#i am so evil for puttin this out

[dailykugisaki]

Day 190 | id in alt

Fear without courage, courage without fear.

[cae-liveblogging]

Tmnt 2003 S1 Ep4

they introduced casey jones early. they usually wait until a while into the series before they do that, at least a season.

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"I finally met a guy who's as angry as I am" soulmates <3

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this intro kinda slaps tho nevermind the only good part is where they say "watch out for shredder"

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Raph was deadass about to kill Mikey

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"bro or no, you got to go"

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put down the pipe put down the pipe

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"raph, have you lost your mind!?" yes

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yeah go get some air bby

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2003 raph don't make excuses tho like 2012 raph

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casey "fiery flashback" jones

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love his accent tho

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"CUZ CASEY JONES IS ON THE JOB" DAMN RIGHT HE IS

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WHY did this lady walk into the shady ass alley

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evil laughter

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"hand over the purse sweet thing and we promise not to hurt you, too much"

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"purple draaaagooonns come out and plaaaaaaayyyy"

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"I'm puttin you punks outta business... PERMANENTLY" go casey go go go casey go

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"that guys outta control" sounds like someone i know

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"keep away from me you lizard thing!" bruh he's not hurting anyone

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so violent so fun

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two violent boys fuckin around in the street

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"we should be tricking out the armored car!"

"by 'we' you mean 'me' "

yeah pretty much

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givin mikey busy work

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can casey find another thing to call raph than "freak"? come on get original. ik you don't have many marbles but use the ones you got.

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SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL!!! THROUGH THE SEWER! SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL!!!

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at least they're different shades of green but besides that they're nearly indistinguishable. which is exactly why they're color coded

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raph lettin loose

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post-fight clarity

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"take it ea-sy"

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manchild casey jones

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secret tunnel leads to the surface

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is there a single job that donatello doesn't have to do my favorite boy needs a break

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formally invited to a fight on friday night, what should I wear?"

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apologies brooooo i love this raph so much

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"who are you and what have you done with our brother?"

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still high key brother antics tho

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🎵busted🎵

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love how D keeps count of all the times Splinter has told them not to go to the surface

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your dad just gave you permission to use the car take it raph take it

splinters face tho

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love how mikey just covers his face with his hand while spray painting buddy do you need a mask?

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casey on his motorcycle

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dragon face

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donnie and his fun facts love this man

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why would they not know what features there are they were all working on it together.

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that is a kickass motorcycle tho

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where did raph learn to ride a motorbike?

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the front brakes??? really????? threw him of his bike :(

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akita slide :)

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track pants and trauma dumping

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love this A+ banter

casey and raph are a perfect match

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the turtle's are so short compared to casey

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C: "i can see the family resemblance"

M: "i'm the pretty one :)"

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L: "i got my split kick right! :D"

R: "I missed it, lemme see it again"

L: *does it again*

R: "one more time"

L: *happily does it again*

R: "HA! Saw that one!"

C: "i give you a 10"

L: "Raph, only 6?"

R: "hey! it's all I got!"

they are the brothers ever huh

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casey is literally the least clever man in existence

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"he's your brother" "no no no, he's your brother" "absolutely, he's your brother" i love them all

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

Been a long while since I asked or texted you-

Please for the love of god, tell me the fandom you're in now, I go check it out as soon as you reply

Iiiii didn’t get anything from you so I kinda thought you forgot me like people do…

You see I’ve changed my blog’s contents cuuz I could.

And i have have so many family drama going on in my personal life so i figured.

Hey why not tell people how messed up i am while being so done with life?

I really loved that you asked me and I would love more if you would do more.

Unfortunately i don’t have anything interesting to say, but being honest is always interesting, right?

And if you’re asking what fandom I’m in, I’m in

Rise…

Rise...

of the...

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

(Rise of the!) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Heroes in the half-shell

Turtle power!

Rising up against evil, paint the city green.

🔴 Raph is ready for a fight,

🔵 Leo's makin' a scene.

🟠 Mikey's (Got!) got mad skills,

🟣 Donnie (Rocks!) rocks machines!

With each other they discover their destiny and rise!

Cowabunga!

Rise of the-

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

(Rise of the!) Teenagе Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Heroes in thе half-shell.

Turtle power!

Growing up in shadows.

New York City, underground.

Uncovering the power that's been hiding all around.

The city needs heroes when there's trouble on the prowl.

Four brothers from the sewers rise to take the villains out!

Rise of the-

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

(Rise of the!) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Heroes in the half-shell!

Turtle power!

In shadows splinter trains them,

in darkness they find their fate.

Better with each adventure, yeah,

they've gone from green to great!

Each one with their own power,

makin their own rules to the game.

🟠 Mikey,

🟣 Donnie,

🔴 Raph,

🔵 And Leo puttin' bad dudes to shame!

Four dudes from the ooze throwin' down!

Cowabunga!

And finish the rest for me if you will.

[goldenimpact]

hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO  FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into  a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT  MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI  SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING  DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO  IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[layanasstories]

Rise up!

Part 2

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Two weeks ago

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The first week wasn’t so bad. It was easy even, a lonely guy like Jake is easily wrapped around my finger. First create some trust, then ask simple but personal questions. Flirt a bit and bingo! I had his name and the color of his hair. How many Jake’s with black hair are there that are into the computer business. Enough for sure, but I bet it helps to narrow down the search criteria. Of course as agreed upon, I send my information to the number that was written in the memo. But I made a mistake, a huge mistake. What started of as a tactic to get information ended in me falling for this mystery guy.

I fell hard, like all the way. I don’t know when it happened. I guess the spark did happen when we had our first small talk. Or maybe when he told me about him being chased by the government. I don’t know and actually I don’t care. I pretended that I didn’t get anymore information out of him. That he closed off and stopped talking about personal things. Only when he had to flee and his puzzle for me and his sister was solved, I knew I made a huge mistake. I had to add a number to my phone, the same as on the file I got. My phone and my other devices where protected by his software. And that, was the big mistake. The people I work for, noticed too. I didn’t know they where really monitoring all my activities, at least I thought not my online activities, but they did. Furthermore they tried to gain access again, hacking, to bypass his security. They failed at the end, their last try was my camera. They gave a warning, the guy pointing at me, was for me not for Jake. That did bring a shiver down my spine, reminding me what was at stake. That’s when the conflict in me arose between saving my brother or saving Jake. To many times was I doubting, weighing what to do. The relieve I felt when Jake was safe, made me question everything over and over again. Why did I take this case, why didn’t I tell them to fuck off. Well my brother of course.

I played my game again, making Jake trusting me more. Make him fall in love even deeper. I felt dirty and evil for doing so. Not only because of his feelings, but mine as well. The deeper he fell, the deeper I fell. I almost had him, he almost ran his mouth about his hiding place. The motel he was at, I almost had him spill it, but he didn’t. He didn’t lie about it either, that’s just it. This guy, my guy, never lied, not once. Always told me what the deal was. And the only thing I am doing, was lying my ass off to him. Well not everything I said was a lie. I did like him, still do. I love him. The more we grew close, the more I was disgusted with myself. There were moments I hoped the man without a face found me, to finish it all. For me that is, I truly hoped Jake would get his sister back. And still, I told my employers everything. About Hannah being his sister, about her father cheating on his mother. That Jake is the oldest of the three, not sure how much older than them. Another thing for on the list of search criteria. I couldn’t risk them to prematurely ending my brothers life.

There were so many times I wanted to give up, then Jake asked me “How far is it, when it comes to someone’s life?”. I told him I couldn’t answer, I really couldn’t. He thought I talked about his sister, but I wasn’t talking about her. I knew for some time who was behind her kidnapping, but to catch Jake, I had to dawdle. I needed more information about him, I needed something to catch him, so my brother could get free. Unfortunately I was held up in my information search, when my main suspect was killed. It made me doubt everything and anything. Did I really knew who the kidnapper was? Did I really thought I could get through with this. I never had to see someone die. Let alone in such a manner. The anger took over from me, the powerlessness, it killed me inside. As a consequence I took it out on Jake. He didn’t deserve that, what he was doing was exactly what I was doing. Putting his own interest first, like I put mine first. Only, my interest shifted per day, hell per hour. The moment I had made up my mind who was my interest, something comes along. Like a picture of my brother as a reminder why I am doing all of this. Or Jake sending me his lovely sweet words, making me fall again. The torn between both men, my heart and my head, it’s driving me insane. And yet while me getting at him, that it was all his fault someone died, he listened, he supported me. He let me rage, say all those ugly things to him. He never judged me, he should have, but he didn’t. I guess I do know when it happened. It happened right there and then, that I fell for him.

[kuuyandere]

yea... I do love my boyfie a lot sjdhdjfj. but anyways, I'll explain emo boy first as its kind of easier. while most of my playlists I was more driven compelled within to let my emotions out, this havin a clearer understandin of what I wanted to convey, emo boy was born out of my darlin explicitly tellin me he wanted a playlist as a gift. I am actually very bad and I do not remember if it was for his birthday or one of the earlier month anniversaries... whoops. so rather than already have emotions pourin out, I had to search within and find them, and to me the playlist is more like splattin guts of my feelins on the wall and just makin a complete mess out of the various feelins I've had for him. I'm also not used to the progression of darker feelins to happiness in my playlists, but I feel like that was born out of strangely reflectin both of our personalities and how they've changed from the darker times of constantly fightin, insecurities, and depression to the overwhelmin amts of love that we share now. to me, the playlist doesn't feel concrete in anythin nor a story, but rather just a concept of us. thats what makes it weird too, I feel like I included both of our dualing personalities in the playlist meshed together in some sort of weird duet of emotions rather than anything linear or only one pov. it feels like a weird dance of conflict yet harmony, and I guess thats the most poetic thing I've ever written about one of my playlists. honestly the playlist just sounds straight up high to me if that makes any sense kshdjdhf (also titled emo boy in some weird nod to bunny boy. I am the bunny boy, he's the emo boy, and he does look a lot like the character art I put for the icon of emo boy). also I might find the playlist embarassin for bein overly sweet idk what I was on when I made it. it's not a bad playlist, it's just strangely not my taste even if I like the songs individually and don't have any issues with the technical progression or anything.

as for the teddy bear one, it's much much much more linear and an almost direct correlation to part of our past. I say almost because our past was more blocked out in periods of time and the playlist blends certain parts together, but blendin is better for playlists so yea. at one point nearer the start, while yes I never said a sappy I love you, I was not subtle in my blatant obsession with him. this gets a tiny bit nsfw but nothin explicit really, but ahjdhdhf. I'd constantly harass him and drive him up the wall until he'd literally slam me against a wall or knock me over and kick me in the gut... which sounds bad, but my immediate responses was almost always shit like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid". I literally was provokin him until he got to that point, consistently, to the point where it was expected. I remember once kissin him when he was way too close to my face in threatenin me to get me to stop harassin him, and I could almost see his brain just rebooting as I probably made another sexual comment. Id constantly flirt with him and annoy the hell out of him, but strangely he always came back. we've actually spoke about this more recently, he found most people super boring back then... and was kind of enamoured by my just pure insanity then. I'm not proud of it but I have hilarious stories for days about the scuffles between us and my unapologetically horny ass back then. eventually we settled down and I was a little less insane and we'd do dumb shit like sit in parks and goof around, altho it was mostly me goofin and him watchin me and sometimes sayin the most blatant gay shit ever without realisin it and I shit you not puttin flowers in his hair. however, I struggled immensely with paranoia and psychosis (still sometimes do), and started viewin him as my enemy. it started to become harder and harder to tell delusion from reality, and I felt so conflicted between the almost romance lovey dovey and the evil my brain was convincin him to be, and I slowly spiraled. while we may have gotten into some verbal arguments, they were never explosive or physical like before and was clearly more him bein concerned and tryin to bring me back to reality and me growin more and more cynical. it eventually consumed me to start lashin out, but not in the playful way before that he was initially attracted to. I eventually did hurt him really badly, both emotionally and physically... and then I did actually lay down while starin at the sky at one moment after it all, just rethinkin everything, and wonderin where it all went wrong, but I guess it was never right from the start. and I hated how vunerable he made me feel when he was no longer throwin punches, but genuinely listenin, tryin to help, and never once raised his arm to hurt me ever again and would even just sit there and take whatever bullshit I was spoutin or doin. and as for the last song, well it is related to me goin on to tryin to find him again after we seperated, but also that in our final moment together then, I kind of just knew deep down I was delusional and what I was doin was wrong, but it was far too late in my mind and easier to end it then, and I did whisper to him that I'd find him again one day. my life is weird and sounds like an awful movie but here we areeee. I wouldn't reccomend my life, tbfh hskdhdhdh. again do note we never dated then. but that's also just a quick summary of our history and it's a lot more complicated than that and different ups and downs, but this playlist was a snapshot of that specific story. I decided to tell the story instead of sayin this song is xyz, because I feel like the meanin behind the songs is actually just the story, no more, no less. it was a playlist on me reflectin on how I felt in that point in my life.

