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morganski-19 · 3 months

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The One with the Ring

(Woah, flashback. This takes place a month after Eddie moves in. Also, since Friends had a lot of flashback episodes, what would y’all like to see as a flashback for this au??)

Eddie stares at the box in his hands, knowing that it’s time. Knowing that he has to get rid of it. It’s useless now. It was barely useful a month ago. Now it was just sitting in his closet, taunting him.

He stands, leaving his room to find Steve sitting on Nancy’s couch with a magazine. “What are you doing here?”

Steve makes a face. “Walls are thin, Robin has a friend over, I lost my earplugs. And I wanted non-shitty coffee.” He takes a sip of the mug that was on the coffee table.

“Ah, makes sense.” Eddie stands there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. He’s still adjusting to this friend group, and he and Steve haven’t hung out one on one that much. For a reason. Eddie can’t trust himself yet.

Eddie walks over to the door, placing the ring box on the table while he puts on his jacket.

“Woah, is that a ring box?” Steve questions, not in a pressuring way. “Didn’t know you moved that fast, Munson.”

“Yeah well,” Eddie sighs. “Not going to be anywhere special anytime soon. About to go pawn it.”

Steve’s face falls. “Shit, sorry. I, I should have realized.” He sets down the magazine, standing and about to walk over to Eddie but decides against it. Instead choosing to lean against the back of the couch with his arms crossed. “Wanna talk about it?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. “We were together for three years. Long distance for the last six months. He got a new job, moved here, I had some things I had to take care of before I could move. I got it done faster than expected, thought I’d surprise him. Saw what I needed to see and left.”

“That fucking sucks. And you were going to propose?” Steve says it in a way that makes Eddie want to tell him everything. He can’t give his heart away just yet. But a friend, he could use that.

He nods, picking up the box and opening it. Looking at the ring he spent so long to pick out, making sure it was perfect. Too much effort for the wrong person. “Yeah. I was so sure he was it for me, but the universe has its way of fucking with me. This was just the latest edition.”

Steve walks over to the shoe rack, sliding off his sneakers and putting them on. He looks at Eddie expectantly. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Eddie looks at him confused.

“To the pawn shop, then the bar. You deserve a drink after what that asshole put you through.”

Eddie huffs. “Don’t remember when I invited you along.”

“You didn’t,” Steve shrugs. “But I know a great pawn shop that won’t stiff you if that’s worth anything good.”

Eddie gives in. “Ok then, lead the way.”

Steve wasn’t wrong. The pawn shop gave him a pretty good amount for the ring. Not as much as he paid for it, but at least comparable. And then Steve buys him a drink. Or three. Makes his day a little bit better.

“So, how’d you find that place?” Eddie asks.

Steve sighs. “You’re not the only one who bought a ring for a terrible person. Only difference is I didn’t know for a few months after I proposed.”

“Shit,” is all that Eddie can find to say.

“Yeah. Saw a message on her phone from her coworker. I’m not a jealous guy, well most of the time, but I had this feeling about him when I met him. He was so flirty and touchy, and she didn’t stop it. But I trusted her, look where that got me.” Steve takes a long sip of his beer. “Looking back, it wasn’t going to work out. We were fresh out of college and going different places. But I still hoped, you know.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, though. She didn’t deserve you.”

“And he didn’t deserve you either.”

“If I were lucky enough to get someone like you, I’d never do anything to let him go.” Eddie knows exactly the look that’s on his face, but he can’t stop it.

Steve smiles at him. “I could say the same thing about someone like you.”

Eddie has to look away before he does something stupid. Has to call it a day after he finishes his drink. They walk back to their building, saying goodbye when they get to their apartments. Eddie leaning on the door as it closes, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

He is so fucked.

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#some more lore for you all #morgan's friends au #steddie #pre relationship #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #friends au #stranger things au #ficlet #stranger things ficlet #flashback

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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london boy ! lando n. x ofc (alessandro sister!writer!ofc)

"they say 'home is where the heart is' but god i love the english."

summary: nicola grazia 'cola' alessandro just moved to britain after tilly wolff's newly opened publishing company hired her as an editor and writer, so what's a better way to get to know your new home than to tour the city with lando norris? OR everyone thinks that the mclaren driver is seeing someone... and he proved to everyone that he is- he just wouldn't show her face.

content warning: based on characters from the rush series (see masterlist), fluff, ion even know if lando's english, use of explicit language, "private but not secret" kind of relationship, colabebe is a private account, daniel ricciardo being a good brother-in-law?? events have taken place post-wedding series.

note: i have a different part already made for this and i made that shit first before the actual introduction to the characters/storyline 😭 my brain is in shambles rn sorry guys. cheers xx

masterlist

liked by landonorris, mateoales, loricciardo

landonorris put them damn dogs away dawg 😩🐶 liked by colabebe

colabebe ur the only one i can hear bitching about it 🤭

landonorris do you have one more room for a person to spoil loricciardo nora_alessandro jacquelinalessandro

mateoales no gtfo no british parasites allowed

danielricciardo have a brother-in-law who feeds off your chanel addiction ✅ liked by colabebe

colabebe have a sister-in-law who keeps an eye on your pregnant wife whenever you're away ✅

danielricciardo i agree ✅

hellonsite you should donate some for charity 🙌

colabebe didn't u call me poor back in elementary for my tattered shoes?

user1 girl bffr 💀

nora_alessandro and now you're few steps away from buying your own chanel bag tesoro 🥰 liked by colabebe

[translation: extremely grateful for the opportunity that was given to me by @wolffpublishing, and for that reason, i will continue to thrive in my journey as an editor and author. thank you so much! hello united kingdom!]

tagged wolffpublishing

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris, alex_albon

danielricciardo LETS GOOOOO !!!!! liked by colabebe

tillywolff welcome to the team nicola! ❤️ liked by colabebe

colabebe thank you so so so much tils!

landonorris i cant wait to play muse for you shawty 😭 liked by colabebe

colabebe bold of u to assume i'm not writing about alex_albon

alex_albon yeah i appreciate that and all but isn't that lando's youtube silver plaque on your shelf?

colabebe 👀

landonorris SO YOU WERE JUST SEDUCING ME SO YOU CAN TAKE THAT PLAQUE??? i was so convinced you didn't have ur eyes on it yet here i am 😐

mateoales disgusting comment by lando aside, i think you can sell that plaque at a pawn shop

landonorris STOP ENCOURAGING HER TEO

landonorris you can keep that plaque ig 🤠 liked and pinned by colabebe

colabebe hehehe <3

landonorris its like i never win against any of you alessandros

loricciardo don't lie- you always get your way with me

landonorris so does she???

loricciardo she's my sister mate 🧐

georgerussell63 ur sister sent some wine in ur new flat. congrats! liked by colabebe

colabebe do you think u and her can send another one bc me and lando emptied it already 🙂

georgerussell63 i'm just a boyfriend, not jesus.

colabebe posted a story !!!

liked by carlossainzjr, georgerussell63, loricciardo

user1 your plaque and YOUR WHAT? 😟😳

landonorris did i stutter?

user2 i didnt know u have rizz like that 😱 liked by landonorris

georgerussell63 baffled. did you seriously just bring her in your office instead of actually touring london??? smh norris

landonorris absolutely not 😠 she went paddington shopping and to the places that had the sorting hat and everything 😤 i dont like these accusations george william russell

user3 oh no, no-rizz used the full name RUN PRINCE GEORGE🏃‍♀️

carlossainzjr i hate that 👌 thing lando so much liked by landonorris

landonorris sorry babe

carlossainzjr its okay babe

user4 arent we all worried the drivers know who she is?

user5 we? whos we? i like the chaos in the comments idk why u crying about it 🥰

danielricciardo i hope you can still attend the family dinner after calling her a thief 😇

landonorris she likes me so much she wouldn't dare uninvite me

user6 what if lando's dating one of daniel's in-law? 🤔

user7 YES QUEEN BE DELULU I LIKE THAT 🤤

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yamada-ryo · 4 months

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Thoughts on Disco Elysium:

Went into the game completely blind other than the obvious "inner speech characterisation" thing and the following

The game calls you a centerist if you don't pick a political stance

Our lucky racist will grant you 3 wishes

Lamby

There's something with this Cuno kid

Drove his own car into the sea

Kim Kimball Kitsuragi

And that's it

Thoughts:

Grabbed the horrific necktie so quick I didn't even do the skill check and was wondering why the tie wasn't speaking to me

I thought the inner monolouge voice was his actual voice. Until the karaoke part.

Loved how the game lets you call yourself Raphael as an option at every point in the game despite multiple characters calling him Harry. I never once made him call himself Harry.

I didn't believe the ex wife thing one bit. Still don't. Genuinely think it's just part of his mind acting up. After all if he forgot everything how can I trust that this one supposed memory of his is real

Didn't drink or use speed at all. Bought one pack of smokes just to set the paint on fire.

