#livin that thug life

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hey girl.

Number 5 for the smutty prompts. You up for another Levi x reader for me? 😏

Smut Scribbles 5. “Tell me what you want.”

Before Dawn (NSFW) Characters: Underground!Levi x Reader  Word Count: 1147 words

Not moonlight - but an artificial glare pierced half-closed shutters. Between the open slats beads of condensation had gathered upon the surface of the glass. Outside amongst the roar of distant traffic and the yellow lights which burned in high towers above, the city thrived. Within your building little lives played out; some slept whilst others stared about the darkening walls of their tiny dwellings. It was the deepest part of the night, the lost hours before dawn, which belonged to you and Levi. 

Damp, crumpled sheets clung to your hot skin. Your head sank back into the pillow; body arched against him; thighs wrapped around Levi’s waist. Moist palms almost slipped from his shoulders as his hips rocked into you. Sometimes he preferred to fuck you lazily like this; on those occasions when the scent of whiskey lay upon his breath. Or when he awoke beside you, disorientated; another night that he had not made it home. He would turn, shift your legs apart with his knee and, for one hour more, you would be his. 

The movements of Levi’s body were slow, fluid, deep. Fingertips buried into your skin as he drew your hips higher. Later, incriminating bruises would confess to the exploits of the previous night. For now, pain mingled with pleasure. A dangerous cocktail, and one you savoured all too recklessly. With the heat of you clenched around him, Levi’s breath caught noisily in his throat. An incoherent curse escaped him, drowning out the far-off sounds of the city. 

“You good?” It didn’t matter that his face was buried in your neck, where he could not see your smile. The teasing lilt of your breathless voice was unmissable. 

Levi stopped mid-motion. Damp hair brushed your cheek as he lifted his head. The fingers of his right hand were splayed out, bearing his weight. The other - his left - was clamping down the loose strands of your hair which were fanned across the bed. As Levi withdrew he yanked them, sending white hot pain shooting across your roots.

With a small gasp, your head jerked sideways. Then you felt him pulling out of you. Levi hadn’t been rough - not yet - but the stinging sensation he had inflicted was climbing to an unbearable peak. You had heard the rumours; that darkness swirled through his veins. To someone like him it was nothing but instinct; to love as violently as he lived.

His kiss was pressed to your throat. A promise or a threat, you could not tell. Levi drew back, his warm palm trailing pinpricks of heat over your skin. With one deft movement, he tugged your forearm sideways, forcing you onto your stomach.

Pain tensed across your scalp. Levi was winding your tousled hair around his fingers. Tighter. Beneath you, his other hand snaked down between the bedclothes and your bare stomach. Panting, you longed for his touch just below where his hand lingered. Then, dipping lower, his fingers trailed over your clit. With a wild spasm, your body curled into his touch. His fingertip danced over you, igniting sparks. He knew exactly how to play you; how to make you his. An artist’s hand arcing circles sensuously. Levi read it in the motion of your hips; the involuntary jolt of your ankle; the half-stifled sigh which escaped you. You were helpless. His.

He wove your hair around his whitened knuckles like a coil of rope. Fiercely, Levi jerked your head upwards. Deaf to your moans, the movements of his other hand continued. He relished the feel of you; hot and wet against his fingertips. Oh how it turned his impatience to hunger. Levi’s whisper ghosted over the shell of your ear.

“Tell me what you want…” 

Hot breath stirred the hairs on the back of your neck. His teeth scraped the sensitive patch of skin behind your ear. Blood lust dredged up from the shadows of his past. 

With your head sunk against his shoulder, you uttered nothing more than the faintest whisper of his name. Levi’s fingers teased you closer. A bead of sweat rolled down your heaving chest. It wasn’t enough. Your body was crying out for his hands to seize your hips again. You wanted him where he had already left his mark. You needed him to fuck you until you were raw; until you were insensible to all feeling. 

“Want me to stop?” A note of derision; the strained undertone of desire which it failed to mask.

Weakly, your head rolled back; a victim to his lips. Sharpened kisses were nicked like tiny wounds into your skin; counted then tossed amongst the mound of his sins. 

Behind you, the bed creaked as Levi’s foot nudged your leg open impatiently. A hand clamped down on your hip as he slid inside you again. You could hardly draw breath; almost lost to the sudden heat which flooded to your core. A delicious ache spread as he filled you; stretched you to fit him. 

