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[jez-bez]

Tag game Get To Know Me (if you dare)

I'm not a scary person, I promise, don't worry hehe. Or am I? 👀

I was tagged by the lovely @lilmaemae , here goes babe 💜✨

Do you tidy your bed?

I do! Not always, but yes! Something about coming back to a tidy looking bed makes me more excited to jump into bed than if its untidy. (Though, I'm in bed a lot so, idk... you find the logic in this)

What's your favourite number?

Uhm, I don't have a favorite number? I guess I always like my age until I get to the point half way into the year where I'm like 'ohhh next year I turn xyz year old!' so maybe that's my favorite number? If so, right now it's 25

What is your job?

Right now I work in a grocery store. I have since I was sixteen, to earn my own money, and I never left.

If you could go back to school would you?

Yes. I quit my studies last year due to mental health, but I'd really like to go back and get my bachelor. Not the same studies tho, they changed it drastically when I got to my second year and it's t e r r i b l e now. Also one of the reasons that I quit!

Can you parallel park?

I can! Do I have my license? No.

A job you had that would surprise people

Uhm, well I've really only had the one job but, I've coached kids teams too within my sport?

Do you think aliens are real?

Yeah, I'm positive we're not the only ones out there. Even bacteria on a different planet are already alien.

Can you drive a manual car?

Yes. Again, do I have my license? No.

What's your guilty pleasure?

Uhm... I don't know?

Any phobias?

Spiders, the dark. I can walk at night just fine, but I cannot walk down the stairs into a dark hallway, past dark alley's and other dark space without being scared and having a fight or flight reaction :)

Tattoos

I have 8 tattoos! Mostly tiny ones.

I have:

- A quote: 'to the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered'

- My childhood dog's pawprint

- Quotation marks on my wrist over my veins as in to say 'life'

- A smiley

- A tiny heart

- A paper airplane I got when I was on (my first ever) vacation in Mallorca

- A silhouette of BossNoeul embracing each other (no faces tho cuz I'm not that crazy)

- And a quote that says 'freedom is the oxygen of the soul'

Favorite color?

Sunset orange and sky blue

Favourite type of music?

If I'm to believe my Spotify Wrapped it's mostly Pop, Indie, a little bit of Rock. Idk actually

Do you like puzzles?

No, they break my brain. Make me feel stupid.

Favorite childhood sport?

Korfbal, look it up. I still practice this.

Do you talk to yourself?

No.

Well, yes. Mostly when I do something stupid.

What movie(s) do you adore?

Marvel. Especially movies where the good guy turns bad due to trauma :)

But also feel good movies. They surprise surprise make me feel good.

Coffee or tea?

Tea! I don't drink coffee. At all.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A cashier because growing up my mom was a cashier at our local store.

aaaaa okay so that was me! Interesting questions tho!

Mutuals that I'll tag, don't feel forced to participate! But I'd like to get to know yall better <333

@chaeul @copperstown @misshanbb @paperzombie @misshprint @heerotheshiro

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Hello! I love your writing^^

If it's alright with you, could we get a short story or reaction(whichever works) of Seth where he finds out halfway that sugarboo is scared of being on a motorcycle even after they agreed to go for a ride with him when he asked while still keeping a tough Image and giving him the "don't tell alph" face , only for him to calmly help them slowly get over their fear and telling them they won't let anything bad happen to them.

Ignore the fear and focus on me.

Seth was half way in the ride with Boo, who was holding on him tightly. They told him they were fine and to just ride because Boo wanted to go on a ride with him. They don't usually get to hang out one on one most days because of his new job.

Boo behind Seth, was having a slight panic attack. Trying to keep their breathing regular as Seth speeds down the road he chose to ride on. It was outside of the town, simple dirt road for a nice quick ride.

There was a thunk, and some shivering from Boo this made Seth turn his head slightly. Trying to figure out if they were good or not, Boo clutch onto Seth even harder when he moved.

"Sug? You good, hon?" Steadying himself on the bike, it wobbled a bit from Boo moving. It didn't help they hit a pot hole a few feet back, did it surprise them? Thinking Seth spoke again gently.

"It's fine Sug, only a small hole I won't let ya get hurt." Turning back seeing no one Seth steadied the bike again. Looking over his shoulder he was about to speak again but paused. The look he saw on Boo was one of terror and saw tears in their eyes, worried out of his mind he slowed down and parked.

"Please don;t tell Alph..." Frowning Boo wiped their face. They felt embarrassed by their stupid fear they had. Seth took off his helmet and then gently took off Boo's wrapping his arms around their shoulder's.

"Sug, babe why didn't you saw you were scared? I would have went slower for you." Soothing Boo, Seth frowned as they sniffed into his chest. Hiding their face not wanting to be seen right at the moment by him.

"I...I wanted to ride with you! I feel like we don't hang out a lot anymore....." Whining out a bit Boo looked up at the cowboy. Seth sighed at what they said, then leaned down and kissed their forehead.

"Hon, if that's what ya felt why didn't ya tell me? I would have taken you on a hike instead, I never wanna make you do something you don't wanna!" Taking his hands off their body and went to their face. Softly holding them as he looked at them, looking straight in their eyes.

"I know, but I also wanted to ride a motorcycle...." Pouting a bit, Seth laughed at that but then thought of something. Grabbing the helmets the brown haired man looked at his partner.

"Look babe, we only have my bike to get back to town. So, wanna try again?" Questioning looking at them, Boo linked at him with puffy eyes. "Slower this time obviously. Just focus on me babe, ignore the fear. I got ya Boo." Adding encouraging words to Boo they nodded with a determined look. They wanted to try this again, Boo was so happy Seth gave them that pep talk.

So going back into position on the bike they clipped on their helmet. Seth smiled at them and followed their lead, getting ready to ride his bike again with them. Gently wrapping their arms around their brown haired partner, Boo focused on their breathing.

"Ready, Sugar?"

"Yes!" Excitement was now filled in them as the bike was revved by Seth. Slowly going back on the road Seth looked both ways and began riding back to town. Boo looked around as they drove back, now that they focused more on Seth than the riding they felt better.

Boo then wonder if they'll ever be able to ride his bike? Maybe not before they get over their fear. Lying their head on his shoulder, Seth smiled to himself as he noticed that Boo was now having fun.

[natriae]

Chapter 1: Stahp callin' me Miya

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warnings: profanity & complaining

"No Miya you cannot for the love of god post that you wanna ride Sakusa's dick on tiktok,"

"why not i'd be funny,"

Funny enough, leaving the MSBY gymnasium was the hardest part about your job. It should be the easiest, but all the boys think you clocking out means now is the time to ask you questions. In particular a setter manages to do this everyday. You always catch him running out of the locker room door with wet hair and his gym bag hugged tightly to his chest as he chases after you. Half the time his questions don't even have to do with your job. Questions he should be asking the manager or coach.

Exiting the large building the two of you are met with the beautiful, natural landscape of osaka. The parking lot with huge trees shading your cars, and small lights in the ground not to ruin the scenery. They even managed to make sure the garden full of flowers in the front was managed daily. The landscape would be so relaxing if there wasn't a loud blonde haired setter talking your ear off.

You'd think he'd be trying to get with you with how determined he is to be by your side on your way out, but those thoughts leave as soon as he opens his mouth.

Questions fly out of: 'can ya check out this pimple on my ass' or 'would it ruin mah image if i posted a twerking video'. If anyone heard your conversions they'd think you two are just close friends, but you only met him a few months ago and never see him outside of your job.

Atsumu was just a carefree young man without a filter, and as much as you hated him annoying you on your way out, you were grateful. You were grateful that you had someone walk you to your car in the afternoon or at night even if he wasn't purposefully doing it.

Like right now, while he rants about what a good idea it would be to post his hot-takes on his teammates he subconsciously opens your car door for you, and waits for you to roll your window down before shutting it.

"I'm just sayin' I don't think there will be as much backlash as ya think," the thick accent rolls off his tongue as he ducks his large body down to be face to face with you.

"Okay, yeah when you're getting death threats from Sakusa's fan's I won't be there to help you."

At your retort he scrunches his stupidly cute face up and fires back, "yah, ya will. It's yer job," he finished by giving you his best matter of fact face and waited for you to respond. You think that's why he enjoys toying with you so much, because he knows you will fight his own fire with more fire, but you also hate when he's right--like right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before continuing, "Please Miya just give me one weekend where I don't need to clean up your mess off the clock,"

"When have ya ever hadda do that,"

"Last weekend when you got in a fist fight at a bar," you snapped back.

"Hey! That guy was makin' a lady uncomfortable," he reasons.

"Yes, Miya it was sweet of you, but not for MSBY when headlines of 'MSBY Setter caught in Bar Brawl' hit the first page," Working with the boys as their publicist was hard to say the least. It's like babysitting, but without the money for dinner. Constantly making sure the boys don't fight, swear, or even post stupid tiktoks. You have to review their posts before they post it, and think of any possible way they could receive backlash for it, but the best part of it all was seeing the terrible photos of the boys-like the picture of Atsumu being punched in the face- or getting calls from their mom's because their son won't pick up.

"okay I promise…under one condition," dear god, "stahp callin' me Miya! I have a twin it's confusing!"

Exaggerating you stick you head out of the car window and glace around before ultimately turning back to the man and saying, "I've never met him so 'till I do it's Miya,"

At that you roll up your window as Atsumu gives you a look of disbelief. You signed a very specific contract. You cannot under any circumstances get close to the boys, so to save yourself from wanting more you will stick to their last names.

Taglist: OPEN!

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[harrysarchive]

be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

or

harry officially asks bee to be his.

or

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!

also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 13

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You have to make the call. You have no choice. One way or another, your father will find out and it will be worse if it’s not from you.

Another D and you're below water. You have no chance now. You’ll be lucky to finish with a C average for the semester and with that, you’ll lose your entry scholarship. You don’t understand where you went wrong. You try so hard. It doesn’t matter, it seems the more you try, the more wrong you are.

You hit the green button and wait for the line to pick up. You wait.

Waiting.

Still waiting.

The voicemail answers. You’re not surprised. You often have to leave several before you hear back. Yet when your father calls you, you answer. You don’t hesitate. 

“Hey dad, it’s me. I called because… because I need to talk to you. Please call me back. Love you.”

You hang up after leaving the message and blow a raspberry. He hasn’t even told you when he’s picking you up from campus after exams. Another week and you’re going to be done. You already have half your dorm packed.

In those short spurts where you’re not at Lee’s, you're sorting everything into the donate and take piles. Most of it you’ll leave behind, things you won’t need at your dad’s place. Things you can replace.

As soon as you put your phone down, it vibrates. You huff and pick it up. You need to study, even if it doesn’t matter.

Lee. Again. You’re not surprised. You almost admire his persistence given your own inconsistency.

‘Still coming over, sweet thing?’

Shoot. You don’t remember him asking. That’s the thing about Lee. He seems to frame demands as questions. Or maybe you really or that hopeless. You answer him. Sure. Why not? Not like anything will change if you do.

You get your bag ready to go and head down. Your dorm mates are bogged down studying, a few already gone as their exams finished early. Life seems easier as them. You suppose that most people see the world like that; they want to be someone else, though no one would ever want to be you.

You sit on the curb and wait. You tune out the world with your headphones. It’s been a while since you listened to music. Really listened without any distraction. 

Your head pops up as you see the familiar car approach. You stand and cross the street. You get in the car. The routine is just that. You’re used to it. You haven’t told Lee yet either. He doesn’t know that you’re going home for summer. You don’t expect him to be happy to hear it but it can’t be a big surprise. All the college students are leaving.

“Hey, darlin’,” he leans over to kiss your cheek as you pull your earbuds out, “whatcha listening to?”

