#but she also was too closed off and detached so it was too easy for her to push me away....

[autisticlee]

I always think about how nice and fun it would be to have friend who have the same interests and enjoy doing the same things as me.

but the reality is, most of the people I call friend or who try to be my friend have almost nothing in common with me. our interests are always different. we don't enjoy any of the same activities. there's never anything to talk about or do together. our vibes and energy dont match. our goals are different. it's a struggle to have a conversation beyond the dreaded small talk or figure out what to do if we hang out.

I usually try to befriend people based on a shared interest, usually being my special interest. usually that's the only thing we have in common, but it brings us together and we bond amazingly at first. once one or both of us lose interest in the thing, we slowly stop talking until we never speak again.

I never know how to talk to people I dont have anything in common with, especially if it's not the base of our friendship. I never learned how to do that. I often see allistics being friends when they don't seem to share interests of talk/hang out based on a shared interest and it confuses me. I don't understand how they do that. I wish I could. maybe it would be easier for people to not become bored of me or boring to me 😅

it still sounds nice to have friends that I have many things in common with, always have a thing to talk about and share with each other, and always have something to do together that we enjoy. how do you even find people like that 🥹

[acapelladitty]

NSFW Alphabet: Cooper Howard

Summary: A full NSFW alphabet for Cooper Howard/The Ghoul from Fallout (2024).

Fic Masterlist

Link to AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pretends that he's not needing anything after sex but actually loves it when his partner wraps themselves around him like a second skin. Won't ever admit to it, but the way his arm snakes around to pull them even closer is hint enough to his real desires.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Likes his hands because they're quick and dexterous, and can justbas easily gut a gulper as they can seek out and tease a clit. Not much pride in his own appearance aside from that. He's also a tit man and the pillowy softness of them is so opposed to his own body that he only enjoys them more, usually with his mouth as much as his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sterile as all fuck, he can do what he wants with his cum and it makes no difference. Enjoys the taste and likes oral because of it. He does love for his partner to hold onto his cum though, either by swallowing or by pushing it back up their holes with his fingers. They earned it so they're going to keep it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has experimented with his new abilities as a Ghoul in some interesting and intense ways. Usually pushing the edge of pleasure and pain as he tests his own limits. His leathered skin is less sensitive than most so he's spent some of his more boring nights doing things to himself that would have a normal man in fucking hysterics.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows his way around a hole that's for sure. He slept with one or two folks before Barb but he was pretty monogamous after that despite the sleaze of his acting career. He and Barb did share a very healthy, vibrant sex life and he was eager to experience new things with her but nothing too outside of the 'vanilla' realm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Seated with his partner riding his lap like any good cowgirl should. The close skin-to-skin contact, plus the easy access to their chest, makes it a firm favourite as he's generous with his tongue and teeth. Plus, it lets him enjoy their facial expressions and hold some eye contact as he drinks in their pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Never 'goofy' is a daft sense but isn't above using filthy talk and double entendres while cracking a wicked smirk. Lots of word play around his status as both a cowboy and a monster and he likes to remind his partner of BOTH of those facets of his personality.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Look at the poor cunt 😭 he's a great big baldy bastard with nary a pube on him. The only hair he has are the follicles that fall off the folk he occasionally scalps.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly romantic given how gruff and generally detached he is, but only with a romantic partner. A random fuck gets a casual pump and dump while sex with a partner has some meaning for him and he likes to feel his partner close and ensure that they have a good time with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not at the top of his priority list in the grand scheme of things. If he's feeling horny then he'll deal with it and leave the mess splattered on the ground where it fell.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay is a kink of his and he would be at his happiest role-playing a very traditional "cowboy saves a damsel and she's looking to repay the favour" type scene. His most 'out there' kinks include a mild touch of erotic cannibalism, ropework, and dom/sub dynamics relating to discipline and cnc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Strong enough to make any vertical surface a viable spot for a fuck, there are very few areas that Cooper can't turn into a good spot for sex. His preference is for a bed though because he can be a lazy fucker when it suits him but that's an indulgence he's very rarely afforded.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Very easily motivated if he can sense his partner is down for a rough tumble in the sheets. All he needs is a WHIFF of a chance of hole and he'll be rubbing himself across you like a cat in heat. Hand straight to the groin like it was magnetic.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing his partner? Oh no. He'd fucking kill any third party before they could do anything too untoward. He's jealous as hell and volatile with it as he claims so little in the shithole that is the wastelands. Will threaten to tie his partner up and leave them for the raiders and beasts but that's just a horny threat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One leftover from his previous life is his love of giving oral. His wife loved it and he loved receiving it in equal measure. However, with things as they are, he'd rather get his rocks off in warm hole when the opportunity and time arose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally? Fast and rough. However, in the quieter moments when the sun hangs low and he feels relaxed enough to enjoy some time with his partner, he takes great pleasure in some slow and sensual sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Due to his circumstances, quickies are often the only option for some hole so if he and his partner are frisky then it's as and when the potential arises.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think choosing to fuck someone in the wastelands automatically qualifies as a considerable risk. But, yes. He's fond of risk and it's something that he'll continue to push and push until he's satisfied.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ridiculous stamina. The kind of stamina that will have smoke pouring from your hole if he's not careful lol. As a ghoul, his skin is slightly desensitised so he can go for longer but usually only lasts one good round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not really a big fan of toys (finds his cock and mouth MORE than capable thank you VERY much) but will use easy-to-access objects like his lasso and knife for some kinky play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only teases when it's a game he's playing. Most of the time, he's looking for some quick, rough action that he and his partner can enjoy in their limited, quieter moments. In terms of vocal teasing? He's very quick to spout off with some sleazy promises and demands.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tries to be very controlled but does have a tendency to grunt and growl a lot which makes him more animalistic than vocal in terms of his speech when he's fucking someone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cooper would like to eat a little bit of his partner if they were willing and had the bit going spare. Most of his meals are a necessity but to have a willing offering would be quite erotic and a big deal for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is the same shade as the rest of his skin but with a slightly deeper tone in his cockhead. Very average length but on the girthier side with a slight lean to the right when he's fully erect. No pubes, obviously.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Makes a lot of inappropriate comments and touches which would have you believing that he's constantly looking for some tail. That's only true because he tends to be hornier in high-stress situations which, unfortunately, is most of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep much and there's something possessive in him that makes him happier watching over his fucked-out partner as they sleep rather than sleeping himself.

[dearanakin]

trust you - Anakin Skywalker x f! reader

Summary: You work as a tech for the Jedi Temple and end up having to fix Anakin's robotic arm, once again. He starts having trust issues when she and his son, Luke Skywalker, become close to each other.

Warning: Angst, hurt, mentions of injury, cursing | Ps: Luke is his only child in this story. Anakin doesn't become a Sith (for now hehe)

Word count: 1.7k

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Anakin arrived in the tech room with a frown plastered over his face, as always. His cheekbone was bloody and his metal arm was loose as well as malfunctioning.

She was sitting on her table, writing down on a piece of paper when his name was announced. She turned her head around and watched as he silently sat down on a chair across from her. One of her droids excused itself, leaving them both alone.

Anakin had his blank stare at some random point in the room, not bothering to look at her, who dragged the chair closer to him. (Y/N) gently grabbed his metallic arm, looking at the prosthetic.

"What happened this time?" She asked, trailing his limb. He still didn't look at her, or even mentioned to do so. "Tough assignment today?"

He sighed, rubbing off the dripping blood from his chin as he tried to close his fake fist. The motion failed, and he pulled his fingertips as he's supposed to feel the touch.

"Got a blast shot on it" His husky voice was almost a whisper, she nodded. When (Y/N) looked at again, she noticed how tired he looked. He had bags under his eyes and his forehead seemed to have more wrinkles to it.

She nodded and got up looking for her tools. It wasn't actually strange for her to fix his arm, because this wasn't her first time doing it. Maybe it wasn't even her first time seeing him coming back from a mission all beaten up.

Sometimes, he would look less upset or mad. But it was hard to decipher how he was feeling because Anakin was a pro at hiding his emotions ever since he lost his love interest. Perhaps having Luke around him would make him seem less disturbed, but also, having a kid wasn't easy for him.

(Y/N) took a closer look and noticed the robotic articulations were almost melting. It was going to take a while and she was afraid of telling him the bad news. Most people are always feeling intimidated by him, especially by the way he looks at everyone.

She let out a quiet sigh, catching his attention anyway. Since he became a stronger Jedi, his hearing had improved a lot. "What?"

It was the first time Anakin actually looked at her, wondering just what the fuck happened now. Slowly lifting her gaze at him, she gathered all of her courage to speak up.

"Your robotic articulations are "injured". And we're going to need some time to fix it, I'm sorry". She gave him a sympathetic look, to which he scoffed and shut his eyes.

"How long?" His voice carried some sort of rage and (Y/N) saw him making a fist with his other hand.

"Uh, we don't know. But I'll make sure it won't take too long".

Anakin grunted and ran his fingers between his hair. It was quite hot to see him like that, she thought to herself. At the same time, (Y/N) scolded herself for even thinking of something like that.

He didn't look at her when he released his fingers from his curls. "I'll give you a day".

While detaching his faux limb, she tried not to roll her eyes. He was always giving orders to people, not ever caring who they were. "We'll try our best Master Skywalker", she said bluntly.

(Y/N) placed the robotic arm above another table and reached for a first aid kit. She approached the man cautiously while holding a wet cotton. Anakin, who finally looked at her after snapping out of his reverie, furrowed his eyebrows when he saw what she was doing.

(Y/N) gently placed her hand on the Jedi's cheekbone, who remained still as she wiped the almost dried blood from his face. Anakin didn't flinch, even though he felt his skin burn from the contact with the stinging product.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid eye contact with her, he didn't want to show any fragility at that moment. He was forced to face (Y/N) in front of him anyway, when she walked away to throw the material in the trash.

"You should get some rest, Master. Take this as an excuse to cool off for a bit". (Y/N) gave him an ice pack for his wound, smiling at him.

Anakin stood up from his chair holding a serious expression on his face while nodding. "Yeah, thank you".

He left the tech room without looking back. She scoffed. It was his thing to be the least polite ever and not even look at anyone.

(Y/N) considered it a win having caught his attention twice that day. He never does that. Not ever since he lost Padmé anyway.

*

Anakin

Luke came running straight to me as soon as I got to the loft. He was doing his homework with C-3PO before I arrived.

"Daddy!" He shouted as his small arms hugged my legs. "Your arm is missing, what happened?".

Little guy never failed to actually notice things. I crouched down to stay on his level and messed up his hair. "Dad was on an assignment, and it got shot with a blast".

He frowned for a second before messing my hair back. "Hey, little one!"

Luke started laughing as he ran back to the Droid, hiding behind him. "Are you alright, Master Skywalker? Do I need to contact the medical bay?"

I shook my head and flopped down on my bed. "Thank you, 3PO. I just need some rest".

The Droid nodded and walked back to the table, so my son could finish his homework. I sighed, it was weird to have a missing limb. It has been so long, I don't even remember how it felt like. I could still feel my ghost fingers moving.

I felt a throbbing pain on my cheekbone as well as my ribs, making it harder for me to breathe properly. My single hand went straight to my hair as I ran through it nervously.

I tried to dial down the stress, but couldn't even keep my eyes shut for what felt like half an hour. Luke had left the loft with C-P30 for whatever reason, which made me feel relieved. I didn't want my kid to see me like that.

"Fuck", I muttered under my breath. I wasn't sure I had painkillers lying around, and I didn't feel like going to the medical bay for an appointment.

I only found a bottle of liquor and decided to pour some into a glass. The strong taste burned my throat, and it hit my stomach briskly. If that doesn't numb the pain, I would have to drag myself out of the house. It was enough already I didn't have my metal arm, I wouldn't want to deal with that excruciating pain.

I didn't realize I had laid my head down on the kitchen countertop. The muffled sounds coming from my door woke me up, and I quickly grabbed my lightsaber, holding it next to me.

It was already dark, and only then I noticed Luke wasn't there. He wasn't watching TV or playing with his toys. Nor was he trying to sneak on me looking for my weapons that he fancied.

My fingertips became cold as I carefully walked towards the living room, still hearing low whispers. The giggling made me drop my shoulders and put down my lightsaber when I realized it was Luke.

"Luke! What the hell were you doing out? It's dark" My voice came out louder than I intended, and it scared him. He was using both hands to hold (Y/N)'s left arm, like he was trying to drag her inside.

"I'm sorry, Master Skywalker. He went to the tech room with 3PO. He wanted to see your arm". Her voice sounds apologetic and a bit apprehensive, even.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, watching as Luke reluctantly let go of her. "Sorry, dad. I just wanted to see how your arm was. I asked Miss (Y/N) to show me around as well, and 3PO said it was ok if she watched me".

"I didn't mean to bother, I'm really sor-" I cut her off before she could even apologize. My gaze met his and he nodded, knowing he should go to his bedroom.