this ask is so long and I apologize ysjdhdhdh. if you wanna listen to my non yan playlists, I am curious how u feel abt those, but I also understand if those playlists are outside of your interests ~🎵

That is an extremely interesting (and tumultuous) background to you and your boyfriend's relationship; I can definitely see the amount of emotion and personality you put into your playlists, especially your feelings in regards to everything that happened. I will listen to your other playlists, but I will likely not write my thoughts on them (I have a few exams this week). Thank you for trusting me enough to share your story, I imagine it is deeply personal for you and possibly guilt-inducing to talk about hurting your darling in the past.

I smiled a little when you talked about provoking him because it reminded me of my darling doing the same (although she was certainly not as bold as you were) and shutting her up by slamming her against the wall and the like (I am not exactly proud of that). I hope you were physically alright after getting thrown around though. Having paranoia and delusions fucking suck, I'm sorry you had/have to deal with that and that they messed things up for you and with him in the past. I really am happy you were able to reconcile with your darling and that you are doing better now!

[pennzance]

Ghostbusters: Port Huron (Episode 18)

Episode 18: The Lightship

September 30th, 1998

Incident report by Jeremy

For the record, I thought Bryan was going to be the one writing this report. He’d probably have a much more comprehensive and detailed account of what the hell exactly just happened, but Mr. Kaye insisted I write this one because Bryan is going to write the next one and it was apparently ‘my turn’? I don’t know, company guidelines are weird.

So… Port Huron has a ship that doubles as a museum, in keeping with the theme of this city that almost anything worth visiting is about the past. It’s a little annoying, and the museum itself is cramped and confusing. Lightships were big a long time ago, I guess, when they were used as sort of mobile lighthouses on the great lakes to keep larger ships away from shallow spots like sand bars and shoals.  The Huron Lightship was retired in 1970 and had served for 50 years by then, and is now loaded with models, pictures and plaques trumpeting the accomplishments and usefulness of these pre-satellite GPS wonders.

As you may be able to tell, I am not a fan. Of boats in general, really. It’s not that I get seasick, it’s just not… new enough for me, y’know? I like technology and boats are old, analogue stuff. Aside from our Proton Packs and PKE Meters, the most high-tech thing on that ship was probably the light on top.

Be that as it may, though, we were there for a reason. Bryan and I went out on a call of some strange lights and noises, a normal call. It was dull compared to some of our more recent hijinks, but we started picking up a PKE signature near the captain’s wheel. Bryan frowned and tapped his meter a few times.

“Dan?” he said out loud.

And then the pirate ghost of the hospital was just… there. Right there, sitting in an old rocking chair that looked like it had always been there. Like HE had always been there. Spectral and see-through like the last time I saw him, but humming what I could only assume to be a sea shanty and reading a book.

“Took ye long enough,” Dan grunted, not looking up from his book.

“How is he here? I thought he was haunting the hospital!” I hissed at Bryan, but Dan looked up and grinned through his beard.

“I go where I please, kiddo. Now, let’s talk about why yer here.”

“WE are here to bust a ghost,” Bryan snapped.

“Nah, yer here cause I called ya. In a roundabout way, ta be certain.” Dan shrugged, standing up. His book and rocking chair were just not there anymore. “I got a favor ta be askin’.”

“Does he HAVE to talk like an old timey pirate? I thought he was a US Marshal?” I asked Bryan.

“Ah, sussed me out, did ye?” Dan chuckled. “Then I can cut ta th’ chase. I’ve got a job ta do, an’ yer gonna help me.”

Bryan frowned. “What job?”

“Ye heard about me, sure enough, but have ye heard of Captain Hatchet?” Dan asked, a knowing eyebrow cocked.

“Bane of the Huron natives, yeah,” Bryan nodded. He looked at my confusion and kept going. “When Michigan was colonized in the way back when, the colonials did a lot of nasty crap to the indigenous people-“

“I know about that, I’ve seen Addams Family Values,” I cut in.

He blinked. I’ve seen Bryan make that face a few times, when he gets confronted with information he doesn’t really know what to do with. He ignored it. “Captain Archibald ‘Hatchet’ Fitzsimmons made a career out of butchering the natives for bounty money from the freshly landed gentry on the east coast. This wasn’t long after the Revolution, and it was nasty and evil business.” He turned to Dan. “I take it you two have met in the post-living spaces of the world?”

“Crossed his path when I was a younger lad,” Dan shrugged.

“He was still alive?” Bryan asked incredulously. “He’d have been well over a hundred!”

“Didn’t think ta ask how old he was when he was tryin’ ta skewer me,” Dan replied flippantly. “Alls I know is puttin’ that old shark under the waves was one o’ th’ most noble things I’d ever done. I stuck with piracy fer a while, to be sure, but I went straight eventually. Some descendants of the Huron even gave me a boon, a life after death style o’ thing. There was a ceremony and they sorta… immortalized me. Part o’ me, anyway. As a protector.”

“Let me guess,” Bryan said, rolling his eyes, “guarding against Hatchet’s return?”

“Got it in one, kiddo,” Dan grinned.

“And he’s coming back?” Bryan pressed.

“Yer on a roll.”

“Wait, wait, wait, so some evil pirate ghost is coming back, and you want our help to get rid of him?” I asked, catching up.

Bryan scoffed. “Not sure you can pay our fee, Dan.”

The pirate-turned-marshal smiled. “Look, ye help me get rid o’ HIM permanent like? I’ll go willingly into yer little trap after that. No more trouble from me, see?”

Bryan mulled this over for a while, giving me a look. I shrugged. “Fine,” he said. “When is this happening? We’ll need time to get our team together.”

Dan shrugged. “It’s not like the tide, kiddo. All I know is he’s a comin’. When he GETS here… well, that’ll be as obvious as th’ nose on yer face. I’ll help as I can but be warned: it ain’t gonna be an easy fight.”

“Oh, great. Thanks for the specifics. Lay low until then, all right? Last thing we need is the phone ringing off the hook because you scared some poor museum patron.”

After that, we went back to the office and told Mr. Kaye what happened. He took it more seriously than I thought he was going to. He even called up our part-timers and told them to be ready.

I don’t know what comes next, but I need to go make sure our equipment is up to spec. And waterproof. Definitely waterproof. Wish me luck.

End of report.

[switch4cb97]

Puttin’ on a show (Chan x reader)

Requested by @gazelover666

Pairing: Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 2,637 words

Thank you so much for being the first ever person to request a fic from me. I hope you like what I’ve written! Much love, Sahriel 🐺

Prompt: “Could I please request a little smut hehe based on chan being stressed in his office so you give him a slow sensual massage and strip tease to red light until he's pretty much asking you to ride him on his chair?”

Warnings: Afab reader, thigh riding, clothed orgasm (?), daddy and babygirl kink, degradation kink, prolonged striptease, nipple play, unprotected penetration (stay safe, kids the reader here is on birth control), cockwarming, rough!chan, bold!reader, it’s a whole mess (no literally!)

Note: this isn’t beta-read so please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors. Also, I’m using the Tumblr mobile app so my apologies for the weird formatting of text in this post!

You looked at the time in your phone: it’s almost 5 am. You’d fallen asleep on the couch behind Chan as he worked on one of his ongoing projects and woken up to find him still there, intently listening and tweaking the sound through his headphones. You sighed.

Typical Channie. Overworking himself.

You opened your eyes and stretched a bit, drawing no attention from your boyfriend whatsoever. He’s always so focused that he sees nothing else around him.

You smiled to yourself and put your feet down. From behind him, Chan’s tense shoulders and craned neck were taut and evident to you. You needed to help him relax.

But another not-so-innocent idea started to form in your head. What if you resorted to more fun ways of relaxing him? Ones that involved directing his full attention towards you, his whole body taking a break from the stress he’s under.

You smirked and moved forward. Gently, you placed your arms on his broad shoulders which seemed to startle him a little. He turned his head around and smiled, his dimple melting your heart completely. Aaaah you’re so whipped.

“I’m almost done, babe, just give me 5 more minutes” he squeezed your hand gently and turned back to his work.

You started kneading his shoulders slowly, making the most effort to cover all areas that seemed too strained and he instantly relaxed into your touch.

You smiled. It’s working.

As you applied more pressure on the junction of his neck and shoulders, he let out a loud and relieved moan that made the hair on your own neck stand up in anticipation. He’s loving it… good.

You kept working your magic on his arms along with his shoulders and neck, to which he only relaxed and leaned into you more and more gradually.

“Oh fuck babygirl, you’re so good with your fingers. Aaah right there, yes… so so good for me”

Him practically moaning those words to you was more than enough to get your heartbeat rising and for a sticky wetness to start pooling in your core.

His husky and relieved voice was turning you on more than you could describe, but you still had to execute another part of your original plan. You chuckled, bending down forward and pecking him on the lips (which he chastely returned) and moved away as if you were done with the massage.

Moving to a part of the room where you were clearly in Chris’ line of sight, you plopped down on a couch and pulled your phone out. Getting into the music app, you selected your favourite playlist, one with the evil smiling devil emoji as its name.

Time to get nasty.

Song 1: Dive In by Trey Songz.

Perfect, you think to yourself.

You press Play and don’t even bother to connect earphones. As the vocals begin, you let your eyes and your body groove to the feel of the sensual song you had playing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chan glance at you, but he doesn’t say anything or show that he’s seen you.

Well, you gotta amp it up, huh? Okay. Challenge accepted, Chris.

You start slowly, taking your socks off and while keeping eye contact with Chan, you emphatically drop them to the floor. He definitely saw that. You made sure of it.

He gulped, but it wasn’t really visible unless one knew him as well as you did. You were just getting started and he already seemed distracted from his laptop. His headphones were still on but you were sure that there wasn’t anything playing in them ‘cause he could hear the song your phone was blasting at full volume.

The song shifts to another jazzy sexy song that you really loved and you start to feel yourself get more and more in the mood for some pleasure.

Song 2: Beautiful Liar by Beyoncé and Shakira

Chan’s eyes widened as you slowly removed your jacket. He’s definitely caught on now. His mouth is slightly open as you don’t break eye contact with him the entire time, a look of intense longing on your face.

