#i will maybe draw the rest of the party eventually but these 2 are so dear to me already

[moonpleaser]

omg... new little food people to obsess over

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 1

RAAAAA! Excited about this one! Based off this post. Inspired by this drawing from Andalusia_Lu on Tiktok. Not proofread. Tbh I’m kinda nervous about this one but…Enjoy! Also in this story MJ and Peter are just friends. This is probably the darkest think I’ve written.

(Y/N) - Your name.

NSFW!!, Cursing, use of alcohol, death, murder, yandere behavior, Reader has a bf who does die, violence, blood, said reader’s bf calls her derogatory remarks behind her back, religious imagery(I think???), stalking, male masturbation, invasion of privacy, reader being drugged, panty stealing, stalking, implied kidnapping, gore, cameras being placed in readers home without their knowledge, it’s a horror one shot so… you know what you’re walking into. Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 2

Masterlist

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October 31st, Halloween night. Also know as the night that gives college students an excuse to get fucked up while in a shit quality costume that cost 50 bucks at spirit Halloween.

That little rule you are not exempt from, that’s how you found yourself in a random college frat party at NYU, a bottle of beer in one hand, and your boyfriend’s in the other as you drag him through the crowd so you both can dance. The alcohol in your system made your whole body relaxed and your cheeks glow with a dash of red over them, your eyes half-lidded and your smile wide as you looked up at Daniel while Promiscuous from Nelly Furtado blasted through the house. You looked like an angel straight from heaven, although that might be due to your customer, being dressed up as Juliet from the 1996 movie, while your boyfriend was clattered in armor as Romeo. The costumes being your idea after having rewatched the movie a few weeks ago.

You both had lost the rest of your group in the crowd, Jess and MJ had said they were going to the kitchen while Miguel and Peter had said they were going outside to get fresh air but you haven’t seen them since, you wouldn't have extremely worried, if it wasn’t for the reason sightings of the ghostface killer that had been popping up on the news though. Sure maybe going to a party wasn’t the best idea either but you figured you would have been fine since you were going in a group, I mean, what wouldn’t you be okay? It’s not like an actual serial killer goes after a group of young adults who are all drunk right? But now you’ve lost 4 out of 6 people in said group. But maybe in the small chance you do get targeted, you should be able to stand a chance since your Daniel was always in the gym with Miguel, so he was pretty jacked (not as jacked as Miguel though but you’ll never say that out loud).

One song turned to two then to three, just like the beers in Daniel’s hand, you had slowed down so you could at least be sober enough to order a Lyft for when the night was over. Eventually you were whisked away from your boyfriend by MJ and Jess, thankful that they were still at the party and nothing happened to them.

“Hey, have you guys seen Peter or Miguel?” You shouted over the music after a while, Jess just shrugged, before MJ answered.

“They texted me that they found Daniel and he’s like, fucked up apparently.”

—

“Please!”

Stab.

“I don’t want to die! Please stop!”

Stab.

“I’ll give anything! Just don’t kill me!”

The begs and pleads become more desperate and sloppy with every second, the words slurring more together from the alcohol and the crimson red liquid dribbling out of Daniel's mouth. The sight was almost enough to make the two men feel pity. Almost.

“Anything?” The shorter one asked with an agonizingly slow head tilt, his voice altered from the voice changer attached to the plastic mask, signaling for the other to stop plugging the knife into their victim’s stomach. Despite not liking being told what to do, he dropped Daniel on the floor with a snarl. Daniel quickly retracted into a small ball, shaking arms going to cover his bloody wound with a groan and whimper.

“We want (Y/N).” If it weren't for him being in excruciating pain and bleeding out, Daniel would have thought they were joking, but the tone in which the words were spoken made his blood that was spilling out from his stomach and mouth run cold.

“W-what?” He asked as he tried to keep his breathing from becoming shallow and his head from becoming too dizzy, but he was failing miserably.

“You heard us. We. Want. (Y/N).” The larger one spoke this time. How badly, he wanted to emphasize each word with another stab, the knife in his hands twitched a bit as he tightened his grip on the black handle. He was itching for an excuse, but he’ll refrain.

For now.

Maybe it was the way he responded to a stressful situation, or maybe it was the lack of blood finally affecting his brain, but Daniel had the nerve to laugh. Fucking laugh. The laugh was breathy, and in between coughs and groans, causing Miguel and Peter to look at their prey like he was the crazy one. Rage filled their bodies when Daniel finally composed himself enough to talk again.

“Y-you can’t be serious? …Right? You-you’re gonna kill-kill me over some bitch?”

How fucking dare he.

How dare he speak about you like you were some random skank, like you were a pile of dirt. You were a fucking goddess, Miguel and Peter knew that, because they worshipped you like one. They didn’t see what you saw in Daniel, he didn’t deserve you, no one did, except Miguel and Peter, they would treat you better than any other man that roamed this stupid planet, and especially far better then the sorry excuse of a boyfriend that they had on the ground like he was a wounded animal.

For someone who was about to die, he sure had a lot of nerve.

He didn’t love you like they did, he didn’t know your every move like they did. They were like your real life guardian angels, always following behind you to make sure no one would harm so much as a hair on your pretty little head, and how lucky were they, that you were juuust oblivious enough that you don’t notice them, just enough to brush of your rummaged trash as raccoons, just enough that you didn’t noticed when a pair or two of your dirty panties go missing, you had too many to keep track of all of them anyways. Never knowing that one of the two would sneak into your apartment while you were asleep to grab them from your hamper, no matter which boy had decided to embark on their mission, both of them had to fight against the struggle to not stay and watch you sleep, fighting the urge to release their painful hard members and stroke while watching you sleep. They’d be lying to themselves if they said they haven’t lost the battle at least once before, biting into their free hand to stop any moans from escaping and waking you up, while they fist fuck their cocks with the other, but can you blame them?

They just loved you so much and you loved them too, you just haven’t realized it yet. How could you when that pest of a boyfriend of yours was pumping your head full of false thoughts? He didn’t love you like Peter and Miguel did. Sure Daniel might seem like he loved you so much, going as far as to get you flowers and gifts from time to time, but Miguel and Peter’s gifts they would give you were so much better, because these gifts were all given to you with the same purpose. To help them watch over you, make sure you were safe, strategically planning to make sure to eventually fill your entire home with cameras right under your adorable nose. The teddy bear that sits on your bed and the light up mirror over your bathroom sink were first of course.

Peter couldn’t help himself, with all of his force, he kicked Daniel right in the balls, causing him to curl up more in pain. Miguel was going to do the same when his phone pinged in his pocket, he quickly took it out and checked it, your name filling his screen made his heart skip a beat.

“It’s (Y/N). She’s asking where we are, and wants us to meet her at her apartment after she drops off Jess and MJ in 15 minutes.” Miguel mumbled as he looked down at his phone, before looking up at Peter then down at their prey on the ground. “She probably thinks we’re still with him, what should we do with him?”

Peter’s eyes followed Miguel’s gaze down to the half- conscious Daniel, silent as if thinking about what to say, or more likely what to do with him.

“We could leave him here for dead?” Peter suggested, but Miguel shook his head at the thought, too risky, they couldn’t have the chance of him being found by someone and taken to the hospital, that could ruin everything.

“You both… ar-are fucking psychotic! Killing me over some-some bitch who doesn’t eve-even give good fucking… fucking head!” Daniel yelled between coughs, more blood falling from his blue-turning lips, he looked like he had seen a ghost due to how pale he was becoming from the blood lost, and now he’s gonna become one. Miguel’s phone buzzed again, this time you only sent a single question mark, looking down at his phone.

“I want you to know that if I wasn’t about to be late to see you, I would beat this guy bloody, for the way he talks about you.” Miguel said out loud as if you could actually hear him, as if you were actually here to hear how true those words were, but instead Miguel raised his knife with one hand and grabbed Daniel’s hair with the other. Enjoying the way the Dani’s eyes widened in fear, his weak arms flailed around as he tried to fight the larger man off of him, but it was no use. “Guess I’ll just have to cut straight to the point.” He said, the smirk evident threw his altered voice before putting his knife against Daniel’s throat and slashing it open. Watching whatever life that was left in him drain from his eyes.

Peter being the skilled photographer he was, took a selfie of the two with their slayed animal, now it’s time to go claim their trophy.

—

Something was off.

Like seriously off, ever since Peter and Miguel disappeared at the party neither of them had answered their phone, and as soon Dani disappeared neither had he. Maybe the party wasn’t the best idea in retrospect, you let out a sigh as you entered your apartment, and collapsed on your couch, wanting to try and calm your racing thoughts a bit before you changed out of your costume. Closing your eyes, and taking in a deep breath.

Your phone started to ring.

Usually, you didn’t answer calls from people who weren’t already in your contacts, so the “blocked number” would normally set off red flags, but maybe the alcohol was still making your brain foggy, because without thinking you answer the call and put your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

No answer.

You left out a huff and tried again.

“Hellooo?”

When you didn’t get an answer again you rolled your eyes.

“I think you got the wrong numb-“

“Wanna play a game?”

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

“I said, wanna play a game?”

“Um no thanks. I'm hanging up now.”

“Hang up and you won’t get to see your special surprise though.” Oddly enough, you grew a bit curious.

“Wha..what do I have to do?” You asked.

“It’s simple, We’re gonna play a small game of hot and cold.” You had a feeling this wasn’t a good idea, maybe you shouldn’t answer the call. “Right now you’re cold.”

Without another word, you slowly got up, and made your way down the hall, your floorboard creaking underneath your heels.

“Warmer.”

Your heart begins to beat in your ears, you bring a shaky hand up to the doorknob of your bathroom, you go to open the door when the voice from the other end of the phone spoke again.

“Colder.”

You quickly bring your hand back down to your side and let your heavy footsteps make your way into your bedroom.

“Hotter.”

You swallowed the thick lump of saliva down your throat as you made your way to the left side room, your eyes dead set on your closet.

“Hotter.”

You closed the gap between you and the closet, and brought your hand to the handle, mentally preparing yourself for whatever hides before the wooden doors.

“You're on fucking fire baby.”

Your hand drew back the door, the sight made you let out a blood curdling scream, almost dropping your phone in the process. Your Daniel, dead, sitting on the closet floor, gutted out like a fish. The voice on the other end of the phone let out a sly chuckle before speaking once again.

“Sorry about your boyfriend, guess all those muscles didn’t help much.” He mocked before the call went dead, and you finally released your phone, it falling to the floor, as your body began to shake and your breathing became rapid.

You let out a sob and began to stumble away from the mangled corpse that you once called your boyfriend, only for your back to meet with a what felt like a wall of muscle, you quickly look up over your shoulder, being met with the infamous ghostface mask that has been plastered all over the news.

“What’s the matter (Y/N)? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The altered voice taunted. No, no, no,no. This cannot be happening. You shook your head as another sob left your lips stumbling away from the masked killer and into the hallway, expecting him to follow after you, but instead he just watched you. If you were thinking straight. You’d probably realized that this was a trap, but you weren’t thinking straight, as you finally reached the front door, you went to unlock the door and leave your apartment, but before you even stepped foot out of the door a large hand came and grabbed you around your waist. You take in a deep breath and open your mouth to scream, but instead a white cloth came and covered your nose and mouth, the strong smell of chemicals quickly filling your lungs.

“Surprised (Y/N).” This voice was a bit deeper, then the one from your bedroom, your head became dizzy as you eyes fluttered, your vision was beginning to blacken, before you were fully go under, you saw the man holding you still was a lot larger than the other one, it clicked, there were two of them.

You black out.

—

“She out?” Peter asked Miguel as he slipped off his mask, Miguel following suit.

“Like a light.” Miguel smirks as he goes to pick you up bridal style, your body limply laying in his arms. The two couldn’t help but smile as they watched your sleeping form, so peaceful looking, like an Angel. Their angel. Their plan played out just as they wanted, you were theirs now, and theirs alone. No one could come in the way of you three anymore, all they had to do now was make sure you wouldn’t leave them. But how would you do that if you didn’t know where you were? You couldn’t. That’s why Miguel gently placed you in the backseat of Peter’s car, before getting into the passenger’s seat. They were going to make sure you were far, far away from your old life, so you could start your new one with your lovesick killers.

[maliland]

RESENTMENT: PT. 2

"how could you lie?" part one angel(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader includes: angst, infidelity, homewrecking, depressing themes, & heartbreak (men being disappointments per usual) synopsis: you used to describe your experience with love as one of complexity and simplicity all at once, but after you learn what your boyfriend did at a party with another girl while you were at home and sick, your heart is left with irreparable damage and an abundance of resentment. wc: 6.7k divider by @/cafekitsune a/n: this is gonna be my last sv fic for a hot min (or forever) 😭 savor and enjoy. ik the tag has been dead and you all have been malnourished, so yw! <3 icl, idk how i feel about it but y'all can lmk 🫶 (p.s: before ppl start nothing non-pg ever happened in this fic at any point in time. just kissing. ion get down like that 👍 thanks.)

when you arise in the morning and before you lay your head to rest at night, one thing is always definite: you are human.

humans are imperfect, so they make mistakes. genuine ones. honest ones. you’ve mixed up salt and sugar while baking chocolate chip cookies. you’ve hit your best friend square in the face while trying to spike a volleyball. you’ve missed assignment deadlines, forgotten about chores, and left the grocery list at home, all honest mistakes. a boy pressing his lips to another girl’s, though he has another he calls his own, is not a mistake. if it were up to you, it’d be a crime punishable by execution. between miles and yourself, no mercy was shown for the loyal one of you two, so why should he be granted any? infidelity; the act itself is the murder of the most important, sacred muscle, so why not return the favor?

you know your intentions before you give into the temptation of them. you knew miles knew. he knew from the moment that girl pulled him over to a vacant bedroom. did he think they’d simply exchange pleasantries? even so, why partake in such with someone who clearly has a taste for you? a taste for insulting the one you love most just as easily as she breathed?

these are all questions that would never be answered truthfully. you’d have to make peace with the reality or the only peace you’d know was the eternal kind that followed after death. and to think that you once believed in those stupid children’s fairy tales. miles made you believe that that kind of love could be real life. he almost made you believe you could attain the happy ending you always dreamed about. you were so close to it too. to have your bubble burst like that by the person you love most..? cold. way colder than the shivers repeatedly sinking down your spine.

it was a stupid idea to leave your window open.

the medicine you had taken for your cold had you knocked out in the warmth of your bed and you slept soundly. the chilly air would blow through the curtains now and then. the wind was only a light breeze at first. it felt nice, maybe even comforting, but when night finally fell, the current picked up. you were woken up by an icy blast hitting your face.

you groaned and slowly rose up, pulling the covers off of you before you swung your legs off of the bed. you drowsily staggered to your window and forced it shut, drawing the curtains closed only seconds afterward. you would just have to hope the mishap wouldn’t make you any sicker than you already were. you mindlessly carried yourself back to your bed and submerged yourself under the covers. you grabbed your phone, which was lying face down beside you.

you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram, tapping through everyone's stories. most of the people you knew were at the party. parties weren't your cup of tea, so you couldn't really say you wished you had gone. you were more of a homebody than you'd like to admit.

you eventually got to miles' story. all he had posted was a single picture of him and his group of friends, and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. seeing your boyfriend happy made you happy. you smiled to yourself before switching to your messages app. you had notifications from both miles and your friends who were also at the halloween party. you opened miles’ messages first.