"You should've brought him right away. He's not supposed to be out when I'm not with him". (Y/N) bit her lip and brought her hands together. "Don't do that again, please. Or I won't let him go near you".

She got taken aback, her eyes met the floor as she crossed her arms. "I really am sorry. I didn't know". I could barely hear her voice, it felt like she had a lump in her throat.

All I did was nod and watch as she turned her back to me and walked out of my door. I was about to make my way to Luke's room, when I found him propped up on the door stop, looking at me with fear.

"Buddy, I said you should only stay with C-3PO" The boy looked down at his feet and sniffed.

"But I wanted to look. I wanted to see how your metal arm is. It's pretty cool, by the way! Dad, don't be mad at her. She was nice to me, and she stayed with me the whole time!" He pleaded, he had his small hands holding the hem of my under tunic.

I released a drained sigh and sat close to Luke. "You can't trust everyone, Skywalker. It's a different world out there, we need to watch ourselves".

I didn't want him to trust anyone, I didn't need to see him trust every person who's nice to him. I've been there before, I know what it was like. I lost my girl. I trusted someone and I got stabbed behind my back.

I don't want Luke to be like me. I know who I became after losing Padmé. And I can't trust anyone anymore, either. I have issues trying to trust Obi-Wan again.

And more importantly, I don't want to fall for someone and lose them again. Because at some point, it always happens. 

[zeezelweazel]

something about lottie getting mean towards reader bc reader is giving her the silent treatment after a big fight, and lottie feels like being mean is the only way to get her attention. and they end up having angsty sex ? 🤭🤭🤭

Lottie Matthews| Fool me once, fool me twice|

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MEAN LOTTIE OMG

I love reading angsty sex but I've never written it before so I hope it's good. Also sorry this took quite some time

I kinda don't like how this turned out

TW: mild degradation, mentions of cheating, fingering (both receiving), afab female reader

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The girls knew that having so many couples within the friend group ment that when a fight between them inevitably happens chaos endures. It happens with Shauna and Jackie all the time. Tai and Van too, sometimes. But it was never you and Lottie. You were the sweet couple known for communication and being honest and open with eachother.

But not this time. She was hiding something from you. It was obvious, with the way she seemed to be so set on stopping you from opening the second drawer on her bedside table. You weren't snooping around, obviously not. She told you to find her old necklace and in her words ' it's somewhere in my bedside table '.

She appeared out of thin air when you went to open the second drawer and immediately closed it shut. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"You can't open that drawer."

You were confused. Lottie never got defensive or possessive over anything. Plus you two don't have any secrets... Right?

"Why?"

The conversation escalated into a fight as both of you started yelling. The fight ended with you leaving Lottie's house and slamming the door.

The next few days were more than awkward. You were set on ignoring Lottie even if Van told you time and time again that it was probably nothing. What if she was hiding some other girl's fucking underwear in there?

Lottie decided to give you some space. But after a week you were still avoiding her, not even sparing her a glance much less speak to her.

She was getting frustrated. It was unfair how you expected her to let you in in every aspect of her life. She was acting like a child she knew that much, but she couldn't just sit by and watch you slowly detach yourself from her.

It was probably not the best way to get your attention but it was the only way Lottie could think of. So she started being mean to you. Saying out of pocket things when you were doing absolutely nothing. She had something bitchy to say every time you saw her.

It was getting on your nerves.

The glass spilled during a scrimmage. You hadn't played so well on your last game so you wanted to train as hard as you could. If only Lottie would just shut up. She has a comment for every little mistake that you made. After you missed an easy pass and she straight up laughed at you, you just stormed off the pitch practically running to the locker room.

"Lottie what the fuck?! I don't care if you two broke up or whatever but we're a team. Go and make this right. You won't cone back on this pitch unless Y/N is with you."

Jackie has had enough of your shit. Someone has to get you two to short it out. Lottie grumbled and started jogging towards the locker room.

You had tears of anger in your eyes as you threw your stuff in your bag. You are so done with Lottie fucking Matthews. Next time you see ger in front of you, you swear you'll slap her.

"Hey."

You sharply turned around to meet her eyes. Lottie was awkwardly staring at you, like a child who was forced to apologize by their mom. You scoffed and continued packing your things.

"Oh so now you stop ignoring me."

Lottie was thinking of what to say until she noticed you walking towards the door. She quickly stepped in front of you, her much taller frame completely blocking the door. You look up at her hoping that your glare would be enough to discourage her and make her step away from the exit. Of course Lottie being the stubborn bitch that she is, she didn't budge an inch.

You push her against the wall, your hands tightly fisting the collar of her shirt. Your bodies are pressed together and you swear you can feel her heart beating wildly against your breasts.

You haven't touched her in weeks. Spoken to her in weeks. And yet here you are. Faces only inches away, hands itching to touch and grope, eyes locked together intensely.

It happens faster than a lighting bolt hitting the earth but the scorching heat it leaves behind is all the same. Your lips are crashing together, hot and wet and angry and your hands are returning to familiar territory, on the sides of her neck and her biceps and then they slip under her shirt.

Neither of you pull back, the stupidity of the situation clear to the both of you, instead your panting breaths mix together and fog your brains even more. The hazy atmosphere turns toxic when Lottie takes the liberty of pushing her hands under your bra to find pebbled nipples.

You hiss and gasp under her hands. She still makes you shiver with every touch. You almost melt into her arms but then you remember. How she was being a bitch to you for no reason, how she got under your skin on purpose.

You don't waste any time. Your hand shoves it's way down her shorts and find her wet and desperate. She throws her head back and you almost wince when it loudly bangs against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You missed her. You missed her whines and her breathless pleas and how she clenches around your finger every time you stroke her clit. You missed how she strokes your breast while her hand caresses your inner thigh. How she enters with two fingers because she already knows how wet you are.

Your hands are hurried and your breaths are mingled with eachother. You're both still half dressed and you look at Lottie and you know she's close and you are too. You reach your peak together and your thigs are shaking and Lottie's legs give out and suddenly you're both panting on the floor.

After the lust frenzy dies out you realise that you've just had sex with your girlfriend who's been relentlessly mean to you for the past few days. You glare at her and she awkwardly stares at the ground.

"You have a ton shit to explain Matthews. But first I need a very long apology."

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#369

“Hey boy.  Come here.  I know I told you to stop following me around.  I didn’t mean it.  Shh shh.  No, stay here.  Nobody is nearby, so we can talk… for now.  Sorry I got nervous back there.  I usually don’t mess around when my wife was twenty or thirty feet away.  But damn, you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cock while I was pissing at the urinal.  It’s been a long time, and I couldn’t resist getting a fag on my dick.  And damn you did a good job.  You know, I’m just going to say this.  I want more….

“You live around here?...  That close?  So, you probably walked here?  Can’t say I blame ya with this parking nightmare.  You live alone?... Good.

“Hold on.  I need to text my wife…

“OK.  Look.  It’s been years since I used a fag.  And a decade or two since I really used a fag and used them hard core.  Lubbock doesn’t have much of a gay scene.  Finding a fag wanting to throat me, that just doesn’t happen anymore ever since I stopped going to Mackenzie Park a few years ago.  I went for a blowjob, and walked in on a cop arresting a fag for cruising.  Haven’t gone back since. 

“Wait a minute, didn’t you used to go to the park?...  You were one of my favorites….  Oh you remember?  Wait a minute… Wait a minute… Is that why you were following me around the flea market?...  Oh that’s too much.  I remember I used to skull fuck you, and you begged for more….  I forgot just how wild you queers can be. 

“Back when I was in the Corps—oh man—whenever I had leave, I would drive up from San Diego to Los Angeles.  I would go to this sex club in my service uniform.  The fags there would see me and throw themselves at my feet.  I learned early on that you fags are into some twisted shit.  I really got into just how depraved how fags would get just to serve a Marine in uniform.

“How about you?  You into twisted shit?...  I know you like to get skull fucked, but I’m talking about sweat and piss and spit.  Discipline and worship.  Shit like that. 

“Good.  Good.  When you were on your knees in the toilet begging to drink ‘Daddy’s load,’ I could tell it was natural role for you, just as it was easy for me to slip into that alpha supremacy role. 

“…Good news.  My wife text me back.  She’s going to be shopping for a few more hours.  I told her that I’ll be back to pick her up when she’s done.  So let’s go back to your place.  Get in. 

“You will direct me where to go….  What’s your name, son?...  Lachlan.  Nice name.  I like ‘Faggot.’  That sounds better.  I’m ‘Sir’ to you.  No, keep calling me ‘Daddy.’  I like that….  Which way?

“Slide over here next to me.  Snuggle up next to your dad.  Oh man.  You naturally fit there, son.  Go ahead, let your hand run where it wants to.  You’ll see what grade-A 100% Texas masculine beef feels like.

“Son, which house is yours?...  Uh, I kinda like ‘Son’ over ‘Faggot’ for your name. 

“Ok.  When we go in, you are to strip naked for me.  You understand that son?  Do you have any whisky?  Good.  Pour me a double over ice.  Lead the way.

“…Nice place.  Good thing you live alone?...  You should be stripping….  And my whisky?...  I’ll be here getting my Corona Gorda cigar going….

“…Mmmm.  Fuck.  Set the glass down there….  Before you get down on your hands and knees, let me see your naked body.  Turn around.  Mmmmm, nice ass.  I’m looking forward to cunting it in a bit.  Since I shot a load in your belly already at the Flea Market, my second load will take some time.  I can go for hours.

“But first, this bull daddy is going to enjoy a cigar and whisky.  And you can begin your worship of me.  Lick them boots.

“Fuck yeah.  Let me tell you how to lick a man’s boot.  Your tongue needs to travel over every square inch.  At no time should your tongue detach from my boot for more than a second.  I should also feel tongue pressure pretty much all the time.  When you lick the sole, look up at me.  Nothing gets me boned up like seeing a faggot connect with this superior while doing something so submissive.

“Fuck, I miss this.  Before moving back to Texas, I used to own this faggot from Irvine that I met at that sex club.  He was on the way home from work.  I would walk through his front door.  He would have a cigar and ice-cold Scotch waiting for me.  He would be on all fours waiting.  I would kick back and kick him and fuck him and use him.  When I moved back to Lubbock, I tried to get him to move out here to be my fag on the side.

“Move to the other boot.

“You interested in that?  You want to be my fag?  You know what?  You are a faggot through and through.  Let me say that again.  You want to be my son, Son?

“Good.  I may be 55, but I have the sex drive of a 15-year-old.  Expect to be used two or three times a week.  Who am I kidding, at least for the near future, I will be over here every day to drain my balls. 

“You do realize that you are submitting to my control and ownership.  No more other men for you, at least not unless I order you to.  Now, I’m not going to give up other fags for you, not that I have many faggots to pick from. 

“You also need to understand, I ain’t leaving my wife.  Not now.  Not ever.  It would be very wise for you to never to mention her.

“Do you have sex furniture of any type?  Sling, fuck bench, rimseat?  No.  What about restraints, dildoes, and so on?  No.  What kind of faggot are you?

“Ha!  Just teasing you there.  Next week I need to go to Dallas for an overnight.  You will come with me and be my bitch for the trip.  We need to buy some toys.  A fuck bench, a rimseat—you do eat ass right?

“You better.  Your tongue is going to be very intimate with my shithole.  That is the only thing that goes into my hole.  Don’t you ever try anything else.

“We’ll also get some restraints, gags, and so on.  Whips and…  You ever been beaten?  No?  Well good.  I finally get something to break you in.  You’ll be living under Daddy’s belt and whip.  I broke in the fag back in Irvine.  He loved it. 

“I need to get my whips out of storage, if I still even have it.  I’m going to do one hell of a number to your ass.

“…Did you just say ‘Thank you Sir’?

“Help me take these boots off….  Pants too….  I want a relaxing blowjob.

“…Ahhh that’s better.  Get up here, son, and give your daddy a kiss….  Not a peck like that.  Here…  That’s how you kiss, with lots of tongue.  Taste the cigar?  That’s how a real man from Texas tastes.

“Give me some head.  I was going to belt and fuck your ass, but I think I’m going to just chill here….  Your mouth feels real good.  Keep sucking until I tell you to stop.  If I should fall asleep, keep sucking.  If I have to piss, I won’t warn you, just drink it.

“Son, I’m glad you stalked me earlier.  This is going to be good.  I know it is.”

[isleofdarkness]

Rise of Red Doll Review

Putting this under a cut because it's going to be long.

So, I got the Rise of Red singing Red doll NiB (new in box) off of eBay.

First off, the box was impossible. Getting her out was mostly easy, but there were these little plastic things keeping her head in the plastic backing for her head (hard to explain without showing but I didn't think to film the unboxing.) I needed to have my brother get his pocket knife to get her out of the box. Yes, I will acknowledge that Monster High and Ever After High dolls had these same plastic tidbits in the backs of their heads, but they only had two plastic tidbits while Red had three, and there usually wasn't a piece of moulded plastic covering the back half of their heads. She also did not come with a hairbrush, which is kind of irritating, but I guess that's what Barbie does so I'll allow it.

