#beutiful sentence

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The Watchers court case 2 p4

BigB: Is everyone back?

Martyn: Yeah.

BigB: Oh! Good.

Pearl: Tubbo? You can call the next witness mate.

Tubbo: Alright m'am.

XD: Who are you going to call now, another one of your friends.

Tubbo: Not really, I call Kristin to the witness stand!

XD: Wait, what?

Kristin: Oh hello there Toby.

Tubbo: Hi miss Death!

Kristin: How's your mother doing? It's bern a while since I've talked to Ianite.

Tubbo: Oh! She's doing great! Her and the Captain are-

XD: H-hello death.

Kristin: XD.

XD: You look...beutiful today? Did your hair...lose weight?

Kristin: ... So, Toby, why did you call for me?

Tubbo: I'm proe- per... I'm the prosecution against XD!

Kristin: Oh, I see. You called me because of the Limbo situation?

Tubbo: Y-yeah!

Kristin: Sure, I'll tell you what I can. Judges, may I have some tea?

Pearl: Of course lady Death.

Kristin: Thank you dear. *She takes out a bottle of alchol and pours it in the tea* ... ...What, do you know how tiring the afterlife is to run?

Tubbo: So, you run all the afterlives?

Kristin: Most of them yes, multiple universes.

Tubbo: And what about ours.

Kristin: Yes and no. Theoretically yes. *Sip* However XD had a plan to create a Limbo and I let him make one, unfortunately I'm not able to see into it.

Tubbo: And what were the conditions?

Kristin: That after a few years the souls ne sent back to me to go to the true afterlife for one. And that it did not punish or reward souls as the judgement comes to me.

Tubbo: ... So would a torture domain that warp times so people are stuck for decades would be infringing on the contract between you two?

Kristin: ... It surely would. Do you know of something like that XD?

XD: What? Me? No! No no no-

Tubbo: I call to the stand Ghostbur, Ranboo, Glatt and Tommy!

Kristin: Oh? More people? Why?

Tommy: Kristin?

Ghostbur: Hi mom!

Kristin: Hello dears.

Glatt: Wow, you summoned me here? I'm shocked.

Tubbo: It's not for long. I just want you to explain your Limbos to Kristin.

Ghostbur: Oh ... It's dark...and cold and humid. It's a train station but it's so cold... and theres a bad smell...

Tommy: It was nothing. Just. Blackness everywhere. Nothing to touch. Or hear. Or i don't fucking know, taste? I hate whoever created it.

Tubbo: It's that guy. *Points to XD*

Tommy: ...You fucking prick, why?!??

Glatt: Mine was a gymn. The guy that died for being unhealthy is sent to a gym ah ah ah, hilarious.

Ranboo: ... Water... I was in a small island surrounded by water could only stay still to avoid getting wet, couldn't sit...or lie down... I'm part enderman so I get hurt by water.

Kristin: ...

XD: It's not what it looks like?

Kristin: You'll need to pray to the judges to send you somewhere where I can't find you.

*XD gulps*

Kristin: Tubbo?

Tubbo: Yeah, miss Death?

Kristin: Call me Kristin please, and thank you for letting me know of this.

Tubbo: Of course Kristin!

Kristin: I'll give you a gift. Ranboo?

Ranboo: Y-yeah?

Kristin: Once you are sent back you'll find yourself back in the overworld.

Tubbo: Wait really??

Ranboo: U-uh! Thank you Miss Lady Death m'am!

Kristin: Now, I'll take my leave.

Grian: Yes, of course.

*The witnesses disappear*

Martyn: So... do the jurors have their decision?

*in the jury*

Sapphire: ... Guilty.

Mianite: Clearly guilty.

Monika: It's been definitely guilty since the halfway point.

Madoka: I hate to point fingers but yeah... Guilty.

Aphmau: Super Guilty.

Martyn: That was almost as fast as last time...wow. Then, judges?

Grian: Normally replacing gods is nearly impossible, XD's domain includes however only the dream smp server. I sentence XD to being stripped of his divinity and for it to be divided between Callhan and Foolish.

BigB: I sentence him with 100 years in my domain to make up for the limbo situation as well as an additional 300... Make it 350 years of community service afterwards.

Jimmy: Your domain being? For the record and all.

BigB: The backrooms, you must have heard of them.

Pearl: I sentence him to mandatory therapy to last until further notice.

XD: Oh that's not too bad-

Pearl: And to be stack for 1 hour in a room with lady Kristin.

XD: Wait no no no no! Please no!

*XD is dragged away*

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[soap143]

hiiiiii I was wondering if you would want to write about lee! hyunjin? maybe something similar the chan story but hyunjin has to paint while tickled or there's a belt that's ticklish which he has to wear while dancing??

if you don't want to you don't have to write it :)))

thank youuuu

AAAAH I love this idea! I hope you won’t mind that I wrote this for the “Eye for an eye” series. I just think this concept really fits in here. Happy reading! (just a quick lil reminder that you should read Challenge before or after this fic)

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Eye for an eye

pt. 2

lee!hyunjin

ler!chan

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Ever since Chan had gotten revenge on the first kid, the rest had been avoiding him in fear of being mercilessly wrecked. Minho, being the amazing lee he was, ratted out the leader’s plan immediately, causing everyone to never let their guard down.

However, this evening he was completely alone with Hyunjin in the dorm. Changbin and Han convinced Chan to stay home while they finish up all the work. The oldest smirked, plotting his sweet revenge…

He thought that Hyunjin was scrolling on social media or wasting his precious free evening doing something useless, but was pleasantly surprised to see the exact opposite “Woah, you’re… painting? Should I-” the kangaroo’s sentence was cut short as Jinnie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance “Can you please leave? I’m really focused on finishing this painting. I’ll post it on instagram later for STAY to see.”

“God forbid me from disturbing you, my prince! Don’t you remember what you and the kids did to me last week? I thought Lee Know had told you.” Chan mocked, inching closer to his future victim.

“Haha, very funny. You can’t tickle me now. The paint. It’s gonna get everywhere. You’re gonna ruin my painting. I’ll die.” Hyunjin brainstormed ramdom ideas to get his hyung away from his ticklish self.

The aussie nonchalantly grabbed an empty canvas and a chair, walking towards the ferret. He placed the chair behind the painter and the canvas in front, replacing the unfinished painting with it.

“I think STAY would love to see how to paint a simple auto portrait… While being tickled.” the shorter stated, wrapping his fingers around Jinnie’s sides, not doing anything yet.

