a little. When he groaned at the shift of your hips now snugging against his growing bulge, he quickly places his hands on your hips to hold you in place.

Your eyes popped out, stammering apologies saying you didn't mean to do it on purpose while gripping his shoulders. You hear him sigh out, worried you might've hurt him but soon vanished when you felt his hands sliding down once again to your bum.

"Why don't I show you how pretty you really are?"

He moves from his position. By instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he lays you down on bed and pushes himself up.

"W-wait, your wounds."

"I'm fine, baby, don't worry."

His hands found their way down to your pajama shorts and pulls them down with ease. He let's his shirt that you were wearing on as it only fueled his arousal at the sight of you looking smaller compared to him.

Thighs shaking and biting back a moan when his index finger slid down on your clothed slit, he repeats his actions upwards and downwards until you shortly got the middle part of your panties wet.

"Just enjoy and relax for me."

You clutched the pillow underneath your head when his finger started to press in your clothed slit, his warmth radiating strongly against your sensitive regions, it made you grind shyly on the finger teasingly trying to intrude your entrance.

He bites lip at the delicious sight and pulls his fingers away, spreading your legs apart so that he could settle himself on his stomach and his face near your lower lips. Sliding your panties down almost too quickly, he pushes your inner thighs to spread for him, giving him a better view of what his teasings done to your body and blowing cool air on your twitching hole, drooling with more arousal.

He hears a small whimper from you and looks up, you covering your mouth with the back of your hand, and your other fisting the sheets. Giving your inner thighs a kiss to calm you down, he winks at you before repeatinf his early ministrations on your now bare pussy.

"You're so easily aroused."

It came out like a breathy whisper from his lips as he watches his finger slide up and down. The thought of you tight and clenching to nothing makes him want to plunge in immediately.

He hums pleasingly at the sight and slowly inserts his index finger in. You moan out loudly in surprise, hiding your face to side and not wanting to look down thinking you might just cum from the sight. He began pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in, he wiggles a little inside of your hole loving how warm and wet it was, until he inserted a nother finger in to stretch you.

"Keiji!!"

He thrusts both fingers in with a decent pace, not wanting to go fast knowing how sensitive and easily you'll cum. His mouth was watering at the sight of his fingers being swallowed in your small pussy, and leans his face down with his other hand spreading your lips and giving it a small kiss that made your hips jolt up as he began to attack your clit.

"K-keiji! Too good!"

His free hand holds one of your thighs way to keep you spread amd at his mercy. The two fingers inside of you thrusting erratically when you tightened around them, now hearing the sloshing noises and his mouth sucking you to death.

He watches your head move from side to side and your chest heaving from his treatment. He can feel his own cock painfully erect inside his pants and moves bit, moaning against your clit at his boxers friction, and your hands finding their way to his hair and begging him not to stop.

"Keiji! Please, please, don't stop! Please, I'm close!"

His fingers beckoning inside of you knowing what he was now pressing at and flattens his tongue on your pussy before smirking up and saying,

"Go on, pretty girl, cum for me."

Hearing his voice was like a knock out for you as your hips arched up and the grip on his hair tightened. The pads of his fingers pressing and teasing your sweet spot until you were cumming hard for his mouth to take in.

He pumps a few more thrust until your orgasm faded. You whimpered from the additional thrust and grabbed his wrist to stop.

"Too much, Keiji.."

Hungry eyes raking your sweating body and wet folds, his pants getting unbearable at the moment and zips it down immediately along with his boxers, letting his cock free and breathes in the cool air as it hits his cock that made it twitch in need.

How much he wanted to keep eating you out despite being sensitive, but the need to be inside of you caves in as he hovers above your quivering body and attatching his lips with yours. He slips in his tongue to deepen the kiss, grinding his cock against your wet slit as you moaned inside his mouth from the much needed friction and something inside your needy cunt.