Now for the doll herself

Her hair is super long. It's long enough to reach the tops of her thighs. It's also crimped kind of like D2 Uma's hair was. She has these weird painted-on edges.

Her face looks like Kylie but not like Kylie, if that makes sense. Like they took Kylie as Red and edited her until she was slightly uncanny valley

Her clothes are a mere one layer, which is kind of to be expected for Descendants dolls. I got the doll with her original punk outfit and am sad to report that it does not have her crest, likely due to the velcro on the back of her jacket.

All of the designs of her jacket are printed on rather than layers, which is also to be expected.

Her shirt is just a bit too short for her high-waisted pants. You can see in the pictures that the holes of her speaker and visible between the hemline of her shirt and the waistline of her pants.

She has a belt with a black heart buckle, but the buckle is also not her crest.

She has chunky bright red platforms that do kind of have her crest if you lift up the leg of her pants to look, but it's a poor excuse for her crest, being solid red, having the lightning strike in the wrong position, and being very hard to see.

Now, for the doll as a doll

Number one, I scared myself shitless as I was trying to pull off her inconvinient jacket and accidentally pressed the button on her chest, causing her to sing quite loudly. And then I noticed something quite infuriating;

See that? yes, there are two tiny plastic tabs keeping her shirt attached to her pants. So I had to go get the scissors.

Her arms and legs are one-jointed, meaning her has moving hip joints and moving shoulder joints, everything else is fixed. Meaning she is going to struggle to do her epic jumps. A tragedy

The battery can be accessed through a small compartment in her inner left thigh using a small phillip's head screwdriver.

Overall, her design feels very Barbie-esque, which I guess I expected from Mattel.

But, here's my final test of quality

Do other doll clothes fit Red? For this, I used a G1 Mal, Dracubecca wearing Ghoulia's clothes, Legacy Day Briar Beauty, some random Barbie clothes, and Namaari. I was originally going to do more but I got so sick of getting jumpscared by the music that I decided to forgo that idea. Maybe I'll test her against G3 Twyla, Porter Geiss, and generic Cassandra another day.

Test one, Ghoulia's dress (plus a Ghouls Rule Frankie boot)

Results; Fail. Did not close down the back, was honestly a nightmare to put on due to Red's non-detachable hands

Test two; Briar Beauty's Legacy Day Dress

Results; Fail. Didn't velcro down the back and also jumpscared myself again trying. Didn't bother with the shoes since MH and EAH shoes are the exact same

Test three; Namaari

Reults; Partial success. Namaari's clothes were a bit baggy but fit. Her boots, due to Namaari having flat feet and Red having those doll high heel feet, did not fit

Bonus picture of Namaari wearing Red's clothes

Test four; random Barbie clothes (Fashionista line, I believe she was from the first Fashionista series and petite)

Results; Success, though I'm not sure if yellow is her colour. Thoughts?

Test five; G1 Mal

Results; Partial success. Clothes did not fit at all but the boots did fit

Conclusions

Objectively, this doll's quality would be a step down from the G1 Descendants doll quality if not for the dragon Mal I have downstairs, which also has arms in fixed positions. I also do not like how loud her music is. My parents are napping downstairs and I had to hide Red under my pillow every time she went off, because I was genuinely afraid she would wake them. That's how loud she is. Also, I'm skeptical about this doll being thirty dollars retail. EAH dolls were only twenty and far higher quality

If you want clothes for Red, I think petite Fashionista Barbie clothes might be a good bet.

I wish she had a hairbrush

She is not allowed to join my other dolls until that battery is removed

I am happy to have her, don't get me wrong, the multiple jumpscared just put me in a bad mood

[storm-priestess]

⋆ ⋆⃟⊱✪⃝⊰⋆⃟⋆⋆ THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE ⋆⋆⃟⊱✪⃝⊰⋆⃟⋆ ⋆

just some random short messages -

(all images are taken from weheartit)

♤ Pile 1 ♤

they crave a genuine connection, full of support and love, but they've been robbed of that thus far--starting with their family

they've been the victim of manipulation and abuse in their past, and have learned to fend for themselves

as such, try not to be too put off if they seem a bit detached upon first meeting. don't be afraid to tell them what you want and need from this relationship later on (as they may try and just bypass all the deep work they need to do to be in a healthy relationship), but be aware that this is hard for them. be honest and clear, especially when expressing affection

bc of their wounds, they may be afraid of commitment; part of them won't believe that this could be real, and they may run away from their feelings at times to avoid what they believe to be another heartbreak

words of affirmation would go a long way with this person, but they will be dubious and a bit uncomfortable for a bit while they adjust to this new version of love

♤ Pile 2 ♤

wild at heart, may have some commitment issues but appears to be working on them. you may have to give them a nudge

very into their work, could have a creative profession or something that involves travel

leo, aries and sag are shown here

with a water moon or venus

they have such a light about them, they glow when they're doing what they love

this may cause some jealousy on your end bc they put so much time into their work, but for this relationship to thrive you're going to need to let them keep their freedom and passion for their work/hobbies

they do like alone time… maybe they've dealt with clingy partners in the past? there's a soreness and sensitivity regarding that. they hate control

they definitely have a soft spot for you… allow them their freedom and they will come running back to you every time. you need to be secure for this relationship to work

they worry that you won't be down with this; past partners have probably broken up with them over their dedication to things outside the relationship

I was debating adding this, but it could also be something regarding their personal preferences? for example, they may be asexual, and worry that you wouldn't be down with that? or bisexual, pansexual, etc

there is something (safe!!!) about them that sometimes turns people away, and they're a bit insecure about it but ultimately know that they're not willing to compromise and this is what's best for them (good for them!!!)

♤ Pile 3 ♤

um, total badass???

they seem like the full package

they may appear to have everything–a good job, funny, people begging for their attention… but they're a bit sensitive, tbh

they have a tendency to hide behind a facade, people pleasing and cracking jokes and being the one people look to for a good time

but they feel like they have a hard time expressing themselves, and as a result find difficulty in relationships

they attract people who like their persona more so than their actual selves

very intuitive and can sniff out attention-seekers or gold diggers from a mile away

very intelligent, tho may not appear that way. they tend to smile a lot, so people may think that they're more easy-going than they actually are, and that those who approach them can get away with a lot more than they actually can

very conservative with their energy; life of the party but only have a few CLOSE friends that they tell their real feelings too

they seem to have taken a break from the serious dating scene for the time being, instead focusing on other things bc they're sick of the relationships they find themselves in

they're just not the right people for them, or not looking for the same things out of the relationship

a bit of a dark past, but that's pretty vague

good relationship with their family and a total softie at heart

it's giving very rom com vibes where the (suspected) playboy brings the love interest home and she sees the caring way he treats his family and discovers the side of him he's always been hiding

if there's anything bad about them, it's that they have a tendency to push others away before really knowing them, bc they anticipate the worst occasionally

[youremyheaven]

I feel like I literally feel high when I'm with a Nodal and they're kind of like that too. Time passes by so quick and the most random stuff feels funny. //

100%!!!!!!! this has been put exactly the way it feels. im the anon that shares placements with your mother (im always here tbh you might be replying to asks like theyre work emails but im the one reading them like theyre assignment descriptors 😊😊) and almost all my friends have rahuvian placements, one of which was my ex best friend and i always had so so much fun talking to her and we always clicked so so much??? anything and everything was a conversation topic and we would laugh for ages and i thought we were gonna be that close forever AND that id never be as close to a friend as i was to her (but she also had a streak of sexualising me a lot so…)

i have one ketu placement to balance me out and its my dk (which is also in the 7th…) so i am a little more detached from wanting to actually actually date but i PRAYYYYY that youre right abt nodal relationships being good because if not… i have so much fun with other rahuvian people i cant have someone who’s so detached and lethargic all the time 😭😭

(im always here tbh you might be replying to asks like theyre work emails but im the one reading them like theyre assignment descriptors 😊😊) OMG HEHE HIII GIRLIEEE🥺😂🥰happy to have u here

Nodals attract each other and belong together bestie <3😌 I think its such a playful and cute bond

Ranveer Singh is either Ardra/Punarvasu Sun with Shatabhisha Moon and Deepika Padukone is Swati Moon

John Legend is Mula Sun and Chrissy Teigen is Ardra Moon

both these couples have a very playful, flirty, fun, sexy bond and i feel like these are the vibes i associate with Nodal couples; lots of teasing, lots of banter, a similar wacky sense of humour and they're super in love and kind of show off their partners???

with Nodal besties,, the chemistry is still electric and easy and natural and i hope you'll make more Rahuvian friends in the future who are good to you and stick by you!!

i hope i make more Rahuvian friends too, i miss that kind of energy in my life ngl 😔

[shiroganeryo]

So… I made another lovechild, this time for Chuuaki 💦 The ideas kept coming, and I really liked what I came up with for his ability, so I decided to go ahead with it.

Since I wasn't able to find information on any of Yosano-sensei's children (all 13! of them!), my go-to source of inspiration was Nakahara-sensei's first child, Fumiya Nakahara. His ability is called Singing Cicadas.

Please check under the "Read More" if you're interested in knowing more about the hcs and literary insp I put into this OC, but please be warned that there will be ⚠️ spoilers for the Stormbringer novel at some point & some knowledge about SB is also required to understand what I wrote!

Breaking the news Given they're from rival organizations, Chuuya and Yosano had a somewhat "detached" romantic relationship going on - loyal (and undeniably in love despite trying to shrug it off), but not officially tied to each other. They stayed this way for some years, in this state of "lovers but not really". Both were careful regarding contraceptive methods but it seems Lady Fate had other plans and decided disregard that and land them a lucky roll. Being a doctor, Yosano was quick to catch on to the symptoms but didn't tell Chuuya until she was able to wrap her head around the situation they had just gotten themselves into.

Naturally, Chuuya was surprised, if not a little shocked, to hear the news; he then asked her what she wanted to do, and when Yosano told him she planned to carry the pregnancy to term, he couldn't help but happily sweep her away her feet.

Neither had ever planned to, nor had thought about becoming parents, but it didn't sound so bad… And if it's them, they were sure they could make it work.

Yosano hadn't expected anything but support from Chuuya, but seeing such a positive reaction brought her much relief; she then went on to remark that it was too early to even feel anything, and Chuuya, with both hands on her lower stomach, simply said that 'doesn't matter, it's already in there, right?'

How that affected their relationship There weren't any changes in how they acted toward each other as lovers, but the emotional distance between them grew shorter. In a way, the news strenghtened their already stable bond and the two started seeing each other more often, sometimes calling whenever meeting wasn't possible, albeit always keeping professional and personal matters from mixing up.

On their days off, you could either find them relaxing by spending some quiet time together at Chuuya's apartment, or outside, either doing shopping or on a fun date. They would also attend the antenatal classes together whenever possible.

Chuuya had some concerns regarding his identity as Arahabaki, unsure if that could somehow affect their child and, consequently, Yosano. Thankfully, her pregnancy was not only healthy but also well assisted by a doctor competent in the area of ability-related studies.

Yosano gave birth to a boy in late October, during the Autumn.

Personality Fumiya was a surprisingly calm and easy-to-soothe baby. In contrast to his parents' confident and assertive personalities, he's always been on the quieter, more shy end. Loved being held, as that made him feel safer, and would fall asleep pretty quickly if pressed against either Yosano's or Chuuya's chest, lulled by the sound of heartbeats.

Fumiya is a little spoiled due to overprotection but, as first-time parents, Yosano and Chuuya are both doing their best to raise him in a loving and proper environment. When it comes to looking after their son, their routine also works in their favor, since the Agency is open during the day and the Mafia's busiest hours are during nighttime.

Despite everything, Yosano hasn't (yet?) permanently moved in with Chuuya so there are times she and Fumiya stay at her place instead, whenever he's absent due to being busy with work. They're not your usual traditional family but they're happy and closely knit, and Fumiya cherishes both his parents very much.

As a child, he's started coming out of his shell little by little, encouraged by his parents as well as thanks to the few friends he made at school.

Ability Initially suspected not to even have an ability, it revealed itself when Fumiya was 7 years old.

One day, a bird that had fallen from its nest caught the boy's attention, causing him to call out to his parents for advice on what to do. The two adults shared a hesitant glance, having quickly realized the fall had killed the young, now unresponsive bird.

Before they could even do anything, a nearby cicada cry was heard, having more and more join in as if a chorus. The illusion of several iridescent cicadas rose in front of their eyes, taking flight and fluttering about around their source - Fumiya - before dissipating into thin air. The next thing they knew, there was a chirping bird nested in their son's hands.