9:37pm

miles: hey ma (9:37 pm) miles: i know you’re probably sleeping right now, but i wanted to lyk that i got here okay (9:37 pm) miles: i’m with my friends (9:38 pm) miles: ima go now but i love you 💗 i’ll text you soon (9:39 pm)

10:23 pm

miles: yooo just checking in 🙌 miss you a lot (9:36 pm) miles: hope you’re enjoying that nap ❤️❤️(9:37 pm)

you: hey i’m up now 😈😈 (10:52 pm) you: i saw your ig story 🙃 looks like you guys are having fun so i’ll leave you to it (10:52 pm) you: text me later, i love you so much more 💓 (10:53 pm)

you swiped out of your text thread with miles and opened your group chat with your three best friends, sasha, lani, and nae. while you met sasha and lani not too long ago, you’ve known nae for damn near your entire life.

dollz 💘 9:13pm

sasha: how’s my bedridden baby? 🫶🫶 (9:13 pm)

lani: she’s been unconscious for mad long 👎(9:14 pm)

nae: we should ditch this party n go to her place instead i’m BOREDDD (9:16 pm) nae: and what if bro’s dead (9:16 pm)

jana: girl (9:20 pm) jana: she ain’t dead 🤦‍♀️ please. (9:21 pm)

sasha: ofc not (9:23 pm) sasha: nae's right.. this party lowk boring asf🧍‍♀️ can we leave soon? (9:25 pm)

jana: yes 💋 (9:25 pm)

nae: thought you’d never ask. (9:26 pm)

10:57pm

you: y’all i’m up damn! 😭 (10:57 pm) you: is it really that boring? miles seems to be having fun (10:57 pm)

nae: he buggin then cuz it's been like two hours and this party is STILL boring as shit (11:01 pm) nae: i tried to give it the benefit of the doubt but nvm. (11:01 pm) nae: my niece's fourth birthday party was x100 more turnt than this (11:02 pm) nae: i’m stuffing all the good snacks in my purse nd then we outta this bitch 🏃‍♀️ i’ll be in the car y’all (11:02 pm)

jana: bruh🧍‍♀️ (11:03 pm)

sasha: nae beloved, you already put hella snacks in the passenger seat (11:03 pm) nae: so? 🥱 (11:04 pm) sasha: you don’t need no more tf 😭😭 big backed hungry ass (11:04 pm)

you: yes she does (11:10 pm) you: she’s thinking of me, duh (11:11 pm)

sasha: damn you right.. maybe 🤷‍♀️ (11:15 pm) sasha: or maybe she'll eat up all the snacks and i'll laugh in your face and say i told you so 🤌 (11:16 pm)

jana: uh huh... anw girl can we come over? (11:18 pm)

you: i’d say yes but miles is coming over soon (11:21 pm) you: y’all can come over first thing tmrw morning tho 💋💋(11:21 pm)

right as you sent that message, your phone began to ring and you were met with your own puzzled reflection on the screen of your phone. it was a facetime call from nae. you couldn’t come up with a reason why she’d ever need to facetime you from a party when she could text or call. nevertheless, you picked up. you forced yourself up and out of you warmth of your bed, throwing your comforter and many, many blankets off of you.

you answered the facetime call as you turned the knob to your bedroom door to leave, making your way downstairs to the kitchen so you could raid the pantry for food. when nae’s face popped up on your screen, you noticed that the interior of sasha’s car surrounded her, but neither sasha or lani were anywhere to be found.

“hey danae, what’s up?” you said into the phone as you shut the microwave. you'd settled on instant ramen since you were feeling lazy. when you caught a glimpse of your best friend's face on your phone screen a second time, you clocked that she looked worried and that made you worried too. it didn't help that she was dead silent. you raised an eyebrow. “you alone? where’s lani and sasha?"

“something happened,” nae spoke slowly, disregarding your question. her eyes were bolting back and forth between her phone camera and sasha’s car window.

“what?” you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowing in concern. you set your phone down on the counter, propping your elbows onto the surface while you tried to decipher nae's expression, but that got you nowhere.

“i’m gonna send you something. just hold on a sec.”

“nae, what’s going on?” you inquired, a puzzled expression painting your face.

she didn’t reply. you pressed your lips into a thin line and closed your eyes in both confusion and frustration, strings of air passing through your nostrils. whatever nae was about to tell you was obviously nothing good. you didn't anticipate anything but the absolute worst. you opened your eyes again when your phone dinged. it was photo attachment from nae. you furrowed your brows blinked a few times before tapping it, pulling up you and your best friend's text thread. your entire body went limp when your brain registered the monstrosity on your screen. all you could do in the moment was stare in shock. it was a clear shot of miles and arielle at the party making out in some random bedroom upstairs. arielle who wouldn’t quit making moves on miles. miles who would shut down her pathetic attempts every time. arielle who’s always hated your guts without reason. miles who swore on everything that you were the only one he loved. 

it was all so ironic, truly. arielle was dressed as an angel, a sparkly halo hovering above her head as if she wasn’t concomitantly sinning—shamelessly home-wrecking. and you could see it now: the embodiment of your relationship, or the so-called home you and your boyfriend shared. in your mind, it was ablaze and you were curled up all alone inside of it. you were left to succumb to the searing flames, burning to nothing ash while all that you and miles share burned beside you. 

the boy would come home to the walls still burning and in the process of self-purging. he wouldn’t find you, rather the remnants of what used to be you. the ash would slip through his dirty, unfaithful fingers as they trembled in horror. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. he’d desperately try to grasp you. he’d try to save you and scoop debris into his sweaty palms so he could salvage what was left of you. still, there was nothing. there wasn't a single thing in the universe that could aid the way you felt in that moment.

now, miles would have to mourn you, for he killed you. and he didn’t even know it yet.

your eyes were squeezed shut because they had to be deceiving you. you must not be fully awake yet. the medicine must be making you hallucinate. you were dreaming. you were a hundred percent dreaming. that wasn’t miles. 

how could that be miles?

“i was looking for lani and found… them instead,” nae muttered. “i don’t know if he saw me take the picture, or what. i left to tell you right after.”

you swallowed hard. though a million different thoughts were racing through your mind, none of them came to be verbal. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, because what do you even say when something like this happens? would anything you said be enough? would any quantity of words in any given order be able you place the way you felt? unlikely. highly.

your eyes continue you gape at the photo, even though the sight was making your stomach churn. you couldn’t look away. your eyes were fixed on miles' hands on arielle's hips, then her hands cupping his cheeks. nae was still on facetime explaining whatever it was she was explaining, but you weren’t listening. her words were static to your ears. there was a pit in your stomach and it was growing deeper and deeper, your wounded heart subsiding along with it. you set your phone face down on the kitchen counter and began to clutch your stomach. you swore you were going to convulse and vomit from how ill you felt.

“[name]!” nae snapped her fingers into the mic. “yo, you still with me? i’m coming over. i’m gonna call an uber right now.”

you blinked and shook your head, flipping your phone back over and taking a deep breath. you couldn’t just shut down, not now. you had something you needed to confront. someone.

“no,” you sniffled. 

you didn’t even notice the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. you quickly swiped them away with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie. the realization that it was his hoodie you had on made you freeze up again for a few seconds, and then you buried your face in the palms of your hands.

“what do you mean ‘no?’” nae frowned, bringing the speaker up to her ear in case she heard you incorrectly.

your phone dinged three times. in your notification center were text messages from the devil himself.

miles: hey ma, i’m leaving now (11:25 pm) miles: the party was okay at first but it got boring (11:25 pm) miles: i’ll be there in like fifteen ❤️ (11:26 pm)

you just stared at the messages, biting your bottom lip until it began to draw blood as a plea for you to stop. the taste was metallic in your mouth, but your teeth didn’t budge. you didn't want miles over anymore, but it was far too late to tell him to turn around. it's not like he'd check his phone while he was driving, anyway.

“i keep losing you, girl."

you had forgotten all about nae for a second, her voice grounding you back to earth. you exhaled, your breath coming out unsteady. “miles is on his way over. after i talk to him, i’ll call you and you can come over then.”

“okay, babe,” nae nodded with a gentle sigh. 

“do… lani and sasha know?” “no, they don’t,” nae denied. “i wouldn’t tell them before you.” 

you pressed your lips together and silence engulfed your kitchen. you let your mind wander some more. after all this was over and done with, you'd have to explain to all of your loved ones that miles cheated on you. the very thought of having to tell everyone—your family, your friends, your dad—it embarrassed you. you couldn't stomach the very thought, so you exhaled deeply, opting to take it one step at a time. nae spoke again. “listen, if you don’t call or text me in, like, an hour, ima come over there.”

“okay," you nodded.

“remember that you deserve nothing but the best of the best. i love you so much, okay?”

“i know,” you tried to convene a smile. “i love you more.”

you hung up the phone and rid of any stray tears on your face. after nae's face vanished from your screen, you were left staring at you and your boyfriend's message thread. without putting much thought into it, you began to type.

‘cool, i’m jus—'

your fingers froze. you couldn’t text miles. he didn’t deserve anything so little as acknowledgment. you repeatedly hit backspace until the bar was blank and shut off your cell.

you sat idly on one of the kitchen stools behind the counter, your instant ramen long forgotten about. in the moment, you were feeling indifferent as a result of shock. still, you knew yourself better. when miles finally confessed his sins, you’d want to scream. you’d bombard him with a million questions at once, only to angrily invalidate any explanation that passed through his adulterous lips. you’d want to burn every handwritten love letter, every piece of clothing, and every gift, because they all meant nothing now.

he was a liar, and he knew it. if you could kill a man and face no consequences, miles might’ve been gone before he even walked through your door.

while you waited for him, you sat there and tortured yourself in thought. you couldn’t help it. was this planned? was this the first time? had he always thought of her like this? did he wish you were her when he was with you?

when you’d exhausted all of those questions, you began to think back to your own actions and behavior as you scrolled up on your texts with him. 

maybe i said something that upset him? but i think he would've told me... right..? or have i been distant? no, that’s not possible. we talk every day. is he bored of me? is that it? am i boring? none of these texts are showing signs of boredom, so what is it?

you'd soon resorted to flipping through the pages in your diary. you were really good about documenting your day-to-day life. if something happened with miles in the past that your brain wouldn’t let you dig up in the moment, surely you would’ve written it there. the pad of your index finger slid across the rough pages as your anguished eyes skimmed the entries. ten minutes in, you still couldn’t find a thing. you'd give anything for a straightforward answer, but you knew it wasn't going to come from miles himself.

when you heard a key grinding into the keyhole of the front door, you slammed your diary shut and jumped off of the stool, knocking it over in the process. you sprinted upstairs to your bedroom, shoving the journal under your pillow. as you trailed out of your room, you closed the door behind you and braced yourself for the worst. 

you shuffled back to the kitchen and picked up the stool from the floor, setting it upright. you caught a glimpse of miles unlacing his jordans at the front door. this was real. 

“hey. i thought you’d still be in bed,” miles grinned as he approached you, spreading his arms for a hug. he wasn’t in his costume, but in a red hoodie and black sweats. he must’ve gone home to change. his costume probably smelled like arielle’s designer strawberry-scented perfume, the one everyone compliments her on. she never shuts up about it.

“hi,” you whispered, accepting his hug in an attempt to seem normal. “i was, but i got hungry. how was the party?”

miles smelled like his favorite cologne, except the scent was unusually potent. it wasn't faded in the slightest like it normally was after he'd been out and around other people. the deplorable amount of effort he was making just to mask the truth infuriated you. it angered you even more that he clearly wasn't planning on telling you anything. if you hadn't seen it yourself, you might've never known.

“it was ight,” he shrugged, loosening his grip on you after a couple of seconds. you hated yourself for wanting to hug him for just a little while longer. he sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but for all you knew, that was the last time you’d be in his embrace. he let his hands fall down to your waist instead and it made you shiver on contact knowing he had his hands on arielle's waist not even a full hour ago. “would’ve been better with you there, y’know. you feelin’ okay now?"

“mostly, yeah,” you responded blandly, your throat tight and your voice fairly groggy. “still a bit tired.”

you didn’t know how to bring it up. this wasn't something you could beat around the bush about. you found yourself deep in thought. so deep to the point where you didn't notice that miles had started talking. you were busy staring off into space with half-lidded eyes, way past his gaze. he clocked it and moved his head so that your eyes were boring into his by force, his eyebrows lowering in concern.

“is everything okay?”

you cleared your throat and gently pushed his arms off your waist, stepping back as you began to blink back tears. there was no easing into it. standing there in front of miles pretending like everything was okay was already bad enough. it felt like you were twisting the knife that he plunged into your chest. eyes glossy, you swallowed hard and batted your lashes a few more times, desperately trying to rid of the tears that threatened to spill.

“i know you kissed arielle at the party,” you barely managed to speak the full sentence, your voice cracking when you spoke her name. “and i’m confused.”

miles’ eyebrows knitted to be one as if this news stunned him. you wished you could hear all his thoughts from start to finish after you spoke. you wanted to know whether he was planning to lie or tell the truth. would he gaslight you or admit to his wrongdoings? you wouldn’t find out now because you didn’t give him an option. this already hurt enough and it would end the same either way.

