#but its so worth it lookie at them

[sakurm]

i (autistic minimum wage worker) am a victim of mortal temptation (willingly spending $50 on my hyperfixation)

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: To Make me Fret or Make Me Frown [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: To Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: You bought a life-size puppet in terrible condition and restored it. But now it doesn't want to let you go.

For Horrorfest request:

Might be cheesy, but Scaramouche haunted puppet for horrorfest? Maybe reader inherits an uncannily lifelike doll, or finds him as an antique?

Word count: 1156

notes: yandere, puppet shenanigans

“He’s creepy,” your friend says. Her nose crinkles and she puts a hand up as if she can ward away whatever haunting abominations she imagines must be inside the doll, waiting to slither through her nostrils. “And weird,” she continues. “And broken.” 

The doll has colorful blue hair and most of his strings are missing; one of his eyes is missing its pupil and an arm is cracked, a jagged wound that goes all the way to the fingers. If the doll were to be lifted, the damaged pinky on that arm would probably come right off--maybe the forefinger, too. He’s dirty and wearing only some cast-off shirt, itself probably too damaged to be sold by the secondhand store. 

Your friend moves on, eager to head to the second floor where all the nice, expensive secondhand goods are kept, often behind glass cases so they don’t get damaged by looky-loos.

But you stay where you are.

Because the moment you took one look at the damaged life-size puppet propped up at the back of the store, in the same pricetag-less limbo as piles of tupperware with no lid, ripped books and ugly dolls missing arms, and your heart swelled. 

“He’s perfect.” 

--

The pinky on the damaged arm did come off before you even left the store, but you were able to salvage the original forefinger. The pinky, sadly, couldn’t be repaired--but you made a new one using the original as a mold and unless you’re staring quite intensely (which to be fair, you often do, when working on the puppet) you wouldn't be able to tell that it’s not original to the hand. 

“I’d like to keep all your original parts as much as I can,” you murmur in the direction of the puppet, currently propped up on a chair you’d dragged into your workroom for the sole purpose of letting him have somewhere to sit while you worked. “You really are exquisite, you know? I can’t believe someone let you get into such rough shape.” 

You sigh, lamenting the treatment of such  a unique piece of craftsmanship, and place the finishing touches on the puppet’s repaired eye. The pupil needed to be filled in with new material but you went ahead and refreshed the iris of both eyes to make them look newer. 

“Good as new, see?” You hold up both repaired eyes to the puppet, but realize your mistake when you’re greeted with a prim looking puppet with two black holes where his eyes should be. 

“Oops.” You carefully slide the eyes back into the socket, fiddling with your finger until they slot right into place. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking. There!” You grab the magnifying mirror from your desk and hold it up in front of the puppet. “Now, see? Much better.”

It took a few months of work, but the puppet was just about restored, in your view. You’d even bought a new outfit for him, a simple white blouse with ruffles and plain trousers. It wasn’t exactly what you imagined he might have worn originally, but that was fine. 

“I’m glad I found you,” you say, to the puppet--and to yourself. “I’ve had a really nice time working on you!” You hum to yourself and start tidying up your work bench. “Now all that’s left is attaching your new strings, and I can have you picked up.” You smile, to yourself, to the puppet, to no one in particular. “I can’t believe that antique shop gave you away for free--they had no idea they were sitting on such a rare item!” 

But you, who repaired dolls and the like for a living, immediately knew what the puppet was worth; and who to contact as soon as you were able to get it home, as you knew a friend with an antique shop that took special requests, and he had a particularly wealthy customer who was dying for one of these rare life-sized pieces. 

The puppet with freshly painted eyes stares back at you and says nothing.

--

Something is sitting on your chest. Something heavy and cool to the touch. 

Sleep paralysis?  It wouldn’t be the first time. You did sleep on your back, after all, and your nights were sometimes restless. 

But you open your eyes without trouble, and the sensation does not go away. It takes a few moments, blinking in the dark, to realize who (no--what) is sitting on you.

It’s the puppet. 

Freshly painted eyes stare down at you, a face framed by the carefully sewn-in hair. In the dark, you can’t see the wood grains of his skin or the repair marks that you’d buffed until smooth. All you can see is his human shape, the gleam of glass eyes. 

“What--” you say, before a wooden finger presses to your lips.

“You were going to sell me.” It’s the puppet--the puppet is speaking.

You nod, terrified, every nerve in your body inflamed.

This can’t be happening, and yet it is. 

“Why?”

Your lips are dry and you stutter out an answer, hoping to wake up from this dream at any moment. But the more time goes on, the more you realize that you’re living in reality. An awful one, but reality all the same.

“I-I needed the money, you… you’re worth a lot.”

There’s a sound that comes from the puppet’s wooden throat, but you can’t quite place it. 

“You can’t sell me,” he says, simply. If you weren’t sure that you’d lost your mind, you might say that he sounds upset. Not just angry, but--hurt. 

“I-I won’t.” You swallow. “Just um. Get off me and I can…”

“No.” The glass eyes bore down on you, and you wish your eyes weren’t becoming accustomed to the dark. It was better not to see the cool stillness in them, unmoving, unblinking.

It’s then that you notice the strings.

Not on the puppet--but on you. 

The strings are wrapped around your wrists, tight, pinching into the skin. When you look up you see he’s attached them not to a marionette control bar, but to his own fingers. To himself. 

He raises his repaired pinky and your wrist goes along with it--too fast and harsh, nearly flopping over your face.

”Ah.” He regards your flopped appendage with curiosity, before simply lifting it himself and placing it back on your chest. “Well. I’ll have plenty of time to figure that out.” 

He leans forward, pressing his weight down on you, until his face was close enough that you could spot your own work; spot the little fine details in the paint, the grooves of his wooden flesh, the way his hair fell in a certain manner thanks to the placement of your carefully created knots. 

Oh, you thought, as his face came closer to yours, as he kissed you with puppet eyes wide open and wooden lips stiff. 

The paint on his lips needed to be touched up. 

[tpwkwriter]

PLEASEE do one when H and y/n are at Harrys DWD premier and Chris pine is very flirty with y/n and looky with her and harry just gets protective and does all the things he can do to prove to him that y/n is his, pleaseee that would be so cute

you.

Didn’t he just look so dreamy this day? 😭thanks for the request bc I’m actually crying of how cute this concept acc is😫 enjoy!❤️

PLEASE NOTE: I am aware Chris pine would never hit on a taken woman this is for story purposes only!!!!🫶🏼

Warnings: jealousy, cussing, some flirty behaviour, angstyyyy, upset Harry 😭, fluffy ending!!!

— — — — —

It was a sunny day in Venice, the sky was a light blue, the sunshine was really doing its thing, it was a perfect day to be a plus one at Venice film festival.

When y/n heard about Harry’s upcoming physiological thriller ‘don’t worry darling’ she was ecstatic.

Every moment in his crazy career she was there for she hadn’t missed a a single thing.

“Y’not joining me for the carpet?” He asks realising her hand was no longer locked in his.

“This is your moment H, m’happy to watch” she smiled.

He glanced over to the carpet to which Chris pine, gemma chan and nick kroll were already occupying.

“I wouldn’t have done with film without you lovie, c’mon” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her hand once more.

“Fine” she sighed.

When Harry revealed them from the black curtain that shielded them from the world, the mixed audience of fans, film enthusiasts, paparazzi and journalists, erupted into cheers and heckles.

“Harry, Harry over here!”

“Harry we have questions for you!”

And to y/n’s surprise even some directed to her.

“Y/n you look beautiful”

“Y/n are you proud of this movie”

In a loving and protective manner Harry slid his arm around the girls waist and guided her next to Chris for photos to be taken.

As the main cast/crew member pictures had been taken, Gemma went off to have an interview? Nick found himself speaking to Harry which left y/n and Chris still next to each other.

“You Look good y/n” Chris says turning to the girl now having his full attention.

“Oh Chris, thank you! You don’t scrub up to bad either!” She playful gested

“Y/n, Chris come over we have some questions!!” a male reporter chanted.

Chris placed his palm on the lower of y/n’s back and walked towards the reporter.

Harry took a glance back at where he thought y/n was, a panic filled his mind when he couldn’t see her or Chris.

“Don’t panic mate she’s right there with Chris” nick noted making him turn the opposite direction.

“How did you-?” He asked.

“I know you too well, she’s all you think about” nick laughed.

Harry turned to his girl who spoke to the microphone the man was holding towards her.

Watching her do the most simple stuff made Harry realise how lucky he truly was.

The only thing he was sure of is the eyes of the one and only Chris pine staring her down.

Now, Harry wasn’t normally a jealous type but when a man like Chris appears, he can’t help but feel like he has no chance.

“Yeah, no y/n has been great! She delivered us all hot coffee and if we were lucky then donuts” Chris laughs thinking about the fond memories there shared through the filming.

Chrises hand slowly rubbed up and down her exposed arm as she spoke.

That did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But filming was super fun to watch and seeing the movie made it all really worth it! I mean everyone involved did great”

“And it’s amazing seeing the actors behind the-“

Harry had snaked his muscular arms around her waist forcing Chris’s to remove his, and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Oh hi Harry” she giggled

“Carry on Angel” he reassured.

“As I was saying yeah- um it was really interesting seeing behind the scenes”

Harry continued pressing mini kisses to her cheek and using his thumb to slowly trace her waist.

“The world is going to go crazy over this” the camera man laughed.

Y/n blushed and placed her hands on top of Harry’s.

Once the interview was over Harry pulled the girl close to his chest.

“Y’do know the world can see us” she said giving into his touch nonetheless.

“Oh well, at least the world know y’mine” he emphasised.

“Hey guys” a familiar deep voice chimed.

“Hey man” Harry replied reluctantly letting go of his girl.

“You 2 joining us for some fine dining?” He said straightening his blazer and hair.

“You up for it baby?” Harry asked looking back to his girl

“Oh yeah of course” she smiled.

“Great well I guess I’ll see you then!” He said patting her arm and heading off into the posh car to be taken to the location.

“God he has a thing for you” Harry said annoyingly with a roll to his eyes.

“Harry” she laughed

“Chris pine has a thing for me?” She continued.

“Mmm not sure about that love” she giggled.

Y/n wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I love you” she mumbled into his side.

“Love you too”

— — — — —

The cast of ‘DWD’ sat around a table that was located in one of Venice’s fanciest restaurant and poshest experiences.

Y/n couldn’t deny Harry had looked devilishly handsome the whole day and despite being next to the idols like Chris and Nick she only had eyes for him and will only have eyes for him.

Y/n was sandwiches between Harry and Chris with jemma, Nick opposite with Florence and Sydney head of the table.

“I love the material of your dress y/n” Chris nonchalantly mumbled while running his fingers on the red satin dress.

“Yeah it’s nice right, don’t you look beautiful baby” Harry was quick to say pressing a kiss on her temple.

“Where is it from?” Chris asked.

“Oh this is-“ y/n started.

