#just in case there were gems and people i wouldn't want to miss

[the-crow-binary]

Going on the "castlevania" tag is soulbreaking and honestly tiring, but the "akumajou dracula" tag? Guys. Guys it's so healing. It's so cool. I feel free, finally. Away from the untagged/badly tagged NFCV shit. Every game fans in here need to use this tag. It's a breath of fresh air. Y'all have no idea how great scrolling through CV content without being interrupted by a fanart of Lenore is before you try it. You'll go on the akumajou dracula tag and the most popular post of the moment will actually be smth from the game. Holy shit. Absolutely divine.

[audrey-emeralds]

Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

[odysseywritings]

What Would a Point and Click Adventurer Do?

@flashfictionfridayofficial

(tw cult, dark comedy)

The mysterious island, with its beautiful sparkling ocean and pink sky, held the next important item for Sierra Lucas. Shiny jewelry, strange tools, a taxidermied head, and so much more filled her endless inventory. But a missing slot was reserved for the elusive pink rat, held captive in a luxurious building with an eight pronged sigil and a capital S in-between two overlapping squares.

Sierra rapidly walked to the front, aimed her lips at the golden complex, and said "Golly, these guys aren't short on donations."

Her eyes bugged out and saw the building's security. Sierra needed to be stealthy and clever to distract the armed guards. She sifted through her inventory, saved her progress in a diary titled 'Bomb,' and hoped for the best. She was ready to chuck the bomb until the sizzle alerted the guards and she turned into Swiss cheese.

Thankfully she loaded back to before that horrible event, and went for another item, this time throwing a gem in front of the guards. The two bickered about who saw it first, became impetuously angry, and riddled the other with bullets. She quickly sauntered by and entered the building.

The interior was immaculate and large, yet the the doorways stretched out to cartoonish degrees and she felt she could see the other rooms and a staircase from how compact everything looked. The members were deathly nervous and smiled with gruesomely gummy grins while their eyes shifted like a compass. Any information from them about the pink rat was irrelevant.

"A pink rat? Why, that's the silliest thing I ever heard! Next you'll say it's behind that door there! Oh, and if you see our leader, would you tell him how good I was at lying?"

Sierra continued to browse the gawdy, Escher-esque pastel nightmare house until she saw a door labeled "Get out!" It seemed to be enough for an obedient population.

Sierra opened it and found the cult leader trying to seduce a younger follower. She didn't want to create a scene, so she pulled out her inventory again, and tried finding the subtlest way to dispatch him.

She jabbed 8 poisoned needles into him and he convulsed on the floor. Sierra smiled like a gleeful child.

"You know what they say, it's the dose that kills you, so I brought every dose just in case. Just like Dad taught me!"

Grateful for the rescue, the follower helped Sierra find the pink rat, sad and bored in its little cage as it played a tiny harmonica. Sierra briskly acquired the rat and headed off and wore the leader's clothes.

"My people, you are under new management! Leave now or I will smite and sic my lawyers on thee!"

Most fled but the higher ups chased her and wanted to silence her for seeing too much. The fake religion wouldn't stop until she was dead, and she knew they'd target her to the ends of the earth. She managed to get outside and block the door with the dead guards, but the cult heads kept banging to get out. With little to lose, she poked and prodded the rat for help.

The pink rat squeaked and raised its skinny forelegs out as if to pray. The door was sealed shut with divine rodent energy with a large rat stamp of approval. Sierra sighed in relief and kissed the rat for its help. She could continue her adventure without those duplicitous charlatans hounding her.

Yet her curiosity got the better of her and went through different saves and loads to see what would happen. She decided to throw ordinary table salt on the building and it exploded into a smoking pile of rubble.

"I had a feeling that would work! And no one important died!"

[harmonyverendez]

Dating Them | Crystal Gems + Greg & Rose Quartz - Steven Universe

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Steven Universe

• Oh my! You two relationship is just so pure.

•. This boy would do anything for you.

" Do you need anything y/n?".

" Why don't I go to school with you today?".

" Oh my God! Steven, you can't go to school with me!".

"it doesn't hurt to try y/n".

• Forehead kisses here and there.

• Always looking out for you.

• Wakes you up with breakfast. ( Even though sometimes they are burnt. Leave the kid alone, he tried )

• You go on some of his missions. And he hates it sometimes. Doesn't want you to get hurt.

• the First kiss, was under a mistletoe ( Set up by Garnet * Wink Wink * )

• The Town people not understanding you two's relationship.

• Of course you get a lot of hate. Especially from Lars ( Idiot )

• I don't know. He is just so pure. Just don't break his heart, and he'll be yours forever.

Garnet ( + Ruby & Sapphire )

Sapphire

• You met Sapphire first. She was such a sweetheart. Always willing to protect her from Blue Diamond. ( Even to risk your life )

• The other gems do not like you, because you bring out the wild side and confident side of Sapphire.

• Always looking out for your future. She would shatter her gem if she finds out you are dead or your future is black.

• Slow dances, her having her hands on your waist and your hands would be on her shoulders.

• Major Height differences ( You are taller or shorter.)

• Not giving a shit if people don't like your relationship. It's not their places.

• Homeworld is slightly homophobic. They don't date or do anything like that.

• I won't lie, you two fused for at least a week one time and liked it. Your fusion was stable and calm. Very beautiful even, but you two were new to it. You didn't understand.

• Running away from homeworld and coming to earth to live a better life.

• Ended up meeting Rose and her pearls. And everything was okay.

Ruby

• Oh! She would be so protective over you. Would not let you out of her eyesight.

• if the other rubies try to harm you. The ass would be having damaged Gemstone to their homes.

• Always holding your hand when you get nervous.

• going for long walks in the forest.

• You two always singing and dancing.

• Fused at least 5 times. What? Miss girl was curious, and what Ruby says, what goes.

• Not giving a flying fuck what the other think.

• You always have to look over your shoulders just in case.

• Ruby teaching you how to fight.

• And you teaching her how to draw, create things, and flowers. Etc

Garnet

• oh my God! She would be so protective over you.

• on certain days you are allowed to see her. Because she is always out.

• Jamee falling in love with you. But is sad when he sees Garnet kissing you.

• Everyone in beach city loves you.

• Always picking and messing with Lars and Sadie. Teasing them, and making them squirm.

• Helping Steven with his homework.

• Fixing anything in the house that is destroyed.

• Garnet and you two going on the beach and relaxing. Her arms were around you and your head lay on her chest. Forehead kisses and hand squeezes.

• Lots and lots of kisses.

• Practice mediation.

• You already knew Garnet before you met. Why? Because you knew Sapphire or Garnet before meeting the rest of the Crystal gems. You dated one of them, so Garnet recognize you.

• Cheek kissing, Neck kisses. Etc

• Garnet loves showing you off.

• whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

• She will, love cherish and protect you forever.

Pearl

• Oh, she doesn't like human food, she thinks it's disgusting because they come out the backside.

• Since you can cook. She tasted your food for the first time and loved it. She says she doesn't like food. But every once in a Blue Moon, she wouldn't mind eating your food.

• Always brush your hair and doing your makeup.

•She loves it when you wear girly things, bows, hair products, jewelry, ballerina outfits. Etc

• Can't fit your shoes. Since her feet are too big for you. So she'll make all your shoes and you love them.

• Slow dances with you.

• Likes to do your laundry and such

• Is a total sweetheart.

• Teachingg you sword fights and such.

• Gets envious when someone else looks your way. Always hiding you from the dangerous world.

• Massages your feet, and does everything or anything you ask.

• No Questions asked.

• Etc.

Amethyst

• Is a goofball..

• Always cracking jokes to make you laugh.

Hey Y/N watch this? ".

" Yes Amy?".

Protect over you as always.

• But there are some days when you will have to comfort her. Because of her past and insecurities.

• Both of you being there for each other.

• Not letting anyone driving you away.

• You are here to stay baby.

• Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, nose kisses, nuzzles here and there.

• Always shape-shifting to make you laugh. But then you figure out the meaning behind them.

• Basically she will bow to you. You are here Queen.

Rose Quartz

• Not knowing deep down she is Pink Diamond ( But hey that's another story for another day )

• Forming a rock band together.

• Hated when she grew to like Greg..

• Confronted her about it and she laughs it off. Of course, she liked him, he was funny. But you? You were her everything.

• Major height differences ( she is 8'ft tall and you are under 6 or 7. but she will always be taller )

• Playing with her giant curls.

• You met her when she first arrived. She was all cute and lonely. She shows her around and instants you two formed a bond.

• Pearl envies you because of Rose. She wants the woman all to herself. But it's flattered.

• Always in her room. ( Doing who knows what )

• Rose taking care of you

• Fused 2-3 times with. Both of your two fused names were either " Rainbow Quartz" or " Galaxy Quartz".

• You two are relationship goals.

Greg Universe

• Yeah, young Greg looks just like Steven. It's amazing really.

• Always goes to his rock convert even when no one is there.

• he always have your back.

• hanging out and driving around in his van.

• playing and braiding his hair.

• Deep, passionate kisses.

• Always leaving town on dates.

• To see the stars.

• This man knows you are the woman of his dreams

• teaching you how to play the guitar.

• Siting on the beach and enjoying life.

• He would do anything for you.

• Etc.

AM I MISSING SOMETHING? TELL ME WHAT YOU think. IT TOOK ME NEARLY 2 HOURS TO WRITE THIS. SO ENJOY.

THANK YOU - Aaliyah❤️

[gorochuva]

Madoka's 100 question survey but it's MagiReco Shadow

Please tell us your name. Shadow the Hedgehog

When is your birthday? November 15

Your blood type? Uh… Black Arms???

Would you please tell us your three sizes? I don't know what that means.

Would you tell us about your family composition? It's just me now. Unless "found family" counts, in which case, everyone jokes about Miss Nanami being the mom.

What’s your occupation? I don't have one.

Your favorite food? Coffee beans

Favorite animal? Saying a hedgehog feels a little biased, but the ones here on Earth are cute, amusing little creatures.

Favorite subject? N/A

Subject you dislike? N/A

Is there a boy you’ve been thinking about? Sonic. He really gets on my nerves.

Do you enjoy school? N/A

Are you in any school clubs? N/A

What’s your motto? "This is WHO I AM"

Your special skills? Chaos Control

Would you tell us about something you treasure? Maria's Soul Gem, but I probably shouldn't be talking about that.

Would you describe yourself in a single kanji? 複雑 (keiyodoshi: complex; complicated; intricate; mixed (feelings))

What are your best qualities? I was designed as the "Ultimate Life Form."

What are your shortcomings? I'm sure I could think of something if I tried.

Would you tell us about a place you remember? The Space Colony ARK. It was a satellite kind of thing where people with rare terminal illnesses, which I was designed to develop a cure for, were quarantined. Something like the Dubai City Tower, but in the shape of half an egg.

What is your favorite drink? Hot water

How well can you swim? Better than Sonic. He's aquaphobic and needs to wear a life vest. (He doesn't know hedgehogs can float on their back quills)

Your timing in a 50-meter race? I've never done it before. I could probably do it in less than a second.

Your current obsession? Iroha. Wait, that sounds creepy, doesn't it? I mean, it's true, just not like that.

Are there any foods you dislike? Not really.

Anything you want currently? To help Iroha fulfill her goals.

Are you afraid of heights? No.

Do you dislike thunder? I'm neutral about a lot of things.

Rain or shine? I like the sound of when it rains.

Do you use a regular pencil or a mechanical one? Pen.

What do you eat for breakfast? Coffee beans

Do you believe in ghosts? I still see her sometimes

Can you play any musical instruments? I've been learning guitar

Are you an outdoor or indoor type? I try to stay outside as long as I can

Do you ever quarrel with your mother? I never knew my "real" mother, if I even had one, but Miss Nanami and I really vibe with each other.