“nae told me. and she sent me pictures.”

silence fell between the two of you. it felt like it was eating you from the inside. the chirping of the crickets outside and the noise from the refrigerator running slightly compensated for it. not much.

“i just wanna know why you did it. and why her? why the girl that hates me with every last atom in her body?” you broke the silence, shrugging your shoulders. you were hugging your arms, rubbing them in an up-and-down motion as if you were cold.

miles was dumbfounded, guilt painting his features. he couldn’t meet your eyes anymore. you wondered what you would say if you were in his shoes, but it didn’t give you any insight because you knew you'd never do this to him, so you gave up. instead, you stared at the neat middle part in between his two signature braids that cascaded down the back of his head, down to his shoulders. you’d braided his hair only a couple days ago, back when nothing seemed impossible—nothing like now. 

though he wasn’t, miles’ hair still looked clean, freshly done even. what if arielle had redone his braids for him? she did say she was practicing, and she'd made it a goal to practice on him. you mentally cursed yourself for worrying about something as minuscule as miles' braids at a time like this. you didn't want to give yourself another reason to freak, but your brain wouldn’t let you rest. not even in silence. if miles wasn’t going to give you an answer, you’d send him on his way and come up with one by yourself.

“i don’t know why i did it,” he finally retorted.

“oh, word?” you laughed humorlessly. you were trying not to slap the hell out of his shamefully beautiful face. “it happened not even two hours ago. you know why you did it. your memory is sharp, it always has been, so tell me.”

miles exhaled, rubbing the palm of his hand on his forehead. “look, she came onto me while i was grabbing a soda. it was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing! it didn’t mean any—“

“that’s what they all say, morales,” you cut him off with a scoff. “it didn’t mean anything but somehow you traveled from the kitchen downstairs to a spare bedroom upstairs so you could swap spit without anyone catching you?!” miles tried to speak, but you cut him off again. “were you even gonna tell me? because you came up in here acting like shit was sweet as if you weren’t just making out with the girl you swore i’d never have to worry about, meanwhile, i was home, sick! a fucking cold, miles!”

“i wasn’t gonna keep it to myself. i didn’t wanna hurt you,” miles said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it wasn’t gonna happen again, i swear.”

none of the words miles spoke were convincing enough for you in the slightest, so you disregarded them.

“did i do something to you? are you holding a grudge about something and trying to get me back?!” you yelled, your voice trembling.

“no, it has nothing to do with you!” he hollered back, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was stressed out. he had no right.

“so then why the fuck would you go and do this shit?!” you were silent for a few seconds, chest heaving up and down while your heart beat out of your chest. your breath was sprinting away from you and you were trying to catch it. "it's bad enough that you kissed another girl, but arielle?"

miles pleaded, “it was a mistake.”

“damn right it was!” you narrowed your eyes to slits. “i can’t believe i trusted you, like, seriously. you’re sick.”

“i let you down, princessa, i know, i’m—“

“sorry?” you finished his sentence, folding your arms. you were far more angry than sad now. “miles, you weren’t sorry when you were kissing her. don’t be sorry now either. you were gonna kiss me with her bright pink lipgloss dried on your lips like it was nothing. you were gonna sit here and play me like i'm stupid. you were never gonna tell me!”

miles couldn’t counter that. he knew you were right, so it was back to uncomfortable silence apart from your hefty breathing and sniffles. miles had never seen you so angry. you'd never seen yourself so angry. there was no one else to blame but miles. you had no idea where to go from there. it was only after you asked the question that you were about to ask on impulse that you realized you should’ve wrapped this up many minutes before.

“is this the only time this has happened?”

miles was hesitant, his eyes growing wider. “yes!” he spat.

miles had a tell—not just his disinclination to answer your question the way he normally would, but also the way his eyebrows would position as if he wasn’t so sure himself. his teeth would clench behind his sealed lips, but you could tell because his jaw was tight and he swallowed hard, and he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands. 

you knew all of this about miles, yet you felt like you were gazing into the eyes of a stranger. 

this wasn’t the miles you fell in love with.

you muttered under your breath, “you know what? i’m wasting your time... and my own. you won’t have an answer that’s both truthful and something i wanna hear. we’re done, you and i. give me the key and get the hell out.”

“mami, come on—“

“nigga, deuces! i said leave!” you snapped as you backed away from him, holding your hand out.

miles dug deep in the right pocket of his black sweats, handing you the key. you flinched when your skin made contact with his. you didn't hesitate to trap the key in the palm of your hand, dropping your arm back down by your side. miles sighed to himself and trudged to the door to lace his shoes back up. you didn't even watch him leave, opting to turn around and battle the tears threatening to spill from your eyes instead. when you finally heard the front door shut, you rushed to lock it. you turned around and pressed your back to the door, face twisted in pure disbelief. 

this was real.

you slid down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, your cries echoing through your empty house. you’d never been more grateful that your father was gone for the weekend. miles wouldn’t have heard the end of it. at least now you had time to make up some lie to cover for miles' ass, and it'd be the last damn time.

not even five minutes passed before someone knocked on the front door three times and you sniffled. miles was going to drive you insane. “go the fuck away!”

“it’s me, baby,” a muffled voice said from outside, but it’s one you recognize, and it’s most definitely not miles.

you wiped your tears with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie and stood up, twisting the lock to open the door for your best friend. she was holding a box of pizza in her hand with a tote bag strap over her shoulder.

“you’re early,” you mumbled, one of your hands pressed against the rim of the door.

“i ubered home and got my car. when i got here, i just parked and waited,” nae pushed past you. you closed the door and locked it again, following her to the kitchen, where she set the box of pizza down on the countertop. “you wouldn’t have called me either way. i know you.”

she was right. you weren’t mad at her for being there though. she had always been so good to you.

nae walked over to the dining table and placed her tote bag in one of the chairs. “i brought your favorite type of pizza, and i stopped by the store to grab some snacks and soda. those are still in my car though, so—”

“i don’t think i can stomach anything right now,” you stated as you rubbed your arm. “i broke up with miles.”

saying that out loud felt weird. and final.

“oh, my love,” nae’s brows lowered and she shuffled over to you with open arms. she wrapped them around you and you did the same, sighing into her shoulder. you really didn't want to cry.

it hadn’t been long and you were already over feeling the way you did. you wanted to fast forward to the part where you got over miles for good. as an attempt to console you, nae was rubbing your back in a circular motion. 

“you did the right thing,” she spoke lowly.

you withdrew from the hug and slightly opened your mouth, fixing to ask nae a question only god knew how to answer. “why did he do it though?”

she led you to the couch in your living room and sat you down, massaging her thumb over yours in a back-and-forth motion as your hand stayed clasped in hers. you stared down at your lap, sniffling every couple of seconds and swiping away stray tears.

“boys are just greedy, babe,” she shook her head. “so very greedy. they want it all. there are so many different reasons why people cheat. it’s difficult to pinpoint just one. my random guess is that… miles has issues?"

“issues?” 

“mm-hmm,” she hummed. “internally. maybe he's insecure about himself, i don't know. whatever it is, it doesn’t justify infidelity. you were more than enough, it was him who was lacking."

“i don't get it. i mean, none of this makes any sense… unless i'm blind or stupid, it came out of nowhere. literal thin air. and when i asked, he said he didn't know why he kissed her,” you muttered.

nae sighed. “even if he isn't lying, he still did it.”

“i know,” you nodded. “and i'm sure it wasn't the first time. that’s why i left him.”

“and i’m so proud of you for that,” nae gave your hand a tight squeeze. “walking away isn’t easy for anyone. it takes forever for some people, but you did it just like that.” 

“yeah, well, i kinda had to. it’s bad enough that arielle is gonna rub it in my face until we graduate, and even after that, she’ll probably find a way to .”

“there won’t be any of that,” nae promised. “miles isn’t going to take her seriously—if he even takes her at all. he lost you because of what he did with that bitch. he won’t even be able to look at her without feeling guilty.”

“she can have him, i don’t care either way,” you scoffed. that was a lie. you did care. you cared more than you’d let on if you ever even admit it.

“yeah, you do,” nae raised an eyebrow as if she had effortlessly read your mind. “let yourself feel. it’s how you’ll heal.”

“oh, i’m feeling alright. i’m weighing the pros and cons of murder,” you shakily exhaled, balling up your fists and closing your eyes. “i can’t believe this nigga. seriously.” 

“i’d help you, but i’m not going to jail for him and neither are you.”

you let out a soft sigh, your gaze now fixed on your lap. the tears welling up in your eyes were beginning to cloud your vision. how someone could throw away so many years of loving one another so easily was so far beyond you.

“nae, i’ve been with miles for so long. he’s always been there—i don’t know how to be without him. he’s why i gave love a chance after swearing not to... now he’s shattered my perception of it. the worst part is i should hate him, but i don't. somehow, i still love him and—”

“hey,” nae cut you off. “that’s normal. how you feel is normal.”

you sniffled. “is it?"

“pshh, girl, yeah,” nae assured you, flicking out her wrist. “listen, breakups are terrible. you’re gonna cry and scream. you’re gonna wish you never met him. you’re going to go through old texts, swipe through old photos, and mope in his hoodies. all of that is okay. the worst thing you could ever do to yourself is force yourself not to feel,” nae paused. “if this is who he really is, then it's not your loss. i know it doesn't feel like that right now, but trust me... it just takes time. i don't know how long, but i know my best friend, so no matter how long it takes, you’ll be better than good without miles. i promise." "i'm still gonna miss him," you muttered, sniffling and drying your tears as they fell. nae wrapped her arm around you and exhaled. you sobbed into her shoulder, releasing all the pent-up frustration you'd been concealing in the name of keeping your cool. you'd never felt so inconsolable in your life. "i know, babe. i know."

❤︎₊ ⊹

it was late. 3:28am. time had never moved so slowly. you were genuinely considering calling 911 and telling them you were suffering from a heart attack. you were thoroughly convinced that this was damn near the same exact thing.

the moon wasn’t full tonight, but a waning crescent. it reflected you and how soulless and dejected you felt. the moonshine bleeding through your curtains was also the only source of light you would tolerate, the rest of your bedroom completely dark. you lay on your side facing the window, allowing the icy gusts of wind to hit your face. you were practically drowning in a sea of blankets all while still being in miles’ black hoodie.

nae was gone. she’d left about two hours ago, but not before suffocating you in countless hugs and forcing you to eat a slice of pizza and drink two glasses of water, despite your not wanting to ingest anything due to your unwavering nausea. you told her you’d be okay alone. you knew you wouldn’t and so did she, but you wanted to be alone, so she gave you your space and promised to check in on you when the sun rose. you loved nae dearly and you'd never take her for granted. you felt lucky to have such a kindhearted best friend.

you'd been in a 1v1 with your thoughts for a while now. your phone was powered off and shut away in one of your nightstand drawers to help resist urges. you hated that you wanted to call miles, but you did. you wanted to scream at him. belittle him until you just couldn’t anymore. and you wanted him to sit there and watch you do it without protest. you wanted him to be honest and tell you the truth. you wanted him to promise it would never happen again, and then you wanted to curl up under the covers of your bed with him and sob in his arms while he planted kisses on your forehead, apologizing profusely. you wanted him to tell you he loved you until you believed it again.

you couldn’t do any of that—you wouldn’t. it’d mean you have no respect for yourself. it felt like you hardly had any now, so you needed to keep the scarce amount that remained.

your thoughts were blank and sporadic all at once. you’d never been through a breakup, but you had a rough idea of how these things go, so you spent some time mapping it out in your head.

you'd eventually have to meet up to exchange one another's belongings. maybe rio would apologize on miles’ behalf and say she’d always love you. she’d call you a couple times a week. the calls would eventually come slower and grow more infrequent. soon, the calls wouldn’t come at all. even if there was the acknowledgment that rio’s arms were always open for you, they’d still feel closed. you'd treat them as such.

you'd barely eat because you couldn't stomach a single thing. you'd rot in your bed and binge all your favorite movies and shows. you'd go to war with the urge to run back to miles. you'd read old diary entries where you were gushing about how much you loved him and how amazing he was to you. you'd look back at old photos and videos. you'd reread old texts until you were sobbing so hard that you couldn't breathe.

you'd write letters that nobody was ever going to see and all the tears you shed would smudge the black ink and ruin your fancy penmanship. you'd lie to your dad and tell him that your relationship had just run its course and that you and miles needed to work on yourselves. your friends would check in on you, and of course, you'd tell them that you were okay every time, even if that was the furthest from that.

word gets around fast. when this dreadful weekend was over and monday crept up on you, you'd have to return to school and deal with the piercing stares and shameless gossip. you weren't ready for any of it, because now, everyone at school would know you as the girl who got cheated on by her long-term boyfriend for arielle. rumors would spread. words would be twisted and lies would be told, both about you and miles. in retrospect, it was all the more embarrassing for miles, but you still felt utterly humiliated. not to mention that you had no doubt in your mind that arielle was ready to run to his defense, preferably by kicking you when you're down.

sometimes, just for a fleeting moment, you'd forget about it all and your mind would go quiet. your heart wouldn't swell in longing and you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach. it never did last long before the same thoughts you desperately wanted to leave you alone started to pester you again. "but you two seemed so in love!" nosy girls at your school masking their prying motives behind what they thought were "supportive words" would soon tell you. the worst part is that you'd never know how to respond, because you thought you and miles were in love too. he was your sun and you were his moon. how could you so quickly forget that the sun didn't need the moon to shine, it was the other way around? you thought it was and always would be your heart tethered to his, but now you were left with a broken chain and a heartache.

you thought things would be different with miles. you truly did. now you knew that anyone could screw you over even if they crossed their heart. there weren't any exceptions, not anymore. miles proved that you can do everything right and still get done wrong. it wasn't fair. you should've known you weren't exempt from something like this happening, yet you still let yourself believe you were. maybe you jinxed it, or maybe you thought your case was special. maybe you thought this would never happen because you believed you were special. you only did because he made you feel that way.

you were sick and tired of brooding over your misfortune. you rolled onto your back with a frustrated groan and gaped at your ceiling, the cold air from outside still blowing against the side of your face. as exhausted as you were, sleep just wouldn't grant you sanction in its assuaging embrace.

what hurt the most is that you were so sure that you'd bagged a kind of love that was for the books. the kind of love you thought you could only dream about. though you weren't searching for him, the stars sent you miles morales. in your eyes, he was perfect. you loved and adored him, and swore he was your soulmate, made just for you. he was godsent and you never wanted to let him go, until tonight, when you learned that you were never the one who needed to hold on to begin with.

you came to the humbling conclusion that maybe the reason people told tales of faultless love was because real love was far too sickening to bear. it was merely a way to cope. nothing more, nothing less. maybe "happily ever after" had been a hoax all along. all the fairytales you had read growing up always began with “once upon a time”, but your story with miles ended with it, because loving him was easy—once upon a time.

maliland ©

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

Honestly a bit shocked you’d ask him

But he’s had practice from posing for family portraits, so he isn’t too nervous

Until you say you want the backdrop to be Heartslabyul’s garden

It doesn’t break any rules… but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t break any rules

He doesn’t collar people as often as he used to, but he still makes it a point to lecture rulebreakers on the importance of said rule

So imagine the strain on his face when Ace walks by with a vase full of roses and it’s Wednesday.