“This is Gucci isn’t it darling? My very own collection tailored and measured especially for her” Harry spoke.

“Yeah, yeah that he did” y/n bash fully laughed.

“Wow! That’s crazy, I’m invited actually to be one of Guccis models for next month’s catalog” Chris bragged maintaining eye contact with Harry.

“Maybe you two should do a fashion collab” y/n mentioned taking a sip of her wine.

“100%” Chris mumbled into his napkin that he delicately patted around his lips.

The rest of the night went down a blast the girls shared laughter and gossip as the evening went on, Harry and the rest of the boys managed to have a conversation and the dining experience itself was great.

Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off of what Chris was to do next.

While y/n was speaking to Gemma who was adjacent to her Harry noticed Chrises heart eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely, me and Harry went a few years back missed it ever since” she began

“Where’s this y/n?” Chris interrupted.

Harry noticed the sudden interruption due to him, he placed his palm on her knee and gave it a light squeeze in a way to show he’s sorry for the interruption.

“Oh just telling Gemma about almafi coast, me and H went a few years ago” she smiled turning back to hemme and continuing her story.

As y/n carried on her conversation, it was the little things that Harry noticed. The way Chris would look from her dress all the way to her eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he had his attention. It was driving him mad.

“And so i Definitely thin-“ y/n started

“Y/n, I have to say your looking beautiful tonight” Chris blurted.

“You interrupted her to say that?” Harry said placing his arm on the back of y/n’s chair and leaning forward to meet eyes with Chris.

“Harry-“ she warned.

“Is a compliment a bad thing?” He answered back.

The tone in the both the boys caused the table to turn to the three of them.

“When I’m right here yeah” Harry scoffed.

“Harry-baby-“

“All I’m doing is complimenting her, something I haven’t seen you do all night” he laughed, causing the rest of the table to watch in shock, those who knew Harry knew when it comes to his lovie there’s no messing.

“Chris” Nick gasped.

“M’not hearing this all night, I’ll be outside y/n” and with that Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.

A cold chill blew over y/n’s spine, this escalated from 0-100 very quickly.

“All over a compliment?!” He laughed taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I should go see him-“ Nick offered.

“It’s fine” y/n sighed.

“I’ll go” she begins as she stands and grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight guys” she said trying to be as friendly as she could.

“I’m sure he’s fine he’s just a bit stresse-“

“You don’t Need to explain yourself to us y/n, go find your man and keep us updated” Sydney said with Jemma and Flo nodding in agreement.

Y/n pushed the cold glass door open with her palm and slowly walked around the place in search of her boyfriend.

“Hey you” she said gently to the familiar figure that stood just by an alleyway.

“Fuck, love I’m so fucking sorry” he started.

“Hey hey hey” she said voice softening.

With a glance she could note the glossy eyes, without another word she wrapped her arms around his blazer clad waist, brung him in tightly.

“How about we get to the hotel and you can tell me what’s going on hey?” She offered using her fingers to play with the curls at the back of his head.

“Mmhmm” he hummed.

— — — — —

The ride back to the hotel was silent but not at all uncomfortable or awkward y/n knew he was hurt by something and she was determined to find out before the night ended.

They checked back into there hotel rooms and much to Harry lamberts disgust there fancy clothes ended up remaining in the floor for the night.

Y/n changed into one of Harry’s hoodies and her joggers.

Y/n joined harry on the bed and immediately made her self comfy, and cuddled straight into him.

“What’s going on H” she lowly whispered.

“Feel like I don’t appreciate you enough” he started.

“Hmm?” She hummed confused

“All night he had something to say, ‘oh your dress’, ‘oh your makeup’ and I just, I don’t know, feel shitty” he said honestly.

“And every look he gave you, every compliment, every touch he gave you it just scares me” he said pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.

“Scares you?” She asked.

“I can’t lose you y/n, and Chris being this admittedly handsome guy, and giving you so much more attention then I did, it’s understandable”

“Harry”

“Baby, never, ever worry about that, no Chris or any other person could ever take me away from you ever”

She traced the back of his neck with her gentle fingertips.

“Only have eyes for you my love, only for you, and I don’t need your affection to feel loved by you, knowing your next to me or even in my life makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever” she stated whole heartedly.

— — — — —

[simmingelitist]

eight's Aspiration Calculator & Personality Coder For the Sims 1 and the Sims 2

I'm reposting because I made some updates! But the link will stay the same for as long as I can help it. The SimPE Order version is included now and I won't be keeping the old link to it up-to-date.

Feel free to use/copy/edit/share/etc. To use, simply make a copy of the spreadsheet where you are the owner or download it as a file. More info under the cut.

The Aspiration Calculator:

It includes calculations HB's Traits Project, and is designed for the calculations to be customizable because maybe you don't think a non-committal Libra with high outgoing points should be a Romance sim. It's also designed to be used as-is, so you can get right down to it. Its initial settings may be derivative of other calculators but these are the settings I use it on. For the record, there is a built in tie-breaker function that will prioritize them in the original order they're listed.

The Personality Coder:

This one is a little different. It's basically meant to put all of the numbers and traits that make up a Sim's personality into a simple code so you don't have to look them up and then type them by hand every time. I find myself always having to do this and I got tired of it so this is my solution. In my hood tracker there's a field for personality codes, and I'm going to catalogue them for every premade in the future.

Changes:

Aug 4th, 2023:

Added the personality coder/decoder

Added a guide in the first tab

Tokens are less weighted

Traits are less weighted

Zodiac signs are included now, with settings

It's prettier! Lookie!

Jun 28th, 2024:

Consolidated the personality coder/decoder and aspiration calculator so they function as one

Added the Wiki Order spreadsheet as a tab

Traits are now part of the code

More trait slots, why not?

Guide was re-written a bit to account for all of this

Copy/pasting and deleting cells should cause less issues

Jul 7th, 2024:

Consolidated SimPE order*/game order into the same spreadsheet and added a toggle Jul 12th: Not worth a major update but the Wiki lists interests in the game's order so it was renamed to reflect that

Fixed an issue with some of the interests not getting counted

Fixed an issue with not all of the new trait slots getting counted

In the past week a lot of its formulas were streamlined

Older version pictures for future reference's sake:

[menlove]

Sorry if you’ve been asked this already, but do you have any mclennon fic recs for 1967/pepper era?? I’m obsessed with the vibes around this time, and with Jane away John and Paul seemed to spend a lot of their free time during this period together, but I’ve had trouble finding much of anything. Thx!! <3

oooh good question ! i love love love the 1967/pepper era so let me look back in my ao3 history and see what i've got

these aren't all pepper's era, but they are all 1967 (w the exception of One that's not 67 but Is pepper's). put a 💖 next to ones i especially love

If You'll Shut Up About It, I Will

mature. au. 4k

The day after his birthday, Paul McCartney admits on national television that he's illegally had sex with men. On multiple occasions. But it's the media's responsibility not to spread these things, isn't it? Unfortunately (or fortunately), someone else is watching the broadcast, and wants to know why Paul has decided to declare he's queer to all and sundry when he's the one who's been waiting for Paul to give it a go. AKA, That LSD Interview but make it gayer. note: very interesting, short little au on if paul had come out as having had queer sex rather than having done lsd

you know i know when it's a dream

mature. 5k. In 1967, The Beatles visited Greece with the plan of purchasing an island they could call home. Of course, it was mostly John's idea. note: angsty, smutty little one-shot that hurt my heart

1967 💖

mature. 11.5k. au. In 1961, John Lennon and Paul McCartney left abruptly on a trip to Spain, via France. In 1967, they finally come home to face the consequences. note: not EXACTLY what you're looking for but hey the year is in the title..... but it's sooo good i'll rec this fic constantly. they do definitely have the same aesthetic that they did in real life 1967 too. but this one is so fucking good. it's got an experimental style that lets you see everyone's pov while still remaining really well written which imo is hard to do when you're doing a bunch of pov switches. but it's outsider perspective mclennon & explores the nuances of their relationship and how it was/wasn't impacted by fame and how they'd still be creative with each other if they'd never gotten famous from the beatles...... also they basically create the muppets which i think makes this worth reccing on its own tbh

The Places Where You Bend

mature. 2.6k. "Whatever the opposite of 'toppermost of the poppermost' might be, we're in it up to our asses." It's 1967, all hell is breaking loose, and Paul doesn't know if he can do this anymore. note: ugh i loved this one. it's angsty, as any beginning-of-the-end-of-their-relationship fic is, but it's sooo them and very bittersweet

Stop all the clocks 💖

mature. 30.8k. au. For the following kink meme prompt: ‘1967. After Brian dies, Paul decides not to go ahead with MMT, and takes John up to Scotland for a month instead.’ Also based on the following comment on said prompt: ‘pls someone let them fuck tenderly in 1967’ note: definitely an instant classic! super sweet au that makes you wish life had gone this way for them

Way Up Top 💖

explicit. 12k. Falling out of the sky, together. | Snapshots of the Beatles in Greece, July 1967 note: one of my all-time faves ughhhhhh i just love how they wrote everyone. like ofc the mclennon is great, but this one is so so good for just all around good characterization and writing

always, no sometimes 💖

explicit. 20k. Stolen moments from a single year. Or: four times someone nearly found John and Paul together, and the one time they found each other. Set around the recording of Sgt. Pepper, 1966. note: not 1967, but 100000% the vibe you're looking for. such a good fic. i honestly need to do a re-read bc it's been long enough, but this one was just. augh. so much mustache sex too.

shotgunning

explicit. 3.4k From the kink meme prompt: john/paul, shotgunning weed note: i don't Think this one has a year on it officially, but it definitely fits the vibe you're looking for!

