#like don't lie he was mad as hell in that video

[losersiren]

𝒜 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒!𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹

”𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.” A continuation of my oc Ambrose, The lord N: Don't I have a gift for you, Anon! God, I had to rewrite this so many times, BUT I'M DONE!! Eat up! This is a long one! I had to watch so many gun videos (like two), which was unexpected... CW: Fem reader (she/her), acts and talks of violence (not towards the reader), implied murder, threats, guns, fluff (with the reader lol), mocking, power balance (?) Jealousy (or pettiness) Wc: 3.5k 

A shotgun sound echoes throughout the forest, followed by yet another dead Grey partridge and light crunches of leaves beneath stomping leather boots. 

“That bastard of a man! A prick! Son of a bitch! Son of an adventuress at that!” Ambrose stops in his tracks, reloading his sporting rifle with more gunpowder. Anger consumes his entire being. ”Did you hear what that bloody cocksucker Patrick said to her?” He hissed through his clenched teeth, grabbing the tiny 0.5 mm sphere lead bullet and layering it on top of some fabric. Shoving it inside the rifle barrel, “If what he said changed from the last few hundred times you’ve re-told the incident, then I have no utter clue.”  The younger male rolls his eyes, picking up the tenth bird Ambrose has slaughtered this afternoon. He ignores his younger cousin’s sarcastic quip and continues. “ ‘If you wish for a lovely evening, do not be a stranger; send me a letter, and I'll be by your side.’ I should’ve darkened his daylights when those vile words left his devil mouth.” He fixes his gun upright, pushing the first trigger, waiting for another prey to be a victim of his wrath. 

“Is she spoken for? Have you outwardly said you intend to court her?” His cousin questions, and Ambrose, in retaliation to his younger relative’s question….blushes like a young girl. Clenching his jaw, he answers, “No,” “Are you mad?!?” “I’ve attempted…but my nervousness has sabotaged me alas.” Astonished, his cousin continues, “Then you have no right to be jealous of her, you fool.” 

Bushes start rustling. Ambrose aims and squints instantly, with a pointer finger on the second trigger. A small grey rabbit appears, and immediately, it's killed straight through its skull; a soft smile appears on Ambrose’s face. “For her, I'll be whatever is needed.” 

“You are not sane.”

“Don’t be rude, Finch. This is love in its purest form. One day, you’ll understand.” The older male shrugs his shoulders.

“Now,” Ambrose reloads his gun, repeating his past actions, but this time, he looks straight into the other male’s eyes. “What do you know about Patrick Barton?” “I do not-” Ambrose cuts him off. “ Do not lie to me, young Finch…” His voice becomes lower, mocking, his aura more sinister. “You frequent more gentleman clubs than I; lord knows I hate the people and atmosphere of said clubs– Your mother grumbles enough to mine about the subject.” In goes the gunpowder: “You surround yourself with such…’ vast’ personalities from the elites to the ladies of the night.” The grey-eyed man reaches into his waistcoat for a lead bullet. “Yet you tell me– you don’t know about a mere Lord.” He scoffs.

Finch watches his older cousin's actions. Of course, he only asked to spend time with him for information regarding the apple of his eye’s new ‘suitor.’ The young man knows his current situation, the number of Grey partridge carcasses he holds because of Ambrose, and how far deep he’s in the forest, alone with his turbulent cousin. This was a warning, a show of sorts, that he could join these insignificant birds. He tries to swallow the heavy lump stuck in his throat. Ambrose was always the odd man; his smile never reached his eyes, his charm as real as a disloyal man’s ‘ I love you.’ His older cousin wasn’t above putting his hands on his own blood to get what he wanted– Ambrose’s father’s scar is evidence enough. 

“He partakes in Hell’s, frequents them more than gentleman’s clubs, a gambler of sorts. Loves it! He brags about the thrills of it and his winnings. Folks whisper that he’s a dishonourable shark. But it's not just hell establishments he attends; If there's someplace to gamble away his earnings, he's there,” Finch sputters his confession. 

“And Mills? Does he attend those as well?” “Yes,” The younger lad answers his senior instantly.

Ambrose just hums in return.

Just finishing his task, he aims for his cousin; he wears an inexpressive face, his grey eyes darkened and vacant, with no light, no soul.

“Wait, wait! I told you what you wanted!” Finch pleas. He could run, but in retrospect, how far can he go? Ambrose has a fucking rifle. He’s a good shot, no, an excellent shot. Hell! It’s borderline impossible how he always hits his targets, especially with how hard it is to aim for those things. Finch is panicking; his cousin has already pushed the first trigger. The nervous lad just accepts it; what else could he do? He closes his eyes, expecting his death to come quickly, then he hears a gunshot…

And he's fine…? Another Grey partridge falls from the sky right before him, its dead eye looking at the twenty-year-old.

Ambrose’s gun aims towards the sky. He lowers it. Then he casually approaches the stunned male, who lets out a staggered sigh, relieved he escaped death by a hair. Ambrose looks down at Finch, grabbing his shoulder and leaning in close. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me ever again, especially when the topic concerns my love.” Finch nods rapidly, shaking like a leaf. “Of course, sir, sorry.” Then, the older male releases his shoulders. “Good. Gift those birds to a peasant; perhaps they’ll make dinner with it, oh, and the rabbit, too. Say I have decided to help my community or something along those lines.” He looks at the sky. “I have a woman blessed by aphrodite to court.” His smile is bright, contrasting how he was a mere few seconds ago. He pats his younger cousin’s back and leaves the forest– The lifeless Grey partridge stares back at Finch, and he stares back.

Social calls…How dreadful. Worse is conversing with Lord Barton. He’s a bore, vulgar, and has an underlying inconsiderate, bitter personality. Having your mother as a chaperone does not make the situation any more bearable. 

 “Have you ever pondered about the future?” he inquires.

What kind of wet rag question is that? 

You put on a gentle smile. “Of course I have. Since I was a chit, I would read the local papers with my father-” He cuts you off “Children.” You look at him in confusion. “Pardon?”

The gentleman looks at you like you’re the biggest dunce in the country. “Children, how many children do you wish for? It would be sensible for us to have eight or ten,” “Hah…well…” you lift the tea cup to your mouth.

The man has no decorum…

After that fiasco, you decided to take a stroll downtown, and perhaps you’ll get a book from the local store, some new fabrics from a linen draper, or even some oils. Your pin money given to you by your parents could only cover one item... what a conundrum….

“Do tell me why the viscount’s only daughter is doing without a chaperone?” He leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, his smile beaming.

“Lord Howard, have you dropped your hunting hobby in exchange for stalking?” He chuckles. “Witty as always, but dare I disappoint? I was just strolling about my day and coincidentally saw you– Perhaps fate has decided for us to meet?” He pushes himself off the wall and offers his arm. Was it coincidence or fate…? No, it was none; it was all Ambrose, him asking your fellow lady peers about your whereabouts. Then, wandering near whatever local shops would possibly pique your interest. Memories play in his head, such as when you both were young and would rendezvous at the local forest. You would acquire many hobbies when you were younger– your mother said you would have a higher chance of obtaining a suitor with diverse skills. He would remember them and watch you in amazement when you talked about them. 

You made him feel human. You made him feel alive. His father was never a loving one; he gained the son he wanted, and his heir then wanted nothing more to do with him. The only attention Ambrose earned from The Earl was if he needed reprimanding. Every laugh that was too loud, every fork that he unitized improperly, every action, small or big, was scrutinized. His mother was a vacant husk of a woman at home and a social butterfly in the public eye; she watered herself down to being a wife and a mother. She was neither. He detested both of them and hated that damned empty feeling of his soul and heart that matched his vacated house; he felt nothing. His world was as grey as his eyes.

Till he met the colourful Viscount’s daughter– If he got kicked by a horse and lost his memory, he would still somehow remember the day you two met—the memory ingrained in his bones, body, and soul. On the way to your estate, the stately carriage was soundless and suffocating, as if the air was thick. Ambrose remembers how he bore his eyes into his obsidian-polished boots, wishing for the minutes to pass faster.  

You were a naive hoyden the first time you introduced yourself; you forgot to say his title and yours. Using his common name and giving him an oh-so-sweet genuine smile, he hadn’t ever seen such an authentic smile for him and only him—not for his parents nor his riches. Just him. Your parents scolded you while apologizing profusely for your ‘disrespect.’ Before his parents could utter something backhanded yet elegant, Ambrose smiled. He didn’t know he could do that. For the first time, the young boy speaks up; he feels this protectiveness over you. But, at the moment, Ambrose couldn't care less about his father's punishment that would soon come; the only thing that mattered was you, and soon he’d found out that it would always be you.

An airy laugh escapes you. “Do you wish for us to be caught in a scandal every time we meet?” He raises a faux, worried face and voice. “Me?!? As a future Earl, I am fulfilling my gentlemanly duties by escorting a fine young lady and keeping her from potential dangers. What’s so scandalous about that?” You take his arm. “You’re far from sane, My Lord.”

“For you, My lady? I hope so,” He says proudly with his chest out.

A comfortable silence lulls you as you look at how the sun hits the trees, people, and him. The sun's rays lighten his dark brown hair, blessing it with an orange hue and grey eyes, becoming Iridescent, more akin to a pearl.

“The latest on dit says Lord Barton has called for your company?” He inquires 

Your face grimaces at just the sound of his name. As much as you loathe the man, he is a viable suitor with good money and an excellent reputation, but a suitable suitor does not equate to a good man. “He’s…an interesting individual…” His jaw clenches. You’re not being open as he wants; you’re holding back…he hates that you might be hiding something. Not you per se but that damned rake Patrick. “He’s a rake,” he spits out, and you gaze at him. He’s uncharacteristically serious.

You smile. “He is,” Ambrose turns his head to you, returning your smile.

“Quite the feat to dissect the woman you are trying to woo as well.” The gentleman’s eyebrows furrow. “He did not,” you huff. “Oh, he did!” Ambrose stops in his tracks and mummers your name softly. “If you would only permit it, Allow me to court you,” You raise an eyebrow at the sudden question, “Pardon?” He continues, “That bastard doesn’t deserve you.” “And you do?” he chuckles. “No, but I’ll do everything you ask me to, then maybe one day I'll deserve you; you wish for dresses? I'll buy you the tailor and store. Money is far from an issue. Heavens, ask for the world, and I'll give you it with the stars and beyond as accessories.” He turns his whole body to you, his hands finding yours, his leather gloves causing a barrier between your soft ones.

He hates that 

“Ambrose…” 

“Please…only if you’ll allow me.”  The love-sick man entreated “But what about the other more suitable ladies? I’ve heard-” “I do not care for them,” He interrupts you. “Every second I was apart, I only longed for you. The only reason I kept my studies up was to be the perfect suitor equal to you.” He caresses your knuckles. The butterflies in your stomach flutter more after each word spills out of his mouth. Your relationship with Ambrose was vague at most. You couldn’t put your finger on it; every time you were in his presence, you had this comfort no one else could recreate. You were hesitant to put a label onto it, and maybe you feel this way because he was the only man you truly felt you could be yourself with. 

“If you wish to court me, you must’ve thought to ask my father for permission rather than myself.” 

“I could’ve,” He pauses, “But I'd rather ask you first; I need your permission. I am not marrying your father, am I? I need to hear you wish for me as much as I yearn for you,”  

You amuse the thought. Ambrose is a prick at times, his teasing relentless, but despite that, he’s charming, sincere, soothing, and protective. He’s a good man, indeed. 

“I’ll bite, My lord.” “Please do.” He smirked, masking his nervousness.

You slap his hand lightly, reprimanding him, “Let me continue, you brute…I’ll allow you to court me.” “Truly?” he exclaims, Astonished. “Truly,” You nod meekly. In a haste, he kisses your bare hands, each knuckle, each finger. “I’ve been blessed indeed,” his voice is as blissful as a child receiving a sugary dessert. You yank your hands away from him, flushed from his actions. “You dog, we are in the public,” you scold him. “I shall make it up to you in our next outing; I vow,” You swear you could see a wagging tale behind him. You sigh. 