Chan looks visibly flustered as he shoots up from his chair and walks over to you in a rush, now towering over you, his face mere centimetres from your own.

“Is my little slut trying to get my attention? Are you that desperate for Daddy’s cock that you can’t wait until he’s done with his work?” He cooed, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to grab your hair as he talked down to you.

You were unbelievably turned on but you didn’t show it. Instead, you just shrugged and stated matter-of-factly “I’m just enjoying some music while I wait for you to be done with your work, Chan. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chan’s face contorted into something indecipherable but he seemed to give up whatever he wanted to say next. Instead, he just nodded curtly, his eyes narrowed at your feigned innocence, and walked back to his seat.

As soon as his focus was completely on his work again, you decided it was finally time for you to play your best card.

Song 3: Red Lights by Bang Chan & Hyunjin

You press play and make direct eye-contact with the man whose breaths echoed from the speaker, something you knew and loved all too well.

His head shoots up quickly and he is smirking, although his eyes are both shocked and expectant.

You walk over towards him but put some space between the two of you as you slowly undo the buttons of your shirt to the beat of the song all the while, still looking at Chan and licking your lips.

You know I can’t leave you alone.

Your shirt is now off and gracefully dropped on the floor, revealing you in your lingerie. Chan is now intently watching you, his whole body on high alert as he tries to hold himself on the table by his elbow. He’s staring at you like you’re the only thing worth paying attention to.

As verse two starts, you bend down slowly, giving him a view of your breasts, and he shifts in his seat, his eyes now dark & hungry. With a single, well-executed stroke, the zipper on your jeans is undone and you pull it down from your waist, emphatically choreographing every move.

Make you feel my love, oh

You’re now in your undergarments, while Chan is fully clothed shifting around restlessly on his chair. Great.

The last few lines of the song are now playing and you’re running your hands all around your body, making the most orgasmic faces that you possibly can, humming along to Red Lights and closing your eyes to get lost in the moment.

Chan can’t take it any longer. Within a fraction of a second, he’s bolted out of his chair and has pulled your half-naked blissful body into his own, his grip on your waist the most rough and desperate.

You smiled to yourself. It worked.

“You’re such a naughty little slut, Y/N. You act all innocent when really, you’re putting on a dirty little show for Daddy, just so he can forget all about his work and focus on you instead, huh?” He growled into your ear, his breath and the want in his voice making goosebumps rise on your neck.

He started kissing your collarbone harshly, but that’s just how you liked it. Throwing your head back, you grab onto his hair tightly. This causes him to scoff into your neck.

“Look at you, a needy mess for just my kisses. So fuckin pathetic, my pretty whore. So so fuckin hungry for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, already pretty fucked out from the pleasure you’re receiving.

“You need to be taught a lesson, babygirl. Bad girls always get their punishments, don’t they?” He growled at you, now kissing every part of your face and neck that he can. You held onto him for dear life as whimpers escaped your lips and you nodded weakly in response.

“Words, babygirl, words.”

“Yes, daddy. Mhmm-mm”

He licks your neck. “Well, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna stop whatever you were doing and grind that pretty pussy of yours on my thigh. And you’re gonna make yourself cum, with your fuckin panties on, just with my thigh.”

Your arousal was now very evident as a stain started to develop on your panties but you didn’t care. You needed release, in some form or the other.

So you let Chan pull you and place you on his thigh after he sat down on his chair again. “What are you waiting for, slut? Go on, ride my thigh like the dirty bitch you are. Get yourself off on Daddy’s body”

You started rocking your hips back and forth, desperately looking for the rhythm and friction you needed. Chan just sat back and watched you, didn’t touch you in any way, because he was punishing you. He wasn’t going to help more than this.

You held onto his shoulder though and kept letting out the most animalistic and lewd sounds as you chased the stimulation at the right place. He licked his lips and watched intently, all thoughts of work now forgotten and his dick getting harder and harder every second, with the sight of you hungrily grinding against him.

“Look at you, so fuckin pathetic. You can’t even cum on your own, huh, bunny? You need Daddy to touch you, to run his mouth all over your sexy body to get yourself off huh? Babygirl thinks she can get away with distracting Daddy… hmm?”

Every syllable was laced with lust and anger, which only increased your pleasure a hundred fold. Your body loved it when you heard filthy words from your boyfriend, although usually he’s the sweetest person ever and you both had a pretty loving & fluffy dynamic.

But not now. In bed, in times like these, you craved to be told how useless you were, just so you could get off.

“Even all this trash talk is helping you get there, isn’t it, little whore? So Daddy is still helping you cum all over his pants today.”

“Fuck yes, Chri- Daddy, don’t stop. Keep telling me how pathetic I am” you said between breaths as your orgasm came closer and closer with every second.

The pain was so delicious that you could’ve relished it if it wasn’t for the building knot in your lower abdomen. It was the most stimulation you had gotten in a while, what with Chan being busy and you barely getting to meet him.

“Come on baby, keep going. Rub that pretty little cunt all over my thigh, come on, I wanna see you cum in your panties like the kinky bitch you are!”

That was it. Your eyes closed and head fell back slightly as you reached your high and you could feel your underwear get heavy with your sticky release.

“Good girl… look at my pretty baby, you did so well for me. You made yourself cum on Daddy’s thigh without Daddy touching you or helping much. Fuck yes baby”

He captured your lips in a rough kiss and you returned it, surprised you still had it in you to even think properly. It soon turned into a heavy makeout, a dance of dominance between tongues and he won, as always. You tasted him and couldn’t stop yourself from asking for more by pushing your body impossibly close to his.

He pulled back, breathless from all the kissing, and held your face in his hands. “Now, because you’ve behaved so obediently, you’re gonna ride Daddy’s dick, okay? Does my little slut want that? My cock filling up and stretching your pretty pussy out?”

“Fuck yes, oh my gosh, of fucking course, sir. Need. Need your cock inside me so bad right now… FILL ME UP PLEASE!” You half-yelled as the first orgasm’s effects were coming down and you needed another immediately.

“Thought so.” He smirked and pulled you by the pelvis harshly, quickly removing his T-shirt and your bra, your cleavage now completely exposed for him to attack.

He placed you on the chair, quickly got up and pulled his pants down to reveal his strained boxers that were wet from anticipation.

He sat back down and pulled both your underwear down to the thighs and licked his lips, letting out a long moan at how wet and glistening your pussy looked to him.

“Oh my gosh babygirl, look at the mess you’ve made. All because of me, huh? Fucking cumslut!” He slapped your ass tightly and you let out a yelp in surprise, enjoying every bit of the degradation.

His mouth roamed all over your neck, shoulders, collarbone and finally started to suck on the skin of each breast separately. Your breath hitched and you guided his head by tugging harshly at his hair which only seemed to turn him on more. He licked, bit and sucked your nipples and fondled your breasts with his hands as well.

Then, holding onto your hips like they would disappear if he wasn’t too careful, he guided your folds to brush the top of his erection. You both let out groans and hissed at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“Take me, babygirl. Take all of me in, like you always do. Let me stretch you out so you can ride Daddy’s cock like you rode his thigh. Go on” he slowly thrust himself into you and you whimpered at the sudden tightness and fullness in your core.

You started to move your hips, slowly at first but then picked up the pace as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. His grunts and huffy breaths, paired with your own sounds of effort and pleasure, filled the room which made you blush.

All thoughts were forgotten by Chan too as he rutted his hips up and into you, hungrily chasing the right amount of pressure.

You kept going, matching your pace and thrust-rhythm with his and soon enough, you felt the familiar release approaching you. “I’m so close, baby…FUCK. So fuckin close. Aaah ah yes just like that. Sooo good. Fuck yes, Daddy.” You couldn’t even make coherent sentences.

“Me too, babygirl… ohhh love, yes yes yes, keep going baby, you’re doing so fuckin well for Daddy. Yes yes fuck aaaah yess, oh oh oh yes… fuuck”

He came, filling you up with his warm seed and this was what you needed to cum as the knot untied and you felt all your veins pulsing with pure bliss. You had made a mess, again. But it was worth it.

“Daddy, if you don’t mind, can we stay like this for some time? I don’t want the comfort of you filling me up to go away so soon. Please?” You made the best attempt at puppy eyes and Chan melted, his head still dazed and eyes hazy from the orgasm.

“I would love that too, baby. Just hug me and we can stay like this for as long as you like.” You smiled, completely buzzed out and he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“You know, Y/N, I knew you were planning something the moment you moved away from me after the massage. I just know you so well I gue-“

You had somehow fallen asleep, your head on his shoulder, your arms tightly wrapped around his naked torso and with your mouth slightly open.

He chuckled to himself and moved his chair forward, as he resumed work on the track that he had left unfinished before.

The entire time, he was smiling and felt light-headed from both the orgasm and the sight of you sleeping in his arms, the two of your bodies connected at the most primal level. He felt relaxed after ages.

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This is my first ever smut fic so please don’t hesitate to give me honest feedback about it. Whoever’s reading this, I hope you have the best day/night ever. Take Care and Stay Nasty, my sexy babies <3

[chocobothis]

5 OTP Songs

I was tagged by @aceghosts and @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess to share five songs for my OTPS. Since I saw other people including lyrics I’m absolutely jumping on that part too. Because I am nothing if not a giant fucking sap. I’m doing four ships including breaking down some polyships into smaller parts.

Tagging: @thebisexualmandalorian, @thebubbledragon, @heavensong, @thuriweaver and anyone else who wants to do this! Seriously, anyone not tagged that wants to jump in please do so. Because I adore OTPs and songs about them.

Y’all don’t know this but you are so proud this isn’t like 50%+ Taylor Swift.

PelnaVren (Pelna Khara x Vren Avitus)

(They’re my darlings from FFXV, my fandom before Resident Evil took over, and I am forever going to be in love with how in love they are. Literally, he’s Vren’s very first love so there’s such a sweetness to it no matter how many years pass. He calls her “Sunflower” as a pet name. Vren’s so much light that flowers may as well grow toward her. It’s at odds with someone born only “half-alive”. Her strongest type of magic is also lightning.)

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Molly Tuttle

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

Let me inside, wish I could get to know you

Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue-tied

-

Wondering headshake, tired eyes are the death of me

Mouthful of toothpaste before I got to know you

Line By Line (feat. Karen Morris)

Love's too big for a love song

If I tried to sum it up I know I'd get it wrong

-

Four chords, three minutes, you'd never fit in it

So I just take you line by line

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I'll be writing about you for the rest of my life

-

Like I'm still not convinced that I won't be too much for you someday

Ready To Love -KSHMR

I hope this will last forever

You are more than just a phase

Your smile brings me out the darkness

You are all I need tonight

-

Flowers hanging in the window

Match the color of your eyes

Dancing in a ball of fire

Each move with no compromise

I can't live the same without you

Your heart makes me come alive

You bring joy through all the sadness

Let's not do it unless it's done right

Favorite T-Shirt (Acoustic) - Jake Scott

I been sittin' here tryna figure out

What did I do right to be with you right now?

-

You were kissin' my neck, you were makin' me nervous

And none of our friends would believe it

You were puttin' your hands up under my shirt

Makin' fun of the way I was breathin'

-

And you look so good it hurts

In my favorite T-shirt

Electric Love - Paravi

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it

All I need is to be struck (Oh)

By your electric love

Brightfield (Claire Redfield x Nico Bright)

(When Nico was younger Claire saved her from a zombie; Nico had survived everything up until that final one. It wasn’t a special zombie, just a generic human one, at the edge of the camp zone but she was so tired that when she fell, she thought that was it. Nico was in love with her a little then but didn’t figure that out until several years later. Her flipping love into a religious/holy experience is trying to rewrite the religious traumas of her youth; the fire and brimestone and homophobia that told her she’d go to hell for loving a woman. There was some agonizing on Claire’s part before they got together because Age Gap. But, then it ended up being so, so worthy.)