“Oh, just…nothing–”

“Nah, go on, put it on,” he insists as he hands you auxiliary cord, “I could use something new.”

“Really, it’s–”

“Come on, I wanna listen.”

You don’t argue. Why? It’s a small thing. It’s nothing. You unplug your headphones and shove the cord into the port. Your music plays automatically.

So come on, Virginia, show me a sign Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind Never let's in the sun

Billy Joel croons from the speakers as you place your phone in the cupholder. You sit back and buckle in as he hums and gives a thoughtful nod. He taps his fingers on the wheel before he pulls out.

“You got a taste for the classics,” he muses, “I ain’t heard this in a while.”

“Uh, yeah, I like it,” you shrug.

“Good song,” he remarks, “I’m a fan of You May Be Right, myself. But I’m not too picky. You listen to Seger? How about Elton? You seem that sorta girl.”

“Some, yeah,” you cling to your bag and watch through the window.

“Hickory missin’ ya,” he says, “ain’t ya excited to see him?”

“Yeah,” you answer glumly.

“Whatsa matter, then? Don’t know why you’d be so down when you got that rascal waiting on ya… and me.”

“Just school,” reply evasively.

“Ah, yeah, you were saying you’re having some troubles. Wish I could help.”

“Ugh, well… no one can help me now,” you plant your elbow on your door and put your chin on your fist.

“Now, don’t be moping ‘less you gonna tell me what’s going on,” he says grumpily.

You sigh. You can barely admit it to yourself. You don’t even know if you can say it out loud.

Your vision turns bleary and you sniffle. It’s too late. You should’ve asked for help months ago. You made promises you didn’t keep and now you have to accept the failure. You wipe away your tears and sit back.

“My GPA is garbage. I’m gonna lose my scholarship and my dad– my dad’s gonna kill me.”

“Oh, honey, kill you? Don’t talk like that. I’m sure he wouldn’t, not a sweet thing like you. Besides, if he’s an ass about it, you still got me, don’t ya?”

You nod but refuse to look at him. He’s sweet but he can’t understand. Your dad isn’t the type to just say oh well or to give second chances. This semester was a second chance and you blew it.

“Maybe it just isn’t for you. Schoolin’ and all. I know lots of people who never did it,” he speaks as he drives. “Or maybe you’re in the wrong kinda school.”

“Maybe,” you grumble and pick at the zipper on your bag.

“You can change, can’t ya? Pick something else. Something you’re better at,” he suggests. “Like I said, I went into the military. They offered me some school but I told ‘em not to waste the time.”

“I don’t know what I’m good at,” you sigh.

“Well, you’re good to me,” he says brightly, “you know I’ll help ya. I’ll take care of ya no matter what.”

“But you don’t have to.”

“I wanna. Why are you sayin’ that?”

“Cause… cause it’s a lot. Don’t you think?”

“No, wouldn't say it if I thought it was too much,” he rebuffs, “don’t get no attitude with me, now.”

“I– I’m not but… but… I don’t want to…” you shake your head and stare at the dash, “I’m going home for the summer, Lee. I have to go home. And I feel bad with you doing all this–”

“Going home?” He says so quietly, his voice almost cracks, “but, darlin’, I’m taking you home right now. Ain’t I?”

“That’s your home. I mean, my dad. I gotta… I gotta figure this all out. When he finds out–”

“You’re a goddamn adult,” he growls and grips the wheel tight, “you shouldn’t be so worried about him and damn it, he should be treatin’ ya a lot better.”

“I know, but he’s my dad. He– he paid my tuition. He’s gonna want me to work that off at the restaurant–”

“Work? He– What the heck is wrong with ya? You shouldn’t be workin’? Silly little thing. He’s your dad, he should be supportin’ ya, not takin’ from ya,” he seems angrier with each word, “what kinda man– and you’re gonna leave me for him?” He snarls, “just like that. You’re gonna hurt me?”

“Hurt you? No, but… but I have to.”

“You don’t gotta do nothing. Sounds to me like he don’t want anything to do with ya anyhow, so maybe you should stay in town.”

“My lease is over at the end of the month.”

“Mine ain’t,” he insists.

He’s quiet. You squirm and bite your lip, “Lee?”

“You said you was gonna marry me. How’re you gonna do that if you’re all the way somewhere else?”

“I know I said but… I’m nineteen. I thought you meant later.”

“I’m a lot older than nineteen,” he scoffs, “I’m not waiting til later.” He sneers through the windshield, “you said. You promised!”

“I did, but–”

“But? But you were just lyin’, I get it.”

You nearly choke. You weren’t lying. You just were caught off guard and didn’t know what to say. Like now. You're not just stunned by the sudden shift, you're scared.

“I didn’t lie,” you croak, “please…”

You cover your face and take several deep breaths, trying to hold back. He huffs and you feel his firm touch on your leg. He squeezes as he slows the car.

“Don’t cry, darlin’, alright? Don’t do none of that. I know you meant it. Let’s just figure this all out first, schoolin’ and all that. Alright?” He coaxes, “you know I’ll be there for ya, don’t ya? No matter what your dad says.”

“Yeah,” you drag your hands from your face.

“And I know you’re not gon’ leave Hick. He needs ya around.”

[kakashiislut]

Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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It’s 2:04. You’re currently biting your actual finger as you wait by the phone. It has to ring. Soon. You place your medication in your mouth and take a tester sip of water, before swinging it back and swallowing the pill.

Ringgg! Ri-

“GAH- hello?!” You wipe at your mouth to dry away the water.

“You okay? Sounds like you swallowed a bird.”

Holy shit….this time…his voice is so much more raspier than the last time. He almost seemed to be talking softly too.

“I was taking medication…called me mid way..the sound scared me…choked.” Totally didn’t choke yourself over how excited you got.

“Really?…”

“Are…are you okay?…” You lean onto the counter, biting the pad of your thumb.

“Tired.”

“Tired?”

“Mhm…just woke up from a nap…almost missed our time.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t! I would have killed you, ya know?”

“Sorry, Ma’am…”

“Well, I didn’t know Matthew took naps…” you pull off the counter, heading towards your room.

He’s silent.

Why is he silent?

“Hello? Matt?”

“Wait.” His voice came out in a tiny whisper, you heard some shuffling and some drawers opening.

“O-okay…” you whisper back, getting into your room and laying comfy on the bed.

“Hello? Hello?” His Voice Echos and you smile.

“Hello? You die or something?”

“…remote ran out of batteries…”

You laugh a bit. “You’re kinda a dork, ya know?”

“Am I?”

“Ya…I was hoping you’d come watch me…was gonna take a bath…thought you might like it.”

“Oh don’t tempt me…”

“You can bring that knife you oh so lovingly love to talk about…”

“I have a question…”

“Shoot!- or stab away?” You giggle softly.

“Who’s that guy you like?”

“This again?”

“Now…why won’t you tell me?”

“I just…I don’t know…”

“You’ll feel guilty?”

“Maybe…”

“What’s he like?”

“Why? Do you wanna be him?”

“I wanna know what you like…”

“He’s..dorky, but he’s loud and handsome. He’s tall…like 6’4? He has soft light brown hair and blue eyes…he’s..he’s just so perfect…I can’t get him out of my mind. But…he has a girlfriend, and to be quite honest with you, Matthew, she’s so much prettier and cooler than I am. I’m not even tryna say that for compliments, she’s genuinely so hot…she’s A CHEERLADER! Like…and I’m just some nerdy goth girl…nothing special about me..but she also makes me sooo angry. Sometimes she talks and I just wanna stab her in the chest…gut her or something…” you find yourself mumbling the last part and it’s completely silent on the other end.

“H-hello?”

“You’re my dream woman…” The voice speaks, he almsot sounds delirious.

You can hear a sizzling sound and a slow release of air.

“So why don’t you do it? Stab her…gut her up…” His voice turns icy.

“W-what?”

“Kill her. Then take him for yourself..”

“I couldn’t possibly do that…”

“Really? Well, let’s see…2 years ago…a woman and a man where found mutilated and buried in a forest near a river.”

Your heart started beating. Heavy. Very heavy.

“Cops said that the man had a girlfriend…they weren’t sure how or why the woman was connected to the man or the girlfriend…but why don’t you hear my theory.”

“W-what…what are you talking about?”

“This lovely girlfriend…one day she walks in on her boyfriend…on her own boyfriend fucking another woman. The GF goes wild, starts screaming and hitting. It’s possible…possible the girlfriend didn’t wanna give up her virginity….so he cheats on her.”

“Stop.”

“Why?”

“Because…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So what does the little girlfriend do? She kills her dumb, stupid boyfriend. Guts him. Buries him in the forest…but oh no…the girl her boyfriend fucked, starts suspecting her…so what does she do? A) Deny, B) Murder the woman and bury her next to the boyfriend, or C) Leave.

“…”

“Answer…”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do…”

“I don’t.” You sob a bit.

“Don’t cry…ANSWER.”

“B! B!”

“Ding ding ding…correct…of course…the cops won’t ever think the sweet little girlfriend would EVER do anything like that…so they let her go…and she leaves…and she finds herself in Woodsboro, California.”

“Who are you?!”

“Does it matter?”

“YOU BASTARD! ILL-“

“YOULL WHAT? KILL ME?” His voice…it’s almost like he’s having fun.

You gulp.

“…why the fuck are you trying to act like someone you’re not. Stop fucking stuttering about not being able to kill a stupid teenage bitch and do it!”

You just gape for a bit..before you grit your teeth.

“Whoever the fuck you are…I’ll find you and kill you.”

“Really? Cause I’m all around you…and you don’t even know it.”

Click.

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I don’t know what happened…I just wrote until stuff came out. I actually apologize for this being caca. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE- please forgive me. Caca. Hehe.

[82mitsu]

{18Trip} The 18 Questions Corner - Natsuyaki Chihiro

This is a translation for the 18 questions interview uploaded on the official Youtube channel. I suggest to read this translation alongside it!

Note: P stands for "Player", this series has a voiced male & female character for the player. The interviews are conducted by the male player in this case.

Full TL note at the end of the interview due to its length! But as an opener:

Chihiro refers to himself as ちぃ (Chii) at times. This is kept as is when explicitly mentioned, other times regular first person pronouns in English are used.

P: 18 questions for the Tourism Ward Mayors! We look forward to your cooperation!

Chihiro: Let's get it popping!

What’s your name?

Call me Natsuyaki Chihiro.

How old are you?

22 years old! Still got the pep in my step!

Tell us about your occupation!

I’m an Alpha Dazzler on social media ☆ You better hit that follow button and share my posts!

What’s the first thing you do when waking up in the morning?

The full course of washing my face, putting on a beauty mask, and brushing my teeth!

Anything you’re particular about with lunch?

Snapping pics with filters that make it look sooo yummy♪ is a must!

What pops up in your mind when it comes to “evening”?

Um… looong shadows.

What’s your routine before bed?

Can’t skip out on updating my socmed & checking my notifs~ Gotta give each and every Dazzler that sweet “Like”!

Where do you start with washing your body?

My hair persnaps~ Hair treatment for super silkiness!

What’s essential when leaving for a trip?

Toooootes my phone!!!

What do you check before traveling somewhere?

I like, so gotta check where all the fancy spots are.

What’s your favorite method of transportation for traveling? 

Don’tcha just wanna go with the flow and hop on whatev’s the local transport there~?

What’s one item you’d bring to a deserted island?

My phone… ah, but like, a deserted island doesn’t have signal, does it?

Please give us some fanservice! 

✧・ﾟ: *Welcome, little kitten. Let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest*:・ﾟ✧ How’s that~!? OMG, did Chii just like, serve and eat that!?

Who’s someone you’d lean on for support? 

That's gotta be Taotao~ He’s easy to talk to!

Who would you swap bodies with for a day?

Morning Squad’s Ten-chamu!