Didn't go after any women because I thought he was homosexual by default and was wondering when I could romance Kim (didn't know homosexuality had to be unlocked first)

^also why I didn't buy the ex wife thing one bit. That and half light insisting that I don't pursue the thought

"A major part of being a communist is arguing with other communists"

The part about the game developer being fired from his own company

Died in the chair about 5 times because I didn't know the number above the health bars was the number of heals I had at the time (2) and not an indicator of my maximum health (also 2). Also didn't know how to heal

Bought about 20-25 health pills just to tank the ruby encounter only for her to run away before I used most of it

Lady who bought the pawned gun straight up didn't spawn. Like I could hear the police sirens at the spot where she was supposed to be but there was no one there

I thought Kim would get shot no matter what but apparently not. Raphael got shot in the leg and Kim was hit on the head

Softlocked myself from the ice cream maker machine and had to forget a skill to retry it

Didn't buy any dice or sneakers or speakers

Didn't know it at the time but I learnt indirect modes of taxation and had the +1 shoes on so I was getting 2 real every time I talked to someone and had more money than I ever needed

Gym guy (sunday friend's friend) actually noticed I was wearing the hat I knicked from his room which was cool

There is no way Cunoesse's last name is actually "vittu"

Royalty free alternate universe Karl Marx

Measurehead finally got off the gangway and it turns out you can't even press the button. And the box behind him there all this time only had 1.10 real in it. SAD!

The fact that there even is an option to shoot Cunoesse

Was hoping Kim would wear the matching PISSFAGGOT jacket (he didn't)

Ran about shoeless on the first day. Found the balcony shoe just before debreifing with Kim. Then found the shoe in the starting room.

Thought there would be more to Contact Mike but no Raphael just confuses one poor girl about it

Didn't buy the map until day 3 and didn't figure out how fast travel worked until day 5

Is the expression rigor mortis? Did he have The Expression during all that? Even the gunfight?

The pawn shop owner is the only character that responds to you having a torch in your hand. Also cool detail where if the cursor is in front of Raphael the torch will shine in the direction of the cursor

Paid 20 real for the motel room first thing in the morning before I realised I had free accomodation for the night at the pier

Not much to say about the harbour since my screen fucking died

#test

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queerdiazs · 4 months

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some of my personal fav eddie hcs 🫶🏼

he's the oldest cousin and only boy so he doesn't know what it's like to have any older siblings, but when he met hen and chimney, he felt for the first time what it was like to be taken care of as a younger brother and he's never ever going to take it for granted

it took him a while to grieve his wife, but eventually he brings shannon's things out of storage and puts them out all over the house. sometimes it hurts, but it's all worth it when he gets to answer his son's questions about where the eccentric iron armadillo came from

when shannon found out she was pregnant, she told eddie and they decided to run away. it was fun while it lasted, but eventually they ran out of money and had to return home. he'll forever treasure those few weeks they had together; it was their happiest time.

shannon loved music, so when he's missing her he'll put on the songs she liked and dance all over the house with christopher

he LOVES watching movies at the theater and often goes alone in the mornings after he drops chris off at school. he stops at the dollar store first and get snacks and puts them in his boots to sneak them in

he's queer (it's easier than explaining the complexities of being bi and on the ace spectrum) and he's known since he was 20 years old. it wasn't a sudden realization; it hit him slowly, like snow falling one by one. he's comfortable in his queerness and he has support from his family.

he wore his wedding ring even after shannon died. he lost it, though, and he went to a pawn shop to buy another one, and then buried it next to her grave when he finally felt ready to let her go

what sold him on the 118 after graduating the academy was how hard bobby fought for him without even knowing him. he didn't have to prove himself. it was nice.

he doesn't want anymore children. he didn't even want christopher, honestly, but it takes two to tango and shannon was excited and he was, too, even though it took him a while to wrap his head around the idea of being a dad.

bobby and buck are his emergency contacts.

he used to wear his abuelo's boots because the man was a real-life cowboy and eddie wanted to grow up to be just like him

he used to love thunderstorms but after buck's accident he doesn't like them much anymore + listens to music when it's late and the thunder's too loud

he has his childhood dog's name tattooed on his leg

his favorite flower is magnolias. he likes dark chocolate covered strawberries and buys two dozen for himself every valentine's day. he brews his own sweet tea. he leaves his tomatoes on the windowsill to sun and ripen further.

bobby's like a dad to him, the kind he deserved

he had a little crush on linda when he was at dispatch (and buck LOVED it)

he loves buck, like that, but his heart's big enough for more than buck buckley and he's enjoyed every relationship he's had that led him and buck to one another

when buck proposes and they start planning their wedding, he turns into bridezilla. groomzilla?

he is a sassy dude. his mouth gets him in trouble sometimes, but he says stuff so dryly and blandly people look over it. it drives chim up the wall.

he dances with maddie at her and chim's wedding, and jee-yun, too, who stands on his shoes

he tries really hard to be normal when christopher starts dating, but it's hard when it's the kid of abbie jean gentry, pta president and eddie's sworn enemy

he visits shannon's grave often and talks with her. she's dead but he isn't gone, not when he can see her in their son's smile and hear her in their son's laughter, and he likes to tell her what chris is up to even though he's pretty sure she's watching

he loves cartoons. LOVES them, i'm so serious. i can't stress enough how INTO cartoons he is, okay.

buck said kissed him first and decided they were going on a date. eddie went batshit, didn't go to the date because he was making a list of all the reasons why he and buck shouldn't be together, and buck finds him in his kitchen and he's pissy, and eddie shows him in the list, and on it there's 'buck keeps his loft on 68. cold.' and 'buck uses too much onion powder' and 'buck doesn't wear socks to bed and he sticks his cold feet on me' and buck just laughs and laughs and laughs because they're terrible for each other, kinda, but that's what makes them perfect for each other, too. losers.

his favorite color is green and when apple came out with a green iphone he was so excited he squealed

he's a fan of country music. not that new age, jason aldean, toby keith did to country music what pantyhose did to fingerfucking type shit, but the real country music, full of outlaws and rebels and rednecks. it's one of his roman empires.

his favorite movies are twister, titanic, without a paddle, dirty dancing, and dazed and confused

patrick swayze in roadhouse was his Awakening

he enjoys sex, even with the people he had one night stands with, and doesn't care whether he tops or bottoms because it feels good regardless. he does tend to lean toward the (soft) dominant side of things, which his partners respond to beautifully

he was born 31 october 1991

he was held back a grade in middle school to give him another year of eligibility of playing baseball in high school

he was a member of ffa, held office as sentinel all throughout high school, and supports the organization still. chris is in 4h, but the high school he wants to go to has an active ffa program and eddie's really excited about it

he's soft and so full of love he doesn't know what to do with it sometimes. it just spills out of him, splashing at his feet and flooding everybody around him. he doesn't hold it in anymore because he likes the way people respond to him when they realize he's sharing his love, all smiles and acceptance and unconditional love in response

#under a cut because it got LONG #this has been in my drafts for. three months now i believe?#been adding to it every once in a while and there's SO much more i haven't added but phew this is a start #eddie diaz #911 #amanda talks #my hcs

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ghoulsbian · 4 months

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Do you have some general Mayu hcs? Our girl doesn't get the rep she deserves :3

yesss!! i sure do!!

• mayu is a collector of oddities (bones, preserved animals, etc.)... i think she goes to a specifically ghoul-owned oddity shop that sells human-centered oddities... like preserved organs/body parts and human bones and whatnot. they decorate her apartment.

• i personally headcanon her to be a transfem enby who uses she/it pronouns. she's also a lesbian and has known she's a lesbian for a long time. she takes particular pleasure in men's suffering bc she hates them lmaooo.

• she has a very unique sense of style. it's certainly alternative but i feel like it's a big mixture of all sorts of alternative subcultures. her favorite kind of clothing items are shoes and she has a sizable shoe collection. the majority are heeled or platformed. she does have a few pairs of flat sneakers i think, though.

• we know most of her victims are her dominatrix clients... i think she steals their watches, wedding rings and whatever's valuable off of them when she's done with them. she makes pretty decent money nowadays but it's a habit she picked up from when she first started out to make more money buy pawning them off. i think nowadays she keeps them more as trophies though, or she keeps them around in case she ends up poor again and needs to pawn them off to get some money to remain housed and whatnot lol. definitely steals their wallets and money still too.

• her nails are always neatly manicured and painted but she never gets acrylics for.... lesbian purposes.

• i think she is afraid of dogs because i feel like it's pretty implied that she was impoverished and/or homeless as a child, and i headcanon she had a nasty run in with dogs chasing her as a child that really traumatized her.

• she really enjoys metal, hardcore and punk music. she's a frequenter of local shows at her favorite venues. aside from when harvesting men's testicles, in the mosh pit is one of the times she feels the most alive.

• i think she is very artistic. art is her favorite way to express her emotions. i feel like painting is her preferred medium, but she also really likes collaging. she collects old magazines a lot to cut things out of them for her collages.

• she got rid all photos from her childhood. she hates that part of her life and wants any evidence of it ever happening destroyed. never opens up to anyone about it... until getting close with rize.