Hyunjin gulped, dipping his dirty paintbrush into a cup, filled with water. Then, he patted it dry onto a piece of paper. Lastly, he proceeded to grab quite a generous amount of paint onto his brush.

For STAY…

He started slowly with his face. It was just a simple little sketch, nothing too important anyway, so he didn’t really care about proportions. He was about to get tickled, so it would surely get ruined anyway.

As he was finishing up his chin and starting on the jaw, he felt a quick jab on his side, causing him to jerk the opposite way “Yah! Thankfully, the brush wasn’t on the canvas… I almost ruined it because of you!” Hyunjin whined.

The person responsable for the tall boy’s screams just snickered, poking him once again.The artists tried to protect his sensitive torso with one hand and paint with the other.

As Jinnie hurriedly drew the ears, Chan properly dug into the vulnerable spot, making Hyunjin flinch harshly “CHAN! Now you’ve ruined it! Do you see this big, dark line? That’s your fault!” the ferret dramatically gasped, repeatedly pointing at the horrible mistake.

“Excuse me? Chan? It’s hyung to you!” the shorter pointed out, shoving his wiggly fingers under the younger’s arms “YAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI MUHUHUHUHUHST FIHIHIHIHIHINISH THIHIHIHIHS HAHAHAHA!” the tallest member in Stray Kids yelped, twisting side to side.

To his disadvantage, the aussie wasn’t in the mood to show any mercy “Remeber how you tickled me without letting me sing those beutiful lyrics out? I was dying, yet none of you stopped for even a minute to let me push those words out. Have a taste of your own medicine, Jinnie. Eye for an eye…” Chan ranted, drilling in between the long haired boy’s ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHI REHEHEHEHEALY HAHAHAHAVE TOHOHOHOHO- NOHOHOHOHO!” the talented painter tried to squeak his sentence out, only to be cut off by his own crazy cackles “Get to drawing, I really wanna see that beutiful result of your talent~” the kangaroo teased, mocking the way Hyunjin and kids tormented him.

The ferret quickly grabbed the paintbrush, splashing some abstract stains of paint, trying to resemble his hair “Wow, are those your beutiful locks of hair?” the older teasingly questioned the colourful puddles.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAN’T- UGH! STOHOHOHOHOP, YOUHUHUH’RE ANOHOHOHOHOHYING!” the dancer tried to argue with the older, but was far too ticklish for that “Where are those beutiful eyes of yours? And your neck? I think you should draw yourself wearing a beutiful polo-shirt.” Chan suggested, squeezing his lee’s lower back.

Hyunjin went bonkers when the chosen spot was mercilessly attacked. In fact, he even got some paint on his face.

In a desperate act, he snatched his painting tool and smuthered his not-so-empty canvas in random strokes. Most of them were unsuccessful, landing nowhere near the face. He tried once more, this time making them look somewhat close to a nose, eye and a singular eyebrow.

“You’re doing great! Just finish up the other half of the face and you’ll be done!” Channie commented, grabbing the top of the dancer’s thighs and pushing his fingers rapidly in and out of the flesh. The worst part: one hand was being so painfully gentle and the other seemed to be melting into the ticklish skin with its aggressiveness.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOK O-OHOHOK IHIHIHIHIHI’M DO-DOHOHOHOHONE!” the younger announced “Nu-uh. The head, it’s floating. You better add a neck before it falls to the ground!”

The painting in question was full of uneven lines, some of them not even properly connecting. Hyunjin’s supposed face was half empty. Not to mention that it was covered in zig-zaggy strokes, most of which went over the line that separated the visage from the backround. The backround in question was covered with those exact same abstract, uneven strokes, lines and stains of paint.

Both of the boys stopped to admire their work. It seemed so… Modern “Look at what we’ve created…” Chan dramatically sighed in admiration “Excuse me? Who’s we? This is all my job!” Hyunjin tried to protest, only to be lowered back down by a few pokes to the side.

“STAY is gonna love this!” the aussie exclaimed, suddenly taking out his phone and stopping the video recording “YOU FILMED THAT?!” the artist roared “You filmed me! And posted it. This is called revenge!” the leader snickered, running away to hide into the safety of his room, before the taller boy could catch up.

That very same evening, Hyunjin’s instagram account was updated with two posts. One with the original painting he was working on, and the other painting: which his oldest hyung helped him make…

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Hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like this series and concept? Me personally, I love these shorter fics. Can’t wait to write more. Have a good day/night!❤️🙂

[theburgessobserver]

Pt.4 The Beuty and the beast

The Alarm went out and once again it was time for me to wake up and embrace the new day.I Went out and faced it.I looked at my cell

“Still here I see” I said slightly soberly to myself looking at my cell walls which were scribbled with my over calculations and other such texts I had written on to them, reassuringly gazing back at me.

First I had my breakfast

It was most satisfactory.I liked porridge,especially when it became nice and rotten,it tasted so well.I asked them to make it like this for especially for me,it was most kind of the staff to comply with my preferances.After that I went around to see how things were going.

When I went to the pool to check out how my collegues are getting on.I saw Link racing Jaromir the Vodnik in the pool,and promptly lost,it was neck and neck. It used to be easy for him to win ,now he is struggling to win in his own element.

After his defeat he went on to talk with some other inmates“C'mon Babe why won't you give me a chance?”Link said asking the Goblin Queen for what I could assume would be some sort of a date

“Because you would be a weak link to me” She said while those were cruel words.but I had to admit there was a grain of truth in it.After that I went back to my cell.

I passed a few other cells.One that held The Gerry the Ghoul of Graydale, a phantom attacker who terrorized his village of Graydale.He gave me a rather unfriendly look,he always was, and still is a Buffon.

After that I passed Morana's cell. She was an alleged“Goddess of Winter”in slavic folklore.But to be honest her powers were often magnified by the fear pertained over her, and her limitless power was a mere myth(Not to say she wasn't very powerful but wasn't the undefeatable all powerful deity she was made out to bee)but she sat there in his extra secure cell,living proof that there was always some truth in legends!

She looked at me with interest and said “Come here you little ugly buggy,don't be scared.I just want to play”She said in a rather spine-chilling tone,but I was no fool.I wasn't going to play her “games” and just went on.

On my way back I met Bob ,he was oozing along at such a pace that it seemed as though something was amiss.