Drop Chute

explicit. 1.9k. paul/robert as well "Paul does coke off Robert's dick and blows him in a public toilet. John is in the neighbouring stall and hates it." FFA asked and I delivered. note: ahhhh we love a good "john getting jealous of paul fucking other men" fic

again

explicit. 1.3k In the summer of ‘67, Paul knows exactly how lucky he is to be the man who gets to fuck John, and then eat him out, and then fuck him again, and then — note: it's smut and it's good smut what else can i say truly

Club Sandwich

mature. 4k. Some drug-fueled party in 1967. Paul ends up sandwiched between two men on the couch. As they start fondling and kissing him, John stumbles upon the scene… note: absolutely great. possessiveness and coke prince paul...... what else could i want from a fic

Carousel 💖

explicit. 3.4k 21 March, 1967. John accidentally drops acid during the mixing of Sgt Pepper. Paul drives him back to Cavendish and decides to take LSD for the first time. Based on true events. John's POV. note: definitely my favorite take on the "john and paul tripping together for the first time" story. so good and introspective.

you can get it wrong (and still think you're right)

explicit. 7.4k. Paul visits John at Weybridge. January, 1967. The laziest man in England, that article had said, and Paul thought suddenly of John, lounging: John, turning the pages of a book with one languid hand, his hair mussed and fetching, making pithy comments to empty rooms. Or maybe he didn’t speak at all when he was alone; Paul realized that he didn’t know anymore. note: aghhhh another great one by stonedlennon. the bittersweetness of their relationship.... love this one a lot tbh

Angles

explicit. 2.7k. John takes another languid drag of his cigarette, his eyes alight now when they look into the lens, meeting Paul's. He's a marvellous subject. They should put him in every movie. "That it?" Paul asks—leading. Hungry. "You're the director. Give us a direction," John goads him. note: looove this one. but all of moeexyz's fics are so good so that's to be expected tbh

an orgasm of sound 💖

explicit. 5.3k “It was a good piece of work between Paul and me. I had the ‘I read the news today’ bit, and it turned Paul on, because now and then we really turn each other on with a bit of song, and he just said ‘yeah’ – bang bang, like that.” — John Lennon Or, John and Paul work on A Day in the Life. note: another great one from moeexyz! this one is..... well. Well. it's very good. what more could i ask for in life than piano sex and a day in the life

[thatcheeseycandle]

//Trying out something new, aka my first public reaction to a Vivamus Machinis chapter (by @/trainalt22)

(A thing worth noting, I might not write down all my reactions to everything considering they might be just indescribable or like I wasnt fast enough to write it down)

And looky here! I've noticed a change of writing style with the dialogue but yEAH ITS GOING GOOD SO FAR

"He poked around the shops on the tramway and found a signed copy of 'The Three Railway Engines,' but one look at the price made his wallet cry." bHEHWHEHD This part cracks me up a lot good gOSH

Now this. This is a true man right here, getting his wife a little gift, even if they're just gonna hang out for a bit.

aAND OH GOSH yup theres trouble in the sheds

Strapping ourselves in for this

Ay AY NOW WHOS THIS ADDY RIGHT HERE 👀 Im sorry but yeah shes yeah, noting her down rq

'"Fireman..." Jamie timidly corrected, feeling himself shrink under everyone's gaze.' Ngl I thought he'd just scramble into Thomas' cab right there after that LMAODJ but I can't blame the guy hes got a lot of eyes on him

'He was going to miss him. It was the sad truth. Humans came and went, while machines kept going.' wELL GOOD LORD- At last it is indeed a sad truth, God that caught me off guard like WOW?? Yeah Thomas, get your antidepressants

Okay let me just. I love Thomas and Percy's dynamic in this au and good gosh that little bit right there yeah IT TASTES GOOD

Grumpy Thomas is very much entertaining if Im being honest, very well executed in this, if I do say so myself

Ay AY HERE COMES AMILEA LETS GOO

Oh OH?? HOODIE YES- The outfit choices here are casual, but like in a good way where it's like its neutral feeling

Im sorry I just GOD I LOVE THIS INTERACTION, I am just melting like look LOOK AT THEM

'Amilea said nothing, her face as red as a certain bus that passed by with a honk. She looked away, clearly embarrassed.' Okay pause, that bus was either Bulgy or Bertie or just a reference I didnt get. Idk

"I used to come to this tree a lot when I was a kid," he explained. "You should come up here; it's fun." As a fellow climber of anything, including trees, can confirm

Wait a PIC?? ULSTEAD- NO WAY

My good man youve found a great tree if it has a good view such as that

bHENZNSHAHSUHX This is why you gotta double check for the tag Jamie, or else your getting yourself that LMSDSOAOH

'"So... that model you bought... why did you spend so much on it?"'

'Jamie laughed. "If you think that was expensive, you should've seen what they wanted for a signed copy of 'The Three Railway Engines.'"'

'"Hey, don't change the subject," she pointed her fork at him accusingly.' This. This conversation- Yeah one of my top ten OTPs of the year

Oh my go NO WAY YES

YEAAASSSS YES MY GOSH YEAAHAHAAHAHHSS

Okay look ik thats like idk a minor thing like its one step BUT GOD YEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHSHS YES AMILEA YES

JAMIE YOU DESERVED THAT YES

(Nothing bad happened, only good things)

oUGHSH MY GOD OKAY IM SORRY BUT THIS CHAPTER WAS VRRY MUCH SATISFYING

Yet again, credits to @/trainalt22 aka the creator of this au, for like oH MY- For bringing such a great chapter yet again

Satisfying and interesting as always!

[canonically47]

re re re review!

ahh fuck it i stayed up this late might as well review now!

disventure camp all stars episode 12: hungry like the wolf - review

SPOILERS!!! (but you knew that.)

boring challenge premise but whats new

derek absolutely mistreats trevor (and his remorse is sooo half-assed and ooc jjst between you and me btw) but whats new

this episode will suck but whats- oh shit wait a sec!!

KING ALEC KICKED TOM IN THE BALLS LFG FUCK YOU TOM 🔥🔥🔥

jake and aiden not being petty and not arguing for once just for jake to ruin it by talking about tom is. oof. talk about being the second worst character. this guy just never gets better

absolutely hilarious how alec went up to connor, sweet talked him, then saw the flag and attacked him. then proceeded to win. what a fucking king.

good to see riya go for some long-run strategy by possibly securing her safety with ally. but it's obvious ally has very little left to live on the show so who cares.

good on connor for proving he was worth coming back! i dig him. i think a finale with him, alec and maybe someone like grett or gabby would be so fun to watch, granted that alec wins ofc but still

oo a tie!!! uuugh but i bet it'll be tom that wins anyways because ONC loves the love triangle and the fujoshis that worship tomjake and- wait what the fu

OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOOD TOM WENT OUT I AM SOOOO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW GUYS. GUYS. GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!

*vox voice* YEEEEEEESSSS!!! FUUUUCK 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 YOU TOM AHAHAHAHAAAAA ‼️‼️‼️ THIS IS BETTER THAN ANGRY REVIEWS 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

guys do you understand that ONC conciously took the decision of a tie-breaker that MADE TOM LOSE. do you understand how much unfortunate faith i have in them rn. THANK GOD THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS OVER

I REPEAT THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS OVERRRRRR AHAHAHAHHAAH 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 FUUUUUUUUCK THIS OVERRATED MID ASS BORING ASS MISCOMMUNICATING PATHETIC STUPID SHIP I'M THROWING A DAMN PARTY TOMORROW MORNING

sorry got a bit intense there i am normal i swea- did derek and krystal just.

AND FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUR TOXIC TREVEK YAOI ‼️‼️‼️ I NEVER LIKED THEM I NEVER ROOTED FOR THEM I NEVER WANTED THEM AND LOOKIE LOOKIE ‼️‼️‼️ LOOK WHO'S WINNING WITH THIS EPISODE ‼️‼️‼️ EAT SHIT (idk who im adressing the shit eating to im just happy)

trevor why are you crying over a man that doesn't even value you as a person. get up king go kiss emily to retaliate (qpr tremily save me qpr tremily)

not only am i a prophet but i am also super petty!! and the fact that both the love triangle amd trevek got incredibly fucked over this episode it's a ten outta ten for me. complete with riya and alec winning reward, yul getting five seconds of screentime total, connor being useful and jake and aiden almost dying by a wolf... yeah 10/10 for sure.

it's a 10/10 even without my petty jokes. aiden's VA made me crack up this episode, the love triangle got a fitting end, alec deserved immunity, we all knew krystek was coming sooner or later, honestly it's a well-written episode overall what can i say!!

only thing im sad about is my aroace krystal hc is completely out the window but its a small price to pay for trevek death. disventure camp sucks too much to have the honor of aspec characters anyways

two good episodes back to back we are so back dc fans. so back!!!!!!!!

[magical-cookie-anon]

Greetings loved ones

Let's take a journey

I know a place

Where the grass is really greener

Warm, wet n' wild

There must be something in the water

Sippin' gin and juice

Laying underneath the palm trees

(Undone)

The boys

Break their necks

Try'na to creep a little sneak peek

(At us)

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close

To the golden coast

Once you party with us

You'll be falling in love

Ooh oh ooh oh oh ooh

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

Sex on the beach

We don't mind sand in our stilettos

We freak

In my jeep

Snoop doggy-dog on the stereo oh oh

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close

To the golden coast

Once you party with us

You'll be falling in love

Ooh oh ooh ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

Toned, tan

Fit and ready

Turn it up 'cause its gettin' heavy

Wild, wild west coast

These are the girls I love the most

I mean the ones

I mean like she's the one

Kiss her, touch her

Squeeze her buns

The girl's a freak

She drive a jeep

And live on the beach

I'm okay

I won't play

I love the bay

Just like I love L.A.

Venice Beach

And Palm Springs

Summertime is everything

Home boys

Bangin' out

All that ass

Hanging out

Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis

No weenies

Just a king

And a queenie

Katy my lady

(Yeah)

And looky here baby

(Uh huh)

I'm all up on ya

'Cause you representing California (oh yeah)

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent (west coast, west coast)

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls man

(California)

(California girls)

- @dinosaurthedealmaker

Is this what you've been waiting for?

Say, "One, two and four"

(You're bound to count to one, two)

(You're bound to count to one, two)

(You're bound to count to one, two)

Guess what comes after

Hi again, I'm Gabe N

A fan of shooters, wizard of computers and a handsome man

(Your grandfather used to blather 'bout him a thousand years ago)

Wasn't easy keeping busy

Every season brings another reason not to make a game

(Oh, why bother, just another wasted day in the studio)

I had it all but tried new things, true

It didn't get us very far

Between controllers and machines, you

Still picked a rusty old crowbar

Nobody sees beyond my charming self

A soul that's never truly free

So, just for once, forget the summer sale

And give it up for Half-Life, Alyx

The valve's been stuck, corroded by the money

Has not been oiled for years

We didn't even hope to see it running

But now you're bound to learn how to

But now you're bound to learn how to

This time you're bound to count to three

Well, here we are again

Except we're long forgotten

My circuits niggling up and down my spine

He said it's worth the wait

His weight keeps pressing harder

But Alyx gave us hope, we'll rise and shine

For soulless card games and hardware releases

The light's been turning green

Life gave you lemons, take them out the freezer

This time you're bound to learn how to

This time you're bound to learn how to

This time you're bound to count

The numbers are intimidating

It's hard to give a fresh new start

When everyone's anticipating

Another masterpiece of art

If this machine keeps playing dead, we

May end up on the other side

So hold on to all your hats

Let's show 'em a triple-A done right

The valve's been stuck, corroded by the money

But after many years

We can't believe the engine started running

This time he's bound to count to three

Full steam ahead, we'll end this idle running

Let's give the valve a spin!

We've got some work to do, so take this, honey

This time you're bound to learn how to

This time you're bound to learn how to

This time you're bound to count to three

Thank you and have fun

[a-small-tired-lonely-potato]

Hey lookie, a pair of old WTDSIK Oc's I drew A while back.

Their bloodline magic is "Hands"

Legit just growing and shrinking their hands with shadows textures on them, its a dumb Ability but I had fun drawing them.

They're siblings, and they come to Babyls a year after Iruma does, so they would be his Kohai.

While there's not much to kids at first glance, their hobby might become problematic in future endeavors.