Do you have a cell phone? Tsuruno got me a burner phone when I moved in to the villa.

How long is your commute to school? N/A

Do you have more friends than average? I'd say I have a lot less, actually

Your favorite sports? Anything with running.

How well can you cook? I haven't tried

Favorite colors? Well, now I feel really biased saying black and red.

Anything you could never forgive? I feel like I've grown out of that.

How tall are you? 3'3" Hold on, I forgot about metric system, that's… 100cm?

Shoe Size? I wouldn't know.

Your dreams? As in what I want to do with my life? I can't really say.

Do you have any marriage desires?* My partner would need to help me iron the bedsheets every night, prepare food as they did on the ARK (I'd be willing to teach them), and if they can't respect a decent skin care routine, then it just won't work out.

Do you dislike hot drinks? If it's not supposed to be hot, like juice or something

Do you like bitter coffee? I love it

When’s bedtime? Whenever the others go to sleep is usually my best indicator.

When do you wake up? "Sun's not up, so neither am I."

Are you a bed person or futon person? Whatever's available. Miss Nanami had me sleep on the couch when I first moved in until she could get a room cleared out.

Are you confident in your ability to concentrate? I wouldn't say I'm confident in it, but I'm not bad, either.

Do you have any weight loss tips? I wouldn't worry about that

Between warm and chilled soba, which do you like more? I've never had soba.

Which arm is your dominant arm? I think you mean my hand? (Is that a mistranslation?) I'm right-handed.

Tell us about something lucky that’s happened lately. Seeing the vision of Ui that told me to come to Kamihama.

Tell us about something unlucky that’s happened lately. Falling to Earth and losing my memory, and having to relearn the tragedies of my past.

What’s the name of your school anthem? N/A

What’s your favorite flower? Wild roses. Miss Haruna says they symbolize "pleasure and pain." It describes me perfectly.

What’s your favorite saying? "I'm the coolest!"

What’s your favorite four-kanji phrase? 七転八起 (nanakorobi yaoki: stumbling seven times but recovering eight)

What comes to mind when you think about spring? Rabbits. They're gonna be everywhere…

And summer? Sitting under a tree looking out over the beach

And fall? Halloween

And winter? It gets dark really quickly. It reminds me of the ARK, when all we could see was the stars

If you had a time machine, where would you go? Whatever time period Silver's from so we can figure out what the heck is going on with him.

Do you like reading manga or novels more? Manga's just a comic book, but backwards, right? I'm still learning to read in Japanese, so I'll go with that.

What’s your allowance? N/A

Tell us something a lot of people say about you. That I'm edgy.

What are your hobbies? I like helping Miss Haruna at the flower shop where she works.

Tell us your weight. 35 kg

What are your qualifications? Qualifications for what?

What do you wear when you go to bed? Just socks. That sounds weird, but I also lack the anatomy to necessitate clothing in other areas.

Has anyone ever asked you out? I was gonna say "Like, on a date or with a sniper?" but that joke doesn't make sense.

If I told you the world would end tomorrow, what would you do? Apologize to Maria. The people of Earth lose their chance to be happy without a world to live in.

Tell us about your daily routine. I don't feel like it.

What is something you always carry with you? My inhibitor rings, and Maria's Soul Gem

Western food or Japanese food? I'm not picky.

How do you commute to school? N/A

What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? It varies

What’s the first thing you do when you get up in the morning? Wait for the others to wake up. Felicia sleeps in the longest.

Where are you living right now? Mikazuki Villa in Kamihama City.

What kind of place is it? It's an old boarding house

What’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to you so far? Destroying the Black Comet, I guess

What’s the saddest thing that’s ever happened to you? Losing Maria

Do you like roller coasters? Eh.

How’s your eyesight? "Perfect" sounds haughty, huh? Average, then.

What’s your favorite holiday? Halloween

What job do you have in school? N/A

What do you do on your break? Is this another school question? N/A

How long do you study every day? N/A

Who of your friends can you rely on for advice? Who relies on you? We're all a pretty tight-knit group. Even if I am more reclusive by nature, we can turn to each other for basically anything.

What do you do on weekends? Venari Strigus (that's encryted btw)

If you could be reincarnated, what would you want to be? A real boy.

Are the school rules really strict? N/A

What do you have for lunch at school, a bento or a school lunch? N/A

How many friends do you have? Just Iroha and her friends. And I guess Sonic counts.

Do you take any detours when you go home? If I need to

Are you interested in any actors? Uh… Robert Pattinson is the new Batman

What are your thoughts on this Q&A session? Too many questions about school, I'm technically like 50 years old.

[whysodelirious08]

It's Not The Same Anymore. [E.M]

A short story in the form of a conversation. You can place yourself listening to the oc or imagine a character from ST. Whatever you feel fits.

Less than 1k words.

It's sappy but I think that's okay. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Hi…I'm not sure if we've met before. I'm not very good at remembering names, or faces for that matter. Still, I'll introduce myself just in case; I'm Marie-Anne and just for the record it's pronounced Mary and not Ma-rie. Sometimes people get it wrong. It sometimes makes me smile.

I'm not sure if Eddie has told you how we met. He's not so good at explaining it since he gets side tracked. Typical Eddie huh? 

As a kid I primarily lived with my mother and travelled around the world due to her work, I thought I was living the cool lifestyle. That's how I saw it as a kid anyway but when I'd got bored or needed some stability, I'd go back to Hawkins and stay with my father. Eddie was the only one who cared enough to be my friend, only one who would sit and listen as I told him about my travels. No matter the time in between it was like I had never left. I would get him souvenirs from the towns and cities I had been to. Mainly magnets but I had to stop when the fridge became too crowded and Eddie's uncle would knock them off by accident. 

Actually…Eddie sourced out a piece of metal just to make room for more magnets. He was kind like that. He'd go out of his way to do anything for me and for others too. He'd do the impossible if he had to, that's what he always said. 

"For you I'd do the impossible, a thousand times over as long as you're happy" I remember when he had first said that; we were at the scrap yard, trying to find something cool but nothing more than a broken radio. We sat on the rusting frame of a corvette, even though Eddie joked that I worried too much, I was so convinced I was going to fall through the frame. Looking back now I wish I didn't leave the next day. I'd give anything to just stay in Hawkins during the times I left. Now that I'm older I realise perhaps it was cruel to leave so often. 

He gave me a cute little black watch for my birthday, he was so excited to give it to me that he almost dropped it. I wore it constantly, like a prized gem ring, it was the most precious thing I had. In the midst of the incident it came off, I'm still upset about that. It's not like the can go and fond it anyway.

I often sit and think of him in the kitchen, so lost in my own thoughts I don't realise the time, only when I come to do I see the clock's seconds flicking over. And then I sit there a little while longer because only in my mind am I able to see him again. 

I miss his smile and his passion for guitar and mostly just how he would take people under his wing; me included. I hate looking back on that year, just after it happened I felt so lost, so disconnected with the world. It was to be expected but I miss our dynamic, the way we worked so well together. Even now, I find myself twisting the promise ring he made me around my finger, not noticing how the hours pass. 

I don't know why I'm telling you all this…perhaps it's because you're the first person to listen…I've not been able to talk to anyone about this, it feels…good. In a sad kind of way. I miss how Eddie used to stop at mine randomly when he found out I was in town, ice-cream in hand half melted but he wouldn't eat his until we were together. Sometimes he'd buy an extra scoop and try to pass it off as a regular. I just kept my mouth shut though we would smirk at each other. I miss…us. It's not the same anymore. 

It's cold. It's dark. It's so damn lonely and as much as I try to reach out, no one hears. I want to hug him, I want to just to feel his warmth and brightness just one more time. 

But when my father comes down past midnight and looks my way, his eyes pass through me, he can't see me. When sit at the hideout and watch Eddie play, I can see the pain in his eyes and he searches for me but he won't find me anymore. Sometimes I wish, just for a moment. Just for a selfish moment. I had just ran. Because the pain in the eyes of those who loved me is too much to bear. 

[afterglowisbliss]

Cutting away the dread

Levi x Fem!Reader

This story contains: Mentions of death, rapid weight loss, mentions of sexual harassment (it is not over the top, but just in case I will put the warning here)

"Hey" you jump at the stern voice, nearly dropping your tea in the process. "It's been quite some time, Y/n. I almost couldn't recognise you with that long hair" the voice teased while flicking your long locks. That's right, you've been letting yourself go. The unkept hair and dark circles under your eyes were a dead giveaway that you weren't doing so good.

You're usually good at hiding your problems and emotions. It's the scouts way. The longer you practise, the more you master the skill of being numb.

"Hey Levi, it has been quite awhile, huh..." you responded in a soft tone. While the other scouts walked on eggshells around Levi, you were free to talk any way you wanted. He wouldn't even get angry. Annoyed at times if you crossed a line, but never angry. He almost never made any snide remarks towards you either. He had a soft spot for you. You were his weakness. Anyone who dared to hurt or mess with you would feel the wrath of THE Levi Ackerman. An example being when you and Levi were walking together to buy SOME tea when a man put his arm around your waist. "How much will it be, lovely lady" he snickered. You were visibly uncomfortable but before you could react Levi had already taken care of it. Knocked out cold on ground with wide eyes looking our direction from innocent bystanders. "It'll cost your life, you filthy shit" Levi hissed. He grabbed your hand and immediately took you back to HQ in fear someone else might try their luck.

While you weren't too sure why you were 'the chosen one' you never really questioned it. You just went along with his kindness and soft attitude towards you. Perhaps it was because he was aware you could dive deep into his soul and discover everything about him without even trying. Maybe that intimidated him. You were always one to read people like a book. He would often mock you calling you a stalker with how well you knew people without much information about their lives being shared. That's where you and Levi contrast. While he might not show it, he's caring, emotional and protective. However, despite that he is far from a people person. He doesn't read people the way you do.

It had been three months since it happened. The guilt still weighing over you as if a titan was sitting on you. You could still see his face. He was begging for your help and crying for his mom. His final moments being in the disgusting mouth of a titan and all you could do was run away.

Run away... Just like all of your problems...

Levi rests his hand on your shoulder. Despite his cold demeanor he was actually warm. Physically. You knew this due to all the times he's carried you away from danger, or when he would grab your hand when you would freak out. Or even when he would slightly move you out of his way with his hands on your shoulders. His body heat was comforting and you found yourself gravitating towards Levi when you were in a room together. This is also where you and Levi contrast. You are more warm hearted on the outside, yet your body temperature is almost abnormally cold all the time. Yet even with your icy hands on Levi's he never flinched. Almost as if both your temperatures balanced each others.

"Have you... Have you been feeling any better?" he was gentle approaching the subject. He took a seat across from you. This was when he first noticed your unkept appearance. You looked frighteningly skinnier. Cheeks that used to be full and puffy were much more hollow. He knew you were brokent in which return broke him.

You try look into his dark grey eyes attempting to answer his question. As you open your mouth you immediately close it again. Your lips started quivering and your eyes started to tear up. Embarrassed you look away, hair covering your face. Your start to aggressively squeez your left hand with your right as all the emotion starts to build up. You never cried in front of anyone, not even Levi. This time you simply couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Y/n... Look at me" he asserted. When you refused he took your chin between his thumb and index finger and brought your face level to his. He parted your hair out of your face and gently tucked it behind your ear. "Y/n, please look at me" he pleaded. He sounded desperate and wooful. He couldn't bare the sight of the people he cared about in pain. It was one of the only things that could completely soften Levi.