But Akaashi wanted to savor the moment, he knows you were a virgin. He's only fingered and eaten you out during the years of relationship. Even though the thought of having his cock a taste of your cunt drives him insane, he wanted to make sure every part of your body was touched, kissed and adored like he promised.

"Mmh!"

Fingers now tweaking your right nipples as your legs tried to close themselves from now having to be stimulated from your torso, to his hard cock still grinding tantalizing. But his body was in between them, and his mouth was practically eating your whines and mewls for him. Seeing how sensitive you were getting over the little touches he was giving made him moan against your lips. His hand moves to tweak your other untouched nipple and pulled a little, your back arching as he releases his mouth from yours letting you moan loud.

Your back still arched giving him a quick access to suck on your erected nipple, biting softly yet playfully in synch with his pinching on the other nub.

"KEIJI! HAH— PLEASE!"

Trying to move away from his mouth and fingers by pushing his head gently, he uses other hand to pin both of your smaller ones above your head and releases your nipple with a pop, shivering from the air.

He stops playing with the other one and moves there to suck on it. His finger moving to the soaked one and pulling it softly. You trashed on his hold as he continued to assault your breast. Not seeing the way his eyes are now getting half lidded at the sight of your teary ones from the amount of pleasure and the sound of your pleading singing in his ears.

"AH! Keiji!! Please— no more!"

But he knows how much you didn't want this to stop. If you really did want to stop, you would've used your safe word. But just smiles at you fondly, letting his finger move from breast to breast and pulling and pinching quickly.

"Mm, I just love," he pulls a little harder on your left nub, but not to painfully for you, "How your body reacts to me." you hear his chuckled laugh when he stops to massage your breast alternatively, leaving you whimpering from how skillful his hands were.

"You're getting cuter and prettier as time goes by."

Shamefully, your walls clenched from his words. He knows judging by how you bit your lip and shutting your eyes and grins at you. He knows how much you loved getting praised and told all the lewd things he wants to do to you.

"You'll be prettier with my cock stuffing inside you, won't you, baby?

Hands trying to pry his stronger ones away so that you can hold him, hide on his skin and let him ravage you. He does however, using both his hands, he separated your arms and pins them at the side of your head and proceeds to attack your neck.

"Baby."

He cooes at the side of your skin, cock now lubed from his pre cum and yours with the tip just poking on your lower lips impatiently.

"Please..inside, Keiji, please."

Yours legs widened themselves, preparing for what you've both been wanting that evening. He laces his hands on yours, the position you now had more vulnerable for him and he wanted nothing more than to take you and make you feel protected and pleased.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Lips pressing on your forehead as you relaxed on the sweet sensation, but as seconds went by, your body tensed when he entered the head of his cock in, inching slowly his hard length.

Akaashi's hands gripped yours harder when he feels your cunt fluttering and hugging his member tighter than he expected. His breating becoming ragged so he started leaving trail marks of love bites on your neck to calm the both of you down from the foreign feeling.

Each mark he gave came with a soft praise, telling you how good you were doing taking his cock perfectly and how beautiful you were breathless underneath him. He told you, you were doing a good job holding in and with that you let out a shaky breath before telling him he can move.

Thrusting out slowly, letting your juice slide freely on his cock before thrusting back in with force, enough for you to choke a moan. His hips taking their pace into what he knows is bearable for a first timer like you, but the way he was clenching his jaw tight indicates how much he wants to have his way and fuck you like he was on a rut. You were so tight and small compared to his impressive length that it was getting painful for him to be in a vice like grip down there.

It was a struggle to take him, but at the back of your head as you feel his cock move in and out of you felt so right, you wondered if it could be more pleasurable as it is. His face was alarming to you so you rubbed your thumb on his hand letting him pause and exhale harshly. He didn't know he was holding back so much to the point he forgot how to breathe.

"Are you okay?"

He panted above you as you stared in daze and in euphoria from being stuffed. Trying to stay grounded, you attempted to grind your hips to rile him up, only for him to growl and thrust in, forcing your hips down with a squeal from your lips.