“Bob?Where are you off to in such a hurry?”I asked this brainless being

“Don't know where,But somewhere” he said jovially racing along,he wasnt picky and would just race around at times

Still as happy as he was since he first came here,after all the decades of imprisonment.The Irony of it all,I envied him.This simple-simon was far more joyful and content with this life than I,almost as if I strived for being dumber and simpler and…well…blind.

Later that day I returned to the meeting room and I saw Link had taken interest in Titanica,err Susan.

“Hey babe!”Link shouted at her “Check out my biceps”…he didn't have any really but Susan wasn't the type to rain on his parade.

“Gee…”She said obviously trying to find them

“Hey?Could I take a closer look at you?”Link said to her

“Well,I uh- I don't know becua-”But before She could finish her sentence, Links flippers were going up her legs and he climbed up all the way her head and looked at her close-up.I must admit Link really was behind the times,I tried to teach him manners and It didn't go very well so we gave up on that futile venture.

“Well,I have never seen you up so close,” Link said, looking over her face

I saw her blush and say “Gee. I haven't even used makeup since I came here.”Susan admitted,to be honest .I can't blame her for not doing anything to care for her skin since she came here…not that I had much of a choice though.

“Well you'll need them" Link said ”Your skin has wrinkles and it's so dry.I never knew gals looked so unattractive when they get this big,I guess you really aren't that attractive”He said

Those words must have pierced right though poor Susan.I saw her start to sob,.

She ran as fast as she could to the loneliness of her room.She started crying and I understand why.She must have been thinking to herself that her size would prevent any real relationships or who would want to love her now that every flaw or problem would now be nine times bigger.Or maybe even being grateful for being here so that others would see her.All these problems that came with the change.

…“I'M JUST A STUPID,BIG,UGLY MONSTER”I heard her wail

I felt for Susan,I wanted to go over to her but I twitched in fear, while I am a rational man; the bug part of me has primal fears,which include a fear of being crushed by something giant,like Titanica.

“Come one Jacques!Be a rational man, she wouldn't do it to you!You should know better!”I said it to myself silently and so after that I went forth to face my fears.True some of them were because when she first came here she was afraid of me the "Hideuos Bug-thingy"as she said and tried to crush me in fear.I dont blame her,after her ordeal and being greeted by me and being scared of me but by now she was accustomed to me.

She was still crying lying on her bed,with me trying to calm her down by saying

“Dont take his words like that Susan!Link is very primitive and has no experience with manners or politeness”.In fact I tried to change his ways to no avail,I let it be,after all its natural for him to be like this.

“Do you honestly think Derek will still love me?”She said soberly to me

“Well,he would be a damn fool not to!”I said to her instantaneously in reply.

“Now come on Susan you won't let Link's words get to you,he really doesn't mean it.I said to her I was throughly distraught by her current state and tried to cheer her up.”

“And even so, how can he call you ugly?Just look at me!Two Big eyes,Two antennas I am quite literally on one half a bug!An ugly beast!"I said to Susan,while I don't fancy the Idea of insulting myself, I had to make her realize that whatever was wrong with her was negligible,so she could feel better.

“You on the other hand are a beauty”I said, still trying to lift her spirits.I saw her slightly smile and say “Aw come on Doc,you're not that ugly”She said to me

“Maybe looks aren't all that important” I added

However, despite briefly making her a tad more joyful,it was only temporary.Soon Susan was low again.I realized that to help her regain her confidence, I had to make Link eat his words,so I promptly crawled over to his cell.

I passed by Bob who was throwing his eyeball against the wall and catching it and doing it again and again happily laughing to himself.Blissfully ignorant as always.

Grubzilla was in his usual trance-like state staring at the fluorescent lights in awe as if he were a little boy looking at a hypnotic coin.

Then I was at Links cell.It looked like an oversized fishbowl,it had a castle a treasure chest,some seaweed and some sand at the bottom.Links waterproof television set was on and on it was running a kan-kan show.Link was curled up at the bottom of his tank on his bed sleeping,two inflatable dolls in the form of women floated in the tank,on which Link would practice his “swoon”and “charisma”on.

I was greeted by a sleeping fish-ape and a sing beside the cell which as always read: PLEASE DO NOT TAP ON GLASS

“Link?I Called out to the Fish-Ape primate

“Huh?”My wet friend said,he was clearly only half asleep.

“Please come with me,It's important”I told him

“Fine,fine im coming”he said rather grumpily

He went along with me to Susan and when we got there link finally asked

“What's up Doc?”Link said

“I think you owe poor Susan an apology”I replied

“Ok,Suz If I were free back on some beach like Pismo or Cocoa I would totally kidnap you”Link said smirking a bit and almost begrudgingly”

“Link,that isn't a real apology," I added.I wanted Susan to get a true one to help her get over it.Link had to take it all back!

“Ok fine ,Susan you're beautiful and I'm sorry I was insensitive to you”.Link se begrudgingly

She looked at me and smiled,I smiled back.Enough was said in words and the rest could be told without words

It felt so comforting to see her get out of the rut even if it likely would not last long.

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And It didn't.Soon Susan was starting to descend into desperation,but I came back to try and lift her spirits

“Hello again Madame Susan!Would you fancy asking me some questions ?I can answer them for you,I'm sure you might be curious about something and I am sure that I have an answer”I know this place as well as the back of my antenas after all. "

“Well… when was the last time you saw the outside world?”She Quizzed me

“Well,I think It was about fifty years or so?”I replied

“What?But I you dont look...well young-ish well then again its hard to tell when I dont have any real experience with humanoid cockroach.She said in surprise and I think I could see a her look a bit confused almost disgusted.

"My Cockroach transformation gifted me with many powers,one of which included that my aging process came to a halt.Then again I doubt it matters when im a horrible monster"I said the final lines in a bit of a comedic tone.

Susan Smiled a bit,and i think I heard her chuckle a little

But I didn't want to bring to her further gloom by revealing that her getting cosmetics or the like would impossible.It was a bit of a dilemma for me.As she would likely find it out the hard way eventually.But these were trying times for her,times where she had to keep calm and try to carry on.

This wasnt a mall or anything and I doubt there was any place which had size XXXXXL for her.

I didn't want to make her sad again, at least not now,so I let this charade go on.

I in a way I felt responsible to help Susan after all I knew what she went through she was seeking true companionship.Just like me,I had had some lab partners,Colleagues,some other friends and some family, at time I stay up at night and wonder how long did they wait for me to return.