Haunt You (feat. chloe moriondo) - X Lovers, chloe moriondo

Loved you from the first time that I saw you

In the kitchen with your hair under a baseball cap

Couldn't find the words to say one single thing

Oh, I never knew someone could make me fall like that

-

Now I can't picture my lifе

Without you by my side

Can't let you go

I'll nevеr let you go

Cherry - FLETCHER, Hayley Kiyoko

And your voice real low when you talking to me

You're saying something and I'm thinking one thing

Your lips when you bite 'em like this

And I'm blushing real hard, got me moving my hips

You're across from me and it's hard to breathe

-

You're such a dream, I'm dying to see

Oh, if it's real, if it's sweet, if you taste just like a

Cherry

Bubbly - Colbie Caillet

I've been awake for a while now

You've got me feelin' like a child now

'Cause every time I see your bubbly face

-

The rain is falling on my window pane

But we are hiding in a safer place

Under covers staying dry and warm

You give me feelings that I adore

-

It starts in my soul

And I lose all control

When you kiss my nose

The feeling shows

'Cause you make me smile

Baby, just take your time

Now holdin' me tight

religion (u can lay your hands on me) - Shura

We've been talking on the telephone for hours at night

Whilst I've been thinking about kissing you

I wanna consecrate your body, turn the water to wine

-

It could be LA, it could be Heaven

If you're an angel, can I be your God?

You in all your glory, it's not confession

Baby, don't apologize

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk

The day that I met you

The world had just spit me out

On my way to the bottom

Sure I'd never be found

-

Fall into me

And I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street

Like nobody's watching

It's just you and me

-

I'd fall for you twice

If that's what you wanted

I'd give you my lifе

From now till forever

I'm falling in love with you

Ovеr and over again

Cleonight (Claire Redfield x Leon Kennedy x Nico Bright)

(They were independently together with each other before Claire was the one to go, “Hey, we’re already all dating each other...what if we just all dated as a unit?” Because the other two would’ve continued on like the dumbasses that they are without bringing it up. Leon’s got a lot of self-worth issues for many reasons. I add religious trauma as one of them. So, I think he also tends to view love as this thing he kind of doesn’t deserve because it’s holy. Claire and Nico work to correct him.)

Daylight - Shinedown

I was diagnosed with a fear of getting too close

Had to tell the ones I love I was on the ropes

I'm not the only one whose life's been pulled apart

-

You saved my life, not once but twice

You keep me free from falling

You saved my lifе, make it all alright

When I don't feel like talking

You makе sure I always see the daylight

ANGELS - Chase Atlantic

Calling on my angels (Ooh, yeah)

It's getting darker and I'm starting to get anxious (Ooh, yeah)

-

Pleasure and pain feel the same to me (Same to me)

I lost my faith, but I still believe there's something (Oh, yeah)

Blood in my eyes made it hard to see (Oh)

I went out searching for an angel then you came to me, my darling

Cloud 9 (ft. Tegan and Sara) - Beach Bunny & Tegan and Sara

I don’t wanna seem the way I do

But I��m confident when I’m with you

-

But when they love me, I feel like I’m floating

When they call me pretty, I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually to nothing

You will always be my favorite form of loving

Holy - Zolita

Worship your body as you walk my way

You're the only one who can make me pray

I fall at your feet, your breath defined

And underneath my skin's an intrinsic shrine

-

I love you most, but I'm not worthy

I'll give my soul, sacrifice me

Cause your love is holy

-

I'd rather drown in your ocean

Than wither on the shore

Undying devotion, feel you in my core

Veneration, this faith's got me high

Nothing without you, live for you till I die

Till I die, till I die, till I die, till I die, till I die...

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

New friends again and again, gone when the morning comes

Demons I tried to defend, but I couldn't get enough

-

Fading away, fading away

Wake up to someone with nothing to say

I'd never change, thought I'd never change

Then you come and change it all

-

With your love, your love

I'm a better, better man

-

Wrapped in your arms, I swear

I'd die for your love, your love

Briveira (Carlos Olveira x Nico Bright)

(They met through Claire, Chris, and being coworkers at TerraSave and absolutely did not mean to fall in love. They were just friends for a while which was more than enough. He calls her “Dandelion”, she calls him “bear”, and life was totally good. She was this little bright patch that showed up about 9 months after Jill “”died”” that made things a little easier. She even reminded him of a Jill a little; that Fire, Call to Action, Integrity, Intelligence, and Stubbornness. Also the tendency to just pick locks. It was something (beyond age) that had him agonizing over loving Nico romantically; was he loving Nico in her own right or as this replacement for Jill and a redo to keep her safe? The answer, according to Nico, is that he worried for nothing and she’s thrilled when he finally made a move. So was Claire who got to watch her delightful girlfriend pine over him. It was both cute and disgusting at how confusedly in love she was.)

Sunflower, Vol.6 - Harry Styles

I couldn't want you any more

Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor

I couldn't want you any more tonight

-

I don't wanna make you feel bad, but I've been trying hard not to act a fool.

Lover - Taylor Swift

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

-

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home

-

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my

Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be over-dramatic and true to my

Lover

-

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat

Little Things - One Direction

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind, it was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me…

-

Oh it's you

They add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things

-

If I let you know I'm here for you

Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh

Heartbeat - Carrie Underwood

And tonight, I wanna drive so far, we'll only find static on the radio

And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow

Saying everything without making a sound

A cricket choir in the background, underneath a harvest moon

Standing on your shoes in my bare feet

Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat

-

I wanna feel you holding onto me and make me hold my breath

You pull me closer, my head on your shoulder

Baby, we won't need a song

We'll make a fallen star wish, one more slow kiss

johnny & june - Zachary Knowles

They say finding love shouldn't be hard

That's when I knew, that's when I knew

I can't believe it's been like seven years

-

So let's writе a story about what we do

I'll be your Johnny and you'll be my June

We'll last forever like superheroes do

Yeah, let's write a story, let's write a story

About me and you

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment post for aew dynamite 5/4/22

i wanted jeff hardy to win but was so sure bobby was going to win anyway. glad at the results and lmao @ cole's face

once again i love yuta's street fighter theme REGAL EXCUSE ME LMFAO??? ok hes definitely trying to get excalibur to crack on purpose. scrummy scrummy scrumptious regal was making that horny bcc video ive been trying to avoid because i wont be respectful about it not enough 4 u "regal: whats the point of being a professional wrestler if you cant get the shit kicked outta you" yea ok the worst part is that with that one bit with yuta on evil uno's vlog im reasonable sure theyre aware of what theyre doing with this behavior. ???: "[moxleys] making someone's heart sing [with this violence]" regal: "mine" lmao damn moxley going all out hes throwing him at every out-of-the-ring surface he possibly can i seriously love the triple beatdown at the end of BCC matches and so does the crowd. yes! yes! yes! yes! love these violence perverts

people are rooting for evil christian. i dunno anythin bout him but want to see it. i love it when people go evil jungle boy gettin spicy himself. good love to see it

keith lee: dubious

wardlow time!! i say hes wearing full black now because hes ready for mjf's funeral lemme see this tall guy lmfao mjf and the mid five. mjf is such a clown hes great wardlow moonsault... love 2 see it wow just one powerbomb? restraint YEAH WARDLOW!!! ooooo we're moving on with the plot??? LMFAO "wardlow's gonna kiiiiill you ♫" mjf you cant fool me twice youre not gonna fight wardlow straight up e_e contract signing... long island... hm

whoa hangman is here. i thought he had covid. is he done with that? that was fast omg dissin on punk? toughguy over here whoaaaaa hangman!!!

damn dont be puttin two bad bitches up against each other. every international wrestler can be a cool

santana time!!! i love hearing 2.0 matt talk for the JAS intro hes such a goof my friend's comment here covers my reaction LMAO

stealing the camera-- lol what a good bit oh man that was a cool backroll from santana these 2.99 counts are taking days off my lifespan nooooo!! not the distracted ref lowblow!!!!! people chanting for eddie while hes still recovering from that devastating fireball attack they keep on bringing up the NUMBERS. who is going to join pnp+eddie to even it out? who could possibly?????

oh my god billy LMFAO i love the gunn club and the acclaimed

OH IS IT EVIL JULIA HART TIME??? IS IT TIME????? FINALLY????? EVIL JULIA HART YES????? PLEASE??????????? -_- promo is long theyre killing me. give me the payoff DO IT. KILL HIM DO ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT RRRRRRRRRRRRGHGHHGHGHAAAAGHGHGHGHH!!!!!

oh shes still in the ring with death triangle... that was a weird break to put two promos then, even if jade's outfit placated some of our immediate rage while obviously i want to see evil julia hart i can also stand behind a "i dont want to be evil julia hart. not like this" thing too. its the kind of self indulgent story i can imagine myself writing as a teen, but it ultimately depends on what else they do with it. it can still end up going in a lame direction. i too am impatient, however. i do think its funny how im seeing a 50/50 mix of "damn wish that were me" and "i do Not like this treatment of julia" opinions tho

the heights in this dante martin vs rey fenix match. 20 foot vertical leaps "couldve gone for the cover. just saying 😒" shush jr. i want to see the flips

oh shit samoa joe is gonna fight the jonker

thunder rosa :)c :o serena deeb... this back and forth is a little bit corny but like. mid corny? it either needed to be more corny or less corny whoa... double or nothin showdown

OMG JOHN SILVER VS PUNK??? YES

im watching this match but boy is this crowd dead quiet. lmao @ jr's russian leg sweep comment getting shut down :o roh title...

[doubleattitude]

Larkin Dance Studio

Hall of Fame, Minneapolis 2004: RESULTS

Future Hall of Famer

Solo

1st: MacKenzie Jonhson-’She Is More’

2nd: McKenna Kongsvik-’Breath of Fresh Air’

3rd: Haley Fox-’Somewhere Over the Rainbow’

5th: Nathan Maas-’That My Attitude’

Duet/Trio

1st: ‘Hound Dog’

Line

1st: ‘Name Game’

2nd: ‘I Dream of Jeanie’

2nd: ‘Chi Hau Hau’

2nd: ‘Come on Ride the Train’

Junior

Solo

1st: Leah Kongsvik-’To the Dancers In the Rain’

2nd: Hallie Tansom-’Bushel and A Peck’

3rd: Allix Lowell-’Imaginary Friend’

4th: MacKenzie Symanietz-’This Is My Life’

4th: Shelby Henningsen-’Bye Bye Blackbird’

4th: Shelby Alden-’Completely’

4th: Kelsey Sutter-’I’m Available’

5th: Taylor Maas-’Addicted to Bass’

5th: Jennifer Burns-’If My Friends Could See Me Now’

6th: Sarah Ash-’Objection Tango’

7th: Ariel Harris-’Heart Breaker’

8th: Ashlee Fuss-’His Eye Is On the Sparrow’

8th: Madeline Montpetit-’Little Star’

8th: Charlene Christon-’Black Cat’

9th: Amanda Sampson-’My Little Angel’

Duet/Trio

1st: ‘The Girl Is Dangerous’

2nd: ‘The Prayer’

3rd: ‘Luck Be A Lady’

3rd: ‘Fever’

4th: ‘Black Widow’

Small Group

1st: ‘Caged Bird’

2nd: ‘State of Mind’

3rd: ‘I’m Your Man’

Line

1st: ‘What A Wonderful World’

2nd: ‘Wild Boys’