See their older Brother is going to take over their Clan as the head, and they're okay with that, so they had to decide on a different path, and the one they chose, was to become Personal Scouters.

Personal Scouters are the Underworld version of private detectives, they take on cases that the underworlds police don't.

To pursue this path, they've decided on these rules.

They must never go past rank 5, if they do they might become to well known and that won't help with staying incognito.

Studies and general knowledge, as well as building relationships, are important, but not as important as showing themselves as reliable. They need their fellow classmates and their teachers to know them as "Those Reliable Demons" Nothing more, Nothing less.

Any mystery that exists is a mystery worth solving, no matter how ridiculous it may seem.

Any case they can get is a case they need, anything anyone asks of them, they must try their best to achieve.

With these four cardinal rules in place, their time at Babyls is sure to be a useful one, especially since they already have their first case subject in mind.

Iruma of the Sullivan Clan, where did you come from???

So yeah, never fleshed out their names or anything, just that they were mystery solvers, they didn't care for clan politics, and they thought their Bloodline Ability was kinda dumb. Other than that I just had fun with 'em.

[barbarewjohnson]

Best Laptop for Gaming and Content Creation: The Ultimate Guide

It’s no secret that PCs are more powerful than laptops. But what if you want the best of both worlds? A laptop that can handle demanding games and creative applications? In this guide, we’ll show you the best laptops for gaming and content creation. We’ll also give you some tips on how to choose the right one for your needs.

So, what are the best laptops for gaming and content creation? Here are our top picks:

1. Razer Blade Pro 17: This is a powerful laptop with a large screen and great features for both gamers and creators. It’s expensive, but it’s worth it if you need a high-performance machine.

2. Asus ROG Zephyrus S GX531: Another excellent option for gamers and creators alike, this laptop has a slimmer design than most gaming laptops while still packing plenty of power under the hood.

3. Acer Predator Helios 500: This is another great choice for those who need a high-performance machine for both gaming and creative workflows. It’s large and heavy, but it has the specs to back up its size (and price tag).

Best Laptops for Gaming and Content Creation

There are a few things to consider when choosing the best laptop for gaming and content creation. First, you’ll need to decide if you want a Windows or MacOS machine. If you’re a serious gamer, you’ll probably want a Windows 10 computer so that you can play the latest games. Macs are also popular among creative professionals for video and photo editing, but they can be more expensive.

Once you’ve decided on your operating system, it’s time to start looking at specs. If you want to do any serious gaming, you’ll need a laptop with a powerful graphics card. For content creation, look for laptops with plenty of RAM and storage space. A solid state drive will give you faster performance when working with large files. And if portability is important to you, make sure to get a laptop that isn’t too heavy or bulky.

Finally, consider your budget when choosing the best laptop for gaming and content creation. You can find some great deals on entry-level machines, but if you want the best performance possible, be prepared to spend more money. With all of these factors in mind, here are our picks for the best laptops for gaming and content creation in 2020:

The Benefits of Gaming and Content Creation on Laptops

The popularity of gaming and content creation has led to a surge in the demand for laptops that are specifically designed for these activities. While there are many different brands and models of laptops on the market, not all of them are created equal when it comes to gaming and content creation. So, what makes the best laptop for gaming and content creation? Below we will take a look at some of the most important factors to consider.

One of the most important considerations when choosing the best laptop for gaming and content creation is the processor. A powerful processor is essential for running demanding games and software smoothly. Another key factor to keep in mind is graphics. For gamers and those who work with video or other graphics-intensive applications, a high-performance graphics card is essential.

Storage is another important consideration. For gamers, it’s important to have plenty of storage space so you cankeepers your game saves and installed programs without having to worry about running out of space. Likewise, if you plan on doing any video editing or similar tasks, you’ll need enough storage space for large file sizes. Finally, battery life is an important factor to consider, especially if you plan on using your laptop for gaming or other power-hungry activities away from an outlet.

When it comes to finding the best laptop for gaming and content creation, there are a few key factors you should keep in mind including processor speed, graphics performance, storage capacity,and battery life . by taking these into account ,you can narrow down your choices findthe perfect modelfor your needs .

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If you’re looking for the best laptop for gaming and content creation, there are a few things you need to keep in mind. First, you’ll want to make sure the laptop has a powerful processor. You’ll also want to make sure it has plenty of RAM and storage space. Finally, you’ll want to make sure it has a good graphics card. If you keep these things in mind, you should be able to find the perfect laptop for your needs.

The Top 5 Laptops for Gaming and Content Creation

1. If you’re looking for the best laptop for gaming and content creation, you need to make sure it has a powerful processor and graphics card. You’ll also want to consider the size of the screen and the overall design of the machine.

2. Here are our top five laptops for gaming and content creation:

3. 1) The MacBook Pro 15-inch with Touch Bar is our pick for the best laptop for gaming and contentcreation because it has a quad-core Intel Core i7 processor, 16GB of RAM, AMD Radeon R9 M370X discrete graphics, and a Retina display. It’s also thin (0.71 inches) and light (4 pounds).

2) The Alienware 15 is our runner-up pick because it’s packed with features like an Intel Core i7 processor, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1070 Graphics card, 8GB of RAM, Tobii eye-tracking technology,and a 4K IPS display. It’s thicker (1.02 inches) and heavier (7 pounds) than the MacBook Pro 15-inch though.

3) The Razer Blade Stealth is another great option if you’re looking for a powerful Ultrabook that can game and create content too. It has an Intel Core i7 processor (8th gen), NVIDIA GeForce MX150 Graphics card ,16GB of RAM ,a 4K UHD touch display ,and Thunderbolt 3 support .At 0 .70 inches thick weighing in at 2 .93 pounds however it isn’t as large as some other gaming laptops out there . Plus its all black matte aesthetic gives it a stylish look .

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Assuming you would like a blog titled “10 Reasons Why Gaming and Content Creation is Awesome on Laptops”:

1. You can take your laptop with you wherever you go.

2. laptops are more affordable than some gaming consoles.

3. A laptop has the ability to do many things; not just game or create content. It can be used for school, work, social media, etc.

4. A laptop is a personal computer- meaning that it belongs to only you and no one can tell you what to do with it or invade your privacy as easily as they could if it were a shared desktop in an arcade or something similar.

5);content creation often requires the use of multiple programs simultaneously which can lead to lagging on lower-end laptops; however, higher-end laptops designed specifically for gaming and content creation purposes rarely have this problem 6) On a laptop, you get to control everything about your game or project environment including sound volume, graphical options, recording settings without having to worry about someone else accidentally messing up your hard work 7) You also don’t need to lug around extra controllers or peripherals because everything you need is built into the laptop 8) Another great thing about using a laptop for gaming and content creation is that there are few compatibility issues because most games these days are designed with PC users in mind 9) And finally, when using a laptop for gaming or content creation purposes, you have access to free online updates and mods that can improve your experience greatly Some people might say that desktops are better for gaming and content creation but those people are wrong! Laptops offer so many advantages over their larger counterparts including portability, pricepoint ,and customization among other things

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1. Laptops have come a long way in recent years, and there are now some great options for gamers and content creators alike. The best laptop for gaming and content creation will depend on your specific needs, but there are a few things to keep in mind.

2. First, you’ll want to make sure the laptop has enough power to handle whatever you’re throwing at it. That means looking for a processor that can handle demanding games and software, as well as plenty of RAM.

3. Second, you’ll want to make sure the laptop has a good graphics card. This is especially important if you’re planning on doing any serious gaming or video editing.Additionally, look for laptops with SSDs for faster loading times and 4K displays for crisper visuals..

4 Finally ,battery life is also worth considering – especially if you plan on using your laptop away from a power outlet . All of these factors will come into play when choosing the best laptop for gaming and content creation

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[bumirang]

Turtle, Duck, Dragon, Horse: Ch. 8 excerpt

It’s a chilly afternoon when Bumi sits in on Hana’s worst training session since she arrived at Air Temple Island.

Under Jinora’s supervision, she and six other novitiates were walking the circle in a coordinated effort to create a sphere of solid wind nearly twice her height. Intimidating, but she’d managed it before. She actually wasn’t doing too terribly, until she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. Maybe it was excitement or performance anxiety or just the distraction, but that’s when it all went wrong. She immediately fell out of step with the others, but the more she tried to correct for it, the more unstable their formation became, until the sphere was a roiling squall-ball they were struggling just to contain.

Master Jinora stepped forward and summoned a gust with thought alone. “That’s, uh, impressive, but if you’ll slow down and back away, I can safely disper—”

Then it exploded, with a roar like a thunderclap in reverse. Thankfully, they were shielded from the worst of it by a barrier whipped up by their teacher, but it was a close thing.

Hana’s ears are still ringing when she makes in Bumi’s direction, ignoring the accusatory glances from her fellow novitiates. It’s obvious to all of them who messed things up, but they can’t prove anything, so whatever. Bumi, in contrast, just waves happily, absentmindedly petting Bum-Ju on his shoulder.

She stops five feet away from him and plants her hands on her hips. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hi to you, too,” he replies, slightly offended.

“Sorry, that sounded… I mean, did you need me for something?”

“Nope.”

“So, what, you popped by to watch me be a screw-up?”

“Well, I like to get a feel for where the newbies’re at. Didn’t think you’d be out with ‘em.”

She deflates a bit. “You saw how hopeless I am. I’ll be stuck with the newbies forever at this rate.”

“Nooo, no… Your bending’s just, uh, chaotic.” His smile is wide but not very convincing. Oh no. He’s trying to be nice. Her face burns at the realization. Pity is the last thing she wants from him, of all people.

He continues, “Form was great, though. Right, buddy?” He glances at the dragonfly-bunny, who shrugs. “Yeah, he thinks so, too.”

“…Thanks.” She stares past him, at the ground, wishing she were anywhere else. At the same time, Bumi’s easily her favorite person on Air Temple Island, and it’s usually such a treat being the focus of his attention. If only she could be anything other than a pathetic misfit in his eyes.

He puts a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, kid, don’t get hung up on it. We’ll figure it out.” His voice has gone all serious, worried.

“You don’t have to… be nice to me.”

“…Huh?”

“Because you feel sorry for me. I don’t want…” She feels her eyes flood with hot tears. In a panic, she slaps a hand over her face, harder than she intended. “Ow.”

Bumi clears his throat and calls over her head, across the courtyard, “Hey, Jinora, gonna steal Hana for a bit!”

“Oh, we’re all done!” she calls back, sounding less rattled than she probably feels. “No theft required.”

“Great! Seeya at dinner!” His hand slides down to Hana’s arm, sending a wave of goosebumps shivering along her shoulders and neck. She almost jumps when he mutters into her ear, “I know a good place to talk. No lookie-loos.”

Then they’re hurtling through the air, and she forgets about her shame for a sweet thirty seconds. His grip on her arm is firm, but she latches onto him anyway. Just survival instinct, she reminds herself, as she hears him laugh with her ear against his chest. He wraps an arm around her then, and she feels safer than she ever did on the ground.