With fingers still entangled in your hair, Levi wrenched your head up so that his mouth was on yours. Beneath him, the rest of your body was pressed into the mattress. With a clunk the bedframe struck into the wall. He knew exactly how to reach the deepest part of you. You were aflame, lost to the effortless twist of his fingers, whilst every movement of his body sent white-hot waves breaking through you. 

But you could tell that he was getting close now too. Levi pulled on the twine of your hair, bringing your face around to meet his. Your cheek was half-submerged by pillow as his kisses fell hard and clumsily upon the corner of your mouth. Levi’s ragged breath clouded you; threatened to pull you under with him. His thrusts were quickening and erratic; the knocking of your bed’s wooden frame only grew louder. His arm lay crushed beneath you; fingers working hastily, without care or precision. Sex without emotion. It was what you had come to expect from a man like him.

Then again, it never mattered that you could not look upon him in his most vulnerable state. Nor did it matter that the motions of Levi’s body were wild and ravenous. You were retreating; abandoning one another to chase your own highs. Lava pooled below; one moment you were afloat and then - you drowned against his lips. You were undone, powerless to a sudden burst of scalding intensity. Your choked cry was muffled by the pillowcase, its cotton drenched with sweat.

Behind you, Levi’s chest heaved against your back. He groaned your name longingly into your neck. As he withdrew, slipping out of you, your thighs were left hot and slick. Beneath him your body lay aching, spent. Levi laid his head between your heaving shoulder blades; hair soaked against your burning skin; arms wrapped around your waist. In that moment, helpless. Fleetingly, yours. 

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Back with the ol' smut.

Anyone who's enjoying these and is partial to a little not-so-safe-for-work drabble, choose from the Wheel of Prompts here! 👉 Smut Scribbles

[magp1e-starl1ght]

quebecois paradise by cooliaux

[daegutowns]

your enhypen hogwarts boyfriend 

tags: hogwarts au, gn!reader, this is the grind rn

gryffindor: heeseung, niki 

heeseung: quidditch team chaser 

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

please expect to hype him up and fawn over him on quidditch match days -- especially on matches with slytherin (he always has a bet with jay) 

“babe i need you to boo jay if he ever comes near you.” 

and he is so serious about this 

mcgonagall claims she doesn’t like him but he’s just lucky that he’s actually really good at quidditch (bc his transfiguration grades are not sexy) 

excels in defense against the dark arts AND potions but snape hates him 

he swears up and down he didn’t do anything this time to get detention but you know better. and he’s always begging the captain to not kick him off

“please, you know snape wants my left buttcheek!” 

talks shit before the match (especially to jay) and then feigns innocence if he’s asked about it 

this is the result of years of watching quidditch matches with his dad (their favorite team is the montrose magpies -- and he WILL badmouth puddlemere united if that team is mentioned) 

likes to sleep next to you in the library after practice while you study 

riki: quidditch team beater  

rebellious, passionate, and playful -- riki is a gryffindor through and through

always getting caught up in pranks. denies ever being inside zonko’s even though that’s the first place he goes in hogsmeade 

like okay ????

claims mrs. norris (filch’s cat) is best friends with him, but he has no real way of proving this 

shy about pda because of his friends, so he likes meeting up with you in secret and passing you notes in class 

…until he gets caught and has to read them out loud

then he decides that fuck it! it’s better to just air it out anyways. not his problem what they find disgusting! 

straight up livin’ that thug life y’all #getrekt

lowkey getting brainwashed by heeseung (go magpies!) 

makes up all his dreams for his divination dream journal but always makes it about you so he can pretend to be offended if someone says it’s fake

hufflepuff: sunghoon, jungwon 

sunghoon: prefect (head boy) 

this hard-working and kind-hearted boy is a true hufflepuff through and through

everyone thought by his looks that he’d either be in slytherin or ravenclaw, but it’s more obvious when he opens his mouth 

he’s kind of like cedric diggory -- super well-liked, popular, good-looking, and smart

he’s got all the hufflepuff girls and gays giggling around him n shit 

“first years follow me to the common room” and the new hufflepuffs are tripping over their feet trying to ask him questions 

it’s okay because he only has eyes for you <3 

haha jk sometimes he’ll tease you and say “are you jealous? you look jealous~” and then backtrack and say nevermind that he’s sorry and he doesn’t actually know what other people look like. in fact he only knows one name and it’s yours. 