3rd: ‘Yummy Yummy’

4th: ‘Twister’

4th: ‘Brickhouse’

5th: ‘Pink Panther’

7th: ‘Puttin On the Ritz’

Teen

Solo

2nd: Jordan Sutter-’One Girl Revolution’

2nd: Danielle Maas-’Kissing You’

2nd: Alyssa Mann-’Enjoy’

3rd: Megan Bartie-’My Heart Belongs To Daddy’

4th: Kacey Hauk-’He Touched Me’

5th: Jimmy Johnson-’This Is The Moment’

5th: Alyssa Alden-’This Little Bird’

5th: Breanna Fuss-’Thief Of Your Heart’

5th: Megan Falteisek-’Hazy Shade of Winter’

5th: Elizabeth Claude-’Cabaret’

9th: Lisa Rosenberg-’One Night Only’

Duet/Trio

1st: ‘With You I’m Born Again’

2nd: ‘Fever’

3rd: ‘Pretty Girl’

Small Group

1st: ‘Hypnotized’

Line

1st: ‘Love Cats’

2nd: ‘Heart Breaker’

3rd: ‘Egypt’

3rd: ‘Nightmare’

Senior

Solo

1st: Kevin Delaney-’You Make Me’

2nd: Trump Card-’Thieves In the Temple’

3rd: Jillian O’Brien-’Calling You’

3rd: Janna Thomas-’Heart On My Sleeve’

3rd: Julie Eichten-’Bolero’

4th: Chelsey Hauk-’Unchained Melody’

4th: Sarah Carney-’Lola’

4th: Brittany Bloch-’Meet Me In the Red Room’

4th: Samantha Zack-’Dance 10 Look’s 3′

4th: Ashley Fwieg-’At Last’

4th: Stacey Weyandt-’Look At All The People’

5th: Lindsey Briggs-’I Am Walking’

5th: Brittani Bartone-’Beautiful’

5th: Justin Jackelen-’Fame’

7th: Tiffany Schrank-’Evil Girl’

8th: Maria Hermann-’Cool Mama’

8th: Josh Green-’Maybe I’m Amazed’

8th: Chelsey Hannah-’I Will Love You’

Duet/Trio

1st: ‘Hurt So Bad’

2nd: ‘Why Are You Running Away’

2nd: ‘Come What May’

3rd: ‘Hotel California’

4th: ‘My Immortal’

Small Group

1st: ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’

2nd: ‘Take Off With Us’

3rd: ‘Listen’

4th: ‘God’s Breath’

Large Group

1st: ‘Bring On the Men’

Line

1st: ‘Check It Out’

2nd: ‘Love Is’

3rd: ‘Bolero’

4th: ‘Summertime’

[yandere-daydreams]

Hi I was wondering if u could do a sequel to your trade off fanfic it’s sooo good and I need to know what happens next?!?!

You should just count yourself lucky this was one of the few pieces I wrote with a small continuation in-mind. Osamu’s my favorite, out of the twins, but it’s hard not to imagine Atsumu taking every opportunity to steal attention away from his twin, even with the twin they’re supposed to be sharing. He seems like the type to get… desperate, when he’s not in the spotlight.

Part One.

TW: Kidnapping, Emotional Manipualtion, Mentions of Violence, Slight Dehumanization, and Sligh Infantalization.

~

Osamu was stricter than Atsumu.

Atsumu was never kind. Even when you loved him, even when your relationship had been normal, he’d never been the type of boyfriend to bring home flowers or surprise you with a home-cooked dinner, even if he was more than happy to hang off of your waist and moan about how long it was taking as you made sure your pro-athlete didn’t starve to death. No, he wasn’t considerate, he wasn’t even nice, but he never made an effort to be cruel, either. When you acted-up, when you tried to run away, he would slap you or put you over his knee or do something painful and humiliating, but it’d never last for more than a few hours, and as long as you apologized and promised to be better, he’d never hold it against you. Osamu had rules. He had a method to his madness. When you fought back, you weren’t just told you were incapable, you were treated like you were incapable. Your restraints got tighter, your freedoms dwindled until they’d abandoned you completely. He’d let your misdeeds build up until he had to hurt you, until he could say he didn’t have a choice. He stood back and watch you dig your own grave, only to push you in when it was too deep to climb out of.

Atsumu treated you like a partner who didn’t know they were meant to love him back.

Osamu treated you like a pet who should know better than to not love him back.

That’s not to say you didn’t still hate Atsumu. You did. You hated him and his brother more than one person should hate anyone. You just couldn’t rember why you’d hated Atsumu so much--

“Hey there, thinkin’ about how much you miss me?”

Oh. Right.

That’s why.

It took you a second too long to curl into yourself, to snap in the direction of the familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone and bare your teeth at Atsumu’s smirking, unwanted face. You had been lost in thought, technically, but not of your own volition. After your latest bout of ‘misbehavior’, as your current captor put it, he’d started confiscating your books, your luxuries, anything and everything that might stop you from reconsidering your actions, like a child forced in the corner for a prolonged time-out. You didn’t have anything to do except think, but Atsumu didn’t have to know that. He didn’t get to know that. He didn’t get to know anything about you.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You spat, forcing the question out through gritted teeth. Anyone else stumbling into your bedroom would’ve been a god-send, it would’ve been a miracle. If Atsumu decided to make an appearance, it was only to throw you back into his basement, rather than his brother’s spare room. “Don’t tell me that you and Osamu are comparing notes, now. You might actually figure out how to stop me from leaving, if you put your two brain cells together.”

“That’s not the kind of language you should be usin’ with me, is it?” This question was just as mocking as his last, salt that was only ground deeper into your wounds as Atsumu took a step closer, then another, leaving the door ajar behind him. You considered trying to run, trying to push past him and see if you’d be able to make it further than the threshold, but just as your feet began to twitch, his fist was closing around your collar and he was dragging you to the edge of your bed, posing you to face him as he scanned over your form, his smirk dropping into a sneer as he evaluated what Osamu had dressed you in, what Osamu had done to you. Still, you couldn’t tell what bothered him more - the faded bruises encircling your wrists and the bandages plastered to your sides from his last punishment, or the monstrous, lacy things Osamu preferred to dress you in. “What’s he doin’ to you, baby? No wonder ‘samu wanted me to drop off some of your stuff, I’d kill him for makin’ me wear--”

“What do you mean he wanted you to? How did you know where I am?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened, his nails digging into the thin fabric. Instantly, you knew you shouldn’t have spoken.

“He hasn’t told you.” There was a laugh, breathy and amazed and disbelieving, as if there was some great, astounding, wonderful secret Osamu was supposed to share with you and hadn’t. In the blink of an eye, he’d let go of your collar, but the liberation was fleeting. Instead, his fingers were quick to tangle themselves in your hair, jerking you upward as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his grin pressing against your skin, not doing any harm but sending a reflexive, frigid jolt of panic down the length of your spine. You tried to push him away, shoving at his chest and attempting to put the smallest amount of distance between your body and his, but Atsumu was more than happy to drag you closer, to hold you tighter. “He hasn’t told you anything. Damn, and I was startin’ to think I was the mean one.” Another laugh, a chuckle this time. “He tried to make himself sound like a real hero, right? Such a good guy, taking in a stray from evil, clumsy Atsumu? How long did it take you to realize he was just as fucked up as your old-guy?”

You shook your head, but the sense of betrayal was numb, dull, a well-used blade struggling to find its way to your heart. Osamu hadn’t lied, or… he hadn’t lied for very long, at least. He’d made it sound like he’d gotten lucky. You’d just chosen the wrong place to go, the wrong pair of arms to run into. If this was supposed to happen, if they’d wanted this to happen, that would mean he knew what Atsumu was doing and he hadn’t…

You didn’t think you liked what that would mean.

You opened your mouth, ready to deny it, but before you could get a word out, Atsumu was being dragged away from you, revealing Osamu standing behind him, all tension and sharp frowns and narrow glares at his brother and at you, more the former than the latter. You forced yourself to relax, to fold your hands in your lap and take on the softened, fragile posture Osamu was so adamant that you maintain, but obedience did little to save you from the harshness in his voice, as he spoke. “I told you to stay out,” He grunted, ignoring you in favor of reprimanding Atsumu. “(Y/n) ain’t yours, right now. You have to wait your turn if you wanna play with ‘em.” 

“So cold, ‘samu. What I’d do to get on your bad side?” In an instant, Atsumu was all high-pitched whines and dramatic pouts, making a point of rubbing at the back of his neck and turning his back to you, his obsession seemingly forgotten at the hint of something more interesting to do. “I’m just makin’ sure our baby knows what’s goin’ on. It’d be a shame if someone left ‘em in the dark, wouldn’t it?”

Osamu moved to answer, but you were faster, this time. “Is it true, Osamu?” You asked, the words hardly loud enough to be audible. “Did you... did you know?” 

For a second, he met your eyes, and something almost apologetic flashed across his expression. 

You might’ve been able to believe it was, if he wasn’t so quick to turn away. 

“Get out.” If he was growling before, he was seething now, his shoulders squaring as he cocked his head towards the door, his hands balling into fists at his sides so tightly, you had to wonder if he’d manage to draw blood. “You’ve already done enough damage. I don’t need you going around, saying that kinda shit and puttin’ more ideas into their head. Get out before I throw you out.” 

Atsumu just shrugged, only slapping his brother’s back as he passed by, making no move to argue, to stay, to take you back. It seemed like he wasn’t going to acknowledge your presence at all until he reached the door, pausing for a little too long as he threw an idle, careless smirk over his shoulder. As consceded as it was crushing. 

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, angelface.” 

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Another list! Of stuff I liked about Supergirl ep. 6x03, “Phantom Menaces”! AKA:

Spoilers!

WOW HEY WOW I LOVED THIS EPISODE.

BECAUSE EVERYONE IS HAVING FEELINGS.

(This is gonna be all over the place I can tell, apologies in advance for poor organization)

Okay, so! Right off the bat (‘ha ha’ but like, in a sad way) we learn that poor Silas has been Phantom’d. :C

We then get even MORE Phantom action back in the actual Phantom Zone--Kara’s plan to literally grab a ride doesn’t go over so well WHICH LEADS TO!

Kara making a Phantom Zone Friend! Yay! :D  

Pretty much immediately on board with Nixly’s (I refuse to try and spell out her full name) chaotic energy. Brilliant. Amazing. 10/10, hope she’s not secretly evil.

Kara’s physical vulnerability bringin’ in those “Human for a Day” vibes, yes, good, yes.

Then we’re BACK AT THE TOWER and things aren’t looking great for Silas! J’onn is blocking out his emotions! Brainy is neck deep in his! 

AND SPEAKING OF FEELINGS.

ALEX.

WITH THE CRYSTAL.

OOOOooOOooOOH NooOOOOOOOOOO

Side note: Love that Kara’s last will and testament is like, ‘Four for you, Eliza and Alex Danvers!’

‘Aaaaaand none for Jeremiah, okay bye.’

Puttin’ a pin in the Luthor stuff. We’ll get to it.

Back to the Tower! Alright, first and foremost, probably a silly thing but I’m glad the Super Friends are just...dressed casually.

I was concerned at the outset of this season that we’d see them all in their Super Suits™ most of the time because everyone’s a vigilante now, but fortunately that is not the case!

Appreciate that the Phantoms are actually a particular type of alien. As far as I know, ‘Zulian Maletarians’ are original to the show--no reference to preexisting DC stuff.

Something I noticed upon a re-watch--my suspension of disbelief allows for the physical phantom transformation...but they also all sprout matching dark robes???

Sure, Jan. 