• her kagune bloomed pretty late!! i can't remember what age it's typical for ghouls' kagunes to present but hers happened after than typical time.

hope these will be good :3

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon #tokyo ghoul:re #tokyo ghoul re #mayu tg #nutcracker tg #mayu tg headcanon #nutcracker headcanon

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repurpose-yourself · 1 year

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The Unwanted Gift - Fitting the Outcast

Things had taken a turn for the worse. For a year I had been watching over a pawn shop I had been sold to, waiting high up on a shelf and even praying for a guy to buy me. I wanted purpose. I wanted to be saved from this pathetic existence.

I have come to terms with who I am, merely a vessel for size 14 feet. I know without a man's feet, I am useless. I have also made peace with the fact this whole situation was my fault, misplacing trust in a man who gladly took my money.

Never expecting to see this cash master again, after he offloaded me to this pawn shop a year ago, I was surprised to see him wall through the door. He had another pair of kicks, ones I am sure were living. The same excuse was given - they were the wrong color. He said the same of me.

I gave him everything. He ignored my plight and managed to make money off me one more time because I disappointed him.

Fucked up, really. But giving up my humanity left me at his mercy. And now, at the mercy of the pawn shop owner. With a new pair of size 14 kicks, I was removed from the display and thrown in the back. I guess spending a year not being sold wasn't good for business.

Again, fucked up. But the owner didn't know better. As far as he was concerned, I was nothing more than a pair of shoes. He didn't know I was living.

What worried me was I knew what might happen now that my worth had been doubted. Often, clothing that didn't sell met their end in the trash or were simply burned. Both options made me shutter... at least if I could shutter, I would have.

When all hope was lost, the pawn shop owner walked into the back room and picked me up. I thought it was time. Rather, he brought me to the front counter and dropped me before a large man.

"If you like them, they're 10 bucks even. I just need them gone," the pawn shop owner said.

The hulking man looked down at my two shoe bodies and smiled, "These are so unique. If they fit, I'll take them."

Was this my lifeline? I hoped it was. This man wasn't a looker by any means. If anything, he reminded me of... well, me. An outcast. Someone who didn't fit in. A man who didn't belong.

To a degree, it was like looking in a mirror. I couldn't be handsome like the cash master that destroyed my life. But as a pair of shoes, I could become beautiful. Though, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That fucker didn't like me but maybe this man would be different.

His large hand hooked the heels of my existence, effortlessly lifting me into the air. I hung by his hip as he walked over to a chair. Upon sitting down, he gently placed me on the floor next to his big feet.

The hightops on both sides of me had seen better days. Scuffs and scratches covered nearly every surface. A masculine smell escaped from inside. These things had been through hell.

The large man kicked both shoes off, unleashing the full extent of his smell, "I hope you last at least five years like these. My daily kicks need to be retired."

Without ceremony, I watched his right foot jam itself into my body. It forced me to conform to his desires, which I happily agreed to, even if it hurt a bit. The sweaty black socked foot locked itself inside me, the wide appendage pushing my sides out. The flat sole hammered the slight arch my insole had.

Then came the left foot.

With the manly rank feet inside me, my laces were tied up and soon he was standing. The weight of the world had rested upon me. It was the first time supporting a man. Agony best describes what I was feeling. His body demanded obedience and I would offer it no matter the cost.

His toes wiggled inside me before he rocked back and forth. A few jarring stomps elicited a satisfied grunt. He walked up to the counter and pulled out a 10 dollar bill, then dropped it on the surface.

"I found my new shoes," he said, nodding at the owner and turning away.

My treads squealed against the floor, torqued painfully in the process. At times I screamed internally but he would never know and his feet certainly didn't care. He strolled up to his old shoes and picked them up. Once outside, he tossed them in the trash and proceeded towards his beat up truck.

That old pair of shoes served its purpose. And now that need shifted to me. Every fiber of my being would be necessary to accommodate this large man. But I couldn't be happier.

Finally, I had my purpose once again...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #consensual tf #shoe tf

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ninjago-forever · 3 months

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Ninternia: The Ultimate Elemental

Labyrinth Under Lyra

"What I don't get is how an ancient artifact is hiding in the most high-tech city in Ninternia. I mean, just look at the place!" Ren said, gesturing at the floating planters, flying cars, and drones.

"I'm hoping that's what this man will tell us," Atalie replied, studying a holo map. "Ju told me he'd know where it is, though we may have to pay for the information."

"This the place?" Churro asked, hooking a finger at a small pawn shop. Its sign read "Incognito" on it in a fancy golden script. The windows were full of shiny objects, each clamouring for attention. A sound like a cash register announced them opening the door.

"Welcome to Incognito, where the prices are so low, it's a steal. I'm Inieto the thief, I mean, chief of the store. How can I help you?" The lively voice belonged to a middle aged man with rust colored hair hiding under under a wide brimmed hay. He had a brown, darting eye, and a unique looking eye patch. His orange, brown, and grey-green clothes were a strange combination that somehow worked. He looked a bit like a futuristic pirate.

"Hi, we're looking for-" started Katara.

"Say no more! You're looking for a pair of die that roll themselves."

"No." she said.

"A mouth brow?"

"No, and what is that anyways?"

"I've got it! A glow-in-the-dark lamp!"

"No! And isn't that what lamps do?" Katara said exasperatedly.

"Well, if you're not buying, are you selling?" Inieto gave her a once over. "Thirty bucks for the armbands. What are they called?"

Katara looked like she was about to punch him. Clay looked like he was worried she was going to punch him. Ren was trying not to laugh. Khan had given up and was full blown cracking up. Jaya, Churro, Atalie, and Cyrus just looked out of place.

Clay stepped forward before Katara could do anything. "Actually, we're looking for a place. Ancient, booby trapped, probably in the sewer system, sound familiar?"

"And as far as I know, she just calls them her armbands," Ren added, only to get stared at. "What?" He asked a question. "It'd be rude to leave him hanging."

"An important question too," Inieto said. "A flashy name is half the reason people buy stuff. I'm going to call them technobands."

"They're. Not. For Sale." Katara growled.

Atalie jumped in this time. "Inieto, a man named Ju sent us here, do you have what we need?"

"Oh Ju, Why didn't you say so?" He asked. "Pay up." Atalie sighed, but slid a stack of bills across the counter. Inieto picked them up, and set them in the cash register.

"I have a couple assistants who can take you," he said, slipping into the back. Ren looked around the cluttered shop while they waited. The windows had most of the interesting stuff. Small trinkets like keychains and magnets lined the first few isles, and decorated the counter. There was also some jewelry inside the glass case. Shelves towards the back were stacked with plain cardboard boxes, some open, other's taped closed. Ren was just about to take one down when Inieto returned with a pair of ragged looking kids.

The first was a boy of average height, and dark hair and eyes. He wore mismatched sneakers, torn jeans, and a beat up hoodie. He studied them with a sharp intelligence, and carried a book about religion, covered in doodles of a kid with an arrow on his head, and a man with a weird hat and potted plant.

The second was a shorter girl with messy brown hair with red and blond highlights. She had bright hazel eyes and those kind of cheeks you just wanted to squeeze. Despite the fact that she probably had as much money as her friend, her clothes were somewhat nicer. At the very least, her shoes matched, and her short dress wasn't torn, though her leggings were.

"You know where to go." Inieto the kids. "Good luck tourists. It's a strange place you're looking for."

"This is it," the girl said, stopping at a huge arched entrance branching the main sewer. The kids, had taken them to the back of the store, then down a manhole cover. Ren had lost all sense of direction as they'd wandered through the twisting pipes, but he did know he wished he was back up a the surface with Atalie and Churro. It stank down here.

"Careful, the walls are hard to see in there," her companion said vaugely.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Khan asked as they watched the couple walk away.

"Like the mind, the labyrinth has many obstacles obscuring the center, both physical and not. The truth can lead there," Cyrus stated.

"Sorry, huh?" Ren asked. Apparently the nindroid had been reading an inscription above the entrance.

"What is that supposed to mean? Why can't people just give us straight forward warnings!?" Khan complained.

"To keep out people who don't think, like you," Katara replied. The others laughed at that. Well, except for Cyrus. He didn't have much of a sense of humor.

"Well, come on. We'll figure out the warning as we go," Clay said.

"Left or right?" Jaya asked.

"Left, I'm a maze champion, so know what I'm doing" Ren bragged.

"Lead the way then," Jaya told him. He went straight in, choosing each turn without much thought. The others followed, no questions asked, trusting him to lead them to the center.

I knew I could impress her! Fake it till you make it right? Even though I have no clue where we're going... Maybe I should-

"Ow!" Ren shouted, jumping back and causing a bit of a pile up.

"What happened?" Clay asked, hauling Katara up.

"There's some sort of block up ahead." Ren rubbed his forehead. It'd felt weird, like someone had stabbed his mind, but the wasn't possible, right?

"What are you talking about?" said Khan, walking forward. "There's nothi- AH!" He suddenly clutched his head, and scrambled backwards.

"You were saying?" Katara smirked.

"This is most likely what the inscription was referring to when it said 'both physical and not.' Not all the walls we can see," Cyrus observed.