In the end Ace sits beside you while Riddle gives a long lecture, keeping the rest of his body perfectly still so it doesn’t interfere with your work

You are sweating in fear. 6/10 a good model but it’s hard to draw when your model is half yelling at the dude sitting right next to you

Trey Clover

Might hesitate to say yes because he’s a busy guy,,

I mean they have tea parties like everyday and he’s always in charge of sweets-

You say he can go about his business and that you’re going to capture him in his natural habitat then he agrees

Raises an eyebrow cuz you make it sound like you’re on national geographic but ok

Anyways you’re drawing him while he’s baking and damnnn those biceps pop when he’s whisking

Secretly, however, he’s been holding back for a while now/

When you’re least expecting it he comes closer to you… and bam whipped cream on the side of your face

Devolves into flour tossing and chaos

6/10 you got whipped cream on your sketchbook and it was half finished but it was a fun memory

Cater Diamond

“OMS YAY of course ;DD”

Internally screaming because his makeup isn’t that good today and why him I mean there are better looking people in nrc and maybe he can get his clone to do it instead-

Overthinker fr

He’s a bit stiff at first, trying to only show his good side and checking his camera constantly to see if his smile looks good

If you’re close and you start talking to him about something he’s passionate about while you’re sketching he’ll loosen up a bit and his pose becomes a lot more natural

Eventually forgets you’re even drawing him and now it’s just him showing his true colours

Takes a pic of your finished sketch along with the both of you and posts it on magicam #muse #artistbestie

8/10 the sketch turned out well and you had a nice chat 

Deuce Spade

Has never been asked this question in his life

Boy is so stiff and awkward pls baby

He smiles like Oga from Beelzebub at first

Pls pls pls get this boy to do something else while you’re drawing him to get him to relax

Might be studying across the table from you while having a nice chat

Forgets you’re drawing him eventually pt.2

Tbh moves around a lot especially if a senior enters the room cuz he makes it a point to turn around and greet them while standing up

Is a bit surprised when you say you’re done because shit I forgot and I moved so much im sorry-

Also takes a picture of the sketch

Texts his mom the pic “I made a really good friend who’s great at drawing :D”

Will ask if you can draw a portrait of him and his mom together when you get the chance (will pay for it he just doesn’t know about the concept of commissions TT)

4/10 he’s so precious but not the best model tbh id still ask him again idc

Ace Trappola

Little shit (affectionate)

Not hard to make him agree but boy will he give you shit for it “my face is just that handsome ig” “you want me to get nude?” someone kiss him and make him shut up

At first he’s making a bunch of dumb faces and exaggerated poses and once he determines that you’re sufficiently annoyed he starts actually posing normally

Might get up halfway through and start stretching or laying down cuz he got tired though

Depending on how late he slept the night before and if you’re keeping quiet so he doesn’t get the chance to tease you, he might fall asleep

His sleeping face is cute so it works out for you ehe

When you’re done he acts all non chalant and smug about it but inside he’s sooo happy damn tsundere

Asks if he can draw you next and draws a potato with three dots on it <3

2/10 its only easy when he falls asleep but he’s cute so ill give him 1 extra point

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Graphic design is not my passion dear lord i really need to read a guide on how to format tumblr posts TT

Also first time writing omg depending on my mood next part will either be out tomorrow or next month see yall

[bloobluebloo]

have you ever played splatoon 1? if yes, what's your opinion on the way the gameplay handles in-universe propaganda (having the main characters give you biased information and getting more accurate information through collectibles)? do you think it's something that would work in zelda games? (also, if you haven't played splatoon you should, i think you'd love octavio)

SPLATOON! See Splatoon is ideally the sort of game setting that I enjoy. I have played Splatoon 1. Then I bought Splatoon 2 and played a bit. And then never bought Splatoon 3. I still have games in their shrink wrap my backlog is so big. I still need to finish Fire Emblem Engage 😭

Ehem! In any case! To answer your question! I have indeed played Splatoon 1! Now I think fundamentally, the way Splatoon and Zelda impart information to the player is not all that different. Even in Zelda, we learn information that is more "accurate" aka information that will allow a glimpse of how the side you are fighting for isn't essentially guiltless. We have instances like the Shadow Temple and the Arbiter's Grounds, which shows the merciless side of the Royal Family, and being able to interact with the Gerudo in OoT and draw conclusions as to how they really are despite the overt racism the rest of Hyrule displays towards them, to name a few. What is different between the two, however, is how that information is framed. In Splatoon, you learn that the Inklings and the Octarians are fighting for survival essentially, for the remaining dry land. Of course the characters will impart biased information to you as the player as they are interested in preserving their own people. The losing party, in this case the Octarians, were forced to flee and hang onto survival in ancient human shelters. We learn that at some point in time the Octarians and the Inklings had worked together, so why is this no longer the case? Is it greed and fear at their shrinking landmass that caused their alliance to fracture, that they couldn't come to some sort of agreement on how to use their resources? The game still eventually makes you view the Octarians as your enemy, because in the grand scheme of the story they are your enemy, but the lore that you learn frames it as the inevitability that comes with the consequences of war and the scarcity of resources aka there isn't really a good side or a bad side, it is just what it means to live in a post-apocalyptic world, maybe in a way an inheritance of human greed and their need for survival.

In Zelda, however, the way the story is framed is different. Even though we learn of the misdeeds of Hyrule and the Royal Family, there is no consequence attached to their actions. When they persecuted the Sheikah, and unjustly so, for their possession and knowledge of Sheikah technology, the Sheikah were either forced to concede and live out their lives peacefully or rebel and forever become an outlawed group in Hyrule. The people who were imprisoned in the Twilight Realm were never really paid any reparations from Hyrule; their evil status was maintained, and the onus was on Midna to understand that the dwellers of light were not all that bad. Her solution was to destroy the mirror of twilight, forever severing her world from Hyrule, which says a lot doesn't it. The Shadow Temple acknowledges that the Royal Family tortured and killed any dissenting voices and those they considered an enemy, but that is not really ever brought up in a context where it is considered a wrongdoing. There is also something to consider here, and that is that Zelda's lore presents, objectively, that Hylians and the Hyrulean Royal Family are favored by the gods. This isn't even propaganda; this is in-game fact. We, as players, can see that it follows the pattern of propaganda that imperialist nations tend to spread to legitimize their rule, but in the game's story it isn't presented in that way. So, unlike the Octarians and the Inklings who are equal factions vying for control over land for the sake of survival, the lore is objectively telling you, all things considered, that there is always one side that is already favored, and that is the side that will be the one that is good. For something like Splatoon to work in LoZ, LoZ's lore would need major tweaking. For one, it would have to present Hyrule's enemy, whoever it is, as truly having legitimacy for opposing Hyrule. It would also have to go out of its way to demonstrate that, in some shape or form, that godly favor does not make one good, it just makes one more powerful and influential. It would have to change in a way where you are shown that maybe you aren't necessarily fighting for good and preservation of light and peace, but essentially for your own survival and the survival of the people you care about. The cost is not the defeat of the ultimate evil, but instead the loss of the survival that your enemy is also fighting for. It would have to put both the plight of Hyrule and her enemies on the same level. We came close to that in the Wind Waker, where Daphnes had urged Link and Tetra to find their own land, free of Hyrule's old history but, as we can see, we have backpedaled quite hard on that, with Hyrule's imperialism being framed as the ultimate good. (I LOVE OCTAVIO, he reminds me so much of OoT Ganondorf, sometimes I call him DJ Squidorf just for my own amusement)

[joelswritingmistress]

My Boss: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: After a slow day at work, Joel returns to help you drag the kayaks out of the rain at the day's end. Despite feeling guilt you devise a plan with a white lie to draw him to your cabin after hours.

Reader x Joel Miller

Joel eventually made his way up to the arts and crafts tent, making his rounds more heavily to the indoor stations on, what turned into, a rainy afternoon. You felt his absence when he had gone, though you knew he was throwing you a bone in giving you the lake station on a rainy day.

You toyed on your phone a bit, browsing Instagram and Tumblr. You put your phone into private mode and cyber stalked Joel, smirking to yourself when his professional photo popped up. He was as cute as ever with a neat, navy blue polo on in his head shot. Facial hair was trim and hair combed perfectly above a beaming smile.

The rain picked up again, creating a steady rhythm on the metal roof of the shed. You tucked your feet in farther, careful not to get your white Nikes soaked in the downpour that made every attempt to get into your dry space.

Next to you, the empty chair made you sigh. It was selfish. You knew it. Joel wasn't yours to keep to yourself all day, though you wished one day maybe there was some snowball's chance in hell he could be.

You rested your chin in your palm and stared out at the water. It was calming amidst your fiery thoughts. Plus, every day in recent memory had been sunny. A rainy day was inevitable.

One o'clock passed, then two, and then three. Somewhere in there you took your lunch break, though the whole day felt like one giant break. Still, you didn't feel too guilty because you had been working around the clock since early June. It was fun work, but by late July you didn't mind a light day at "the office".

When five o'clock rolled around and the rain remained, you threw up the hood on the light zip up sweatshirt you wore over jean shorts and hurried toward the little beach.

Rain seemed to come at you from all sides. Up, down sideways. You yanked the first canoe away from the lake's edge and dragged it back into the shed. And then you did the same with the second before beginning on the first kayak.

"Hey!" Joel's voice cut through the rain's elegant putter-patter and you whipped your head in his direction as he appeared out of nowhere from the path. A strand of wet hair stuck to your cheek with the sudden turn of your head.

"Hey!" You waved with a smile, suddenly not caring how wet you were.

"I'm sorry," he shouted, joining you immediately to help with the last two. "You could've waited for me. I would've helped."

You shrugged and began carrying the kayak with him. "I didn't do all that much today. I can handle it."

"Now all you need is a pina colada."

"What?" You asked with a laugh.

"The song, you know? If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain." Joel grinned wide and then shook his head as you both entered the little shack. "Sorry, bad dad joke I guess."

You laughed out loud. He was so cute. You loved his dad joke, and now that he explained, it was funny. "No, that was funny." You continued to grin at him and then the two of you sighed at the same time, eying the remaining kayak.

You made a move to run out to retrieve it but he stopped you. "I got it." Joel hurried out before you could protest and it didn't take long for him to return, dragging it in to the lone dry area.

And there he was again with his saturated t-shirt and baseball hat. Your eyes drank him in and you could tell he sensed it that time.

"Arts and crafts crowded?" You asked looking down toward the purple kayak by your feet.

"Yeah." He nodded. "We're going to postpone tonight's outdoor movie until tomorrow. Frank volunteered to deejay a dance party in the dining hall instead."

"That sounds fun." You smirked. "Do you need anyone to work it? Because-"

"Take the night off," Joel cut you off. "You've earned it. You've done a lot of extra hours here when you should've been doing.. whatever."

"Are you working it?" You but your lip when your eyes met and looked away from him just after.

Joel tapped the walkie-talkie that was attached to the waist of his cargo shorts. "On call. If something goes wrong I'll head over but otherwise, no. I'm just going to check in a few times."

"Well hopefully you can enjoy a quiet night in for a change, too."

"Yeah." Joel held your gaze and nodded.

"Yeah." You smirked again at him, wanting him so badly to invite you to his cabin. You knew he wouldn't, but you hoped he would anyway. A part of you wondered if he was thinking about it. Was it even remotely possible that Joel had even in the slightest interest in you?

Don't give yourself false hope, you warned your heart. On the same note, your mind searched for a reason to get him to your cabin.

A stray drop of water fell onto your forehead from the ceiling and you both glanced up. Right there, an idea was born. Was it a sign?

You made a little noise of disapproval. "I bet that one spot in my ceiling is leaking again." A lie. You felt bad but maybe, just maybe, it would draw him over.

"What spot in your ceiling?" His eyebrows pressed together with concern and you thought about coming clean. Lying wasn't something you liked to do, nor were you good at it. Still, what was the harm in a little white lie?

"The first week, I just got a little drip like this." You motioned to the ceiling as another drop bombarded you from above. "Nothing major. Just annoying." You used your fingertips to wipe the stay bead of rain away.

"I can take a look at it. It's only a quick fix but I have some of that spray that seals leaks, from that old infomercial. It works surprisingly well for a temporary fix."

"Are you sure?" Fuck, you felt bad but you were equally excited. Now you had to stage a leak.

Joel nodded. He seemed to be studying your expression. "Why don't you head back, get yourself dry and I'll be over in an hour. I just have to make sure Frank's all set for the dance and the chaperones are there on time. Set up some limbo games and whatever else."

Your heart was pounding. An hour. It would be the most anticipated hour of your life.

"Okay. Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome." Joel held your gaze and you finally looked away when you couldn't take it anymore.

"Go home," he echoed. "I'll lock up and I'll see ya in a bit."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

Joel nodded and shooed you with his hand, making you grin. You grabbed the drawstring bag you'd brought down and hurried through the rain back to your cabin.

When you got inside you could've shrieked with excitement but you held it together and told yourself to act like an adult. Twenty-two was a funny age. You weren't a kid but you also hadn't been around the block as much as someone like Joel had. That you were sure of, in every way imaginable.