The desperation in his voice convinced you to look up at him. He is met with your beautiful yet sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry, Levi" you sniffed followed by a deep breath in. "No. I haven't. Every attempt I make to be productive... Every attempt I make to go outside I think of him. He was so innocent. I promised. I promised I would keep him safe. I told him... I told him he was safe with me" you grieved. "I made a promise only to watch him die! I'm a shitty person, he begged me, Levi! HE BEGGED ME TO HELP HIM BECAUSE I PROMISED HIM THAT I WOULD, BUT INSTEAD I TURNED MY BACK ON HIM. AN INNOCENT CHILD" you wailed breaking down into tears grabbing onto Levi's shirt. He embraced you, pulling you closer to his chest as you sniffle and cry, wetting his shirt with your tears.

"You're not a shitty person, Y/n. You couldn't save him because if you did hundreds of others would've died in his place. I know it's hard to accept the death of someone you promised to keep safe, we have all been there, but you have to understand that letting someone go is a part of life. It's inevitable. Whether it was in that moment or 20 years from now, you would've had to have said goodbye eventually." he reassures. You stop crying for a moment to think about Levi's words. It's true what he said. We all eventually have to say goodbye to the ones we care about.

"Tell me, Y/n, did you directly promise him you would keep him safe?" he questioned. When you thought about that day, the answer was clear. "I-I told him I would try my best to keep him safe..." you mumbled. "So it's clear now. You did follow through with your promise. You tried your best to keep him safe. Now all that is left for us to do is to make sure he didn't die in vein." Levi added pulling you away from his chest to make eye contact with you once again.

You wipe the tears of your face and mod in agreement. There is no point grieving for the rest of your life over something you couldn't control. All that was left for you now was to make sure his death meant something.

"Levi..." your voice is haorse and strained from all the crying. "Can I ask you a favour?" you request followed by a confused Levi who isn't used to you asking for favours. "Can you please cut my hair?" you innocently ask and your cheeks start to heat up. Its an odd question to ask a Captain. "It's just that... My hair is getting too long for odm gear and I don't like to tie up my hair" you explain further hoping to persuade Levi into cutting your hair for you. "Go wet your hair for me" he commands while getting up from his seat to get the scissors. A slight smile creeps up onto your face. That's the first time that's happened in awhile.

You do as he says wetting your hair with lukewarm water. Once you're all done you look around for a comb to quickly get rid of any knots that might get in the way. "Don't worry I'll comb your hair for you" Levi assures and motions for you to sit down on the chair in from of him.

You sit with your legs crossed, hands fiddling with the gem of your shirt while Levi gently combs through your your hair. It reached just 2 inches away from your shoulder which to you, was quite long considering the length you usually keep it at.

Levi strokes your hair feeling for any missed knots. "How short would you like it?" he asks preparing the scissors in his hand. You take a moment to ponder on the question. How short would you like it?

"a pixie cut" you reply with confidence. It's a bold decision considering you've never tried it before.

"Are you sure? You've never-" "I'm sure" you cut him off. He sighs before commenting on your boldness, "Always one to try new things huh." You chuckle. He wasn't wrong.

Snip, snip, snip

You feel your hair fall first onto you, then onto the ground. You watch as the hair slightly moves with the wind sneaking in from the window that won't close properly. The whole scene feeling very calming and relaxing. The sound of scissors cutting hair was oddly satisfying.

Before you knew it he was done. He sets the pair of scissors down on the table behind him and rests his left hand on your shoulder. "what do you think?" he asks. You open your eyes to look right at a mirror hanging on the wall in front of you. Your eyes widen in shock. It actually looks nice.

"I think it suits you" Levi adds before walking to the other side of the room to get a broom. "Thank you, Levi" you say grabbing his forearm and pulling him into an embrace.

Levi isn't the biggest fan of physical affection but let it slide when it came to you. "Anytime, Y/n."

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

[fangirl-everythang]

Happy Father's Day Part 3

Summary: 3/3 Well, its the last part.

Warning: Sad, Mentions Death.

Word Count: 2269

"Harry? " I answer the phone.

"It's not Harry but glad you know your numbers." that high pitch annoying ass voice squeals. Rubbing my stomach, the baby's in go position and any day now my oven will be done baking. And of course, this bitch is answering his phone.

"Well bye-bye just thought you should know where he was at. " In the background, I hear Harry's voice going on about something so it must be true. Hanging up I sigh letting the hot tears roll down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I blame myself really, I let him back into my life and this doesn't surprise me. I gotta pee.

Waddling over to the bathroom door a gasp leaves my mouth feeling the surge of liquids fall between my legs. Holy shit. My water broke! Fuck gotta go. Thankful my bag was already in the car. Harry had insisted once I hit the 36-week mark claiming Styles's are either early or fashionably late.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. My knuckles turning white as I grasp the wheel. Nope, I'm not pushing anything out of my vagina. Can't do it. I refuse.

The contraction going away after a few brief moments of completely unreasonable pain. Dialing the numbers, I know by second nature, thankfully she picks up on the fourth ring.

"I don't think you should drive y/n"

" Just call 911. I'm almost there! " Gemma ecstatically shouts. She's just like her brother, "Where's Harrold? "

I put the seatbelt on and wince. It's just 28 minutes I can do this. "He's with his whore."

I can hear an audible gasp, "he wouldn't he's so excited for Athena"

"Well I just called him and she answered. " I grunt keeping my eyes on the two lanes ahead of me. Fuck I hate merging lanes people don't know how to drive.

"I'll be at the hospital as soon as possible but my phones gonna-" the line went dead. She did say she was on like 10% oh well.

I can do this just focus y/n. "Hear that baby girl we're almost there, hang on okay Hunny. " I say as a reminder to myself that soon I'll be leaving with another human with me.

6 miles to go that's what I'm talking about, another sharp pain spreads throughout my abdomen while waiting for the light to turn green. "OH COME ON. FOR FUCKS SAKE!" they're getting closer by the minute. Shit. Arriving at a four-way intersection. I'm relieved to be at a red light, the contractions are longer and much more frequent. "Almost there Athena, this is the last light and a straight shot from there."

Abruptly my car is jerked forward with a sharp impact pushing to the oncoming lights. All I see are lights from both directions colliding with my 3,000-pound piece of metal. Sounds of shattering glass and sirens are the last thing I hear before it all fades to black.

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Harry's POV

"Has anyone seen Mr. Style's phone?" The helpful aid asked around the dressing room. I could've sworn I put it down for a moment. Y/n could go into labor any minute now and how I am supposed to know. Fuck. I'm stupid.

I was supposed to be here to perform and list nominees and then go back home to y/n. I can't wait to propose to her, she's all I could ever want and she's giving me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. Running a hand through my damp hair, the lights really build a sweat, I hear a familiar voice. "Looking for this lover? " she asks slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Good luck at home. " she smiles and winks. Before I could question it she walks away.

Looking down at the device my heart skips a beat, I have 146 missed calls. And I've been gone for 5 hours. Seeing Gemma's name on the screen again I swipe to answer.

"Hell-"

"Harry," she says sniffling.

"Gemma what's wrong? did I miss it? Oh my god I hope not"

"I think it would be best if you came now Harry." she breaks her voice cracking.

"Gem what?"

"Listen Harry, she needs you right now so please." she cries. Not needing another word, I tell Jackson the address and that I need to be there as fast as possible, 45 minutes later we're pulling into the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital.

"Congrats Harry!" Jackson says letting me out at the door. "Thank you!" I beam back at him.

Seeing Gemma, her eyes are puffy with tears still flowing. "Gem what's wro-," a sharp pain to my right cheek stings. Never has Gemma hit me like that, well not since I cut her prom dress. "How could you Harry? Cheat on her again WITH TAYLOR for Christ sakes!" She yells.

"I didn't cheat," I explain to my sister as calm as I can.

She looks at me with wild eyes pulling me into a hallway with fewer people, "Then what happened Harrold?" I clench my jaw instead of speaking, how dare she accuse me of cheating on my pregnant soon-to-be fiancé. Y/n Styles has a great catch don't you think?

"Is she here yet? Gem where are they?" I ask ready to see my new family.

She begins crying again "Harry there was an accident." Those five words make my breathing come to a halt. My heart shatters in a million pieces "Is Y/n okay? What happened?" She begins walking me to a door. "This one," she points. Looking through the glass I see y/n with bruises and cuts to her beautiful face, her stomach nearly deflated from when I last saw her this morning, a cast on a swollen leg of hers, and a sling holding a very damaged arm. Tears brim at my eyes looking at my love on that hospital bed. "She's awake." Gemma walks past me running to the outside.

I gently knock on the door, waiting for a response which I don't get. "Y/n?" I approach her almost as If I were going to help an injured puppy. "Hey love" I smile at her which she glares at me and then turns wincing in pain. "You wanted this didn't you Harry?" I look at her confused. "This is probably great for you, a way out. Well leave." She states using whatever energy she can find.

"Baby I didn't want- I want you and Athena" She breaks down in uncontrollable tears.

"You were with that her and couldn't even bother to pick up your phone!" she screams. "Y/n I wasn-" a knock at the door interrupts my sentence, "Come in" She says glaring at me as a nurse opens the door.

"Hey there Mama, we have a visitor." the nurse wheel in a tiny cart that has a bunch of equipment coming from it. She looks at me and asks Y/n, "Is this dad?" she nods and rolls her eyes. "About time you made it!" She smiles my way. Placing the beautiful baby in front of us. She's so small and fragile. "The doctor will be in shortly to talk to you." She states picking up the tiny child and putting her in Y/n's arm.

"Hi pumpkin," Y/n coos into her ear. "Guess who decided to show?" She smiles, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She nods her head towards me as I go to hold her. She's so soft and precious. Her small eyes have a gorgeous mix of both mine and Y/n's. She has such a cute round face, I couldn't imagine her looking any different.

"Hi there angel, I'm so sorry I was late." I see a spot dampen on her blanket that surrounds her, knowing that I'm crying. Her small eyes shining like twinkling stars. So small I can feel her fragile body between my large hands.

Another knock before the door opens when several doctors walk in. "Mrs. Y/ln, unfortunately, we have some bad news,"

"Oh, hello there Mr. Styles." They state acknowledging my existence. One of the female doctors places a black and white image on the lighted board illuminating the small figure.

"Unfortunately, due to the accident, Athena has suffered from what we call a fetomaternal hemorrhage."

"What exactly are you saying?" Y/n ask looking at the child still in my arms.

The slightly shorter male doctor points to the image. "This is an abscess of blood in the brain. Unfortunately, the risk is too large to operate. I'd give her another day at most."

"You m-mean," Tears start pouring down her face" I was so scared she was hurt. I-I promise I saw the light it was red, and I-I stopped but," She began heaving losing more air with each word. I gently rub her back as I cradle Athena with one arm.

"She's still being monitored but I'm afraid she won't have much longer." The first doctor breaks the silence. "According to the police report the car that struck you from behind happened to be a drunk driver, Gage Joyce." I can feel the anger surging through me. "I remember the clashing of metal, glass breaking, the sirens but it all went b-black." She mumbles, seemingly remembering the awful experience. I grab her hand in hopes of comforting her but it doesn't seem to work.

"After striking your car at 72 mph it had ample force to push your vehicle into the opposite traffic. Your vehicle took the most impact and was hit by four other cars. On scene, EMT's said you were in and out of consciousness mumbling about a baby. Taken and brought to the L&D." he finishes.

"Fetomaternal hemorrhages are often caused by trauma and sometimes can be revered but in this case, we've done all we can do." They all frown looking at the small girl still in my arms.