"So that's what the boy meant!" Clay exclaimed.

"I'll take the front," Jaya said, "No reason for you to get zapped twice."

"No! I, uh, I'm fine!" Ren responded in a rush. "Didn't even feel it!"

"Are you sure?" she asked, concerned.

"Of course!" he answered.

Even though I now have pounding headache, but the look she gave me was all worth it...

After another ten or so run ins with invisible walls, Ren was beginning to think otherwise. The maze had already spun him around so many times, he couldn't lead them out if he tried. As for the see through barriers... well, whoever had come up with them certainly had an imagination. Some of them attacked his mind like the first, but others were just impassable. A couple of them even managed to shock him.

"I'm the Guardian of Lightning," he moaned the second time this happened. "How come I can be electrocuted?"

"Most likely because you have yet to unlock your powers," Cyrus stated.

"I knew that," Ren grumbled, taking a left at random.

"You sure you're okay?" Clay asked worriedly.

"Of course!" Ren replied faking a smile. "I've fought against gangs, and a bunch of other stuff. No pain, no gain, right?"

"When did you do that?" Khan raised a brow.

"Oh I've been protecting the innocent my whole life," he bragged. "Even before Sensei finished my formal training, he been sending me out on missions and whatnot."

"Huh, he never did that with me," said Katara skeptically.

"Maybe you weren't good enough, no offense" he added in a rush. He got the distinct impression she could beat him.

"Maybe you could give me some pointers, Jaya suggested.

"I'd love too!" Ren exclaimed, grinning.

"How about after we get the hilt?" Clay interrupted." You're a maze champion too. Are we almost to the center?"

Oh yeah, I forget I said that. Uh... This way feels right-

"I believe we came from there," said Cyrus.

"I was, um, just, uh, testing. You. Yeah." Ren lied haltingly, only to receive some strange looks. He gave them an awkward smile, but winced as he turned away.

Maybe I should just come clean...

No, they believe me, and they like me.

Jaya likes me.

They think I'm a hero, not some nerdy junkyard boy who's only good at video games.

It's what I always wanted, why ruin it?

"Dead end," Khan noted as they reached a wall of solid stone. They began retracing their steps, Ren now in the back, only to find an extremely confused Katara, who had been in the back now turned front.

"This wasn't here before, right?" she asked, gesturing to a wall blocking their path.

"Correct, I do not recall a wall at this location." Cyrus set his hands on the barrier. "I may be missing many of my functions, but my memory is perfectly intact."

"Hm... I wonder if..." Clay trailed off as he kneeled down, and set his bare hand against the floor. Since unlocking, he'd stopped wearing gloves. "I... wow..."

"What?" Jaya wondered.

He got back to his feet, running a hand through his hair as he looked around. "I'm not sure how, but the maze is changing. I can't sense it clearly, but I can definitely feel movement."

"Excuse me, but I thought you said you could feel movement." Khan interrupted.

"I did," Clay replied." The walls are changing spots as we're standing here. Whatever path we took to get here is gone now."

"Okay, I need a break." Ren sat down putting his head between his knees. "HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF HERE!?!"

"You okay?" Jaya asked him.

Calm down Ren.

Don't undo the progress you've made.

"I'm good, just doing, uh, vocal exercises!" he improvised. "Studies show they help the, um, thinking process!"

"Huh, I didn't know that," she said.

"Well, questionable science studies aside, does anyone remember what the inscription said?" Katara said.

"Like the mind, the labyrinth has many obstacles obscuring the center, both physical and not. The truth can lead you there," Cyrus recited.

"I thought we already figured that out." Khan complained " It was talking about the invisible walls."

"There could be a deeper meaning," Jaya commented.

Katara, who had scratched the riddle out on the floor with a blade hidden in her arm-er technoband, said, "I want to know what the first part means. Why compare a labyrinth to a mind?"

"Maybe because they're both... Uh, confusing?" Ren guessed.

"Very helpful" Khan said, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Well, I don't see you coming up with anything" Ren countered.

"Guys..." Jaya warned, and with that, they both shut up.

"Perhaps he's on to something," Cyrus mused. "It can take awhile for people to trust others and admit the truth." Ren coughed, averting his face.

"So what you're saying is, to get through the maze, we have to be our true selves, " Khan said incredoulusly. "What does that even mean?"

"Maybe we just have to admit something we usually wouldn't." his sister said, standing up. "My name is Jaya Lenori, and... I'm tired of living in my brother's shadow." She gave Khan an apologetic look. His lips twisted in a strange way, and he avoided her gaze. Before any of them could say anything a turquoise light flashed, leaving a force field hovering an inch or so off Jaya's skin

"Huh," she said, tapping the sheilding. "I guess it worked."

Clay straightened, "I'm Clay Brooks, and... I'm sort of addicted to cake. To the point where I refused to eat anything else for six months when I was a kid." Orange light the same color as his powers flashed. The others stared at him as he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Okay then," Khan blinked. "The name's Khan Lenori, and I'll admit I should.... er, think more?" His shielding was red.

"You think?" Katara teased, only for him to swat her with a laugh.

Cyrus looked thoughtful for a moment before he said, "I am called Cyrus Julian, and... Rali makes me feel... strange." A white light enveloped the nindroid.

"We're going to talk about that later" Khan grinned. "Your turn Kat."

Katara bit her lip. "My name is Katara Anakari, and... fire is my greatest weakness?" She looked relieved when a silver light poured over her.

"Too bad you're hanging around the Master of Fire then," Khan smirked.

"You mean Guardian," Jaya corrected.

"But master sounds cooler!" he complained. As the sibilings argued Clay turned to Ren, who had been staying quiet for a change, and was huddled on the floor in the slim hope he wouldn't have to do this.

"Your turn," the older boy told him.

Just great The ONE time I want to be ignored, I'm not. How ironic.

"I, uh, can't think of anything," he muttered, hugging his legs to his chest.

"Just say your greatest fear or something," Katara advised.

"I'm afraid of... dying?" he tried, but it sounded like a question.

"I do not believe that counts," Cyrus observed.

"Come on, there has to be something," Khan said. "Embarressing school story? A really weird dream?"

"We won't judge you if that's what you're worried about," Jaya added.

"I- I don't know..." Ren averted his eyes.

Katara raised a brow, then shot a look at Clay. He nodded and grabbed Cyrus while she got Khan, and they dragged them several turns away.

"Hey! What are you-" Khan started.

"Oh, shut up," Katara told him.

Great, we're alone. Thanks Katara.

About five minutes ago, this would've thrilled him, but now? He couldn't think of anything he wanted less.

"Um... I just, uh, wanted to apologize if Khan, er intimidates you or anything." Jaya mumbled. "But you've fought gangs and whatnot, so I guess that wouldn't bother you..."

"Yeah," Ren winced.

"What I'm trying to say is that I think you're pretty cool, and having a weakness or something won't make me think any less of you," she finished.

This is what I wanted.

I did all this so she'd like me.

So why aren't I happy?

Because you didn't do it right.

She likes the guy you pretended to be not who you are.

Why did I do this?

Now I'm holding the whole team back.

Jaya caught the look on his face "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if-" "

"Stop, just... stop," Ren interrupted, "I'm the one who needs to apologize."

"For what?" she frowned.

He took a deep breath. "When I saw you in the courtyard that night, I was convinced you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. The more I've gotten to know you though, I've realized you're a lot more than pretty. You're smart, strong, thoughtful, and so many other amazing things that... that I'm not. I didn't think you'd ever like me so... I made up a bunch of stuff to impress you." He dropped his eyes, unable to look at her out of shame. "The truth is... I'm just a boy from a poor family, that grew up on a junkyard. Sensei never gave me missions or anything. The only thing I'm really good at is playing video games." He shut his eyes, waiting for how she'd take his confession.

"So... Almost everything you've told me was a lie?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you. It wasn't fair or right," he answered, glancing up at her.

She shook her head. "Ren... I don't even know what to think right now, let alone say. I never... I can't believe... Even if..." She looked at him helplessly.

".... it's... it's okay," he replied and as he said it, he realized he meant it. "This, none of this, is your fault. It's mine, and I'll have to live with it, try to make up for it. And, for what it's worth, I still really like you, and... I hope that, maybe someday you might feel the same way about me." As the last word left his lips, Ren threw his head back, a wave of perfect clarity crashing over him. He could sense the electrical impulses in his body, in Jaya's, even the others who weren't anywhere nearby. He could feel the electrical walls, and all the power running the city above them.

"Whoa, wh-what's going on?" Jaya stammered." Your eyes are... Glowing. Are you okay?"

Khan chose that exact moment to storm in, followed closely by the others. "Okay, that's long enough, What's-" He noticed Ren's glowing eyes. "Oh, come on! I can't believe you of all people, unlocked before I did."

Clay cracked a grin. "Welcome to the club buddy."

Ren smiled, but still felt overwhelmed by all he could see energy surging around him. He his friends, still covered by various colored shields (his was yellow), but he also saw lines of white light zipping day their bodies. It was like...