What would you want to do as them?

Ten-chamu’s style of dancing is lil’ bit of a diff genre, right~ So I wanna try breakdancing like that!

Pass on a message to your roommates!

Taotao~ Chii wants to also like, get master rank in Anigun’s new season so plz carry me ‘kay♪

Tell us from the heart, what’s a “journey” to you? 

A super duper hype meeting!!! I want all the people I see for the first time ever to recognize Chii’s charm~☆

P: Thank you, those were all 18 questions!

Chihiro: Oatscurry! See ya at Chii’s stream laters!

Chihiro: Natsuyaki Chihiro! HAMA’s 12th Ward Mayor. Leave all the hospitality to Chii the Commanding Officer of Hype to deliver you the bestest of best!

TL notes:

よろぴく (yoropiku) is outdated slang for よろしく (yoroshiku). Has been turned into various slangy ways to represent it.

トリメ is short for トリートメント, aka hair treatment.

イケカテ is short for “ikemen voice category” which is a way to classify what kind of voices you prefer. If you hear someone that makes you go, “Kyaah~ such a handsome voice!” you file him away in ikekate. If it’s like “Woaaah, so cyoot!” you file him away in kawakate (kawa being kawaii). Chihiro also makes a pun with this: ikekate rosen demo ikenjanee (lit. can’t I like, go down the ikekate route!?). While this has been reworked into something else completely, I included it in the TL note simply as an FYI. 

あげぽよ (agepoyo) is Gyaru slang for when something is super duper extra mega hype poggers, etc.

There’s more quirky stuff, but he drained me of all my braincells for now.

[phlurrii]

Okay we’re 2 day late, buT-

I am SO. Happy to announce 2 things! The first is that Meau and Noe will both be getting New reference sheets with a lil change to them after the next update which is so close to being done I could scream. The second is the reveal that Meau and Missingno. are now…

REAL.

Okay wooptydo so are mostly every other Mew/Two nerd’s cats on here. What’s so special about these bozo’s?

WELL. LEMME TELL YA.

They are both, including shiny Noe there, from Pokémon Red virtual console. What does that mean? It means I ripped them straight out of the first ported Pokémon Games ever made! They are both from the classic Mew glitch that ravaged playgrounds from 1996 and beyond. As seen below, we got some neato pictures of them in their pixelated glory. The process to catch them is easy, get to cerulean city, dip before a trainer can see you, beat up a slowpoke/shelder and then hit nugget bridge. Boom, notorious cat, just don’t talk to TC while catching it they WILL doom your catching luck.

The hard part is AFTER. Since you summon these lil buggers using glitches, shocker! Poke transporter doesn’t see them as legal and banishes them to being stuck in the VC. So the process of yanking them out is a very long and tedious maiden, filled with accidentally erasing my save file twice and murdering my mews along with it. First time wasn’t my fault, second time definitely on me XD but I digress! You basically break into the games inaccessible bag through item overflow and rip out things you really shouldn’t have, AKA, 8F. Then through having select Pokémon, items, all in a specific order, you use 8F and BOOM.

They are now legal and get be dragged through to home! Do a lil extra leg work to force one to be shiny through stat manipulation + 8F and you’ll have yourself a normal and shiny gameboy marked mew! But the shitty part is once you finally take them OUT of the game…

They lose their nicknames.

So you just did all that work for two custom gameboy mews and you don’t even get to name them? Abosolute BS and Lowkey broke my heart, cuz I didn’t just spend 3 play throughs, 37 hours total, to get these guys and NOT have them named. So 8 forums, 3 poke editor tools, a dump of my moon save file onto my computer, an action replay, super sweet redditor, and a modded DS later…

They got their names back and we’re still legal lil bastards that I’m currently getting some ribbons on before they make the last leg of the journey to Pokémon Home, for SWSH and eventually Scarlet and Violet. Officially making all 7 of my individual mews I’ve collected from events, gifts, and questionably legal glitches, safely in one place.

The actual ancient mews were definitely the HARDEST to get out of all of them, but if your interested, I did the majority of this process right before Austin John Plays YT dropped a whole video on it. So if you also wanna do this, I’d recommend it only if you have the time and energy to suffer. As well as DONT go in and name them, you will lose it, I am simply a mad man and was determined to they their names back.

[fanficwriter284]

Okay I finally managed to write something ... .I seriously have hit like a writing wall and lost so much writing motivation…BUT I ASSURE YOU I'M TRYING TO GET BACK INTO IT…And I’ve been missing Chelsea so much. So I decided to write about it. And I will be including @twyz’s (Btw totally check out all their AU’s and OCs and art. It’s all Chef's kiss ... .Oh? You thought I was asking? No seriously….Go check it out…I’m not asking…...Haha I’m totally joking about the threatening part…but seriously….If you love eye candy go check out their blog…) OC Gloria aka Chelsea’s older sister for anyone new here. And I will be including Benny because I’ve been missing him as well. Also be aging them up a bit you’ll see why… 

The new school year had recently rolled around, Chelsea the Ray’s youngest daughter now starting high school, now a week in. Something she hadn’t been overly thrilled about, however the youngest saw no point in complaining. School was seen more of a chore than anything, following the repetitive mundane routine. Wake Up, Dress, Breakfast, Head Out the Door, Repeat….Repeat….Repeat…

Thankfully the first week had concluded much to her relief. Gloria, the Rays second youngest, noticed something was wrong with her sister. She had been more tense than usual, normally she’d let it go but she could tell something had been nagging her baby sister and now she needed to know what. 

After dinner, Gloria ventured down the hall down to Chelsea’s room, stopping for a moment to think, staring at the periwinkle door to ground her thoughts. Her blue orbs falling on the old measurement marks slashed across Chelsea’s door frame. The memories of helping her father lineup little Chelsea against the wall struggling to get an accurate height, as the little youngest would fiddle and fidget, stretched a smile along her rosy face. Gently she did her usually two, three, one knock, to let her sister know it was her, waiting for a response.

“Come in Gloria”, Chelsea spoke from her desk.

Gloria made her way in, walking over to her sister peering over her shoulder.

“Algebra?” she smiled placing on Chelsea’s shoulder

“Yep, fun stuff” Chelsea sighed, looking up at her sister.

“You were right, Mr. Lance is a jerk”

“Told ya, the guys are not the nicest or the brightest” she responded.

“Yeah he didn’t take me correcting his math lightly” Chelsea snickered, flashing her sister a toothy grin. 

“Hehe yeah. The guys getting paid to teach and yet he can barely do that” Gloria smiled lightly ruffling Chelsea’s hair.

Gloria hopped onto Chelsea bed lightly tapping the spot beside her. The youngest followed sitting cross legged looking over at her sister.

‘What’s up?”

Gloria took a deep breath, letting it out as she scooted closer to her sister. “Hey you know you can come to me for anything right?”

“Yeah, why? Something wrong?” Chelse questioned, tilting her head.

“Well it’s just since you started school, I’ve noticed that you’ve been….a bit tense…Is everything okay?”

Chelsea gave a curious blink, “Yeah everything fine” she spoke adjusting her bowtie, “probably just school jitters. Sorry if it looks like I’ve been on edge”, Chelsea gave another smile, “and that’ll probably wear off since it’s the weekend. Pa said we’re going over to Uncle Slap’s and hanging out with our cousins. So it should be fun. I’m hoping for a barbeque. And I’ve been wanting to hear the Jamies side of the story about the blowing up the science lab.”

Gloria wasn’t buying it. Not in the slightest, but she knew Chelsea all too well and knew this was the most she was going to get out of her. She gave a supportive smile and nodded, pulling her in close, “Alright then. But remember my rooms right down the hall if you ever wanna talk okay?”

Chelsea, though not one for embraces, smiled and leaned in, “Alright”

“Wait he blew up what?”

…

Monday had rolled around again, and Gloria decided to keep an eye on her younger sister. Seeing if anything was truly wrong…or perhaps she was just being nosy, and her gut had been off. During lunch she spotted Chelsea sitting with Benny, and a new girl. She took a moment to study. Sandy hair, freckled cheeks, dimples, lime eyes, a light pink blouse, and a headband. She seemed friendly, sitting with the two, only then did she see Chelsea’s body tense, seemingly staring daggers into the newcomer. Gloria noticed the tightening of Chelsea’s lips, a habit she often did when she was annoyed, and the subtle scooching toward Benny. If only she could hear the conversation. 

…

Chelsea suppressed a frown, forcing a friendly grin at the new girl, who had taken a liking to her best friend. A liking she wasn’t fond of. Not to mention this strawberry blonde was a yapper, steering the one-sided conversation every which way. Benny had turned off his hearing aids, and somewhat smiled along, something Chelsea wished she had the power to do. Much like her father she wasn’t a social butterfly, and found herself fantasizing about duct taping the new girl's mouth shut. Her focus only regained at the sight of the new girl leaning closer to Benny and playfully tugging at his shirt. 

“I was so pissed, like , can you even believe that?! And so then my Uncle totally–”

“OKAY!.....Benny and I are going to miss our next block….We should get going”

“Class doesn’t start for another 10 minutes” the girl responded, moving closer to Benny.

“Well I don’t like being late…Earlier the better” Chelsea forced out grabbing Benny's hand and practically dragging the teen to their next class.

“I’ll come!”

Chelsea rolled her eyes, her grip on Benny’s hand tightening as she walked. Benny didn’t mind and quickened his pace, his cheeks slightly blushing at the sudden hand grab. 

…

Luckily the last and most dreadful block arrived. Chemistry. Chelsea was actually quite fond of the subject only she’d be sharing the class with the new girl. And today was a lab, much to her dismay Benny had been paired up with the new girl, and she was paired with the Karen of a neighbor's son, Urhighness. Who thankfully had grown more tolerable throughout the years and his time with the Rays. 

Benny hid a frown that had been tugging at his lips as he now had to endure the new girls rambling and her constant need to be next to him…Practically joined at the him. 

Chelsea now with a set of goggles read the lab report, following the procedure with precise precision, occasionally glancing over at Benny and his lab partner, feeling her grip tighten around her pencil. 

“You okay Chels? Something bugging you?”

Chelsea blinked, snapping from her gaze, “Nope…everything's peachy Ness….”

“....Right…So ya got the test tube?” He commented looking over the lab sheet.

“Yeah sure, here” she said, her eyes back on Benny.

Ness chuckled slightly, shaking his head, “Someone's jealous,” he muttered under his breath.

“Me? Jealous? Please” Chelsea clapped back, shooting him a look. 

“What? Can’t I point out the obvious?”

Chelsea shot him another look, before uttering a comeback she heard the new girl's overly animated bubbly laugh that made her snap her pencil. 

“Way to contaminate the work station, Chels”  he remarked, gently taking her snapped pencil and tossing it out, giving her one of his. 

“You’re upset your boyfriends is clearly being hit on, understandable but can we deal with your drama another day please”

Chelsea squinted, “He’s not my boyfriend he’s my best friend”

“Yeah okay. Keep telling yourself that. Because your face says otherwise. And tell your cousin that I said thanks for blowing up the old science lab, this ones a total upgrade ” he snickered.

….

Thankfully the end of the school day came, and Gloria, Chelsea, and Benny had decided to walk home together. Benny listened to music through his hearing aids, while the two sisters chatted. 

“So how was school?” Gloria asked,

“Fine”

Gloria’s face fell for a moment, but she quickly recomposed herself before Chelsea could notice, “So I noticed, a new girl sitting with you guys at lunch, what’s her name?” 

Gloria noticed Chelsea’s jaw tighten and body tense, “Cindy, can’t tell if that's her actual name or a nickname.”

“So…you two friends? Or…”

“Not friends. She's more like a tick than anything” Chelsea remarked with a slight glance towards Benny, that didn’t go unnoticed by Gloria. 