Bumi sets them down in a little grassy clearing on the eastern edge of the island. It’s not far from one of his favorite places to have class, but without any obvious paths to it, you’d have to survey the island from the air to even know it exists. Or just know its layout like the back of your hand. It’s late afternoon, leaving most of it in the shade from nearby trees. What sunlight there is glows gold on dead grass. Framed by two stunted trees jutting from the cliff’s edge is the skyline of Republic City, painted gold as the grass. Bumi pulls a little ta-dah pose in front of it, which gets a smile out of her.

“That’s more like it,” he says, wearing his own smug grin. “Now what was that about you not wanting me to be nice?”

“I just meant…” She grasps at the air, like the words she needs to complete her thought are buzzing around her. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to go out of your way. For me.” It seems like a moot point now.

“Why not you?”

“I’m not cut out for this. You’re wasting your time.”

He laughs softly to himself and crosses his arms. For a moment, Hana’s terrified that he might be mocking her, but when he looks back up at her, his eyes are kind, and a little sad. “I know how ya feel,” he says with a shrug.

“How could you poss—”

Bumi just raises an eyebrow at her, and she slaps her hand over her face again. It stings worse than the first time, but she figures she deserves that.

“Fu— Nngh! I’m such an—” Hana drops down onto her haunches, holding her throbbing face in both hands. Maybe with enough pressure, she can shove the tears and snot back where they belong. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

She hears him sit down across from her. “M’not mad, kid. Like I said, I’ve been where you are. More or less.” She steals a glance at him, seated maybe a foot away and wearing the city itself like his own personal aura. “I see you busting your ass to do what comes so easy to others, and I know what that does to ya. Shame and doubt. Anger. A lot of anger. It can make ya feel worthless…”

She nods and eases into a cross-legged sit, mirroring him.

“S’not true, though. Everyone’s worth something. You’re worth a lot. Trust me, I’ve got an eye for talent.” Bum-Ju, who’s been hovering at a respectful distance, picks that moment to park himself on her head. “See? So does he.”

Hana wipes her runny nose, trying to hide it at first, but Bumi’s expression is so genuinely affable that she feels silly for thinking he might judge her. He’s on her side. A goopy face won’t change that. For lack of better options, she wipes up with a sleeve.

Hands dry, she reaches up, tentatively, to pet the dragonfly-bunny. “Is it okay if I…?”

“That’s up to him.”

The spirit doesn’t flee at her touch. In fact, he leans into it. She gasps as she runs her fingers through his fur, which is easily the softest, silkiest texture she’s ever felt, like yarn spun from cloudstuff. To her surprise, he gives a happy little chirrup and plops into her lap, landing on his back.

“He says to tell you he wants belly rubs.”

“Heh. Okay.” Petting Bum-Ju is supremely soothing, like lemonade on a summer’s day. His quiet little chirps merge and blend into a purr, and she smiles again. How could she not?

“It… It’s humiliating. I knew training wasn’t gonna be easy, but this is like being a little kid all over again.” She runs a finger along the edge of one of the spirit’s strange insectoid wings. Like the fur, it doesn’t feel entirely substantial. “I was supposed to be an earthbender, y’know.”

“Yeah? Says who?”

“…My dad.”

“Hah! Ain’t that always the way?”

“Heh…”

“You don’t give me earthbender vibes at all. You’re too… squishy.”

Her head shoots up to glare at him, and she notices how the sunlight’s shifted since they arrived. Twilight’s creeping up fast. “Did you just call me squishy?”

She’s caught him off-guard, and he blushes at the unflattering implications of such a word choice. “That’s to say… Well, the way rocks aren’t, right? Does that make sense?”

“No…?”

“You’re, I dunno, airy.”

“So I’m squishy like air…?”

Bumi runs a hand through his hair in actual frustration. “Forget I said you were squishy!” He looks relieved when she giggles and clues him into her teasing.

“My point being,” she continues blithely, “I may be the worst airbender here, but I had no earth talent whatsoever. Dad was not pleased. I never even wanted to do it, except to please him.”

“Sorry.”

“I have a little brother, though, and he’s brilliant with earth. Stone, glass, metal. You name it. Guess it worked out for Dad in the end, but I always… Even though it was crazy, I always wanted to fly. Not in an airship, but like the birds do. It never seemed fair.” She winces at how naive that sounds. “After Harmonic Convergence, I thought, y’know, finally. This is who I’m supposed to be.” Sympathy fills the lines around Bumi’s eyes and mouth, and she looks back down at the fuzzy spirit in her lap. She gives him some experimental chin scritches, which seem to go over well. “But it’s been more than three months now, and I’m still… I’m just a screw-up.”

“You’re the best teaching assistant I’ve ever had.”

Hana blinks. “Aren’t I the only one you’ve ever had?”

“Nah, I used to spend summers teaching new recruits arts ‘n’ crafts.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Says somebody who has no idea how boring it can get on a tour of duty! Keeping your hands busy staves off Sea Madness. And fistfights… Well, that is until somebody badmouths another guy’s macramé. I’ve been called as a witness at some crazy court martials, lemme tell ya.”

“I… Wow, okay. I guess you’d know.”

“And before I forget, let’s get one thing clear,” says Bumi, leaning forward and pointing right in her face. “I like being around you. Aren’t we friends?”

What’s the appropriate response to that? “You… friend… with me?” Well, it’s definitely not that. “I guess I didn’t… I thought you were just trying to figure me out. What’s wrong with me, I mean.”

“That, too, but hey! We have fun, right?”

“Yeah?”

“There ya go! Friends!”

She laughs. She can’t help it. Seeing the way Bumi’s face lights up only makes her laugh harder. Bum-Ju launches clear of her lap as she doubles over. Collapsed on the grass, she finally admits, “Okay! We’re friends! I guess!”

“So…” Only when she sees his shoulders relax does Hana realize how tense he’s been this whole time. “You always wanted to fly, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. More than anything. Thought I could grow up to be a bird if I put in the effort, but I was forced to develop an overactive imagination instead.”

“Sounds like a fun story.”

She pushes herself back into a sitting position and picks bits of grass out of her hair. She could do with a trim, now that she’s thinking about it. “Not a whole lot to tell. I was basically a toddler, and I don’t remember much.”

“Yeah?” Bumi’s grinning at her. He grins a lot, to be fair, but he has a different style for every occasion. Goofball, smart-ass, encouraging, nervous, and so on. This is a pure look of amused contentment, just for her. It makes her feel all gooey inside, but in a nice way, no snot involved.

“Hm. Well, okay. Mom did tell me about one time she found me eating worms out of the garden.”

“Hah! What’d it taste like?”

“Slimy dirt, probably? I only know it happened from Mom. Like I said, toddler.”

Bumi scratches his neck and looks off to the side, like he’s debating something with himself, then says, “I jumped off cliffs a lot.”

“Wow. Dark.”

“Into the water! Got pretty good at climbing. Diving, too, but that’s just, y’know, falling with style.”

“Umbrellas.” He looks at her expectantly, eyes glittering like chips of ice. They might be the palest she’s ever seen, and if they aren’t the most beautiful, they’re definitely in the top five. That’s a strange thought. Despite his age, he’s actually quite handsome. In fact, the wrinkles themselves emphasize his features in a way she didn’t realize she appreciated until just now. They tell a story of a life well-lived.

A quirk of his eyebrows reminds her that she’s in the middle of a conversation, during which she’s just said “umbrellas” and stared at him for ten seconds.

“W-well. Um. I saw this character in a storybook who flew around with an umbrella, so I found the biggest one I could and ran down the street, screaming my head off the whole time.” Hana feels herself blush at the admission. “That part seemed important for some reason. I was, like, five.”

“How’d that go?”

“As I recall, I broke the umbrella, and several people called the cops. They thought I was escaping from a murderer or something. Can’t imagine why.”

Bumi just laughs. Hana revels in it until he quiets enough to keep telling him embarrassing things about herself.

“Then there was the time I spent a month collecting loose feathers around my neighborhood and stuffed them all in my shirt,” she says, with a bit of added pantomime. “Was gonna jump out the apartment window, but I chickened out.”

“So… it worked?”

“Shut up. You are horrible, and I hate you now.”

“Minus 57 points for disrespecting your elder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they dress me like a giant baby.” She tugs at a corner of the scarlet shawl sewn around the shoulders of her standard-issue Air Nomad pajamas. They both snicker.

Then Bumi sits up straight like he’s been struck by lightning. “I got it!”

“Hm?”

“A wingsuit. Try one on!”

“That’s not really allowed unless you’ve qualified, though.”

“Eh, if you get in trouble, I’ll smooth it over,” he says with a little hand wave. “It could be just the confidence boost you need to get over whatever mental block is tripping you up.” He gestures at his own outfit. “Think about it. The right uniform can totally change how you see yourself. And I should know.”

“That’s a good point, but…” Hana shrugs and makes various non-committal noises. What she doesn’t mention is her discomfort at the snugness of the wingsuit’s fit. As ridiculous as the pajamas look on her, they’re at least loose and comfortable. Squeezing into a skintight flight suit to practice—probably clumsily as ever—is just another humiliation waiting to happen. It does give her an idea, though.

“Remember when I told you how I’ve had a bit of Kyoshi Warrior training?” she asks with a little smirk.

“I remember you not flipping me, even after I asked nicely.”

“Well, I might still have my fan lying around somewhere…”

[taito-vs-takatsuki]

Bring It On (Blade Maiden vs Shattered Moon)

[Eldrid:]

My dear, sweet Kirumi, I truly apologize I really don't want to do this, but I refuse to compromise Your stupid bitch of a leader pissed me right the fuck off! So don't stand in my way, you can't afford the payoff! You call yourself Crystal? Ha, don't make me laugh! With a single punch, I could break you right in half! This is the end of Shattered Moon's piss-poor saga! Say goodbye to Earth, and hello to Valhalla!

[Kirumi:]

Violence is never an answer, but for you, I’ll make an exception You think you can beat me, well I’m bout to raise an objection You're a good fighter, but can you explain this Do you have a brain? Or are you only good with your fists Do you know who you're up against? I speak for a fucking living! Don't underestimate me, I won't be so forgiving I’m sorry to inform you, Blade Maiden is done The era of the broken moon has only just begun!

[Fleuret:]

Broken Moon, you say? And exactly what use is that? If you have something broken, then simply fix it, little gnat! But none of you would understand, because you have no format Enough talk and words, time to commence combat! Aiko-san, Overdrive, whatever you call yourself Tell me, has all that vulgarity you call music made you deaf? If not then listen closely before you fall with your pride You will never defeat the one who has Honor by her side!

[Aiko:]

Time to make some noise, the true king is here Bow down to me, or I’ll show you the true meaning of fear Combat? Very well, take up your sword little knight I highly doubt you’d stand a chance in a fight All talk and no action, where’s your honor now! Give it up Blade Maiden, the end is coming soon Kneel for your new rulers, welcome the era of the moon

[All:]

Bring it on! We're not stepping away from this fight! We'll stand tall against our enemy, day or night! Bring it on! The battle lines have now been drawn! We'll not cease until all foes are dead and gone!