If any are still waiting(as I just “disappeared” and they don't know anything about the truth)and If those who had not passed on as the years went on,did my friendship with them ever die?Why I didn't even have a chance to say Goodbye.While I usually bury those ties under my work and knowledge.At times I can't help but just feel that I'm missing something.

But this made me think,Susan was missing almost everything, I should demand better conditions for Susan. She has such a bare bones life it was just enough for survival and not for living at all.

Before going back to my cell I put on some music on the radio to try her.”Well met again eh?”Fitting I said and put it on

“Excuse me Madam but I must go now”I excused myself and left

Eventually Monger did come in about 2 hours later.There were no clocks or calendars at our disposal so I naturally built a clock and It measured time precisely and when he did I walked up to him and asked him for a private discussion…alone.

“Monger,Susans has trouble grappling with this change in her life her,you should do more for her”

“Listen, Cockroach, she has what she needs.And It aint cheap to do upgrades for someone her size”Monger said to me

It was clear to me without a shadow of a doubt that I had to resort to reasoning with him “Look, you're scientist gave you strength readouts didn't they?”

“Yes…and they were….very impressive” he said with a bit of awe in his voice

“If you don't tend to her well she might do something irrational as a result of it.Wouldn't it be best to keep her happy?”

“Hmm,well I think we could do a little more for her ,you do have a point,I'll see what I can do” Monger said doubtless he realized how right I was in my statements.

He didn't underestimate my genius,he was amazed by the weapons and vehicles and other inventions I was tasked at designing like the 300 knot fast attack ship,The Unitron,or that 500 Ton flying tank, the sixth generation jet fighter and other such marvels of machinery if I do say so myself.

Thinking about it at times makes me feel guilty of building so many instruments of destruction on the other and I remind myself “Remember the more powerful weapons there will be more fear preventing war and even when it does happen weapons are far from the times of the Napoleonic wars where it could hit anyone in the crossfire,but with this it will only go after the target and nullify unnecessary deaths and the war is over sooner,so in fact I am helping peace” And even if not with such weapons even so I do find fascination and a feeling of accomplishment in creating such things,just the feeling of it all gives me some real purposes and usage of my intellect

I do have a four digit IQ score after all

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EXTRA

SONG!

Susan had a way of picking up the day.

Maybe it's a kind of magic,the only Giantess can do,

But seeing Susan smile

Made me stop a while and enjoy the moment

She's only a girl name Susan,a girl named Susan Murphy

She just a girl next door,maybe a little more

She's just a girl in every town

The world is full of lots of people her and there and all around.

But people after all,start as being small

and were all a girl named…

Susan Murphy

I am sorry I went on hiatues my old account is inacessible so I continue on HiddenHank

Also I would love to see your opions and comments it makes me just so happy!Especially ones that deep dive into the story and its highs and lows and ideas of improvement...now tell me is this a worhty.

I would love to hear anything and have favourites from this.

continuations(yeah its cherrier but thats how it is we went through a low point now were coming higher.)

SO PLEASE COMMENT NOW!

[legoyuri]

i think dyslexic spelling is beutiful. think of how many memes and jokes are JUST funny bc theyre a normal word spelt oddly. thats jusy my life. i just spelt "oldly" instead of oddly. i can misread the most normal sentences into horrific things.

i love my dyslexia and i hoep everythg one whos mean 2 ppl with typos dies

[francis-writes]

You want Corinthian x Male reader requests? I have plenty.

What about The Corinthian and a Male reader who has a facial scar and did something to hide it? Would The Corinthian relate to the reader and would that change his feelings about the reader if he didn't have feelings already

A/N: I hope you will enjoy it; and if you want to share your ideas, I'm very curious about them👀

You finished applying concealer and looked at the effects of your work in the mirror. Your scar was still visible - it was impossible to hide it completely - but at least it was ligther now and didn't stand out so much. You sighed. It wasn't that you didn't like your scar - I mean, you accepted it but it seemed to bring too much unwanted attention to you.

Whenever you were out, people always stared at your scar (and unsuccessfully tried to hide the fact they did) or asked what happened to you. You couldn't blame them for their curiosity, they were usually polite, but it became tiring to you. As if that scar was the most important thing about you, as if it replaced your personality.

"Are you ready?" You heard from your room. The Corinthian was waiting for you to go together to the club and he was starting to get impatient as you weren't leaving the bathroom.

"I'm coming!" You said and looked for the last time in the mirror, making sure that concealer was perfectly covering your scar. Happy with the results, you left the bathroom.

"I thought you will-" the Corinthian didn't end his sentence and fell silent when he looked at you. He came closer and took your face in his hand, brushing your scar with his thumb. You wanted to protest and stop him from destroying your camouflage but instead you melted under his gentle touch. Almost too gentle, considering the fact that you were only seeing each other once in a while, meeting for a hook-up and there was nothing between the two of you except for carnal desire.

"Have you hidden your scar?" He asked, frowning. You nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't want people to stare at me and ask >what happened< for the hundredth time" you shrugged.

"You shouldn't hide a part of you, just because of people's stupidity"

You chuckled.

"Says the one who never takes off his glasses"

"It's completely different case. People happen to have facial scars but mouths instead of eyes are a bit suspicious, don't you think?"

You didn't say anything, mostly because he was right. You looked in the mirror, making sure that concealer was on point. The Corinthian observed you. At one hand, what he said before was completely true - he wore glasses because little mouths in place where is eyes should be, would be an alarm signal that he isn't human. He definitely wasn't ashamed of them and he still didn't understand why people cared so much about other's opinion, especially when it came to their appearance. What everybody thought about him was not more important than dog's shit for him.

But Corinthian could see why you didn't wanted to deal with comments of strangers and he wanted to comfort you somehow. He liked you, even though you were just friends who regularly fucked. He enjoyed talking with you and he trusted you enough to admit the truth about himself.

He put a hand on your shoulder and that gesture captured your attention. You looked away from the mirror and focused on him.

"Fuck what other people think. You're going out to enjoy life, not to hide the most beutiful part of you from those who can't appreciate" he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear "And if anybody bothers you, I will cut out their eyes. It won't change much as it seems they are already blind"

You smiled. Not that you were so eager for Corinthian's gory offer (but who knows, maybe in future?) but you loved how he tried to make you feel better. Funny, despite being a literal nightmare and an infamous serial killer, he was probably the one person who always treated you well. He always knew the right words to help you feel better but it wasn't so important. Just his presence was calming. When you felt down, you liked to lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart beating.