"Don't do that."

"But you're struggling."

He breathes through his nose, he hates to admit it but he had to hold himself together not to take you like a freak in bed. He reminds himself that tonight was about you and only you. How wrong the words were of the people he's beaten for you.

"It's fine, I don't want to hurt you."

Nuzzling his nose on your cheek, he hums happily on your skin when you press your cheek in reply. As your eyes stared at each other, you knew how gentle your Keiji was with you. You knew he would never hurt you even if he could. He wasn't going to.

"Please Keiji."

Moaning wantonly when your shifted your hips in a good angle for his cock to thrust on, you looked at him with pleading eyes and drooling mouth.

"Please go harder."

Groaning on your skin, he thrusts in suddenly, lettinf your back arch once more as he placed his chin on your chest and licks his lips in hunger.

"You asked for it, baby girl."

The thrusts he was making was now audible inside your room; his balls slapping below your bum, your cunts lewd juices being messed up on both your bodies and your moans slowly becoming screams.

"KEIJI!!"

His mouth found their way back on your nipple, biting roughly and licking away the pain followed by a good sucking. Hips never faltering or holding back anymore and engulfs your shaking body.

"Fuckers were so wrong about you, love. Look at you,"

Your mouth was drooling from the side, hair messed up in display on the pillow that made them look soft and angelic on you, eyes, your hands holding onto him tight with your body jiggling up everytime he thrusts in.

"You look absolutely ravaging."

He lets go of your other hand and places his on the back of your leg, hoisting it up and placing it on his shoulder, letting his cock piston deeper into you and making a mess out of you.

"I can't even move a lot from how small and tight your cunt is."

He laughs breathlessly as he aims to find your sweet spot again. You were trying to pull away from his hold but with your thigh up on his shoudler, you were stuck taking this all in like a good girl.

"I think I may be too lucky to have you in my life."

The tip of his cock was now kissing that spot that made you scream out in the blue, Akaashi cursed when your cunt clenched his raging member as he kept aiming at your precious spot.

"Fuck, do you like that, baby?"

"AHN— YES! PLEASE, PLEASE, I WANT TO CUM!"

Sobbing for the much needed orgasm, your body gives up and lets the male above you use it to please you both.

"Fuck, my hips can't stop."

He buries himself at the crook of your neck, moaning near your ear, edging you close to your release to the sound of him. He lets out small whimpers and groans, his cock twitching violently inside you with his thrusts losing their rhythm.

"Baby girl."

"KEIJI, SLOW DOWN! AHH— I'M GOING TO CUM!"

The heat in your stomach felt different from your previous orgasms. This felt hotter, tighter, and a whole lot messier. But Akaashi showed no mercy and carried on,

"Cum for me, baby."

The freed hand he had a minute ago now being a teasing bastard and rubbed your swollen clit. Pinching and rolling all four of his fingers on, making you scream and thrash. Panting with the thought of dying frkm the immense sex he was giving until the last line made you scream without a sound,

"I'm going to cum inside."

Your eyes rolled sinfully at the last line, your bodh ascending above not hearing Akaashi gasp from the way you came and groan as both his cock and abdomen get soaked from your cum and your stomach filled with his thick load and kept thrusting in a slower pace. Your cunt spasming on his member, milking him dry until you were taking all of his load in.

Exhausted, his body stills and lays a bit above you, not wanting to squish you with his member remaining inside you. Sniffles can be heard coming from you as you calmed down from your high, Akaashi stroking your hand that was still clamped on his and peppered you with small kisses and sweet confessions.

"You did so good."

"That's my baby."

"Always so beautiful even like this."

You other arm came and wrapped themselves on his neck, pulling close to you as you inhaled his masculine scent, anchoring you down back to earth before coming to realization on how damp your bottom was.

"I—"

"Squirted?"