[Battle Maiden:]

Defeat is not an option, Battle Maiden!

[Shattered Moon:]

We refuse to submit, Shattered Moon!

[All:]

Victory is a must, nothing else to discuss So draw your swords and prepare for war! Now, bring it on!

[Azusa:]

'Think lightly of yourself, and deeply of the world' Wiser words have not been spoken, and I hope you heard Ryoko-san, tell me truly, are you happy with your life? You'd probably say yes, but I can tell you're full of strife Lashing out, causing trouble, picking needless fights It's a wonder that you even know your wrongs from your rights It's quite fitting that you named your team, 'Shattered Moon' But the only thing I see shattered here is you!

[Ryoko:]

What do you know! I’m being preached at once more Honestly Azusa, your words are such a bore I'm tired of these games, let’s go, Samurai Think you can beat me? You're more than welcome to try Your swordsmanship can only get you so far Especially when your rap game is so sub-par Come on darling let me see what you can do It's almost a shame that I’m gonna have to crush you

[Azusa:]

You three lack foresight, you can't see what's in front of you Until you look beyond yourselves, you'll fail at all you do

[Fleuret:]

What a weak defense! It will fall before our sword None of you can see that you're just pawns on the chessboard

[Eldrid:]

Be happy, all three of you will soon become angels It's just a shame that your deaths will be slow and painful!

[Ryoko] I'm sick of this shit, let’s settle this fight Its time for us to leave blade maiden in the dark, and for us to step into the light

[Aiko] No matter the attack, our claim to victory is not lost Give up now or pay the cost

[Kirumi] Our words are our weapons, our mics wage war Come now, it’s time to settle the score!

[All:]

Bring it on! We're not stepping away from this fight! We'll stand tall against our enemy, day or night! Bring it on! The battle lines have now been drawn! We'll not cease until all foes are dead and gone!

[Battle Maiden:]

Defeat is not an option, Battle Maiden!

[Shattered Moon:]

We refuse to submit, Shattered Moon!

[All:]

Victory is a must, nothing else to discuss So draw your swords and prepare for war! Now, bring it on!

[Azusa:]

Fleuret-san, tell me truly, are the Mayeda siblings worthy?

[Fleuret:]

Not at all, my friend, they're 100 years too early They made a poor choice waging war against us And now the moon they worship will slowly turn to dust

[Azusa:]

Really now? Are you sure that's not a misconception?

[Fleuret:]

Afraid not, they lack honor, and that's not a preconception Overdrive wastes time doing senseless things He lacks the knowledge to walk the path of being a king And Crystal, though is kind, is simply second-rate When toppled over, like the King, she is put in checkmate In simpler terms, both of them are worth avoiding

[Azusa:]

I see, my, how truly disappointing

[Kirumi] Oh my oh my, what low-class insults

[Aiko]

How about we point out some of your god damn faults Maidens living in the past, your reasonings are a mystery I’ll be sure to leave you both forgotten in the pages of history

[Kirumi]

Now now dear brother no need to be so harsh on our dear friends

[Aiko] Harsh? Hardly a fitting trial for their timely end Azusa stuck in the past, kendo is so damn out of out of style Is going after her even worthwhile? Don't even get me started on Fleuret! That honor happy knight One look at her and I can tell she wouldn’t last in a fight! I can’t even continue! These two aren’t worth the trouble!

[Kirumi]

Very well then, let’s leave them behind in the rubble

[Eldrid:]

Well well, lookie here, it's just me and you, bitch Now to fulfill my promise, get ready to get lynched! You know the old saying that 'Snitches get stitches?' Well around here, snitches wind up in fuckin' ditches! You say you had your reasons, well I don't give a fuck You're a fuckin' stool pigeon, you wannabe ugly duck! Your friendship with Lana was nothing more than a crutch So from me and her to you, we say 'fuck you very much!'

[Ryoko] Hm~? Did I hear something? Was it just a waste of time? Sounds to me like dear Eldrid is running out of rhymes It's not like you’d understand, I did what I had to. If you were in my shoes you’d fucking do the same to I don't feel a fucking thing for her, not sorrow nor empathy Both you and her get no sympathy from me Guilt trips don’t work on me, life isn’t fucking fair Give me a reason why I should fucking care

[All:]

Bring it on! We're not stepping away from this fight! We'll stand tall against our enemy, day or night! Bring it on! The battle lines have now been drawn! We'll not cease until all foes are dead and gone!

[Battle Maiden:]

Defeat is not an option, Battle Maiden!

[Shattered Moon:]

We refuse to submit, Shattered Moon!

[All:]

Victory is a must, nothing else to discuss So draw your swords and prepare for war! Now, bring it on!

[seyaryminamoto]

Anon-Nemesis - I just took a looky at the list of arcs and WOAAAAAHOWOWOWOOO is that the amount of arcs you have planned for Part 3 or just an estimate? Its a lot anyway, but at the speed you're writing, you might actually finish them all in a bit over a year from now would be my humble guess, 2 at most.

I am not going to lie, my friend... I was waiting for this ask x'DDDDD I seriously wondered if anyone would notice the major upgrade before the next arc caused the sharp spoiler-hunters to go on the navi and look for the summary of the next one... and you were the winner! xD Good job!

Soooo... yeah. Those are the expected arcs of Part 3. It looks like a lot. It IS a lot. The ones with numbers next to them, as usual, are the ones already written and finished :'D I still have a ton to go through though xD but the most important thing is...

The entire Gladiator outline has been officially plotted!

I have no idea how long it's going to be, not really, no clue how long each arc will be, nope... some might be standalone chapters, even, while others might be fairly long. But... yes. There's a huge document in my PC at the moment that I'm sure you'd be spying on if you were still in your old ghostly form (?), it's literally 43K worth of plotting and outlining, I may add a few things here or there, or alter a few others... but the core of the story, the structure, is finally well and truly set in stone by now.

I am a bit proud of this achievement, yes (?) and it also feels a bit terrifying and daunting to think I'm getting that close to the major developments I've been plotting and working on for... so long. Eight years, man. How on earth has time gone this fast? x'D I am keenly aware of the fact that the work that sustained my very existence won't last forever... but man, I have a duty to this crazy commitment to see this mess through to the very end! So onwards we go, to ensure this huge story gets the ending it's meant to have!

Anyway, yep. I may have gotten the numbers wrong, not gonna lie, maybe I added a few more bullet points than there should be, or didn't add enough... but, by official doc count, we're looking at no less than 33 arcs in Part 3... ahaha :'D so many 3s, ahahahahaha...

*screams*

[queenofthefallenangels]

Darlin

Walking Dead Fandom 

Negan x OC 

Rated M

Warnings: Smut, blood, violence 

Summary: Willa and her boyfriend Derrick are having a fight at the bar that turns a bit physical. What happens when Negan steps in stop put a stop to it? 

My arms were shaking as I marched out of the bar that night. I couldn’t believe how Derrick was treating me again. What he would let his stupid buddies say about me. He even had the nerve to say that I was in the wrong for sticking up for myself. I shook my head. I was done with this whole thing. 

 “Let go of me,” I yelled when I felt his hand around my wrist. I tried to break free, but he yanked me hard. 

“Stop, you are embarrassing me right now.” He said his grip harder on my wrist. “You are acting like a child.” 

“Why? Because I was standing up for myself. Someone should have since you didn’t defend me to your little police buddies.” I said still struggling against his hold. “If I am such a child then let me go home.” 

“You have no ride home. Stop acting like a child and come back inside.” He yanked me harder back. 

“I am perfectly fine, Derrick,” I said, only pulling back. His grip got tighter. I could feel a pain shooting up my arm as he grabbed onto me. “Stop, you are hurting me.” I pleaded now. 

“I tell you what to do and you listen. Get back in the bar now, before I-” 

“Officer,” a husky voice came from the other end of the parking lot. We both looked up towards the voice. In both our anger, we hadn’t noticed the bikers standing there. They had seen the whole thing go down. The one who spoke was tall and lean, his black leather jacket hugging his muscles on his arm as he leaned against his motorcycle. His black hair was slicked back. I could faintly see his facial hair growing back in the dim light. A cigarette hanging from his lips. He took it out blowing smoke before he spoke again. “I can’t help, but notice that she told you to stop and that you are hurting her. Now, I am not one to know the law, but I am pretty sure when a lady says stop, you stop. Least that’s how I was taught by my mother to treat a lady. She would come back from the grave if she saw me doing what you were doing. I suggest you let her go.” 

“Or what?” He asked the man. The man playfully raised an eyebrow. “You must be a rookie, because most of your buddies know I ain’t afraid to hit a cop, especially one who is hurting a lady.” 

“I can arrest you for hurting an officer of the law,” Derrick said sternly. 

The man chuckled pushing off the motorcycle. He looked at the man on the motorcycle next to him, “This guy is something else.” He said to the long haired one next to him. “Look at all the witnesses I have on my side. All they got to say, is that I was trying to help out this poor girl that you were manhandling. Plus, I got Sheriff Rick on my side. I will be out before dawn breaks.” He smiled wide as he threw his cigarette to the side. He closed the distance between us, gently touching my arm. My heart skipped beats when I felt his rough calloused hand against my arm. “Would you looky here, Daryl. She’s already got some nice bruises already forming. Help my case out greater.” He turned to my boyfriend, his eyes narrowing. His smile disappeared, “So, I suggest you do as she asked and go back inside.” 

“How is she supposed to get home? I am her ride.” He growled at the man. 

“I am sure I have another helmet somewhere. I will make sure she gets home fine.” He winked. 

“How do I know we can trust you aren’t going to hurt her?” 

“Oh pretty boy, trust me, I don’t hurt women as you do.”

He growled one last time before turning to get back to the bar but quickly turned around punching the man in the face. The man grabbed his face, “Everyone saw that right?” He said looking at the men behind them. They all nodded. “Well, then this is only fair.” The man sent a punch into his face sending him backward. He grabbed his nose as blood started to gush out. 

“You motherfucker,” He said, reaching for his gun that was in his pocket. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have it on him if he was off duty, but he never listened to the rules. The man chuckled darkly, “Oh, someone brought the big guns out. I thought I felt bad for you before Darlin with how he was acting. Now, he has to bring a gun instead of fighting me like a man. You must have a super small dick, boy.” 

“Shut up, or I will shoot you,” Derrick yelled. He was still on the ground holding up the gun. 

The man tsked. “I highly doubt that. For one, everyone saw you hit me first. Secondly, I think you have enough alcohol in your blood to have your pretty little badge removed. Now, I am going to repeat myself one more time, because I am a nice man. Get inside and my buddies and I won’t you down and break every bone in your body. Got it?” 

Derrick nodded as he walked into the bar. I could hear him cursing under his breath about something. 

The man turned to me, “Negan.” He said, holding out his hand. 