“Okay noted…I saw she was close with Ben–” 

“No she’s not. If she was close with him she’d probably bother to ask about him instead of talking about herself for a straight hour”

There was a sore nerve. 

Gloria saw Chelsea’s face flush each time she mentioned Benny. She knew all too well Benny had a crush on Chelsea since the 3rd grade but couldn’t help but smirk at the thought the feeling was now mutual. 

“Okay so she’s full of herself. Just try and avoid her like the plague. Or better yet dump her on Urhighness” 

Chelsea smirked at the idea, “Ya know you might be onto something”

…

The following week Chelsea managed to get a word out in conversation and mentioned Urhighness, immediately catching Cindy's attention curious as to who he was.

“He should be over– Hey Ness. This is Cindy” Chelsea grinned, motioning to her.

“...Ah yeah Cindy…I’ve heard a lot about you” he responded.

“Oh really? I’m sure they were all good things right Urhighness?”

Ness forced a smile side-eyeing Chelsea, “Many things…And I just go by Ness now…You can drop the Urhigh” he responded, shaking her hand noticing her tight grip. 

“Oh and he also thinks you’re really pretty,” Chelsea smirked, locking eyes with Ness.

“Awww thank you!” She smiled and pulled him into a tight hug.

Ness nervously chuckled, glaring at Chelsea awkwardly returning the hug, silently mouthing “fuck you” 

Chelsea could only smirk, flipping him off. 

[devildomditzy]

Pacts 2; Levi - A Mammon x MC Fic

Part one of ?

Haven’t read Pacts No. 1? Click here for the three part story!

🚨🚨:) this is still missing the final line on mobile and it’s displaying twice on desktop. i don’t know what to do about that :)

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Ah, nothing like a nice mist hitting your face on a hot day to keep you cool from the sweltering heat of hell.

Was it a light rain that suddenly moved in, uninvited? no.

Was it one of those flimsy tourist fans found at human realm theme parks that mixed a laughable amount of water into its foam propellers to bring your body temperature down?

of course not.

Was it your demonic boyfriend spitting out your shared bufo egg tea all over your face in shock at the words that had just left your mouth? bingo.

“YA WANNA WHAT?!”

“First of all, gross,” you grimace, wiping the remnants of the drink off of your cheeks and out of your eyes. “Second of all, I said I want to form a pact with Levi.”

“W-Why do ya need to go a do a thing like that for! You’ve got me! Ain’t I enough?!”

You can’t help the small smile that begins to form on your lips. Of course he’d get jealous over this. And while Mammon was certainly more than enough on his own for you personally, you simply couldn’t help but want to get closer to your newly forced housemates.

“It’s not that! You’re perfect. It would just…be nice you know…to have more than one friend here. And to maybe get to know your brothers more?”

“T-There’s no need! I can tell ya anything about them ya wanna know!”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I want to be friends with them!”

“And out of all of em to be friends with, ya pick Levi?!”

You roll your eyes at your incredulous pact mate. “Well, he was the first one to talk to me besides you. And he didn’t have to be forced to, unlike some people”.

While you mutter the last part under your breath, it was still loud enough to hear, causing a swift flick to your forehead from the second born.

“Oi! Do I gotta remind ya he used ya to make me pay him back? He saw ya as a means to an end! At least I saw ya for what you were.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A spoiled brat”, he mocks, ruffling a hand atop your head causing you to lightly push him back.

“Cmon. I didn’t make you and Beel marathon TSL for nothing! Levi’s not gonna just befriend some normie who doesn’t know their stuff! I gotta get good!”

“Gross! You’re even startin’ to sound like him.”

“Lol.”

“Ugh! Stop, I feel like I’m on a date with my brother!”

“Lmao. Rofl.”

“CAN IT!”

Mammon takes another irritated sip of tea before continuing, “How’d ya expect to do that anyway huh? It’s Levi we’re talkin’ about. The only person he’s nice to ain’t even a person. It’s a damn fish for cryin’ out loud!”

Your eyes twinkle in determination. “Maybe he just hasn’t met anyone like me!”

Mammon breaks out into a cackle at that one. “Yeah, you’re certainly somethin’!” He can hardly contain his laughter. “Aw shut up”, you shine, playfully pushing his shoulder. “It’ll work! I’ve already got a plan!”

“Ah- does this little ‘plan’ involve me?”, he questions, whipping away a stray tear.

You shoot him a mischievous look as you steal the cup away from him. “Yes, to some degree.”

“Damn. You’re really hellbent on this, huh?”

You nod in agreement. Of course you were, though why you could not disclose to the demon in front of you. You’ve heard someone? or something? calling to you from the top of that spiral staircase ever since you got here, the one Lucifer was determined to keep you from climbing. Unlucky for him, you were just as determined to get up there. The others must be suspicious too, considering the fact they’ve been dropping hints on how to catch Levi off guard.

Appealing to his music aficionado side with a rare cursed record was sure to work to lure Lucifer from the place his been guarding steadfast, but first you had to obtain said record. Of course, that’s were Levithan came in, the owner of the TSL record. Also, adding one more demon friend to your repertoire wouldn’t hurt. The more the merrier.

A TSL quiz, you wagered to the third born, to prove who was the biggest fan. Talking about TSL was about the only way to get him to interact with you, and it seems he wasn’t gonna budge. If he wants you to prove you can be a bigger dweeb then him, fine. So be it. As long as it brought you closer together.

And one step closer to the top of that staircase.

You stand up abruptly, wiping the front of your uniform off. “C’mon, we’re going to go talk to Simeon.”

Your lover looks at you with an annoyed gaze. “Ugh, why do I have to come? I don’t need anythin’ from the angel or the pipsqueak.”

“No, but you’ll do it because you looooove me? Or, you know, I could just command you to come with me?”, you point out, a crucial detail that he seems to forget often.

“Hey! You can’t play those cards! That’s cheatin’”.

You lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I learned from the best!”.

The second born (begrudgingly) grabs your hand as you walk towards purgatory hall together in search of Simeon at the behest of Satan’s advice. You needed something big to stump Levi, something he can’t one up you on, something that will make him jealous. And for some reason, it seems the answer to your prayers lie with the angel.

“WHAT!? Woah woah woah slow down! Ya mean to tell me you know what happens in the ninth volume of The Seven Lords!?”, your boyfriend questions, openly gawking at the angel sitting across from you.

Simeon chuckles fondly, “Is that so hard to believe?”. As you converse, Luke sits at his side, pouring you a steaming cup of devilwood tea all the while throwing the man sitting next to you a look that could kill.

“How do ya know all this? What happens to Geldie? To the Lord of Fools? To Henry? Ya gotta tell me!”, Mammon all but begs the angel.

Once again Simeon let’s out a laugh at his astonishment. “Let’s just say the author and I are…close.”

“Isn’t this a series of books? How does Mammon know about it? Does he even know how to read?”, pips the smaller of the two, still holding his glare steady.

“Oi! How dare ya speak to yer elders like that! Course I can read!”

“How long did it take you to finish all eight books?”, questions Luke in an innocent voice you can tell is laced with venom.

“Uh- I uh- I didn’t read the books. I-Im not some nerd! I watched the movies. B-but I coulda read em if I wanted to!”

Luke’s laughter fills the room as Simeon has to hold back another giggle.

“Shaddup, tiny! Even yer laughs sound like yapping.”

Luke snaps to attention at his comment, Mammon’s teasing.

“Hey! I am not a chihuahua!”, he shouts, crossing his arms across his chest.

You give Simeon an apologetic glance on behalf of your second half. He simply responds back with a knowing one, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder.

“Luke, would you please go brew some more tea for our guests?”, he asks as gently as he can.

"Hmph!", Luke indignantly huffs as he snatched the kettle off the table and heads towards the kitchen.

Simeon settles back on the couch after watching Luke leave the room. Facing the two of you once more, he says, “I suggest the two of you make yourselves comfortable. This… may take awhile.”

[mustanggg]

(You and Rick Grimes are friends you have been attracted to one another ever since you joined the group. Now settled and safe in Alexandria you concoct a plan to get him into your bed)

Tw: dirty talk, spanking, breath play

It’s been three months since you and your group settled down in Alexandria. Everyone’s slowly adjusted to the concept that you were all safe and there was no longer the need to be in high alert and rotate watches. Life was easier.

You’ve been with the group for a while now. You pulled your weight and in turn earned the trust of everyone. Especially Ricks. You and him always fought side by side, whether against walkers or those who threatened your family. Constantly having Rick beside you and console you brought up unfamiliar feelings inside you. As you grew to trust him you also slowly fell in love with the leader. Everyone saw the looks you both sent each other and little brushes moving as you moved past one another.

You never voiced your feelings, never hinted. You fought by his side and trusted his instincts, never voicing your attraction. Except now in months after settling in Alexandria, where you share a house with him and his two kids, you saw an opportunity you couldn’t pass up. You decided that night Rick was going to occupy your bed.

After getting dressed in shorts and a tank top, today being a lazy day, you waltz down stairs for breakfast. Rick was cooking eggs and serving Carl.

“Morning Carl, Rick,” you greeted as you waltzed into the kitchen. Carl looked up and smiled in greeting around a mouthful of food.

“Mornin” Rick drawls as he flips the eggs and turns his attention to you. His gaze running up and down your body elicits goosebumps.

Carl finishing up his food let’s Rick know, “I’m spending the day with Enid Dad. I’ll pick Judith up from Carols on the way back tonight. See ya.” Then he’s out the door without a backwards glance.

“So officer, what’s on your agenda today?” You question him as you lean against the counter beside him to watch him cook.

“Nothing at the moment. Run was cancelled because Daryl’s bike needs fixing,” Rick says as he plates the eggs and passes you the plate. As you take it from him you deliberately brush your fingertips together. His eyes snap to yours and and then to your lips as you watch as his lips part and eyes darken as you bite your bottom lip at the electricity through your small contact.

“Aw, wanna spend the a lazy day with me?” You question innocently. Rick, still recovering just nods, eyes still on your lips as you take the first bite.

Moaning as the flavours hit your taste bud you lips wrap around the fork and eyes snap to Rick. Whose breathing has picked up as he watches transfixed at your lips wrapped around the fork.

Coughing to clear his throat he turns to the sink and begins washing up as you finish your plate of eggs. Smirking slyly to yourself you push off the counter and walk up behind him. Reaching around him you place the plate in the side of soap and as you retract you teasingly trace your fingers up his forearms where goosebumps have erupted. Rick is frozen at your touch. Plates forgotten.

You rest you chin on his shoulder and press your hard nipples against his back and feel the sudden hitch in his breath at the feel of you. “You won’t regret it,” you sensually whisper in his ear before you retract and turn around to go to the lounge room.

Pulling away our breath your eyes meet ricks as he smirks down at you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste those lips of yours,” his whispers before he crashes your lips back together.

Giving another tug in his hair, Rick hikes you up into your arms as you giggle against him. In this new position his bulge rests against you in the most delicious way. You mewl as you rub yourself along his bulge, panties grow incredibly wet.

As Ricks lips leave yours to travel down to kiss your neck you whimper desperately to him. “Please,” you beg him, tugging on his curls as he bites your neck.

“Please what sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Rick commands and your panties grow even more soaked at his dominance.

Rutting against him even more frantically you moan, “I need you inside me. Please Rick.”

Groaning into your neck Rick Carrie’s you up the stairs and into his bedroom, all the while still attacking your neck with kisses and bruises. Placing you on the bed you sit back to admire Rick; lips swollen, breathing heavy with dark, hungry eyes and you clench your legs at the sight.

He goes to kneel down between you legs but you stop his advances. Looking confused his eyes meet yours. “Next time. I need you inside me. Fuck me, Rick.”