The day went on, and by sundown, Ambrose had hired a post-chaise for the both of you despite your protests of you living just around the corner. He claimed he had ‘Earl-like duties to attend to’ and you were just on the route back either way. As a gentleman should, he dropped you off promptly; as he left in the carriage, away from your estate, you softly ran your fingers over your knuckles. A smile adorns your face. “What an oaf,” you whisper to yourself. A fond grin decorates Ambrose’s face, a few giggles even, but as euphoric this day was, he did have business to attend to. A certain lord has decided to make his lacklustre presence known, and Ambrose couldn’t celebrate until he exterminated said pest.

Gentleman’s clubs were boisterous, loud, and untrustworthy. The men here are just as vile as the feed that is fed to pigs. The soon-to-be-Earl disliked them and only engaged in them because he needed to build his reputation. He may be judgemental, but he isn’t an idiot. Others may regard him as a friend, but for him, he could care less for it. The males around him start to recognize Ambrose, yelling pleasantries, which he would return and shut down politely or…as politely as he could in his eyes. A booming voice reverberates against the wall of the finely furnished building, only belonging to the one and only Patrick Barton. Unconsciously, a scowl appears on the young man’s face. Ambrose knew more than he led on about Patrick; he heard whispers of Barton’s hobby in the mills, rigging the boxing matches that were bid on by elites and peasants alike. Word says he would pay one of the desperate participants to lose on purpose– word is bound to escape one day or another. It is not a sustainable income source. Yet another reason Lord Barton is not fit for you.

Ambrose walks towards the table where the bastard sits, narrowing his eyes.

Lord Barton and his goons recognize the lord approaching them. Barton speaks first: “Lord Howard! Is it a blue moon? What on earth might’ve convinced you to come out of that dreadful estate?” He laughs, arranging some snuff onto the mahogany to snort. “Perhaps it’s because you plan on courting his woman.” a nameless male inquires. “No, could it be? I don’t blame you, Ambrose; she is a fine woman, isn’t she? She is just in need of training,” another male said, joining in. “So does every woman in this country.” Another chuckle escapes the vulgar lord. 

Ambrose’s leather gloves wrinkle. His fist clenched to prevent him from beating the man in front of him into a pummel. He has a plan, the grey-eyed man repeats in his head. Then he forces a smile on his face. “On the contrary, I've decided to pick up a new gambling hobby; why not ask the man of the hour himself for advice? Or even a game or two.” Ambrose signals a servant and orders drinks for the table. The man in question gets up, slapping Ambrose on his back. “Atta boy, never let a woman come between men; let bygones be bygones, what a joyance plan! Come, come.” The night continues, and Patrick is as drunk as the rest of the men in the club; Ambrose, the gentleman he is, offers him to join his carriage in his words. 'Let’s start this newfound friendship off with a bang.' Cold water hits the once-drunken lord, and he awakens, gasping for air on the cold textured ground. ‘Where am I?’ he thinks, discombobulated, looking around and grasping his situation. The dark forest surrounds him, almost engulfing him; the trees blow along with the wind, and the creatures of the night rustle in the background. A voice comes from the shadows, luring him away from his racing thoughts, “Gunpowder is such a messy substance, but did you know a man invented a gun powered by air? What a time to be alive! How revolutionary!” Patrick looks at the man, most of his body consumed by the darkness of nightfall, the moon only making his grey eyes visible. 

“Ambrose, what the utter fuck-” “Don’t interrupt.” He says sternly. “As I was saying, a gun powered by air,” He continues. “A watchmaker of all things invented it; how preposterous! He eliminated gunpowder entirely and named this new gun  Windbüchse or, I know you only know English, so pardon me, I'll translate, wind gun.”  

“It’s far better than my hunting rifle; the tedious thing is quite a hassle to reload. But this wind gun can load much faster, 20 rounds a minute! Compared to the other, it is much quieter. It's a shame its range is far smaller.” The man standing pouts. “But all is well. The Austrian army decided to order thousands of supplies, and it’s fortunate I even got my hands on one.” Patrick squints, trying to distinguish Ambrose, and it finally sets in. In a forest he doesn’t know of, with a man who has a gun in his hand in the dead of night. Not just any man but a Lord known for his physical fitness and hunting expertise since he was a just a lad. 

Fuck

“If this is about your lady, Ambrose, you can have her! There’s no need to do this!” Patrick tries to reason with the love-sick lord, yet it's no use. The other man scoffs, “I’ve always detested men like you, greedy, hypocritical. Ready to jump boat when things get too tough for your liking– where is your backbone? Where is your spine? Your pride?” Ambrose circles the pain-filled man on the ground. “You never deserved to even be in her presence; you aren’t even entitled to breathe the same air as her,” He then spontaneously kicks Patrick's ribs, causing him to curl up on a ball, yelping. Ambrose looks down at the pathetic man. “But, I am a fair man, unlike you, so I'll give you a chance to run while I read you the note I have written in your writing announcing your hasty departure after news of your rigging in the mills comes to light, your writing was not hard to duplicate as well; who knew mother’s penmanship lessons would come in handy,” He chuckles.

 “Now run, monkey, while you still can.” He sets the trigger and then turns the spindle of his gun clockwise till a clicking sound can be heard, indicating he doesn’t need to turn it anymore. Ambrose opens the barrel, puts in an 8.5 mm bullet, and then shuts it. 

“I’m sure we can talk this out reasonably, money! I have money! Have it all; buy your woman something nice-” Patrick feels his thigh get warmer at first rather than the pulsing pain of a bullet shooting through his thigh that would soon follow shortly after. He screams.“To think you have the naivety to think I couldn’t fund my lover for generations on end,”

Ambrose rolls his eyes. “Scream louder; perhaps you’ll awaken a bear to save you,” yet again, he starts reloading his wind gun, faster at that, “I am not one to repeat himself nor give mercy. Run, rabbit.”

With adrenaline coursing through his body, Patrick runs…or well, attempts to. 

 Ambrose reaches into his waistcoat for the forged letter, clearing his voice to read it while his other hand holds his gun. Though his attention should be on the task at hand, he is utterly distracted by possible outing plans you would adore. Shall he go canoeing with you? Or a picnic? A carriage ride underneath the newly blooming cherry blossoms? Why not all three?  

Oh. how he longs to see you again.

Notes: I'm gonna be so honest, romance is the hardest thing to write for me. It's probably noticeable, forgive me (⇀‸↼‶) I had to do some research for this one, but it was a fun process learning more about Regency lingo and gun history. For my next full fic. I was thinking of a yandere! Cannibalistic 50's housewife, but idk….hehe…if you have any ideas send them to my inbox!! I'd like to say again THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!!! Reading all your kind words makes my little shy heart soar (o^ ^o) see you soon, my little guppies!! 

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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[starburts-addict]

Aftermath

Note: I did my own aftermath version of the Shiny Jr fic. Some details were heavily inspired by Qeirxing's fic. Because I really did like how some things played out in their fic, but mine has noticeable differences. This work isn't 100% original fanfiction material, but it was just a fun thing I decided to write. Also it isn't 100% proofread.

CW: graphic recollection of choking, paranoia, PTSD-like symptoms,, obsessive behavior, threats (on the reader's side), unhealthy coping mechanisms

How long has it been? How long has it been since you arrived at what was supposed to be a wonderful and bittersweet experience? You don't know, nor do you care. Being stuck in such a cursed place that used to be your escape from reality was terrifying. Hell, you may have physically recovered from the multitude of attacks that day, but you haven't been the same. Constantly lacking sleep due to nightmares and you being paranoid if anyone who had the balls to break into your 'home away from home' would do so. You couldn't even call it your home away from home. It felt more like a prison you decided to isolate yourself in as Grim comes and goes as he pleases. You don't get mad at him for staying indifferent to what had happened. After all, he knew what these guys were like before your arrival in this game world.

Things were okay. You just had to stay inside, make sure you only go outside at certain times to get fresh air, and remove any social apps from your phone. That includes deleting any accounts it came with. It was just Magicam, you wished you could delete the calling and messaging in your phone, but all you could do was block any calls and texts that weren't from the teachers and faculty. Honestly, it was just the Teachers and Sam. You had half a mind to block Crowley as sometimes he would call you to start attending classes with Grim. Saying that the students have been rowdier with each other. Whatever that meant.

Grim still hung out with Ace and Deuce like normal, but ever since that attack, he's been more annoyed towards them. Fucking! Not just them! He's been annoyed at the entirety of the main cast!

Not only have they been badgering him with questions about your status, but they have been sending him home with stuff for the both of you. And most uncanny of all of this, they've been nicer to grim. Which, honestly? Has been very disturbing to him. Grim was so used to the hostility he's seen that seeing their desperate and futile attempts to get you to forgive them was terrifying.

Crewel, Trein, and Sam have the major staff who have come to visit you. Vargas was too busy making sure none of the boys could come to impose on your privacy. Crewel and Trein would sometimes tell you how holing yourself in the ramshackle dorm, but you reminded them that you aren't in a world that you don't belong in and have consequently received a trauma that you should have never gotten in the first place. Sam sometimes had to mediate when things almost turned into an argument. The three of you end up apologizing to each other. The only people you would ever apologize to in this game. Crowley would sometimes come visit and even try to demand you start attending classes. Saying he just wanted things to be less hostile between the students. Every single, annoying time he did, you'd end up threatening him with your departure to the rival school, saying that they will most definitely be the better school to take care of you. You knew that was a lie. You were actually unsure if the main side cast of Royal Sword Academy were any less dangerous. If you do end up running away, you'd rather stay on the island with the NPC residents of Sage Town.

It has just been another day that you have lost track of. Grim had come back from classes just like every other day. It's not like they get weekends off, Maybe in the story, but not within the actual mechanisms of the game. Once again Grim is watching videos on the phone on the couch, and this time you watched along. Usually, you'd spend your time cleaning the rundown place or even talking to the ghosts about your life in your own world. Beyond the game. You missed a lot, but today you were bored. You didn't like having that phone from the game. It only has reminders that this isn't your world. You started to get bored with the videos. It was starting to get dark, and you were tired of having Trein and Crewel open every single library book for you and find you a way home. You were tired of waiting. So you decided that right now seemed like the right time to go to the library. You stood up and looked at Grim. "Grim, I'm going to the library, want to come with?" Grim looked at you surprised, as if you just told him something shocking, well, it might as well have been because ever since you got here you haven't really gotten beyond the Ramshackle dorm ever since that day.

"Are you sure? You avoided stepping out further than the back door." He was worried, which brought you comfort. Out of everyone in the game, you could trust Grim the most. After all, he saved you from an untimely death and apparently cleared up a misunderstanding. A deadly one. Thinking about it, you nodded at Grim and gave him a simper. "Of course. I need to help find a way home." Grim exhaled. "As your protector, I must go. Just in case you get uncomfortable." You petted him as you got up from the couch.

Walking out the front door, you hesitated to open it, but in the end, you ended up opening the door. Off in the distance towards the mailbox that seems to stand barely. You see the plethora of packages and letters they have sent you after you blocked all their numbers and had Vargas fend off anyone who dares enter. It wasn't like the headmaster would fully prevent them from coming to your doorstep. Once you made sure the coast was clear you walked towards the gate where the mailbox was. Curiosity filled you as you wanted to see what the letters held. Although you had a huge idea of what they held, which held you back. As you patted the mailbox sorta to praise it for standing like this, one of the letters fell down. You picked it up and noticed it was from Malleus. The one who almost killed you.

You wanted to rip apart, cut and leave it on the mailbox to show the others what you would start doing if they didn't quit sending you things and harassing Grim about you but against your wishes, you decided to open it up. Grim looked at you with a concerned look. "You don't have ta if you don't want to." You shook your head. "It's fine." You opened up the letter carefully, tearing the wax seal off first and then tearing the flap off. The contents disturbed you, to say the least. The letter was desperate as soon as you read the beginning. You looked at the back, and that was even more disturbing.