I took it, my heart still racing from everything that happened. “Willa.” 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Now, darlin, how about I get you home?” 

I nodded as I let him lead me to his bike. I had never ridden on a motorcycle before. This was going to be the first time. I was starting to wish that I had drank more when I was in the bar. It would make it easier to calm my nerves. I was going home with a guy I didn’t know and on a machine that I had never rode on before. Yeah, I needed way more drinks than this. My hands were shaking as I followed him. He looked back at me. His hazel eyes are studying me. “You okay, doll?” He asked. 

“I just never rode one before. I don’t think I am drunk enough for this.” 

He smiled at me. The smile spread to his eyes. His smile had to be one of the most gorgeous things I had ever seen before. It had my heart doing backflips. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me. Just make sure to hold on extra tight, darlin. I will make sure you are safe.” He winked at me, causing butterflies to explode inside my stomach. 

My hand was shaking as I got onto the back of his motorcycle. I did as he said and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. He started the bike up and drove down the road. I gave him directions to my house. He nodded and headed that way for me. I swore that he was trying to get me to hold tighter with the sharp turns that he took. 

Once he got to my house, I expected him to just drop me off. He had other things in mind. “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn’t walk you to your door?” 

“A normal one.” I giggled as I slipped off his bike. 

He rolled his eyes, “You need to get around better men like me. Not like that pussy back at the bar.” 

“I meant, you just gave me a ride. It’s not like its date or anything.” I said looking at my feet as I walked up to the front porch. 

He stopped me and turned me towards him. He hooked one of his long fingers underneath my chin, lifting my chin up to look him in the eyes. I bit my bottom lip, thinking he was going to kiss me. He was inches away from my face. I could feel his hot breath against my cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I would be thinking you want me to ask you on a date.”

I blushed, moving my face. “You would never.” 

“No wonder you got with such an ass. I was wondering the whole time how he got such a beautiful girl. You don’t know your worth.” He said. 

“You are just saying that,” I told him. We reached my porch and I turned back to him. “Is there anything I can get you for this? I don’t have much, but there has to be a way to reward you.” 

He shook his head. “You owe me nothing, darlin. Just get better taste in men.” 

“You know it seems kind of backward that you saved me from a cop. My parents loved it when they said I was dating a cop.” 

“See, this is why sometimes it’s good to rebel.” He winked at me. 

“Would you still like to come in and wash up your hands at least? I can see the blood drying on your knuckles. Please, I have brownies.” 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to get me to say.” He chuckled. “Alright, I will come in.” He said holding his hands up in defense. “Mainly for the brownies though.” He said with another flash of his award-winning smile. 

I let him inside my house and turned on the light. “The bathroom is down the hall.” I told him as I pointed. “You can wash your hands and I will get you a brownie and some milk.” 

He nodded his head, “Thank you, darlin.” He said before he headed for the bathroom to wash off his hands. I took a small plate out of the cabinet and grabbed a brownie for him before pouring him a glass of milk, placing it on my kitchen table. 

He came in shortly later. “Thanks, doll.” He said as he kissed my cheek. The problem was when he leaned in to kiss my cheek, my head turned at the exact same time. Our lips touched and I felt something I had only read about in books. Sparks flew from our lips the moment they touched. I kissed back though I knew it had to be a mistake. It was more of a reaction to the kiss. Not to say that I didn’t like it. 

I thought he would have pulled away as soon as he realized it, but he didn’t. He pulled me closer to him and pushed me against the wall. He deepened the kiss as he became hungry for more. I was surprised at first by him, but I relaxed, wrapping my arms around his neck.   

After a long while of an intense make out, Negan pulled away. “You know you don’t owe me this. I can get the brownie and go If that’s what you want.” I shook my head. “No, I want this,” I said pulling his lips back on mine. It was true. I wanted it. Derrick had been the only man I had ever been with. I already felt on top of the world. My core was hot with need. I needed more of him. I craved more of him in a way I never craved a man before. 

He hooked his arms underneath my knees as he wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled away from the kiss. “You are going to have to tell me where your bedroom is then.” He stated.

I nodded gasping for air from the heated kiss we just shared. “Yeah, it’s just up the stairs. I can walk.” “Nonsense.” He said as he carried me up the stairs. He kicked open the door that I pointed to and laid me down in the bed. His body between my legs. My eyes widened when I saw him get down on his knees pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. He saw my eyes and stopped. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head. A smirk appeared on his face causing his dimples to sink in. “He never ate you out did he?” He asked. 

I shook my head again. “He didn’t like it.” 

“Well, that boy doesn’t know what he is missing, princess, because you look delicious. I can see it through your panties.” He said as he pulled my skirt up to my hips. He hooked his finger into my panties and pulled them off with one quick swipe down. I bit my lip as I watched him. “Look, how pretty this pink little pussy is for me,” Negan whispered. He gave my outer lips a small kiss before he started to lick them. He soon dove his tongue between my folds as he lapped up the wetness. His rough fingers scrapped up the sides of my leg. He slipped a finger into me and groaned softly. “Fuck,” he said. He moved another finger inside and started to move them. He pressed gently against my button causing me to feel new waves of pleasure that I couldn’t explain. I moaned loudly as I moved my hips against his fingers and face. 

All of a sudden, the sensation was gone. I opened my eyes to see he had pulled out. Negan was talking off his leather jacket revealing his white v neck. He pulled down his cargo pants, releasing his thick shaft. It was hard as it stood. He took off his shirt and laid back down on the bed. “I want you to lay on top of me.” 

“Won’t that hurt you?” I asked kind of nervous. 

He shook his head. “No. Just lay with your legs between my head.” I did as he said. Without instruction, I took his dick between my lips, tasting his precum. I moaned against him as I began to bob up and down. He let out a soft groan before he stuffed two fingers back inside me. He wrapped his lips against my clit. Negan sucked and pulled on my clit. I screamed against his cock. It wasn’t long before I came all over his face and fingers. He didn’t stop though. His motions never slowed. My body was so sensitive from the last time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it back long. I wanted to give him some pleasure too. I pushed him all the way down my throat, gagging slightly. 

He released my clit, “Oh Fuck,” he said bucking his hips into my face. “That felt so fucking good princess. I am so fucking close. Are you going to swallow daddy’s cum like a good girl?” 

This dirty talk was all new to me. I had never called a guy besides my actual dad, daddy before. But calling him that felt so hot, I couldn’t resist it. “Yes, daddy,” I said before taking him down my throat a couple more times. It wasn’t long until I felt him throbbing inside my mouth as his seed released. “Oh, fuck princess.” He said as he played with my hair. He was trying to catch his breath. “So about that date?” He said. 

I giggled as I moved to face him straddling his chest. “What about it?” 

“If this is how it ends, I would love to take you out on it.” 

I blushed, “I would love that. Now, let’s go eat that brownie.”

[zillyeh]

Something in the Eyes

Word count: 1399

Content warning: The teeniest implication of drugs at the end, if I overlooked smth lmk

Synopsis: Genny and Zippie have a fun conversation outside the Jackknife :)

Docs Version

   It wasn't surprising that a paranoid hemoanon didn't care for a rainbowdrinker. Gengun understood. It wasn’t as if he were helping their cold friendship along any by flirting with her girlfriend. Presumed girlfriend? Zipper had some stake in Bess, but the two were both still cagey about it.

   Either way. Genny was unbothered by Zippie’s… borderline hostility for the most part. Sure she was crazy, but not to an extent that Gen felt in danger from her. 

   "Felzee!" 

   He still shrunk back when he heard her bark his name. Perhaps because he'd never introduced himself with his last name, but that was besides the point.

   Gen hardened his expression a bit, taking his hand off his bike handle. This was one of the Jackknife's lazier nights. Gen wouldn't have come otherwise. He figured it was time for him to mosey on out when it started emptying for real. Apparently Zipper figured it was prime time to… come corner him outside? Gee he sure hoped not.

   "What's up, Undertaker?" He asked coolly, fishing in his pocket for his lighter. Zipper was… harsh. Even in the low light. Angles where there wasn't muscle, uncomfortably hornless and scarred where they once were. It was hard to not be unsettled by her. 

   "I got a bone to pick with you." Zippie said. Gen sighed around the cigarette in his mouth.

   “I'm not into fighting you.” He said, attempting to sound less bothered than the prospect of that made him feel. “Wanna light?"

   "Yes but no." Her zipper mask was mercifully undone enough for her not to be muffled. "I'm not here to kick your ass for making eyes at my bartender. It's more a question bone."

   "Right... Question bone." Gen ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at his bike. Was running worth it? Maybe, but… it was rare he got to actually speak to her. Uh. At least on more… neutral terms. This would be fine. Right? As long as you know who didn't rear their ugly head.

   "Uh, go on, I guess. No promises, I got an answer."

   "I think you do." She said, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Gen eyed her tattoos in the darkness as she spoke. "You know what I got going on under the skin?"

   "What?" Gen was half caught off guard by the wording of the question, half lost in the eyes of the skull on her bicep. Zipper batted her grey disguised eyes impatiently. Oh. Oh! 

   "Oh, uh, no. I'm uh. Don't really have the nose for caste. I mostly gotta go by temperature." Was he… in trouble here? The Undertaker's expressions were inscrutable on a good night, but in the low light outside her club she might as well not have a face.

   Her hard eyes took in Gengun suspiciously. Those contacts of hers caught just enough light to see them clearly. They were, in Gengun's opinion, the most terrifying part of her. Exhausted, heavy lidded, injured in some permanent way around the sclera. Her long lashes were nowhere near enough to soften her sharp gaze. It was enough to make Gengun debate hopping on his motorcycle again.

   "...Alright." Zipper said finally. Gengun blew out a nervous cloud of smoke.

   "Uh, sorry if that's been bugging you. I didn't really think about it 'til recently." He said, whatever façade of strength he'd wanted to put up against her gone.

   "It's fine." She said, arms still crossed over her chest. "...Is that cigarette offer still open?"

   Gen nodded fumbling in his deep pockets again for his box. A chill on this unseasonably warm spring evening shot up his spine as his fingers closed around his lighter again. 

   Hee hee.

   "Oh goddammit." Gen said under his breath. He glanced back to Zipper, then once again to see her… frozen? There was something else in her eyes now. Fixed on something behind him, wider than Gen had ever seen them and… Afraid? No, not quite. More like… Bracing for impact.

   "Hi ladies." Sulphur's rasp of voices said over Gengun's shoulder. Their near corporeal fingers dug into his shoulder.

   "Oh fuck off you." Gen grumbled. He was hoping that tonight would have been warm enough to deter them until he got home. Oh when would lady luck stop being so annoyed with him?

   "You see that too?" Zipper asked, a waver to her voice that made Gen more uncomfortable than when she was pissed off.

   "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. That's my uh… Parasite."

   "Bitch." 

   “Cunt.”