Completely clueless that he had just brought back to life a formerly dead being, Fumiya seemed happy to see the bird become responsive again; he then passed out right afterwards, giving his parents the fright of their lives.

"Nothing Will Happen When Spring Comes" Fumiya's ability was dubbed Singing Cicadas (鳴いてゐる蝉, Naite iru Semi), discovered to be an extremely rare revival ability - the remains of Chuuya's original, unnamed enhancing ability (before merging with Arahabaki to create For The Tainted Sorrow) had fused with Thou Shalt Not Die, thus enhancing its healing capabilities to a higher level; Fumiya is able to bring back the dead, but in exchange of some of his own life force.

Such conditions sparked a discussion between the couple regarding what they should do to next; that was a burden too great for such a young child to carry, and as his parents, they were obviously worried about his wellbeing.

Chuuya's intuition was pointing him to the key that could settle the matter, however; if the genetic data Fumiya had inherited from him had played a major role in the origin of his ability, it was also highly probable that there were strings of code present inside of Fumiya as well.

Much to his dismay, that's where they would require Dazai's assistance. Regardless if that theory held up or not, he was the best person (as much Chuuya wouldn't admit it) to come up with something based on that possibility alone.

Be it out of respect for Yosano as his senior or if because he simply felt sympathy towards them because he's also a father, Dazai listened closely. He agreed that the odds were high even if uncertain, and if proven true, the presence of code strings meant that Singing Cicadas was able to be contained within a seal that kept it dormant until its willing activation, just like Corruption was.

He then made a suggestion: have the boy join the Agency. He mentioned it was just a wild guess of his, but with the knowledge he had on Chuuya's ability and former Project Arahabaki, putting Fumiya's ability under the effect of the President's was worth a try.

Chuuya sighed, gaze fixating on Yosano's; he had never gotten into too much detail about his past with her, but he knew from the way she looked at him that it did not bother her - their son was the priority, and that was the only thing mattered to both of them in that moment.

Fumiya was then subjected to a test and passed, turning him into an honorary Agency member.

Literary Background Abusing such a taxing ability could result in Fumiya's precocious death, which is a nod to Nakahara-sensei's son having died very young. The name "Singing Cicadas" is a reference to the poem "Cicadas", a poem he wrote after the passing of his brother and that mentions the Nakahara family's gravesite.

蝉が鳴いてゐる、蝉が鳴いてゐる The cicadas are singing, the cicadas are singing

In the story, the ability was named taking into account the report given by Chuuya and Yosano after witnessing its first activation; a reference to the second line of the poem:

蝉が鳴いてゐるほかになんにもない！ Other than cicadas singing, there’s nothing else!

Fumiya does have strings of code inside of him that he inherited from Chuuya so, at a later time, it was observed that Singing Cicadas had indeed been "sealed", and there were alterations present in said code strings. Reverse-deciphering these revealed the incantation necessary to release the ability, which they kept a secret until Fumiya was old enough.

The incantation itself is a line from Nakahara-sensei's poem "Spring Will Come Again", which he wrote after the death of his first son, Fumiya:

春が来たって何になろ　あの子が返って来るじゃない Nothing will happen when spring comes That child will not come back

Cicadas are often associated with being a symbol of resurrection, and I thought such imagery would be a perfect paralell to the imagery Yosano's butterflies have as well as the two of them having healing abilities.

Trivia

He takes after Chuuya a lot, so he naturally also inherited his father's tiny person genes. Fumiya won't grow past 163cm tall even after puberty hits.

Fumiya has met Adam Frankenstein when he was 4 years old, when his father and the detective stumbled upon each other by chance during one of the latter's work-related trips to Japan. Running a facial structure analysis scan, Adam amusedly took note of the way the boy's eyes were shaped just like Chuuya's, but the nose and chin resembled his mother's more. "The mix and match characteristics of human offspring are certainly intriguing."

Fumiya did laugh at Adam's signature joke "Look, I'm a pigeon", much to Chuuya's surprise.

Usually calm and gentle, but if provoked, his surprisingly sharp tongue reminds everyone whose son he is. Notoriously hard-working in anything he does. His favorite saying is "my parents didn't raise a quitter".

He's very close to Osamu Dazai's daughter, Yūko, and while Yosano finds it amusing, Chuuya laments how often this requires him to be in Dazai's vicinity.

He has always admired Yosano's kindness and strength as a doctor very much. Her being someone who helps others inspired him and would ultimately lead him to pursue a medical career in the future, as a veterinarian.

Just like Verlaine was able to peer inside Chuuya to fumble with his code strings, Chuuya did the same practice on Fumiya to figure out the release incantation for his ability, albeit in a much gentler way; Fumiya described the sensation as "the warm feeling of holding hands".

Despite being so shy, he has wondrous acting skills and is part of the drama club in school during his junior years.

Has an unexplainable distaste for Japanese Folk Music (it dampens his mood).

As a teenager, he has braces to fix large front teeth.

One of his favorite activities when young was making paper crafts such as origami and collages together with Yosano; Chuuya was invited to join them once and produced a pair of disgruntled papercraft birds. He then stubbornly practiced as he read a How To book until he could master at least 15 different papercraft shapes.

…Yosano and Fumiya put the disgruntled birds Chuuya made on display in the kitchen instead of the newer, perfect ones regardless.

In case you read until here, thank you so much! I wish you a wonderful day, please know that I love you and am sending good things & vibes your way 🫶

[mari-lair]

Aoi knew she would die in chapter 70.

Despite everything that happened, Aoi was mostly silent on her adventures with Akane and Teru through the boundary, she only started talking when they went into the tunnel.

More specifically, after Akane mentioned a light at the end of the tunnel.

Aoi is a smart girl, and No.6 had told her she was kidnapped to die from the start, so the lack of light at the end of her tunnel was enough to connect the dots of her fate.

She doesn’t panic in the face of death, but she does understand they’ll be separated soon, so she starts talking. Aoi has few words per speech bubble and many "..." so it feels like this isn’t easy for her, that the words still come off as quiet and reserved: She has basically no experience voicing her emotions.

The only times she opens up and shares her genuine thoughts, is when she is certain it will be the last chance she gets before disappearing from everyone’s lives.

She is cold and confident when she vents to Akane and expresses her frustrations, but she is quiet about herself in the tunnel, and that tells a lot about her character.

Aoi was certain no one cared about her true self when she was venting, just her cute popular girl persona, and it hurts, so she wanted to hurt others too, to feel like the one in control, and convince herself that running away, taking the solution that doesn’t involve facing her fears, isn’t a mistake, her mistake was letting people get close to her.

She is angry with herself too, because she cares about the genuine and honest people that spend years with her, and yet, she was never genuine with them. She hates her true self so she feels like they’ll hate her too if she let them see behind the mask: She wants to run away before they leave her, but she never had the 'courage' to abandon them. She is ‘stuck’ in the living world, hating herself for all her flaws and yet craving love: a love she gets so easily that she feels like she doesn’t deserve it, so it becomes fake in her eyes.

This eternal conflict can really drag a person down, so when No.6 offered her a way to be more detached she accepted without a fight: The potion she was given seems to lower her empathy, instead of fully brainwashing her, is the push she needed to discard the people that tied her to the living world and fulfill her longing to disappear.

No matter how real her wish, and her pain, so are her actions, and when her plan to 'throw Akane in the trash with Nene' fails, and her plan to make him stop loving her also failed, she gets held back again: She put her plan to disappear on hold.

She couldn’t leave after seeing Akane bleeding out from her own hands and still clinging to her. She looks so sad. No matter how much she tries to detach herself, she cares too much.

She even rip her skirt to bandages his wounds.

Cause she never truly hated him, the one she wanted to throw away from the start was herself: She is jealous of him and yet she deeply loves him, she only lingered in the living world long after she grew tired of herself because she loves a lot.

Aoi is sure she is right about them abandoning her once they see her real self. She know she is smart and she realized her fears that they were hiding something from her turned out to be right, so she cut them out of their lives before she was proven ‘right’ again and they cut her out of theirs.

She had to be cold with Akane, sink deeper into the idea she is cruel and unlovable and people will only ever lie to her, so that it would be easier to fulfill her wish.

Talking about her problems was never a goal of her vent, she is convinced she is unlovable with such fervor that there is nothing to discuss. It's why she tries to run away the second she finished reafirming her conviction living as she have been is pointless, and had to be dragged by force into the conversation.

In contrast, when she reached the tunnel in chapter 70, she is in a pensive state. She was reassured after her confrontation in chapter 69 that Akane love her, flaws and all, but she was still unsure how to feel, in the mentality of someone who has been very very close to just... giving up on living. And while Akane's love does help her feel less like an unlovable mess, it doesn’t heal all her doubts, and she is left with a lot to think.

She is more soft-spoken in the tunnel because she has nothing to prove, she just wants to talk, to express herself. There is no hidden agenda, no end goal, just guilt.

The more she talks with Akane, the less alone she feels, and the more she opens up, slowly getting comfortable, making promise after promise with him: These promises make her look forward to the future, make her have hope, and want to live.

When you keep in mind that Aoi knows that she will die, this scene feels much more tragic.

She never expected any of her plans to come to fruition, but just the idea of playing games and zoo dates made her feel better, made her feel hope, and realize she had nice things.

There are good people in her life, she doesn’t have to live in fear: She is loved, her real hobbies and interest are treasured.

Akane’s declaration burst her bubble of make belief, make it finally hit her that she will die, that she’ll lose it all before she gets experience it.

Akane may still have a future, he sees the light, but he will lose her as soon as they leave this tunnel. Aoi knows her death will destroy him, but she can’t tell him: Just like Teru, she understands that Akane will refuse to abandon her if he learns the truth, and she wants him to live, so she can’t tell him.

She believes this is the last time they’ll ever see each other, and after everything he has done for her, she can’t even tell him that she likes him, which, unlike her death, is something she really wants to tell him, something she can give him right away and that she ‘should’ since she won’t get another chance.

But she doesn’t, because she is a coward.

So she was left alone in the dark with her regrets, carrying this wish to live, to stay by her friends side, to confess to Akane, and believing she had lost it all.

She no longer wants to die. She has hope and a longing for life, so she follows Hanako to the train instead of dissapearing into the void.

I am glad her rescue was successful, and she was able to get back to her loved ones

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 35: Turn the Lights Off

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Summary of chapter: Why do we take comfort in what scares us? Why do we like our skin to crawl, blood to boil, viscera to spill? Maybe it's because it helps us look inside ourselves just a little bit better.

A woman that loves the Akatsuki was, of course, already predisposed to adoring that which makes others afraid.

Author's Note: This is an idea I only just came up with, writing late fall, but also I've wanted to use this song for forever. Hope you enjoy. The song is Turn the Lights Off by Tally Hall.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Don’t go in there, you’ll become one

Freaky creatures, monster party

Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers

Tails and tethers

Turn the lights off

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Itachi’s crow is in the window’s sill, a draft of cool air combing its wings before reaching inside to chill the two men it stands to guard this dreary night. The Uchiha has his eyes closed, back to the wall as he sits on the floor. Kisame he rolls over on the mat, aware that his friend will catch the feeling of his gaze even if he does not see it. The leaf's most infamous is such a good liar that even his hair is down, drifting in the breeze so that strands of coal brush against his nose. It bothers Kisame.

Resistant, there is silence. Only the two of them and the crow would have any idea a conversation was happening at all, if anyone else were to spy in, as it merely looks like one man staring at another who so peacefully sleeps. But Kisame knows better. Eventually, he swallows back his usual compliance to Itachi, anxious hand fumbling the pillow underneath his head. “...You should really try to sleep,” he prods, continuing before having the opportunity to be retorted, “For real. I can tell, you know.”

…

“You don’t look like that when you’re really asleep.”

…

Caught red handed, the man who sometimes has the same color for his eyes raises their lids. And indeed, just as the shark already knew, he looks exhausted. The knight’s brow curls, delicate with the man as pale as porcelain. “What’s wrong, Itachi-san…?”

A lot of things, really...but he can’t say so. He’s burdened the woman at "home" enough as it is, forcing her to sleep even when it scared her so. How do you admit that? How do you confess you did that, and what’s more the same thing happens to you? Nightmares every time you let sleep in, like a demon in a portal, a monster from under the bed. It’s too shameful, and so he keeps his mouth shut and hopes Kisame, of all people, may understand that some secrets are his own to keep.

And while Kisame does, but that doesn’t mean he is capable of liking it.

A flutter of velvety black wings interrupt the silence, cutting short anything that the drop of water could say to coax the lick of flame.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bend the nightmare, you control it

Artful dodger, easy does it

Shut the closet, get under the covers

Snakes and lovers

Turn the lights off

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You can only tell the morning has come merely because you can begin to see outside. The fog is thick, much thicker than before, and it has sunk closer to the ground. A shadow of wings flickers past the peripheral of the woman’s vision as she takes her turn looking outside, elbows on the open sill and palms carrying either side of her face. With a small startle, she watches the cascading effect of dry, brown maple leaves noisily detach from twigs, little by little making the trees above more bare. Something so simple...it makes the traveler lose her breath. Ohh, how atmospheric…! With a small kick in legs that kneel on a sideways chair, the performer hears the last few footsteps of someone approaching from behind.