Well, maybe these emotions wasn't proper for just fuck-buddies... but even if you had some more intimate feelings for him, you knew Corinthian was never interested in relationship.

"You're right. Give me a moment, I will wash my face and we can go " you said and went to the bathroom.

"Okay but hurry up. I'm not gonna spend the whole night on waiting!"

He sat on the bed. Your discussion made him think again about nature of your relationship. It was rare for him to care about his lovers - to be honest, a lot of them ended up dead and without eyes. But Corinthian wasn't going to kill you and as the time passed he began to doubt if his care is only a sign of friendship.

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[sono-una-cosa]

"Gabriel?"

Once said

"i Will fool the shephers, i Will know theyr greatest fear, i Will know your greatest fear...

WAKE UP joseph"

Such of beutiful words

[adobe-outdesign]

would you be surprised to hear that one of the stories from the new fnaf short stories collection literally doesn't mention fnaf or freddy fazbear at all

literally the least surprising thing you could’ve said

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

So, I don't know what happened over at Neuralblender.com but its acting odd. It used to be that you could punch in some long sentence and get a beutiful, bizarre picture back. And it would take like 10 minutes to do. Now, the site is cranking them out SUPER fast, and it seems to keep wanting to make movie posters or other kinds of pictures with a lot of text on them.

ANYWAYS

I started putting in the name of each of the 50 united states one by one to see what i would get and its been kind of hilarious.

Here are some of my favorites:

The list started strong. Arizona looks like a real picture. Alaska looks like a real ad for Alaska. Alabama is for some reason a realistic looking picture of a football game.

Then we get

A broken political campaign logo.

Calfornia

Who callhornin

Oyr La Ofnia

RUN Da Hor Dooie

[jedinerd27]

Random thoughts for The Moon and the Stars

Athena: So... this is my avatar*holds up reader*

Reader: Hello... want to know an itemized list of witchcraft symbols found in medieval churches?

greek Pantheon: By us there is another!!

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Khonshu: You’re not good enough for my avatar, and I don't want you around them

Reader: *clears throat* 🎵why don't you give me another chance?🎵

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Thena the Eternal: *Staritng at reader*

Reader: *Stares back, summoning a spear*

Thena: I like this one... another!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Reader: do you think I could fit 15 marshmallow sin my mouth?

Steve: Luv, don't

Athena: *sighing as she can't control her avatar*

Marc and Khonshu: you're a hazard to society

Jake: and a coward, do 20!

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While you and Khonsu are in the background discussing something

Athena*Staring down at Steven*: She likes you

Steven: um what?

Athena: AH idiots in love

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Steven: You are beuttiful love

Reader: Ah thanks

Steven: more beutiful than Aphro-

Reader: If you finish that sentence we are going to be smited*holds up spear*

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Marc: why are you on the ground crying?

Reader: Patroclus, only when in Achilles armour, has the epithet of Dios. It means Godlike!! They were both imagines of the gods on earth! Achilles was teh son of a godess! When he is god like, Pat, it's when he dies!! Achilles after that lost his humanity to avenge Pat, Pat was his humanity! By losing him, he lost his humanity *Ugly sobbing*

Steven Now fronting: *Starts to cry* love why!!

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Din: Break my sister's heart *Holds up a knife* and I'll kill you

Steven: Right, got it, totally under stand... can you please put the knife down

Marc suddenly fronting: That's a tiny knife

Din: *Stabs him in the thigh, walks away*

Steven in a reflection: You and your big mouth

[naomana]

joe/vito + "damn, you look incredible"? it feels very them

Full prompt list here

"damn, you look incredible" Joe/Vito

Happy belated Valentine's day Harry, hope you like it ♥

There was many instances he found his friend absolutely stunning, handsome, breath-taking. Making him think and feel things he should have never felt and thought towards a friend, another man. From all the people to actually capture his full attention, it was his childhood bestfriend, and the feelings were so much stronger whenever he wore something different from his usual wardrobe. Nothing against it, he still looked handsome but..

The moment he saw him in the military uniform, just as he accompanied him to the train station for his departure, made his heart flutter like a pre-pubescent girl getting her first kiss, more like a gentle touch of lips, from the boy she thought she liked. He knew that could have been very easily the last time he'd ever seen his friend, he should have been worried but all he could think about was the beauty in the ugliness of their separation. The uniform made him look so much more mature and handsome. Face like that was made for nice threads, but the man was too humble to show it off. Or use it for his benefit.

He was also attracted to his personality of course, despite it changing after his return home. In one piece, but more distant and quiet than before. He really missed his smile and the uncontrolable laugh he'd get whenever Joe did something stupid. But people change all the times, he changed himself. For most parts still the same, but a lot calmer and laid back. People would argue, saying there was no chance that was Joe's vision of calm demeanor, but Vito always confirmed his words. That Joe; at the times when his only two briancells had just one purpose- to keep him from prematurely ejaculating under the slightest stimulation; was a lot more reckless and bound to do stupid things.

Over the time he matured enough to stop and think, before trying to do anything. Actually coming up with plans and looking at things from every angle. Aware of possible consequences, especially after Vito got caught and shipped off because of him. Something he'd never stop blaming himself for. To his guilt and self-blame was added Vito's prison sentence, because if only he'd never introduce Vito to Henry, he'd never get sentenced.

Life had a weird way to make bad things useful. Because every time something bad happened, something good alwas followed. Or the other way around? Depands. But after Vito returned back from prison, everything seemed to just fall back into the right place and his friend seemed more himself than before. The unnecessary scenarios kept popping up on his mind when he introduced him to Eddie, after secretly admiring his new suit. He was worried the past would repeat and one of the possible jobs would get Vito thrown back into jail. But his mind was too distracted burning the picture of his friend, in dark blue suit with grey shirt, black tie and matching fedora, into his memory. Back then he though nobody could ever match the beautiful sight, nobody could ever compete with his beuty.

That's what he thought, but every time Vito climbed up higher on the imaginary ladder of life, he looked better than before. And Joe never seen him as beautiful as there and then, standing in the middle of his brand new house he's been dreaming ever since he returned back from Sicily, looking around with pride and joy written all over his face. The memory of his appearance the day they were made popped into his brain, yet couldn't compete with the picture in front of him. Black suit, perfectly wrapped around his muscular body, grey waistcoat with snowy white shirt underneath, finished with bright red tie; it was driving him mad as a whole, but the red made him especially keen.