Anyways. Then WEAPONS GRADE ANGST, as Alex has like, combo PTSD/guilt trip reaction to Phantom’d Silas. 

Just like. The frozen, helpless look? 

NOW I’M HAVING FEELINGS, HOW DARE.

And the hits keep comin’, cause we’ve got a balcony talk between J’onn and Alex but it’s tense and sad and gosh I love it.

Back in Kara’s Phantom Zone Adventure, love her Wizard of Oz-esque gathering of companions on her way to see the Wizard find an escape.

This week it felt like there was a better handle on the close-ups? Like, they were pretty apparent in 6x02. Here, they’re a little less obvious. (Or maybe I’m just getting used to them IDK. XD)

Az-Rel is a deep Detective Comics Comics cut--a Kryptonian prisoner in the Phantom Zone who has pyrokinesis! 

(tHEy DoNT ReSpECT tHe cOMicS!!! Except that they do, and y’all don’t even NOTICE.) 

Glad that both Kelly and M’gann had plot stuff to do this week, instead of just offering emotional support to everyone else.

I forgot to mention it last week so I’ll just quickly mention that I like the glow-y purple lights in the Tower. Very nice touch, J’onn.

(But how is he affording this?)

(And for that matter...are Kara and Nia now the only members of the Super Friends with jobs?)

I’ll dispense with the linear approach because the back-and-forth between plotlines is getting to be a bit much, SO!

On the Kelly and M’gann note: Again, really liked that they’re not simply there to be cheerleaders for the other characters. M’gann still feels a little like she’s at the mercy of plot whims, but. Progress!

And then Kelly! I mentioned this last season--I like that they’ve built up her character such that her inclusion in like. Bad-guy fights makes sense, even though she’s maybe not as directly connected to the action as other members of the Super Friends, being more ‘team CatCo/Obsidian’ than ‘Tower’

(Spoiler-y info suggests that will change as the season progresses so we’ll see how that goes!)

I liked this Final Phantom Fight more than the one in 6x02--the direction/blocking felt a little less ‘everyone stand on your marks in a line and shoot up at the CGI stuff’. 

I mean it was still essentially that, but. Just worked a bit better here, IMO.

And Alex can quick-change now! Love that it has the red glow of Martian shapeshifting.

Oliver Queen out there somewhere in the afterlife, seething with jealousy.

(Jumping back, just think it’s funny that, presumably, emergency services got a call about the Phantoms like, ‘911, what’s your emergency?’ ‘We’ve got hostile ghosts!’)

Alright, circling back to the Luthors!

Brainy and Lena are feeling their feelings, folks.

Loved all Brainy’s stuff. Particularly, his enraged, “I hate him! I hate him!” and then his quieter, broken, “I miss her.”

Just. So good.

(But man he is...2 for 3 on busted tech. Keyboard, tablet...fortunately the TV was spared but it was close!)

And Lena had some growth! 

I’m just at the point where I’m never gonna like. Enjoy the character--too many years of fandom baggage unfortunately. But credit where it is due: NO MORE LITTLE BOXES, THANK GOODNESS.

She’s gone from Bowler Hat Guy to Elsa. Good for her.

The amount of Lex this week was about as much as I can handle anymore. Simmering in the background, antagonizing Lena...that’s where he belongs.

(But he can leave now, thanks.)

Okay so BACK TO KARA, b/c you know. I’m biased.

Her time in the Phantom Zone is a little less introspective than I expected, thus far. However! Still the good Kara content I crave.

Kara making friends and influencing others with her sheer determination and compassion? 

Almost like...her real power lies in her ability to inspire others. 

Gasp! A theme!

Also the mention of fractured memories...intriguing! 

And will no-doubt dovetail into the upcoming time-travel/flashback episodes.

I am excited.

An aside: Kara’s gonna be so distressed that she missed out on all these big emotional milestones.

“J’onn and M’gann soul-bonded? Alex and Kelly moved in together? Lena and Brainy engaged in healthy coping mechanisms???”

She’s gonna have so many Hallmark cards to buy.

*Card with a cute smiley face on it* *opens it up* ‘Congrats on not murdering your brother!’

I’m sure there’s a bunch of other great stuff I’m missing but that’s all I can remember at the moment, so!

TL;DR - SO MANY FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGS! From everyone! It was great.

NEXT WEEK: Phantom Friends Fight to Find a Feasible Flight from the Frigid Fathomage of the Former Fort Rozz!

[dettiot]

the town on the prairie

When he stepped off the train, the first thing Ben Kenobi noticed was the fresh, strong wind. It made the prairie grasses sway, tossing the wildflowers that bloomed among the grasses. It caused the little meadowlarks to dip and soar as they sang their song. 

And it filled his heart with gratitude for God, for creating such a world. 

“Mr. Kenobi?” 

Turning his head, he saw a few men gathered in a clump. The one who spoke revealed himself to be a young man, several years younger than Ben himself, who smiled and tipped his broad-brimmed hat at him. “Welcome to Kalevala.”

“Thank you,” Ben said, tucking the carpetbag with his clothes under his arm and extending his hand. 

“Anakin Skywalker,” the young man said with a hearty shake, before turning to the other men. “This is Mr. Rex, the blacksmith, Mr. Dex of Dex’s Hotel and Restaurant, Mr. Kryze who runs our general store and is the justice of the peace, and finally, Mayor Palpatine.” 

Shaking hands and exchanging greetings, Ben did his best to make a good impression. These were clearly the leading men of town, and if he wanted to stay in Kalevala, and make the Congregational Church a success, he would need their support. 

“Mr. Kenobi, it’s a pleasure to have you here,” the mayor said, speaking last of the group. “Kalevala is a godly town, to be sure, but the presence of a minister leading services can only be a positive.” 

There was something about the elderly man that troubled Ben. He was saying the precise words that Ben would have expected him to say, but . . . they had no feeling behind them. 

What a strange feeling, Ben thought as he did his best to shake aside his thoughts and stay in this moment. 

“Thank you, sir,” Ben replied instead. “I want to start services as soon as possible.” 

The mayor smiled. “Just what I hoped to hear. You’ll have to talk to young Anakin here about the progress on the church building; he’s in charge of it.”

Anakin looked like he was barely out of his teens, but then, Ben supposed the prairie made you grow up fast. 

“I’ll be takin’ you over to the hotel to get you settled,” Anakin said. “Here, let me--”

He reached out to take one of the two carpetbags that Ben was carrying. Unfortunately, the young man grabbed the one with all of Ben’s books. 

“This way,” Anakin said, barely showing any discomfort at the heavy load, as he took off walking. 

Nodding quickly to the other men, Ben hurried after Anakin. “Mr. Skywalker, you don’t need to carry my bag--”

“Nothing to it,” Anakin said, his smile free and open and easy. “Like the mayor said, the church building is comin’ along. I thought you’d want to prioritize that, before your house. So we’ll be puttin’ you up at Dex’s until the church is finished and I can get your place done. Shouldn’t be more than a few weeks--month at most.” 

“Thank you,” Ben said, surprised at the young man’s informality and ease. It made him feel stiff and upright, but . . . he didn’t know how else to be. 

“What brings you to the prairie?” Anakin asked, picking his way along the road between two lines of pine buildings, their false fronts making each edifice look taller than it actually was. 

Even though Ben had answered that question truthfully whenever he was asked why he was going to the wilds of Dakota, instead of staying at a church in New York, he found himself being more honest with this young man. “I wanted to see the frontier. To . . . to feel like I was making a difference in a place where vices aren’t so evil.” 

Anakin’s face, even shadowed by his hat, seemed to darken. “I thought all vice was evil and a sin.” 

“They are,” Ben said, trying not to fidget with his carpetbag. “At least, they are all evil to different degrees. A liking for drink, feelings of envy or jealousy or unkindness . . . those are simple. Easy to understand, easy to address. But vices such as a need for power, the manipulation of the truth, vanity and pride and hypocrisy . . . When men think they do not live on God’s Earth and they take pleasure in their vices, it is hard for a man of God to work against such a mindset.” 

He supposed Anakin must think him a coward, since Ben was thinking the same thing of himself. He rushed ahead. “I worked in a city in New York, where powerful men made all the rules. They would gladly offer up a hundred dollars when a flood wiped out peoples’ homes--yet if a beggar came to their door, they would call out the dogs. And I found myself longing to be in a place that wasn’t so built up and old.” 

“Huh,” Anakin said. “Guess I never thought about it like that.” 

A strained silence fell between them, only punctuated by the sound of the town around them. As he caught sight of the signboard advertising Dex’s Hotel and Restaurant, Ben squared his shoulders. “I apologize for talking so much.” 

“No apology necessary,” Anakin said, pushing open the door of the hotel and holding it for Ben. He whipped off his hat and smiled at Ben again. “You’ve given me somethin’ to think about. I nearly went into the ministry, myself. A preacher wanted to adopt me when I was small, but I stayed with my mom. I couldn’t leave her.” 

As soon as Ben was through the door, and before he had finished digesting this unexpected bit of news, Anakin stopped holding the door and hurried over to the front desk. “Mom?” he called out, his smile growing truly brilliant when an older woman, short and with dark, gray-streaked hair, appeared. 

“Hello, Ani,” she said with a smile, before looking at Ben. “Hello, Mr. Kenobi. Welcome to Dex’s.” 

“Thank you,” Ben said, approaching the woman and finding himself growing more at peace than he had been in quite a while. Her brown eyes were warm and knowing, making Ben feel measured without being judged. 

Then she smiled and dipped in a shallow curtsey. “Mrs. Shmi Skywalker. Let me get you your room key so you can rest after your journey.” 

“I appreciate that, Mrs. Skywalker,” Ben said. “Your son was very kind to listen to me talk his ear off on the way from the train station.” 

Mrs. Skywalker smiled brightly at her son, who looked both sheepish and unrepentant. “Ani has always been so curious.” 

“So was I--and still am, I must admit,” Ben said, his shoulders relaxing. 

“Curiosity is a good thing,” Mrs. Skywalker acknowledged as she handed him over a key and two folded towels. “Hotel guests get their meals in the restaurant. It’s after lunch now, but I’m sure we can get you some tea and a sandwich to hold you until dinner.”

Ben was ready to demur about needing any food, even though his stomach felt very empty, when Anakin suddenly straightened up and began smoothing his wind-mussed hair. 

Mrs. Skywalker gave her son a fond look, then glanced out the window. “Although plans do change.” 

The door of the hotel opened and Ben turned to see two young women enter. They were quite dissimilar in appearance: one was petite and brunette, with warm brown eyes and an air of kindness and quiet strength. When she looked at Anakin, her whole face lit up with a happy smile. 

Her companion, however . . . she was tall and long-limbed, graceful and strong. Her hair was the color of sunlight on a winter’s morning and her eyes were like chips of blue ice. Her eyes met his and Ben wondered why he felt an instant spark. She seemed so reserved and distant, like an ice goddess from a children’s fairy story, yet . . . he didn’t think that was who she truly was. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Amidala, Miss Kryze,” Mrs. Skywalker said. “I see you couldn’t wait to meet our new minister.” 

“Well, Satine did and I just came along,” said the brunette woman, finally tearing her eyes away from Anakin.

Ben did his best to juggle his carpetbag, his hat, and his room key and towels, before he finally thought to place the last three items on the desk in order to face the ladies with a free hand. 

“Good afternoon. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said, wondering which one was Miss Amidala and which one was Miss Kryze. “Miss Kryze, are you related to the Mr. Kryze who runs the town general store?” 

“He’s my father,” the blonde said, tilting her head as she looked at him. 