Smirking he lifts his top over his head and starts unbuckling his belt as you strip to. Today isn’t about passion. Today was about the release only you two could bring one another. Next time you’d both worry about the love and connection.

As you both undress you follow one another’s movements, milking in the sight of each other’s bodies. Dropping his pants and boxers you bite your lip at the size of him. He’d definitely stretch you further then you had been before.

Fully undressed you scoot to the middle of the bed where you flip over and raise your ass in the air with your chest pressed against the bed. Looking over at him you smirk invitingly at him, almost challenging.

Climbing onto the bed Rick settles behind your on his knees as he admires you. “At least let me prepare you,” he argues. Before you have the chance to reply he’s already pushing his finger inside you to the knuckle. Your eyes close at the surprise and you moan. He doesn’t waste long, retreating and adding another, closely watching your face. Pushing back in he curls his fingers just right and your hips drop further at the sudden explosion of pleasure.

“Fuckk. Right there. Oh my god Rick,” you grip the sheets as he hits the spot again.

“That’s it sweetheart. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he coos before he suddenly withdraws completely.

Opening your eyes your about to protest before he slams into you without any warning and your protests die on your tongue. Moaning loudly your eyes squeeze shut at the size of him and at the feeling of him stretching you.

Gripping your hips, Rick stills to allow you to adjust. “Fuck. You’re so ducking tight sweetheart. Your gripping my cock just perfectly,” he growls. All you can do is moan in response and beg him to move.

Rick slowly retracts till it’s just the tip then slams back into you, both of you groaning. Retracting again, Rick stops suddenly with on his top inside. “Beg. Show me how much you want me.”

Trying to push back against him, you plead. “Please Rick. Please. Oh my god please move,” you whine desperately.

As Rick rams back into you, you moan louder then before and clamp down on him as his hand delivers a smack to your ass cheek. “Jesus. You like that huh? Like when I use you how I see fit.”

Not being able to form a sentence you moan and push back against him, begging him to hit you again. And he obliges.

On one particular hit and one hard thrust Rick hits your gspot and you explode around him, your walls contracting as stars fly behind your eyelids. “Fuck your so tight. You feel so good sweetheart. Come on you can give me one more.”

With shaking legs you weakly try to protest and pull away but he just flips you onto you back and smashes his lips to yours, swallowing your moan as he pushes back inside. “I want to see your gorgeous face as I fuck you. See how good only I can make you feel when you grip my cock,” Rick groans as he thrusts into you.

Grabbing one of his hands from your waist you wrap it around your throat. Ricks hips stutter as you draw in one last breath and tighten his fingers until you can’t breath. The look in his eyes at the dominance over controlling your breathing can only be described as animalistic.

“Fuck. You look so sexy at my mercy. Hand wrapped around your throat,” Ricks thrusts become harder and faster at the new sight of you.

Right as he finds that the spot inside you again your faces screw up as you try to moan, right when Rick loosens his grip and air rushes back into your lungs, prolonging the pleasure before he cuts you off again.

Feeling the fluttering of your walls around him his voice drifts to you as his other hand reaches your clit to rub furiously. “Fuck you’re so unbelievably wet and tight. You don’t get another breath until you come all around my cock.”

At his quick and sharp thrusts and rubbing of your nub you can feel the coil inside you tightening as you body begins to need air. He applies pressure to your clit and quickens his actions, driving you over the edge and making you clamp down onto his cock once again. Ricks hips falter through your orgasm and you know he’s close. At the height of your orgasm you’re about to tug his wrist for air when he lets go and allows oxygen to fill your lungs again. Air rushing in with your orgasm still going you’re thrown into even more pleasure and clamp down even harder.

“Fuck,” he growls before his hips bottom out and he stills inside you, painting you with his come. He collapses onto you as you both ride out one another’s orgasms.

Lifting himself up after catching his breath he slowly pulls out and rolls over beside you. “Definitely worth it,” he remarks as he begins to laugh.

Body jelly and satisfied you just turn your head and smirk at him.

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You might recall older posts featuring audio and/or quotes from Peter's June 1983 interview with NPR (such as here, here, here, and here). There are also some audio snippets on this fan page's YouTube channel. But since the full audio is too long to upload to YouTube, I transcribed the full audio interview, and thought I'd share that transcript here for anyone who might be interested in reading this snapshot of a moment in time.

Terry Gross: "Um, you wanna wait for the coffee before we start?" Peter Tork: "Yes, let’s wait for the coffee." TG: "Good. It’ll be a couple of minutes. We’re waiting for the coffee. Yeah." PT: "Push the button that says stop. [long silence] Does he have to get a key to stop the tape machine? (chuckles)" TG: "So, soon as the coffee’s ready, we’ll…" PT: "We’ll just hit it. (Speaks louder) Okay, now, the thing about the songs is, snatches, this is that, the piece of this, that’s all right, but if you put on songs, then I’m just gonna be the whole..." [recording cuts off]. TG: "Are you comfortable talking about The Monkees?" PT: "It’s a mixed bag. Sometimes I am. Actually, to tell you the truth, I’m not comfortable but it’s not because I… about talking about The Monkees, it’s because I haven’t had a cigarette since yesterday." TG: "Do you wanna light one up?" PT: "Noooo." TG: "Oh, you’re trying to stop." PT: "Well, I’m trying to put it off." TG: "(laughs) Savor it a little." PT: "Put off the next cigarette for, well, hopefully for a very long time, but just not smoke one right now." TG: "Okay. How did you first hear about the Monkees audition?" PT: "Stephen Stills called me and said, 'Go try out.'"