he doesn’t really need to be doing all that but it’s fun messing with him 

goes around humbly (not so humbly) bragging about you until he gets smacked by snape for messing around during (but that doesn’t stop him) 

he likes taking you to cheesy date spots, like madam puddifoot’s tea shop or the covered walkway near spintwitches sporting needs where everyone else had their first kisses 

jungwon: quidditch team seeker   

well-rounded, responsible, and dependable -- these are all traits of a hufflepuff that describe jungwon perfectly 

to be honest, he’s really just here for the vibes

his favorite pastime is collecting chocolate frog cards 

(he is specifically looking for the gold and silver albus dumbledore cards that have been out of circulation for years)

he’s a very talented seeker, but everyone else’s praise doesnt mean anything. he needs YOUR praise specifically and will pretend to not like it just so he can hear it more (but you know better!) 

please help him study… he is definitely getting that quidditch scouting from a professional team but jungwon said he might get a T (troll) in history of magic 

he has a black cat named dooly that terrorizes him before he sleeps

you like dragging him to the kitchens to eat chocolate snacks with him before bed, but he gets nervous sneaking out sometimes

likes sitting underneath the big willow tree near the black lake with his head in your lap. please run your hands through his hair! 

ravenclaw: jake 

jake: quidditch team beater  

everyone really would’ve expected that he would’ve been in either gryffindor or hufflepuff just based on personality alone 

the sorting gave him a choice, and he just went with the house that had more of his friends that he made on the train 

he loves it when you show up to practice because now it’s even more awesome! now even more of his favorite people are in the same place

“babe look at this!” while he does a flip ??? 

if he falls off, now both you AND the rest of his team can laugh at him 

loves it even more if you show up to his games fully decked out (beyond his imagination) in his house colors, even if that’s not your house

he never expects this from you but he’s soooo happy when it happens that it motivates you to keep doing it 

self-declared next quidditch captain (and flitwick will give it to him) 

he’ll even tutor you in transfigurations (his best subject) for kisses, because despite being an athlete, he’s also got good grades???? sometimes god has favorites 

“if you think i’m a cool boyfriend, give me a kiss” 

his favorite type of date is sneaking out to the kitchens with you and sharing a pudding cake

slytherin: jay, sunoo

jay: quidditch team keeper  

unsurprisingly, jay comes from a long line of other slytherins

he’s pretty laidback compared to the rest of his family, but always insists that you go with him to family functions (because “baby they’re too boring without you!”) 

you two always end up at the snacks table gossiping with his cool cousins anyways 

flexes by buying you all your snacks on the train + of course covers all the dates 

pretty popular within slytherin house, but only because he’s good at quidditch and also has pretty good grades (in everything except herbology) 

hates the keeper pickup lines and jokes but likes 

lined up to be the next captain! 

claims he wants to work for the ministry of magic’s department of mysteries

“i got an image to keep”

whatever you say babygirl ^^

expects to be holding hands whenever you’re walking the halls with him

requires a good luck kiss before every quidditch match

sunoo: prefect 

a lot of people expected sunoo to get into hufflepuff! he defies expectations 

seriously, he made a name for himself within the house

with as ambitious as he is, it’s not that surprising to see that someone has confident and charming as him is in slytherin 

he’s someone with friends in every house, probably in every year too

he’s got an “in” with every club on hogwarts campus, so take your pick bae. the world’s your oyster! 

he flexes like jay, but instead of galleons, he takes you to restricted areas of campus using his prefect badge 

would actually help you break the rules if you wanted to

“you want to break in where?! okay, wait, let me get--” 

likes it when you compliment his thoughtfulness or talent in these areas 

his best subject is charms ;) 

his favorite pastime is watching quidditch practices with you, but all you do is yap together

[elleryhart]

Cherish-His-Name Abernathy was called different things. To her girls or her clients, she was Mrs. Abernathy (though there had never been a Mr. Abernathy, she just thought it sounded more respectable than Miss). She allowed her friends to call her Cherish –no one was allowed her full first name besides her momma, and she passed many years back to an illness that sent Cherish out to the frontier in the first place. If she didn’t like you, you could call her Ma’am, but she would prefer you didn’t call her at all, thank-you-very-much.

Cherish had made a good life for herself once she got out here. You see, the frontier, where the men had been sent to work, wasn’t much of a place for wives and sweethearts. Workin’ women, now, there was plenty they could do out on the frontier. Cherish wasted no time building up a crew of good girls (and a few young men, truth be told, but most of them got scooped up into other work) who worked together to run a solid business and protect one another.