Unlike Mrs. Skywalker, there was definitely judgement in her gaze. Ben did his best to withstand her scrutiny, feeling thankful when the brunette--Miss Amidala--stepped forward with a friendly smile. 

“I’m Padme Amidala,” she said, offering a gentle curtsey. “I’m the schoolteacher.” 

“Ben Kenobi, miss,” he said, bowing to her. “Perhaps later we could talk about any religious instruction I might offer to your students. Or perhaps a Sunday school.” 

“That would be wonderful,” Miss Amidala said. She glanced at her friend and laughed softly. “Satine, perhaps you should introduce yourself now that you’ve gotten a measure of Mr. Kenobi.” 

Miss Kryze gave Miss Amidala a look, then turned back to Ben. “Satine Kryze, as you’ve probably figured out by now. Mr. Kenobi, what is your position on heathens and atheists?” 

Ben blinked a little. “Atheists? People who don’t believe in God?” 

She nodded. “Do you think people who believe in other Gods, or don’t believe in God at all, should be left alone and not preached at, or do you think they should be forced to endure your church services and give lip service to things they do not believe in?” 

It was such an odd question, one he had been totally unprepared for. He knew what the teachings of his Church was, how the other ministers who had taught him would respond. He thought for a moment, and then realized he didn’t want to just spout cliches. 

“Speaking for myself alone . . . I don’t think anyone responds to being preached at,” Ben said. “I think if someone has different beliefs or does not even believe in God, that is their faith, not any different from the faith I have in God and His great works. I would hope we have advanced past the idea of all of us needing to believe the same things in order to live in a community together. However, I hope the church here in Kalevala can do good for all of its residents, regardless of their beliefs.” 

He paused, and couldn’t help a small smile. “And maybe they might want to listen to a sermon or two and see if there’s anything I might offer to them as spiritual comfort.”

“Ahhh, and here comes the stick to go with the carrot,” Miss Kryze said, her nose wrinkling. “Charity should not come with strings.” 

“Did I say that?” Ben said, doing his best to hold on to his temper. “I don’t believe I did, Miss Kryze.” 

She tossed her head. “Ministers are all alike. Full of expressions of piety and goodness, but just as venal and vengeful as any man.” 

His blood boiled at her casual dismissal. He knew he should turn the other cheek, try and defuse the growing tension, but . . . but . . . 

“I suppose you must be an atheist, Miss Kryze. Rest assured that you could lose everything tomorrow, and I would still pray for you and do everything in my power to help you, even if you kept insulting me the whole time,” Ben retorted. 

“We cannot look to God to save us,” Miss Kryze said, stepping closer to him. “We can be a community without piety or faith, simply by relying on our shared bonds as humans and workers in a world determined to crush us.” 

“Without faith, there is nothing,” Ben said, hearing how loud his voice was and unable to lower it. 

Suddenly, Mrs. Skywalker appeared, taking Miss Kryze’s arm. “Please, you’re both causing a disturbance. I’m sure neither of you are at your best at the moment, so perhaps you could continue this conversation later.” 

Miss Kryze looked immediately regretful. But when her eyes met Ben’s again, he knew her regret was for being loud, not for her actual words. 

“I apologize, Mrs. Skywalker,” she said quietly. 

“Having strong opinions is nothing to apologize for,” she said with a gentle smile. “It was very entertaining to watch you two. Perhaps we could start a debating society in town.”

Miss Kryze looked intrigued, but then let out a soft laugh that sounded like bells ringing. “My father would love that.” 

“I thought so as well,” Mrs. Skywalker said, her eyes dancing with mischief. At that moment, Ben could see the resemblance between herself and her son, given their physical disparity. 

Miss Kryze looked at Ben again, one eyebrow arched. “If I haven’t scared you off, perhaps we could continue this discussion another time?” 

Ben bowed a little, grateful to have regained a hold on his temper and remembering the need to not ruffle anyone’s feathers. “Of course, Miss Kryze.” 

She frowned for a moment, like she was confused, before she turned and then cleared her throat loudly. 

Miss Amidala, who had drawn close to Anakin, straightened up and blushed quickly. She gave a flustered smile to Anakin, who smiled back at her like she was his sun, and then followed Miss Kryze out the door. 

Anakin drifted over to stand beside Ben. “Isn’t she something?” he said, gazing out the window at the two ladies. 

They were talking to another young woman, allowing Ben and Anakin to watch them both. And even though Ben knew that Anakin was talking about Miss Amidala, he found his own eyes drifting towards Miss Kryze. 

“Yes . . . she is something,” he said quietly.

End.

My Star Wars Fic Masterlist

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king u gonna elaborate on virgin benrey

 listen i have kiryu “is 100% a virgin at the ripe old age of 37, and this is appealing to me instead of fucking hilarious″ kazuma disease and it has followed me here. also this kind of branches into a completely different kink at the end b/c i am diseased

so you know how i write "obviously fucks good and hard all the time" benrey. well........you know.......like..........what if......................he didnt. what if he was. what if he had never fucked before in his life and his incessant flirting finally works and hes like "i did not expect to get this far."

envision, if u will, the delightful awkwardness of virgin benrey + "has never had sex with a dude before" gordon

ive definitely brought up the possibilities of gordon going all science-brain on null benrey before but i think it works just as well on virgin benrey too. its a learning experience for both of them and if theres one thing gordons good at, its research. and gordon probably gets way too up in his own head about making sure he does this shit right and spends a lot of sleepless nights googling "how to have sex with dudes" and, you know, researching, 

if benreys not the one fucking babying him thru his first gay experiences he is probably going to bungle it so fucking badly and i think it would be really funny 

alternatively please consider gordon being so fucking neurotic about benrey never having done this shit before that he avoids the subject as hard as possible, thinking that hes gonna dick it up hardcore, but the whole time benreys just thinking "bro i havent had my dick touched in [however long hes been alive]. come on". the tension

furiously making out with him behind a fucking crate in black mesa and then realizing this is Going Places and gordons voice breaks as he says, way too loud, "I GOTTA UHHH GO RELOAD MY SMG. RIGHT NOW"

you think gordon is touch starved ? no. Hell with this 

Im just tsying theres no evidence hes been touched at all by another human being in his life before this. if hes video game in real he benrey noclip out of being touched 

what if he like, chooses not to noclip/not feel....ON that time gordon catches him. just cuz hes curious, a gay impulse. or maybe hes so surprised (and gay) he forgets to avoid it

and oh, to be in gordon freeman's gentle grasp. makes him into an unholy annoyance of awkward gayness for the rest of the series

YEAS.......also he has definitely thought hard about sucking gordons dick but doesnt actually have any idea how he would go about it. hes just heard its cool

giddy thinking about the scenario where its actually benrey whos terrible at sucking dick b/c hes never done it before and gordon who actually does suck dick like a champ

i know that this is literally the plot of the very first serious nsfw fic in this fandom but still. virgin beney. benrey getting sucked off for the first time in his entire life and shaking like a fucking leaf......

Power trip of Gordon realizing this guy whose been hitting on him the whole time has no idea what to actually do 

Gordon Freeman Gives Benrey A Prostate Exam

its a joke but its not a joke. virgin benrey being vaguely aware that being fucked by gordon freeman would be cool, in theory, but not fully conceptualizing of how you actually get a dick in your ass until gordons like "what?? no, dude, you cant just stick it in there" and gives him a demonstration and thats how benrey discovers he has a prostate 

benrey like "idgi man this just feels weird. when do we get to theohhh my god what. what that" and gordons like "what, u mean this?" (curls his fingers again) mean smirk hours

i want him to make a squeaky little noise when gordon says that and curls his fingers again, and gordon's like "ha- knew he'd like it" and keeps kneading him a while; but oops, suddenly benrey's coming with an even squeakier noise 

gordon's so surprised he just keeps going, hes like, not comprehending until benys whining at him to stop

a thought: benreys not good at "being human" and probably doesnt actually know whats supposed to happen when u nut so every time hes been jackin it he just does it until it starts to be Just A Little Too Much and then hes like "mission accomplished" and stops. imagine his fucking surprise when  gordons jerking him off and he doesnt stop and hes like "wh ha hu what the fuck i already got off bro" and gordon just stares at him and the distinctive lack of cum on his hand and s like ".......did you?  you sure about that one." 

tl;dr benrey squirming and babbling and digging his fingers into gordons back as he begs him to keep going, he doesnt know whats gonna happen and hes feeling totally overwhelmed b/c gordons pushing him further than hes ever been pushed and he keeps inadvertently trying to wriggle away b/c its So Much but gordon, maybe, pins down his hips so he can get benrey off For Real....... 

even better if its when gordons sucking him off for the first time so he can wrap his arms and hands around benreys thighs to keep them spread wide open and firmly in place 

knees shaking and thighs jumping constantly 

and benrey has no idea when its supposed to be over so he cant even warn gordon properly. he just keeps getting louder and louder....... 

maybe even.......completely hunched over gordon......pushing him down on his dick with his hands in his hair....... 

alternating between babbling "stop" and "dont stop" b/c hes stupid 

eventually gordon gets so sick of benrey not being able to decide whether he wants to shove gordon onto his dick or yank him off that he just pulls off and says "look, man, do you trust me?" b/c he would really like to just get benrey to stop edging himself here 

UNINTENTIONAL OVERSTIMULATION.......THE TEARS........HHHHHHH

and he eventually gets benrey to nod furiously at him that he trusts him and gordons just like, okay, im not gonna stop then. im gonna keep going. and.......he does 

eyes glazed, hair sticking to him with sweat, hips all twitchy, dick all red, face also all red 

sucking benrey dry until hes over sensitive....... 

He started off spasming then he’s rocking into Gordon’s face by the time he’s wailing his name. Panting and gasping like he’s fucking DROWNING 

gordon meanwhile almost nuts in his pants from the fuckin show that benreys puttin on for him and hes not even trying. hes just Like This. gordons got jerkoff material for the next month just thinking about the way benrey wails his name and clutches his hair tight 

benreys like (slurred) 'u gonna jack off or sumn.......was it not hot'. gordon fighting with every cell of his body not to scream "WAS IT NOT HOT?"

trying to decide what would be hotter: gordon jacking off while hes on his knees with his head resting on benreys thigh or jerking off on benreys stomach and.....r.......rubbing it in

benrey watching gordon cum and feeling a whole new context for it cause now he knows how good it feels and gets turned on again faster-

thinking.......about.......th. next time. now that benreys figured it out. he gives it a try on his own time and hes so surprised that it works that he goes up to gordon like "yo. check this out. i figured out how to jack it" and gordon has the most unimpressed look on his face imaginable 

"proud of you, buddy. am i good to go back to watching storage wars, or" "you wanna uhhh.....wanna see it maybe?" and that changes his entire tune

imagining benrey being so fucking bad at it still that he keeps doing the start-stop shit b/c its so intense and hes not used to it and the thing that actually gets him to finish is gordon, pants down to his knees and fisting his own dick like he might die tomorrow, leaning forward and telling him that hes got this, benreys gonna come for him, right? come for gordon? 

gordon fucking telling him "dont stop" WRT jerking himself off and benrey just listening to him and pushing himself is ruining my fuckin mind 

its a really good thought......i love how it plays into non-human benrey having to figure out human stuff........makes me crayz

probably keeps being sensitive for a long while too........ (mumbling very very quietly) and if hes so sensitive from never being touched before......maybe hes kind of........uhhh..................ticklish

new layers to the whole "oh my god its too much stop it" + "i actually dont want you to stop touching" thing .. . . .. . . . + gordon powertripping when he realizes whats going on with him and why he keeps jerking away and trying not to laugh when gordon touches him like on his stomach or his sides

benrey accidentally jerks too hard and knees gordon in the dick from how ticklish he feels just from like, hands on his sides or something

i was actually thinking about......like.......gordon laying on the ground and suffering (because why wouldnt i be thinking about gordon suffering) and deciding that enough is enough and offering to.......desensitize benrey. you know. for his own health

you know. uhhh. tying up his arms and legs, perhaps, and. you know. "do not noclip through these. i swear to god, benrey, if you kick me in the dick again" 

i'm think about benrey begging gordon to stop, so he does, to check if this is a Forreal stop or a "hahah nooo~" stop, and benrey asks him through gasps to keep fucking tickling him (except he just says smth to the effect of ."gh.. ....keep doing it dude wuhdah hell...") and gordon gets an evil fucking grin and just feels on top of the world "yeah?? think you can handle it, huh???" and just destroys him. benrey thinks about gordon's horny manic face for weeks 

neither of them had a thing for this before this point but the combination of feeling like hes being tickled and gordons hands on him for the first time making him mad horny gives benrey a brand new fucking fetish. gordons manic fucking face im so glad we are on the same wavelength about that

i truly hate my own posts. incurable. diseased

[dsoe-masteroftheheavenlyyard]

Chapter 4–The Heroes; Scene 4

master of the heavenly yard pages 79-89

Eventually everyone had opened their eyes, and were all gathered around Arth in the Hall of Mirrors.