"No, there's got to be more you can bloody do! We're in a hospital for Christ sakes!" I exclaim, passing my daughter to the love of my life. She gently caresses her soft skin. She's literally a perfect combination of us. I cannot lose my family.

"You can leave, thank you all for your help." y/n says quietly, they oblige by her wishes and leave us with our daughter.

"Harry," she wipes a tear from her face cautious of the IV placed on her hand, "If what they say is true, I just want to spend time with her." She sniffles. I nod understanding. She looks back at the small being in her arms, "Hi pretty girl, Mommy's so happy to meet you," she unfolds the blanket from her. I sit next to her on the small bed in the room that smells of sterilization. Placing my finger near hers' she wraps her small hand around my thumb, her grip so tight for someone so small. Y/n kisses her forehead, "Harry," she runs her finger along her small legs.

"Can you sing the song?" nodding and softly singing Isn't she Lovely by Stevie Wonder, in the small hospital bed as our new life falls asleep. All night I watch her little chest rise and fall allowing y/n to get some rest soon following my two loves.

By the early morning, nurses are rushing in because of the loud beeping from the monitor, waking y/n and I. It feels like everything is happening so fast but in slow motion right in front of me. Those three words are the ones I didn't want to hear. "No! no. I have to take her home. She's gotta go home..." Y/n screams, not being able to see her face due to the tears in my eyes falling and rebuilding themselves faster than the speed of light. "Call it." One of the nurses shouts.

"Time of Death 6:18 am March 7th, 2019"

As they cleared out the room, I see her small lifeless body curled into a blanket, almost as if she were sleeping, but no longer do breaths fall from her small heart-shaped lips.

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Y/n hasn't said a word since we got in the car. It's been four days since we lost Athena. She slowly climbs into the car, still sore from the accident and birth. I go to the backseat holding back my emotions and putting the empty car-seat in the trunk of the car that should have been holding three of us.

Starting the silent journey back home she continues to look out of the window, a frown etched on her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks as she instinctively touches her somewhat deflated stomach. What kind of sick joke is this?

"Harry why were you with her?" she asks me looking down at what used to be her baby bump.

"I wasn't love, she took my phone while I was on stage." She just nods and remains silent until we pull up to the flat. She begins walking up the stairs as best she can. "Y/n wait, let me help."

"No Harry!" She yells. Pain evident in her voice, ignoring her I open the door and help her inside. "Harry I can't do this." I stare at her confused, "What can't you do y/n?"

"Us Harry. I can't look at you and not think of her." She sobs.

"Y/n we can-" I try to reason with her.

"No Harry, please just go." She whispers.

"I'm not losing both of you," I state holding back my own sobs. I feel like everything feels like it's getting smaller around me, suffocating in grief.

"You already have."

A/N: What can I say I have a thing for dark endings. Anyways I really appreciate the support loves. I hope you enjoy these! Right now I've been working on a Loki piece, I'm so excited for it. I changed the writing style tho, so it's not 1st person per usual. I think it's going pretty well so far.

xoxo Janelle

[alvacchi]

Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: When They Truly Met

(Image from AidaIro!)

This is my concept story based off of the AU! Enjoy!

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-The story started off when Yashiro asked Tsuchigomori why he retired from the police force and opened up his own private detective agency

-That didn't mean the private detectives and police force wouldn't work together from time to time but still

-Tsuchigomori replied that he didn't approve of Teru's violent methods towards criminals no matter the offense. Teru was one of the top promising policemen in the force.

Tsuchigomori had his personal reasons supposedly.

-Tsuchigomori told her to go join the police force then but Yashiro refused

-Yashiro, on the other hand, had a crush on Teru. She thought he's only trying to protect people. He was popular in the police force and she considered him a senpai.

-Yashiro is Tsuchigomori's apprentice and she wanted to learn from him as he's more experienced

-She believed it was better if she impressed Teru with her detective skills once she mastered them

-Yashiro asked about the latest heist note from the phantom thief Hanako

-Both of them were doing their jobs of helping to catch the thief. It had been their mission lately.

-Tsuchigomori forbade her to go this time though

-Yashiro asked why

-Tsuchigomori: "Minamoto Teru is going tonight."

-Yashiro gasped since Teru doesn't often come. He's mostly busy with other cases that were more urgent

-But was it really just Teru?

-Tsuchigomori went over Yashiro's problems during their previous heist searches for Hanako

-Like getting lost

-He also told her Kou and Mitsuba were not going either because it's going to get dangerous

-Yashiro questioned this because heists never brought any harm but entertainment for Hanako fans

-Tsuchigomori shooed her off though, saying she's got a lot to learn

-During the night. It was a full red moon

-The heist was happening and Yashiro was missing out.

-Yashiro was out of her apartment at the time, grabbing groceries for her and her little hamster Black Canyon

-She also bought new kitchen appliances since her old ones were getting worn out

-When she came to her door, she heard a noise inside

-Panicking, she prepared some self defense with a frying pan and kitchen armor and blindly charged in to hit the intruder

-When she opened her eyes, she found a bleeding Hanako on the floor

-'Oh no! I murdered him!' She immediately thought.

-But then after calming down a bit, she realized the bleeding wasn't from her frying pan but the chest area

-It looked like a bullet wound

-A bullet? Was there gun violence?! But who used a gun?

-She attempted to call 119

-Hanako grabbed her arm to stop her from calling the hospital, panting heavily

-A doorbell rang and pounding door knocks were heard

-Yashiro hid Hanako in a blanket without thinking

-She answered the door to find Teru

-Teru asked her if she's seen any suspicious activity like a certain phantom thief

-He was hunting Hanako down

-That's when it clicked to Yashiro that she's hiding the thief since the shock blinded her from thinking of his identity

-Recalling the bullet wound, for a second she doubted Teru but she fought that doubt. Surely not Teru, right? He had a whip and a sword but a gun?

-Her morals clashed and an internal conflict started

-Wasn't it too cruel to hand Hanako over at his most vulnerable moment?

-It was so unusual to see him in such a state, since he seemed to be having the time of his life at the heists

-Was this what Detective Tsuchigomori meant by dangerous?

-But Hanako hadn't technically hurt anyone from any of his heists

-She didn't even know his motive behind his stealing

-So she lied

-She said she hadn't seen anyone

-Teru took her word for it and went to search around her apartment building

-Yashiro let go a breath she didn't realize she was holding

-Then, she started agonizing on the fact that she lied to her crush

-She slapped her cheeks as she realized Hanako was still bleeding to death

-She went over to check with him and threw the covers off

-Hanako was unconscious now and Yashiro quickly checked his pulse

-It was faint but there

-He's still alive thank goodness

-She realized the wound seemed to be slightly bigger for some reason and his hand was tightly clutching onto something

-It's the bullet

-He took out the bullet with the new knife that was laying nearby

-She must have dropped her bags in pure panic

-Okay, this guy was crazy

-Did he want to die faster or something

-He must have fainted in the middle of applying aid to himself

-How did he not scream in the process

-Recalling that Hanako didn't want to go to the hospital, Yashiro assumed that it was because he's a wanted criminal

-She thought he was lucky that she learned first aid from Tsuchigomori as part of her detective work

-Also that she was living alone in her apartment

-So, she patched him up real good and left him to sleep somewhere

-During the patch up, she tried to feel for any gem he could be hiding

-But there were none on him

-Strange since he came back from a heist

-Did he fail to steal because of Teru? That'd be a first.

-Finally when her attention was off him, she realized she would have to clean the bloody mess

-And her window was broken

-The most likely case being Hanako crashed in through there

-Staring at Hanako asleep, she noticed a black cat mask on the side of him.

-Black cats were told to bring bad luck to those around them.

But that can't be right. That's just a superstition.

-Did Teru believe in it?

-Nonetheless, she had to pay for that window damage. Or make an unconscious thief do so when he wakes up

-By the time she woke up the next day though, Hanako was already gone with a note on the side that he would come by later tonight

-If Yashiro wasn't mad last night, she was pissed now

-Aren't phantom thieves supposed to be gentlemen?! He gave her nothing but trouble!

-She was really going to let him have it when he comes

-The time came and Yashiro found Hanako right at her window

-It's not even the first floor. Of course he had to make a grand entrance

-Yashiro grabbed him and pulled him into her room with anger

-She yelled at him for leaving suddenly even with a note

-Hanako: "Ow is this how you deal with your patient? I'm sad and hurt."

-Hanako told her that he had to go pick up the jewels he left

-Oh. So he was hiding them somewhere else

-Yashiro: "I'll have you know I'm a detective! I could arrest you right here! Right now!"

-Hanako: "Correction. You're a detective's apprentice. You wouldn't have the authority to arrest me."

-Yashiro's eyes widened.

-Hanako: "Hehe surprised? Your window happened to be conveniently close enough to land."

Yashiro: "How do you know who I am?"

Hanako: "I have my sources. How did you think I was able to have a successful heist every time?"

-Hanako walked closer to Yashiro and Yashiro stepped back until she was up against the wall.

-He was really close and dominating over her, quite teasingly

-If Yashiro had a wild imagination, it was like a kabedon with both hands.

-Hanako: "Besides, even with authority, did you really think you could arrest me?"

-Yashiro flustered and quickly pushed him off, though careful not to touch his wound.

-Yashiro: 'Don't fall for it, Yashiro Nene! He's not even your type!'

-Yashiro: "Why do you steal?"

-Hanako only smiled at her.

-Hanako: "That's for you to find out, my dear detective."

-Yashiro pouted at the comeback.

-Hanako: "Let's make a deal."

-Yashiro: "What?"

-Hanako: "I'm indebted to you so why don't I come over at night once in a while? We could get to know each other."

-Yashiro: "Are you kidding? That's breaking my moral code! You know I can't do that!"

-Hanako: "You're curious though, right?"

-At that moment, Yashiro couldn't deny it. She indeed was. She couldn't shake off the incident from last night. Maybe Hanako had a reason for being a phantom thief. And maybe there was more to him than meets the eye.

-Yashiro: ".......Fine. We have a deal. But don't expect me to go easy on you during the heists!"

-Hanako: "Wouldn't have it any other way~"

-Hanako closed in again to kneel down and place a kiss on her hand. He looked up and grinned at her.

-Not so soon, Yashiro just kicks him out of her apartment, already a blushing mess.

-And so their relationship began.

[obsessed-fanatic]

Studies are showing indications of a societal collapse looming.

Im seeing things get worse and worse.

Are we almost there? Cause im getting terrified. I don't want to die unnaturally of a riot, virus, disease, or something else knowing

I will never meet and have a wholesome reassuring time with the favorite people I've talked to and befriended on the internet let alone anyone else i've met in real life.

They made us who we are.

We're all a fan of something.

But i wouldn't want to abuse such a position.

We wouldn't want to attack our own.

It's just too terrible to think of.