The back had started off as a continuation of the beginning, but when the letter was supposed to stop at one sentence of 'I'm Sorry', it continued. The sentence 'I'm Sorry' continued towards the page's bottom. You couldn't tell if it was a diary entry that he decided to mail or what. There were two things that you can deduct. Grim had severely underestimated their obsessive admiration for you, it was beyond that. There were hardly any words that could describe this beyond deplorable behavior. Without a second thought, Grim swatted the card from your hand and tossed it alongside the pile of cards and packages he made without you paying attention. Before you could do anything, he burned it all. "No more of that. Besides, you're on a mission! Don't get so distracted [First]!" Grim stated, marching his way to the library. You followed behind catching up to Grim. Feeling relieved that Grim still wanted to protect you.

Eventually, you both arrive at the Library. You were actually surprised to hear from Grim that the library is open all day and night, but you are in a game, so you ended up losing that surprise. You wandered the library trying to find a starting place to even think where you could start looking. Eventually, you and Grim decide to split up. Hoping that maybe one of us can find a good starting place. As you were walking on the other side of the library, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your paranoia was kicking in, and bad. You tried so hard to ignore it, but your feelings from being chased came back and you turned around.

To your horror, it was Malleus. He was about to approach you and you just stared at him. You couldn't move. The feeling of your throat being squeezed and the feeling of blood trickling down your throat, the pressure of the nails, and the feeling of air under your feet as you dangle up in the air all come rushing back as you hold back the urge to hold your throat. You didn't want to insult the dragon prince and face his wrath again. It was quite terrifying the first time, it will be the second time.

You couldn't squeak out anything, you seemed like a deer in headlights, but when you were about to open your mouth, Malleus spoke."How have you been?" He uttered. He seemed to be walking on a minefield, making sure that what he does is correct to not set off anything. You wanted to sneer at him for even asking that stupid question. You wanted to respond by saying, you clearly weren't doing well if they haven't seen them in a long time, but you advised yourself against it. "Okay, I guess." Malleus clearly wanted to rebuttal but didn't. "Have you received our cards, me and the others have noticed you haven't gotten the mail every time we drop something off." You almost physically cringed when he brought that up. You remember the card of his you read and how truly disturbing it was, but you don't bring it up. "I don't really leave Ramshackle itself." You shrugged. "I just saw the letters today, I'll read them when I get back." You said. It was a lie, of course. Grim had burned everything to a crisp after seeing you look terrified again. You couldn't tell him that though, you don't know what would happen to Grim if he found out.

There was a pause of silence. Both of you glanced away from each other to avoid awkward staring. It was annoying to you how Malleus so far has been pretending as if he didn't almost kill you. That was until Malleus spoke. "I really want you to know how sorry we are for hurting you. How sorry I am for hurting you and causing physical pain." To you, he looked absolutely pathetic for even trying to apologize. You wanted to humiliate Malleus for almost killing you, but you held back. That would make you as bad as the main cast. "… Don't worry about it. Just drop it." You ended up insisting. The fae prince seemed saddened by your response but didn't say anything. After all, he isn't the type to beg from what you gathered from his character when you played the game in the comfort of your room.

More silence ensued, but instead of Malleus breaking the silence, you did. "What brings you to the library?" Malleus seemed surprised that you asked him something about him, even if it was to ask about the purpose of his arrival. Just for a second, he seemed a little too happy for your taste. "I'm here on club activities, I would like to see the architecture of the library." He sounded a little too desperate. That caused you suspicion, instead of egging on, you thought it was best if you didn't.

Then you heard more voices coming in through the library, they sounded loud. Well, at least one of them did. The other one tried to shush the loud voice. You knew who they were. It sounded exactly like Silver and Sebek. "It sounds as if Silver and Sebek are here, I'll leave." You bluntly stated. Before you could turn around, you heard loud footsteps coming closer and almost at a running speed and then you heard him. "MY LO-" Sebek had cut himself off as he saw you. You recoiled at his voice, which was the loudest thing in the library. Then Silver and Grim came along. You weren't as scared of Silver as you were of Sebek and Malleus, but you were terrified of him nonetheless. You took a small step back and Grim took the initiative to stand in front of you just in case.

You were surprised to see Sebek kneel in front of you. Before Silver could say anything to prevent him from saying anything, Sebek yelled his apology. "Player, please forgive me for my insolence! Punish me as you see fit!" Malleus was left stunned and Silver grabbed Sebek and pulled him up and covered his mouth. It seemed out of character to you, Silver isn't really the type to get physical unless he has to. Grim was stunned at Sebek, dumbfounded even. The sleepy knight turned to Malleus and tried to hold himself back from scolding his lord. "My Lord, please stop trying to run off like that. We're lucky that Sebek has a good eye and saw where you ran off to." Malleus cringed when he said that. You looked at Malleus suspiciously. "I thought you said you were here for club activities." Silver looked at you and Malleus, he seemed to have had the color of his face drained as he still held Sebek who sounded muffled and tried to shake Silver off. Malleus couldn't even look you in the eye and turned his head in shame.

Grim shook his head in disappointment. "You guys keep making things worse for yourselves." You looked at Grim and then at the three Diasomnia members before speaking. "We'll take our leave, let's go Grim." You walked off towards the end of the row of books to avoid going through the three men who tried to bring harm to you once. Grim followed behind you and three other men seemed like they wanted to protest your departure, but they walked in the opposite direction.

The way back to Ramshackle was quiet, but you were busy thinking about that interaction. Maybe it would be best if you visit the library later in the night whenever you want to do research.

[dragonflylady77]

Camboy Billy and/or Steve Harringrove Fics Masterlist

(you know the drill, they're not mine, if you want any added that I missed, DM me)

Camboy Billy and Camboy Steve

Ride The Lightning by socknonny for Turbocharge College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve has an epic plan to Get Back At Daddy after his parents don't embrace his new-found bisexuality. An epic, epic plan, inspired by his favorite camboy. There's no way this can go wrong.

Camboy Billy

Not Your Prince (But I’m Your Pretty Boy) by ImNeitherNor for thebilliamhargrove  College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES “Not desperate,” he told himself, staring at the page while heat crawled up his chest and neck. “So not desperate.” Which was a lie because he was getting a membership just to comment and view more videos of the guy with the pierced dick. He licked his lips and tapped his thumbs on the space bar, deleted it, and almost hit his forehead against his desk. It was a username. Why did it matter so fucking much? Christ.

Love Is A Sickness (And Lust Is Absolute Madness) by StevesKhakis (orphan_account) Steve snaps a pic with his hand around his dick, angling the camera so that the stream is visible in the back. He can’t help but stroke a few times before sending it, wishing he had the balls to just put his webcam to good use so SuckMeDead could see him in all of his wet, messy, horny glory. Realistically though, he knows that full-on cybersex isn’t something he’s ready for, not until— Not until he’s made sure this camboy isn’t Billy Hargrove.

Sticky Side Up by Ribellione  College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve's roommate Billy can be a bit of an asshole sometimes. Steve doesn't understand why, until his new best friend Robin and her roommate Heather figure out Billy's secret. Then it all finally clicks for Steve.

Virgin Territory by @jellyfishloveletterghosts College AU - THEY WERE ROOMMATES Steve accidently admits to knowing about Billy's cam work, things go a lot better than he ever thought they would.

Camboy Steve

Ardent Attention by @edith-moonshadow  A/B/O After being kicked out by his family for being an Omega Steve earns a living as a cam model.

On air! by Aspen_munson (short fic)

Dionysus by @edith-moonshadow for @jellyfishloveletterghosts A/B/O After presenting as an Omega Steve is forced to leave home and moves to New York to get a fresh start. However, he struggles to make enough money to live on as a single Omega until he meets Brittany who introduces him to a special website called Dionysus where Alphas will pay good money for an Omegas time.

December To New Years by @jellyfishloveletterghosts Camboy Steve and his budding relationship with Billy.

never gets old by brawls (brawlite), @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger & [podfic] by limescale Falling in love with a cam boy named KingSteve isn't the smartest thing Billy Hargrove has ever done, nor is it the most healthy -- but the good choice is rarely ever the fun choice, and Billy is all about living life fast and loose.

Knights to the Sundae King by @neonponders (not complete) Billy watched him for a year, give or take, surprised beyond believe that his internet locale had become a camboy's streaming channel. A year of Billy denying to himself that he liked this camboy a hell of a lot more than a regular viewer should. But the live streamer known as Scoops_Ah!y, or "Scoops," isn't a regular piece of dessert. And a year of Billy's interaction in the channel earns him a special message, directly from the host himself - the invitation to join the moderators, to get a seat behind the curtain, and maybe not be a regular viewer, after all.

[dearweirdme]

Has someone put out a bat signal for passive aggressive Tae 'fans' or something? Because some of these 'fans' are moving like haters in these asks.

Like half of the videos and shipping shit to this day is focused JK being obvious as hell about how he feels about Taehyung. The only reason we know about Taekook in the first place is because JK always wore his heart on his sleeve and made it so obvious; closing space between him and Taehyung, staring at him, the fact that he seeks out subtle touch with him more than he does with the others, his protectiveness over Tae, the fact that Tae gets away with anything, JK can't say no to him etc

Now all of a sudden, JK is deep in denial? Are you all new here or something?

Now Taehyung is baiting shippers when in chapter 1, you were all pissed at him for, according to you lot, not doing enough while JK was, according to you guys, doing all the heavy lifting and Tae was being dismissive and too social, driving JK mad with jealousy because he wasn't centering him enough?

Pick a narrative, already 🙄

None of you are as smooth as you think you are and we're not as dumb as you seem to think we are either. We all know what anti, solo and alt shipper rhetoric sounds and looks like so stop wasting your own time and at least be upfront about it rather than pretending you're a fan.

And if you are a fan or at least like to think you are;

Have any of you considered the fact that Taehyung has openly spoken about being depressed for a while until recently so maybe he wasn't in the mood to be making videos with friends that only act as platforms for 'fans' investigating his every move and motive like you're getting paid for it. Maybe they've had more time to meet up with other now that it's only Tae (and not the group's) schedule to be accounted for? Maybe they're working on something together? Maybe their friendship has gotten deeper and they're hanging out more lately?

But you'd rather choose to question Tae's integrity first? 🤨

Leave him alone, already 🙄 He literally cannot breathe, blink or fuckin burp without his own 'fans' questioning him, picking apart his intentions and implying shit about him with no damn basis for it---people were just here the other day questioning his friendship with Jimin, for lords sake. Making him out to be complicit in some big company lie about how close they are and implying that he was actively lying to fans about their relationship.

But none of you guys are piping up when it comes to other members, are you? None of you are here talking about Jimin's motivations for supporting his group or any other members motivations or how about JK's motivations for even addressing questions about Tae that he could easily ignore if he wants to? JK is out there playing Slow Dancing, smooth moving to it and singing along word for word. He's choosing to answer questions about Taehyung and you're all like 'Aww'

Why isn't that ship baiting?

Is there an outcry of ship baiting when any other member interacts in the same way with each other?

No, because you take that at face value and know it's just friends being friends (or a supportive boyfriend) and it's nothing shady because damn, as if any member of BTS even needs to be pulling rookie tricks for more attention 🤨 You really think they don't get enough?

You really think they've gotta mine TikTok for fan attention?

It only seems to a problem when it's Taehyung for (so you say) Taehyung fans 🤨

And if you're legit considering yourself a Taehyung fan and you're still here pulling this bullshit and implying that he's an attention seeking liar and a user then why are you even a fan in the first place?

Get a clue, get a whole life and leave Taehyung out of it. The pressure you put on that man to justify and explain every... single...thing he does to meet standards YOU put on him is ridiculous and top tier entitlement.