Luck was on your side again. There actually was a small leak by the back door. You couldn't help but think the stars were aligning to some degree. Seeing that the leak had taken care of itself, you placed a small spaghetti pot beneath it on the floor and focused on getting yourself looking as cute as possible after a nice, warm shower.

[hatsumaki45]

¡Happy New- Yoohyeon day (?!

The girls spent New Year's together celebrating Princess Hyeonnie's birthday, and it looks like this party involved quite a bit of alcohol.... 😏

✨ I think Yoohyeon indulged in a few extra drinks since they were celebrating x2, and it resulted in her getting sticky with the members.

✨ Hugs, kisses on the cheek and for sure she'll go from lap to lap looking for the same affection and have even more attention.

✨ Not so deep down, Yoohyeon is a puppy who loves to be the center of attention of all her members and to be pampered.

✨ JiU with her easy laugh and her mammy kink (especially sensitive to Yoohyeon) keeps her on her lap for quite a while to tease her.

✨ She gets addicted to giving her kisses on her neck AND making her suddenly shiver.

✨ Eventually she lets go of her cup to caress her legs. I'd use the other one if Yoohyeon isn't using it to play with and she loves that cute habit of hers.

✨ One hand is enough either way, drawing circles on the younger girl's thighs gets her to spread her legs apart to get to that sweet spot...

✨ Oh surprise... It's really hot.

✨ The caresses don't come at all, and we already have SuA stealing Yoohyeon to give her a heated kiss in front of everyone. That doesn't take long to heat up the atmosphere and soon they are all in a kind of war to have some Yoohyeon to kiss and caress, of course they try to make sure that the blue-haired girl is the one who enjoys the most.

✨ Somehow, Dami, Siyeon and Dongie find a way to tease the three of them together, while Yoohyeon is sitting on Siyeon's legs, Dami is caressing her waist and kissing one shoulder while Dong is marking the other one with her lipstick. Siyeon of course enjoys the view as she fucks Yoohyeon's mouth with her fingers and gives a nice show to the rest by wiggling her hips and making Yoohyeon warm up.

✨ Gahyeon takes her time alone, the level of alcohol in her blood and how needy Yoohyeon is makes the game get rough. Yoohyeon is sitting on the table when she loses her pretty sweater and starts getting marks for "being such a pretty girl".

✨ While her words are cute, the kisses and bites are not so cute. And in fact, scratches have appeared on Yoohyeon's legs by accident, Gahyeon didn't plan to take her like that, but he finds it impossible not to want to touch her like that.

✨ JiU suggests to take off her shorts and the pretty green lingerie on her is pushed aside for Gahyeon's fingers to enter it.

✨ Gahyeon will tease how greedy she is for money as she pumps inside her. Then she would tell her something like "you canary a lot being a whore"...

✨ And Yoohyeon, even though she's more lust than person, smiles and looks at her to say: Yes, as she was driving them all 6 crazy doing nothing but breathing and being pretty. She then suggests that they all pay her, jokingly....

✨ JiU suddenly opens her wallet and leaves a good amount of Wons in Yoohyeon's bra, winks at her and says: I'll take you next turn, princess.

✨ After that, the role-play starts to get out of control, and indeed, Yoohyeon gets the room filled with money just because her friends want too much to fuck her and fill her up one by one.

✨ Or maybe... 2 by 2...

✨ And of course, they spanked that ass in 4, Yoohyeon is one tooooooo cute puppy and deserves to be branded.

✨ Legend has it that Yoohyeon came home overly satisfied.

-.-.-.-.-~

Hey, i'm sorry, DaDong is not My speciality

[thranduel]

will’s art and the d&d party have always been a big part of mike and will’s relationship

i find it so interesting how in the very first season, they make it clear that will is an artist and very passionate about drawing. he draws things that mean a lot to him and gives his artwork to the people he loves most.

they chose to show mike looking through will’s drawings of their party (and confirmed that mike collects them and has a binder filled with them) after he thought he lost him. they could’ve used anything else, like mike looking through photos of them together or maybe d&d figures they used to play with, but they specifically chose will’s drawings to highlight how important art is and how it’ll play an important part in their relationship later on (like when mike finds out the truth about the painting from season 4 and eventually realises his feelings for will).

season 2

when will is possessed, joyce is telling will how she gave him a box of crayons for his birthday and he drew a big rainbow space ship and she was so proud of him. i still remember when season 2 came out, people immediately knew this was queer subtext (since will was written as queer). i don’t think joyce specifically meant it in that way in the show, will just simply drew a rainbow ship because he had lots of colours, but it was definitely supposed to be a little hint directed towards the audience. it’s also interesting how they specifically chose this memory and then shortly after, mike talks about the day they first met and how asking will to be his friend was the best thing he’s ever done. see how they've used art and mike in the same scene again?

season 3

mike and will have an argument where mike projects a lot and gets defensive. he’s forcing himself to be a certain way (even finn said this in an interview) and trying so hard to be what society considers “normal” (aka straight). society expects boys their age to start talking to girls, and that’s what mike feels like he has to do. will says “you’re ruining our party” (and sometimes when mike and will talk about the party, it’s also code for their own relationship) and he’s clearly upset that his best friend is becoming distant. then mike eventually asks “i mean, what did you think, really? that we were never gonna get girlfriends? that we were just gonna sit around in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?”. then will says “yeah. i guess i did. i really did”, because that’s all he’s wanted. he feels safest when he’s with mike and playing d&d is an escape and distraction from the real world. mike’s basement is basically his second home, and a cute detail that many people missed is when mike saves will in season 2 on halloween night and tells him “i’m gonna get you home, okay?”, he actually takes him to his basement where they talk about going crazy together.

anyways, after their fight in 3x03, will ends up leaving and breaking down because he thinks he’s just lost his safe place, and mike eventually rides his bike in a storm to apologise. then, at the end of season 3 during their last private moment together before will leaves town, mike is concerned when he sees will putting his d&d board in the donations box. he asks “what if you wanna join another party?” (aka “what if you meet other people in your new town and forget about me?”) and will says “not possible”, because he could never move on from the boy he loves most.

season 4

we see will working on a special painting for mike. as i mentioned above, the last private conversation they had together was about their d&d party and it’s always been incredibly special to both of them. will was thinking of mike while he was away and wanted to give the painting to him as a welcoming gift for when he came to visit. i think he thought about their last conversation a lot and it’s also his way of saying “see? i kept my promise. i could never forget about you”. also, i think it’s important to remember that mike and will have been by each other’s side since they were 4 years old, so being away from each other was so difficult for both of them. they both admitted that they’re afraid of losing each other and things weren’t the same when they were without each other.

in episode 8, will sees that mike is upset and decides to give him the painting. this painting is what makes mike the happiest he looked all season. his face lit up the moment he opened it and you could tell he immediately felt so much better. will then confessed his love for mike and told him that he’s the heart of the party that leads and inspires them all. he also told him that he was so lost without him, that he makes him feel better for being different and that he’ll always need him. this made mike feel so loved and gave him so much strength.

look at that smile!!!!!!!

anyways, when i first watched this scene, i felt sick that they had the audacity to take something so personal and special for will and mike (will’s art and their d&d party) and make it about mike and el. hearing will use el’s name as a disguise in an attempt to help mike feel better and bring their relationship closer absolutely broke me. it was selfless of him and it was beautiful to see how much he loves mike and how he would do whatever he can to make sure he's happy, but it was also such a cruel thing for the writers to do, especially as it led to mike saying his forced monologue in episode 9 (which i don't even want to talk about because that's a mess for so many reasons). seeing will cry afterwards was absolutely heartbreaking as well.

i truly believe that this painting will be brought up again in season 5 and it’ll be the thing that finally makes mike realise his true feelings. after all, mike only confessed to el because of will. he thought will was talking about el when he was actually talking about himself he entire time. this painting was so heavily focused on and the duffer brothers said it took so long to make it perfect. i highly doubt they used it as a plot device to force another ship back together while will suffers all alone. that would be the most cruel and unnecessary thing they could do to a kid who has suffered enough. will's art and the d&d party is also a very personal thing between mike and will only. no one else. making it about another ship isn’t okay at all. they have to address it again because it’s important to both of them and it's the only thing that’ll make sense from a narrative standpoint. it would also be so beautiful to finally see two childhood best friends realise their feelings for each other after all the slowburn and build up and it would make rewatching the show so much more worth it because then you’ll notice all the little details.

[please-dontperceiveme]

I've been DYING to ask questions about your ocs! 1. is fanart ok? 2. PLEASE share more about Lucky their design is SO GOOD! (ALSO THE KINK LIST 👌) what's their cannon story? 3. How did Sunshine find out they like being filled? What's their favorite? (I'm @preg-vancy !)

ABSOLUTELY FANART IS OKAY. I AM TAKING YOU GENTLY BY THE SHOULDERS. IF YOU DRAW FANART OR WRITE FANFIC OF MY OCS I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Lucky is a physically disabled, depressed early 20-something that doesn't really know what she wants to do with her life. She works as a gal Friday for a rich asshole that doesn't really care about her, and she's just kinda resigned to it because she doesn't have the energy to get out and get another job. She had a bad encounter a few years ago with someone who made her feel ashamed of eating and her body, so she struggles a lot with self image and keeping herself fed. Deep down, she just wants to be taken away from her dreary life and maybe kept as some monster's pet, but she deserves more agency than that, and eventually makes some friends and finds a new job that treat her the way she deserves.

Sunshine didn't have the full realization until he was forty, but in his early twenties, his friend Merry convinced him to fill up on beer and soda at parties more than once, and it made him feel funny afterward. He'd chalked it up to the alcohol at the time, but fast forward twenty years to chugging the rest of the milk in the fridge before it can go bad, and something kind of clicks for him when he gets that funny feeling again without the alcohol buzz.

[bunnidarling]

About Averyll:

1: Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from? Averyll grew up in the country between Candlekeep and Baulder’s Gate. His mum and dad have an inn off of the Coast Way

2: What is your character's alignment? Chaotic Good

3: Race and subclass? Half-Elf Bard

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found? Maybe just wandering along the risen road somewhere between the abandoned inn and Wakeens Rest.

5: Dark Urge or no? Nope

6: What companion are you platonically close with? Karlach is his ride or die BFF but he’s friendly with all of the companions. 

7: Romantically close with? Astarion and Halsin

8: Who are they suspicious of? The Dream Visitor 

9: Is your Tav from Baldur's Gate? Why are they travelling there? He spent a lot of time there as he traveled up and down the Sword Coast practicing bardic arts. 

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Yes- viola

11: Weapon of choice? Rapier / Shortbow

12: What is their orientation? Like sexual orientation? Gay. Gay and slutty. 

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? He doesn’t enjoy killing mindlessly, but can’t help getting swept up in the bloodlust during a good battle. 

14: What hobbies does your Tav have? He enjoys writing stories and drawing. 

15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike? NPC’s they like: Dammon, Alfira, Isobel and Dame Aylen, Madame Lucretius NPC’s they dislike: Cazador, Gortash, Lorroakan, Roland, Auntie Ethel

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn? They’ve become quite fond of owlbears and cave bears lately. 

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He does! Both his parents were adventures, so he came by it honestly. He hadn’t gone on too many adventures beyond the cities along the Sword Coast before the abduction. 

18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid? Probably continue their travels up and down the swordcoast. Had they not been kidnapped they likely may have found up in some kind of adventure. It would find them eventually. 

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? Dang. Hard to say! Probably shooting their mouth off to the wrong person at the wrong time, but that charisma is just too. Damn. high! So I’d like to imagine they’d die cuddled up with their loved ones safe and warm in bed. 

20: Would they destroy the elder brain or control it? Destroy!

21: What is your Tav's favorite spell? Faerie Fire/Cure Wounds

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Common and Elvish 

23: What do they do after the absolute crisis? Its a really hard choice for him because of how much he loves Karlach, but seeing Astarion run off smoking nearly broke his heart. He chased after him, sending Wyll in his stead. He and Astarion are currently adventuring through the underdark to find a cure for Astarion’s sun sensitivity. 

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Not really. 

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav? The Fool

26: What animal best represents your Tav? The swallow

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3? Pretty interesting. Averyll was still close with his parents, but had left the nest as it were. He was in the process of finding himself as he journeyed from country to city singing his stories.

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? He’s the leader and he’s pretty bewildered as to -why-. He’s the youngest and the least experienced and everyone relies on his decisions. It's a little overwhelming but he’s doing his best. 

29: Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not? Hell yeah gimme them worms

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav? He’s a good kid. He has his flaws, of course, but has a big heart. He wants to do right by the people he cares about and try to leave the world better than he found it. If he can make someone laugh or smile with his songs or quips it makes his day. I also love how he seems incredibly innocent and is VERY much not.

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Finding you - part 2/9

Day two of the festival brings with it a sassy Lachlan (@kc-and-co ) and Jonathan getting to relax while spending a day with him.

He woke up to the sound of voices outside somewhere in the distance as people were on about with their daily tasks at the festivals or they were making their way back towards their sleeping areas from a late party. Lachlan was still sleeping soundly next to him, an arm draped around his waist, Jonathan initially being reluctant to even move as to not wake him up.

But he needed to get the day started and also grab a few coffees and oddly enough a pain killer, despite him not drinking that much the previous night.

Slowly adjusting his position, he let out a soft exhale as Lachlan didn’t stir. Taking hold of his wrist, he gently lifted it, Lachlan finally coming to, taking his hand away to only pull Jonathan closer, mumbling something about it being too early.

Letting out a soft chuckle, Jonathan shook his head “I need to get coffee.” He whispered.

“No. Stay.”

Turning around to properly look at him, he smiled “I really need to go. I’ll be back.”

Lifting his hand, he held it up “Five more minutes, then we both go.”

But of course five minutes was never a good idea, a snooze to the otherwise pretty tight schedule Jonathan held in check resulted in an extra hour of napping, him actually waking up in a panic, searching for his phone, Lachlan barely getting up to rub his eyes “What’s wrong?”

“I overslept.”

“So?” he asked nonchalantly “What time is it?”

“A bit over eight thirty. Want a pain killer?” he held out a small bag filled with Muggle pills.