   Sulphur made a choking noise that could have been a scoff. Zippie relaxed slightly.  Gengun groaned and waved his lighter at the shadow, Sulphur disappearing where the flame light touched it. They still didn't fully disappear, though. Genny's frustration seemed to amuse them. 

   "I'm busy. Go catch fire."

   "So mean to usss." That cloud of darkness hissed childishly, avoiding a swipe of Gen's lit cigarette. They giggled and put themself between him and Zippie.

   "WE think you should introduce us to your friend." They said. Their glowing yellow eye spots traveled across their 'torso' to look at Zipper.

   "I don't want an introduction." Zippie said, something steely in her eyes now. That waver in her voice was gone for the most part.

   "You're rude too." Sulphur huffed.

   "Damn right I am. Felzee. Can you-"

   "If I could they wouldn't be here." Gen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Best thing I can do is scoot, left my good matches at home." Zipper hummed thoughtfully and looked at her hands.

   "Thinking about caressing my face, masky?" Sulphur teased, the amorphous black blob sprouting hands again. "I don't think you can.~ Sad. You're handsome." 

   Gen grimaced, but through Sulphur he could see Zippie spark.

   "Uh huh." She said, her eyes a brilliant glowing crimson. "We can test that, yeah?"

   Before Gen could really process what was happening in front of him, Zippie grabbed Sulphur’s arm. Physically. As if they were made of flesh.

   "How-"

   "How-"

   "Lookie ookie at that, huh?" Zippie sounded unsurprised. Gen backed away a few steps. "Let's see…" 

   Whatever Zipper had coursing through her veins was dangerous. Her whole arm sparked red, from her shoulders to her fingertips. Sulphur howled an awful noise as her electricity not just disappeared them, but seemingly shattered them. They ripped to pieces in a flash, and just as quick as they came they were gone.

   "Holy shit." Gen breathed. Zippie shook out her wrist, those raised metal bumps in her skin shining in the light.

   "Uh, can you teach me how to do that?" He asked, maybe half serious. He was sure that wouldn’t be permanent. Nothing with Sulphur was. She laughed, some bitterness to the raspy sound.

   "Trust me, you don't wanna know where that comes from."

   "Right. You seem… kind of unphased. By that." Gens eyes were still fixed on that spot Sulphur had disappeared from. Undertaker indeed.

   "Easier deal with than mine." Zippie shrugged. 

   "Yours?" Gen tilted his head slightly. Zippie chewed her lip and looked back to her club. Light poured out the front door as the last couple stragglers were encouraged out onto the sidewalk. The unmistakable figure of Bessba waved at the two of them- or maybe just Zippie.

   "Nevermind." She sighed, giving her probably girlfriend a wave back. "Forget the smoke too. I'll get in trouble." She eyed Gen appraisingly before putting one of her hands at about eye level.

   "You want some juice before you go?" She asked, sparking green this time. Was she really going to ask him that after what Genny had just witnessed? Sure he had an idea of what that other one did, but… 

   "Pass." Gen said, eying her hand warily. That would be an experiment for another time.

   "Suit yourself." Zippie shrugged. She patted his arm in the way an uncomfortable paternal figure might a child. "Good talk."

   "I'll, uh, catch you later, Undertaker.” Gen said with a wave. Zipper snorted as she turned to return to her club.

   “Watch out for yourself Felzee.” She said. After a few steps she turned on her heel to walk backwards- a dangerous act in those boots of hers. “Also if I don’t see you in my church its Zippie.”

   “Uh, yes... sir.”

   Zippie barked out a laugh that actually sounded amused. With that she left Gengun on the sidewalk. This time blissfully, actually alone for the first time in what felt like ages.

[kezibun]

Woodland get away

A self ship, self indulgent fic for my Anniversary with Red.

Part 2: Saturday.

The sun shone through the gap in the curtain stirring Red awake… or was it the delicious scent of food that filled the air that woke him? Either way he rubs his sockets and yawns. That's when he notices the empty space next to him. 

He doesn't have much time to think or wonder, though before she walks in with a tray of food. 

“Morning love.” She chimes. 

“Was this sweetheart?” He mumbles in his rough morning voice, stretching as he sits up.

“Breakfast in bed for my dearest husband.” She sits down next to him and plants a kiss on his cheekbone before placing the tray on his lap. “Pancakes and coffee for my love.” 

“You spoil me Doll.” 

“Happy Anniversary Red.” 

“Happy Anniversary Kezi.” 

He pulls her in for a quick kiss before he turns his attention to his food. 

“Thanks Sweetheart, almost looks as gorgeous as you.” 

She giggles. Such a sweet sound he could never get tired of.

“You’re welcome. I’ll just go get mine, real quick.”

She goes and gets her own tray of breakfast and sits on the bed beside him. They enjoy their meal together and have a little cuddle session before getting ready to go out. Kezi hadn't really made any plans, neither of them usually do the whole plans thing so it was time to head out and see what they could find to do.

The fresh cold morning air welcomes them. The whole forest is covered in a thick blanket of white, fluffy snow. 

Kezi beams as she walks out into the winter wonderland. It still baffles Red how excited she gets over the snow, though from the 3 years of living here he can kinda see why, it is pretty rare, that doesn’t make her fascination with it any less cute though, makes him think back at their brief time in the underground together… he couldn't understand why she wanted to play in the snow so badly, it was cute… but oh man was that whole ordeal a rollercoaster. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a giggle followed by a snowball to the face. 

“Oh no ya didn’t.” He chuckles.

“Oh I think I did.” She snickers.

And then a snow war broke out between them, Red was always a hard target to hit unless caught unaware, and he’s got amazing aim. She got a couple hits but if they were keeping score he definitely would have won. While they were playing in the snow already they of course had to make a little snowman, or well Kezi insisted making a little snow family so Snowbert wasn’t lonely. 

Then they made a quick warm up stop and got a bite to eat at one of the coffee shops dotted around, after that they set off into the snowy forest once more.

Red drags her over to the ice skating rink… it was almost as if he had this planned. They have a lot of fun skating, Kezi isn't the best on the ice, but Red is pretty confident and has her every step(?) of the way. Then Red leads her to a nice restaurant, Kezi was surprised to find out that Red was hiding a nice dress shirt under his jacket. She felt a tad under dressed now… that's not fair, but Red made sure she knows that if she wears that cute smile she has then she's always dressed for the occasion. 

After an amazing dinner they sit on a bench in the town surrounded by all the fairy lights that are neatly strewn around. It was starting to get dark now so Kezi broke out the glow sticks making necklaces and bracelets for them both. Red doesn't mind despite feeling slightly silly, it brings a smile to her face so it's worth it. 

"Beautiful." She giggles after putting the glow stick necklace around his neck. 

"Me? Wha? Na. Ya eyes must be broken." He chuckles.

"Na uh my eyes be fine, and Yes you. Lookie it matches your amazing eyelights." She pouts.

"You're so weird Kitten." 

"I know. So are you sometimes but that's why we're perfect for eachother." She leans up and kisses his forehead. "Oh I made you a prezzie." She uses her phone to get a little box out of her inventory. "Here." 

"Was this?"

"Open it silly and find out." 

He takes the box and opens it up. Inside is a golden pocket watch, a cool embossed pattern on it with Kezi and Red writing around it, on the back it says 104. Inside the clock face is black with red numbers. The whole thing has a magical shimmer to it. 

"Wow, really cool, ya made it yer self?"

"Yup, I had a little help from… well… myself. Oh and it's not just a pocket watch, it's like the protection keychain but fancier, a-also it's like a locket and you can put a picture in it. If you want." 

"That's amazing Sweetheart, I'll keep it close always. I got one question?"

"Yeah?" 

"What's 104 mean?"

"Oh well it's um…" her cheeks flush. "You see… you're red… which is the 1st colour of the rainbow and my colour is green which is 4th… and everyone knows a 'O' is a hug… soo…"

"Oh my freakin' stars Kezi. How are ya this freakin' cute?"

"I don't know."

"I got you some stuff too." He gets two boxes out of his inventory one is obviously her favourite chocolates and her face lights up at the sight of them. The other is a little box with a green bow on. He hands her the boxes. She carefully takes off the bow, takes off her hat and ties the bow into her hair with a smile.

"Beautiful." Red hums. "Now come on, open it."

She nods and opens the box. Inside is a snowglobe, the glass orb is sat on a mechanical looking box, inside the ball is a little white bunny sat on a patch of forget-me-nots. 

"It's so pretty thank you. And I'll definitely enjoy the chocolate." She chirps before kissing him quickly.

"Hey is also a night light, and this box has a secret puzzle compartment, I had a little help from my bro but I made sure it wasn't dangerous."

"Oh wow really!? That's even more awesome." She looks over it and finds a button that makes the whole thing glow a pretty green. "I'll be sure to solve the puzzle later ok?"

"Ye whenever ya wanna."

"I love you." She hums as she hugs him tightly.

"I love ya too hun bun." He hugs her back and scatters some little kisses over her face. "I have one more surprise for ya doll." 

"Really?"

They back their gifts into their inventories then Red takes Kezi by the hand leading her out of the little town. He stops by the lake.

"Wait here for me ok."

She nods and he kisses her forehead before disappearing.

She looks around… it's gotten really dark by now. To her left is a building of some kind, what she can't tell. To her right is more forest and behind her is the town… but in front of her is the beautiful lake, it glistens in the moonlight, the stars sparkling over the water.

On the water from behind the building comes a light… a lantern… on a little boat, then she sees a familiar glow as the boat fully reveals its self. It's a lovely little row boat with her skeleton sat in it rowing towards her. She can't help but "awwww" and giggle.

He stops at the end of a tiny pier. "Come on my lady." He becons. 

She scurries over and carefully sits in the boat with Reds help and he rows further into the lake.

"This is so romantic Red." She squeaks. "When did you plan all this?"

"Tbh not long before we left to go on holiday." He chuckles. "A certain bro of mine convinced me I had to do somethin' for ya today."

"Ye I can imagine Edge freaking out because we're improvising." She giggles.

"Ye. But the actual plan was all me, impressive right?" 

"Very, It's been amazing. Thank you."

Red soon stops the boat and the two of them admire the nights sky as usual, they chat and make up constellations and stories.

Red looks over to Kezi as she smiles up at the sky. She gasps.

"Shooting star!" 

He looks over to see the small light trail across the sky. They both make a wish each. Before smiling back at eachother.

"How'd I ever get a girl like you to like me??" He mumbles.

"How'd such a handsome, amazing skeleton ever fall in love with me?" She whispers back. "I love you so much." She sighs happily. 

He tilts her head up and leans in pressing his teeth against her lips, he pulls her closer, as close as he can in the little boat as she rests her hands on his chest, his hand tangling into her hair as he deepens the passionate kiss. He breaks the kiss but only for a second as he goes back for more. "I… love ya… too…"he mumbles against her lips. His soul quietly purrs out for her as she hums into the kiss. She wraps her arms around him as she enjoys the smooches.

He breaks the kiss. 

"Happy Anniversary Sweetheart." He purrs.

"H-happy Anniversary love."