I listen to Gorillaz, guns and roses, nirvana, TeddyLoid, DayManOurSavior, Post Malone, Twenty One Pilots, Halsey(Congrats on IICHLIWP), Juice WRLD, Hp lovecraft, Evil dead franchise, XXXtentacion, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Sonic The Hedgehog( SATAM Sonic and scourge)SlipKnot(Duality is fucking cool btw)Watch a shit ton of youtube that markiplier, JackSepticeye andPewDiePie are in my head all the time, Dj Fortify, Dj EAR(or huepoww)

Biogodz1(Al the wolf), Pink stylist, Makemebad35, Scott Cawthon, DAGames, CG5, CrankGameplays, Yamimash, BryceGames, Rick And Morty, Anything Seth Macfarland and Matt Groening, AnimatedJames(still have the 2015 con vid on my flashdrive. You're still cared about), Bryan Adams(Thank you MindlessGonzo), Elton John(fantastic job with The Pink phantom with Gorillaz and 6lack and collab song with Dua Lipa), Dua lipa( I. love. Hallucinate.), Rob Gavagan, Wes Craven, John Carpenter, Tobe Hooper, Sean S. cunningham, Brian De Palma, HuniCast(Cause why the fuck not? Got up at 6pm in 2019 everyday for it i loved it! Like saturday morning again) Rio Franchise From Blue Sky, Surf's Up From Sony pictures animation (the ultimate fan image archetype movie), Robots from blue sky(another great fan archetype film)Mel Brooks( Put on the ritz and the Schwartz) SpindleHorse or Vivziepop(very big chunk of my teenhood. Got me dancing till i almost died), Hell EVEN The Rocky and Bullwinkle movie from 2000 cause it had an Absolutely amazing and frankly inspiring song from SuperTramp. Oh and Rocky with Sylvester cause why not? Me and my mom LOVE the Rocky franchise. Even Creed and creed 2 are amazing films. Dbz, Black butler, Steins Gate, Devilman or Lady(loved that one. So we can!)

Gunnm(Alita Battle Angel)

Sonic movie from 1999 (Shut up tails)

Doctor Mike ( Peewoop)

James Lee ( NOX)

Dazed and Confused( ultimate teen a put smoking weed)

Everybody wants Some!!! (Spiritual successor to dazed, same director as well)

The Big Bang Theory ( Me and my brother worship that show.)

Poltergeist 1982 ( music scares me too knackerman. No really.)

Everything Blumhouse studios

The Exorcist Franchise

One part i loved in the show My Name is Earl is when earl gave that one manager dude on a ladder his wallet back. He and his brother randy got a job as a thank you. I loved that moment ever since cause it was a nice, let alone life-saving gesture.

I always anticipated the next update of lil miss rarity back in 2013-present day.

Yeah.

I also like Apples.

I have a FUCKING FLASHDRIVE containing SO many offline mp4s of old youtube vids i can watch if internet cuts out just in case, but NEVER TO REPOST. I cannot say that enough. (<Yes the reposting part)

I probably even have some files that are probably golden nuggets of the internet cause some of these files are not even on youtube or their website origin anymore.

Now i downloaded these files cause they were my childhood and teenhood. What made me and maybe even some of you.

Mostly to playback for entertainment on a computer or PS3 for a number of long periods of my life.

One internet gem i listen to sometimes is Addictia's(or Princess Addictia) remix of Love is in Bloom from Daniel ingrams song from MLP FIM.

I haven't seen Addictia for a long time. Hope he's okay. Though i think one video reupload of that song is on youtube but i'm not the one who reposted it. Different Channel.

I even have ONE video of Unus Annus left but OBVIOUSLY im not gonna repost that one. Or anything for that matter.

I've had this flashdrive since 2013.

Like a fandom's treasure chest. Or a small gold bar made of plastic nostalgia.

I have even have original movie trailers and fanarts.

And again no reposting has never been done. Even after all this time. Its very much wrong.

All for free offline view. No reposting.

Lets just say i even have a video that On Youtube the sound is off cause of copyrighted content. It has musical samples in it.

Even a folder that has a fandom in it that is made fun of but not scrutinized. Lets just say they would gobble it up or remind someone of a taco bell drive thru experience with their friends.(they're beloved in a way)

So yeah. All this stuff thats bad and hectic happening( honestly im crushed when i learned about recently with norm macdonald and chadwick boseman) im sort've like that one dude in the picture that is sadly walking away from terrible things on the news while walking towards pop culture stuff like disney my little pony marvel DC Dark Horse Comics(holy shit The Mask) IDW publishing Image comics Even Stephen King. Honestly how would i like all this out of selfish intent? Thats just confusing. And lets not forget the fan creations of all this content. In 2015 i listened to so much Toby Fox. Two words.

Such Determination. ❤💚💜💙💛💗

Let alone Bill and Ted. Excellent... And Breathtaking. ( Saw The Matrix 4 trailer. Deathly Excited)

Here it is.

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And of course ive learned from the Mare do well episode from MLP Gen 4. Also Griffin the brush off. Wouldnt want to hang out with someone disrespectful like that. Though she improved later in season 4 or 5 i think.

First ones i watched on TheHub were look before you sleep and bridle gossip. Very important episodes.

I also first saw Awoken by H8_seed on here, Tumblr. 2012.

Amazing song.

You all are great.

I just hope we don't tear ourselves apart.

[miss-sleepdeprived]

Im gonna level with you the vast majority of this was written at 3 in the morning and I’m too tired to deal with it any more so let’s hope for the best

Also this is the first part of the prologue \/

“Ah Welcome! How can I help you little lady?”

Alana just about jumped out of her skin, the people here were so friendlier than the ones at her kingdom despite the cold. It was odd.

The smith was an older man with a round face and body, he appeared a jolly fellow who she imagined wouldn't question her specifics.

“I need a sword, something that can cut through bone.” she said pulling her cloak tight around her shoulders.

“ Well alright I have something or did you have plans for it?”

“ I had plans but if it's not possible I understand.”

“ Well let me see ‘em before we say that.”

Alana smiled before pulling out her book, it was dark brown leather bound with a scarlet A on the front as her initials. Flipping to the correct page she handed the book to the smith who took it with surprising gentleness handling it with care looking over the plans before handing it back.

“Well I can do it for sure but its gonna be a hefty price little lady.”

She jumped “Right.” pulling the bad of gems and gold from her belt. “Would this be enough? I can get more if it’s not this is just what I brought with me.”

Handing it to the man he took it with the same gentleness he took her note book, opening it carefully to examine it’s contents.

“Hunny this is perfect, I imagine I can have it done sometime next month butif that works for you, just drop by anytime and have a chat if you want as well, I love the company.”

Alana smiled nodding her head before replying. “Next month is perfect, and if I have the time I may come for a visit thank you.”

“Any time little lady, now you be careful out there I think a storm is a brewin.”

The weeks passed and when she had the time Alana did come to the smithery and visit even well after her sword was made. While there she learned the name of the smith Arther and that Arther had a daughter by the name of Layla whom she met about her 3rd visit to the smithery and was now well acquainted with and could reliably consider her a friend.

Putting her trust in this new friend she told Layla of her plan and who exactly she was, Layla had been less then surprised as she had heard the horror that was king Reed understanding Alana's wish to rid the country of the tirant.

“Hey Lana?” Layla asked, grabbing the blonds attention.

Alana made a noise of acknowledgement moving her head towards her friend. “What is the hierarchy like in Iceland? Cuz here the oldest and second had to fight it out to figure out who’s the heir but I imagine it’s different where your from,”

Alana thought on the topic before giving her decision as it had never crossed her mind. “Well it’s mostly circumstantial, so let’s say that the current ruler died of natural causes then in their will whoever was stated would become ruler in my case my sister despite me being older. However let’s say that he were to get killed via assation then whoever killed him would be dubbed the new ruler despite the people's opinion.”

“Why is that?”

“Because of the crown.” Alana started. “I’ve spent my entire life learning about my country and by far the most interesting thing is the crown of the royals, it is made with a frame of black stone with three pillars in the front, the two on the sides used to have glow stone imbedded in them however the current king had them removed and replaced with coal. And the one in the middle has a good sized netheright that is enchanted to stay on the head of the royal regardless of force if the royal doesn’t want it off it won’t be coming off. The only exception being if they died.”

“Okay so let’s say that someone that wasn’t in the bloodline killed them, what would the crown do?”

“It would attach to the person who killed them although it isn’t normal for that to happen because of security precautions, we are called the most war efficient country for a reason. The people there are rough, ready to fight at any moment. It’s kind of sad if I’m honest.”

“Really?”

“Yes, think about it, wouldn't you be sad if all the time you had to keep a solid face always preparing for the worst because who knows when your king is going to declare war on a country and you're going to have to leave everything to help. I’m sorry I fell down quite the rabbit hole didn’t I?” Alana said with a shy smile

Layla put her hand on Alanas arm.” No no it’s okay that’s how you feel things are you see things from the villagers perspective it’s a sign of a great ruler! And why I thought Willbur would have been a better one.”

Layla mumbled the last but tho it was clear Aruther heard her as he was quick to scold her.

“Layla, you know it’s none of our business what goes on at the capital. And besides, Technoblade still has a time to mature all those boys do and will with time just like you, I remember you once tried to “storm the capital” because you didn’t like the color of banners they put up.”

“GREEN IS THE WORST COLOR TO PUT IN AN ENTIRELY WHITE AND BLUE AREA!”

Arther simply laughed at his daughter's childishness shaking his head as he went back to cleaning and sharpening tools.

Huffing and falling back into her chair Layla noticed something under Alana's cloak.

“Hey Lana?”

“Humm?”

“Come out back with me for a sec?”

“Sure.”

The two girls walked around to the back of the store where it was much warmer then the rest of the outside considering the walls meant to keep the wind out and the active fire that Arther used to reform tools.

“Okay cutting right to the chase do you have wings?”

“Uh..”

“YOU DO!? CAN YOU FLY!? CAN YOU TAKE ME FLYING!?”

“That’s what your wondering?”

“Uh duh, I mean come on I find out my best friend has wings and you think I’m not gonna want a ride?” she gasped before continuing. “ CAN I SEE THEM!!!??”

Alana jumped before putting her hands on Layla’s shoulders and covering her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Okay okay you can see them if you promise to be quiet.”

The brunette nodded frantically before watching Alana move her cloak allowing the massive white wings to stretch and the bones to pop from being stuck under the cloak for so long, ruffling the feathers to put them back the their place before turning back to Layla rolling her eyes slightly to see her practically jumping in her spot before nodding and allowing her friend to run her hands threw the small feathers along her back all the way down to the big ones that allow her to fly all the while checking with Alana to make sure it was okay.

“Why do you keep them under your cloak?” Layla asked with a quizzing look in her face.

“Well my parents don’t like them too much I’m not sure why but they truly just don’t want to look at them if they can help it. I think mother would cut them off if she could if I’m being honest.”

Layla stood still before opening her mouth again.

“That’s bullshit! Your wings are beautiful if I’m being honest it’s hard to see you without them now they are just so you anyone that says any different need to pull their head out of their own ass and I have half a mind to give that king of yours a piece of my mind from that!”

Layla had now moved to Alana's front. Alana simply looked at her stunned before pulling her into a hug burying her face in her shoulder.

Layla hesitated for no more than a fraction of a second before returning the hug to a bone crushing degree as if trying to desperately reassure Alana that she wasn’t going anywhere.

A moment later Alana pulled away covering her wings once again and smiled at Layla.

“If I accomplish this, would you be willing to be my advisor? Because I’ll be damned if Regionald is going to tell me what to do.”

“Always just let me know what to do.”

The two had another hug before parting once more.

“I need to head home, come on.”

Alana said pulling her friend back inside, saying goodbye to Arther, and walking out with wishes of good travel.

Getting to the edge of the dock where none ever sailed she spread her large wings allowing the large mussels to pull her into the air and lead her back to her home.

Have a nice night folks get some sleep

[sothischickshe]

21 25 24 27

Thanks!

21. How many bookshelves do you have?

Ok so preamble, a lottt of my books are still at my parents', up in the loft. Or um I hope they are! My parents are pretty...wacky so there is always the chance they've, like, eaten them.