Blushing, you buried your head on his neck followed by a laugh from your boyfriend, listening to you blabber multiple apologies.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I liked it," He captured your lips with kiss, kissing you lovingly and a little longer before pulling away only to give you small pecks repeatedly, "It was sexy."

"You sound so different when you use that word, Keiji.."

"But it's true."

He didn't bother pulling out after you pleaded him not to. Even if it was your first time, it was addicting to have something fill you up to the brim. It made you feel snug and full, and it felt right. Akaashi wasn't complaining on the cock warming, in fact he held you closer to his chest and twirled your hair nonetheless.

"You're really not what they describe you, love," he admires how the dim light from your room manages to create a good lighting that made your skin glow. The hairs that sticked to you forehead after the intimacy you both caught up made you look like a soft baby with eyes looking at him full of love,

"I can't even describe you anymore."

Your eyes trailed down to his wounded torso from his face. Even though he was tainted, Akaashi was sculptured beautifully like no other. But inside you prayed that he wouldn't go home another day with freshly opened wounds just to defend you as you traced your fingertips on each bruise and scar.

He spots on and grabs one of your hands and pulls it in for a kiss on the knuckles, "I promise, I won't make you worry anymore."

Smiling, you snuggled on his chest pleased and full of bliss, feeling his lips kissing the top of your head repeatedly and his arms hugging you closer to his body.

"Keiji?"

"Hm?"

Pressing your cheek on his chest, you looked up to him and asked, with a small tint of blush on your face in embarrassment, "Um..W-why did you you know...In me?"

For a second he blushes as well, but in the end he seemed to be smiling excitedly as you missed the way his eyes glanced somewhere down your stomach.

"So I can have another pretty baby to love."

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lemonadesoda · 2 years

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Bored transferring data for work so time for oc and worldbuilding rambles again featuring my very best friend, bullet points

Cerians don't generally do birthdays as a culture because being scattered across the galaxy and fucking around with spacetime makes relative time weird, even with standardized clocks. That's why Hat Kid is like "idk" when asked how old she is because while she does have an absolute age, she doesn't really know how to translate that into Earth context.

The ages I give for the hat aliens are more for real-life contextualization tbh, like that's their equivalent age in human development time. It's actually not a common personal info metric they exchange with each other because they have to literally look it up in the standardized time keeping system. They would have other ways of establishing social status and seniority but that's not a can of worms I've opened yet.

That all being said, I think the Subcon Birthday festival from ch 16 takes place sometime in the fall, probably September, so that's around when her Earth bday would be.

Tevane and Lemel's Earth birthdays would be 2/16 and 10/31 respectively. Yes Halloween.

Do they have Halloween in ahit world? Probably not exactly, but there would be some kind of fall festival equivalent that varies across cultures.

Lemel's family life back home involved a lot of extended family gatherings including numerous people who aren't blood related who nevertheless are still family. They had big noisy parties with an obscene amount of food and Lemel looks back on that fondly.

At the same time, they like bonds they can count on. They like feeling understood, so while big get-togethers are fun, they are really only vulnerable with a select few people who have earned the intimacy of trust.

Tevane's family was very much more the nuclear style with all it's trappings. Putting up a good image was highly valued, and he and his brother both received pressure from their parents to varying degrees to maintain that. As the older child, far more of this fell onto Tevane and his brother developed an entitled, spoiled personality when he realized he could deflect a lot of accountability onto Tev. Any sort of nurturing or intimacy was practically nonexistent.

They're both written with different sorts of neurodivergency in mind, but Tevane specifically is autistic and gets kindly gifted a lot of my personal particularities but Worse This Time. Lemel is more vague because I project less onto them but I did draw from friends with ADHD.

Tevane thinks Lemel is really good at giving him gifts that he likes, though Lemel is convinced it's because he's so enthralled about getting anything at all that any of the random crap they gift him is exciting. It's one of the ways he's unexpectedly sentimental because even if he doesn't necessarily like the object itself, the giftness of it matters a lot.