Oh duh, it's electricity. I'm such an idiot

He quickly glanced around. Then he saw it. A symbol floating several feet off the floor set in a glowing wall that hadn't been there before. He reached out to touch it.

"What are you doing?" Cyrus asked unable to see the wall.

"You can't see the symbol? It looks like a circle of lightning bolts," Ren said. As soon as his fingers brushed it, he felt as if he had to do something. He visualized a surge of power, and felt the energy gather at his finger tips, then it burst into the wall.

"What symbol are you- "Khan started, but then was cut off as the formerly invisible wall flared with blue light. "Oh. That one."

"Look, there are lines leading this way," Katara noticed, heading down the passage way. Ren shook his head as the light faded from his eyes, and the world returned to normal. He couldn't sense or see the electricity anymore, but he did feel it pulsing within him, especially in his hands. He touched his thumb and index finger together, and flinched at the resulting jolt of power.

I'm going to have to be careful with this, he grinned. He noticed Jaya giving him a strange look.

"What?" he asked, feeling uncertain.

"I still don't know what to think about you, but..." she tilted her head. "Want to race?"

"You're on!" He grinned, breaking into a run the same time she did.

"Hey, wait for me!" Clay laughed, chasing after them. Soon enough they were all racing through the maze, teasing and taunting each other even Cyrus and Khan.

"I win," Katara gasped, skidding to a stop in the center of labyrinth.

"Not... Fair," Khan panted.

"How?" his sister asked, running in.

"I'll... figure it... out... later" he muttered between gulps of air. Ren laughed as he looked around. They were standing in a room similar to the one the scabbard had been in, except it was circular. The walls were once again carved and decorated with various symbols, and the hilt was on a dias in the center of the room. It was silver with alternating strips of black and blue leather padding the handle. The pommel looked like a leaf or claw grasping the bottom of the sword, and the crossguard was slanted, encircling two, small, sapphires on either end. Where a blade would usually be, there was a slot, waiting for the next piece.

"So... do we just grab it and run again, hoping it doesn't collapse, or does someone have a plan?" Clay asked,

Cyrus walked over to it."I am not sure if- oh, that works." Ren had pried a gemstone the same size out of the wall, and switched it with the hilt in one quick move.

"I figured if there was a trap, it'd be triggered by a pressure plate, so I just did the same thing we did to get pass the last vault." He muttered. "It's no biggie."

"It was smart," Katara complimented. "Now let's head back to the Temple. We got two of the pieces this time, we'll get the rest soon."

It was well past midnight when the exhausted Guardians, and their guides, stumbled into the Temple. Only five days had passed since they'd left for Diamond Canyon, but it felt like so much longer.

The drive back had been sort of uncomfortable since Ren has taken the opportunity to confess. Clay, Katara, and Cyrus had all forgiven him, but Khan wasn't happy, and Jaya... Well, she wasn't talking to him, which hurt, but he knew he deserved it. At the end of the day though it was good to be back. The Temple wasn't home exactly, yet it was a place they could relax, regroup, recharge, and plan their next journey.

"You made it!" R.A.L.I. welcomed them, having stayed at the Temple of Elements to watch over it while Ju was gone. "Did you retrieve the scabbard and hilt?"

"We did," Atalie said, pulling the scabbard off her back while Churro pulled the hilt out of his pack. As the three of them studied them, the teenagers stumbled in, the boys falling asleep on the first available surface they found, except for Cyrus, who joined the blade study group, while the girls brought the bags to their respective rooms.

I should help her but... would she want me to?

After a moment's indecision, Ren dragged himself off the couch and grabbed a backpack, and duffel bag out of Jaya's hands.

"Let me help you." He said, but when she frowned, he barreled on. "Look, I get that you're mad at me, and you have every right to be, but you have to be as tired as I am, and I can't let you carry our stuff inside by yourself."

A corner of her mouth twitched. "Both of those bags are mine. I just wanted to unpack before going to sleep, like Katara is. Your stuff is over there with the rest of the guys' things."

"Oh! l, uh..." Ren blushed, handing her the bags. "Sorry, I just..."

"It's fine," Jaya told him. "If you want to help, you could grab Khan's pack." He nodded, and grabbed her brother's stuff, following her to the room she and Khan shared.

"Why's this so heavy?" He groaned.

"Hair products."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

He shook his head in amazement as he set it all down on bedroom floor, looking around in curiosity. He noticed that most of the room seemed to be done in Khan's taste. There was a bunk bed, just like his and Clay's room, with red sheets on the bottom and blue on the top. One of the walls were painted a bright crimson, with mirrors, posters, and shelves filled with random knickknacks. There was a guitar with an amp sitting in corner, and video recording equipment in another. The only thing that was out of place was a worktable by the door in several books about mechanics, and some new looking parts and tools.

"Is this... yours?" Ren asked, picking up a screwdriver and messing with some of the stuff.

"Yeah, inventing's always interested me. We used to run a blacksmith stop, but I've been trying to learn the more technical stuff," she said. "I'm sort of stuck though."

Ren showed her a spinning propeller he'd hooked up to an engine. "I could teach you, if you want. I picked up some stuff from my dad."

"I'd... like that," she said, reaching for the little fan, but their fingers caught. Ren froze, not sure what to do. To his surprise she set his invention down, and shifted her fingers so that they twined with his. He looked at her a question he was too shy to ask shining in his baby blue eyes.

"I... I've thought about... everything, and I want you to know... I feel the same way," she said slowly, "but... with everything that's happening, I don't know if I'm ready for a serious relationship, y'know?"

Ren paused, taking in her words, hardly daring to believe what she was saying. "What if... what if we just try it? We can take it slow if you want."

Jaya smiled, the moonlight from the window making her hair shine with silvery light. "I was hoping you'd say that." She closed her ocean blue eyes, and leaned forward.

OH.

MY.

ELEMENTS.

IS SHE ABOUT TO-

Shut up, he told himself, closing his eyes.

BOOM

At the loud noise, they jumped apart a second before their lips touched. Exchanging a glance, they both slipped out of the bedroom, heading to the living room, where they were met with a bizarre sight. Atalie was in a fighting stance, holding the hilt like she'd forgotten it was missing a blade, while Cyrus had his hands raised, and Churro had fallen off his chair then rolled the table with R.A.L.I. Khan, who had been sleeping on a stood at the counter jolted awake only to trip on Clay's suitcase at his feet. Speaking of the Earth Guardian, he was holding the coffee table above his head, facing the recently, slammed open front door along with everyone else.

Standing on the threshold was a little girl dressed in a black gi, and cape embroidered with a twisting emerald dragon the the same verdant hue of her eyes, the only color she had. Her skin was ghostly pale, and her braided hair was as dark as night. She was ragged, her clothes torn and unkept, her face dirty, her hair a mess, and her expression was hard, cold, unreadable. Ren decided she looked like a cross between a vampire princess, and a zombie ninja, or, in other words, scary, unnatural, and dangerous.

"Soran's been captured," she said in a voice that sounded far too adult-like for a kid.

"Who?" Ren asked, completely confused.

#ninternia #shadow kaida #clay brooks #ren walker #jaya lenori #khan lenori #cyrus julian #ninjago fanfic

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hey!! this is chance and here’s week 5’s prompt. your oc suddenly gets transported to a mall. what store(s) would they go in? would they buy anything? what would they think? tell me about the experience.

Mmm interesting.

I'll be referring to my OC Lienfang, from the book I am currently releasing serially on Wattpad: The Dragon Prince's Consort.

Fang grew up extremely poor. Her parents did their best, but when her mother got hurt working in construction the company decided to terminate her instead of pay out the worker's comp. Her father got sick and through some underhanded bureaucratic nonsense the Federation denied him insurance benefits, so he slowly wasted away and died. Eventually Fang's mother also passed, leaving Fang alone and burdened with her parents' debt, which she tried to work off for years with no success. She just fell deeper and deeper into the pit, occasionally homeless and eventually moving to the Drassian Empire to try to start over, where she gets into trouble with a certain extremely wealthy young fella whose older brother is a complete dick.

Now that she's with Valen, the titular Dragon Prince, she's loaded. Just SOME of her clothes are worth millions, which Valen made sure of in the event that he can release her from her contract - that way she'll have more than enough stuff she can pawn for cash with plenty left over.

Before, Fang would have just gone into a mall to look around and maybe get warm. She might have had a few coins in her pocket, but probably not enough to buy a pack of gum, let alone food that isn't compressed protein rations and vitamin tablets. Now that she's Valen's concubine, though, there's literally NOTHING she can't afford to buy at least a hundred of. In the novel (I really need to get used to calling my 'stories' novels) Valen takes her to the highest of the high-end shopping avenues and takes her first to a master robe-maker and proceeds to spend about six million on Fang's wardrobe. To start. Gowns, stockings, leggings, tunics, riding kit, boots, underwear - he blows through cash like there's no end to it and Fang's head spins when he makes a guess at how much it all cost.