He's allowed to keep his relationships secret. He's allowed to publicise them too. He's allowed to have friends and he's allowed to hang out with them. Hes allowed to have a whole life and social circle outside of JK (just like you all seem to allow JK to have without writing soap opera fanfic)

---and his own fans should respect that without getting triggered just because you're not getting Taekook content and landing on him being a terrible person whose relationship all have ulterior motives to them because of it.

And his haters, you can go touch water, feet first.

Anon doing my ranting for me! 👏🏻

[mrs-monaghan]

I'm a jikooker and I'm done with the narrative change few bloggers here are doing remarks bday because somehow Jimin couldn't meet JK on his bday and they don't wanna accept that.

bc nowhere has jm or jk said that "jm didn't see jk" anon...

jk said he was going to be very busy, jm said he called jk on Aug 31st and jk was busy and he hopes jk maintains his health, jm said for fans to wish jk happy birthday

said JK was busy ON THE day of his bday and Mingyu may have met him at company..now that JK already confirmed he didn't went to work and was lying all day, they are changing their narrative to JK being busy on 31st, which he was and Mingyu went to meet him at home.

bc the boy (jk) did a nine minute long live just to go lie down all day??

also as it has been said many times, jk said he was going to busy, so that's not a crazy assumption to make, mingyu works at hybe (seventeen) so that was an option for them to see eo

also changing/correcting your opinion after coming across new information isn't inherently wrong, it's normal lol

we knew nothing about what jk did on his actual birthday, now we know he at least was lying down for most of it

In both cases according to what Jimin said its crystal clear he didn't saw JK on his bday and WHY ARE WE NOT ACCEPTING IT ???? ok, he used to meet JK for all his previous bdays and ? Does that make Jimin not meeting JK for his 2023 bdah impossible? NOPE.

no it's not??

it's a little confusing if before no matter how far away or busy jm was, he saw jk on his (jk's) birthday

getting mad a people bc (1) we don't have all the facts and people are making assumptions or spreading lies (2) we're adjusting to a possible first time for jm and jk, is actually insane anon...

If he saw JK he would've said i saw him yesterday/today (LIKE HE SAID HE COULDN'T MEET JOON FOR HIS LAST BDAY SO HE DOESNT HAVE ANY PROBLEM IN SHARING WHETHER HE MET OR DIDNT MET MEMBERS FOR THEIR BDAYS).

"like he said he couldn't meet nj" exactly, jm didn't say sh*t about whether he saw jk or not on the day of jk's birthday

and he has no problem saying if he didn't so...

But that didn't happened, He spoke to JK on 31st night and that's it, accept it already.

that's not it... tf are you actually talking about??

Now if one day JK come live and say he didn't saw Jimin, then what ? Will they change their narratives again????

well yes... we'll have all the information and one of jkk would have actually said "jm did not see jk on jk's birthday" for the first time

Can I ask why tf this is so important?

(1) it's doesn't make sense (a first, both in skr, lying down all day)

(2) debunking lies (jm never said he didn't meet jk)

I haven't seen Jkkrs being this invested in what JK does for Jimin's bday.

why are you lying???

(1) before jk posted the iconic "it's not over yet" selca before tokyo, jkkrs were being downright vile to jk... and when jm posted his tokyo vlogs and jk hadn't posted gcft, jkkrs were acting like jk didn't have fun on the trip and only jm cares in their relationship

(2) bts were in amsterdam on tour (2018) and jk hadn't yet posted for jm's bday, jm's birthday ended in SOUTH KOREA but it was STILL JM'S BDAY WHERE BTS WERE and jkkrs were being weird as hell to jk, then jk did post on jm's birthday in the time zone they were in

(3) jk didn't post for jm and was crucified, not only by jkkrs but army

(4) before the thirst trap video dropped, jkkrs were once again being weird to jk, joking about dropping him and jikook bc hobi was spamming about jm

Some years he didn't even wished jimin on sm let alone seeing or giving him gifts..so why is it only Jimin held to a high standards?

jk was attacked so many times for that... tf are you talking about?

Please stop this clownery when we don't have any evidence in Jimin meeting JK on 1st. If anything, as of now it seems like all Jimin did was to call JK on 31st. And that's OK

no it doesn't??

y'all making snap judgements either way is weird, just wait if you are doubtful, bc this is verging on calling jm and/or jk a liar

Louder anon, for those haters in the back!

[dalesramblingsblog]

Not gonna lie, maybe this is supremely petty of me (it is), but as someone who is the very embodiment of a casual gamer and can name vastly more video games than he has ever actually played, the backlash to the Minecraft movie trailer is perversely satisfying to me, because... yeah no shit, of course this was what Hollywood was always going to turn out.

Like did you really think that a video game movie languished in development hell for a decade because they were just sitting on an absolute gold mine of an idea, and not that they had consistently and singularly failed to get any idea off the ground? Then again, the Mario movie was supposedly going to be the absolute worst thing in history because Chris Pratt, only to have the discourse completely shift to how wrong the evil/woke critics were to think the Italian plumber kids' movie wasn't the single defining moment of twenty-first century cinema.

So y'know, capital G gamers are both fickle and whiny. Shocking information. See you all in a few months when a clip referencing the Yogscast or some shit goes viral and everyone decides that you're not allowed to bad-mouth it without being shot in the back of the head and dumped on the I-405.

sidebar to get ahead of this before some smart-arse points it out: "oh you're just mad 'cause they called out critics"

uh yeah actually i do kinda take issue with hordes of people spouting borderline anti-intellectual rhetoric about how the thing i do for a pseudo-living is empty and meaningless. it's just like the widespread "haha what if the author just wanted to make le curtains le blue" snickering. like yeah am i expecting everyone to deep dive into the relationship between auteurism and profit under the capitalist studio system in order to analyse a random book trilogy? no of course not, i fully understand that i'm just very mentally ill and probably have an outsized grasp of my own writing abilities.

but looking down your nose at people who choose to think about media in that way is indicative of nothing more than your own staggering lack of curiosity, and it's a pretty good answer for how you get to a declaration that the people of the uk have had enough of experts, or a world in which there's a real possibility that americans are somehow going to look at the events of 2017 to 2021 and say "more of that please" come november.

so no, don't expect me to coddle your desire to retreat from the world back into your fond childhood memories just for the sake of it. that's not a critic's job.

[thelyingjoke]

hello mx bow today i cannot stop thinking about the motive video watchparty _(:」∠)_ it started w/ me thinking about how sad it is that gonta *agreed* to help kokichi show everyone the motive videos, and then kokichi lost his trust because he chose to lie abt everyone hating bugs *on top* of that...sir please stop self destructing all your personal relationships bc of your paranoia it hurts my feelings :[

but then i couldn't stop thinking about the plan WORKING nd how that would change the entire trajectory of the story...obv ryoma and kirumi would get A Lot of attention from the group but (unsurprisingly) i can't stop thinkin abt how it would affect kokichi...being outed as a pacifist w/ a small organization that just does silly hijinks would crush most of the villain plan. and he was *willing* to do that!! i don't remember where i was going with this. wah. kokichi being more integrated into the group is spinning in my head at all times forever.

SOSOSOSOOOOOO REAL

the plan working would lead to so many changes……..i love kokichi working in the main group scenarios it gets my brain going. especially with this scenario because it’s not just his word they’re relying on, they have more evidence that they can actually trust him!!! think how the group dynamics would change!!!!!! they’d still think he was annoying (he is) but they’d actually know he wouldn’t mean any harm. he can’t play himself up as a villain anymore and he’s fine with that because now he knows this current plan (the nicer plan) is working! not to mention ryoma & kirumi would be able to get the support they need. it’s not likely kirumi would try to kill again any time soon because at this point she’d be too obvious and hopefully everyone would convince her out of it

something interesting as well, i think, would be how everyone sees maki. how would people react to learning her talent from her video while also knowing kokichi is someone they can trust? would they distrust her more than canon? would some people sympathize with her, given that her orphanage was likely in her video, or would everyone focus on the assassin part? it also of course depends on how much of the situation the video gives away, if her being an assassin is even mentioned to be because of her worry for her orphanage in it at all. people were already a little wary of her in canon, after deciding to believe in her during the trial and her talent being revealed by a guy not many of them are fond of, and it makes me wonder what would have changed in these circumstances

it’s also funny to me to think about how MAD tsumugi would be at this. what the hell! this little shit foiled her heartwrenching murder of the chapter!! she came up with such good motives too!!! she can’t even try to villainize him later. what the fuck you were supposed to be the antagonist who fits with the season’s themes asshole we gave you a whole rivalry with kaito and everything stop breaking the script. she can’t just let everything stop before the chapter 2 murder! she’s definitely going to try her darndest to get people to kill. and given the new information about him, it may be hard to try and get someone to kill kokichi as much as it would be convenient for her. someone would probably eventually kill though, it’s important for the ratings, but also can you imagine how crushing that’d be

kokichi went and had the PERFECT plan that was working! he even showed himself to be trustworthy!! he gave up his villain plan for this!!! and then someone went and killed anyway. dude. Why Did They Do That. IT WOULD BE SO PAINFUL !! ohand imagine . he’s gained the trust of the group but then his trust towards them starts to be broken even more from this. he already had trust issues before but now it seems like they’re being confirmed. his nice peaceful plan only prevented one murder just for another to happen??? did he throw away the mastermind plan for nothing? he still believed there was a mastermind, and it seems even more definite now that someone in their group is working against them. he just doesn’t know who. in his mind it even further confirms his idea that cooperation will be punished. oughhh……… this scenario is so full of opportunities for both kokichi fluff & angst i am consuming it so hard even though it’s only mere crumbs i made up in my head

SPEAKING OF TRUST ISSUESSSSSSSS i am so with you on the gonta bit. stop it dude DON’T TELL A NEEDLESS LIE THAT WILL ONLY ALIENATE YOUR CLOSEST ALLY IN THE END. YOU ARE KILLING ME. although i also wonder if maybe it has something to do with the way he grows increasingly frustrated at gonta over the course of those 3 strategy meeting pre-fte dialogues! in the first one, if you invite kokichi, he’s hesitant about it before he receives the OK from gonta, while if you invite gonta, he’s very polite about letting gonta hang out with shuichi and saying they can meet later. in the second one, inviting kokichi has him expressing hesitance since he’s with gonta again—however, when you invite gonta, he gets more aggressive and goes “i get it, i’m not wanted!” after gonta mentions he’d been falling asleep. by the third one, kokichi doesn’t hesitate to hang out at all, and just says he’s got a plan, and inviting gonta has him go “i don’t mind, take him off my hands”. to me it seems like he was trying to explain everything, but gonta found it hard to follow—hard-to-follow things make gonta fall asleep, and kokichi took that the same as gonta calling him boring, which he hates. if you invite gonta the second time it merely comes out earlier, and kokichi probably notices it later if you decide to invite him instead, which irritates him. he gets tired of trying to explain it and decides lying to him would be easier, which is the plan he figures out by that third event. maybe a combination of all that and his paranoia made him do that? idk i’m just kinda spitballing ideas here . i’m very not normal about motive video watchparty !

[ask-a-bot]

I don’t know if this has been asked before but what’s your favorite song/genre. Both earth and cybertroian if you have one that is

-🌑💫

I like Behind Blue Eyes by The Who. I think it's about me. I've got blue optics. I never had red ones. That was just a way to make me look evil and scary in the original cartoon (like I even need to look scary! Ha! You humans are fragging weird) – my optics were always blue. And I do lie a lot and I'm not good at keeping my cool and... it's me, isn't it? The bad guy.

Oh, Starscream. May I put an arm around you?

I suppose.

I like the song How Many Friends that you showed me. I feel so good right now. A handsome boy tells me how much I changed his past. He buys me a drinkie but I think he really just likes my aft. How many friends have I really got? You can count them on the one hand.

You really listened to it! I didn't think you even liked The Who!