Like! I was living abroad and came back and they'd obvi moved everything around and forgotten abt it bc all my books were arranged by alphabetical author order, and a-d were missing. So I'm like ummmm maaaaaa where are the austens and adamses and whatnot? And she's like o yea I got another box of your books around I'll find it for you. And I'm like cool cool cool. And then eventually she presents me with a box of like clearly picture books for small children (she was then a primary school teacher) which are very obviously not mine 😂

Anyway! I have one small shelf unit of 3 lil shelves which is like my capsule collection (it is stuffed!!! Verrrry higgeldy piggeldy) in my room, and in the corridor I have a big shelf unit of 3 shelves - 1 and a lil bit are the tbr pile, the bottom shelf is more for the oversized books - some ref books, some big chunky books from childhood, the 2 where's wally (waldo to you peeps) books I have (that shit was spenny!!) etc

25. In what condition do you keep your books?

Umm like not horrible condition?? One time one of my friends returned a book to me after dropping it in the ocean and like none of it was attached to any of the rest of it???? And I was like cmon man that cannot be cool??

But I'm not super precious about it, I have no issue with cracked spines or ummm I guess I don't dogear pages personally but whatever or if pages get bent etc. I like books that look read! I read em hard! They travel hard with me in my crazy bag full of nonsense!

Also the fabled loft of my parents is where I found many gems, so I've got a couple of actually victorian dickens novels in unbelievably bad condition, and I literally had to gently rip stuck together pages apart to read them, or the binding was going so I taped them together peak uglyly. Books are meant to be read!!!!!

24. How willing are you to lend your books to other people?

With most things very!! Although me and a lot of my friends are often just trying to shunt books into the ether, so it's a very loose definition of lending, ha ha. A lot of the time I'll finish a book and I'll have liked it but I don't think I need to hang onto it so I'll try to foist it onto the next person I see (my colleagues take the brunt but certainly not all of this). There are some books that I find very comforting that I'd be more reticent to lend, but there's definitely bookier friends I'd have no concerns about lending them to.

And I think it's case by case you know? Like one of my cousins randomly was like 'yo I'm thinking about getting back into reading, what you got?' and my brain briefly short circuited because I love that q!!

And bc he is a. Mixed race and hasn't lived in the UK since he was very young but spends tiiiiime here b. A cinephile generally and a cinematographer and c. Hilarious I gave ('leant') him: the good immigrant (the og UK one), a book of daphne du Maurier short stories which includes the birds, and how to read a book (second ed. I think). I highly doubt I'm getting any of those back (in fact I think his dad has run off with at least one of them now 😂) and I probably wouldn't have given ('leant') them to most other ppl but he LOVED them and he got back into reading and it was worth it!! And if I ever desperately want another copy of any of those... I could just buy one!

27. What books can always make you cry?

Hmmmmm i don't huuuugely tend to reread books that much, I'm always hungry for the new! But I think I've indulged in more rereading a. When studying and b. In unfamiliar circumstances. I think the stuff I've read as a child and return back to a lot is probably most likely, because it has all this layered meaning to it for me? So maybe the tortall books?

I feel like everything is illuminated probably made me cry every time?

But also, I often get a little teary when I read something that's just so GOOD you know? Like I think I genuinely got about 3 pages into hitchhikers guide the first time and I was GRINNING so HUGE and my eyes were v wet cos I had this huge fucking trilogy in four parts to get through and I could tell it was gonna be fucking marvelous every step of the way!!!!! Maybe I read too many shit books as a kid?? Ha ha. There's something so relieving to being like... Oh...this is gonna be good! I'm gonna go lose myself here! Fuck yea!!!!!

[emo-floof-child-writes]

The Sword of the Solstice

Chapter Eight: On the Road to the Warrior Village of Leeno.

They reach the edge of Ghia Forest, where a purple mist stands before them. Eijiro groans. “Well, now what?” Katsuki hops off the horse with a grin. He cracks his knuckles, and runs towards the mist at full force. The Solstice Sword makes a chime in Izuku's head. “NO, STOPPETH THINE FRIEND!” HOW?! Izuku asks. The Sword makes a noise not unlike a sigh. “Presseth the button to activateth mine blade, and tosseth me at the misty barrier.” Izuku frowns, but pulls out the hilt, and squeezes the button.

“Katsuki, look out!” Izuku yells, as he flings the blade towards the mist. Katsuki skids to a halt, the sun-blade flies past him, sending shimmering light into Katsuki's eyes. Katsuki growls. “DEKU, DON'T THROW SWORDS!” He yells loudly. The Sword makes contact with the barrier, landing on the ground with a clatter. A silence takes the woods, then a strong wind blows towards the party. The horses rear up, with a shrill whinny.

Ochaco, with the unexpected wind, and the force of the horse rearing up, falls off, landing on her side. “Miss Ochaco!” Momo says, as she strokes her horse's mane in an attempt to call the horse down. Izuku whispers something reassuring to his horse, as if he were some kind of horse whisperer, and perhaps he is, for the horse relaxes. Katsuki grabs the reins of his and Eijiro's horse, with an annoyed grunt.

“First of all, Ochaco, are you alright?” Katsuki asks, as she stands, dusting herself off. She nods. “Yeah, it wasn't that far of a fall.” He sighs, and then looks at Izuku with confusion. “Great. Second of all; WHAT ON THESKYX WAS THAT, DEKU?!” Izuku dismounts from his horse, and goes over to where the Sword landed. “I am not sure, the Solstice Sword told me you running towards the mist was bad, a-and that I needed to throw it at the mist...”

Izuku reaches down to pick up the Sword, now back to being a hilt, but upon touching it's surface, he feels heat. He retracts his hand, and winces. What just happened, Solstice? Izuku asks the Sword. The Sword shakes on the ground. Katsuki frowns, and motions Ochaco to follow him over to Izuku's side. They make their way up to him, as the Sword's blade reforms.

Only, instead of the golden yellow glow of sunlight, it is a red-ish pink glow, not unlike a setting sun. Izuku swallows, and he looks at Ochaco. “You wouldn't happen to have anything that can help pick up this Sword without burning your hand?” She points her staff towards the Sword. She takes a deep breath. “I have this spell, um, called Prestidigitation. It has many small uses, like cooling things down. I'm not sure how it would work on a magic, sentient sword, but it's worth a shot.” She closes her eyes, and in Elvish chants out the incantation.

A pink light emerges from the red gem on her staff, and it shoots out little specks of ice shoot out of it. They bounce off the Sword's surface, but when Izuku hesitantly reaches for it, he realizes it is ice cold now. He squeezes the button again, in an attempt to turn off the blade, but the red-ish pink blade remains. He frowns, and flips the sword in the air, repeatedly pushing down on the button to turn it off.

“You know, Solstice, when I said it'd be nice for you to have more powerful magic that last longer, this isn't what I meant!” He yells out loud at the blade, hoping to get a response. Ochaco frowns. “What's wrong with it?” She asks. Izuku sighs, and Katsuki groans. “Aren't you the mage here? Shouldn't you know?” Ochaco shakes her head. “I only know bits and pieces of information on this Sword. Shoto would know more...”

Eijiro nudges his horse forward. “S-speaking of him, we should get going...who knows how long it'll take them to get to Loyaci?” Katsuki nods, and climbs on, shoving Eijiro behind him. “I'm steering this horse.” He says, and looks back at the mist.

“That didn't even do anything. I mean, the mist is still there!” Momo says, as she spurs her horse up to the others. Ochaco walks closer to the foggy barrier. She waves her hand over. “Aw, no worries, everyone. I know this spell. It's a poisonous fog.” Momo groans. “Why is that a good thing?” Ochaco giggles. “Glad you asked! It's a good thing because I can dispel it with my magic!” She rubs her hands together. “This'll be fun...” She says, sarcastically.

She raised her hands, her one gloved hand pulled close to her chest, and with her ungloved hand she shoves into the fog, and she grunts, feeling the pain of the poison seep into her. She lets out a cry in Elvish equivalent to “Have mercy on me!” as she flings her other hand into the fog. She grits her teeth, and takes a large step forward, her boots digging into the dirt path beneath her.

With a loud fwoosh, the mist dissipates. She gasps, and falls face first into the dirt. Katsuki laughs, finding that to be a funny end to something that could be described as a powerful and amazing act. Izuku helps Ochaco get to her feet, and smiles. “You okay?” She nods. “Well, that is one barrier that we can pass through.” Momo says, with a sigh. “Maybe it isn't impossible to get into Loyaci.” Ochaco mounts behind her again, and shrugs.

“Well, what are we waiting for? We need to get to Loyaci!” Ochaco says. Izuku nods, and gets on his horse. With Solstice still being fully activated, he had to get on slowly, but once he did, he uses the Solstice Sword to point to the trail ahead of them. “I agree with Ochaco, we need to get Shoto back, and fast. So let's keep going!” They nod, and continue on down to the East-West Road. As the light starts to leave the sky, the five of them contemplate whether or not to rest.

“They will need to rest, because even with their magical teleportation, it takes a lot of energy to go a league, let alone 162 leagues! We can make quicker time if we continue until the moon shines high in the sky.” Ochaco says, with certainty. Kasuki, Izuku, and Momo nod. Eijiro frowns. “Is this a good idea, us riding on the road after dark?” Katsuki scoffs. “Don't be pathetic. We're a group of five adventurers, people will know better than to cross us.” Eijiro bites his lip, with one of his fangs. “If you say so, Katsuki.”

Izuku holds the Solstice Sword, which still hasn’t changed back to being a hilt. “I suppose the Solstice Sword can work as a light for now.” The others agree, and start down the East-West Road. Hours pass, and the moon shines through some clouds overhead. They stop, and decide to make camp. Momo takes first watch, and as they are settling in, Ochaco plants her staff in the ground. She kneels behind it, and grasps it. Her nails dig into the wood, and she closes her eyes.

Eijiro and Katsuki set down their beddings, and Eijiro frowns. “Are you okay, Ochaco?” He asks, and she nods, but doesn’t relax. Eijiro shrugs, and pulls Katsuki aside. “You wanna try?” He whispers to Katsuki, who scoffs. “What can I do that you can’t?” He asks Eijiro, who folds his arms. “Maybe she is right, you are a little dimwitted.” Eijiro says, laughing. Katsuki growls, and rolls his eyes.

“What are you talking about, Scales?” Katsuki asks, and Eijiro chuckles. “Whether you would admit it or not, you are the closest to her. She seems to be more comfortable around you.” Katsuki sighs. “I guess I can try.” He says, sitting down by her. Izuku looks down at the Solstice Sword. He has been periodically trying to communicate with it, but it is either recharging, or isn’t responding.

Maybe I’ve lost contact with it, or whatever made it sentient is gone? Maybe it suicided against the mist... But the hilt was so hot, and the blade reappeared on it’s own...and it was like a sunset. Maybe something’s happened? Izuku looks at the party, and sighs. “What am I gonna do?” He asks himself out loud. “With Shoto gone, I don’t know what to do. I’m lost...” He feels a metal bracer touch his shoulder.

He turns to see Momo standing behind him. “As a leader of a leaderless kingdom for many years, a word of advice.” Izuku tilts his head, and frowns. “What is it?” Momo sighs. “If you have doubts, either be honest with those you’re leading, or keep them quiet.” Izuku shakes his head. “I never really thought of myself as a leader, I’ve always taken advice from others, and just said what the general consensus is.”

Momo nods. “Maybe you are just the final vote in the consensus, but they agree with you and listen to you. Being a good leader is just being able to listen to those around you.” Izuku nods, and sighs. “Well, then what do you think of this mission, is there any chance of success?” Momo taps her chin. “I think it’s a small chance of success, but I know that for me at least I need it to succeed, for my young lord.”

Izuku frowns. “By my honor, I will do my best to get you to him.” She smiles. “I appreciate that.” She says. “I hope things aren’t too terrible with him.” She adds, and Izuku clenches his fist. “We’ll make sure that those villains are dealt with. But Shoto is strong, he won’t bend easily. He’ll be fine.”