After that he takes her to a dozen other shops to buy her jewelry, shoes, combs, pins, soaps, creams, cosmetics, anything and everything a prince's concubine is expected to have and then some. It's so much stuff that it has to get shipped back to the palace compound (which by the way is the interior of a friggin' mountain, because DRAGONS) and an army of servants have to unpack it and put it all away. Fang is overwhelmed by the estimated price, though she accepts that in order to pull off the scheme she's cooked up with Valen she'll have to act like she deserves all of it. At the same time, it's not so hard to grow accustomed to warm socks that don't have holes in them, gowns and robes that fit properly and aren't patched dozens of times, and shoes that aren't so thin she can step on a penny and tell you what year it was minted.

It's only when the newness wears off the clothes and jewels that Fang starts wising up to the idea that it's not so much the stuff she enjoys or the comforts they bring, it's Valen's attention and apparent enjoyment of giving her things she's never had before. Brand-new shoes that no one else has ever worn? They're hers now. Silk and satin gowns trimmed with fur and silver thread? Made custom to fit her and only her. Rouge and makeup in colors Drass don't wear? Specially ordered for Fang. Valen's beyond wealthy - his dad's the goddamn Dragon Emperor - he can afford to spend 10-15 million on his new "girlfriend".

I figure lots of people have a princess fantasy, or at least a sugar daddy kink. I don't judge.

The Dragon Prince's Consort updates THURSDAYS on Wattpad, and it as well as my finished novel STARFISH are available to read absolutely for FREE because why not.

HOWEVER, if you do happen to have a dollar to spare, I also have a Ko-fi. I don't expect to make money off of these but it sure would be nice if I could afford some toast or a piece of cheese. *GASP* or a grilled cheese sandwich?!

You can follow me on Instagram for updates and short-form junk like mini-rants on romance tropes I love or hate, update announcements, very short snippets, dorky memes and pictures of my cat Nell. She is EXTREMELY cute and I love her VERY much, even if she is a brat 78% of the time.

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heartbreakattheclub · 1 year

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devildom on lockdown #1

this may sound familiar. it was something i never acted on cause i was lazy asf. so i'll try to do this again with various CRACK scenarios. dont do the shit their doing pls *mwah

♯ 1 : "Mammon's Adventure to San Francisco Pt. 1"

Mammon : Immm baaaaccckkkkkk! Ya miss me human?

MC : Not really (。_。)

Mammon :

Mammon : Fuck you too.

Leviathan: Mammon! There you are!

Mammon : Wow your coming to welcome your big bro back! I love ya Levi!

Leviathan : WHERE'S MY MONEY SO I CAN BUY THE NEW RURI-CHAN CD!

Mammon :

MC :

God :

The Wind :

Mammon : I hate ya too, brother.

Lucifer : Mammon! There you are, your late.

Mammon : How am I late I never specified when I'd be back!

Lucifer : *Bitch the fuck you mean stare*

Mammon : I mean I did! Sorry for tha' wait!

Lucifer : We need help moving all these boxes that are in MC's room.

Mammon : Why're there boxes in MC's room?

Lucifer : They-

Satan : Failed magic trick. That's all.

MC : How was your trip, Mams? Did you get mugged by a hobo?

Mammon : Haha.

MC : Well? Did you?

Mammon : Hahahaha

Leviathan : It's obvious he did! He's sweating and laughing nervously!

Lucifer : Nevermind that. Go wash up, who knows what you caught in the human world.

Satan : Yes, do that. Haven't you seen the news?

Lucifer : You expect me, a denizen of the Devildom, to know what goes on in the human realm?

Satan : Yes.

Lucifer : No, what's going on, Satan.

MC : People have corvette virus.

Lucifer : Corvette—the car...?

Satan: No. COVID...Coronavirus...

MC : Royaltyvirus, blah blah.

Lucifer : Lord Diavolo can contract this?

Satan : Lucifer, don't listen to MC. I took their IQ test.

MC : I'm smart as fuck.

Leviathan : Your not even as smart as a flamingo.

MC : Their pretty and that's all that matters.

Mammon : Shuddup, I'll go wash up aight!

[Some days later]

Mammon : *COUGH* I'm dy...dying... *cough*

Mammon : MC... Tell my brothers--I love them. Thro...throw away the shoe box under my bed and don't let Beel find it...p..please...

MC : The shoe box that has the millenium year old yogurt Beel had saved and has his name on?

Beelzebub : WHAT?!

Mammon : Shut the fuck up MC!—...it hurts...s...soo...muuuch...

Solomon : Oh be quiet, Mammon, it's just a fever. *cough* That I...also have. 😔

Leviathan : If it was just a fever why do I have it also!! *cough* Ugh...

Solomon : Diseases can spread???

Leviathan : True.

MC : Haha, Mammon, Solomon, and Leviathan have corvettevirus.

Simeon : Disease is not a joke, MC!

MC : Haha, Mammon and Leviathan.

Lord Diavolo : How did this happen Mammon?

Leviathan : Didn't you hear MC? We have corvettevirus!

Satan : *Coronavirus

Mammon : Well, it happened in San Francisco...

Everyone : Obviously.

Mammon : I was gone with Solomon.

Lord Diavolo : How about we hear Solomon's story first.

Barbatos : I agree.

Lucifer: I second that

Asmodeus : I third that!

MC : I four that.

[Solomon's version]

Solomon : (So, it really started the second we stepped out of the portal. Instead of being in front of the Grand Hotel, we were in downtown infront of the government building.)

Mammon : Aye! This tha Grand Hotel?!

Solomon : No, don't you see the sign there? It says San Francisco Government Office.

Mammon : Which the Grand Hotel is called...?

Solomon : *Faceplant* Let's just ask for directions.

[The two see a hobo, and then a business man]

Mammon : That guy looks friendly! *Points at the hobo who is obviously sick and has some flu*

Solomon : Ahem. No. We're going up to the gentleman, Mammon.

Mammon : Okayyyy.

Business Man : Oh hello there.

Solomon : Yes hello, do you know where the Grand Hotel is?

Business Man : Of course...

Luke : Uhm how did you guys get covid from that guy?

Solomon : It wasn't him, Luke.

MC : It was the hobo!

Solomon : Not him either...surprisingly I think.

Solomon : (Mammon had disappeared off somewhere after I got done speaking with the gentleman, and I had to search everywhere til I found him inside of a pawn shop...)

Solomon : MAMMON! What are you doing straying away like that!

Mammon : W-

Asmodeus : It's obvious what he was doing!

MC : He smelled... *Money money money...*

Belphegor : High five honestly.

Solomon : Stop interrupting the story Simeon's gonna break just look at him

Simeon : *On the verge of dying from constant story interruptions* (If yall remember that episode he got pissed off from Levi I have all respect)

Mammon : Well. I saw this shiny thing on the floor.

Solomon : So your pea sized brain just had to get it?

Mammon :

Mammon : Wow can you mind read?

Solomon : I'm not mind reading you.

Pawn Shop Owner : Hey hey, no arguing in my shop! Anyways sir... that coin is priceless! Are you sure you wanna give it up?

Mammon : How much does it cost?

Pawn Shop Owner : Hmm maybe close to a million.

Mammon : *Money panic* HELL YEAH!

Solomon : You idiot, you don't know what that coin is-

*Sold*

Solomon : Mammon...! Why'd you do that!

Mammon : You speak like that coin was cursed or something.

Solomon : Yeah no it wasn't.

Mammon : Good!

Solomon : IT WAS YOU IMBECILE!

to be continued. >> 🫡

#devildom.on.lockdown #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me simeon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me crack #nxhmir.obeyme

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ink-dreams-ffxiv · 2 years

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Prompt 7 Pawn

Rehna held the guitar, looking it over with a discerning eye. The pawn merchant fidgeted as he watched the foreigner looking so closely at his wares. She handed it back to him with a shake of her head. The body needed too much repair work, with the light just right, she could see a couple of the stringers inside were cracked, and closer looks to the sides show where someone had mixed shoe polish into the varnish to hide the cracks in the skin on the side. She was a little frustrated, this had been the third pawn merchant she had been to, none of them had anything worth purchasing, and she wasn’t in a position to buy a new one, and the used ones here in Ishgard were not much cheaper than buying a brand new one. She could buy one in Gridania for a fair price, but wouldn’t be able to play it for a couple weeks while the wood adapted to the cold.

She was about to ask if she could see the mandolin, but it wasn't what she was looking for though, when the bell on the door chimed, followed by a gasp of recognition. Rehna turned to see Dianda, one of her students who had been orphaned in the Brume. She held a guitar in her hand, but even from where she stood, she could tell it had seen better days.

“Ah! Professor Relanah!”

The merchant’s eyes widened as he looked over the woman who had been sorting through his stringed instruments. “Professor?” he asked.

“Ah, yes Ser Thom, she is my Professor at the school I told you about.”

“I see, would you like to come back lass when your Professor has finished her shopping?”

Rehna could tell he was trying to give the girl an out, a chance to save some face, and she could respect that.

“It’s alright, I have seen what there is to see, thank you for your time,” offered the miqo'te.