Lemel doesn't really care about getting items as gifts on the other hand, making them difficult to get stuff for unless you know they want a Specific Screwdriver or something. They prefer experiences and quality time, and enjoy things like aquarium dates, concerts, going to fairs and theme parks, road trips, etc.

Lemel eventually takes up boxing/martial arts as a way to channel their energy. Remember that Cerians are wicked strong and have high bone density.

Lemel enjoys video games but doesn't have the patience for an extended plot nor the hand stamina for intense button mashing. They like things like shooters and Smash Bros and such, but can't play for long. They usually just watch Tev play things while leaning on his shoulder and being a pest about it. He prefers strategy and puzzle games but will play things they suggest for them. He's more likely to finish games than they are by a long shot.

Ok that's all i've got rn. my data is still transferring........

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artsyxloner · 4 years

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence, death

27: Realization of the true enemy

It's has been a while since I had locked myself up in the quarantine room. Laying down on the mattress. I tried to ignore the huge Puddle of thick blood that was on the floor.

I know I was supposed to be strong but it was completely hard. By having —well the relationship was complicated we didn't Officially Announce we were together but now we never will because Hyun-Su doesn't feel the same way back.

I knew it was all because of that one boy, getting inside Head. I mean Hyun-Su didn't even let me explain and he rather listens to a boy he Barely knows and pushes me aside from the one who has helped him through thick and thin here and it doesn't mean anything over one little thing.

It was hard for me to, and I'm glad the others understood but I thought at least Hyun-Su would have I guess I should have gotten to know him better before jumping into things. I guess I was so Transfixed on feeling bad for him and knowing he was just like me. I didn't get to see this stubborn side of him.

Maybe the reasons why he is-is because of things that happened in his past but that doesn't mean everyone witnesses like that I guess he has major trust issues. It sure seems like it. When you're alone you have a lot to think about.

Maybe I had too much to think about sitting up, I saw a brown leather cover laying on top of a table. Did it seem to be oddly familiar? Maybe this will calm down my consuming thoughts. Dragging myself over to it I carefully picked it up and opened it.

For some reason, I skipped over the first page and went on to the others. It looked like a filed Journal of monsters Someone drew. They were really good. As I continued to search through this thing something fell out on my lap. Picking it up my eyes went wide.

It was a picture. But not just any pictures it was of me and three other people. A woman, a man, and an older boy that looked to be in his early twenties. They were all smiling being happy. I didn't understand was this, my family?

If so why is it in this journal? For some reason, I flipped back to the first page. And almost dropped the book. It was a drawling of them but they were all dead. Why was that even there? Were they killed? Was it by a human or a monster?

It had no writing just gruesome drawings. This helps me know what my family looked like but this doesn't give me any Perspective of who killed them? Something told me it was me in the back of my head but I quickly pushed that aside that was nearly impossible I wouldn't ever try and hurt someone like that.

Or even if I did I would go insane but while trying to stay sane. Because I don't know if I'll be able to handle that? Sliding the picture back in the book I closed it putting it back where it belongs even though it was mine I didn't want to look at it as a reminder that my family was gone.

Yes I should take it with me but I don't remember them and how can I miss them if I don't remember? No memory of any birthdays, family dinners or just watching tv together on Saturday nights?

I had to leave it for now maybe I'll remember one day. I for sure hope so because it was all fuzzy like a screen that has gone static. Getting up I began to search for a bag and start packing things for when I leave tonight.

I won't say anything I'll go anonymously. So no one will have to worry or question why I'm leaving it was for everyone's good. They don't need me like I said I just cause trouble. Heading out of the room. I was about to go to the small convenience store that had almost everything to flashlights, ropes, and first-aid kits.

But stopped when I saw Sang-Wook with Yu-Ri on his back as they passed me. Something was wrong as I heard her wheezing terribly. She must have run out of an inhaler. She could smother to death from lack of oxygen.