When she started, she hadn’t intended to put herself in charge of anything. But money had to be managed, room and board had to be taken care of, muscle had to be hired to protect the girls, and Cherish had a good head on her shoulders and a mind for money. It was a slow transition, but girls would come to her with problems to solve, disputes to mediate, and soon it was a legitimate business.

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Cherish-His-Name Abernathy was all of 5 feet tall, but her personality gave her a big stature. She commanded loyalty, and even though that didn’t mean everyone liked her, many respected her enough to leave well-enough alone. She made sure her girls got their dues, and the men she hired to protect them got privileges and pride in their work.

She had her share of lovers and clients, but when the question came to her settling down, she always had the same answer “When I can get me a man without the law deciding what’s mine is his, I’ll settle. Till then, ain’t gonna get with no one what can’t be content with me livin’ as I am.”

She’s been known to spend her nights with men and women, but is otherwise closed up about her love life. Who’s gonna argue with the Matron of the classiest women in town, after all? Especially when one of the men in her pocket was the Sheriff himself, who had taken a shine to some of her girls?

She tried not to have favorites among said girls, but there was a clear winner among them. Cora had been with her from the beginning, and the two were like sisters. Cora was the dancing flames of the fireplace where Cherish was the embers, and their temperaments complimented one another.

When Cora died in childbirth and her man didn’t wanna claim his children? Well, those twins were Cherish’s now. Even gave them her name. Mabel and Lucy Abernathy were gonna grow up in the best damn world Cherish could give them. Marta and Lucy grew up to be great girls –Lucy had an eye for business, and Marta dreamed of finding a good man and having a mess of little ones herself.

Cherish would do anything for them.

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It wasn’t all good things. Some people just don’t like powerful women. She made an enemy with a local thug, one she didn’t even bother interacting with for the first few years of their rivalry. He was little more than a nuisance, and Cherish couldn’t be bothered with small nuisances. When he came around her boys kicked him out without needing to be asked, and that was pretty much that. He was pestering other people around, and became an issue for many people in town, so he wasn’t even distinctly her issue.

He lived, then, mostly on the outskirts, only venturing into the town proper to make trouble. They would have gotten rid of him entirely, but, despite his general attitude, he was a good worker… and the frontier needed good workers. It was a surprise to everyone that he had gathered up his own little band of guys unhappy with how things were being done in this quiet little town.

It wasn’t that Cherish was even a special interest of this group, but when they struck, she and her girls were among the targets. Her memories of the chaos set her head reeling –she had been knocked out near the beginning of the scuffle, and only woke later to Lucy crying at her bedside. Her leg had been crushed, the doctor had said, and had to be amputated.

Marta, sweet Marta, had not made it.

When she could walk again, she would kill that man herself.

[commanderchr1st]

Dr. Dre - The Next Episode Lyrics (side note: I'm white so I will be censoring the n word)

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)

So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)

Blaze that shit up, n*.. yeah 'Sup Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, n*, burn that shit up

D-P-G-C, my n*, turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug n*s, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho'

Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair

Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you're down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm robbin' you of P-O-O-P!

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beans— you know my gas ain't clean (Poop Gang!)

Wood Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel—whoopty-whoop—n* what?

Dre and Snoop lactose intolerant ass (got the 'lac!)

We are farting in paper bags, yeah we sniffing gas (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, we holding out turds(What turds?)

Long shit, paper bag, got the GERDS

South Central out to the Westside (Westside)

It's California Love, this California bud got a n* gang o' pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home wit' somethin' to poke on (Wha'sup bitch?)

Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my n*s who be thinkin' we soft

We don't play

We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my n*s who be actin' too bold

Take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode—

Hey

Smoke weed everday

[rainsmediaradio]