“Very well Miss, another time perhaps, I do have some in the back that have not yet been repaid, should I send a message with Dianda when one of the better ones comes available?”

Rehna shook her head, turning to head out, pausing next to the girl, “do you play?”

“Oh, yes” though the strings were well worn, and the body needed to be stripped and new varnish worked into it, the tone was full, even though the notes themselves were slightly out of tune. A new set of strings would do wonders. Rehna smiled with delight, the girl was skilled.

“Do you learn songs by ear?” she asked politely.

“Yes ma’am, no can read the dots,” replied the girl blushing.

“I can teach you how to read the music as well, you certainly have the skill to make the best of it. Please forgive my forward question, I gather you visit here often?”

“Ah, yes ma’am, the Brume is, dun know iffn ya knows what it’s like.”

“My older sister is from the Brume. We have talked at length. Do you know the girl Rivvie from the Soup Kitchen?” Dianda nodded, looking confused.

“My other sister was the one who taught her, and arranged her apprenticeship. They both help out at the Kitchen with Rivvie.” Dianda’s eyes widened, then looked at her in confusion.

“Yer sisters are the tall eared miqo’te, and the dark skinned miqo’te?”

“That’s them,” replied Rehna with a smile.

“Oh, I knew te was married, and ya both gots red hair, but how she so dark, an yer like me, pale as kin be?”

“Sahxa spends a lot of time where it is warmer, and in the sun, now, Dianda, as you are my student, your welfare is of importance to me, no offense to Ser Thom, would you tell me how I could help you?”

The girl looked down, scuffing a foot nervously.

“I knew her family Miss, we have a standing agreement” offered the shopkeeper. Rehna nodded in understanding.

“I see, Dianda, I am not going to ask about the arrangement, that is between the two of you, but, I am going to ask you what you need the money for?”

“School uniforms” spoke up Thom, as it was clear Dianda wasn’t going to speak up. Rehna looked the girl over, “Can you sew?” she asked, smiling when Dianda nodded. “Ser Thom, that sewing kit, the full one over there in the corner,” she looked at the man, hoping he would understand her intent, he got a sly smile. “Ma’am?”

“Is there anything else you would need to use the money for Dianda? Please be honest with me.” It was Thom who spoke up, “She is well fed by the family who took her in, I have a couple of older school uniforms that she was going to use her guitar as collateral for.”

“Would you be willing to let her use the collateral of the guitar to cover the sewing kit,” she held a coin between her fingers that would more than cover the cost of the kit so that Thom could see it, but Dianda couldn’t, “if you would do that Ser, I will donate my spare student uniforms to Dianda. They won’t be free mind you, but I will arrange with Rivvie for you to work at the Soup Kitchen, are you agreeable to this?”

Dianda looked up with wide eyes, then looked to the shopkeeper and back to Rehna. Thom nodded his agreement, “it’s a good offer.”

It took a few minutes for Dianda and Thom to take care of their part, and Rehna made sure the girl would be able to find where Rehna was staying, and write up a note so no one would give her trouble. Once Dianda had left with her sewing kit in hand, Rehna looked at Thom.

“Thank you, but I have another favor to ask of you.”

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms waiting.

“I wish to give you a deposit, double what the guitar is actually worth. Keep it between you and I though. I wish you to put it in my care, I will bring it back before the two weeks is up, new coat of varnish, fresh strings, and any other repairs it needs. I saw the crest within, that wasn’t a marking I am familiar with, so I will take great pains to preserve it as well.”

“It's her father’s crest, his family were instrument makers, and he made that for her before he passed away from Consumption disease. Her Mum passed not long after, it was a miracle Dianda didn’t as well as young as she was. She was taken in by the servant family that served her house. She knows she was born of High Blood, but, she grew up in the Brume, to a family that struggled to make ends meet. They raised her though, best they could. Her father would buy guitars from me, ones that never got paid back. He would clean them up, make them good again, then sell them through this shop, and pay me half of what I sold them for. That guitar has been in my hands,” he shook his head,” I can’t begin to count. If you can get it back to what it was lass, so she can play it properly, you have a deal. Dianda wouldn’t lie to me, are you really a professor at the Scholasticate?”

Rehna handed over the coin as she nodded. “I started as just a student, by the end of my first session, the Headmistress had learned of my standing with the Conjurer’s Guild of Gridania. We came to an agreement for me to be a Student Teacher, since Conjury is not a Healing Skill that has been taught in Ishgard. This session, they expanded my class load. I am teaching the kids like Dianda how to read, write, handle numbers, and some other things. Get them caught up at least to make their other classes easier.”

“I know one of the instrument makers here, do you need me to put you in touch with them for the work to be done?”

“Oh no, not at all, I am looking for a guitar because I just don’t have time to make one of my own from scratch, and I didn’t want to bring mine from the Ruby Sea to the cold of Ishgard. I will do the work myself. Now about that deal you had with her father…”

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #Rehna Relanah #Pawn

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signed-yours-truly-the-whale · 2 years

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Cheek to Cheek

Thank you to @pumpkinpowder

And thank you to Todd for the inspiration to give Arthur a better memory of shaving

“Oh, for Christ’s – Joss?”

Arthur waited, padding his feet awkwardly from one tile to the next. A faint echo on the peachy shower wall threw his voice right back to him.

“Joss?” he called out again.

There was a soft grunt. Canned laughter from their living room television succeeded the thudding of her swollen feet on the floor. She appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at him as if she didn’t notice her own shallow breathing.

“You okay?” she asked.

He held the razor marginally tighter in his hand, cursing himself for asking for her. She didn’t have the same mobility as she had before he went to the hospital. Everything took a minute more now. As of yesterday, she’d started to embrace “the hillbilly look” and allowed the swell of her belly to be free of her clothes, the hems of her shirts bunched up under her breasts and her trousers unbuttoned. The maternity dresses his mother had dropped off sat in the corner of their closet floor.

Her blue nails thrummed against the doorway, on the patch of peeling white paint.

“My hand, it’s …” he stammered. “I’m shaking too much to hold the razor still. Could you – help me?”

Maybe he was naïve – the past few months had been too burdensome to color him optimistic – but he could have sworn he saw the smallest half-smile pinch a dimple into her cheek.

“Sit down,” she said.

He rested on the toilet seat, hiking his foot up on the bathtub for a more comfortable position. The bathroom wasn’t the most accommodating for two people. He couldn’t even think of three.

A soft finger encouraged him to tilt his head back. The bulbs above the mirror cast a halo over his wife, looking down at him through the field of blonde hair covering her shoulders. The refrain of ‘C’est La Vie’ across her chest was partially obscured.

If this was the sight which he was to see when his life was slipping out of his clutch, he may have followed wherever it led.

“Thank you,” he said softly. He pursed his lips as a dollop of shaving cream was spread across his face.

“I’m your wife,” she said simply, washing her hand of the residue foam. “I miss touching you – even in ways that don’t make a baby.”

He exhaled through his nose as the razor started to roar. Her fingers holding him still briefly distracted him from the buzz against his throat. Her thumb stroked his forehead at the apex of his hairline.

“Those old razors we had sold for a good price at Flasky’s pawn shop. I got this for six dollars and those new shoes for you for three.”

The leather ones without laces he saw at the foot of the bed. He hummed in acknowledgement.

His hand gravitated, maybe a little consciously, to the mound of her stomach once she’d finished shaving the underside of his jaw. She scoffed.

“What do we still need for her?” he asked.

Usually, he was of the firm opinion that their little troublemaker was going to surprise its mother and turn out to be a boy. Tonight, though, the word girl soothed his tired head.

Joss hovered the razor over his right cheek, killing the sound.

“I don’t want to stress you out, Art – the doctor said it’s important to take your time.”

“I won’t get stressed out.”

That was a lie. But she was fast approaching, and the doctors had drilled into his head the importance of pushing his limits a little every day.

He stared at her stomach, etching a foamy kiss on the space that his hand had occupied. Joss laughed.

“This isn’t conductive to a proper shave, Mr. Fleck.”

“I don’t care.”

A patch of foam smeared on her belly where he rested his left cheek. The razor clicked on again, and Joss shaved the right side of his jaw.

“Your mom wants to take me to Twice as Nice,” she stated. “She has a few extra dollars to splurge from her last paycheck and she wants to buy more clothes; I keep telling her to buy yellows instead of blues, but she won’t listen.”

“Mm.”

She curled a few strands of hair behind his ear, edging the razor closer.

“We still need a crib; that’s the big one. I don’t wanna squish her in our bed.”

“Yup.”

“Are you listening to me, Fleck?”

The warmth of her skin against his retreated. He looked up at her raised brow, trying to stifle a laugh at the white mush on her stomach.

“Is she awake?” he asked. She rolled her eyes, huffing. More shaving cream on her palm, again spread on his cheek.

“No, she tired herself out doing flips since ten this morning.”

He closed his eyes, smiling as the razor glided on his cheek.

- - - -

The hot commodity of seasonings was few and far between when rent crept on the precipice.

Arthur let himself be a little selfish with the salted butter on his baked potato if Joss insisted on taking the last of the sour cream. Having the records on in the corner of the living room made dinner, he supposed, a little less … pathetic.