( Y'all, I have Severe asthma, and let me tell you it sucks when you don't have an inhaler anyone else? )

I began to follow him, even though I was leaving that still didn't mean I didn't care them I wanted to help. " how long has she been like this and without an inhaler?!" I shouted, Sang-Wook grunted, as he heaved her up as I could tell she was about to fall.

" she just had run out and for a while here!" I nodded the closest Drugstore wasn't far from here. He hand-thrown the keys to me. As we neared the entrance I felt a hard blow that made me go flying back. There were three loud thuds. As I landed on the side of my rib cage.

I cringed, gritting my teeth I could hear Yu-ri Coughing trying her best to breathe. As she sucked in the air, I half-way walked and crawled over to her but was kicked down. I hand gripped the keys in my hand, it was no surprise who I saw looking up.

It was him.

He had stepped on my wrist, bending down he grabbed the set of keys from me. " going somewhere?" He shook the keys in his grasp laughing a bit with a smirk plastered on his face. This little bitch?!

" give them back!" I spit, trying to get up he placed his foot on my chest stepping down on it. Making it hard for me to breathe too. " what's going on?" I heard someone say. The person who walked in it was Hyun-Su I didn't expect a reaction from him.

But when he looked down his eyes widened a bit. He glanced up at his 'friend' questionably? The boy raised his hand up Jingling the keys. " They were trying to leave." Why does he even care? " so?" I pushed his foot off me with all the strength I had.

Getting up, " why does it matter to you!" I began but was Interrupted. " it doesn't matter." Hyun-Su looked at me, I frowned. " if they report us, the soldiers will come." He said Plainly, was this that was all about?

I shook my head. " oh, yeah I would go and risk reporting us?!" I fired back, poking my finger in his chest. I hated this guy. I was so close to wanting to beat the crap out of him he's causing nothing but chaos around here.

" then why are you trying to leave?"

I stopped there for a minute Hyun-Su was the one questioning me now. I balled up my fist. " because there's someone that requires medical attention." I was so angry I began to cry. The last words of my sentence broke. As I blinked a few tears away.

I saw Sang-Wook from the corner of my eye picking up Yu-Ri. I motioned over towards her. " if you cared Hyun-Su you would stop letting this guy get in your head and see who the real problem is because it's not us yes things were difficult for you but did you ever think it was hard for me too?"

I couldn't control my tears anymore they came rushing down it was true it was hard for me but he didn't acknowledge that I was going through a hard time too. I didn't care if I was showing my Vulnerable side it showed that I still had a human heart.

I still had sympathy, I couldn't tell what emotion was going through Hyun-Su's eyes it was hard to read but he snatched the keys from the boy handing them to me. I quickly took them silently thanking him which didn't mean anything.

" Let them go, it's up to her now."

I was the last thing Hyun-Su said before we three made our way to the large opening that was caused by the tank. Sang-Wook began to run along with me to his side. She had to make it. But little did I know things don't turn out the way you want them to.

There was a loud bang that shot throughout the air. I turned my head to see a bullet flying through the air hitting Yu-Ri in the back. The impact of it made her let go of Sang-Wook.

I let out an Ear-piercing scream, seeing her blood splatter out from her back. I began to ran. They both were tipping over but that was good. I pushed them out of the way where the bullets wouldn't hit them anymore. They fell to the ground, " Go! I'll cover you!!!" I yelled. Sang-Wook got up and held on to Yu-ri tightly and began to run.

I heard the sound of more bullets being fired but this time I was the one getting hit in every direction. My body Flung back and forth. It was better for me than them. I hope they were going to be okay.

But soon there was another scream, it wasn't me this time but it sounded more like a boy. The bullets stopped flying, as I fell to the ground on my knees. Everything hurt. As I saw blood seeping in throughout my clothes small holes could be seen through them and my skin.