Vito realised his friends gaze and turned around, genuine smile still playing on his lips as he tried quietly figure out why he was being watched so intensively.

"What are you staring at?" He asked and pulled his suit jacket off, finding it too hot inside for the whole complet. Giving Joe's fire of lust more fuel, without knowing about it. Sleeves were quickly rolled up, provoking with uncovered skin and Joe's eyes looked over every muscle, every little blood vessel visible, every strain of hair growing out. His eyes stopped on big hands, slowly gripping on the owners hips. Only then he realised Vito was facing him, watching him as he was just checking him out.

"Damn.." Joe started unable to hold the urge to tell him just how good he looked there and for moment he hesitated, until he looked up, seeing Vito's face; eyes sparkling with expectation. "..you look.." He took deep breath in as he took step closer, seeing Vito's body starting to shiver. His breath was stuck in his throat as Joe's hands slowly reached out to him. "..incredible." He finished, cupping his face. Vito's hands were no longer grasping on his hips. No, they were now grasping on Joe's sleeves, but not with intention to pull away. Seeking the support, because his knees felt like giving up any second. "Joe.." Vito muttered and Joe's thumb ran across his bottom lip, watching it shake for a moment before his mind set on only goal.

Leaning closer to kiss him, happy to realise he wasn't resisting it, wasn't trying to push him away. The softness of his lips completely captured him, yearning for more. Tender slow kiss only deepen, turning into more hungry and ravishing. Pushing Vito towards his bedroom without thinking about it twice, unbuttoning his waist coat with eagerness. Touches quickly returned when Vito pulled on his suit jacket, pulling it down his shoulders without breaking the kiss. Under the dim light of his bedroom, with cheeks bright red and eyes filled with lust, he looked the best he's ever seen him. There was only one picture to beat it all, the sight of his naked body curling under his touch and those lips, tasting pechy sweet, moaning his name.

[mawwart]

Welp, I guess I’m gonna sit here and think about how Diavolo might end up pulling a fast one on everyone and the purpose of him wanting to bring the three realms together is to probably conquer all of them. I guess I’m gonna have to think about him scheming and doing everything unlike the previous king who’s been sleeping beneath the castle doing nothing. Just y’know thinking about him learning more and more about both the human realm and most likely going to be the place he hits first, if he does at all, and is just using the exchange program solely for his benefit. I’m not at all thinking about Diavolo using Lucifer being as powerful as he is both as an angel and a demon to get his way. I mean, with how tings operate with angels and such, the discontent ones only need a catalyst to set them off... And you know... start a rebellion... Could be the reason why Diavolo could’ve done so much worse to Belphie when he was sentenced... could’ve been the reason why he let Lucifer keep him, and why he saved Lilith... All to get Lucifer and his brothers on his side but y’know just sittin’ here and thinkin’. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AND ANOTHER THING even if he was using Lucifer and continues to shower him with compliments, and he DOES turn out being the villain of this whole thing, you all know DAMN WELL despite all this that idiot done fell in love with Lucifer and NO ONE is telling me otherwise.

I F Diavolo is the villain A N D is stupidly in love with Luci good lord IMAGINE Diavolo and Lucifer, at the end of it all, Diavolo has the AUDACITY to ask Lucifer to stay by his side, to rule all three worlds with him... Even though he could easily just force Lucifer to be by his side, Dia still gives him the choice. To be with him or to fight another war against him, and break his loyalty. All of this boils down to Lucifer choosing between him and his family again, and we’ve already seen how something like that turned out. 

Anyway I love DiaLuci and Diavolo especially bc they’re beutiful together but also REALLY GOOD IN PAIN. Diavolo’s gonna be king for a reason and to be a king of devil’s? You gotta have a certain drive for that, and that make me worry.

[chappedandfadedvds]

Dec 12th, Saturday 15:25

„Are you sure you are feeling alright?“

„Yes, Lucas, for the one hundredth time.“

„Okay, but if at any point you feel like...“ His boyfriend didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence. The one that Jens knew exactly the next words that would follow to. Or at least something extremly similar to them.

„Lucas.“ He cut the younger boy off adamant, while his finger pushed the bell. The door swiftly rung open without anyone on the other end asking for whom just arrived. „I’m fine!“

The discussion was over.

And Jens could see Lucas chewing on it for another long moment that it took them to get up the stairs. His boyfriend didn’t believe him and rightfully so. Jens felt like shit this morning. He hadn’t caught much sleep last night, not unlike every other night. But it was just a bad day in general regarding his mental state.

However Jens really needed to get out and be distracted for a while. It was also a birthday party, Jens had to be okay enough not to miss out on his friends celebration.

„Hello!“ Zoë cheerfully greeted the two boys halfway up the last couple of steps, as the door to the flat was pulled back.

There already was a stream of familiar voices reaching them from inside. If they actually wished to surprise Milan when he came back home, the group probably should be quieter. Much quieter.

„Hi! Good to see you. Could you just...?“ Lucas reprocreated the happy smile she threw them, his frown from a minute ago gone. His left hand was raised to present the girl a small paper bag that hold their present for Milan.

„Sure.“ Zoë agreed, stepping further into the flat to make room, as she took the bag from his boyfriend already who already was busy to strip out of the his scarf and winter coat. It was a bit sad. Because his boyfriend looked fucking beutiful in his fancy black coat. The one for special occasions, he had told Jens, after he had caught the older boy staring when they had left.

„And of course you as well, hi!“

„Hey, you good?“ Jens replied gladly receiving the hug and the kiss on the cheek Zoë gave him, before he closed the door behind him.

„We managed to get everything done and Senne and Milan should be on their way back, so yes pretty good. I’m glad you made it before their arrival.“ Zoë said, still smiling, still waiting for the boys to be ready to follow her.

Lucas and him weren’t late per se, it was just that the others had been extraordinarily early.

„Jens!“

The girl was about to say something else when they were interrupted by a loud shoutout from the livingroom. It took him a moment to figure out it was Robbe, soundin very joyous.

„Jens!“

It echoed again from said room, followed by a lhearty augh. Jens wasn’t sure he wanted to know why he was being called like that.

So he strode quickly towards the doorway leading into the packed livingroom, only peaking his head curiously around. Robbe turning around from where he sat on the floor between Sander and Yasmina. He was looking dangerously amused by something, that left the others looking similarily cheeky.