Young Thug Ft. Drake - Parade on Cleveland Lyrics

Young Thug Ft. Drake - Parade on Cleveland Lyrics Part I Intro: Drake Woah Verse: Drake How the fuck you out here goin' tit for tat? (Tit for tat) I should've saw the signs, how could I miss that? (How could I miss that?) Ayy, soon as I'm fresh out the box like a Tic-Tac We havin' sex soon as I get my bitch back It ain't gon' be sexy when I get my lick back I'm about to mop up some boys, it's custodian time Me and my thoughts, it's the loneliest time Don't tell me 'bout loyalty, show me this time Don't tell me 'bout loyalty, show me this time Business is business, you owe me this time Slime on your head, Nickelodeon time Chorus: Drake Oh, woah Parade on Blevеland soon as I get home I'm comin' home I'm comin' homе All the lows, all the lifers All the bright burns, all the lifers Ayy, Parade on Bleveland soon as I get home You already know, you already know Segue: Young Thug & Drake Hello, this is a prepaid call from Jeffery An inmate at the Cobb county adult detention facility To accept this call, press zero To refuse this call, hang up or press one Yo, wassup, my brother Wassup, my brother Talk to me, what's the word? Uh, I ain't doin' shit, man Just pushin' more Peter, more sweeter, more completer Than any Peter pusher around See what I'm sayin', twin? Ha (Ha-ha-ha) Part II Verse: Young Thug Spider back, I'm a big dawg, you a cat How is that you was ever in the format? Honey bun, on the bed, yeah, hundred racks Sun's up, I ain't 'sleep, I been countin' stacks Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson Back in like forty days, forty seconds Backend after backend like I'm trappin' Actually I been trapped in But I took a black bitch to Beverly Hills Now she white, Michael Jackson After we fuck, she told her friends, "Bitch, it's crackin'" Made a jail call to your bitch, she say you down You a bug in the grass, finna get ate by my cow I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown Refrain: Young Thug Business is business, business is business, business is business Business is business, business is business, yeah Business is business, business is business, business is business Business is business, business is business, yeah Business is business, business is business, business is business Business is business, business is business, yeah Business is business, business is business, business is business Business is business, business is business Outro: Young Thug Metro Read the full article

[nguyenthiennhuong]

Lời bài hát Good Life

Lời bài hát Good Life

“Good Life” [2Pac] I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I’m wrong but sayin “Fuck the world” got you deeper in my songs Drinkin ’til I earl, spendin money ’til it’s gone It’s the good life – maybe niggaz got it goin on Now…

[wepepe-draws]

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I like that these people just casually fishing, while someone’s house frozen, and literally next to a HAKKON-SPIRIT-GOD as ICE DRAGON

like wtf XD

[venusgroove]

jupiter in houses as songs

jupiter in 1h

4minute - hot issue

“from the head to the toe hot issue, oh!

everything i do, hot issue!”

jupiter in 2h

jay-z - the story of o.j.

“financial freedom my only hope

fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke

i bought some artwork for one million

two years later, that shit worth two million

few years later, that shit worth eight million

i can't wait to give this shit to my children”

jupiter in 3h

yuko ando - shogeki

“the guiding voice is heard from nowhere

in the wandering ocean, this is the story that you began”

jupiter in 4h

dominic fike - westcoast collective

“we used to live out west in a collective

everybody got arrested 'cause nobody wanted sleep

i used to dish out verses on purpose

and if you wanted to purchase one you weren't as good as me

i don't know if that time is comin' to an end

i hope the band gets back together when it's over”

jupiter in 5h

nicki minaj - va va voom

“just met a boy, just met a boy when

he could come inside of my play pen

'cause he look like a superstar in the makin'

so, i think that i’m going in for the takin'

hear through the grapevine that he cakin'

we could shoot a movie, he could the tapin'

boom, boom, pow, this thing be shakin'

i ain't even tryin' to find out who he datin'”

jupiter in 6h

tlc - waterfalls

“don't go chasing waterfalls

please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to

i know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all

but i think you're moving too fast”

jupiter in 7h

beyoncé - cuff it

“i feel like fallin' in love

i'm in the mood to fuck something up

i need some drink in my cup

i'm in the mood to fuck something up”

jupiter in 8h

kanye west - all of the lights

“cop lights, flash lights, spot lights

strobe lights, street lights (all of the lights, all of the lights)

fast life, drug life

thug life, rock life

every night (all of the lights)”

jupiter in 9h

the pharcyde - drop

“rock-a-bye baby

listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine

ravine of all things, it's the vain of a shrine

all missions impossible are possible, 'cause i’m headed for a new sector 365

days from now, i’ll wipe the sweat from my eye

and each and every truth will stick or fall from the skies”

jupiter in 10h

jay-z & kanye west - no church in the wild

“human beings in a mob

what's a mob to a king?

what's a king to a god?

what's a god to a non-believer

who don't believe in anything?”