"Wow...this fog sure isn't going away, huh?" she tells them, regardless of which ninja it is. "How spooky…!"

Deidara blinks. “What’s that, Takara-chan?” A tilt of his head, glancing through the opening from behind to see what she sees. Nothing particularly special, really...not if you're as well traveled as he is, flown through the clouds so often that there's little difference between them regardless of distance off the ground. “What...thick fog like this freaking you out?" he guesses, sincerely. She still gets antsy every so often, after all, being kidnapped like that and nearly killed. Maybe she's paranoid about what's out there, now that it can't be so easily seen...? "We can close all the windows and head to one of the inner rooms if you’re really that worried about what’s out there, un.”

“Oh?" A break in her concentration and a look over her shoulder, and it becomes clear to the artist that no fear hides in her expression; in fact, if he were to guess...it seemed-- if not distantly-- bright. "Uh. Thank you!" How does she explain this...? "But...well, I wasn’t even thinking about that.” A glance to him so soon taken away, looking back into the melancholy forest ahead. “I guess I’m just...getting a bit nostalgic.”

“Ohh…?” he coos, smirk already growing on his face. He can't pass a line like that up, so clearly wishing invitation to play out. “Nostalgic for what, exactly?”

“Oh, just the holidays coming around," the woman shrugs casually.

An audible ‘huh’ snaps her to a realization, and Deidara will note for later how oh so quickly now she looks back to him; if she was bright before, it's tenfold now with stars glittering in her eyes.

“You...you don’t have Halloween...do you?”

Halloween... Deidara rolls the word in the back of the tongue within his mouth, trying to see if it's familiar. "I don't believe so," he finds, rubbing his chin in contemplation. “Not unless I’ve been living under a rock! Though I guess technically…”

She stares blankly, even as his drawling concludes and there's ample time to figure out the play on words. Oh. Right. Probably went over her head. Let’s get away from the jokes and go back to the matter at hand:

“Well? You can’t just bring it up without saying what it is, darling.”

Oh goodness gracious! She's so excited that she stands up on the chair as if it were a stage. “Where to BEGIN!” she cheers up on a dime, enough so that a questioning grunt comes from around the corner, Kakuzu entering the foyer with his hair down, mask off, and a glass of morning water in his hand. “Okay, okay! It’s SO much fun!" Two hands clap together, as if it's helping her concentrate. "It’s about ghosts and it’s about ghouls and gore and spiders and—”

“You sound insane right now,” Sasori chimes in, unasked for from the coffee table where he and her first made eye contact with his "real" body instead of Hiruko. Deidara gives a dismissive hand-wave, telling him to be quiet and let her continue. Despite a "tsk", he thankfully abides, no matter how tactless and ungraceful she looks.

“Sorry, it’s just!” she stutters not with embarrassment but rambling delight, clearly not sorry at all, “It’s the ONE time of year it’s socially acceptable to be weird and go wild! My uh—” she tones down a bit, eyes pinning to the corner of a floorboard in memory. “My dad didn’t let me celebrate when I lived with him...but…” An injection of liberty and she’s good to go, remembering her past restrictions are nowhere in sight. She is a grown woman with a house, a heart, and her own pack of friends. “...But the few times I got to participate myself...those were the best times of my life.”

Inevitably, the rag doll softens, both he and the currently skin-toned skeleton rounding the corner unaware at the moment how her associations of them with characters are so befitting for the festivities in mind. Hidan raises a brow, pondering his angel’s purpose.

“Religious holiday?” But she wavers her hand with a noncommittal hum.

"Long, long ago. Doesn't really mean that in the popular sense...though the traditional Samhain is quite wonderful, too." Of course, her fellow religion aficionado perks up at this, so she continues, using her hands to talk, too, with spins and waves and points. "So...long ago, people called pagans started the tradition of Samhain, which both celebrates the deceased and marks the turn of seasons, as things get colder and the days aren't as long. Some pagans still celebrate Samhain as intended, but there's a much more popular secular version that's a mishmash of a whole bunch of cultures and rituals, along with paganism."

Kakuzu blinks. "Celebrate the dead, huh...?" She nods, aware of the irony and trying to be warm about it.

"Remember them," the dead dreamer smiles at the zombie, "But also...just kind of fuck around and have fun! Think of it this way: there's no light without darkness. So...in order to know good, you have to know a little bit of evil. So that means there's good in the dark and spooky, too! You let loose, metaphorically engage in the taboo, and appreciate with humor and style everything this life has to offer."

"Ohhh," Deidara coos yet again, leaning in his his hands gripping the back of her chair upon which she stands. There's a similar spark in his electric blue eye as he looks up to her. "Sounds positively fascinating! What do you do to celebrate?" She cocks her head and begins to count with her fingers.

"In the traditional sense...light candles, pray, perform rituals to keep ill will at bay...in the modern sense? Eat candy, dress up, watch scary movies!"

"That sounds FUN!" Tobi butts in from no where, getting nice and close to the lady of festivities. It's thankful Deidara is already on the other side, able to provide balance by pushing the chair back in place, gripping the woman by around the legs as they both shriek in surprise. "You said it's supposed to be NOW?!" the goofball continues without skipping a beat. "We should do it! We should...ah...what did you call it again?"

The performer catches her breath, still recovering from almost being knocked down to the floor and pressing a hand to her racing heart. "Uh...Halloween?"

"Well that's a dumb name!"

And she, in a show of emotion most present are unused to, retorts in offense. "It's short for All Hallow's Eve—!”

"That’s even WORSE!"

A hum and a pout, she folds her arms. "I quite like it, but…” she shrugs passively, exhaling long and hard as she attempts to let go of the past. “I guess since it's a new world...we can call it whatever we want..." Tobi's solution, as ever, is unbelievable:

"I got it! The Takara Festival!"

And even Sasori and Kakuzu chuckle at that, if only because of how ridiculous the idea is. She's flattered, giggling with a hand to her mouth and feeling her face burn like a candle in a pumpkin. “No!!!”

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Everybody likes to get taken for turns

To see how bright the fire inside of us burns

And everybody wants to get evil tonight

But all good devils masquerade under the light

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A whizzing sound comes from the ceiling, in particular from a very interesting looking spider. Deidara’s style of art is, indeed, something to behold, a couple of round orbs and some paper-thin flat legs glued together, weaving spiderweb with the same clay the creature itself is made of. You can’t help but marvel, really, and so the blonde watches the musician rather smugly in the corner of his eye as she tilts her chin up to watch his sculpture in motion.

"Wow!" she sighs, a big grin plastered on her face. He asks himself yet again if it measures up to how she looked at the butterfly before. "How'd you get it to do that?" Deidara shrugs nonchalantly, though his boosted pride is all too easy to see.

"Once the art is made, the rest is instinct,” he explains. One creature down; what else is there to do to impress the lady…? “So...is there anything besides spiders that are around? Un?"

"Hm..." A snap of the fingers and she looks like she's receiving visions from the triple goddess herself. "Jack-o-lanterns!"

Blink blink. "Oh?" Deidara only briefly attempts to decipher this mentally, without help, with no success. "What are those?"

"Sooo," she trails, tapping a finger to her chin. "You carve spooky, simple faces unto pumpkins and put candles inside! It's so that...when everything is dark, all you see are faces looking back at you. It's really cool! I've even seen some artists go further, making whole scenes out of carvings."

"Wow. Uh." Deidara tries to imagine it, glancing up to the ceiling and watching his arachnid at work. It threads a few more lines together, making a beautiful net so as to replicate age and dust and decay. Perhaps they should have just kept the building as it is, he internally jokes. "That's certainly creative...I'll see what I can do. Anything else?"

"Bats!!!"

Well, that had no hesitance whatsoever; must be iconic for the season. "Bats, got it."

"And vampires and werewolves and—"

And Deidara isn’t sure just yet if this is going to be one of the most fun explanation sessions of his life or the most grating, what kind of smile he's supposed to be wearing as he listens and agrees to her vision of art and spectacle. Only one way to find out.

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Can’t they take it? Should be stronger

Books abandoned, breathe the water

Mind distracted (Bad girls)

Sons and daughters (Good boys)

Out for slaughter (Bad guys)

Turn the lights off

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"This is silly." And he doesn’t mean it in a good way like Kakuzu now does.

"Sasori-senpaiiii,” an orange mask whines, clasping his hands together and lowering himself to plead upwards at the puppet; he looks absolutely pathetic. “Please????"

The named man is unflinching. "No. There's no point to it. Why would I make costumes just for a single day?"

“But—”

“It ridicules my art," the scorpion asserts, firm and poisonous with a narrowing gaze of wood eyes.

Tobi absolutely deflates, sinking his knees onto the attic floor in defeat. "Awww…” and he sighs, just barely under his breath. “…Takara-chan was really looking forward to it..."

And with that, the spiral is allowed to slink down the ladder and out of sight like the tiny worm he is. Not much later, the woman of the hour passes through Sasori's vision, the little hole in his workshop. "You.”

The lady glances side to side, holding a box of books and empty picture frames. “Huh?” It isn't until her head raises to the correct direction that the redhead speaks again:

“Come here, girl."

With the raise of one eyebrow, it’s decided that the scorpion’s tone and expression are, predictably, so hard to read as he looms down at her from his hide in the dark. Who is she but to abide? With a couple of nerves firing in the back of her brain, she sets down the few items she was scouring through (that he had so uncouthly ejected from the attic when he first moved in) and takes the climb up. His stare quickly becomes unnerving, alongside his voice.

What...? Another second or two is all it takes until the woman is suddenly oh so aware she’s not wearing his cape, having taken it off so as not to overheat from the effort of decorating. Just as lips open to apologize...his arms stretch and Sasori draws close.

A line is raised from shoulder to shoulder...and then flipped perpendicular from the top of her collarbone to the base of her torso. Wait...no, it’s unmistakable. He is taking measurements...!

"Tell me...what sort of costume do you intend to wear?" the tailor asks his mannequin of preference; he gifts her his glance up, choosing to take time to look at her if only briefly instead of focus on the work ahead. "If you're going to do this, might as well do it right."

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Sparkles and shines on the water

Seeps through the cumulus brume

Tingles and tears while we’re gazing

Vanishes soon after bedtime for good

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It's just like the day they first arrived, stopping just at the edge of the clearing, peering into the house before getting any closer. There's a shakiness in Kisame's breath, an exhale that fails to be rid of the burden he feels so heavy in his chest. Big, mean thing like him...it's pathetic, really. Long ago the nickname “princess” was on his tongue to ridicule, to belittle, to make it known who is in charge and who is simply pretending to be. Now it's stuck in his head like sap on a tree to the point other shinobi have made fun of him for it. But he couldn't stop, he always has to double down. Not apologize for existing.

He can only hope that she's making her way to that goal too, leading for her example. Has she been okay without him? Is Tobi enough, looking out for her all on his own against other brutes so inconsiderate and unkind...?

"Kisame?" And just like that, Itachi has woken him back up. The named man sighs one last time and nods, firm and as prepared as he'll ever be.

"...Time to get back to it."

Itachi, though himself sad, pondering sleep, death, and what differences they do or do not have…he too accepts it is, indeed, time to return to their domestic bliss and hell. As soon as they shift, a shadow scampers at the bottom of the window just right to the front door.

"Shh!" someone behind the bookshelf says.

"Be quiet!" someone else reminds urgently. "Hide!"

Lights unlit and sun setting outside, Tobi sputters, limbs outstretched and head twisting to search for cover. Suddenly, the door creaaaaaaks open, and the orange mask shakily double takes to look behind him, a whimper in the back of his throat. A massive shadow cascades over him, bright red light of a sinking star whisking past blowing fog that trails inside like wisps of incense.

"A-A-AH!!!"

Tobi falls to the floor at the scary sight, and soon the woman is skittering from behind the corner, kneeling by his side, surprises be damned. "Tobi!" And simultaneously, his head in her lap, the performers look up to two small fish eyes that blink in a combination of absolute confusion and a dawning warmth.

“Ah? Hello, you two. What do we have here…?” Tobi is underneath a...white sheet? Okay then. Takara herself…well, that's another issue entirely. Kisame’s breath hitches once a weary stare takes in the details. “Takara...hime…!”

His observation is blown out of the water before he can say a word more. As Itachi enters the threshold, a blob of white moves in the corner of his vision. With a gasp, ANBU instincts take over.