„Jens, they won‘t believe me that I once saved you from drowning in a puddle.“

„Because I wasn’t?“

„Yes you were.“ His best friend’s shit-eating grin plastered across his whole face, consuming any other expression. Jens only roll his eyes in return. „You called out in sheer desperation for your hero to come to the rescue. Robbe! Robbe!“

Jens couldn’t do anything else but snort at the pretend play infront of him. Robbe acting out his little Shakespearean heart. Jens honestly hadn’t drowned that day, not even close, but it was correct that after a sudden and hard fall from his skateboard he had crashed face first onto the ground. And may have panicked a little as he had breathed in some water from the puddle he lied in. They also had been nine, so the fear was quite reasonable in his opinion.

And no matter how scary the shock of the fall had been, it was definitely funny to think back to it now, and also remember than Robbe basically had dropped to his knees and cried his eyes out while helping his best friend to sit up. Jens decided to just let Robbe ignore this part of the story. Instead he contemplated the best strategy to get Robbe to shut up. After simply telling him hadn’t worked.

The pleasantness of a day spent with his friends spread throughout his body, settling close by his heart, never leaving him afterwards for the rest of the day. 

Jens found a pillow that he took from the sofa, a threatening glint in his eyes as he continued to chuckle while raising his arm.

„Im warning you.“

„He was all helpless face down in the puddle. Such a sorry sight.“ Robbe challenged, rising his eyebrows at his best friend.

That was enough, Jens decided, coming full swing at the giggling boy on the floor, suddenly on his own. Neither Yasmina nor Sander at his sides as the two seemingly had nolonger anything to do with the poor boy yelping defenceless against his attacker, hitting him with a pillow over and over again. All in good humor though, the swings rather light.

Lucas in the meantime had taken his seat next to Aaron, deep in a conversation over a phone in his boyfriends hand. Both of them intrigued by whatever was displayed.

Jens looked at him, how calm and lovely he looked with his soft smile, brief enough hopefully not to raise suspicions, as he considered Robbe‘s plea for mercy and forgiveness.

„Senne just texted, they are downstairs!! Everyone be quiet and take one of these.“ 

Jens barely had time to grab one of the colourful party hats Zoë handed out for everyone to put on. The elastic thin band was unfortunately uncomfortable around his chin, but hey, it was for Milan’s surprise, so he didn’t complained.

The door was unlocked, Senne’s voice being the first thing breaking the dead silence the guests had luckily found themselves in in time.

There was some rustling and Milan asking for some tea to warm up, calling for Zoë, only to be met with no answer.

„Maybe she has headphones on.“ Senne suggested shrugging, the first to reach the livingroom, looking unexpectedly casual back at their friend, while twelve pairs of eyes were excitedly staring at him.

„Yeah, proba...“ 

„Surprise!“

Milan not even had time to turn his head to find the crowd inside their living room, as he was stunned at the loud shouts and yells and clapping hands.

„I love you.“

He simply said, grasping the situation slowly. He looked close to tears as he entered and began to kiss and hug every singly person, being swamped with congratulations and showered in best wishes. Jens was seriously glad that he had decided to come and join in as he patted Milan’s back, wrapped in a tight embrace.

__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

[rocohen20]

Ever since I got my current phone (I have it since the summer of 2018) I developed the habbit of screenshoting sentences or paragraphs which were funny to me/reminded me of something else/just plain beutiful, out of various fan fics that I read on AO3. I mostly send the photos to a close friend of mine that definitely heard more about hockey then she would have wanted.

But this week on some sleepless night I organized them in a seperate folder in my phone. That made me read them all again and appreciate them once again. However, that also made me realize how much screenshots I have on my phone of fan fiction that I read throughout those years. For me it was really cool to think about it.

I hope you can appreciate it and not find it super weird.

[anewarise]

HDM episode 6 commentary + things I love.

Spoilers from series and book ahead. Doing because I need to share my crazy emotions.

Its 2a.m. where I live but I needed to see my poor boy.

Fuck. This is so fucked up. The walls. The whole center. The nurses and is trauma (where is her daemon????). The music. This is such an excelente work really. The chills have started and I know they're not gonna stop.

Damn Lyra 10/10 in acting as Lizzie.

F Billy

The doctors of the murderers. Until which point there is moraly redemption. He's not getting it at this point.

Hi Will. (Omgosh the music is so beutiful, I cry ×2 because I know it's not in the OSTdisc)

OH NO ITS HER. Lyra anxiety in a new level.

The fear is one of the biggest motivators of humankind. My Lyra doesn't even understand the will power she have.

I love the blond girl.

AY ITS TOO SOON. Oh no its too soon. Oh damn. THE MUSIC AH.

DONT HURT PAN WHY DID YOU THROW HIM LIKE THAT.

OMGOSH THE MELODY NOO

WHY AM I CRYING IF I KNEW THATS GONNA HAPPEN

Ms.Coulter is starting the emotional russian rulete. Lyra has making her change.

THATS UNFORTUNATE SHE SAID.

This is a whole poisonus conversation. It's toxic. And fake. But fake for bouth parts. As mother as daughter. They bouth are playing wonderfully. But Lyra's winning.

Lyra's is destroying this woman from the core, its austanding her act.

Scream!! YES SCREAM!! SHE WIN THE PLAY.

...Poor nurse Clara.

Roger you're are a hero.

LYRA IN TWO MINUTES YOU DESTROYED THE THING (This is going quick)

Look at Marisa acting like Lyra(or is it the other way?) I need a gift for comparaisons

Oh. The gypsians are already here.

SERAFINA GODESS

This whole thing as been quite fast for me. I understand. But the heavyness of the fight as been lost a little. Its a question of time needs I get it, but still. I expect the non regaders won't hace the same feel really, it's being a great work by now.

Lee you are a father now. The adoption was complete by Witch sentence.

For a moment I thought the gypsians were gonna be atacked

Ohoh. Oh no. Sounds bad. Cliff ghosts.

There they are! So cool!

LEE YOU GOT ONE JOB!!! IT HASN'T BEEN 24 HOURS. ARE WE BEING SERIUS.

Ok so that was it. Poor Lee really, Im not mad, Phill did it like that, it was just a little comic somehow.

That being said.

WOAH.

SO MANY THINGS TO FEEL IN ONE EPISODE.

I knew things were gonna speed up, but I didn't expect this level! Let's see how it keeps going I guess im worryed but have faith.