TG: "He auditioned?" PT: "I don’t know whether he auditioned exactly, or whether he had just met the producers socially, but… Steve was a friend of mine on the Village streets in early 60s. He, as a matter of fact, hit town and became instantly known as that guy who looks like Tork, which was my name in those days. And I ran across him on the street. I said, 'I know who you are. You’re the kid who looks like me.’ He said, 'I know who you are. You’re the kid I’m supposed to look like.’ Anyway, so we cut back again to a couple of years later, and Steve knows this guy, and it turns out to be Bob Rafelson, one of the producers, who says to him, in his own inimitable way, 'Well, we like ya a lot, but your hair and teeth are wrong for our production, they ain’t photogenic. You know anybody who looks like you who’s got good hair and teeth?’ Stephen said, 'My friend Peter.’ And so Stephen called me and said, 'Go try out for this thing.’ And I said, 'Yeah, yeah, sure, Steve, yeah, right, instant success, gimme a break.’ And he said, 'No, no, really, try out.’ 'All right, all right, all right.’ So, you know, I took my hard-earned savings, which I’d been making washing dishes at this club in southern, way southern California, fifty miles south of Hollywood, and took a bus up to Hollywood and back down again, and up and down for auditions. And eventually won the part." TG: "What was the audition like?" PT: "Well, it started off with just a huge gang of kids in the office. The office had one secretary type and two offices, one on either side. You went into which ever one was free next and if they didn’t like you, that was it. If they did like you, then you went into the next guy’s office when he was free, and if he liked you, then they sent you to this — they gave you a, what they called a personality interview: they just had the cameras running on the set of I Dream Of Jeannie or something, and they asked you questions. And then, if they thought that was… that was actually also, I think, a photogenic test — photo genesis test (chuckles): Were you born in the camera? But after that, then came the regular screen test, which was scripted, and they had a set there, and a director, and he said, 'Do this and do that, and don’t do this and do this other thing.’ And they had, by that time, had gotten down to eight guys, and they divided them up into teams of two, and each one of them did the screen test with the script and the stage actions: 'Hey, man, what’s really the matter?’ 'Aw, I don’t know, it’s about Celia, you know.’ 'Yeah, yeah, I know, man.’ Like that." TG: "So that was the audition." PT: "That was, well, that was the whole audition process." TG: "Did, did they test you for chemistry with each other, since this was a band that was put together by producers?" PT: "No, they made, they made their assumptions and shot. They said, Well, we need one of these and one of these, two from column A and one from column B." TG: "Yeah, so, so what were the types that you were supposed to fit?" PT: "Well, I actually think that what they did… They didn’t just say, 'Actually, we need one of each of these.' What they said was, 'We’re going to need a bunch of qualities and pretty much the qualities… and we need them somehow or another combined among these guys.' I think basically one of the reasons I was chosen was — I can think of two good reasons why I was chosen. One is that I brought that character of the dummy to the audition. And they needed an odd man out, a guy who is like a little, you know, slightly turned from the other guys; straight-ahead rock and roll band, and one kind of simpatico, simplicico kind of a guy, and that was my character. And so that was one of the reasons why I was chosen. The other reason I think I was chosen is because I did the screen test in one take. At least, I thought it was impressive, I hope they did, too. In any case, it was like that, I got — I was the odd man out, Davy was the little British or romantic, and then two other guys, one of them light and crazed, and the other kind of dark and serious. And so that was the way it was balanced out." TG: "Were you asked to watch Beatles movies or listen a lot to Beatles records to develop the kind of sound and image that they had?" PT: "No." TG: "Were you self-conscious of The Monkees being considered to be like a Beatles imitation band?" PT: "Well, I — there was a lot of criticism to that effect and I think I took it to heart, and now I think I took it to heart too much. Because, really, it was, I think in some ways, Micky and Davy had a healthier attitude about it as I look back on it now. They didn’t go for that imitation this or organic that, you know, they just read their scripts, they came to the studio and read their parts, and that was all they ever cared about doing. You know, 'Give me a part and pay me at the end of the week.’ That’s all. And if I’d had that attitude, I would have been a lot happier. I would have been able to not worry. Because I heard a lot of different criticisms — and it all sounded as thought it was coming from one seriously important source, to me in those days. That was how I was. And I now see that each person had their own little carping to do. For instance, nobody ever said, to, in my knowledge, in those days, that we were a bunch of talentless actors. Everybody said we were talentless musicians, but not talentless actors. Because in Hollywood, we were respected pros doing what we had to do, cranking out this stuff week in and week out. You got it out, you were a pro; that was all anybody cared about in Hollywood. And so I said, Well, at least we had that much respect.’ I later find out that the struggling New York actors crowd are calling us talentless actors. But what I heard was the struggling musicians crowd in L.A., and all of the would-be-goods that are going, Well, these guys don’t play their own instruments,’ and all that… horseradish." TG: "You find that the rap has changed about the program? Because so many people look back on it affectionately now as being, like, a real pop piece from that period?" PT: "I don’t — it’s a good question. I don’t know whether the rap itself has changed, but I’m hearing more good rap about it. Which maybe comes to the same thing." TG: (laughs) PT: "You’re laughing because I spilled my coffee." TG: "Because you spilled your coffee, yeah. Did the studio control your personal life or your image? Like, was it okay to have girlfriends?" PT: "Oh, sure." TG: "Um, was it okay to be seen with them?" PT: "It’s okay to have sex. (laughs)" TG: "(laughs) You never know with studios, like how much control they’re exerting or what they want you to look like to your public." PT: "Well, they wouldn’t let us criticize the war in Vietnam." TG: "Really?" PT: "Really." TG: "Did you want to?" PT: "Yup. I actually did, to a New York Times reporter, and they made me, asked me very seriously, very strenuously, to call her and ask her to withhold that section of the interview. And I did, and she did, she was very kind about it. But it was… I look back on it and it seems kind of silly, but I think that the whole point of the project was: don’t make waves. Look like revolutionary, look like something new, but don’t make waves. On the other hand, in the experience of an awful lot of our audience, we were something new. So I can’t knock that." TG: "Do you think you would have been more of an activist if you weren’t part of TV at the time?" PT: "I don’t know. I never did march, you know, I never did carry a sign. The only thing I ever did was a sit-down strike someplace. Not much. You know, I never really did get into activism, and I don’t know whether it’s just because I’m a flat-out coward or I have some deep understanding of the cosmic truth of the fact that it doesn’t do any good or whatever, in whatever case, that’s just — that’s what it is, I don’t do it much." TG: "Bob Rafelson, who was one of the producers of the show, is now also known as a director of such films as Five Easy Pieces. Have you kept in touch with him at all?" PT: "No." TG: "Did you, like, go to see his other movies?" PT: "I happen to have seen some of the other movies… Of course I saw Five Easy Pieces because we were still associated with those guys as that movie was being put together. I mean, Easy Rider, and then I saw Five Easy Pieces because it was Jack Nicholson who helped us make the movie Head, the Monkee movie. And, and I think, I think Jack is super. And of course, one of the things that I — I have a feeling about Jack because I see the crazy guy that he portrays on screen and I see him in life and he’s still got that, that something, you know, out of bounds is still there, and still, in his actual character, he is one of the great open-minded, open-hearted sweeties that I know. And to see a man with that, these vast, seemingly vast, differences, working and playing these crazed people on screen, and still — I mean, the reason that he’s as big a star as he is, is because he does have the capacity to be abstract about his own work. You should have heard, you should have seen what it was like working with him. He’s a great technician, which is one of the great attributes. You can’t be a crazy maniac like that and not be a good technician if you want to have a career. Because you’ll just go out of bounds without any kind of viewing. And… wow, how’d we get off on that?" TG: "Did you want to pursue acting after The Monkees?" PT: "I didn’t care what I did. I, I’m an entertainer. If I act, or play music, or like I’m doing tonight at Godfrey Daniel in Bethlehem, if I do that… I have a rock band now, it’s called The Peter Tork Project and we’ll probably be swinging through here. And we play thumping rock and roll, we just really beat the bejesus out of things and really stomp. And we have a hard time getting people to believe it, because I do my acoustic act and it depends almost entirely on rapport, and I don’t rock out too much because how much rock and roll can you do on an acoustic guitar or a piano? But… I do, so it’s very, a kind of quietish show, it’s a nice, mild show." TG: "What kind of material do you play solo?" PT: "Well, I do essentially… it’s like there’s an overlap. I do a large part of the same material in both shows. I do do some old Monkees songs, just because I know people want to hear that kind of stuff. And I do do some oldies, ‘50s rockers. And with the band, then we go on to the more heavy rock and roll, the band plays that and rockier stuff. And acoustically I play that and farther out stuff, more ballads, some… a J.S. Bach piece on the piano, one, count ‘em, one. And… like that. So, it’s old, old tunes; I play some more introspective stuff in an acoustic set." TG: "What kind of music do you listen to when you have time to listen?" PT: "Baroque, reggae, current pop from time to time if I happen — I don’t buy current pop records but I get them from my family for gifts and so on. I like Men At Work, I got that for Christmas, I thought it was great." TG: (laughs) PT: "That kind of stuff. The Police. Good — I like good music in almost every form. About the only kind of music that I really have a very hard time taking is opera, and Mozart. For some reason, Mozart I think is awful. I don’t know how come he’s so revered and so treasured. Out of about every dozen pieces that I hear, I think one is inventive and interesting, and the other seem to me just to be scales with flourishes." TG: "Well, I’ll send you all the angry mail when we get it. (laughs)" PT: "No thanks!" (laughter) TG: "Peter Tork is my guest, if you’re just joining us, who got started in, um, and came in very young when he was in The Monkees." PT: "Wait a minute, wait a — that’s not my start! I was playing in the Village for two and a half years. (jokingly) Made his mark in the entertainment industry, you might say, that, that would be fair." TG: "What kind of material were you playing in the Village?" PT: "Folk songs. Just the old folk songs, and 'Blowin’ In The Wind,' and protest songs and folk songs, five-string banjo stuff." TG: "Word was on The Monkees show that it was really studio musicians who were doing the instrumental part while The Monkees were actually doing the singing. Is that true?" PT: "The first two records. After that, we did a record all by ourselves, almost all by ourselves. And then after that, we went into a mixed mode, where it was a professional drummer and I’d be playing bass, or, you know I’d be playing guitar and we’d have a professional bass player, or something like that. At the outset it was — and the thing was that nobody was sure whether we could play, nobody had any idea of how much time. I mean, they really, you know, when you hire a professional studio musician, you know what you’re getting, you know that you can knock off a complete track of two tunes in three hours, maybe more. Just take them in, put the music in front of them, and hit it. And say, More of this, less of that, and okay, you got it. And that’s the way it goes. And they just didn’t know what it was like, and so because our services were needed most critically for making the TV series, it was just regard… also, Donnie Kirshner didn’t like to have people who couldn’t be told what to do. As a matter of fact, you may have noticed that, after he and The Monkees parted company, he decided that The Monkees were not plastic enough for him, went and did the Archies." TG: "Did he organize them also by audition?" PT: "The Archies? You’re kidding." TG: "I don’t know the whole folklore of the Archies." PT: "You know — have you ever seen an Archies comic book?" TG: "Yeah, oh! Of course. What am I thinking? Right." PT: "The Archies were those comic book characters, and whatever singers were willing to do what Kirshner paid them to do, did the records. And after that, they left. There were never any Archies, there never were. (laughs) Like I said, The Monkees were too real for Don Kirshner." TG: "Did you think of Kirshner as being an absurd character?" PT: "Yes." TG: "But powerful." PT: "Well, in his time he was powerful enough. He just was one of those characters whose set up and system happened to jibe with the commercial demand of the times. I don’t think Kirshner knew what he was doing at one level. At another level, he knew perfectly well what he was doing. He was… he listened to music, and he created music that he liked, and it sold millions to thirteen- and fourteen-year-olds." TG: "I’m getting the feeling that you were in a kind of awkward position of kind of understanding what kind of manipulation was happening and at the same time being willing to go along with it because it was good for your performing career." PT: "Well, I don’t know whether it was good for my performing career. The reason I went along with it is because I never took any initiative of anything on my own account. Really basically, I just did wherever I was pointed. You know, Stephen said, ‘Go try out,’ I tried out. They said, ‘Come here, do this.’ I did that. ‘Sign here.’ I signed there. And really, I’m just — I’m only recently now getting to the point in my life where I’m beginning to say, ‘Let me figure this out. What is it that I really want? What steps do I have to take, and what…’ And even then, you know, I have to recognize that I have no control over events. All I can do is say, ‘This is the kind of thing that I’d like, and this is the kind of thing that I have to do to make my chances better.’ And then I do that, and then I have to just let the results be whatever they are, to get into trying to make results happen, you know. As a matter of fact, in some ways that was one of the problems that… when I broke up with The Monkees, I left because I couldn’t get those guys back into the studio to do the same kind of thing that we’d done on our third album, which was Micky on drums, Michael on guitar, me on piano, our producer on bass, Davy Jones playing rhythm sections, and then hiring the occasional string player or something like that. Micky said, 'You can’t go back.' He thought he was Thomas Wolfe. And Davy said, 'I don’t wanna be banging a tambourine day in, day out. You guys, it takes you 54 takes to get your parts down, I’ve got my part down first take. Just bang a tambourine. I’m sick of banging a tambourine, Peter, I hope you don’t mind.’ 'Okay, Davy.’ And so we went into this mixed mode. But I wanted the guys to be a real, live group. I had this Pinocchio/Geppetto complex, you know. And when they wouldn’t go for it, I really — it burned me out. And there I was being burnt out because things wouldn’t happen my way, and it was a case of His Majesty The Baby, trying to, you know, have his own way. If I had had the good sense God gave me, I might have noticed that I was having my own personal way, that is, in the sense that I wanted for myself was happening. I could be in the studio playing bass or guitar or piano on every single cut The Monkees did from then on if I wanted to, but that wasn’t enough for me, I wanted things for other people to do, otherwise I wanted to produce and direct and write the script for the whole shebang." TG: "Why did you want everyone to be playing? Because you thought it was more honest? Or was there another reason?" PT: "I thought it was more honest, I thought it was a bigger deal, I wanted a real live group, I thought that this was the way things were done; I was a victim of the same illusions that other people were criticizing us for shattering in their lives. In other words, you’re not a — you don’t just do this all by yourselves, you’re not an organic group, you don’t this, you don’t that, and how could you, you’ve broken my heart.’ As if, you know, as if we’ve broken their heart, as if it wasn’t the shattering of false illusions. If you hang on to false illusions, of course your heart’s gonna get broken." TG: "Did you try to organize the band to maybe rebel against —" PT: "Mh-hm." TG "— the producer." PT: "Well, we did organize the band, and we did get — rebel against Don Kirshner, but it was Mike and me wanting to — each for reasons of our own — and Micky and Davy went along. And then we did the thing, and then everybody said, 'Well, that’s enough of that, thanks very much.’ And I went, 'No, no, no, you’ve got to do it the way we planned, the way I had in mind for us to do,' you know. The fact that everybody went along with what looked like my plan obscured my vision of the fact that everybody was doing what it was they thought they had to do for reasons of their own. And when their reasons changed, and their behavior changed, and my plan didn’t change, I went after them screaming to try to mend my shattered illusions. What a jerk." TG: "(laughs) How did being a television star and a recording star affect your schooling and your ability to have friendships and things like that?" PT: “I don’t know that it affected my ability to have friendships. Basically I don’t think I knew how to be or have a friend beforehand, and I don’t think I learned while I was in that operation. I mean, I had some good buddies, you know, but that wasn’t the same thing, I didn’t really understand. There was only one person in my life that I could turn to when I was hurting who happened somehow to know what it was, what it took to stop me hurting, and that was a woman named Karen Harvey, who later joined me on the West Coast. And I thought, well, here’s a friend come to join me and this will be a real friend. And we were pretty good friends, I guess, but there wasn’t any that, you know, that — I didn’t know what a friend did in a sense of how, on a day-to-day basis, do you maintain your friendships, do you go out of your way to make sure that things are nice and right and, you know, the kind of work that a friendship takes. You don’t just have a friendship without work. And I didn’t know that. And I’m not so sure I know it now. I can say it, but I don’t know if I have, I have the real gut understanding it takes. But in any case, so that… And my schooling, the reason that I was in entertainment was because I’d flunked out of college for the second time, and I never did finish and get a graduate — I mean, I never did get a bachelor’s degree. And to this day, I haven’t got one and I don’t know whether I ever will." TG: "Well, you don’t exactly send resumes around when you’re playing concerts. (laughs)" PT: "No, they didn’t ask me for my degree when they asked me to play Bethlehem. At the Godfrey Daniel tonight in Bethlehem, PA. Those of you who are within driving distance of there, who are within the sound of my taped voice now should hustle out there and take your money so that you can get in." TG: "Speaking of money — how much profits did people in the band, of The Monkees, have, from the millions of records that were sold, and the TV profits and syndication?" PT: "We got the usual — we got standard minimum shares of the TV show and the records. We got a raise, a modest substantial raise, some, you know, medium kind of a raise, after about six months they gave us a raise. We always got the standard record deal, which was: the group gets five points, which was five percent of ninety percent, and so we split one and a quarter points, which is, what, one and three tenths percent each person of whatever the going price was. And we get that today. If they sell a record, The Monkees Greatest Hits album is still on the Billboard middle-of-the-road or some — there’s some special chart that Billboard has that we’ve been on for weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks." TG: "How do you feel about that?" PT: "Well, it’s money, I don’t care." TG: "Did you retire as a wealthy young man from the —" PT: "No. No, I didn’t. I retired as a man with some indeterminate amount of money which somehow indeterminately ran out." TG: "So, when you left, did you want to be known as the former Monkee or did you want to erase that part of your past —" PT: "I tried to erase it." TG: "— and start anew?" PT: "I tried to erase it completely." TG: "How do you do that?" PT: "Well, you just don’t do anything connected with it, just absolutely refuse to have anything to do with it, and… basically what I did was I retreated into — I wound up retreating into Marin County, California, which is just north of San Francisco. And there I worked, I belonged to a worker-owned restaurant, waited tables and was part of the cooperative that owned and operated the restaurant. Nominally owned the restaurant; it was actually owned by this guy whose parents had left him some GM stock, and he bought this thing and the co-op was supposed to pay him to buy him out over the long haul. I think they have done finally, I think it’s now a real workers’ co-op. And I worked there, and I retreated, and nobody said anything to me about my Monkees past except one or two guys said, You know, I’m glad to see you just on the street schlepping around, that kind of thing, which made me feel good. I belonged to a few groups; I belonged to a thing called the Fairfax Street Choir, which had 35 voices in the rock section and was very hard to stage. (laughs) Those little coffee house stages, 35 guys and women. And I also belonged to a kind of second on the bill act in San Francisco called Osceola for a year or so. And that kind of thing. And nobody said anything about The Monkees to me." TG: "Are you in touch with the former members now?" PT: "Occasionally." TG: "I would imagine that some people would be happy to see, like, a reunion. Would you ever imagine that happening? PT: Yeah. The only problem with that is mounting it and making it acceptable to everybody. The problem is, the real problem is that I can’t much see myself going onstage and doing an hour of Monkees greatest hits playing bass and getting offstage. I don’t think that any amount of money would particularly… I don’t suppose that no amount of money, but I don’t think that any amount of money that anybody would be interested in paying me would make me want to do that. I… And I don’t see what conceivable creative project could interest the four of us that would be backed with enough money to make it worth our while to develop any good germ of an idea into something full-blown. I just, I don’t see it happening, I just think that the chances are astronomical against it. It’s possible. We’re all alive. The Beatle reunion is not possible. I’m just reading Lennon’s interview, and he says that thoughts of a Beatle reunion are like going back to high school. Why don’t you go back to high school? When are The Beatles getting back together? When are you going back to high school?" TG: "Is that how you feel?" PT: "I — like I said, I would think that any just simple remounting of The Monkees greatest hits songs on a stage would be that, yes." TG: "Oh, but if you were able to do other material." PT: "That’s what I’m saying. If I thought that it could be creative and useful and engage everybody to the fullest of their capacities, I would, I would consider it. But who’s gonna, you know, pay for us to have hotels, to keep us supported in the styles to which we are accustomed for the two months or three months that it would take to create, carve, mount, produce and rehearse a show that would involve all of us to the maximum of our new capacities. I don’t think it can be done." TG: "How do you feel about audiences?" PT: "What do you mean, (laughs) how do I feel about audiences? What kind of a question is that?" TG: "Okay, because fans have kind of played it both ways with the members of The Monkees, you know, I think when the TV series was on and when millions were being sold, there were millions of fans who were really adoring. And then when you leave a group like that and everybody wants to hear from you only in that context, it’s probably —" PT: "How long have we been on that topic, on this? We’ve been a half an hour, we’ve been almost the entire show on that topic." TG: "What topic?" PT: "The Monkees." TG: "Right. So…" PT: "(gently) So what’s your question?" TG: "So do you have a mixed feeling about fans and audiences?" PT: "Well, fans and audiences are different. Audiences come and they catch the show and they like what I do or they don’t, and that’s up to them, and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be, no matter whether I ever was a Monkee or not. And fans… if a fan, if somebody really needs to remember The Monkees and identify with that, I have nothing to say about that because I don’t know what’s going on with them or what chord I may have touched at some point way back when that they still need to strum on themselves. And it’s none of my business." TG: "So where are you living now?" PT: "I live in Venice, California, legally and technically. As a business matter, I spend most of my time in New York. I still am a registered voter in southern California, my driver’s license is southern California, I’m married, I have children in southern California, I go back there as often as I can and be part of the family, I just don’t get out there very often, and as a business matter, I spend most of my time in New York. Eighty percent." TG: "Where have you been doing most of your performing?" PT: "The New York area these days, mostly. I went to southern Canada, southern Ontario to do a few shows, I’ve been to Boston, I’ve been upstate New York, and I did Pittsburgh a couple, about a year ago, I guess. You know, I operate out of New York basically because you can’t operate out of L.A. You cannot make a living as an entertainer operating out of L.A. Not that I make such a great living operating as an entertainer out of New York, but at least there’s a sense of whatever level I’m on, I can go to the next level and operate on that level for a while. In L.A., you either have to make it or you die. That’s it: you’re either making it or you’re dead. And once somebody has been to the top and come away, you don’t, as far as I see, get much of a second chance in L.A. I tried to knock around as a character, comic character actor for a while, and I got people to: 'Hi, you know, it’s good to see ya,' and they laughed at my jokes, and then they never invited me back." TG: "Um, I forgot what I was gonna ask you." PT: "(laughs) A hell of a note for a professional interviewer." TG: "(laughs) Oh! Do you watch TV much now?" PT: "A fair amount." TG: "Do you watch it very critically, having been — and also seeing what kind of roles are available, I imagine…" PT: "No, no, I don’t watch mass media pop TV much. Hillstreet Blues, that’s about it. The rest of what I watch is CNN, cable news, I don’t know if you get it here." TG: "We don’t get cable here yet." PT: "You don’t have cable in Philly? (jokingly) Oh, you poor people! MTV, also on cable, and, um, the odd cosmos show. I, I saw Carl Sagan say astrology had been completely debunked on a scientific basis. And I go, wait a minute. Not that I’m such a fan of astrology, but there’s no scientific proof that — it’s like, anything you don’t like, if you define it the way you don’t like it, you can prove it doesn’t exist. Like, he said, 'The premise is that the stars have a profound influence on life.’ No, that’s not it." TG: "Do you watch a lot of rock video?" PT: "I watch a fair amount of rock video, and a few pop, the news, you know. Then I listen to music and I read, and I perform and I rehearse, and I run around and take care of business, and that keeps my days filled." TG: "Will you be performing tonight at Godfrey Daniels?" PT: "I’ll be performing at Godfrey Daniels in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania." TG: "And which instruments will you be playing?" PT: "I’ll be playing the guitar, the banjo, and the piano. All at once. (laughter) No, no, seriously, folks, all kidding towards one side, I’ll be playing those three instruments, if they have a decent piano in Bethlehem; I didn’t bring my piano with me." TG: "I want to thank you a lot for talking with us. Thanks very much for being here." PT: "Well, I’m — it was all right, thank you, and I, I just, I just hope it turns out an audience in Bethlehem, that’s all." TG: "Thanks for coming." PT: "Okay." [audio cuts off]