The explosion is marvelous as Itachi spins in a flash and kicks one of Deidara’s spiders out of the front door, sputtering whiffs of fire until, miraculously, fully into the open field outside of the mansion. In it’s wake, everyone comes out of their hiding places, ghouls and ghosts and monsters alike all sharing the same wide gaze in this foray as Itachi whips his head over his shoulder to look back inside for answers, orange and black smoke so appropriately dyed for tonight's events. Deidara, his precious décor so disrespected— he was WAITING for the right moment, dammit, and that wasn't now— is the first to narrow his eye and speak:

“That was a bit overly dramatic...un.”

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Don’t you like it? (Day’s gone)

I know I do (Night’s on)

How about you? (Day’s gone)

What do we know? (Light’s passed)

Tiny patterns (Day’s gone)

Hypnotizing (Night’s on)

Terrorizing (Light’s gone)

Turn the lights off

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Nighttime. Everyone together, for real this time.

It isn’t quite the sort of Halloween party you see on TV, but it’s pretty close, the woman called Takara thinks. Most of them were willing to do at least a little something whimsical for the occasion, either wearing the attire Sasori whipped together from spare fabrics or letting Deidara paint on their faces. To see them all melt like this…

It’s impressive what an interdimensional siren can do.

Unwitting of his split heart, Zetsu is led into the living room by a lady who smiles back at him, so gleeful and earnest. She says something to him before joining the rest. Everything after that, in the plant’s head, is mute to his own colliding thoughts. He wonders why she didn’t ask him to do anything, like she did of the others, having instead given him a long, long glance up and down before muttering she’ll think on it and not returning to the concept at all.

Perhaps he’s monstrous enough as it is, then.

In the heart of the festivities, there she sits, beautiful red dress with a thin veil over her face. A beetle's bride is what she called herself, something so distinct it must be referential to a story specific to her repertoire, though perhaps merely another excuse to play dress up and pretend she is loved. But no, she knows, she feels...she doesn’t have to pretend. Hidan holds his pendent in the corner and cracks open an eye to give her a smile, silver held up to the open space between two black and white striped lapels. Kakuzu was willing to wear a shirt that represents a third-hand idea of a character he’s never seen, patchwork yellow and blue and dusty red, his face covering pulled down to show the way his stitches move every time he speaks. Kisame warmed up to the idea right quick, finding a bit of both irony and sincerity in making use of his sharp, sharp teeth and telling him he’s meant to be a werewolf…whatever that is, and throwing a fur around his shoulders.

Itachi doesn’t really look that much different, to be quite honest told by the woman he’s a magician— the kind from her world— and given a silky black and red suit and a stuffed toy bunny. It’s held lazily in his arm now much the same way he slings his arm in his usual Akatsuki cloak of the same colors, a hand with a bloody ring idling petting the plush with one finger.

Deidara, in a most predictable fashion, asked to become the most stunning, showstopping, bombastic thing you can be for this "Halloween"...and so here he sits as Takara’s favorite monster of all, carefully-placed unable to detonate bits of clay lengthening his canines to look more like fangs that stick over his bottom lip. The finishing touch is borrowed, the artist wearing a black cape, frilled with a pink-red broach that clasps around the neck. With some admonishment, Sasori allowed it, saying it saved him the work of making something more cheap-looking in such a short period of time. His own eyes glimmer, like the "sleepovers" they've had have a joy increased tenfold now with a full roster of people to talk to through the night.

"Say it!" the woman says, already practically rolling over herself with giggles. "Please? I'll owe you!"

A sky-colored eye ringed in black liner rolls, the vampire getting the distinct idea that this isn't exactly a flattering look on him. But, if she'll owe him...well, that makes it worth it. So he spreads his cape, claws his hands, and sticks all three tongues out; even his hands have fangs, and it's all too perfect. "Bleh!"

And then there’s the doll himself, living up to the title as he watches over the woman nearly ready to explode as she holds in belts of laughter. He should have expected it, really, that he'd be selected to participate as well. The woman sat him down, leaned so close with those fluttery lashes of hers, and pressed little dots of red at the corners of his mouth, twisted his red locks to knot together just a bit more. “Raggedy” is the word she used, an insult in itself, but after a look in the mirror, Sasori’s bitterness subsided. Especially as she came close behind in that view of the glass and looked so perfect within the shared frame.

So here we are now, red, bloody fabric like waves puddling around her as she sits on the floor and tells stories of things both terrible and joyous beyond comprehension. Tobi reaches from under his ghost costume to raise the cloth for a better look, laying on his stomach as she smiles down at him. Soon enough, though, she returns her attention to the small crowd. In lieu of scary movies, she’s gone about describing them instead. It doesn't bother him one bit that she looks away, just so long as she keeps being happy.

“—And then his chest cavity RIPS OPEN just as the guy is about to electrocute him back to life! His hands slam down and the ribs become teeth and chew them OFF!”

A combination of groans and wows and snorts at the grotesque notion. “And you say that they put this into film? Like...it happened in person to record? How?!” Deidara interjects, half sitting, half kneeling from the chair he usually sleeps in most nights.

“Oh, oh!" the performer answers so readily, "There’s a whole department of art called ‘special effects’! Really, any time there’s a horror movie worth its salt, they have the best in town! One of my favorite effects was when—”

Without any shame or hesitance, the dainty little lady describes a rig allegedly made from a cow fetus made to look like a deformed, irradiated human child with no skin to hold in its organs. It’s about here that everyone— if they hadn’t already— realizes she is no ordinary woman. Perhaps she was just the very right— or wrong— thing to fit so flawlessly into this little hell hole of nightmares, gore, and sin that this universe calls...The Akatsuki.

They are a group only someone like her could love, though she thinks it's the other way around.

Her eyelids crack open in the middle of the night. The fog has sunk even lower, beginning to clear out the sky. A crescent moon watches her from above, beaming its cold light and adoration through the bare branches and panes of old glass, dusted some days before just for them to pretend they have cobwebs stuck all over again. She glances around. A snore is in her right ear, a low grunt in her left; Hidan and Kakuzu flanking her on either side as the three of them fell asleep sitting up. She feels a hug around her legs and spiked black hair between them, Tobi once again finding the strangest place to sleep. Across are three people, Deidara with all mouths wide open dangling himself over either arm of upholstered chair. Kisame and Itachi sit side by side, the former holding the latter around by the shoulder.

Tick, tick, tick.

In the corner, back to her, Sasori tinkers with something at a small table meant to place a cup or a lamp, as always unable or unwilling to sleep. Is someone missing, she wonders...? The owl that arrives some of these nights hoots an answer she doesn't understand, and with an evaluation of the room around her, she decides that this is how it should be. How long they've come; part of her feels guilty. Surely it had to have meant something to have suffered so much, and to be distressed either shouldn't have happened at all or shouldn't have been remedied so easily. To her, it doesn't feel as long as it has, to begin to forget the days where she could hardly speak or move. But either way, the days will pass, and so that's all the traveler needs to pick up and move on regardless of what should or should not be. Her lids feel the heft of unfinished sleep, and she realizes how warm she is, protected and touched and swaddled in two or three Akatsuki cloaks. Nightmares did not come tonight, and there is an understanding that somehow, some way, she is guarded against them as she enters dreamland once again.

...

And the feigning Itachi opens his eyes just as hers shut, recognizing the face in the window behind her head. The carnivore smiles, so softly yet so wistfully with yellow eyes that glow in the dark. The crow sputters away from behind a head of green hair. With that, one creature of the night acknowledges the other, Zetsu's grin widening ever so slightly at the Uchiha before the flytrap closes and he sinks down, down, down, into frosted earth.

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Chroma diamonds, twinkle brightly

Dance in darkness, blow the nights off

Sleepy child, spark desire

Walk the fire

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[ah-schwoopsie]

Cinderella's Castle part 4!

Bryce's dress is so pretty! The costume designers and makers did such a fantastic job!! Bless you Rebecca Carr 💕

'You're beaten.'

Crumb lunging at Curt-Guard.

I get that Curt is the fight choreographer but he did such a great job fighting Sir Hop-A-Lot! The big steps into the puppet. Beautiful.

Crumb: Yeah, what's he want?

Jeff's British accent. 'thats a fucking demon!'

Crumb knows all the loopholes. Just to get belly rubs.

The beautiful craftsmanship of these puppets!! When Crumb leaps at Stepmother and she fights him off. Even though Joey has let go, his legs still swing realistically, his ears bob and oh my his tail!! Angela is able to subtly but effectively get her hands under his arm and move it just a little bit. Oh my!! Also the fantastic joy of getting to see Joey step back and look at Bryce with his hands on his face. And him praying whilst Crumb dies. Oh I've missed Starkids puppets! I will forever have Joey's grin as February kisses Bug playing in my head (Starship).

The Prince being a foot guy. Tadius Lord-Give-Me-Strength hand gesture as he goes to ready the wanking couch.

The Narrators 'yeah-nah, nah yeah?' immediately after.

El-lah

We need more of triumphant and ego driven Ella.

Putrice's 'yum, yum!' oh no, where have we heard that before?

Okay as stepmother cuts off Ella's leg. Think back to the opening scene (not the Narrator, the butchers). Stepmother says she'll have to cut off Ella's legs and if the butcher has a bone saw, does he not? Her referring back to the pigs as she cuts off her legs.

Angela's voice during Watch.

Ragweed yeah me too. I also can't wait to see the close up of this scene so I can see the details on Ragweed and Joey's puppeteering of him. His hand work looks so good. So much personality in those hand movements.

Kim's character continuing to rub her burned foot and also hobble out on it. Ah I love it.

Tadius panicking so hard when the shoe fits Putrice. It has dawned on him that he wouldn't actually take one of those Ashmore girls over the Prince.

I do love a good villains reprise of all their songs.

Stepmother and Rancilda on the stairs during the wedding is such a mood. The crowd getting a small fright when Lauren screams and gets up.

They changed so quickly into their puppets!!

The leds behind Putrice and the Prince as she rips off his head go red. Ah the details.

Putrice asking 'are you proud of me now mum?' and stepmothers next word being 'yes!' and Putrice opens her mouth in a smile. Then stepmother continues, meaning either she ignored or didn't listen to Putrice. As Putrice realises this she looks down in defeat or shame. Sooo good. The castle in the corner turns red as Stepmother talks of slaughter. As does the text saying 'The Castle'

As Ella appears on the stairs, bathed in green light, it cuts back to the stage and the same mote of light shown in the plane of the At End of Time, lights up in green also.

Bryce's HAIR!!!

You're beaten!

Once again, Rancilda didn't deserve to die! I get that Ella wouldn't have become Queen if she was alive but still she's good! At least she was able to escape her mother, for a bit, before she died.

Angela's puppetry as stepmother dies! She growls and opens the jaw more to one side and I just yeeesss. I also can't imagine getting up with the puppet on her back is easy.

Get it Tadius. He knew exactly what he was doing when he killed the King.

Ella's being slightly taken aback when Tadius swings his hips in Trappings of Starlight.

Crumb dancing with everyone else on the ground.

Lord Hop-A-Lot deserves it all. Same as Sir Crumb.

Omg James cradling Lord Hop-A-Lot's head as Jon detaches him from his shoes ! I ship Random Towns person with Lord Hop-A-Lot!

It is in character but everyone coming over to Bryce right as the Narrator starts Castle on the Hill (Reprise)! As Bryce takes off the crown Joey puts a hand on her back so kindly and they hug :')

They practically all give some sort of physical 'holy shit you did so good!' to each other. Curt has his hands together and motions at Lauren as she approaches, then turns to do the same to Joey as he reaches out to him. Mariah and Angela hug in the other side of the stage. Before that Kim and Mariah do finger guns at each other as James, Jon and Angela huddle in the back.

Lauren certainly knows exactly when her cue is because she literally just gets there in time. There is no pause between her getting in place and her first move. That's how good she is!!!

Mary Kate Wiles as an understudy! I would've loved to see her in this. So if anyone has any behind the scenes footage of her acting in this please share!!!

I can't tell who that is to the very left when the camera pans over he (?) stays quite close to the curtains. I'm sure he just likely had to go run off to do another cue.

Aaahhh this musical is so good!!!

Thank you Starkid 💕

[lollytea]

Adding to the Neverland idea where she transforms to her human size in his hand, but Hunter's strong and readjusts to still be holding her one handed. What if she appears full sized while she's in a sitting position and and she says "You know you're technically grabbing my butt now, right?" And that flusters Hunter enough to lose focus and drop her, only for her to land right on top of him and he's about to die of embarrassment.

ASGVSJNDK THESE ARE THE SILLY SHENANIGANS IM LOOKING FOR

She got nervous!! And she blurted out the first thought that sprung to mind which happened to be "You're touching my butt yknow"

He yelps, immediately scrabbles to get his hands off her butt, which just makes him let go of her entirely. But Willow, also operating on instinct, squeaks and throws her arms and legs around him before she falls and hurts herself, which results in him losing his balance and they both topple to the floor.