With those villains everything wasn’t “fine”. Shoto was tied to a tree without his sword, and Himiko used an evil sigil of Dendar that messes with the Paladins of Light. Or at least that’s what she said it did. Unfortunately Shoto couldn’t see it, because it was carved into the tree behind him. Even if I could see it, I doubt I would be able to identify it, let alone read it. Shoto sighs.

Dabi and Himiko used black magic teleport them and Shoto to wherever they were. Shoto couldn’t identify it, but all he knew was the trip was taxing on both of cultists, so that they just set up camp right then and there. They must have trust that I can’t cast spells... Well, I suppose the worst case scenario, if I die, whatever they want me for won’t work. He channels his power, hoping to cast Call Stead.

All he feels is a stabbing pain in his chest, coming from the glyph behind him. Shoto smirks. “Oh, it’s anti-magic?” He whispers to himself. He knows that these anti-magic runes can be undone if you deface them. Since my arms are tied around the tree, the only way I can undo the mark is by moving. He sighs. I am pretty strong, right? I can do this... He glances back at Himiko and Dabi, and grunts.

Got to do it quietly and fast, but going fast is going to make a lot of noise. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing... He inches around the tree, and hears a mumble. He freezes, and having gone maybe a quarter of the way around, looks back at the cultists. The mumbler was Dabi, but he seems fast asleep, and facing away from Shoto. Shoto lets out a relieved sigh, and tries to slide around the tree.

Whether the ropes were fraying, or he got a random burst of strength and dexterity, Shoto couldn’t determine. But he manages to get his hands by the sigil. Right, I need some slight of hand here. Hopefully I can make a deep enough scratch in it to cast my magic. He digs his nails into the tree trunk, in an attempt to destroy it. He feels his index nail chip, and growls. I just got to keep trying!

He tries again, and he feels it scratch a little, but again, he breaks his middle finger’s nail. He grits his teeth, getting more frustrated. They say third time's the charm, so here we go. With a grimace, he uses his thumb’s nail. His frustration and his urgency to break it cause him to apply as much pressure as possible, which makes a deep scratch in the sigil. Instead of feeling the evil magic dissipating, he feels that same jarring pain in his chest, although it wasn’t as strong.

A girl-ish giggle echoes through the dark woods. “Did you really think that was gonna work?” Himiko asks, walking over with her jagged black dagger. Shoto gasps. She smiles, and points the dagger at him. “I wasn’t asleep. Dabi told me to watch to see what you’d try to do if we left you unattended. Although my magic ward won’t be be undone by anyone except me or Dabi.”

Shoto sighs. “So now what? What are you going to do?” Shoto asks, trying to figure out how bad a situation is. “Well, I wasn't supposed to do this yet, but hehe, I'm impatient.” She lifts her dagger. Did she actually say “hehe”? Also... WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? What's happening?! She chants in Dark Elvish, and the dark blade glows purple. Shoto looks around in a panic, hoping to find some kind of escape. Himiko giggles. “You think you can escape? Like we'd let Enji Todoroki's greatest dark creation go!” Shoto gasps. “My father? And ‘dark creation’? What kind of sick game are you playing? I am a Paladin of The Morning Lord, Guardian of Light! How am I a dark creation?”

Himiko frowns. “Your father never told you?” Shoto growls. “Told me what, you corrupt fiend?” He retorts. She grins. With the purple illuminating her face, her grin has an eerie glow. “Exactly! Fiends!” She says, placing the dunes of the dagger to his forehead. He grunts. “What on Theskyx are you talking about?” He asks, and she sighs. “You! You have fiendish blood!” Shoto's eyes widen. “That's not possible. My parents were elves!” She nods. “Yeah, but your father was experimenting with fiend blood in hopes of reviving the old powerful demons. He used you and your brother Touya to test it.”

Shoto frowns, remembering what Momo said happened to his brothers and sister. “But Touya's body was burned beyond recognition.” Shoto says. She giggles like she knew something he didn't, but doesn't say anything. She removes the blade from his forehead. “There. That should do it.” Shoto gasps. “W-wait. WHAT DID YOU DO?” She holds up a finger, indicating for him to wait. She walks around the tree, and riffles through her bag. She comes back with a mirror in her hand. She holds it up to his face, and on his forehead is the words that were on the blade.

Before Shoto was sure he couldn't read these Dark Elvish runes, but for some reason, he understands them perfectly. To him it read; “To the long lost Fiend King of Darkness.” He looks at Himiko. “The fiend king? Who is that?” She gasps. “You can read these runes?” She asks, and Shoto bites his tongue. I probably shouldn't say that I can read it... He scoffs. “No, I can't. I just heard you say that.” He tries to maintain eye contact with her. Lying is very honorable, but perhaps it will help me here. Lathander, forgive me.

She puts her knife back into its sheath. “Isn't it wrong for a paladin to lie?” She says, cackling. “You've already done things to darken your heart. Believe me or not, you are part fiend.” He feels a shiver run down his spine. She folds her arms. “The only way you're getting free is if you embrace your fiendish nature. Only a demon has the strength to break free of these magic ropes.” Shoto groans. So even if I had messed up the sigil, I wouldn't be able to get free. But if I truly am part demon, I cannot embrace it. I will fight it with every ounce of my being.

Shoto closes his eyes. “Us Paladins of Light have tons of patience, and I am blessed with a long life. How long can you hold up, I wonder?” She hisses at him. “You'll give in, we know your weakness. That girl paladin...” Shoto takes a deep breath. She's trying to get a rise out of you, get a hold of yourself. “She isn't anywhere close to us. You have no power that could weaken me.” She clenches her fists. “What about Reneumel? I could destroy it.” Himiko says, with a smirk. Shoto nods. “Yeah, you could, but that would break our agreement, and I won't come willingly to Loyaci. And you clearly need me.”

She scoffs. “You'll cave. It's only a matter of time.” She lies down nearby. “Get to sleep, we're going to teleport again at first light.” Shoto chuckles. She was trying to get a rise out of me, but she's the one who frustrated and annoyed. Interesting how that works. But about the stuff she said, how can I be part fiend? They were all but destroyed by in-fighting and the paladins of old. It definitely gives me a lot to think about.

[eternaldarkness55]

A Battle for Love

(Storyinfo)(Ariel falls hard for Bilbo so Ursala turns her into a human but he is heading for Erobor and she has to get through Mirkwood and Lake Town before she gets to Erobor. Along the way she'll meet new friends and gain new family. But with Smaug attacking Lake Town and the battle raging in Erobor will her love for Bilbo meet the same fate as Kili and her new best friend Tauriel?)

My name is Ariel I'm a twenty year old mermaid princess of Atlantica which is located in the lake of Lake Town. I'm the only child of King Triton, abused child for that matter my father beats me. This morning when I came up to the surface to watch the people of Lake Town which I love to do every morning. I dreamed of being human forever. I spotted fourteen men arriving on a boat. They were dwarfs but one I spotted was not a dwarf it was a Hobbit. A very hot one and I fell madly in love so that's why I'm here right now in a cave talking with the good witch Ursala who gives merpeople the power to turn from mer to human whenever they please with no payment.

   Ursala: My dear girl you will have the human life you want, be away from your horrible father, and I will help you get the man of your dreams. But this is how this is going to work the place you'll appear is not far from where the Hobbit is but I'm afraid you won't be able to see him till later and you'll see him. When you do see him his name is Bilbo. Now are you reading child?

   Ariel: Yes please

   There was a bright blue flash then all of sudden Ariel was human, wearing a knee length, sleeveless, white dress with red and blue butterfly's on it with white sandals and was standing in Mirkwood forest. As she turned around she saw a blond elf walking towards her.

   Thranduil: Excuse miss are you alright? Do you have a home?

   Ariel: No I don't have a home, my father beats me that's not a home.

   Thranduil: Well that's all going to change, come live with me and my people. Be my daughter and part of my army Mirkwood will be your home and I would never harm you.(extended his hand)

   She trusted Ursala that this was meant to happen in order to have her true love so she took his hand and went with him. She became Ariel Greenleaf daughter of Thranduil, sister of Legoles, best friend to Tauriel, and one of the best fighters in Thranduil's army. In time Ariel told Legoles, Thranduil, and Tauriel where she comes from and why she there. They all still accepted her but Thranduil dismissed her love for Bilbo and told her “You’re not just a princess from birth you're a princess because you're my daughter. And being my daughter you belong in Mirkwood and nowhere else and as the king's daughter you will not pledge yourself to that Shire rat". Legoles agreed with his father but being in love with Kili Tauriel understood Ariel and the two ran away to not only help in the fight but to find their loves.

   Lake Town Bard's house

   Tauriel and Ariel were about to leave when they saw Bofur coming up the stairs.

   Tauriel: Athelas(Whispered taking the plant)

   Bofur: What are you going to do?

   Tauriel: I'm going to save him(Whispered)

   Not long after she healed Kili everyone heard a noise Smaug was coming. Everyone quickly ran out and ran over to the boat.

    Bane: What about our dad?

    Ariel: If you stay here your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?

    They all got in and the Fili and Bofur rowed as Smaug burned the town. They saw someone in a tower shooting arrows.

    Tilda and Sigrid: Dad(Cried)

    Ariel: Wait(Bane ran out of the boat)

    Tauriel: Leave him(Grabbed her arm)

    After what seemed like forever a dead Smaug fell to the water.

    Ariel: He did it, he killed him

    That morning Ariel and Tauriel helped the people of Lake Town as Sigrid and Tilda called desperately for their dad. Alfred saw Ariel handing out blankets.

    Alfred: Give me one of those I'll catch my death in this cold

    Ariel: Oh find your own 

    Alfred: Give me that blanket(Pulled at one)

    Ariel: I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you(Pulled the blanket away)

    Alfred: That can be arranged(Seized her arm hard and was about to slap her) 

    Bard: Don't you dare touch her(Seized Alfred's arm)

    Bane tripped Alfred making him fall

    Tilda: Dad(Cried)

    Bard: Come here(Held out his arms)

    The girls ran into his arms

    A man: It was Bard he killed the dragon I saw it with my own eyes.

    Ariel: Bard where do we go for shelter?

    Bard: Were going to Erobor

    Bofur: Come on you two we got to get to Thorin(Said to Kili and Tauriel)

 Kili: Give us a sec, please come with me Tauriel(Grabbed her hands)

 Tauriel: I'll meet you there I promise but I promised Ariel I'd help her so I have to travel to Erober with her.

    Kili: At least take this(Took out the stone)

    Tauriel: It was a promise from your mother keep it

    They were about to kiss but then stopped

    Tauriel: My lord Legoles(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles: Leave dwarf

    He did

    An elf: Lord Legoles Lady Ariel you are to return to your father at once.

    Legoles: Come Ariel and Tauriel

    The elf: Not Tauriel she has been banished(Said in Elvish)

    Legoles was so furious that he decided to not only give in helping with the fight but help Ariel and Bilbo be together. Even help Tauriel and Kili be together cause he knew now she loved him not Legoles and that he had to get over it and that he couldn't force her.

    Ariel: I'm not going anywhere(Said fiercely)

    Legoles: You don't have to I'm going with both of you

    The 3 left later all of the Lake Town people arrived in Erobor.

    Bard: Get some fires going, Alfred take the night watch

    Fires were built and wounded were healed.

    The morning

    A man: The children are starving we don't have enough food

    Bard: Do what you can, any news from the night watch Alfred?

    Alfred: Quiet as a mouse sir nothing gets pass me

    They walked outside and saw an army of elves

    Bard: Except for an army of elves

    The elves let Bard through and let the people take all the food and drink from the carts.