On their dining table, Joss laid one hand down. The other hand cradled her chin in between her bites of dinner.

Arthur could barely keep his eyes on Murray Franklin. Neither the man’s new graying haircut nor steaming baked potatoes were as intoxicating as Joss’s fingers curling on the table doily, or her eyes glittering as she stared at the moon through their kitchen window.

When he took hold of her hand, and brought it to the soft scratch of his cheek, and his lips pressed to the vein on her inner wrist, she locked eyes with him. There was an unwilling smile hidden behind her fingers.

“I love you a lot,” he said.

“I love you a lot, Mr. Fleck,” she conceded. “But do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“… Don’t ever leave me alone again.”

He stilled the machinations of her hand on his cheek. Her eyes became wet.

“I’m your wife,” she said, biting her tongue for leverage until she swallowed a lump down. “When you’re hurting, I’m hurting.”

“… I’m feeling better now.”

- - - -

With an extra sixty pounds on her person, Joss’s dancing had become less agile. Still, she insisted. So at eight o'clock, the little space of their living room was a dance hall, with the old cat sitting on the couch's armrest as the only witness to the domesticity Arthur felt dizzied to imagine.

“My back hurts when I sit down and my legs hurt when I stand up,” she huffed, hiking her shoulders in defeat as Arthur swayed them ever so softly. "I can't win."

“I’ll rub your back before bed,” he offered. “Let’s just get through one song.”

“What, You’re All the World to Me?” she joked, her teeth big and broad with her smile. He smiled back sheepishly.

“That might be a little too much for you.”

“Have I ever told you, Art,” she began, resting her arms on his shoulders, “that I think you’d be a great tap dancer?”

“No, why?”

“All that damn Fred Astaire you watch all the time. You look like you’d be dancing on a cloud.”

“I’m always on a cloud dancing with you.”

Daringly, his hands traversed from the exposed area of her ribs, to her tender lower back. Her eyes closed in contentment as his thumbs circled her hip bones.

It wasn’t exactly cheek to cheek, but as Fred Astaire crooned, and Arthur leaned to gently nudge his forehead against hers, he really was in heaven. It was a lot warmer than the one he’d mistaken a few months earlier. Padded walls didn’t hold the same security as the arms of someone he loved.

- - - -

It had taken some getting used to, to sleep on the other side of the bed closer to the corner. Advantageous, Joss said, since she needed to get up more often to use the bathroom, and she could hear whenever he had to get up.

He never disliked more that she was more comfortable laying on her left side. Before, she wasn’t lying away from him.

“One small thing before you go to sleep,” he requested. She was sitting upright to his left, reading.

“What’s that?”

He kissed her, stacking her bottom lip between his own. The smirk of surprise in her minty breath passed to his own mouth. Lip balm coated his cleft scar.

“I’m never leaving you again,” he murmured, pecks placed along her jaw. “I promise.”

#arthur fleck #tw: pregnancy #arthur fleck one shots #joker fanfiction #joker 2019

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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1512

Has anyone ever stolen your survey questions before, if you make surveys?: I’ve never made a survey and don’t think I’ll ever be up to doing so.

Leggings with denim shorts; yes or no?: Not for me but you do you.

Do you like to burn candles?: Sure, I like doing it whenever I can.

Are Yankee Candles really all that?: I dunno, I’ve never used one so I can’t confirm. I’ve always used non-Yankee-Candle candles though and they work out fine so I don’t think I’ll be looking for this brand any time soon.

Have you ever broken into a public place, like a high school, after it was late and secluded?: Nah I’m too tense to do something like that lol. I’d spend more time looking out for guards who’ll inevitably be shooing me away than being in the moment.

Have you ever gone to the movies and hopped from movie to movie all day?: No. Too expensive hah and there is rarely a movie that interests me anymore, anyway.

Have you ever been to a drive-in movie?: Nope.

Would you be interested in going scuba-diving?: Yeah for sure, as long as I’m properly briefed beforehand and there is an expert who will be beside me at all times. Can’t have things fucking up when I’m that far down underwater.

Have you ever heard of the band “Indian Jewelry”?: Never heard of them, I’m afraid.

Do you go to church?: Yeah every Sunday. Hardly pay attention though and I spend most of the one-hour just fiddling with something - like my hair or something on my shirt - or daydreaming.

Have you ever had sex with someone you didn’t love?: No.

Have you ever been in a cave?: Yes! The underground river cave in Palawan. I also had the chance to go spelunking when we were in Sagada but I wore the wrong shoes that day, so...

Do you anyone who’s painfully socially awkward?: There’s this dude that I regularly work with - we’re co-agencies under the same client - and he can have his awkward moments. I used to be awkward myself so I try to go easy on him but my god does it trigger the secondhand embarrassment sometimes.

Do you actually know anyone named ‘Bill’ or ‘Bob’?: I know a Bob.

Have you ever scared yourself when you sneezed?: No. It’s my sister who has this effect on me haha that girl lets out such loud sneezes. Do you tend to sneeze a certain number of times in a row?: Mmm, maybe when I’m in a dusty area or have been playing with the dogs too much but for the most part no.

Have you ever had to attend therapy?: Nope.

So, what about Billy Ray Cyrus talking about how Hannah Montana ruined his life?: He said that? I wonder why.

Who were you last in a hot tub with?: Idk, just myself I think.

What’s your favorite liquid coffee creamer flavor?: Is this just a long and fancy way of asking what my favorite take on coffee is? I typically buy caramel macchiato, if this is what you mean. Can you knit?: Nah.

Can you do the splits?: No, though I tried for a really long time until I just accepted that I can’t lol.

Are you wearing any rings? No, I never wear any.

Have you ever sold anything to a pawn shop?: Nope.

Have you ever traveled outside of your home country?: Yes.

Would you be satisfied growing up to be like your parents?: Yes. There are lots of aspects in their parenthood techniques that I disagree with; but beyond being parents, I think they’re great people and I want to end up just like them.

Is there anything other than clothes in your dresser?: Continued from the other night. Yeah, it also serves as storage for a bunch of knickknacks that I otherwise have no extra space for in my room.

How long does it take you to clean your room?: It’s a small space so not very long at all. What’s in your closet? o.O: Clothes and a part two of storage, hahaha.

How many pictures do you take of yourself in a week?: I never take selfies.

Do you use iTunes, or do you unlawfully download music?: I used iTunes until I want to say 2013 or 2014? But I used it precisely for illegally downloaded music; I never bought albums or songs off of it hahaha. Then I switched to Spotify starting 2015 and have been streaming from there since.

Has anyone ever sent you flowers?: Not sent, but I’ve been given flowers face-to-face.

Have you ever had a water balloon war?: Only once; it was in Grade 4, when I was 10.

Do you have to buy something at every store you go in?: No? I’ve probably walked out of a store purchase-less more times than I’ve actually ended up buying something.

Do you know anyone who always looks stoned all the time, whether they are or not?: Yes.

Have you ever seen the movie Ghost World???: No, I’ve never heard of that.

The most expensive clothing item you own; how much did it cost?: Nothing more than five figures.

How many towels do you go through in a week?: 1 or 2. Have you ever found a member of the same sex attractive?: Yeah, both romantically and in general.

Are you good at relaxing?: I used to be shit at it but I’m trying to allot more time for it now. Like these days you will never see me working past 6 since I’m starting to learn how to respect my personal time lol.

Do you count calories?: Nopes.

Would you rather try Blueberry and Hazelnut Pringles, or Grilled Shrimp?: Grilled shrimp doesn’t sound nearly as foreign as fruity Pringles. I’d pick the seafood in a heartbeat, lmao.

What position do you normally sleep in?: On my side, hugging a pillow.

Did you know that sleeping on your stomach can stretch your boobs out???: Idk if that’s true but anyway I rarely do this since I find it harder to breathe.

What kind of videos do you usually watch on YouTube?: Mostly BTS. Sometimes I’ll watch Korean variety/reality shows.

Do you still wish on stars?: I don’t really do that. I like looking at stars when I’m deep in thought at night, but I’ve never used them to make a wish.

Have you ever seen an eclipse?: Yeah, I have. Eclipses are rarely visible here so in the times that they’d be seen from this side of the world, I typically feel the need to run outdoors to catch it.

Have you ever been in any kind of an abusive relationship?: Yes.

What kind of parent do you think you’ll be?: First course of action is to be more hands-on than my parents were with me.

What kind of parents do you have?: Kind, firm, practical. Idk, I’ve always had weird relationships with them. Our dynamic’s been better as I’ve gotten older but there’s a lot of shit we’ve swept under the rug and will continue to be that way.

What is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you?: Being at concerts, maybe?

Have you ever had a Nutella and marshmallow fluff sandwich?: That sounds nasty. No.

Where’s your favorite place to eat breakfast at?: I never go out for breakfast.

What keeps you up at night?: The need to have a healthy work-life balance. I always stay up late so I can catch up on whatever my work prevents me from enjoying.

#survey #surveys

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