Hunter fucking plummeted to the cold hard floor and it hurt like a motherfucker but he is not thinking about that right now because there is now the weight of an utterly ethereal looking teenage girl pressing down against his chest. Hello?? Excuse me?? This man had never touched a pretty girl in his life. So touching Willow is like a guy who's never swam before getting tossed into the deep end. It is taking every bit of his will not to just. Faint.

Meanwhile Willow is still a little stunned. She's sometimes a bit playfully flirty with him but this is a very different experience. She's never laid on top of a boy's chest before. Especially not this boy. This is the first time she's ever been this close to him while in human form and its a lot. A lot more than she was expecting. There was Something about the difference in size between a human and fairy that created a comfortable detachment in the physical department.

That strange floppy strand of hair was more like a thick rope that she had to take in both her hands to yank on. Now it's so much more manageable, brushing across his forehead and it would be so easy to teasingly twirl it around her forefinger.

That sharply carved face of his, now staining a flowery red, the perfect size to press the palm of her hand against.

Before, if she had ever gotten up in his personal space, disobediently perching on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were too large and too close to appreciate in detail. Like being engulfed in a depthless sheet of rich colour. But now she can see those eyes in the way they're supposed to be seen. Blown wide, glinting in shock and awe, a strikingly burning hue in his irises.

He's prettier like this. Prettier when he's so....holdable....touchable...like he was crafted to be pressed against her chest, squeezed in her arms.

That's when he asks, uncharacateristically meek in tone, "Can you turn back to normal?"

"This is normal," Willow answers. "This is me too."

"Oh," He answers shakily and she wonders why he seems so scared.

Maybe...

"What's wrong, pirate?" She asks, getting a little daring now. She abandons her half-hearted attempt to climb off him and instead melts back against his chest. "Too heavy?"

"No," Some of his bite returns, though his face hasn't stopped flowering. If anything, Spring was in bloom.

"Then what's the problem?" She tries not to think too deeply about just how strong the body she's laying on is. She'll get distracted. "You love to complain about how annoying it is that I'm so small. Makes me hard to catch. Makes me a menace."

The temptation works in her favour in this case, as taking that silly strand of hair between her fingers is exactly what she should do in this situation. It drives him crazy. She can tell from how he wriggles. "Is this not more convenient for you?"

He has made no attempt to push her off. Strange, considering he's so ✨️big and strong.✨️

The pirate finally mutters in an unreadable tone. "No matter what you do, you'll never be convenient, fairy."

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Pt. 29- Hungry Like The Wolf

Summary: Ethan and Johnny converse. More shocking revelations come to light. Elizabeth is cornered as Johnny's dark side arises. Jo and Lee get steamy. Orlando becomes detached and makes plans.

*Warnings* DARK! - language, angst, mentions of murder plots and death, smut, sexual gifs,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan, Johnny, Elizabeth, Orlando

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

6 pm

As Ethan rested on the couch in the high rise of the Metro Court, drinking scotch after scotch to numb his pain, Johnny paced about on the phone trying to do damage control with his mob boss and father, Anthony Zacchara.

"Yes, understood. Look, I can handle Ethan. He's not going to be a problem with things. Yes...yes I know but...ok but...if you would just list...."

Johnny scoffed as his father hung up on him and gave Ethan a not so pleasant look.

"What man? Let me guess. Anthony's pissed."

"Oh he's more than that. Luckily I was able to get you covered on that shipment, but my father is more than concerned about the reason you weren't there."

"Dude, I got my ass kicked if you haven't noticed. I can barely walk let alone handle business at the moment."

"Yeah well, that's exactly it. From what you told me, you got your ass handed to you by your own brother because you handed your other brother's ass to him and it was all over a man you can't have, a man who happens to be dating Jason Morgan's sister, who's ex fiance is a fucking cop. You see, in case you've forgotten what went down with Morgan, this don't look so good for you. You're too close to a potential problem."

"Dude man, Jason's dead. What does he have to do with my personal issues? No one is going to know what happened. Especially that bitch."

"Is that so? Funny you say that because you also have seem to of forgotten that Julian Jerome was found swimming with the fishes after the explosion...and we all know who was responsible for that...Corinthos, a mutual enemy of the Jeromes. Jason has everything to do with it. He was not only Sonny's right hand man but his best friend as well. Sonny found out Jerome was involved and you can bet your ass it's only a matter of time before he will find out we were too. You need to stay away from that girl and anyone she's involved with, most importantly that doctor. I can only defend you so far when it comes to my father...and Sonny."

"Look man, Julian set that bomb off, not you, not me."

"Do you really think that will fucking matter to Sonny?? We organized it! He's out for blood and he's going to take any he can get. And if you hurt that girl, he'll come after you for that too. Cut your losses man before you get us both killed."

"Can't do that man. They're both going to pay for turning my brother against me AND for putting me in fucking jail. There's no way Lee and his barbie doll could ever know I was involved anyways."

"Yeah, well it would seem you brought all that on yourself and you should take it a huge lesson before the reaper comes calling for you. Your brother Luke, I know who he is and what he does. He let your ass off easy. Having him AND Sonny Corinthos on my ass is not my idea of a good time."

A knock sounded upon the door, making them both jump. Ethan then laughed.

"That's what you get for talking about reapers and shit. Calm down, it's only Lizzy. I texted her when you were on the phone."

"You what?? You brought Lee's ex here after what I just fucking told you?? She's a loose end with her involvement!"

"Dude, her and I are good on that and she's a fucking nurse. I kinda need some help man."

"Un-fucking-believable..." Johnny huffed as he reluctantly went to get the door.

"Elizabeth, wish I could say it was a pleasure.." Johnny quipped as he let her in.

"Johnny Zacchara, long time no see." Elizabeth riposted.

"Not long enough. Take care of him and be on your way. I don't need this shit right now...or ever."

Elizabeth went straight to Ethan and sat down, pulling out her stethoscope to listen to his heart.

"EEEooowww! Ow ow! easy!"

"You're such a baby."

"Yeah, well not when you're pushing on something that's broken."

"It's not even broken. Maybe cracked ribs, but there's nothing I can do about that. All I can do is give you pain meds and some peroxide for your facial wounds."

"You brought her over here for something I could have done? Nice." Johnny reeled.

"What's your problem Johnny?" Elizabeth snapped.

"My problem?? It's you. In case you've forgotten, I know who you're ex is, both of them actually and I don't associate with anyone that had had dealings with people close to Jason, which includes you."

"Wait huh? Lee don't even know him." Ethan asked in confusion.

"Maybe not, but he's fucking his sister yes? Close enough...."

"Johnny, what the hell does Lee have to do with anything??" Elizabeth retorted.

"Are you really asking that question mommy dearest?? For starters, Lee is part of the reason Ethan here is in the shape he is in....and now Ethan wants revenge on him and that girl of his."

"So? Let him get his revenge. Lee deserves it. You know his petty ass cut my seatbelts to make some statement to me about Jacob? And I don't care about who he's fucking. SO what if she's Jason's sister?? I can't stand her either or that friend of hers Britt aka the britch who both think, like you, that my business is theirs."

"Ahhh yes. Britt Westbourne, Jason's love interest that you were insanely jealous over because he wanted her and not you, which aided in your decision to help off the guy. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....If I can't have him, no one can.... Hello Ethan! Just another reason Elizabeth shouldn't be here. Not to mention... Britt is her boss! You're the entire reason Elizabeth ever even knew Jason in the first place... And yes, your son Jacob...I am sorry to hear about what happened to him by the way. Poor kid didn't deserve what happened to him. Such a tragic accident....or was it....Lizzy?"

"Would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on here??" Ethan shouted. "Seriously, what does that poor kid have to do with this and why did you say something like that to her about him?? It's bad enough Lee blames her."

"Don't go getting all sentimental now Ethan because we both know that's not you....Goes to show how much you really know your Lizzy here. I think Lee had just cause to blame her."

"Shut up Johnny!!" Elizabeth shouted. "My son is none of your business and has nothing to do with this!!"

"Doesn't he? Do tell Ethan here who little Jake's real daddy was..."

Ethan winced in pain as he swiftly stood up. "What the fuck is he talking about Liz?"

Elizabeth went to pour herself a drink and knocked it back, then slammed the glass down.

"I don't know what you think you know, but you are sadly fucking mistaken Johnny Zacchara."

"Am I? You really shouldn't drink so much Elizabeth. It's how you're secret was revealed in the first place one night on the Haunted Star, you know, Jason's yacht his father left to him. The same boat that held many gambling events that Ethan and I attended and will soon again. But, back to the matter at hand...Ethan...your bff Lizzy here...I overheard her spilling her drunken guts to Jason during an argument they were having, telling him that he was little Jakey's papa. I never spoke of it to anyone because I actually understood Jason's reasoning for keeping it unknown considering his lifestyle, you know, to protect his son and well, I'd do the same if I had a kid... but I suppose the secret don't matter now just between us. With that said...Jason still chose Britt and so Lizzy Borden here decided to punish him, but she didn't use an axe no...she simply just didn't buckle the kid's seatbelt and then purposely started a fight with Lee while he was driving to make him wreck on that dark stormy night. Of course, she had her belt on though. Maybe Jason's ghost decided to recently cut yours because he knew what you did?? I don't know Lee, but from what I do know because of Ethan, it just doesn't seem his style. Just my theory on it anyways from the talk that went around...I mean, Liz here did conspire to off Jason with us, although we had different reasons for wanting him gone. You never did say why Elizabeth. Did Jason figure out what you did and so you killed him before he could kill you?? Because we all know he would have. Tell me, Elizabeth, am I getting warm??"

Elizabeth turned back to the booze with her hand shaking as she poured another drink, feeling like a caged animal being prodded with a stick.

"Jesus Lizzy?? Is that fucking true???" Ethan fumed as he went over to her. "Tell me you didn't do something like that to Lee and his boy, or your own son for christ's sake."

"Hence why I referred to her as mommy dearest earlier in case you didn't catch that." Johnny jested as he casually paced around with his drink, loving that he had the upper hand.

"Which now brings me to the other ex I mentioned... whom she also has a kid with, can you believe that??. What, is she four now? Almost the same age as Jacob was. Hope that's not an omen. Got married and popped her out right after your son died. You wasted no time eh? Blaise...is that her name? Perks of my profession. I know things. I do my homework. The marriage didn't even last a year. He probably realized what a psycho bitch you are. I know who your ex is...so do you Ethan....so did Jason. In fact, he and Jason were extremely good long time friends. Probably how he had the misfortune of meeting Casey Anthony here. Parker ring a bell? Crazy huh, how big Salem is and yet how small it is."

"P..Parker...oh hell, you don't mean...Craig??" Ethan asked after he sprayed his drink from his mouth from the incredulous shock.

"Do you know any other Craig Parkers that knew Jason?" Johnny sarcastically asked.

"I know I haven't seen you in ages since I've been away Lizzy, but...it would have been highly nice to know that's who you married AND had a kid with...are you fucking kidding me??"

"If that's even his kid as well." Johnny quipped. "Now do you get it Ethan?? He's one of Corinthos's boys. Everyone's tied together. Lee, Josie, Jason, Sonny, Gerry, Craig, you, me, HER! Shit, we may as well add Britt in there too..I mean shit, she lives on the floor above me....hell, even Luke could be an issue. But it seems to me, only one of them could be a real problem and I'm looking right at her."

Johnny's face fell into something sinister as he walked towards Elizabeth.

"Oh come on Johnny. I would never say anything. It would incriminate me." Elizabeth assured as she backed away from him with wide eyes.

"Oh, of course you won't because that would mean I would relay all your secrets as well. Even without proof, they would be quite believable and valuable to a lot of those said people...and then, I'd have to take care of you if Sonny didn't first. Maybe I should just do that right now because I really don't like loose cannons or links...and you are both of them."

Ethan then stepped in between them as Elizabeth hid behind Ethan, clinging to his waist. "Oh come on man, you aren't going to get rid of her??? She has a kid man..."

"That kid has a father to raise her, so your point is invalid. She'd be better off without a mother like her. What part of that did you miss??? I can make it a lot prettier than what Corinthos will do to her. Get out of the way man."

"Jesus Johnny, are you...serious??" Ethan reeled with out moving an inch.

"As a heart attack, which is about what she's having right now."

Johnny pulled out his gun from the back of his pants and aimed it at the two of them. "Move Ethan. It's your only warning. I'm not above collateral damage."

Urine began trickling onto the floor from the bottom of Elizabeth's pants as she hysterically begged Johnny for her life.

Johnny's brows narrowed for a moment, then he spun the gun back in his hand and put it away as he chuckled.

"I'm just fucking with ya. I think I've made my point. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind...and don't come back now, ya here?"

Elizabeth scrambled to get her stuff and ran out in tears as Johnny raved, pouring himself another drink.

"What the...fuck man. I really thought you were going to...god. My ribs, I can't breathe..." Ethan panted and drank a huge swig of scotch straight from the crystal bottle.

"Nah...didn't have my silencer handy or I just may have. Now...is she the only one I have to worry about?"