[pineapple----princess]

Danger Days Secret Santa

@ruination-formation, I was your secret santa! Sorry it's up late, but I hope you like it.

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Prompt:

The Witch has a habit of pulling the truth out of killjoys. It doesn't matter if they accept that truth or not.

Ship:

Fun Ghoul/ Kobra Kid

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"Look, all I'm sayin is that maybe pulling out a grenade during a supply run isnt the best idea..."

I glanced over at Fun Ghoul. We had gone on a supply run into Battery City. Ghoul had at one point (and by at one point, I mean weeks) said that if he had to eat one more can of expired dog food, he was gonna give himself up to Korse just because dracs get better food than they do. Party Poison had told him to either go get some real food, or for Destroya's sake, shut his goddamn mouth.

Jet and I agreed whole heartedly. I mean, who wants to listen to Ghoul complain about kibble all day? Sure, I enjoy hearing his voice. It's one if the few things that keeps me sane, or maybe it's the think that's driving me to the brink of insanity. Either way, I love his voice. It's always filled with passion for whatever hes planning. He always is so filled with energy. But, the few times he is relaxed, he has this low grumble that makes me want to sit and listen to him till I fall asleep. Hell, I have fallen asleep to his voice.

But that's besides the point he was driving us crazy with his complaining. I have a hunch that it's not just the Power Pup. Theres been nothin to do for the past few weeks. We've all been getting restless. It's a rare occasion that theres nothin to do. But here we are.

I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard a loud slam of the door. Ghoul had left. Then I heard the Trans Am start up. I jumped out of my seat. Right as I am about to leave, I looked back at the other two members of the gang.

"I'm goin with him" I say.

None of us would have any clue what was going to happen in Battery City the next day.

•~•

"Look, all I'm sayin is that maybe pulling out a grenade during a supply run isnt the best idea..."

"Who are you to talk? You do this kinda bullshit all the time!"

"Ghoul please. There are swarms of dracs everywhere. It isnt funny. I'm all for playing pranks on Better Living, but right now we are in one of their most highly guarded food containment facilities. We dont have room for error!"

Ghoul turns and looks at me. The look in his eyes are different. Instead if the mistevious smile that usually rests on his face, theres a fire. Not the good kind either. Theres so much anger and hatred. It shocks me. Then I realize. It's the anniversary of him leaving the city for the zones. BL/ind had hurt him so much. Likely more than anyone else in the gang. He always powers through, hides the pain that he is so clearly feeling.

But now he has been enabled. A grenade in hand standing in one of the most important buildings Better Living has. Setting off that grenade, however would indefinitely ghost both of us, as well. But he dosnt seem to know, or care.

"Why do you care so much? No food means no production, this could set back BL/ind far enough that we could have a chance!"

I can see the hysteria building in his eyes.

"I care because this would kill both of us. If it only dust me, I would be fine with it, but you would be dusted too!"

I was yelling by the end of my sentence. I wasn't thinking. The yelling had attracted the attention of several dozen drac units. I wasn't joking when I said this place was heavily guarded.

Ghoul and I whipped out our blasters. My gaze darted to him. He looked nervous, not that anyone else could tell. To any of our opponents, he would look calm. Cocky, even. But I knew him better than that. Sure, the gang had taken on more than this, but that was when there was four of us. Now there was only two.

We started shooting. So did the dracs. It was complete chaos. I somehow ended up with the grenade. I knew that if only one well placed shot hit it, everyone and everything in this building would be gone. I know this because I helped build the grenade. I was bored, and so was Ghoul. We had explosives. Thus it was born.

But I couldnt think about that, or anything really. Only shooting. We were in a small room that was once white. The scorches of blasters painted the walls black. It was beutiful, in an odd way. But small rooms mean nowhere to hide.

There were dracs strewn all over the floor. The first group that we were confronted with almost definitely gone. But more kept coming. I looked at Ghoul. His jaw was set, eyes were narrowed. He was completely focused. A rare sight, but a good one.

Suddenly my abdomen started burning. An invisible fire scorched my entire body. I dropped to the floor. I could hear Ghoul scream. I looked down. Sure enough, there was a small, black hole in my stomach.

Then everything froze.

Not in a metaphorical way, either. Everything just stopped. The firefight completely paused around me. Then I saw her. Maybe she was a her. It was hard to tell, considering her body was shrouded in a feathery cloak sort of thing, and her face was concealed by a mask.

As she came towards me, I realized she was floating maybe two inches off the ground. She stopped. I looked at her. This must be The Witch Jet Star kept on talking about. I just thought that she was some sort of zone myth. But here she was. Floating right infront of me.

"It's not your time yet..." Her voice calm, yet daunting "How did you manage to die, without it being your time to go?"

She looked down on me. I could feel the confusion radiating off of her.

"I dont know" I said. It was all I could say. I looked back over at the frozen Ghoul, a lazer beam headed straight towards his forehead.

"Is this still happening? Or did you really freeze time?"

"That all depends on how you perceive it, Kobra Kid", she looked down at me,"You care about that boy more than you know."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you care more about him than most everything else in this world"

"You make it sound like I have some undying attachment to him"

"You do", she ponders for a second,"You're dead. Theres no denying that. However, you're not supposed to be dead."

"Okay... so what's going to happen?"

"Well, how do feel about where time has stopped? Do you think you could leave now, and be content with your contributions in this life?"

I look back at Fun Ghoul, who's imminent demise was obvious.

"No. I want to save Ghoul. He has so much more to do"

The Witch turns toward me.

"That is not at all how you feel about Fun Ghoul."

"What do you mean?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"You feel more for him. Different than how you feel for the other KillJoys. Now, I ask again, how do you feel about him?"

My face was completely flushed with anger and embarrassment by this point.

"Okay so I love him. Big deal. You offered me another chance, now can I have it?"

"...yes, you may."

[flowerscentedartist]

Once back in university, I was at the cafeteria getting myself lunch.

I had the habit to eat enough for at least 3 people. Still I wouldn't gain weight.

Turned out a view years later I had a tumor in my colon.

Anyways, those two girls sitting at the table next to me where talking loudly about me.

It was obvious, since they were looking in my direction and pointing at me.

"Wanna bet, she is going to the bathroom to puke after that?", is the one sentence I still remember.

I didn't say anything, but it hurt, obviously.

Bodyshaming of any kind is so messed up.

Everyone is beutiful in their own kind of way.

Please stop. You never know the story behind the person.