    Bard: You saved us I don't know how to thank you(Said to Thranduil)

    Thranduil: I'm not here for you I'm here to reclaim something that is mine. A gem in the mountain that I to desire, a gem of pure and beautiful starlight.(Talking about Ariel)

    Bard rode on a horse over to the mountain

    Bard: Hail Thorin, will you please speak with me?

    Thorin nodded and went downstairs they looked at each other through a hole in the door.

    Thorin: I'm listening

    Bard: On behalf of the people of Lake Town I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so they might we build their lives. My people offered you help and all you bring upon them is ruin and death. A bargain was struck!

    Thorin: A bargain? What choose do we have but to barter our birth right for blankets and food? Tell me Bard the dragon slayer why should I honor such terms?

    Bard: Because you gave us your word, does that mean nothing?

    Thorin: Be gone(Yelled)

     Bard hit the wall furiously and left both Lake Town and the dwarfs got ready for war. Then Bard, Thranduil, and all the elves marched over to the mountain.

    Bard: Thanks for the Arkenstone, you may have it back but first you must honor your word.(Took out the Arkenstone then put it away)

    Thorin: The Arkenstone is in this mountain it's a trick(Yelled)

    Bilbo: It's no trick it's real I gave it to them, I was going to give it to you many times but-

    Thorin: But what you miserable rat?

    Bilbo: You've changed Thorin the dwarf I met in Bag End would have never gone back on his word. Or doubt the loyalty of his kin.

    Thorin: Do not speak to me of loyalty, toss him over!

    Thorin: Did you not hear me?!(Seized Fili then let go)

    Thorin: I'll do it myself curse you(Seized Bilbo)

    Gandalf: Return my burglar to me(Came walking)

    Bofur grabbed Bilbo as Thorin let him go

    Bofur: Go

    Bilbo climbed down by a rope

    Bard: Are we resolved? The Arkenstone for what was promised, give us your answer, will you have peace or war? 

    Thorin: I will have war 

    Dain Ironfoot and his army arrived but so did Azog and his army. The war began.

    In Erobor

    Legoles: Gandalf(Arrived on a horse with Ariel and Tauriel 

    Gandalf: Legoles Greenleaf(Legoles and the girls walked over to him)

    Legoles: There's a second army coming  Gundabad orcs there almost upon us

    Gandalf: They'll be going to the North

    Bilbo: The North, where is the North?

    Gandalf: Ravenhill

    Bilbo: Ravenhill, Thorin is up there, and Fili and Kili their all up there

    A elf horn went off

    Gandalf: My lord dispatch this force to Ravenhill the dwarfs are about to be over run. Thorin must be warned(Walked over to him followed by Bilbo and Ariel)

    Thranduil: By all means warn him I have shed enough elf blood for this cursed land.

    Bilbo: I'll go

    Gandalf: Don't be ridiculous you’ll never make it

    Bilbo: Why not?

    Gandalf: Because they will see you coming and kill you

    Bilbo: No they won't they won't see me

    Gandalf: It's out of the question

    Bilbo: I wasn't asking for permission Gandalf

    Ariel: Wait I'll go with you

    Thranduil: No you will not we are going back to Mirkwood. Help me find your brother now that's an order.

    Ariel: Watch me!

    Bilbo and Ariel left

    Ravenhill(After Bilbo and Ariel found Thorin and after Fili's death)

    Orcs started coming towards them but Dwalin came running and fought them off. Ariel helped him as Bilbo threw rocks at the Orcs Dwalin and Ariel succeed in killing all the Orcs that went at them but not before one knocked out Bilbo. Ariel slipped a note in Bilbo's pocket and then sat down next to Bilbo watching over him with her sword ready to defend him and waiting for him to wake up. Dwalin left Ariel saw eagles starting to arrive Bilbo groaned as he woke up he looked over and saw Ariel sitting next to him then looked at what Ariel was staring at.

    Bilbo: The eagles are coming(Whispered)

    Ariel heard him

    Ariel: You’re awake, are you okay?

    Bilbo: I think so, who are you? You followed me to warn Thorin and you watched over me and wouldn't leave my side when I got knocked out, why?(Sat up)

    Ariel: I slipped that letter in your pocket in case I died while defending you while you were knocked out but I guess you don't need it. I'm a mermaid princess and I saw you and your friend's on Bard's boat arriving in Lake Town. The minute I saw you I fell hard for you so I asked a good lake witch to give me the ability to turn into a human. Thranduil adopted me but he turned out to be a horrible father once I told him the reason I was on land. Not worse than my real farther though my real father beats me.

    Bilbo was mind blown by the time she was done.

    Bilbo: Well now that you found me like you wanted what's your plan now?

    Ariel grabbed his face and kissed him he could not figure out what this gorgeous, hot, tough, and brave princess saw him. But he didn't care he'll take it she stopped.

    Ariel: I'm Ariel

    Bilbo: Bilbo Baggins

    Ariel: I know, the lake witch told me

    They stood up and saw Thorin below who soon collapsed to the ground. They gasped and made their way down and ran over to a coughing bleeding Thorin.

    Thorin: Bilbo(Gasped)

    Ariel: Don't move don't move lie still

    Thorin: Bilbo forgive me I was to blind to see, you’re the best friend I ever had I love you. I'm so sorry, farewell master Baggins go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees watch them grow.

    Bilbo: No no no no no Thorin(Cried desperately as he took Thorin's hand)

    Thorin died Bilbo cried hard in Ariel's arms making her cry too.

    Where Tauriel is holding Kili's dead body

    Thranduil walked over to her

    Tauriel: Their going to bury him(Whispered)

    Thranduil: Yes

    Tauriel: Why does love hurt so much?(Crying)

    Tranduil: Because it's real

     Thranduil apologized to Ariel and let her go she went home with Bilbo and they were married and had a son named Frodo. The letter she wrote him was framed in his and Ariel's room. To Ariel the Shire was more beautiful than any lake or royal kingdom and the people were kind and welcoming.

    The Shire years later(Bilbo's 101 birthday)(Ariel didn't  make it that long she died at 90)

    There was a knock on the door

    Bilbo: No more birthday wishes(Yelled)

    Gandalf: Not even from old friends

    Bilbo knew that voice he smiled as he walked over to the door and opened it.

    Bilbo: Gandalf(Said happily)

    Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins(Smiled)

    Bilbo: Gandalf(They hugged)

    THE END

[atmosphericshykid]

2020 first aid kit playlist thing

My year began pretty well, but the problems didn't end just because we reset our calendars and all that. And with missing my life, feeling like a failure, most of my friends with arts/culture careers feeling similar, the pain/system/news, the chain of painful events that happened in February… I was walking around ready to cry the universal flood at any moment. A friend sent a video of a filmmaker (?) sharing his 2020 experience through films to a group chat so we could all feel less alone in our thoughts and feelings or something, and I finally cracked.

After all the feels I did what I do most of the time and went through my music to pick myself up. It helped. So I thought I'd drop some songs here to keep as a time capsule; and most of all, in case it helps anyone the way I saw that guy's movie list help me and my friends.

I first thought of 26 and Anxiety Attack, but I feel like they might be too much, so instead, I'll start with the gem that is:

It translates to “I am my own Monday” and after the awkward inside joke intro, it begins: “I hate feeling like I can't breathe, you know, my lungs should, but they won't expand / You have problems, I have almost the same problems…” and “it's a pity that if we work hand in hand it's due to the shackles that hold us” and “selling my time for money that doesn't fulfil me / doing things I wouldn't do if I didn't really have to”.

I should honestly just translate the whole thing, but here's the end:

Have you ever felt like your guiding light blinds you? / a single match can't illuminate the whole sky / I don't want to lose the shine that I brought / reading some other character's lines* / sometimes sadness takes hold of my mind / I brought the perfect records to face it

* or script?

And here's a fun story: no film festival is completely clean of intellectual/artistic elitism/ego. It happens to the best of people as much as I dislike it. A couple of years ago we made a press conference to announce everything music related in that year's edition: our film selection, concerts, special events, and the bands that were going to collaborate with the teams of that year's Collegiate Rally (my baby <3).

Lng/SHT was in the lineup and he was that day in the panel. When a reporter asked his thoughts on our festival he said “Yeah, I love it. They have something for everyone: from intense art films to more Michaelbayish stuff for guys like me who enjoyed Transformers.”

Repressing my reaction to our director repressing her reaction was so hard I almost busted a lung. Good times.

I think this one speaks for itself. The whole lyrics are in Bandcamp and I like their Tiny Desk.

This choice might not be for everyone, but almost always death makes us think about our own death, and this is one of the first times I thought about mine in a peaceful way. Here's some death positive media from before Ask a Mortician was cool.

I love the imagery in this one. And I love how I feel listening to it or singing it (my voice makes onions cry though).

I found this on thesixtyone back in 2011 when the apocalypse was a fun niche theme/genre/aesthetic. I remember reading this guy's bunker updates and the lyrics of his songs, and thinking “lol what a creative guy”.

It's been like 6 years since the last time I listened to this album, so when it popped up on shuffle last year during the quarantine… I began singing it because I knew the lyrics and then because of the lyrics.

Does it bug me that if I had been monologuing first, I would have had a decent Howard Ashman transition? Yes.

But for a moment, my life was a musical, I had a solo, and I'm not ashamed to say it.

I like this album a lot. I like the home movie element in this song, but other than that I don't think I have anything else to say D:

Be More Kind was the obvious option, but this song starts “let's inherit the earth, 'cause no one else is taking it” and YES.

Also, I thought this needed a little energy.

I believe you can sing this song and omit the “not” in “I'm not sad” if you feel like it. I found the lyrics very relatable and I think I needed someone to remind me that “who I'll be needs who I am”.

When most people think of Beethoven they think of Napoleon, his 5th Symphony, the age of revolution, the heroic spirit, and such. Listen to the opening and see where your mind goes.

I think we should also remember that his friends called him Louie or Luigi, and when he began losing his hearing he got very depressed and contemplated suicide. Intestinal ailments are one of the least glamourous things that come with stress and depression. And still, the opening of this movement is inspired by burps, farts, and that kind of noises. I don't know if this was his idea of humour at the time, but the fact that he wrote something so allegro molto when he was at his lowest, is beautiful to me.

Re: Stacks I think is the perfect ending to For Emma Forever Ago. I love this song. It's a warmer tonal shift in the album, it's about an ending marking a new beginning, there is something there about stacks that (I think) represent the effort and time JV put in, just for everything to fall apart…

I like that “this is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization”, and you don't need to forget about your pain to start a new chapter. Finally, if you listen closely you'll hear Justin put away his guitar, get up and walk away. I like that that's there.

There was a band called Kithkin and it is awesome. They made an LP called "Rituals, Trances & Ecstasies for Humans in Face of The Collapse" seven years ago. It is also a favorite. Sorcerer is the last song. I love it on its own, and I think it's a good end to this playlist. Here is the whole lyrics, and here's the part I'll quote:

I know / Every answer begs a question / Every end is just a new beginning / I hope / I'm right

I know / If the worst is yet to come / Then the best is gonna follow / I hope / We survive

Sorcerer is Sorcerer, but I decided to add this version of Hope for the optimism. Tom Rosenthal is one of my favorite artists and I love all of his songs equally: the funny ones, the sleepy ones, the soppy ones, the emotional ones… all of them.

And the videos are a gem, sometimes I do Tom Rosenthal video marathons because that's how much I enjoy them.

The song is self-explanatory, and I like the video because it reminds me of community and connection, creativity, and that there are lovely people out there who are worth everything.

(That conclusion was too cheesy, but I guess I'll have to live with that and leave Carlos & Miguel a death threat.)