They all wound up discussing what they would do now.

“—I think we ought to keep watch here,” Prime Minister Minis declared openly, his expression reserved. “At this point in time we are outnumbered by our enemy. And when the main unit is added on to it—Not to mention, they are people from a time period much later than ours, and obviously they are highly skilled with weapons. By contrast, there are…many people here who know nothing of combat. We have no hope of victory.”

“Even so, that doesn’t mean we can just leave the princess in danger, yannow!”

The one who countered him there was Chartette, who had been a maid attendant on the princess.

“But she’s not necessarily in danger, is she?” said Retasan Fortress’ commander Lily as she walked forward.

“Obviously she is, yannow!”

“But Riliane has died and become a soul just like the rest of us. It’s not like they can do anything further to her now, right?”

“—I’m not so sure.” The person who interjected there was the head maid, and also one of the Three Heroes, Mariam. “Those men outside must know that too. And yet the fact that they’re chasing the princess despite that…Perhaps they know some method to kill souls further, or even have them erased.”

“Does such a method exist, Mariam?” asked Riliane’s mother, Queen Anne.

“I don’t know…But there was once someone who had the ability to freely transfer souls. If that person were involved—”

“Who—do you mean?”

“…Abyss I.R. The woman who killed my parents and raised me to be an assassin.”

The moment that name left Mariam’s lips, a commotion began among several people.

“You’re the adopted daughter of Abyss I.R. …This is first I’m hearing of it.” Germaine didn’t hide her surprise.

“Yes. This is the first time I’ve told that to anyone—Or rather, I myself had lost my memories of it before. How ironic that I finally remember now after becoming a spirit. …Well, that aside. Whatever the case, though she may be a disembodied soul we can’t definitively say that she’s safe.”

“To put it another way,” For the first time Arth, who had been quietly listening to everyone else’s opinions, opened his mouth. “If we were to face off against those others…there’s a non-zero chance that we will be erased ourselves.”

An unpleasant silence fell over the room.

“…Can I say one thing?” cut in a bespectacled man with his hand raised.

“And you are?” Arth asked his name.

“This is our first time meeting, Your Majesty. I am the merchant, Keel Freezis.”

“I see. …So then, do you have a suggestion?”

“The weapons that the troops outside carry—Judging by appearance, I would think those are guns. As Prime Minister Minis just said, they are most likely much more powerful than the matchlock weapons we are more familiar with.”

“That seems certain, assuming that the flow of time is consistent with advancements in technology.”

“Right. But, as they are also spirits like us, then it follows that those weapons are illusions borne out of their imagination. Just like this palace, and the clothes we’re all wearing. So then—what if we also created guns like the ones they’re carrying with our ‘imagination’? If we do, we’ll be on even ground in the way of weapons, at least.”

“Hmm…Good point.”

But someone appeared who went against Keel’s view.

“I think that might be tricky, Papa.”

Unexpectedly enough, it was Keel’s own daughter, the novelist Yukina.

“Why is that, Yukina?”

“It’s true that we souls are able to create things that used to exist on the ground world by using our imaginations. But…after doing some experimenting, it seems there are limits to it.”

“Limits?”

“Yeah. It’s simple. The things we can create—are only that which the soul in question had knowledge and experience with when they were alive. For example…I’ll show you right now—Hah!”

The moment Yukina called out, she was holding a rifle in her hand.

It was exactly like those of the Tasan army soldiers in design.

“And now, with this gun…Miss Lily, could you go stand at that wall over there?”

“…? Sure, like this?”

Immediately after Lily went to stand at the wall at Yukina’s instruction—

“--!? Ow!”

--Yukina aimed the gun at her and fired.

“…As you can see, while in appearance it may resemble a modern weapon, its power is only that of the matchlock variety from our time. So it doesn’t have much point to—”

“Just wait one second, Yukina! Why did you fire it at me!?” Lily yelled at Yukina, clutching her abdomen with both hands.

“Oh, well I just, I figured you were the most sturdy out of everyone here…”

“There are plenty of other tough guys around here! And ya didn’t need to shoot at anyone in the first place!”

There was a murmur of laughter among those watching the two argue.

…But it quickly came to a stop.

Ultimately, they still hadn’t come to a resolution.

“…”

It seemed that Arth was thinking about something as he remained silent—

Eventually he spoke out to the crowd, appearing to have made up his mind, “As you can expect—I cannot leave my daughter in danger. I intend to do battle to stop those soldiers. …The kingdom of Lucifenia is no more, and we are little more than lifeless souls. There are many among you who once served Lucifenia—who served directly under me—but there is no need to observe that any longer. I wish only for those who…want to protect Riliane to fight alongside me.”

Everyone listened to Arth speak in silence.

But…no one immediately raised their hand at his suggestion.

“My King. I’m sorry, but…I dunno if you understand our feelings here.”

A large, one-eyed man took a step forward from among the assembled crowd.

“York…It’s been a while.”

“--! You remember a lowly soldier like me?”

“How could I forget? You sustained that wound on your eye protecting me.”

“There was that. But that’s a thing of the past now. Yes, the long ago past…My king, we have--grown too used to peace. We died and went to heaven, and in that garden of Champs-Élysées we have led lives without strife. Though you ask us to fight again, this late in our existence…I just can’t get on board.”

“…I do understand. It’s true there is something about that place that puts one’s heart at ease. It felt very comfortable for me as well.”

“That ain’t all. Well, it might be a bit off for me to say despite coming to this banquet all nonchalantly like this, but…You know what your daughter did, don’t you? For the people of Lucifenia, Riliane was nothing less…than a ‘Daughter of Evil’. I haven’t got the heart to hate her after so long…but I also can’t bring myself to wanna fight on behalf of that princess if it means puttin’ myself in danger. And I wager that’s true of everyone else here.”

“…”

Arth knew that York didn’t say those things out of any malice.

He had done nothing more than air his honest opinion after thinking on the matter himself.

“Does this mean my daughter’s…Riliane’s sins are unforgiveable, after all?”

“Those men outside called the princess a ‘criminal’, didn’t they? You might not wanna hear it, but maybe they’re right—”

At that moment, Germaine—who had been listening in from behind—whispered:

.

“Her sins can never be forgiven—Is that truly so?”

.

York turned around.

“Germaine…”

“Riliane did commit sins. But—she was also given an equivalent ‘punishment’.”

“You mean that she was beheaded on the guillotine?”

“…Yes.”

“Germaine…You think that I don’t know?”

“Huh?”

“—We executed a fake. Someone else was executed standing in for the princess.”

“Yes…So you knew.”

“The revolution had succeeded, and for a time peace had come to Lucifenia. That fact alone was enough for me, so I never spoke out about it.”

Just as York said, the person who was executed in the town square after the revolution was not Riliane, but her brother Allen.

“True, she survived after the revolution…But, York. ‘Punishment’ doesn’t just refer to dying for what you’ve done. Rather, sometimes living on is more painful than death.”

“…”

“I won’t ask you to understand. …I’m sure everyone else has their own thoughts on it. But I, at the very least—I don’t think we can just abandon Riliane.”

Germaine drew her sword, and held it aloft before Arth.

“Your Majesty. I, Germaine Avadonia…Do hereby vow to offer my sword for the princess of Lucifenia, Riliane.”

Amidst the crowd’s murmurs, Arth said to Germaine with a resolute expression, “…Thank you, Germaine.”

--There was someone who stood apart from the crowd, watching this sight with a wine bottle in hand.

He threw the bottle in his hand to the floor, gently lifted his hands, and started slowly clapping.

Clap, clap, clap.

“—That was wonderful. What a heroic young lady. Wish I could see her father’s face right now. …I bet he’s quite handsome, and the best swordsman in the world, besides.”

Germaine, and everyone else, turned to look at him.

“…Dad…”

The swordsman clad in red armor, Leonhart Avadonia, walked forward until eventually he stood by his daughter.

“That’s right, Arth. Lucifenia’s legendary king, and the leader of the Revolutionary army. Add on to that the red lion knight, the strongest of the Three Heroes. With the three of us, I’m sure we’ll manage somehow against an army that size.”

“Leon—”

“Oh, but it’s not just three of you, is it?”

Queen Anne, who had been silent all this time at Arth’s side.

She slowly stood before Leonhart.

“Naturally, We’re coming along too.”

She took her folding fan in hand and raised it above Germaine’s sword.

“Sigh…Good grief, I guess there’s no helping it.” As Mariam sighed, at some point her maid outfit changed to her battle uniform. “Though I’d be more reassured if Elluka were here…Honestly, I wonder where she’s loitering around now.”

As she grumbled to herself, she held her knife toward the king.

“W-waaaait a minute!” Chartette cried as she dashed up to Arth and the others, carrying a sword so enormous that it was completely at odds for a maid to be wielding it. “I was planning to help from the beginning, yannow! I just—got caught up in the mood around here!”

“Chartette…We’re grateful to you, but could you put down that gargantuan sword? It’s poking into my shoulder.”

“Ah…Sorry, Mister Leon.”

After that, several other people there began to step forward in twos and threes.

Some were in high spirits, and some were hesitant—but they vowed to join in the fight.

.

--Watching all of this, Keel murmured, “I wonder if they were moved by Germaine’s words, or if they’ve simply been swept up in mob mentality…Well now, what’s wrong?”

As he spoke, he glanced over at Yukina to his right.      

…Even just looking at her from the side, he could see that the eyes of his beloved daughter were openly shining.

“Such a dramatic development…I have no choice but to join in too!”

The moment she said that, she sprinted up to the king and the others, carrying her notebook in hand.

“…Oh dear. I guess I can’t just run off on my own now.”

As Keel stared on in bafflement, a hand fell on his left shoulder.

“Keel, you oughtta stay here. You’ll just get in the way.”

“What an unkind remark—Kyle. They need to have at least one person who’s got brains, don’t they? …Even you, albeit fairly skilled yourself, are far from the level of the Three Heroes. Would you fair alright?”

“Ha—”

The blue-haired man gave a bold smile.

“What’s this? You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“Yukina gave me a good idea earlier. I guarantee it. We—will win this fight.”

“A guarantee from the king of Marlon, huh? How dependable.”

The two of them faced each other, and then, both smiling, walked up to the front as well.

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