You were right. It is a good song. Their songs are so well written, even if they are a little too noisy for my taste. I like the words.

I thought you would! You might like Madness too. They're surprisingly poetic. Oh! And there's an Elton John song you might like, called Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. That one's good!

One at a time, Starscream. Time and patience.

That reminds me! You need to try out The Divine Comedy, too.

Are there any bands you don't know and like, Star?

I know ABBA, but I don't like them much. I find the music too... bouncy. I don't like The Beach Boys much, either.

Oh. I like The Beach Boys! Does that mean I'd like ABBA too?

Maybe. I don't know. You like most music, so you probably would like them. At least a song or two, probably.

I like most music, too! Earth music is pretty cool. I like Highway To Hell! Woohoo! And Bohemian Like You. And the Woohoo song by Blur that says something about jumbo jets not being easy.

I like Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys. That's a good song. And I like Meatloaf. We were racing! We were soldiers of fortune! We got in trouble but we sure got around!

Bumblebee! I'm not sure how I feel about you listening to that.

Why? It's a great song!

I liked the song that got sent in a while back. The video was weird, but the song was good.

Get Some Scars by Lux Lisbon. Yes. It is about how simply living our lives is constantly shaping us. It is by our experiences that we become who we are and can tell each other apart. When we are older, we should meet up and show the scars we got when we were young. Or... something like that.

While we're young, yeah, let's go out and get some scars... we'll wear them to tell us apart.

That's the one!

I think I like The Beatles best. Here Comes The Sun, The Blackbird, Hey Jude...

Maxwell's Silver Hammer!

Oh, you would like that one.

Back in school again, Maxwell plays the fool again, Teacher gets annoyed. Wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene, she tells Max to stay when the class has gone away, so he waits behind, writing 50 times "I must not be so..." But when she turns her back on the boy he creeps up from behind. Bang, bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came down on her head! Bang, bang! Maxwell's silver hammer made sure she was dead!

Yeah, but he got caught and came to a sticky end.

He killed the judge!

Maybe, but it was in a court room. With witnesses. Even the people who – very stupidly – said he should go free wouldn't be able to defend him after that! Next time, he'll be secured better and get his sentence. It won't be good.

He's just a school kid! He should go free!

Star. Being a kid isn't an excuse for killing people. It just isn't a thing you should do. It's wrong, OK? He killed his teacher for trying to discipline him. He killed a girl who he was supposed to be taking to the pictures (British word for movies, I'm guessing) and he killed a judge for... well... like the teacher, for doing his job. Each time, he's a little more... more... I don't know... he seems to care less each time about being seen or getting caught.

It's just a song! I like it – it's exciting! I want a hammer!

There is no way I'm getting you a hammer. Silver or otherwise.

What about a yellowhammer? It doesn't go bang, it sings. It says "devil don't you touch me" in Scotland and "little bit of bread and no cheese" in England.

I don't think we're allowed to buy or sell native songbirds here either.

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 2

Rindou sits me onto his lap after sitting in the passenger seat while Ran gets into the drives side and started the car, I watch the scenery roll by while Rindou and Ran started talking.

"You should have talked to me before suddenly pulling me along!?! Are you even ready to commit and have what it takes to raise a child!?! Hell, what's Mikey going to say!?!" Rindou basically yelled at his brother.

"Baby brother, you know how I am. I'm a family man even with my hands stained and plus I have already talked to Mikey about him, he's completely fine with it and he even encourage me to get him which surprised me so don't get mad about it?" Ran ruffed my hair causing Rindou to roll his eyes at his brother before I lean against Rindou's chest and pull his phone out of his pocket to pass the time.

"The only reason I'm mad at you is that you didn't tell after finding out but instead let a child services worker did it and what about the other executives?" Rindou hissed through his teeth at the thought of the others hurting his sweet nephew, already attached with what little time he spend with him.

"You know the others won't hurt him without a bullet in their head from me and a beating from Mikey plus the only person we need to keep an eye on is the Bubblegum bitch." Ran turns the wheel once the stop light turns green again while I give Rindou's suite sleeve a pull to get his attention and show that his phone is locked which he unlock for me, I go to the tabs and click the one I was watching CSI on.

"Look." Not caring that I'm interrupting their conversation by showing Ran Rindou's phone screen that has the beginning of a CSI episode on it which he give a glance at before asking what it is which Rindou answers for me.

"It's a American crime show called CSI." Ran brows frown together as he ask what kid my age is watching a show like that which Rindou answered that he doesn't know.

"Mama ow in er woom to rink happy juice so I wat tv but me lowv the shows." I said before putting the pacifier back in my mouth.

"She left you alone?" Ran asked which I nod and hummed.

"Yeah fter daycare veryday." They didn't like that but why lie when they will find out anyway so I turn my attention back to the phone and un-paused the video. Whining when Rindou takes his phone back form me in the middle of an episode and see that Ran had already parked the car in the driveway of a large Manor when Rindou step out of the car with me in his arms before handing me over to Ran, once settled into his arms I lay my head on his shoulder as Ran hands over the car keys to security man before strolling into the Manor. I wiggled in his hold to turn myself around to see that we have walked into a large living room but froze when I see the figure sitting on a couch, I ignored it when Rindou phone rings which he answered and once done he whispered something to Ran before walking off somewhere. Ran takes a seat on the opposite couch and moved me into his lap but my eyes are stuck on the man, he looks up from his laptop to see me staring which I give him a smile around my pacifier before carefully maneuver myself off Ran's lap to standing on the floor.

'If he's here then it's not the Bonten timeline but after the last battle, so that means that the other three are here too.'

"Looks like he found something interesting." The familiar man has black hair with blonde highlights while circular glasses covers his yellow or golden eyes with a devilish smirk on his lips but what really caught my attention are the recognizable tattoos on the back of his hands. Ran watched us carefully as I make my way over to the taller man until I'm standing next to his leg and slowly reaches out to grab one of his long fingers to pull his hand towards me to get a better look at the tattoo, I was going to place my pacifier on the coffee table but Ran hold his hand out asking for it so I gave it to him.

"Mr. Death" I stare straight into Hanma's eyes when I said it causing him to froze and me to laugh at his reaction.

"Someone thinks they're funny." He grin gets wider as he places the laptop on the coffee table before picking me up to lay me down in the couch on my back and started tickling me causing me to screech in laughter.

"Mr.Death... pwease stop......Papa sop.... him pwease." I somehow got the words out between squeals and pants, Ran stops him with a dangers glint in his eyes which he holds his hands up at and back off. Giggling I sit up with a large smile on my face and sit against his side before pointing at his laptop.

"CSI, pwease." I asked him causing him to glance at Ran for an exclamation which he gives but Ran refuse me making to give a whine before Hanma's phone pinged with a message.

"Meeting, all executives." Hanma hands me over to Ran after standing up which he pops my pacifier back into my mouth as we move on to a different part of the Manor.

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[martysgachaworld]

[Just a rambling, nothing else. Part 1]

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ MENTION OF: DR!GS, 0VERD0S3, S3XU4L HARASSMENT, S3XU4L 4BUS3, +18 THINGS. If sensitive DNI!!!

Other warning: this post is really long AND contains spoilers for the series

...ok, so. Just gonna do a rambling about a character. Probably the best one I've ever got the chance to know and see in action.

Angel Dust from the series "Hazbin Hotel".

Let's start from who he is.

This is Angel Dust, a pornstar in Hell. When he was alive, he was in an Italian mafious family. He died in 1947 due to an overdose of PCP, or how people call it, Angel Dust, the drug where he took his star name, his real name is Anthony.

As I said- he basically works as a s3x w0rker for Valentino, one of the Vees, three overlords that control different medias. Vox controls Tv medias, Velvette controls social medias, and Valentino sadly...controls the p0rn industry.

Who's Valentino?

It's this guy, that for facility I'll call Val. Oh, don't be fooled by this silly face he does here which I chose bc I didn't have better screenshots because he's an abuser and a manipulative person. Idk how, but he manipulated Angel into signing a soul contract.

Which means that Valentino literally owns Angel.

Angel's life is full of Valentino's abusive behavior, treating worse than shit and like if he was only an object for his own pleasure. Not only. He makes Angel do really, really, REALLY rough shootings for his "films", basically making people use him roughly over and over and over. I can also guess that Valentino is also bipolar, from the voicemail scene in episode 2, "Radio Killed the Video Star": one message is sweet, the next one is threatening, one is sweet, one is threatening, sweet, threatening.

Sweet, threatening.

Every day in Angel's life is full of Valentino's abuses: mental, emotional, physical...and also s3xual, making Angel's afterlife...a REAL Hell. For forget everything, he uses drugs to destroy himself...but not just for that.

Luckily he has his friends at the Hazbin Hotel, who want to help him a lot...especially him,

Husk

Who's Husk?

He's this guy here, the hotel's bartender, an ex-overlord who's soul is owned by Alastor. At first him and Angel are mostly frenemies, Angel annoys Husk and he gets mad...but in episode 4, everything changes. Hearing and listening to Angel opening up, he changes and softens up, offering himself to help Angel and to listen to him.

Now that I summarized the whole situation in the series, I can talk about the feelings and the scenes that hit me the most of this character.

Episode 2: Radio Killed the Video Star

"Oh!- uh- nothing- my boss, Val, he's freaked out about the news too"

Charlie saw the message from Val that arrived on Angel's phone. Angel said that lie for hide the abuse he suffers everyday from Charlie.

"You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change...I'll see you soon, baby"

Angel just lets himself surrender at Val's abusive behavior and Val's smoke that gets out of the phone, giving up and letting himself go in the smoke, surrendering at the abuse.

Episode 4: Masquerade

This scene was taken from a movies of his, he wasn't pretending here. He was seriously scared and panicking, he putted his mask on when that other guy appeared in the scene.

"Val...I didn't know anything"

The way he immediately started to explain everything before he gets hit by Valentino just talks itself

"When I say you better get that fucking CUNT...OUT OF MY STUDIO...you say?"

The look in his eyes when Val touched his cheek is just screaming "Help me, I'm scared"

"Now, you're gonna go get rid of her, and then you're filming all night! Get me?!"

This is a mix of feelings: fear, despair...but also rage and hate.

"...yes, Val"

The fear in his eyes and his voice...poor baby...

This was a part one for this analysis of Angel Dust's character and scenes because I don't have enough space for other frames, sorry- but! I'll do a part two of this :)

For now I hope you enjoyed reading this-

[the-fiction-witch]

Ice Cold

Media Love Actually Age Up

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet + Sad

Concept Second thoughts

I grabbed my case from the taxi jumping out onto the street, I paid and thanked him before I hurried myself inside the tall hotel, I passed the desk without a word and went to the lift pressing the button for the required floor. Once it stopped I got out and headed down the corridor until I found the door I'd been looking for knocking a good few times. I waited a little while before knocking again and on the second round the door opened.

He was leaning on the door, eyes barely open, hair a mess, wearing a old band tee and his blue shorts. 

"Y/n!" He smiled excitedly pulling me into the tightest hug and dragging me inside the hotel room "ummmm my second favorite girl in the whole wide world" 

"My god Sam how hungover are you?" 

"I'm not hungover" he says heading into the room and I was taken back by the utter madness of the once cute hotel room now a messy upturned hell hole "if anything… I'm kinda, still drunk" he says taking a beer from the table 

"Have housekeeping been by?"

"No,"

"Oh thank god. I don't want to even imagine the meltdown if Joanna got the bill for all this"

"It's my wedding to you know" he pouts collapsing on the sofa 

"Okay," I smiled setting my things down going over and wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders "come on, what's going on in that blonde noggin?" 