Blinking at him, Lachlan fell back groaning “I thought it was twelve or something. At what time do you open the tent?”

“Six in the evening, maybe five if we’re all awake and sober by then.”

Giving him a serious look, Lachlan clicked his tongue “Really? I bet you everyone is asleep and you’re the only one up and about.” Lifting his brows, he added “Am I wrong?”

“No. I usually am the first one up.”

Lifting his hands up in a dramatic fashion, he let them fall as he huffed “I rest my case.”

Frowning, Jonathan added “Someone needs to be responsible.”

“You’re always the responsible one. Tonight, you drink and I take care of you.” Pointing a finger as Jonathan began to shake his head, he added “Neah uh, no, you’re doing it. No going back.”

“No. If you want, we’ll drink together but no hard stuff, it makes me sick.”

Rolling his eyes, Lachlan supported himself on his elbows “That’s because you drank vodka, tequila and some other stuff that ONE time. You’re doing this my way. I promise you’ll have fun. I’ll be there. Now, where can I go get coffee from?”

“I’ll show you.”

Waving his hand about, he shook his head “No, you draw me a map if you want, but you’re not going anywhere. Alright?” getting up, he looked through his bag, waving the phone in Jonathan’s face “Or share our location, all good. I’ll have my phone with me this time.” Seeing his reluctancy, Lachlan ruffled his hair, Jonathan eventually agreeing.

That didn’t mean he did not pace back and forth until he saw him coming back, Jonathan going out on the small terrace his tent had, sitting down, trying to find a relaxed pose. As Lachlan sat down with a big smile on his face, he offered the coffee proudly alongside some natural juice and breakfast “Told you I could do it.” He winked as he placed everything down “Your coffee.” He handed it out, Jonathan taking a sip, sighing softly “I’m really sorry about last night. I should have told you I was going away.”

“It’s fine. No harm done.”

“Don’t lie. You were crying and while I might not know where I am or what to do with myself half the time, seeing you like that…”

Placing a hand on his shoulder, Jonathan smiled “Don’t do this to yourself alright. I’m not mad.”

Looking up at the clear summer sky, Lachlan addressed a question Jonathan never thought he would hear from him “How many times have I made you feel like that?”

Jonathan tensed suddenly, eyes watching him “Hey, hey, look at me.” Positioning himself to sit in from of Lachlan, he held his gaze “I worry yes, not because you get lost or don’t remember details, it has nothing to do with it. I worried and I worry because I care about you. And a festival yeah it’s fun, but a lot of bad things can happen. Last year was the first time for me, Aiden and his girlfriend back then. We didn’t know any better, took a drink from a stranger and ended up drugged out of our minds and hooked up, all of us. Trust me, sometimes it can end up way worse.”

Bursting out laughing, Lachlan barely got it together “You hooked up with a guy and girl?”

“Not my proudest moment and that was after I made a wanted poster with my photo and number asking people if they wanted me, I got calls until like a few months ago. Worst thing is we all remember different parts of that night. Surprised Aiden wanted to join us again this year.”

“You and him?” he gestured, Jonathan groaning.

“Yeah and that guy is as straight as they get. So, yeah, I was worried you might have ended up with a bad crowd, took something, I don’t know. Can you please stop laughing?”

“Alright, alright. Surprised is all. But you can’t have a festival without a wild story.”

“Yes and no.” Jonathan added “You can have fun, get drunk, still have a story.”

“Oi Jonathan you up?” the very sound of Karl’s voice made Jonathan wince slightly. Glancing at Lachlan, he just shrug his shoulders, taking a sip from his paper cup.

“Back here.” Jonathan said getting up, Karl walking over “You good?”

“Yes, you?” Jonathan only nodding “Good. Can I have a word with ocean eyes over there?” Karl asked pointing at Lachlan.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” But despite Jonathan’s words, Lachlan still got up, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Sure, where at?” Jonathan looking at him like he had just his mind.

“A bit further down the road.” Lachlan gesturing for him to lead the way, patting Jonathan on the back. Getting out of ear shot, Karl looked over at Jonathan who was ready to sprint towards them, Lachlan crossing his arms over his chest “Look man, I don’t know you, but I also don’t want this to be a problem.”

“This? You and me? Me and him? What are you getting at exactly?”

Karl’s eyes went directly to Lachlan’s face when he asked about himself and Jonathan, but he chose to go about it another way “He obviously cares about you, but we’re here to enjoy ourselves. I’ve never seen him like last night…”

“And that has nothing to do with you. I appreciate the concern you have for him, but he can handle himself. As far as I’m concerned, I’m none of your business. So let’s enjoy yourselves as you said and not make this a big deal.” Nodding since he knew he made his point, Lachlan smiled.

“I’m sorry but how long have you known him?”

“That has nothing to do with anything. So, let’s shake hands, for his sake and pretend we can get by a few days.” Lachlan added extending his hand, Karl reluctantly shaking it “Brilliant. First beer’s on me.” Walking away, he turned around suddenly “Oh and thank you for today. We’ll make good use of it.” Karl looking positively confused “I’m certain you’ll manage the tent without him. Smashing idea.” Laughing, he turned to look at Jonathan, him giving him a puzzled look.

“All good?”

“Yes, we have all day to our own, no need to work today. Show me around, let’s have some fun.” Circling his arm around his neck, he pulled him back to the tent so they could finish their coffees and breakfast before going on to enjoy their days.

“What did you even tell him?”

“Nothing much, don’t worry about him. He needs to relax a bit.” But Jonathan still noticed the small frown between his brows.

But if it was one thing Jonathan didn’t want to do was argue. And a day with just him and Lachlan lounging about, having fun with the different activities, checking out stalls, dancing, taking photos, that sounded divine in his mind so he went with it.

He allowed for him to choose his drinks, but by the time the concerts started and more music was blasting around them, the ground shaking underneath their feet from the bass, Jonathan was tipsy to say the least. Leaning against Lachlan, his head bobbed against his “You got me drunk.” He laughed, something he would often do when too much alcohol was involved “And I need food. Snacks, particularly snacks.”

Once that was out of the way and the haze somewhat subsiding, they sat together in the lounging area, enjoying a beer “I missed this.” Jonathan admitted, Lachlan turning his head to look at him “Us. I was so used to being with you on a daily basis that last year felt so wrong.”

“You got to travel, have fun. We did get to see each other too, but things change, people do too.”

Slightly slurring his words, Jonathan admitted “I miss you. And I did lie.” He pointed to the bird tattoo “It doesn’t stand for freedom or the bullshit I said. It’s a reminder of our date.”

“I know.” Lachlan admitted quietly, letting out a small chuckle “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that nervous before.” Both of them laughing as they remembered their date “I like you like this, more confident, sure of yourself.”

“Not there yet, not as much as I would like to be. Hopefully soon.”

Sitting up, supporting his weight on his elbow, Lachlan asked “What’s missing?”

“Accepting” he lifted a finger “Admitting fully” he counted another “Being honest to people who deserve it.”

“Aren’t you all those things? Because from where I’m standing you are.”

Scoffing, the back of his hand gently smacked Lachlan’s chest “Neah, far from it. Been running from a lot ever since I can remember.” Lachlan pointing a finger at himself, Jonathan’s eyes widening “No, God, not you. I can’t imagine the world without you in it.”

“Good.” He smiled, tipping his beer against Jonathan’s, a soft clank between the bottles echoing between them.

“Lachlan, Jonathan!” Aiden’s voice was heard a few feet away from them, him waving “Are you coming with us to dance?” looking over, Aiden was with a familiar girl from that year’s festival, Karl also next to him, a guy whom none of them knew holding his hand, causing Lachlan to almost scoff.

“You want to go?”

“If you want. If not sitting her with you is fine with me.”

Lifting his eyes, Lachlan yelled across “We’ll pass, see you tomorrow.” Jonathan also waving at them with a goofy smile.

Watching them leave, Lachlan grimaced, Jonathan laughing “Trust me, I don’t really like him that much either, but him and Aiden are good friends. So we tolerate him. He’s not all that bad, not when you get to know him, you can rely on him but he is just a bit too out there.”

“I noticed. Well if he ever bothers you too much, tell me. I can hop on a train and come beat him up for you.”

Laughing, Jonathan shook his head “I’d rather you didn’t end up in a fight because of me. Plus I can hold my own, but I don’t like it when it comes to that.” Looking into Lachlan’s eyes, he asked “Can we not talk about him anymore?”

“Sure thing.” Leaning in, Lachlan smiled “We can do whatever you want.”

[anbubisibuna]

Some das Haus Anubis Headcanons ( some also may fit for Het Huis Anubis)

Kaya does not wash his clothes. In Season 1 when Kaya was about to visit his father his shirt was pink because Victor washed it, then in Season 2 when Rosie used tar instead of laundry detergent. Kaya looks like this:

But the rest all look normal. So maybe a he doesn't know how or his father just pays more for it. He does seem like he is a bit more spoiled and not very self sufficent so yeah.

When playing Monopoly Magnus insists on being bank. That's because when Felix and him were playing one time in Season 1 he basically had the cardboard on his lap and it fits for his character

Mara's parents aren't her biological parents but neither she or her parents know it. This is because Mara is supposed to be the last on the bloodline of Amneris. But what about her parents then? Radus tells her in the end of Season 2 that her family did flee from egypt and I think she was just a baby back then. Or more so a newborn for my hc. I still have to think of a reason for why but some people were after the chosen and killed every new born baby. ( Yeah it's pretty extreme. Maybe some of you can think of a reason why, the Curse of Anchesamon doesn't exist in DHA). During this massacre her parents fleed but but they got the wrong baby. " Mara." ( Mara's biological parents were therefor murdered)

Magnus got sent away from home because he started acting out after his father went to prison. It does make sense after a trauma incident to happen for a young child to act out. Magnus mother met a new man shortly after his father went to prison and I do think that he tried to break them up. And did some other stuff aswell. Eventually his mother had enough of his behaviour and sent him away.

Mara is good in sport and she knows alot about it but she's not that much into it. She enjoys some sports. She uses it as a way to bond with her father who she enjoys doing it with the most. This is particular because in Season 1 when Mara is sad about Kaya yet again and complains to Luzy. She says: " But when we are together he's totally different. Then it's just about his sport again." She sounds kinda annoyed at the second sentence. Also Mara never really seemed to be very interested in sport in Season 1 until she found out it was a way to get Kaya.

Magnus and Felix have been in the House Anubis the longest. I'm sure they know eachother for long time now. Felix does know Magnus and is able to deal with him and can tolerate him back in Season 1 until to a breaking point. But he is able to just forget about it in Season 2. So I think they are really close like brothers.

Kaya is a year or two older than everyone else and he had to repeat a school year. This is because Kaya is knowingly not doing well in school. And because Benny did steal Kaya's girlfriend some time ago. This must have happened before the year and a half relationship with Delia. ( Unless he cheated or they were on/off) If he was the same age like everyone else. He would have been 13 when that happened. And it seems a bit young to me. Also compared to the others he looks older because he is bigger.

This picture:

was taken after or during Victors Birthday Party:

Mara and Magnus wanted or at least they tried to keep their relationship a secret or private at first. ( they made it secretive but at the same time so obvious it was confusing) I think they didn't want any gossip that Mara dated Magnus after she went out with Kaya " the most popular guy in school." And these girl fans Kaya has undeservingly were like: " Are you crazy?" They also seem to be caught of guard after Radus asks them if Mara is his new girlfriend after they stand before him like this:

and then this:

I don't know i just like them being more private of their relationship unlike Nina and Daniel who seem to have their problems and everything else all open to their Club Friends.

Nina likes to draw and is very good at it. This is because her actress likes to do art. And there is not much about Nina and it fits her. I also saw some drawings in her locker.

Magnus went through an emo phase wearing just black. It's basically because his character. Jeroen still seems to be kind of in it lol.

Mara and Magnus sometimes sneak out to sleep in one bed together. This is because they did this in season 2 and because Magnus mentions when Mara is captured and he talks to hef picture that soon she will experience Felix snoring again. That could mean that sometimes she goes over his place aswell. And that was after the whole Raven thing and Mara couldn't sleep well so she went to him or he to her.

Mara and Delia have talked after Season 2 and Mara has apologized to Delia again because she kinda got between Kaya when they were dating. Delia did forgive her immediately because she was over Kaya some time ago. I think after Mara thought Delia had something with Magnus she understood what it must have felt like for Delia when she did all these things just for Kaya. The two can now just laugh about it that they were so obssessed with him. Season 3 Delia and Mara would never break their backs for Kaya!

Magnus saw one of his great grandparents fall on the floor and then die. That's why when someone drops on the floor he first thinks they are death. This was back in Season 1 when Delia fainted because she was starving. Magnus was like: " Is she still alive?" And then when Trabas collapsed and he thinks he killed him. And when Mara tricks him by fake fainting and Magnus asks Ms. Engel if she's dead.

Mara and Magnus haven't told anyone where they were in Season 3 when they were held hostage by that tattoo artist. They thought that are allowed to have their secrets too.

In S2 E22. Mara and Magnus go for a walk at the woods in the morning before school. At the same episode Nina and Daniel were looking for a wise old grey haired man. I hc that Nina and Daniel saw them shortly but didn't thought much of it.

Nina and Daniel were mentioned in the first School News Paper. The article of who is dating who. They were the main headline from the article as: " Prom King and Prom Queen found love."

Nina and Daniel were voted cutest couple in school by the students one time. In the show people gush alot about their relationship so it makes sense.

The Chosen One had to hold up the grail out of love. The whole thing is about bringing two lovers back together.

Daniel learned how to speak Latein from his uncle Per.

After the school news paper Luzy now wants to become a journalist.

Mara is very talented and quick in learning new languages she's also very interested in it. Both her parents are from Oman were they speak Arabic. She learned how to speak german when she was 11. She is also good in French and Italian.

Magnus mother is from Romania. Therfor he speaks romanian aswell. This is because the actor who plays him is Romanian descent. That's also why he is so good in french. I googled that the language is very similar to it.

Luzy and Max are not going to last. I just don't see it. Luzy seems to be more in love with the romantic gestures he does than with Max. Also they way they got together it wasn't I fell in love with you because I got to know you. It was more like: I fell in love with you because I was desperate for love and you gave me this. They also don't really match. They were so weird in Season 3 and Max is slowly becoming Kaya 2.0. And no one wants a Kaya 2.0 especially Luzy.