"What's...that supposed to mean?"

"Oh Ethan...you didn't hear much of what I said tonight at all, did you? I know things....such as...a girl you're fucking named Megan....Jason's other sister...."

The Farm- 7 pm

You sniffled as you gently freed yourself from Lee's loving hold to look at him.

"I...I also worried about if, that I could have children...would you...even want or could you love...another child after...Jacob."

Lee stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers as he sweetly smiled. "How could I not? He or she would be a part of you...ok, well that was just stupid to say considering. Jo, if someday, it ever came to thinking of something like that, there are other options. There are plenty of children that need a home or there's surrogacy etc etc etc...I would love any child I would have with you, no less than Jacob. I'm just so glad you trusted me enough to tell me but I'm sorry it had to come out this way. Jo...is that what was wrong that night when Dash was at the house? When he and I came inside from goofing around in the backyard, you just..seemed different and then later you became all upset and left and...."

"And I left you all alone wondering what you did wrong...god Lee...I am so sorry! Yes...seeing the two of you...you were so good with him and I don't know...it just triggered me I suppose, knowing I could never give you that. I... I should have just told you. God, I wanted to...I was..."

"Afraid I wouldn't want you anymore...I know. That could never happen, trust me, I had tried once to stay away from you, thinking that you were better off without someone like me. But nope. Epic fail. Couldn't do it...didn't want to. I want YOU Jo...that's all I have ever wanted. Just you."

Your face crunched up into a frown as you began to cry. "I'm sorry." you squeaked.

Lee stroked your hair as his own eyes teared up. "Shhhh....don't be sorry my girl. You have nothing to be sorry about. Come here."

He softly placed his lips over yours, making you cry more. You brought your hands to his face and gazed deeply into his glassy blue eyes.

"I...I love you so much...so fucking much..."

You kissed him again, intensely, wanting to be with him again so bad, it hurt.

"Lee...please...take me upstairs. I...I need you so much..." you lightly panted through your tears.

His dilated eyes spoke the same words and he pulled you up to stand, then reached behind your thighs and hoisted you onto him, kissing you all the way up to his room.

Things became instantly heated as he carried you through the doorway. You stripped your shirt off and, then helped him remove his. Lee spun you around so fast while kissing you, that your phone flung out of your pocket and your foot hit a vase, sending it crashing into pieces on the floor, but that didn't stop either of you, nor did the beep of a text.

Lee laid you back on the bed and yanked your leggings and panties off as you both laughed, then you sat up before him and his very prominent arousal.

You teasingly undid his button and zipper with a grin, then slowly pulled his jeans down, revealing his beautiful erection. You could only imagine the look upon Lee's face by the sound of his deep hard gasp as you took him into your mouth, for he certainly was not expecting that.

Lee's head arched back and his fingers entangled into your hair as he groaned your name with a few f bombs inserted before and after, only making you go deeper on him. His scent was invigorating, partly of his cologne that was traced in the small patch of hair that laid just below his happy trail and a fresh clean soapy aroma clothed his cock, but his taste...it was so natural and you couldn't get enough.

As your hand gripped his base, you began to slide your lips faster, His panting became more intense and his cock rock solid.

"Jo...Jo baby, you gotta stop...I can't..."

You could taste his precum, so you reluctantly took him out of your mouth.

Your phone beeped again, annoying you. "Let me shut the volume off."

Quickly, you went to get your phone, but Lee grabbed you from behind and pulled you to the ground, spreading your legs wide open and taking his turn.

You whimpered and mewled as he wasted no time thrusting his warm smooth tongue into you and twirling it about. His thumb massaged your clit, making your hips shake and twitch as you laid on the cottony soft rug.

"Lee...oh my god...." you panted as you clutched his hair in both fists. "I...I want you now...please....god please..."

Your begging for him drove him mad and he happily gave you your wish. Lee shoved into you, both of you releasing exuberant gasps as your nails dug into his back. His thrusts became harder and harder as he gripped you tightly between his strong arms until he was fully inside of you. He then began rocking his hips so gently as his moans of hot breath plunged over and over into your ear.

You didn't want it to end. They way he felt inside of you was indescribable. A perfect union, not only of your bodies, but of your souls. A feeling you had never felt with anyone through intimacy...but it was going to end because he was he soon found your spot and you couldn't stop it if you tried.

"LEEEE!!!! AHH...I....I'm going to...."

"Me too baby..." he grunted and sped up, sending you into a shaking and screaming starlit climax.

"God!!! Ahhh!!...fuck...ahhh!" Lee harshly shouted as he released. It was so strong, you felt every vigorous pulse.

Lee cupped your face as you both gazed in each other's eyes, softly panting.

"I love you Josephine Leeann March. You will truly never know how much."

"Right back at ya babe." you grinned and kissed him deeply.

Lee chuckled. "Maybe we should try the bed next time. I don't know what came over me. I just had to have you right here and now."

"I'mmm not complaining." you giggled. "This...this was amazing. YOU are amazing."

It happened again...the smoke alarm went off.

"Shit...the pie!!!" Lee shouted and flung up to his feet. You tried not to laugh, but failed as he almost tripped stepping into his pants and hopping to pull them up.

"I'll meet you downstairs." he chuckled and ran out.

You laid there in absolute bliss for a few moments, taking in how real he was, that he was no longer just some dream.

You then remembered your phone beeping, so you got dressed, then check it. There three of them...from Orlando. Apparently, Luke kept his word and got him a phone.

"Josie, it's me, Orlando. Text me when you can."

"I'm home now. Just wanted to talk for a bit. I heard you came to the hospital."

"Where are you?"

You quickly replied so you could go help Lee.

"Hey. I'm so glad ur home. Are u ok? I'm at Lee's farm. Sorry, we were making dinner." you slightly lied.

You then went downstairs and told Lee about the text, then sat at the table to wait and see if he would reply. Meanwhile, Lee was trying to save his pie by scraping the burnt pieces off the top while cursing under his breath.

"I think it's official baby. We cannot have food cooking while we are...enjoying each other." you laughed, trying to cheer him up while thinking about the bacon incident. He had worked so hard to make that pie for you and you felt bad.

"Ya think?" he chuckled. "I think it's salvageable. You ready to eat sweetheart?"

"After all that, I am famished."

You helped Lee set the table with a candle lit in the middle, then you both sat side by side and enjoyed the pot roast, potatoes, carrots and salad with more wine....and after that, some slightly overdone homemade cherry pie in which you both ended up picking all of the outer crust off of. The begging dogs sure liked it though.

An hour went by and the storm became stronger. Still, there was no text back from Orlando, so Lee called him, but still, no answer, so he left a voicemail.

"Hey banando. Jo said you're home. I'm glad to hear that. I see you texted me too. We were...uh...cooking." Lee grinned as he looked at you, then continued on. " So...call or text back. Let me know how you're doing and if you need anything. I hope Luke or your mom is there. Talk soon. By man."

"Well...we were cooking, were we not. Just not in the kitchen." Lee jested with a curled smirk as he came over and kissed your forehead.

"That we were." you laughed.

"Come on babe...let's go down to the basement so you will feel more comfortable. Movies and more wine?"

"That sounds perfect."

Orlando sat at a desk in his dimly lit room, living inside of his messed up mind, while his mom and Luke were downstairs making them dinner and both not pleased that Orlando had left the hospital. He could hear them talking about him, so he cranked up his music to block their condescending voices out.

He saw your text and listened to Lee's voicemail, but became even more frustrated to know you were at the farm with him, so he didn't respond. It only proved to him once more that he would never be with you. Instead, he downed some beers while he carved the word "father" with his left hand into the wooden handle of a small sledge hammer as he blared the song "Hungry like the wolf."

As he finished up, he then mumbled two words. "My turn...."

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@redeemer46

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Looker.JAFF Bio/ My Addison HC’s

Looker.JAFF is an Addison that finds things! These things they find range from lost toys, gadgets and even people. She has a knack for finding things, as she is a literal search engine. Her bird, .JAFF, helps with finding things and relaying information. He also mimics Looker with how she moves and talks, too!

When Spamton went missing, the Addisons went to her to look for him, and to keep him somewhere where now one can find him. An easy task for such an Addison. She had found Spamton, and made him safe, as promised.

Then the Queen asked her personally to find him for her. She lied and just said that he isn't anywhere, not even in the Trash Zone. The reason she lied, is becasue Looker is someone that believes that things should be with their rightful owner.

Queen does not own Spamton, he belongs with his friends, the Addisons.

And while he was in hiding in Looker.JAFF's apartment, they developed a close friendship, which in turn turns into a relationship.

Extra tidbits!:

- Has a good friendship with Swatch (and therefore, the Swatchlings), as she finds things for them when they don't have time to do so for themselves

- Her real world counterpart is a search engine on the Library's computers in Hometown, and .JAFF's is a toolbar add-on.

- .JAFF and Looker are inseparable technologically speaking with her and his code. If one where to detach themselves from the other, a downward spiral similar to Spamton's would occur

Addison HC’s

My Addisons have feathers! AFAB’s have much more chest feathers and longer tails than AMAB’s. This is for better insulation and nesting. Anything can hatch from the eggs, but an example of something that can hatch (and most common) are small clones of themselves, which die off either quickly or for a short period of time. Many use this as an attack (like Spammy’s Minitons), or just use the eggs themselves as bombs. These clones are not sentient, and are pretty much leftover code that can be erased without damage to the original user/layer.

AFAB’s have more feathers, for nesting and insulation, while AMAB’s have less feathers and a much shorter tail. AFAB’s can cut their tails down to look more masculine. You can tell an Addisons health by seeing if they are well preened and their cheeks glow.

Also I HC that Addisons to have a puppet/mannequin build. Some have more puppet-like features, like Spammy’s ball jointed fingers; While others have more toy-like features, like Looker’s plush hands.

They are made up of plastic-like material, except for the tummy! The tummy is plush! :D

[noemilivv]

I saw you were doing hazbin hotel match-ups and wanted to try!

my name is rin, I normally use she or they because that’s mostly what I present as but I do use he/him as well sometimes. sexuality is very fluid as well, but I would like a male match-up for this!

I’m 5’3-5’4, with shortish black hair, almost touching my shoulders that’s mostly black and partially dyed red. i have brown eyes and a few piercings (several on each ear, septum, and tongue). I also have a few tattoos (behind my ear, hips and thighs).

my style itself is kinda all over the place, I thrift a lot and love either the darker, more goth/alt kind of style or a dark academia look. I wear a lot of rings either way, and obviously earrings, I love wearing jewelry and sometimes make my own as well.

as for my personality, I’m more introverted. an observer rather than a doer. i tend to stay more detached from people but once i do get comfortable with a person i’m hard to shake off. i’m very sarcastic and have a very dark and somewhat dry kind of humour that’s appealing to a very small margin of people. one of my slightly (?) negative traits is that I’m very controlling, not too much in a toxic way but more in a control freak kind of way. I don’t like to take the backseat to things and while I do let others take a lead I am always there making sure things are going the way they should be. i get paranoid a lot of the time that things will go off the rails and feel like I need to hold everything together. maybe because of that i'm the advice friend despite the fact that i’m not very rational and am sometimes the one to suggest doing things we probably shouldn’t but my advice seems to always go over well somehow. 

I love listening to music, although my taste is all over the place, my favourite song depends on the day and my mood. I also love to read a lot, I read over 100 books last year a few of which were audiobooks, i like to stay active, i work out while listening to audiobooks a lot. in addition, I do kickboxing and a few martial arts too.

some of my interests…I’m big on psychology and criminal psyche, I love dissecting the way that people think. I also absolutely love animals, I have two dogs and a snake myself. i think one of my favourite dates I’ve ever been on was going to the aquarium together.

my bad habits are as i said before, a bit controlling. i'm a night owl and stay up really late which leads me to being tired a lot. i also on and off smoke, a habit i've been trying to break for awhile.

my love language is words of affirmation or quality time, I’m not always huge on being touched but I love to tell the people close to me how much I care about them/praise them. with a partner I’m not entirely opposed to being touched it’s just not how I’d primarily show my affection. sometimes I don’t want to be touched at all and like my space a bit more which has been a problem in previous relationships but I do like to cuddle sometimes, I like being the big spoon and feeling their heartbeat (feels a bit creepy typing it out lol).

anyway, I hope this is enough information and sorry if it’s too much!! thank you so much in advance<3

this was so easy for me lmao. i pair you with…

Husk !!

You and Husk share a lot of main personality traits, which is why you meshed so well together in the first place

Both of you guys struggle with your own individual shit, even if you don’t wanna talk about it sometimes, but you guys help eachother out — especially him, cause he’s the wise, old bartender haha

He isn’t afraid to say it how it is, he loves you, and he’s not afraid of letting you know. Husk tends to have to find a way to say it in his own, grumpy way haha, but he makes sure he knows your loved and valued and he’s not going anyway