"Im getting married tomorrow"

"Yes you are. It's perfectly natural to get cold feet Sam. Especially given your kinda drunk" 

"Just…it's nothing"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, come on we have stuff to do" 

"Alright" I went and grabbed my case and began working, I had been best friends with Sam for forever really, since we were tiny little kids mostly thought the school band where of course he plaid drums and I plaid piano so we often were stuck up the back next to each other on the large unmovable bits of equipment we became very fast friends and had been close forever, I even had a crush on him at one point but he had always been head over heels for Joanna for as long as I could remember and after reconnecting a few months ago they were getting married. It had all been a bit rushed but it was still really sweet. Even if Joanna had been a bit controlling of things, kinda bridezilla is not gonna lie. But the wedding was on a tight budget so to minimize costs the girls were doing there own hair and make up all of them being very skilled in such things and as I did a lot of hair and make up stuff for my photography job she asked if I could be incharge of making the boys look presentable which of course I agreed. So I was here today to prep the room and do a base sort of Sam ready to do him and his groomsmen tomorrow morning. 

"You excited?" I asked as I sat working in his nails 

"Course. Just… nervy is all"

"It's your wedding Sam it's fine to be nervous" I laughed "I take it the bachelor party was fun?" I asked glancing are the hotel room

"Ah. No. you know the rules. No penis no info. Bachelor party for boys only"

"Sam, I'm basically a boy."

"You don't have a penis"

"I have one in my bag then can I qualify?" 

"What Joanna ask you to check up on me?"

"No, I'm just curious"

"It was fun. I had a good time"

"That's good, that's the whole point"

"There weren't strippers."

"Ohh?"

"She'll ask you. I know she will. She was very clear about it"

"Okay, no strippers" I laughed "but…?"

"But?"

"But?"

"No. There wasn't. We most just got really really drunk and plaid video games"

"Awww sounds lovely. So long as you had fun" 

"Oww" he complained

"Ohh don't be a baby Sammy. If you took care of your hands and nails I wouldn't have to put so much work in"

"I don't think I need all this honestly. Just like a brush through my hair tomorrow seems like enough" he says 

"It's your wedding Sam she wants you to look nice for all your pictures and things,"

"What wedding photo is gonna show my nails?"

"I don't know… shot of the wedding rings?"

"Good point"

"plus I wouldn't wanna be holding hands with these callus meat claws for an hour in this state, you need lotion. And to clean all the dirt out" 

"That's fair. Plus it makes her happy to think I did it all"

"Exactly. Anything to make her less angry right now"

"Tell me about it" he sighed "still. It's nice just getting the time to hang with you"

"Yeah it's nice to just be with you too Sam" I smiled we continued in doing various things all to prep him for the wedding tomorrow I made sure his suit was all together and steamed, his hands sorted, his shoes shined, his hang over slowly being cured ready for a six am start tomorrow. he currently sat on his third hangover cure smoothie being misted by the little Steam machine in the middle of the skincare treatment I had done for him to clean his skin up for tomorrow 

"Why is this on such a budget?"

"Joanna doesn't like spending alot of money"

"I guess. Maybe stuff wouldn't be so pricey if you waited a little longer"

"I know but she wants it all over with so we can get on with life you know"

"No other reason?" I asked 

"...no. at least she hasn't told me if there is" he explained finishing up his face and we got sat down watching TV with a drink and some pizza

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I a bad person."

"For what?' 

"For second guessing? The night before my wedding? Shouldn't I be giddy and happy and barely able to contain my excitement and yet… I'm not. Is that bad?"

"No sam, it's fine everyone gets nervous, has second thoughts it's a big thing. It's okay your not a bad person for having doubts" 

"I don't know, everyone says cold feet is normal but… this is like ice cold."

"Do you love Joanna?"

"Yes"

"Do you wanna be her?"

"Yes"

"Do you wanna grow old and have bouncy little babies with her?"

"Yeah"

"Then you're fine." 

"Thanks y/n. I'm happy I'm here with you. Out of everyone"

"Really?"

"Of course you're my best friend." He says "I worry I won't really get to see you much after this"

"We'll still see each other"

"Joanna doesn't like you."

"... I mean. I kinda assumed that"

"Like really really doesn't like you. I had to fight to have you asked to do this for me. She didn't even want you to be invited"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. She really doesn't like you" 

"I mean I thought she kinda wasn't a fan. Kinda sounds like she hates me"

"I did have to tell her a little white lie"

"Oh?"

"She didn't want you to stay here tonight. So she thinks you got another room."

"Ooooh your gonna be in trouble"

"I wasn't exactly planning on telling her. She already doesn't like you. She's stressed just… not tell her"

"Alright, our little secret."

"Our little secret" he smiled as we finished up our food "can I tell you a secret?"

"Go for it Sam" 

"I used to have a crush on you" 

I choked on my drink a little"what?"

"I did. When Joanna left again. I couldn't help thinking how much I liked you and I thought about asking you out, alot. All the way till I met up with Joanna again "

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's really sweet Sam. You wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah"

"I had a crush on you too"

"You did?"

"Yeah I kinda just assumed you were always just to love sick over Joanna to pay me any attention" 

"So all that time you and I could have?"

"We could. Another life I suppose"

"Yeah… another life"

"Come on let's get to bed early start tomorrow"

"Yeah you okay on the single?"

"I'll be fine. Sleep tight Sam"

"You too y/n" 

I woke to my alarm and immediate got to work setting up a station at the vanity Sam took a little while longer but eventually forced himself up "good morning Mr groom"

"Oh my god. I am… so hung over."

"Hang over smoothie?" 

"God yes. I'm gonna… go and sit in the shower a while"

"Sit in the shower?" I laughed pouring him another hangover smoothie as I had already made a batch ready for this morning

"Yeah in just gonna sit in the bottom and just kinda… exist." He says taking the drink

"Alright, don't be too long the boys will be here soon" I told him as he headed to the bathroom for his shower, soon enough one by one groomsmen arrived all of whom I knew of course, I did hair and some minimal photo ready makeup all while the guys laughed and joked getting themselves ready for the wedding. I was getting a little worried Sam had been in the bathroom all morning and it had gotten to the point now we had to get him out or we'd be late. 

"Sam? You okay?" I asked tapping on the door 

"Yeah, sorry I'm just I'm kinda struggling"

"Sam it's okay to be nervous, just come on out okay and we'll get you sorted" 

The door opened a tiny bit and he grabbed my arm pulling me in the bathroom

"Whoa! What the heck Sam" I complained as he relocked the door 

"Im sorry I'm sorry I just -"

"Sam. Tell me. What is going on?" I asked as I really looked at him dressed into clean PJ's from his shower his hair still wet tears staining his face

"I… I don't know if I can do this"

"What?"

"I know everyone's worked so hard. And we've put so much money and time but I just… I don't know if I can do it."

"Why not?"

"... because. Look I've been up all night, I couldn't sleep after last night. I feel awful I should be happy and excited I should have been too excited to sleep thinking about my wedding but - all I thought about all night. Was you. I spend all night tossing and turning thinking about what might have been." He says 

"Sam, that's sweet but it's your wedding today"

"I know I know. But I can't help it. I'm so sorry I don't mean to put you in a situation like this I just… I didn't realize that my feelings never really went away"

"Aww Sam. I don't think mine did either. But you're engaged to Joanna and you're marrying her today. We just have to move on and try not to think about the other life"

"The life we could have had. Together."

"Exactly. Come on or we'll be late" I told him going to unlock the door but he stopped me 

"Y/n wait" he says pulling my arm close and before I could say a word he leant down and kissed me I blushed hard and even teared up as I felt this firework of passion inside me I'd never had a kiss like that before when we pulled away I never wanted to leave his arms and I know he didn't want me too either "fuck."

"What?"

"I really hoped that would make me feel better. I think I just made it so much worse."

"Come on let's just uhhh get you ready" quickly I left the bathroom and took a moment to compose myself he followed suit greeting his groomsmen and taking his seat I struggled a little not to tear up as I for him ready finally giving his jacket a brush and his hair a fix as the boys left to get the car "how are you feeling?"

"Conflicted."

"It'll be okay you just, have to wait. I'm sure the moment you see her in her wedding dress everything will become clear"

"Okay," he nods trying to lean in for another kiss but I stopped him

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"...I do"

"Then it's a good idea" he smiled giving my lips a final kiss softly and sweetly stroking my cheek as we kissed "I wish I'd done that years ago" 

"You should go Sam"

"Yeah. I need to go" he nods forcing himself away

I pushed my feelings down and just got on with things as usual taking my seat to watch the wedding I wanted to check up on him but I didn't want to put anymore doubt in his mind, the wedding began quickly and I noticed Sam looking at me I did my best not to look back at him when Joanna arrived she did look beautiful and Sam looked so happy to see her, I felt relieved but disappointed at the same time. It all went on as any wedding would 

"do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I don't."

Silence ran across the whole wedding as everyone sat in a moment of shock 

"Excuse me?" 

"I don't. I do not"

"Joanna? What are you talking about?" Sam asked 

"I'm sorry Sam. I didn't want to do it this way but - I can't marry you. It's not that I don't care for you, I care so much for you but we were childhood sweethearts and were not children anymore you're not the boy I fell in love with and I'm not the girl you loved either we've changed, we've grown and now… all that connects us is being childhood sweethearts. I thought it would all come back, that it would come back and be just like it was but I was being stupid. I can't marry you. You'll always be my first love, my first kiss but you can't be my husband. And… I've been seeing like for the last few months romantically" she explained oh my god I knew something was up about that, nowone goes to the gym together that much 

"You- you were cheating in me? All this time…"

"Yes, I'm sorry Sam"

"Uhhhh okay. If uhhh if you think that's best." He nods "what uhh what do we do then?"

"Well we've paid for everything might as well just have a party?"

"Yeah uhh okay. Sounds good" he nods clearly completely broken but what else do you say to that. And just like that it was over the wedding cleared out into the reception space everyone drinking and eating given everything was already there and had been booked and paid for eventually I found Sam drinking on the patio steps 

"You okay?" I asked sitting beside him

"Fine. Just got stood up at my own wedding" he says drinking some more "makes sense why she wanted a quick And cheap wedding. She wanted it over with hopes it would kick start our relationship again. When she didn't feel fireworks walking down the aisle she called it off."

"I mean, is it really a bad thing? I know it hurts but you were so conflicted about it second guessing for days. I know it hurts now but maybe it's for the best" 

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I was just being stupid. Who really marries first girl they get a crush on and expect them to actually have a healthy marriage" he says "I knew something was up with her and luke I just didn't wanna be a dick. Maybe I'd I had this whole mess could have been avoided"

"It's okay, none of us knew"

"sorry I'm just -"

"It's okay, perfectly normal to be emotional" I told him "come here" I cooed pulling him to lean on my shoulder

"Thanks y/n"

"Your welcome." I smiled kissing his head letting him whine and cry as much as he needed too "hey it's okay, come on. You wanna dance?" He shook his head "you wanna go get another drink?" He shook his head "you wanna go get some pizza and drop red wine down Joanna's white dress?" He nods "okay let's go get some pizza and drop a big glass of red wine down her dress" I smiled helping him up

"Thanks y/n"

"Your welcome,"

"Y/n"

"Yes Sam?"

He simply pulled me close and gently kissed me I smiled and kissed him back when he pulled away I saw him smile again "do you wanna come over and watch a movie together tomorrow?"

"What like a date?"