I uploaded the full audio to Google Drive, here.

[cooki3face]

Hello! 👋🏾,

I’ve found your page a few days ago, and reading through your masterlist was the first time I’ve ever seen the term ‘Divine Feminine’.

Your messages and posts talking about Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine made me wonder if I was a DF myself. They were hitting spot on for me personally.

Let me tell ya, every since reading your posts, I’ve seen DF messages everywhere! I’m just gone assume that was the universe and my spirit guides confirming that I am indeed, a Divine Feminine.

I haven’t met my DM outside of my dreams and the 5D, yet.

I’ve been having dreams where he comes in them for about a few years now, and it makes me happy whenever he shows up.

Whenever we talk to each other in the 5D my  conscious mind isn’t allowed to remember or be there for those conversations.

I’ve always known I was connected to him in some way, but now I’m wondering if he might be my DM. I’d be fine if he wasn’t, it’s just that my connection to him is completely different from the other people that come in my dreams.

I wanna ask if it’s normal for me to go through periods of time, where I’m not feeling the need to reach out to him as much and be consumed with him.

Because I go through periods where I’m so enamored by him and just the thought of him makes me giddy and happy. I could literally sit and think about him all day.

But then randomly, I just stop thinking about him that much and he stops showing up in my dreams. During the down period, it’s almost as if he’s just another man, but in a familiar way? Kinda like after awhile of being close to someone it starts to feel like you just want to exist along side them instead of being consumed by them?

I’m trying so hard to put this feeing into words that are easy to comprehend.

It’s an off and on thing that’s been happening since 2019, I wanna say.

I’ve known about him since 2017, but I didn’t think anything of it until he randomly started popping up into my dreams in 2019 and hasn’t gone away since.

He is literally everywhere. He shows up no matter what I’m doing, someway and somehow he finds a way to pop back up.

It’s funny whenever he randomly shows up somewhere he shouldn’t be, in theory.

I think I’m rambling now, so I’ll try to wrap this up.

I’m asking if it’s normal for Divine pairings to go through this off and on, intense, visceral need to be entirely surrounded by each other, to not really reaching out to one another that much?

We are currently in one of those down time periods, so that made me start thinking.

Also, I have no idea what a Divine Feminine actually is, so if you feel comfortable with answering that as well, I’d like for you to explain that to me, please.

Thank you for answering, if you choose to. And even if you don’t answer, thank you for reading this anyway.

🤎

Beautiful questions, don’t worry about your questions being too long or feeling as though you’re inconveniencing me by asking long questions, you’re giving other people the opportunity to learn and giving me the opportunity to share with you. Only you know the answer the question on if he’s your divine masculine or divine counterpart or not and I believe that you know deep down inside. What you’re experiencing are no contact/separation periods and they are completely normal and a regular occurrence for those experiencing a twin flame connection or even a really high level soul connection. The periods of time where you don’t think of him as much are don’t feel as driven to communicate with him or be around him as much are normal and you may feel as though you don’t feel his energy at those times.

In my personal twin flame journey, during the early years of our connection, we would go our separate ways quite frequently, often times without any given reason at all and go off and live our lives for a while, be in different relationships, experience different experiences in our lives,, and there were times when we separated or went or separate ways due to disagreements or arguments but all in all when we came back to one another or reconciled again it was like we never left. The connection was just as strong if not more, the love never left.

There are times when divine counterparts go into separation and the desire to be with one another, be around one another, be consumed by one another,, is very real and very deep. You live, breathe, sleep, eat that person.

What is/who is divine feminine?

Divine feminine looks different and feels different for everyone or may differ significantly depending on who you ask. She can fall under so many different aspects, be presented and expressed in so many different ways. To put it simply and easily, divine feminine is the feminine aspect of the divine. The divine feminine is the yin/dark energy (darkness,passivity,gentleness, absorption, earth) the divine feminine energy has nothing to do with societal adaptations of what femininity is supposed to look like and has everything to do with energy so the energy of being, the energy of receiving or receptivity, the energy of resting, the energy of surrender, forgiveness, flow, trust, emotion, intuition, and sensuality.

So when we speak about the divine feminine vs the wounded feminine we see certain specific juxtaposition between the two. A wounded feminine energy may hold energies or things like being out of tune with oneself, repressed truth or repressed identity, feeling unworthy or insecure or having low self esteem, holding onto feelings of guilt or shame, not being able to set strong boundaries or hold oneself to high regard or express yourself in such a way in which you know you deserve good things and are open to receiving them. You may also see things like codependency and being dependent on something or someone outside of oneself to make them feel whole, feel good about themselves or make them feel safe or secure. When someone suffers from wounded feminine energy, the authentic (feminine) core,spirit or essence of someone is disabled from being able to be fully embraced and expressed.

Here are some beautiful chakra/archetype charts for feminine energies:

[humaforever]

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

______________________________

One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.