A small part of Luzy wanted Mara to go out with Kaya so she sees for herself what kind of guy he is and her obsession would end. Why would she constantly tell her to forget about that guy and seeing how miserable he makes her but still tell her she should try it with him. And her reaction in Season 2 when Mara reveals that Kaya has not replied to her once. She doesn't even sound surprised. More so: Yeah I haven't expected anything different.

Nobody believes it but Felix is a very good baker. He loves to to decorate pastries. A few years ago his dream was to open up his own cake and pastry shop.

Nancy Ninja is Delias favourite heroine because she is a fashionista just like her but at the same time a total badass.

Kaya's mother is from German. He grew up living with her in Germany. His father is from Turkey. Growing up he rarely seen his father until he was 11 years old when his father moved closer to them.

*might add more later :) but i just wanted to post these by far.

[conduitandconjurer]

Man I must have missed this star meme but ⭐⭐⭐⭐ for Klaus and the Doctor plz? 🥺

Omg ok let me see if I can limit it to four, LOL. For those who don't know, my mainverse on this blog is actually a delightful three-way crossover with Misfits and Doctor Who, and Klaus is married to the Ninth Doctor as portrayed by @mostincrediblechange. Their ship name is Spooky Space if you have no taste and wish to blacklist it LOL.

Klaus and the Doctor initially bonded over their shared experience of wartime trauma and deep personal loss, as well as their unorthodox relationship to death: the Doctor as someone forced to exterminate his entire home planet, Klaus as a medium for whom death is never a clear and finite boundary of existence. The Doctor picked Klaus up almost directly after the events of S2 (a detail which may change depending on S3), and their first actual date was on a planet almost entirely covered in mirror like crystal water with firefly like creatures floating in the air. Klaus would live in water if he could, so this is his favorite place in all the universe to visit. It's also prompted him to think of himself as a mermaid and of the Doctor as his sexy sailor boy, lol.

When the Doctor found out about the first time Klaus was sexually assaulted (at fifteen), he went back in time to prevent the occurrence and to give Klaus the big furry black jacket that we see Klaus wearing in S1, and he also went back in time a second time to meet Klaus "for the first time" in Klaus's twenties, affording him several days stay, food, and bath at a hotel with no strings attached. This was maybe Klaus's first experience of a love outside his family that wasn't in some way transactional. They spent their first night together just snuggling in bed in big fuzzy white hotel robes watching the Home Shopping Network. Klaus, who was at least aware that the Doctor was a time traveler, started fantasizing about their future together and said he wanted tanzanite jewelry. After erasing Klaus's memory, the Doctor went forward in time to their current timeline and bought him some tanzanite. Somehow, it enabled Klaus to remember their actual first time together. Yes, it's really fucking romantic and I'm about to cry remembering it.

They have been married for 2 years now, although they intend to have another ceremony with the family they've accrued since. The fundament of their entire relationship is complete trust and mutual full disclosure, and that has never been violated by either party.

Where they do struggle is in their ironically similar need to please and provide, to "earn" the right, somehow, to be loved. Both tend to "run" from conflict; Klaus by feigning nonchalance and cheer (or using, though he's been mostly sober during their relationship), the Doctor by avoiding discussing what upsets him and by keeping busy with menial tasks. Eventually one breaks down and tells the other they need to talk; this is easy to do because ever since the Doctor gave Klaus some of his Regeneration energy, to prolong Klaus's life expectancy, they can "talk" telepathically. This is easier for the Doctor, who is still training Klaus how to shut out ambient "noise."

The Doctor built Klaus a whole little resting oasis in the TARDIS "Zero Room," where somehow his powers as a medium are muted completely, and he can rest ghost-free.

The siblings who have met the Doctor: Five, Ben (in an AU where Klaus resurrected him), Viktor (so far, off-screen). Five initially was suspicious of the Doctor and protective of Klaus, but has very gradually begun to approve of and even like him.

While with his husband, Klaus's powers have flourished. He can levitate with ease, conjure in a controlled way (he even has a meditation group for the ghosts who hang around the mansion, lol) and draw life force from the surrounding environment (this one is terrifying and he seems to only do it when really distraught).

They accidentally genetically engineered a daughter LOL, which led them down the rabbit’s hole of realizing they both wanted to be parents, and now they have 2 adopted adult children too, and a fourth biologically engineered kid, a boy, on the way. 

I cannot express enough how healthy and romantic their bond is, it fucking kills me. Their chemistry is effortless for me as a writer. Anyway omg I have an eye strain headache now but \o!!!!

[tehuti88-art]

2/16/24: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's character from my anthro WWII storyline is a twofer: Horst von Dobermann and Ewald von Dobermann. They are respectively: older brother and uncle of Louis Dobermann; older son and brother-in-law of Ilse von Dobermann; older son and younger brother of Rudolf von Dobermann; and are deceased before Inga Dobermann or Adelina Dobermann enter the story. Horst is a bit of a playboy (I gave him a dueling scar, seemed appropriate); I don't know much about Ewald, but he seems nice. There'll be more about them later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding their design, they're fawn-and-tan doberman pinschers; Ewald is a bit chubbier and I gave him light reddish hair to distinguish him a bit.

This is now all the von Dobermanns! Well, except Adelina's and Gerhardt's sons, Louis II and Diepold (they take their mother's name).

TUMBLR EDIT: Horst and especially Ewald are characters I don't know a lot about, so I haven't much to say. Like Ilse and Rudolf, they both die in the Spanish flu pandemic while Louis Dobermann is recuperating in a military hospital (where he meets bride-to-be Inga). Neither Inga nor of course Adelina ever gets to meet Dobermann's family as they're wiped out within days of each other in 1918.

The rest of this entry, until the end paragraph, will be divided/individualized for these two characters to avoid too much repetition...

I know a bit more about Horst due to his position in the von Dobermann family. (Louis drops the "von" while in the army; he and Inga and Addy take it back up following WWII.) Horst is the older of the two von Dobermann sons, members of a family of Junker barons, so he's the heir of the estate; the majority of it is supposed to go to him upon his parents' deaths. Louis wouldn't be left completely cut off, of course, though this is just the way of things even though under the Weimar Republic, their noble status has lost meaning. The Junkers are old fashioned and set in their ways, however, so, out in the country where many of them depend on each other for support, they pretty much continue their pre-Republic lifestyle.

Horst is most likely expected to find a nice Junker--or at least upper-class--bride, settle down, and start his own family. He never expresses too much interest in doing so, however. The von Dobermanns--with the exception of Louis--are social butterflies, chatty and outgoing and loving going to parties and events. Horst, especially, adores the spotlight. There's no such thing as negative attention. While he doesn't go out of his way to be a jerk or anything--in fact, he's quite charming--he is rather reckless at times, speeding his car through the countryside, engaging in duels just for the hell of it, participating in rough sports, getting into all sorts of hijinks. He likely breaks a lot of feminine (maybe a few masculine?) hearts along the way, although he doesn't do so out of malice, he's just rather shallow and can't be bothered to think out the consequences. He lives in the moment and never worries about the future, at least partly because he imagines it's all already laid out for him: Inheritance, wife, family. Maybe, even, Horst's careless lifestyle is a sort of rebellion against the planned-out future...but just a temporary one, because he knows eventually he'll need to set this lifestyle aside and take responsibility.

Louis is perhaps a few years younger than Horst. Oddly, he's the serious one, the one who's a little TOO responsible for his own good. Although the Prussians are known for their stuffiness, the von Dobermanns aren't especially so, yet he sure is. He's stoic straight out of the womb, hardly cries or fusses when he's born, is then a quiet obedient child, then a well-mannered yet reclusive teen who never intentionally causes trouble. (The one time he does cause trouble is actually the result of his parents conspiring with the parents of a neighboring Junker girl, Katharina von Thiel, to hook the two up; although they become close friends, they aren't romantically attracted in the least. Frau von Thiel can't decide whether to be offended that Louis and Katharina are caught visiting inappropriately, or that the inappropriate visit has nothing to do with romance.) Rudolf and Ilse ponder more than once whether they should look to him instead to ensure the family line, just in case Horst never outgrows his rebellious streak. If only Louis showed any interest in breaking some hearts, himself. He's as prudish and morally upright as one gets.

Unfortunately, none of this gets any chance to happen. Germany goes to war in 1914. It's traditional for the younger sons in Junker families to enlist in the military, and Louis promptly does so, out of a sense of duty as well as to prove that he's his own person, distinct from his family name; he even drops the aristocratic "von." Horst's carefree attitude dampens some, not just due to the less-jovial wartime circumstances, but with the sobering realization that Louis may very well never make it home again; this possibility increases as the war drags on and on, Louis moves up through the ranks to become a Hauptmann (captain), and his letters grow fewer and farther in between. Communication at last stops completely, and Rudolf, Ewald, Horst, and especially Ilse grow anxious about Louis's unknown fate.

As it turns out, Louis isn't the one they need to worry about: Although he's been badly wounded carrying another soldier, Gunter Hesse, to safety, he's currently receiving excellent care in hospital. The rest of the von Dobermanns should worry about themselves first off. See Ilse's entry. Ewald returns from a visit to the city and falls ill. In quick succession, the rest of the family, and many of the staff, sicken as well; at last Horst, feverish yet in the best shape, drives Rudolf, Ewald, and Ilse to the city hospital for emergency care, before collapsing himself. One by one they succumb--Horst is the next to last, his own young, relatively healthy immune system turning on itself. His mother Ilse goes to her death crying out for "My baby boy, he's in the army, where is my boy?" The hospital staff assume that she's asking about Horst (even as they wrap his still form in sheets and start disinfecting his room), and blame her raging fever for the delirium of believing he's in the army. Louis Dobermann was always so quiet and unassuming, and has been away for so long, that almost everyone has simply forgotten about him. At least, until lawyers for the von Dobermann estate send letters informing both the hospital and the city government that massive monetary donations have been made to help combat the flu...donations made in the name L DOBERMANN.

...The entire von Dobermann family is eradicated almost overnight, leaving the younger son, Louis, as the sole survivor and inheritor of the entire estate and all its finances. He goes from being an army captain lying deaf and wounded in a hospital to Freiherr Dobermann, the insanely wealthy sole owner of the Dobermann estate and sole carrier of the family name. It's a lot of responsibility to take on at once, especially for someone who is so ill at ease dealing with the public. Fortunately for him, shortly after receiving this devastating news in the hospital, he receives an unexpected visitor: A young woman named Inga, who makes the rounds offering encouragement and companionship to the injured troops. For the first time, Louis feels a spark, and Inga feels the same. He eventually returns to his family estate, but he's not alone, and he's no longer the only von Dobermann left. Despite tragedy's best efforts, the family line carries on through their daughter Adelina, then through her sons, Diepold and Louis II.

[Horst von Dobermann 2024 [‎Friday, ‎February ‎16, ‎2024, ‏‎12:00:17 AM]]

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 316

John 1:4

UNITY OF THE BODY 19 – RACISM IN CHURCH? 2

1Co 1:10 I urge you, my brothers and sisters, FOR THE SAKE OF THE NAME OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, TO AGREE TO LIVE IN UNITY WITH ONE ANOTHER AND PUT TO REST ANY DIVISION THAT ATTEMPTS TO TEAR YOU APART. BE RESTORED AS ONE UNITED BODY LIVING IN PERFECT HARMONY. Form a consistent choreography among yourselves, HAVING A COMMON PERSPECTIVE WITH SHARED VALUES. TPT

Racism is the prejudice that members of one race are intrinsically superior to members of other races. It is also the discriminatory or abusive behaviour towards members of another race.

Why we have to talk about Racism still, even when we have talked about Segregation, is because racism is harmful and deadly, being an offshoot of segregation itself.

Adolf Hitler arranged the Murder of over 6 million Jews because he despised that race as weaklings.

Phil 2:3 DO NOTHING FROM FRACTIONAL MOTIVES [THROUGH CONTENTIOUSNESS, STRIFE, SELFISHNESS OR FOR UNWORTHY ENDS] OR PROMPTED BY CONCEIT OR EMPTY ARROGANCE. Instead, IN THE TRUE SPIRIT OF HUMILITY (LOWLINESS OF MIND) LET EACH REGARD THE OTHER AS BETTER THAN AND SUPERIOR TO HIMSELF [thinking more highly of one-another than you do of yourself]. AMP

This was preached to Born again Christians, so that should tell you that such issues you see with Hitler, have tendencies in Church, because it is the same Adamic nature that ruled Hitler that you have in every man born of a woman.

Until the true “CROSS” experience, the Adamic nature still rules many.

The only difference is that Christians can pretentiously manage and cover their fleshly tendencies, but eventually, it explodes and we see murderous tendencies all over the church.

Jas 3:16 So wherever JEALOUSY AND SELFISHNESS are UNCOVERED, you will also find many troubles and EVERY KIND OF MEANNESS. TPT

Did you notice the word “Uncovered”? the “bottled-up” Adamic nature suddenly explodes and “all hell breaks loose”.

This is what happens when the Church fails to preach Christ and The Cross of Calvary (I Cor 2:2).

What causes Jealousy?

When the one who is of “lower status” also feels that Mr. “Higher status” is too full of himself.

You just see there’s no difference between both parties; they are all full of Mr. flesh.

Pro 13:10 THE ONLY EFFECT OF PRIDE IS FIGHTING; but wisdom is with the quiet in spirit. BBE

Someone in church only said something that “hurts your Pride” and you manage – in the name of Christianity and wanting to sustain a good impression about yourself – to bottle up your bitterness.

You pretend to forgive because it is the civil thing to do, but inside, you wish that person dead. At least, maybe not you, but a voice [in your mind] suggests seeing harm come to that person, and it feels good to you.

Jas 3:14-16 But IF YOU ARE BITTERLY JEALOUS AND FILLED WITH SELF-CENTERED AMBITION, DON'T BRAG. DON'T SAY THAT YOU ARE WISE WHEN IT ISN'T TRUE. That kind of wisdom doesn't come from above. It belongs to this world. IT IS SELF-CENTERED AND DEMONIC. WHEREVER THERE IS JEALOUSY AND RIVALRY, THERE IS DISORDER AND EVERY KIND OF EVIL. GW

We lie to ourselves that “our spirit” warns us to dissociate from certain people, but we probably have ambitions to be set above everybody else and celebrated the loudest.