"Very much a date"

"I'd love too" I smiled giving him a kiss "come on before all the pizzas gone" 

[kpoptarotvibes]

What's more disturbing to me to be honest is that apparently over there in Korea they can't seem to explore what's outside their circle and everyone is setting everyone up with their besties. Not me, too many people up in my business and then everyone has an opinion on what's going on in the relationship lol. I am honestly disappointed i thought Jk would venture out to find all kinds of people but well i guess in the end he chose the safe route (well not so much apparently they out here climbing on who knows what to film such angles) but well we really don't know these people. I am more perplexed with the amount of people he was seeing than anything else, and no I am not going to applaud him for being easy sorry, cause with this amount of people in such sort period of time, your standards can't be that decent. You best believe hybe ain't gonna comment on this but am honestly glad this came out, not for me to know his business but more so it shows character a lot, boy what?? titanic?? ride or die type of love?? get out here with them lies, and then not being satisfied with that attention and going on lives flirting with fans pretending to be together for 1 minute..i laughed so hard lol that's why i say it's better to portray your self as a 'bad' person and actually end up being pretty decent than striving to look like an angel and turn sour like expired milk like this...i probably sounded more mad than i actually i am about this, sorry but i can't with the kpop industry and them clean images when you're just like the boy next door but in fact worse cause you lie to millions lolll

Yes, Korean culture is very exclusive they only really talk to people who they know or grew up with in school or the neighborhood. Or they worked some years together. They really don't talk to strangers or people they don't know. I remember that being the one complaint when Americans were first moving to Korea. That no one talks to you.

Jungkook is still young and he has a lot more different experiences than other Koreans who have never been outside of Korea. So he still has time to date outside of Korean. I don't understand how this is a disappointment. Yall want him to date outside of Korea so bad. Like what if he don't want yall. What if he wants someone close to his culture where he doesn't have to explain everything culture-wise to them like he would if someone was outside of his culture. These are things yall love to skip over when it comes to BTS dating foreigners. Maybe they want someone they are comfortable with, with the same background as them. Maybe they don't enjoy staying up at night with you trying to explain why Korea is the way it is.

Plus why are you jumping to assumptions that he dating these girls and going from girl to girl? Like these girls could be his industry friends. Like we don't really know him or his circle. We just know what he shows us. Plus he is young he can date around most men do at his age. Hell everyone does so by your logic people who are trying to date and see what is right for them have low standards? Doesn't make sense to me if you live in the real world. And I don't know if you are aware but Korea is not big on the hook-up culture like America.

I'm not happy this came out because yall are invading his privacy. He in front the camera for yall 24/7 barely has a personal life. And when he does get some what of a personal life. Yall spy and video him. Damn he can't have one thing to himself.

And you keep forgetting Kpop is a business. Every company including Hybe manufactures images for their idols to have to draw you in for you to spend money on them. And guess what it works every fucking time. That's why half the fans are obsessed with him he plays his part well and gets his bills paid. Welcome to Kpop. Where very few idols are real and have control of their image. And most don't.

[puff-mmd]

11/27/22

THE BOYS WERE FIGHTINGGGGG

Ok so Ciro is a fashion designer, yeah? And by the time the start of the story happens, ciro and kaisei have been living together for about a year (dating for 2).

Well, turns out Ciro had been working on an upcoming collection in one of his sketchbooks. He was having a lot of trouble with it, and the deadline was right around the corner. He only had a couple more designs to go, and they would go to the board to be reviewed as a first draft.

But then, the sketchbook suddenly goes missing.

He practically tears apart the apartment trying to find it, asks Kaisei multiple times if he's seen it, and every time he just kinda "Um, I don't know, i don't renumber the last time i saw you with it..."

The thing is, Kaisei ended up hiding it away because it had been out on the kitchen counter and out of entirely an accident, he spilled coffee all over it.

The other thing is, Kaisei has this bad habit of hiding it if he's done something wrong, and not necessarily lying but just saying, "well, uh, i don't really know..." he hates being in trouble because of something, and most of the time people just forget about whatever it is he was hiding. (He tends to blow peoples reactions out of proportion in his head and thus resorts to lying or playing dumb to try and get out of trouble, though this sketchbook incident is definitely the worst case of this.)

So after 2 days of being asked about it by Ciro, he decides to really make it true that he doesn't know and just throws the sketchbook out.

Really bad timing to do that.

Ciro, desperate and at this point, looks in the trash.

"No way it would be here, haha...."

But it was. And it didn't take him long to put the dots together. (About 10 seconds tops)

He grabs the sketchbook and storms into the living room, absolutely livid.

"Kaisei, what the hell is this?"

Kaisei, who was on the couch probably playing video games, looks up and his heart nearly stops.

'Oh fuck'

"Your... sketchbook?"

"Huh, is it that obvious? I wouldn't have thought so considering where I fucking found it."

"I- it... did you look inside it...?"

He hadn't yet, and he was mad enough already that it being in the trash meant Kaisei did know where it was and didn't tell him, but when he opens it and sees the coffee stains and how it's seeped through to nearly every drawing, he loses it.

Ciro (who has a tendency to overreact a bit himself, but in this case it's way worse because he has actual reason; the sketchbook being due, plus this isn't this first time Kaisei has lied about something to him to try and get out of trouble)

Kaisei tries to explain himself (what happened, that he lied because he didn't want Ciro to get mad at him like this, that he realizes it was a mistake and he should have just told him)

But Ciro ends up just shutting him down every time.

"This isn't this first, not even the second, but the third time you've gone and fucked something up and then lied about it get out of trouble! I'm so sick of it!"

"Do you think it helps when you overreact to everything all the time!? Do you think I like lying? I can't handle it when people just fly off the handle about anything, so sorry for trying to avoid that!"

"You...! Are you actually trying to fucking blame me for this?"

"N-no, I just--"

Ciro throws the sketchbook to the ground and points to the door.

"Get out."

Kaisei's eyes widen in shock.

"What are you--"

He goes to the door, throws it open, and turns back to look at Kaisei.

"I can't look at your stupid, lying face right now."

Kaisei lets out one, bitter laugh, and steps out. He stops and turns to look back at Ciro,

"Why can't you just lis-"

"I don't care what you do or where you go, but I do NOT want to see you again for the rest of the NIGHT."

The door slammed in Kaisei's face, and before storming off,

"Why can you never just LISTEN!?"

Ciro is slumped to the ground on the other side of the door, crying because he doesn't understand why Kaisei would lie to him about something this important, but also from exhaustion because he had been trying to simultaneously find the old sketchbook and redrawing the designs he could remember to try and get it redone on time for the past 2 days.

For the rest of the night, Ciro just tries his best to salvage what he can of the book, and whatever he has he'll give the board the next day.

Kaisei on the other hand, who knows he should have just come clean and told Ciro what happened, isn't sure where to go. He ends up in the human world of course - that's where he meets Seijin and everything starts happening from there.

I was thinking the entrance or pathway between worlds would be something mundane like the back door of a ramen shop (funny enough, it's the back door of one both in hell and the human world)

So maybe Kaisei after everything just wants to eat some ramen to help calm him down, and he figures, 'Well, he said i couldn't come back for the rest of the night anyway...'

And so goes to the human world.

From there, what happens is basically what i wrote in that one description.

[kyrodo]

Some people take their time to get to know someone, others are fucking psychotic. I don't care if someone is being extra, head canony, or digging into themselves and trying to expose whatever their worst secrets are. I don't care if they're writing incoherent essays about me. I don't care if they can't seem to leave me alone when their time is up. I will never treat anyone the same way you treated me.

It's funny how despite the fact that I was the one spied on, I still know more about you than you know about me. I didn't earn my degree in bullying yet. Does being mad in response to bullshit count?

Humans are multi-faceted creatures, and the sides we see are the ones we deserve. You ever wanted to see the side Red and Choskey sees of me you have to earn that shit. Lying to my face every possible chance you get is a shitty way of doing that. I know how stupid it was for me to play things up every time I was about to interact with you directly, but I still didn't deserve what you put me through. It's the small things that piss you off huh? You don't like when people put their anxiety on display. Enough to find out where they sleep.

I never got to show you the real side of me without the dramaticness, but you adamantly refused to use real words in the first place. You get what you deserve.

The R who doesn't care if someone is fixing their ps4 or not. You think I wasn't ticked off that you were spamming the impatient Gengar memes not a day after I told you why we couldn't play yet? I am so fucking done with you. You're the type who only cares about results. You want everything now, it can't fucking wait. I reminded Red every single day that I wanted him to do the repair when we got home from work and getting him to do anything with his adhd is a pain. He would always go off to watch YouTube or play mobile games, do chores or go to bed day in day out weekend or not no matter how many times I pushed him. But no you don't fucking care. You always assume I'm holding out on you or some shit, because the whole world revolves around you. The fact that that is what escalated into the hacking is some of the saddest shit I've ever seen. You're so unbelievably fucking stupid.

You hacked me, you could see through my Fucking webcam, you could even hear Red, and you still had the nerve to say it was all a lie, you total fucking retard. Your capacity for denial is fucking rich. Oh look I could have bought it online and I ended up doing that, whoopdee doo. On my sister's ps4 that I never used on a personal level before it was broken and lent to me. I had an inkling it had something like the Nintendo store but I didn't know for sure. I can infer infer infer I didn't try. I didn't even look it up. I just wanted the repair done first before doing anything else with it and then things started going sour before I had the chance to. But you can't wait on shit, so much so that you'll hurt someone if they don't fucking play with you.

I had my anxieties about you, I take time to try new things. I am not a handyman, Red is the one who does all the repairs here. Red is the one who built my pc. I can only do so much to push him into doing anything, half the time we can't even go out the door to do a walk because he stalls with YouTube videos until it's too late to go out for anything. But you're the one who can't fucking wait. You, the one who can't speak a single word in straight fucking English. And the funny thing is, if you wanted context then you literally could have just fucking listened to me, because I could have sworn I went over that before you hacked me, in your dms. To you everything is a lie, even WHEN you see it in person. Dude wake the fuck up.

When will you ever fucking learn that what I have to say actually matters. I don't speak out of my fucking nose like you do. If you always have to see something I say to believe it there's no chance in hell we will ever get along. I don't know if you noticed but whether or not I'm picking out memories that are relevant to you, I seem to be pretty fucking consistent as far as what I say, even when I am defensive. But you had to go that far to figure it out huh? I don't live in a world surrounded by lies, because that's not my fucking territory. I ain't touching yours. I resorted to poetry in response to your subtext, because then I can exaggerate or make metaphorical references to things instead of taking a huge dump on the English language just to say you're going to 7 11 or some shit. I don't know why I ever took interest in you. I don't know why I got obsessed with you, but I guess I'd have to be pretty fucking desperate.

You want excessive discreetness, you found the wrong guy. I questioned it a lot, and that's why I kept making those passive aggressive stabs in the dark cause, i was confused. It doesn't make any fucking sense. There is no reason to go that far to cover up everything we say if we're just trying to be friends. And in respect to Red, you think meeting him or getting to know each other is not important for a poly? What the actual fuck were you even going for? That's why I likened you to a cult or satanist etc cause it honestly felt like a hazing. It felt like I was going through some kind of test for something I just happened to be doing the procedure for by accident. Because it didn't make sense to constantly cover every last thing we say like a coded message.

Everything was so extra and pointless I honestly wondered what I was getting into.

Why is it that people can just reply to you on Twitter with no strings attached like it's an everyday thing, and I can't? That was constantly on my mind and it pissed me off. You make it such a hassle to say anything straight up without suddenly getting upset at me and lying to me that I have to pretend like I'm meeting you for the first time. And nobody else has to do that, so why did I? In an ideal world we would have just hopped on discord in a voice call and it would have solved fucking everything, but seeing as all this shit happened, mission fail.

The funny thing is, if you simply didn't play stupid games with people you would have gotten along with me just fine. Did you ever stop to think about that? If you wanted to put me in my place cause I was overly eager emotionally, you still could have done that in a setting that isn't fucking stupid. Once you saw things in context, how massive was the revelation that you don't know how to fucking trust people worth shit.

And your blatant denial instinct is such a fucking dick to work with that I seriously wish you were anyone else. Dude I just can't. Accountability, what's that? I make it look so fucking easy don't I, so why can't you? Why do you constantly feel like you have to cover up every fucking thing you say. Why do you always avoid strict wording, why do you always magnetize towards double meanings and avoiding saying what we mean. Be vague, be open ended, be intangible at all times 24/7. It could be for you, it could be for someone else. The I mights and maybes and perhaps. I am so fucking done with you. Leaving you behind was the biggest breath of fresh air I ever had.