But I knew I would be okay. Looking up I saw Hyun-Su, he was running towards that boy. I could see his face was twisted in terror as his cries were let out loud. I checked behind me to see. Sang-Wook was lay down on the ground and Yu-Ri was laying her back on the dashboard limbs falling aimlessly.

No!

I was too late they were hit. I began to cry again, I wanted to go over and help them but Sang-Wook motioned me to go and help the others. As there were a loud crash and more screams and gunshots. I turned away running towards the action that was unfolding.

There he was standing in the middle of the room. Holding out a gun shooting people for the fun of it. I blocked there his shots so more people could get to safety. Most of them did. As more of the group came and got Byeong-II he was shot through the back of the chest.

" You never stop trying to get in my way!" I turned and saw his eyes going black. " so I'm just going to have to kill you myself since the first time didn't do the job!" He seethed, as his other arm shot out his hand gripped around my neck pulling me up in the air.

I could feel his fingers tightening Pressing down on my Windpipe. I struggled to breathe choking on my Saliva and air. I grasped his hand trying to make him loosen up but it wouldn't. My feet dangled in the air. I could feel my face turning red from the lack of oxygen.

I tasted blood, as I began to spite it up. More gunshots were fired. As I saw them hit his face but they Protruded out of his skin healing up as nothing had happened. My eye vision was going blurry again until I saw someone from the corner of my eye running towards us.

The person slammed into the boy that was trying to kill me. Both of their bodies flew to the side. As he let go of my neck I fell to the ground hard. Coughing like a fish out of water trying to catch my breath. It was Hyun-Su that tackled him they crashed into a room.

Wood, dust, glass went flying everywhere, I ducked. Hearing groaning, I stepped up about to go and help Hyun-Su but he was thrown out of the glassless window. He went sliding on the ground hitting the wall. Grunting, in pain Running over to him.

I bent down, " Hyun-Su! Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He looked up and regret was filled in his dark browns. I pulled my hand up under his arm and around his back trying to help him up. I turned my face if was towards him. We were very close. Feeling his hot breath fanning mine as he breathed hard.

" Soo-Nico I'm—" but he was Interrupted by that one boy. He didn't get to finish what he was going to say. I held on to Hyun-Su tightly. " I should've known you were sulking after killing that woman!" I could see his footsteps inching close to us. He grabbed me by my face pulling me up.

" And you trying to defend him for it!!" That's when he threw me up against the wall my back colliding with the glass mirror. I could hear it shattering against my skin as the Ragged blades cut into me. " you both are the weak ones!!" He pushed me harder into the glass. I sucked in a sharp breath.

He then let go was I dropped to the ground next he went over to Hyun-Su. " do you want to know something funny? Let me tell you the truth." He grabbed Hyun-Su face now. That was mixed in with anger towards the boy who he thought he trusted. His jaw was clenched as he bared his teeth.

" you didn't kill anyone."

Hyun-Su face quickly switched into confusion, face lighting a bit in disbelief. The boy then hit him and his hand turned into a sharp spear and jabbed it through Hyun-Su's stomach pushing him up against the wall. I could hear him groaning and grunting in pain.

" because that woman was me." The boy smiled Sinisterly laughing. Like he was having a flashback of what had happened. His eyes were Shown through the broken mirror as his face repeated by it his black eyes the dominant view as he laughed crazily.

He then pulled the spear-like thing out of Hyun-Su as he fell to the ground. I was in pain as I watched the mirror fall on him. His face had so much mixed emotions I couldn't tell what will happen. His fist balled up as the boy started to talk again.

" Nobody can leave!"

He shot at the car as gas leaked out from it. Creating sparks that reached the gas as it soon caught on fire sending the place in a blaze. He had cut the swinging chandelier as his hood up he walked over towards Hyun-Su but his hand soon shot out from underneath the mirror all covered in blood, sweat and dirt.

His fingers and arm twitch and began to bending on all different types of ways as more spear-like things Poked out of his skin. Sliding up with blood covering them. I watched him in horror as he began to transform.

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