When that fails or is threatened, we become ferocious.

Racism always draws lines and prepares harmful tendencies. Some even pray for evil to befall their “rivals”, who indeed, are fellow Christians.

Are they not murderers?

Gal 5:15 BUT IF YOU ACT LIKE WILD ANIMALS, HURTING AND HARMING EACH OTHER, THEN WATCH OUT, OR YOU WILL COMPLETELY DESTROY ONE ANOTHER. GNB

But how do these things start?

I don’t think that Christians just up and become Racist deliberately; there must have been a way satan “sold” some of us the “seed” and it was bought.

Let’s inspect, shall we?

These things take effect very subtly.

Have you ever joined a church or large group and you felt like: “I don’t want to get lost in the crowd; let me find someone or group with common goals with mine”?

1Co 11:18-19 I’ve been told many times that WHEN YOU MEET AS A CONGREGATION, DIVISIONS AND CLIQUES EMERGE—and to some extent, this doesn’t surprise me. DIFFERENCES OF OPINION ARE UNAVOIDABLE, YET THEY WILL REVEAL WHICH ONES AMONG YOU TRULY HAVE GOD’S APPROVAL. TPT

The moment we start looking for groups, class or isolated units in Church, we start drawing lines of segregation and division; we start surreptitiously looking for uniqueness and supremacy, and definitely, we get to despise others we soon see as a competition.

Racism is setting in, and soon, silent but obvious wars starts and the Church could become a battle ground, while we could feel so righteous about it all.

Mat 16:11-12 How could you not understand that I was not speaking to you about bread? But BEWARE OF THE YEAST OF THE PHARISEES AND SADDUCEES!” Then they understood that he had not told them to be on guard against the yeast in bread, BUT AGAINST THE TEACHING OF THE PHARISEES AND SADDUCEES.NET

By the time Jesus arrived on earth, the leadership of the Church had factions: Pharisees & Sadducees.

They were totally divided on Ground of beliefs and opinions.

Sadducees did not believe in resurrection, but even the Pharisees who did, had serious doctrinal and Character issues needing corrections.

Mat 22:34=35 THE PHARISEES LEARNED THAT JESUS HAD MADE THE SADDUCEES LOOK SO FOOLISH THAT THEY STOPPED TRYING TO ARGUE WITH HIM. So the Pharisees had a meeting. THEN ONE OF THEM, AN EXPERT IN THE LAW OF MOSES, ASKED JESUS A QUESTION TO TEST HIM. GNB

As we’ve said: Cliques, factions, groups, will soon fester and become Racist and there will be wars.

Act 23:6-8 When Paul saw that SOME of the council members were Sadducees and others were Pharisees, he shouted, "My friends, I am a Pharisee and the son of a Pharisee. I am on trial simply because I believe that the dead will be raised to life." AS SOON AS PAUL SAID THIS, the PHARISEES and the SADDUCEE GOT INTO A BIG ARGUMENT, and the COUNCIL MEMBERS STARTED TAKING SIDES. The Sadducees do not believe in angels or spirits or that the dead will rise to life. But the Pharisees believe in all of these, CEV

May we all attain Perfect and unconditional Unity in the body of Jesus Christ, in Jesus name.

Join us on Monday for more digging in as we proceed with this enlightening subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Friday, February 17, 2023

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[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

||Mommy… I mean Wanda?||

Part: 1

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Parings: wandanat x reader

A/N: Hi! This is my first wandanat fic pls be nice. And excuses any errors. 😘Also I may or may not be hiding away in my room rn avoiding the “party” that inspired this fic rn. 👀 Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Home for the holidays, you expect quite an uneventful trip, but the new neighbors may be able to prove you wrong.

Warnings: slight mommy kink, sexual suggestion, alcohol. (Think that’s it)

Word count:2,2k

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It’s the three days before Christmas and you just got home. Tonight your parents are having a small holiday “party”, it was tradition. Your parents had invited your aunt and uncle as well as their son, Nick. He was a seventeen year old boy whom you had nothing in common with. He was a good kid and you’d exchange a few words, but eventually you would just resolve to sharing awkward smiles with each other during the rest of the evening. Your siblings were supposed to be there too, but bailed and left you to fend for yourself. A handful of neighbors were also invited. They were pleasant, but nothing too interesting. You felt yourself zone out as they discussed flowers and some strangers divorce. Your aunt explains why the woman must have gone insane and how the least she could do was cook for the poor man who had provided for her for so long. You sigh and accidentally draw attention to yourself. “So! What are you doing now y/n?” These questions usually made you nervous, but your disinterest in their opinion of you kept your tone calm and confident, as you explained your studies and the woman hums in response, only for them to go back to criticizing your mothers decor and forgetting your existence once again.

Hours pass and the house grows darker and candles are lit in front of you. You were sinking into the couch with wine in hand, you sipped wishing it was something stronger. Your cousin is eyeing the glass, probably wondering if he could sneak some alcohol. Honestly if you weren’t getting quite comfortable on the couch you may have helped him, just to see what happens. You smirked to yourself at the thought of the drunk boy making a big fool of himself, not that anyone would care that much, but it may liven up the mood. Just then three knocks were heard from the door. Everyone looked around in confusion, mentally counting the guests. Where more expected? Your mother peaked through the curtains.

“It’s the new neighbors. Ugh, I don't know, they creep me out. Aren’t they a bit creepy y/n?” She asked you with a mocking smile. Creepy was your mothers word for a little… queer.

“I have never seen them, so I don't know.”

You answered shortly, but secretly started to get interested. In your mind you were now expecting maybe two gay men. You were excited! You had been out as bisexual since high school. Your parents didn’t hate it, but they liked to avoid the topic.

“They live together… just them” your aunt said in a low voice, shivering with a disgusted face. That was all you needed. You got up and walked to the door “coming!” You exclaimed. Then chuckled as it was quite out of character for you to want to open the door. Nick stumbled to his feet and followed you out of the living room. Your parents most certainly expected you to small talk and then send them away politely, which was a fair assumption, you weren’t the social kind. However tonight you had other plans.

Your hands were almost shaky as you grabbed the door handle. Damn, you sure were deprived of excitement. You tried your best to open the door in a calm and collected manner. As the door slides open, you see two women standing on the porch, shivering slightly. They were younger, older than you, but half the age of most of your neighbors.

“Hey! I’m sorry to disturb you, we just moved in across the street and just wanted to say hi.” The brunette spoke with a friendly tone, the redhead seemed less interested in being there. Still she stretched out her hands where she held a tin of cookies. Oh, dear they baked? You thought to yourself. Feeling guilt for how poorly they were about to be treated by the rest of the neighbors.

“Hi..” you attempted to speak but seemed to have lost your voice. You cleared your throat and tried again.

“Thank you! Oh wow…” You marveled as you grabbed the gift, but were cut off by Nick eagerly running into the hall almost crashing into the wall. Had he been drinking? You thought to yourself and could have sworn the brunette gave away a small giggle as if she had heard your thought.

“Hey…. um Nick” He reached out his hand towards the women. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing him he would be drooling over them the rest of the night.

“Right!” you cut him off. “I am y/n.” you smiled at them. Gaining a soft smile from the brunette, that had you melting inside. The redhead gave you a look now slightly intrigued or so it seemed, she was quite hard to read.

“Wanda.” The brunette said “And this is Natasha” She gestured to the shorter woman, who gave you a tight lipped smile only for it to disappear as she glanced to your side.

“Is he alright?” Natasha spoke with a slight smirk. It took you a second to register, since it was the first time you had heard her voice. It was deep, but sweet and it made you just a bit unsteady. looking over to where Natasha had motioned, you saw Nick now leaning against the wall and mumbling nonsense. You had seen him drunk before, he was quite the lightweight and slightly dramatic. You gestured for him to go sit down and he followed order, probably too dizzy to argue.

“He’ll be fine. I’m sorry” you gave them an apologetic smile.

“Um, we are having a little holiday party, if you’d like to come in, some other neighbors are here?”You spoke, trying to sound friendly, but not pushy.

“Oh, n..” Natasha started, but was cut off by Wanda who swiftly accepted the invitation.

“Come on in! you must be freezing.” you said attempting, but failing to contain your excitement.

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You were surprised at how smoothly the night actually went. The people at the party seemed to lose some of their judgement for the two women. Which didn’t necessarily surprise you, seeing as Wanda was quite hard to dislike. Natasha had found a seat in the very same spot you had previously occupied on the couch, which made you smirk. You walked over to her deciding that you were going to try to strike up a conversation. As you stopped in front of her, her eyes slowly scanned over you and then finally up to your eyes. They were green and absolutely gorgeous you thought, but tried to stay focused on your mission.

“These parties are better when you have had a few.” you said jokingly.

“Oh, really?” Natasha quirked an eyebrow at you.

“No, but it can’t hurt, right?” you laughed, which actually made Natasha chuckle slightly, giving you some confidence.

“Well what are we having?” Natasha said, in a tone that almost seemed daring.

“Well, there is wine and beer over there, but for our special guests I can always arrange something.” you said, wiggling your eyebrow.

“I’m listening.” She said, smirking. You take a few steps and motion for her to follow. The two of you make your way up the stairs to your room. You had felt so confident in the living room just then, but once left alone with Natasha with her eyes all on you, you struggled to breath.

“Wow, and here I thought you were just trying to offer me a drink.” The redhead mocked with a slight chuckle, looking between you and the bed. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you slowly turned red, which she seemed to find quite amusing.

“Here, it um.. is” You say, trying to divert the attention, to the bottle of whiskey now in your hand. Her eyes went to the bottle seemingly impressed. You walked towards the door, where Natasha was, leaning against the wall.

“Why don’t we stay up here?” Natasha spoke, giving you no time to respond before walking in and plopping down on your bed.

“Oh, um… I have no glasses up here.. I.. guess we could drink from the bottle?” you spoke carefully. Not that you weren’t used to that. Being a college student, who enjoyed alcohol a fair bit, you rarely had time for cups.

“Fine by me котенок.” She smiled. Was that russian? Before you had the chance to ask, a voice appeared behind you.

“There you are, sweet thing.” It was Wanda. You assumed she was talking to Natasha, but you honestly weren’t sure. She walked in and sat down next to her girlfriend, with a smile. As they were both looking up at you now, you suddenly felt a little embarrassed, standing there with the open whiskey bottle in hand.

“I hope Nat’s being nice to you” she glanced at her girlfriend seemingly scanning for mischief.

“Of course I am” Nat exclaimed with fake hurt in her voice as Wanda rolled her eyes at her.

“Sweet, котенок here, was just sharing her whiskey with me. And since she is probably not old enough to have bought that herself, it is quite the gesture.” Natasha smirked at the last sentence as it made your cheeks red.

“Well then, what about me!” Wanda said furrowing her brows and holding out her hand, motioning to the bottle, breaking the tension nat had created and making all three laugh. Giving the bottle to Wanda your hands slightly touched sending a shiver down your back.

“Thank you sweetheart, mommy’s had a long day.” She said before taking the bottle to her lips. Your eyes widened by the statement, it should not have turned you on, but you were once again out of breath. Although you were unable to notice it as you fiddled with your hands trying to clear your mind, Natasha noticed the look on your face.

“You, shy now котенок?” Nat teased. Swallowing hard, you tried your best to search your mind for a response. Before you could Wanda pushed Nat to move slightly and patted at the room between them on the bed, locking eyes with you.

”Come sit малышка.” She said with a sweet smile. You moved over to the bed as you wondered if Wanda too spoke russian? As you sat down you decided to ask, but were stopped by wanda shoving the bottle into your hands. You took a swig and scrunched your nose as the liquor hit your tongue.

“Too much for you?” Nat teased grabbing the bottle from you with a raised eyebrow. Her gaze was intimidating and you dared not keep eye contact for long. instead you looked at your hands as you fiddled with your ring.

“Be nice natty.” Wanda glared at the readhead, then quickly shifted her eyes to you. Her gaze softened as she looked over you.

“Don’t listen too much to her, she likes to tease.” Wanda said with a sweet tone, placing a finger under your chin raising it, so you met her eyes.

“Sweet thing, you have to come over sometime. Nat and I would love to get to know you better.” She spoke.

“Oh, yes. We could always use an extra set of hands, especially pretty little once like yours.” Natasha smirked, now running her finger over your hand examining it.

“Wha..?” you stuttered.

“You know, around the house, so much to do when you have just moved in.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing at your wide eyed expression.

“Why? What went through your mind котенок?” Nat laughed, keeping her intense gaze. you simply sat confused and widened, unable to gather your thoughts.

“Well it’s late we better get going honey.” Nat said to Wanda with her eyes still on you. Wanda agreed and although you wanted to protest you simply couldn’t move. The two women were on their way out of the room when you finally managed to regain control over your body.

“Mo- Wanda.” You spoke, embarrassed by the slip up, but determined to follow through. Which Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle at, unable to contain her amusement. Wanda on the other hand looked even more pleased than Nat did.

“Yes, котенок?” She walked over to you, stopping just in front of where you sat.

“What does that word mean?” you asked timidly shifting your eyes from wanda to nat, whose face no longer held a smug look, but rather one of intrigue.

“Kitten.” Wanda states placing a soft hand on your cheek. You blush at the touch and at the nickname.

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow kitten? We’ll make you dinner and find some good use for those pretty little hands of yours” Natasha spoke, from the other side of the room. Your eyes come back to wanda, who looks at you, head tilted to the side.

“Doesn’t that sound good, baby girl.” She whispers, stroking your cheek before placing a small kiss on your nose. You nod as you could not think of a better way to spend the next day, even if they were planning on “putting you to work”, whatever that means. All you knew was that you wanted to be around them more.

“Oh, and котенок, what kind of mommy would I be if I let you keep this.” She said taking the bottle out of your hand and walking out of the room, leaving you alone on the bed.

Your head spun, either from the alcohol finally hitting you or possibly just from the intoxication of the two women who just left.

Wait?! Did she say mommy? You thought to yourself. And did they just steal my whiskey?!

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