[sportsbianism]

Hi I was wondering if u have advice for dating profiles?? The concept of dating apps make me nauseous but I might boarder on desperate in the next couple of months for connection/a girl. It would be cool if I could make a friend especially if she’s a lesbian and then can introduce me to all her lez friends otherwise I might be interested in a hook up ?? As a regular thing. I would say a relationship but atm I can’t commit to that. For context I’m 20. I just have no idea what to put in a bio I know it’s not true but I fear that I am terribly boring and will come across as such. sorry if this is a strange ask 😅

ya my #1 piece of advice is that you should use the written bio to be funny. too many ppl are way too earnest and detailed in their bio. no one is getting to know you until you see them in person or at least really start talking. the bio is just the hook. the best way to hook a stranger into being interested in you is by being funny. if u get some interesting or flattering personal info in there while you're at it, great. for tinder, try for relatively short and sweet. for hinge, answer the prompts funny style, not literally. 90% of ppl on there are answering the same boring questions w the inane details of their personal lives and i promise u it's not helping them make friends or get laid.

it doesn't have to be the most hysterical thing ever written, just hopefully enjoyable to read and sets a good mood for the convo you will hopefully be having.

i used to have mine (tinder) set up as two truths and a lie. now it's set up like reviews. other times ive had it set up as literally just one sentence. honestly u can even check out the bios you find the most charming and emulate them.

in terms of pictures, don't put ones with a lot of filter, it's tacky and low class and makes a person seem like they have low self esteem. harsh but i gotta keep it real.

it's good to have a mix of flattering selfies and pictures of you with other people or doing something interesting. i often throw a meme in there near the back. and even if u think pictures where you are not smiling are the best looking!!!!!! you are wrong. u need to put mostly ones where you're happy. other ppl think you're cuter that way, i promise.

real talk, at the end of the day, most women are a little lazy and a little bit chicken when it comes to dating and getting out there. which is cute and it's ok it's just life. so i also wanna give u some tips for starting the convo.

if u can, u wanna find an interesting detail in her bio and say something funny or ask a question about it. try to get off the app and pick up her number or set up a date fairly quickly. u can do this at the end of a convo by saying something like "hey i gotta hit the hay/i gotta head out, but i absolutely want to stay in touch. could i get your number/are you free this weekend?"

unforch it is a numbers game and most of the time things just don't pan out, but that's ok! it's all just fun and games. Godspeed!

PS also wrt the bio, it's ok to leave a lot of shit blank. leave em wanting more.

[lake-archive]

Track 5

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rap God O

Characters: Rosho Tsutsujimori, Sasara Nurude, Original Character

AO3 Link

Track 4 - Track List - Track 6

“You had worse crowds. Now come at me! First strike goes to you. Give me all you got. Maybe you’ll be the ones figuring it out…”

Those words hit hard, perhaps a little too hard. Not to mention that they were so sudden. This O guy… First off, finding him so fast was almost trouble on his own! Rosho had not expected this! But that was not the worst part… Instead of being allowed to run, then again not like his legs allowed him to do that at the moment, this guy had not even hesitated to challenge Sasara and him to a rap battle! His intentions were obvious! Was this his intention all along or something like that!? Ah yeesh, Rosho could not think straight, not when there was a crowd looking right at him! He was not used to this! Worse, what if there were some of his students and he lost!? That would be embarrassing and he would become the laughing stock! His students, those who put his faith in him and were so confident that he and the crew he was a part of could stomp O into the ground! And he seemed awfully calm about this too, though also slightly annoyed… Then again, the latter might be because his tired face looked like a man who had gone through some shit at his workplace. The regular salaryman who was done with his entire life. And even then, that would not really summarize O either. Because he wasn’t done like one would expect, no. Maybe it is due to his age, or him claiming said thing? Either way, one would agree that there was something really off about O as a whole… Just what was the question.

Then again, not like it had gone through Rosho’s mind as the next thing he heard was Sasara speaking up, laughing like always. “Someone’s confident. But don’t let that cattitude get over yer head head!”

“I won’t.” Was the response from O, a slight scoff even. He didn’t even crack a smile yet responded all so seriously. Was he annoyed or did he not care? It was… Hard to say… He had some guts…

“Can’t say I hate nya attitude. Rosho, let’s show him a purrfect performance~”

“Eh!? Wait wait wait! Don’t drag me into—” He was about to say yet was not given a choice when being dragged a little forward, right in the crowd's view. And once the eyes pierced right through him he just wanted to faint on the spot. It would have been a good excuse to not be involved in all of this at least… All the eyes on him as well now… No! No no no! He can’t! And yet his legs froze right on the spot, right then and there… Goddamnit Sasara! 

“Nyahaha! Now now, don’t get yer fur in a twist! Mye’s got your back!”

“S… Stop talking like that… It’s not making this any better…”

Though for Sasara to jump to this battle right away was… Not exactly usual. Was he up to something or did he realize that this would not go anywhere if they just stood there and talked. But in front of so many people!? Then again, that guy made puns in front of a goddamn crowd… Nevermind. Rosho had literally no choice here… Uh, he would rather die at this point… Maybe he will really fall unconscious or something… 

“Ok here we go!

Yo yo yo, looks like we’re in Purrgatory!”

“Oi oi oi, take this more seriously!”

“Haha, but I am! Or don’t ya wanna twist this Mister’s whiskers?”

“Whiskers? ”

“Of Hairy Catnip Senior!”

“We’re still talking about a rapper…”

“Gloom! Think more pawsitive!

After all, what goes up and never goes down?”

“Y… Your age?”

“Haha! Purrfect, ya got it!

Now, let’s send this old man into retirement!” 

Though at this point the two may as well talk to themselves. Because the longer it went on, the less impressed O seemed. He only stood there, staring at the two, his eyes unfazed and letting out a loud yawn. Even the blast did nothing to him. He was just standing there, as tired as always, his ears only moving ever so slightly. He didn’t even chuckle, being as stone faced as he probably could get. 

“Is it my turn now?” He interrupted while stretching for a moment, his ears stretching along. Nothing… This did absolutely nothing! How— 

“Both delivered a very nice show, I applaud. 

But this old man is still not collapsing.

But I will give you an award.

Because this is a little entertaining.

Pawssesive, pawsession, pawsse 

Never heard those before.

No, nevermind. I lied.

Heard it all loud and wide.

But thanks for trying.

Stuttering, stammering, stumbling

How did that guy even get hired?

Picked up from the streets?

Weren't there some beasts?

Whatever, not my business now I guess… 

So let's just finish this.”

O did not even take a breather. He just unleashed what he got, though his movements did not suggest much effort whatsoever. It was all like some quick shot down, hitting harder than one might expect. Or maybe that had just been Rosho… He was aware but being told that straight in the face had a different effect. No hesitation, just having it so bluntly pointed out… That guy was not messing around, that was for sure. In fact, his words nearly made him collapse on his knees yet he held his ground, even if just barely. 

As for Sasara… One quick glance to the side and even he started struggling already, just rarely holding himself together. There was no way O was such a hard hitter, was he!? If even—

“Haha…I think I got it.” His friend suddenly mumbled, though loud enough for Rosho to hear. “Ya saw what I did?”

“See? See what?” That was a little confusing, speaking in such a riddle… What was Sasara heading at now!? Notice what exactly!? They were about to get beaten by some self–proclaimed old guy here! There was no time for—

“His mouth ain’t moving.”

“Wh… What? Was something in that tea earlier by any chance?”

“Haha, no way. I’m dead serious y’know. Didn’t ya see?”

See? Well, if he really thought about it… Uhm… Well… He was trying to think back on a few seconds ago for a short moment but… Well… “Can’t say I paid attention to that.”

“Hah… What am I gonna do with ya?” The comedian sighed for a moment, as if about to drop his head yet kept it straight up for the time being yet looking a little frustrated. It was hard not to notice that at least. “That ain’t O we’re facin’.”

“Hah!? It’s not!? But didn’t he say—”

“ ‘least this ain’t the actual O. That guy’s gotta be somewhere around here. That or he’s got some secret telepathic powers going on.”

“Wha– Are you suggesting—” Rosho could hardly talk because he had not looked at the mouth during O’s own performance but was Sasara serious? First one might say no but he knew when to drop the jokes, at least in a situation like this. He was not unreasonable and granted… He noticed details better than Rosho did. After all, this guy somehow managed to uncover a scam, something Rosho himself fell for a little too easily. 

But it still sounded outrageous. Essentially Sasara was suggesting that the O they were facing was just an illusion. They are not attacking the actual O and thus nothing they would say or do would have an effect on him. The two were fighting air at most if that is the case. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, yes.” Was the answer he got, as if Rosho’s mind had been read at this very moment. “How ‘bout this? Ya look ‘round for O, while I’ll distract him. Then ya go for the sneak attack.”

“You want us to separate?”

“Oh c’mon, he won’t notice a thing. He’ll focus his blows on lil’ ol’ me.”

“Where would I even begin searching?”

“Somewhere ‘round here. Guy can’t be far, he’s gotta see this somehow.”

It was something Rosho had no choice but to agree upon. Sasara’s judgment was better than his own and it was worth a shot. Besides, no escape since Rosho himself was in this mess to begin with. It got him away from the crowd and maybe he would be more effective there. So leaving the distraction to Sasara was the only option, especially since he had offered. One could only hope that he was holding out just fine, at least long enough until Rosho could find this O guy. Not to mention O accepted the ‘one–on–one’ offer.

And yet, minutes had passed, him running around to see if there was any trace, maybe a lookalike. But nothing, no guy who even resembled O. He even squeezed himself through the small crowd, just to be safe, but nothing. And nearby, from a safe spot where O could possibly watch? Nothing either. No luck in any way. Not even in the small street corners nearby. At most he saw a cat sitting on a higher platform, watching and letting out a few meows. But nothing out of the ordinary. No guy in sight. So the constant back and forth between O and Sasara could be heard from afar, them clashing with their words as if there was no tomorrow. The meowing of the cat whenever O started to lash out his verses was equally confu—

Wait, hold on a second. Not even this man was that oblivious… At least not for long. He had ignored it before because… What can a cat possibly do? It was a cat and maybe it was just annoyed by all the noise going on, wanting to sleep. And yet, the meowing only lasted for as long as O let out his verses and stopped whenever it had been Sasara’s turn. Was… That possible? Was something so crazy even real? Or was this some kind of dream!?

Rosho pinched his cheeks quickly but the pain had shot through his body, even if for a moment. This… Isn’t a dream. This was real. And this cat started to stand out more and more. He had no choice, did he? Doesn’t hurt to check…

Thus he turned to it, only to finally notice something so unusual, yet hidden in broad daylight. 

When just eyeing the cat itself it was nothing special – Black, white belly and paws, a white spot on its nose and wide, green eyes. That was not the unusual part. The unusual part was what was lying in front of it… A microphone!? This cat was carrying that around!? And… It was not any ordinary microphone either. It was a hypnosis microphone. It had to be! How— 

It all lined up too well, even the biggest fool should realize it, as surreal as it was. This cat sitting there… That was O! O was a cat… No, literally, a cat. A goddamn cat! Would explain the moving cat ears… 

“Found you…” Rosho mumbled before taking a deep breath. The crowd was focused on the spectacle in front of them, Sasara keeping the cat busy… Which means that he could just charge right in!

“Hey, up there! You, yes you!

Got some guts to hide up there, don’t ya!?

Let me tell ya something, the gig’s up!

The cover’s blown!

So here’s a lesson!

A sneaky cat, a coward even!

Hiding in plain sight!

Thus I’ll strike you down onsight!

Get down here!

Unless you’re also some massive clown!”

It seems that the cat had taken notice, its ears perking up and jumping up in shock, a quick shiver seeming to overcome it. Its fur stood a little up and the mic was kicked away, dropped right on the ground. Around the same time the background noise went quiet from one moment to the next, the crowd gasping in shock even. But that was as much as Rosho had heard.

Next thing he knew was the cat looking down at him, staring at him with its wide eyes and first saying nothing, just staring… Before it slowly lifted up one of its paws, only letting out one loud noise out of its mouth…

“Meow!”

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