The world beneath my feet stopped being a sheet of thin ice made of possible outcomes and meanings that I could have gotten wrong. And I am fucking thriving. It's like having 20/20 vision. I am not only welcome in this present world but I know for sure that I am welcome. And had I gone with you instead, you would have been more than happy to leave me on continuous hold. To leave me doubting you and doubting myself. You are the very embodiment of everything you shouldn't do when you meet someone, and I thought I was bad. Imagine being someone who makes people feel good about themselves instead of leaving them with constant confusion and anxiety while simultaneously disbelieving every word anyone other than you says. You sap the very life and happiness out of people, why the fuck would I want to be with someone like you.

Being ambiguous with me is no longer acceptable. Someone is either straight with me or they are fucking gone. At least you taught me how to avoid bullshit. If I can't read on the lines with someone they are fucking gone. I am done having two conversations with the same person, especially when both conversations turn out to be fake. The moment someone tests me they've already failed mine. I am not a test subject. You either trust me or you don't and I'm not going to stick around if you can't figure it out. I am never going to deal with trash like you again. If someone can't treat me as an equal then I don't have to treat them at all.

I've proved myself on so many fucking levels now, but I am never going to subject myself to that again. I actually give a fuck about myself now and that shit doesn't fly around me.

Your are such a horrible person I can hardly believe you're even fucking real. You thought I'd be easy to shit on cause of some of the shit I used to say out loud about myself? You thought Red wasn't even a real boyfriend. You were so fucking wrong. You tried to take advantage of my depression, you are literally the worst person on the Fucking planet and I can't do shit to save you. I don't think I need your help anymore. I find it difficult to immerse myself when there is so much fucking bullshit.

All the wrong calls, all the wrong moves, all the wrong assumptions judgments and words, every fucking thing you can do wrong, you're always there. Get the fuck out of my life. Even when everything is laid bare I still play you like a fucking violin. Even when you try to use a gameshark you still lose, and it's fucking hilarious. There just isn't a single battlefield with me where you win is there? All the way down to just being a decent fucking person. You done trying to find something big to write me off for yet?

You get what you pay for bitch. Clearly I wasn't above saying things like "you owe me" or trying to get another commission/get approval from your friends to win you over, but I'm not the same bitch I was where you left me. The shit I do I can at least fucking adjust. You on the other hand, your entire personality needs a rework.

I will never be able to overstate the difference between you and me. Me looking at some shitty artwork in my downtime is the least of your concerns. The best you got for me is that I'm sus, then stay out of my fucking house.

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.13 ~

[Chun-Nan (Day) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Ashley : Hey, Two of dumplings please!

Mona : Here you go. It's on the house.

Young Cricket : Hey, Ashley. Thank you for saving my life back there. If I haven't been defending myself from those strange masked guys, I would have easily defended ourselves from danger.

Ashley : My pleasure, cricket. You can count on me anytime. So do you wanna help spend time fixing up the dojo? Kat and Ana are worried that the dojo has left a huge mess after their fight with a demon.

Young Cricket : Oh that's weird, I took the demon child back to it's father so that the Dojo can be safe and sound. Speaking of which, I wonder if Mona ever on her part time job on giving these tasty dumplings. I'm going to create a work of masterpiece that will ever complete me in the science fair and also Penny is working a new invention that will give Wario a new bike.

Master Mantis : So I got a word from Princess Peach. Here look at the newspaper.

[Newspaper : LEADER OF THE KOOPA TRIBE BURNED TO DEATH BY FALLING OFF INTO THE LAVA PIT]

Mario : What!? Me, a murderer who mad that bowser fell into a ridiculous death. It happened on that Crocomire creature who was cooked to death by Samus!

Luigi : Yeah I don't like the sound of it, Mario. Buring a Koopa alive is kinda murder as in that result. You literally cooked a turtle to death and watch his skin getting melt except for his spiny shell!

Mario : Well, I'm sorry that he finally got what he deserved! Told you, cooking someone alive is the result of death and carnage, roasting some turtles is a kind of murder.

Luigi : But you didn't remember that Bowser Jr has a magical pot that has the ability to revive anyone from the dead after being cooked alive! Is that how video game logic works?

Mario : You tell me. Anyways, we're sigining up for the new Samsh Bros game titled "brawl" after Melee since the Space Colony Ark and I was in an incident too after I got framed by his son that makes them coconut heads force me to clean up crap all over on the island! And I just wanted a vacation, this is why I hate 2002 because of that incident! I wished went on a real vacation in Hawaii.

[radio buzzing]

Mario : Luigi! Can you turn off the radio! It's going on with the buzzes!

Luigi : I don't think that's me doing it, Mario! I'm not doing it with the radio.

Mario : Then what are...

Seto : (via radio) Hello! This is Seto the deathless from Needless! I just discovered a shocking truth and it's quite possible to spread it for you! It is just revealed that the Mabuki known as Demon Weapons were all part of an Alchemical research by Shotaro the Dokeshi, the boy who has unleashed an ultimate taboo for creating the demon weapons and it is also stated the Death the Kid that everyone know and love is Dracula's servant Death, a black wolf in sheep's clothing! He ordered Shotaro and the heroes of Soul World into taking down the Kasugatani family tree and I cannot believe that he would do such a thing! This was all a stage to make Witchkind's greatest downfall and will be on the verge of extinction! Tell Maka Albarn that everything she entrusted is a lie from Shinra! A lie to the devil himself! Please, understand the truth and let Truth win!

Mario : What!? Dracula's servant and Castlevania boss character death has been ordering all that!?

Luigi : Damn! So the actual Death the Kid was captured by King Boo! Konami is real smooth for showing their tricks up in their sleeves! I guess the Shinigami from Soul Eater was just a kid that is the human form of a Yokai called Kyokotsu! Lucky bastard! I don't know why the crazy story of Soul Eater was really false and to think that Maka Albarn is the hero of that world! This is the real world and we need to wake ourselves the hell up!

(suddenly lights went out)

Mario : Hey! The lights went out! What's going on here!?

Luigi : This could be a real messed up move!

Daisy : Guys! It's happening! Someone has broken into Nintendo and a recolored Shadow is heading this way!

Mario : Recolored Shadow? I don't know of this recolored Shadow!

Daisy : You gotta believe me! He is an acutal recolor of Shadow and he has the purpose of manipulating a hedgehog from the future and killing the blue blur himself! They say that he'll make the planet fall into darkness along with Real World AU itself!

Mario : Oh yeah!? Well who is this bozo that is attempting to drown the planet in darkness?

Mephiles : Simple question you may ask. But it shall be the living things that shall rejoice their selves to darkness! You'll just be lucky that you will be in your nightmares and all that frustration will easily hurt a heart and soul!

Mario : Ahh, sh**! I knew it! I knew someone in the building is going to get us! Hey, what do you think you're doing!? No! Stop! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!

(Mephiles laughs evilly)

Mario : Luigi! Guys! HEEEEELP!!!

(the lights were suddenly turned back on as Mario is missing)

Luigi : (gasped in shock) MARIO!!! NOOOOO!!! NOT MY BRO! ANYTHING BUT MY SWEET BRO-O-O-O-O-OOOO!!!

Mona : What's going on here!? Mario's missing!

Luigi : Yes! A recolor came by and took Mario hostage! Who could've done this!

Mona : Yeah, as a result of in that, Wario is missing too! and I haven't getting a direct call from him!

Waluigi : And who am I going to play tennis for what!? Now I don't have someone to play Tennis or Golf! And there will no be kart racing for tomorrow!

Luigi : (looks up into the sky, yelling) MARIOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

"Meanwhile..."

Mizune : [whistling a tune] Hey, dad. Long time no see. Do you remember who I am now? It's me, Mizune, your beloved daughter. (sees a photo frame of Mouser) I know that you haven't seen your daughter in years and I haven't seen you in years.

[Sadness - Seirou Okamoto]

Mizune : I promised you that I would able to reunite with you for a long time. But I haven't realized that I was the not only person that I ever get to see you again.

*flashback*

Mouser : Listen here, Mizune. You'll grow to be a strong girl just like your old man and when you do, you'll be just like me someday when you get older! How does that sound!

Young Mizune : Sounds great! I want to be the greatest being that I ever wanted to be the icon of my own! I will become the world's greatest treasure hunter there is!

Mouser : That's my girl!

*flashback ends*

Mizune : So now I understand that you wanted to see your own daughter again, dad. But now that you're gone dead, it's like that I never get to see you again...and I never felt this alone because I wanted to become the strong girl that I dreamed of! I dreamed that I would become the world's greatest treasure that there is and no one will ever take it away!

Blair : Long time no see, Treasure hunter!

Mizune : My rival from the same school, Blair?!

Blair : What are you doing here at Mouser's grave? What's the matter, Mizune? Cat got your tongue?

Mizune : You know why I came to daddy's graveyard, I came to mourn his loss of him after he died, he vanished from existence. I didn't know why I wanted to be the villain that is a part of a story. Believe it or not, I will never be a villain like this. Eruka was right about this, Medusa is not the friendly person that I expected to work with. No wonder why the author would make me the villain of the story. But...(grabs Blair by neck) If anything happens to Free or Eruka in the country, you'll pay. (Blair backs off)

Blair : So what!? That's how that I was such in an influence since we know each other at High school. I come to the church in Maryland everyday. You're begging that you planned on reviving Shinra's grandson to wipeout the planet, would ya? That's genocide!

Mizune : I didn't say that we of Ashley's kind were supposed to destroy the planet, that would be the heartless that is their doing! Here's something that I needed to tell you something, I didn't wanted to become a stupid villain! I wanted to become a hero of another story! I am sick and tired of the heartless' crap! That stupid Medusa and her dumb sisters would eventually get their asses kicked by the force! I could never trust a cold-blooded son of a b*tch that has us ever done to our kind. Thanks to unknown circumstances, Medusa and her sisters would be gone missing to confess their crimes against humanity. If only they were here to destroy the planet that easily.

Daroach : Still thinking about Mouser's loss, would you? I'm so sorry to hear that your father has passed on!

[Dark Samus Appears - Kenji Yamamoto]

Mizune : Daroach? Is that you? What happened to yourself? What did you go a little blue? Wait a sec, (her visions show Dark Nebula who is currently possessing him) Dark Nebula! How did you--?!

Daroach : (possessed by Dark Nebula) Escaped from imprisonment? Yes that's right. It was all thanks to this mice who freed me from that horrible prison that I lay dormant for all eternity. I have needed time for such lovely reunion to your master's body.

Blair : Hold the phone. Are you saying that Daroach is Mizune's master?

Mizune : And my adoptive grandfather as well. Enough fun and games, Dark Nebula! You come right out that body of his! I mean it now! You'll never cover the planet in darkness, not even the king of all Ink Demons would able to bring humanity into despair!

Daroach : (possessed by Dark Nebula) Fat chance, Mice girl! Once I reclaim my right position as ruler of the Underworld, I shall get rid of Earth's underworld rulers Hades and pluto, so does Yama himself to bring the darkness and despair for the rest of your lives! Both Humankind and Witchkind shall forever be in their miserable fates.

Mizune : Dark Nebula!

Daroach : Here! Have a present from your late father!

Mizune : What the-!?

*DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION*

Blair and Mizune : (coughing out)

Mizune : Dark Nebula! (realizing that Daroach disappeared) Damn it! He's got Daroach and now they're both gone!

Blair : Oh no! He must've went into space! Along with...the Squeakers!

Mizune : Daroach, no! (falls down on the ground) ...No! (whimpering) It's should've been me, not him! It's not fair! Why couldn't Dark Nebula just take me instead and be it's own puppet? I will never forgive for this Nebula! I'll make sure that you'll die with a terrible fate! A fate that you'll never forget just like what you did to daddy! I'll kill you for this!

(Dark Nebula laughs sinisterly)

~ Act 13 : Personification of Darkness ~