jupiter in 11h

the neighbourhood - lost in translation

“i’ve been getting lost in translation

trouble keeping up communication

we were having fun, now i can't wait to be done

it feels like I'm the only one that's sick of playing”

jupiter in 12h

21 savage - a lot

“how much money you got? (a lot)

how many problems you got? (a lot)

how many people done doubted you? (a lot)

left you out to rot? (a lot)

how many pray that you flop? (a lot)

how many lawyers you got? (a lot)

how many times you got shot? (a lot)”

[timetraveltodystopia]

Enhypen current energies - June Shufflemancy reading

♡ Shufflemancy reading - 06/06/22 and 07/06/22 Disclaimer: I’m a beginner with tarot and my readings could be correct and could be not. I am still learning so please take everything with a grain of salt. These readings are for fun and for entertainment purposes only <3 This is all alleged. I don’t want to hurt any idol or send them hate.

Heeseung

Hold (Candyland Remix) - Elephante, Candyland, Jessica Jarrell

Smile for the camera cause the world's on fire Cheers to the moment when the words rip off I'll be holding on with you Dance with the devil in the pouring rain Sharks in the water, but it's all the same I'll be holding on, I'll be holding on with you I'll be holding on with you I'll be holding on with you

Heeseung has been receiving a lot of hate from many sources, not matter Instagram, tik tok, youtube... All over social media, but he knows it is one of the disadvantages of being an idol, he will fight against the odds to still be an idol and work in the industry.

Jay

Black Skindhead - Kanye West

Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it

Jay has been feeling creative lately, he has many ideas in his mind and he wants to show them to his fans all he has been thinking is to improve Enhypen music.

Jake

Havana - Camila Cabello, Young Thug

Havana, ooh na-na (Ayy, ayy) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (Oh, ayy, ayy, uh-huh) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (Oh, no) Oh, but my heart is in Havana (Huh) My heart is in Havana (Ayy) Havana, ooh na-na

Jake misses Australia. Even though he loves Korea, the culture, and the dream of being an idol, he has been raised in Australia, and no one is going to take that away from him.

Sunghoon

Stomp Me Out - Bryce Fox

Shots fired on me Shots fired on me Can't stomp me out You can't stomp me out Shots fired on me

An ex is spreading rumors against him. They were probably a trainee and they are jealous of Sunghoon's success and how he can become so famous within months after he debuted.

Jungwon

Cloud 9 - Afrojack

Hard and now you're far away And I can't bring you back Find myself thinking "What if you stayed?" And you didn't pack your bags

So Jungwon was in a situationship and his partner was overwhelmed because they were with an idol. They ghosted him, went with someone else, and called him because they missed him. Jungwon fell hard with this person but he knows he can't trust them.

Sunoo

Summertime in Paris - Jaden, WILLOW

Summertime is meant to fall in love I could fall asleep or stare in your eyes We'll dance all night Summertime is meant to fall in love I wrote you a poem for your surprise It's right by your side Summertime is meant to fall in love I could fall asleep or stare in your eyes We'll dance all night Summertime is meant to fall in love I wrote you a poem for your surprise It's right by your side

AWWW SUNOO. He fell in love with one of his closest friends but he won't tell them because of fear of rejection. He loves their company tho and loves being by their side.

Niki

Home to Mama - Justin Bieber, Cody Simpson

Because I'll take you home to mama Let you meet my friends Because you don't come with drama So I want you 'til the world ends You're way more than worth it But I don't feel like I deserve it You got the pieces, you're my kind of perfect

Niki fell in love hard, I don't think he is in an official relationship yet, but their love is so big that Niki is ready to present them to his friends and especially to his mom. And does feel like a non-idol because they never meet their friends in real life or they see them in the Inkigayo performance.

This changes over time. Everyone has free will and vibrations change. Hope you like this reading <3

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Arkham Files: Captain Boomerang

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: George Harkness, also known as Captain Boomerang. Patient suffers from Alcohol Abuse Disorder and Antisocial Personality Disorder. He is noticeably low-functioning. Session One. Good morning, Mr. Harkness. 

Capt. Boomerang: G’day, mate. 

Hugo Strange: So, Mr. Harkness, how have you been feeling? 

Capt. Boomerang: Mister Harkness? I must be movin’ up in the world. Or gettin’ old. 

Hugo Strange: What do people usually call you, then, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: Things that you can’t repeat in polite society! (Laughs) But my mates call me Digger. 

Hugo Strange: Digger? 

Capt. Boomerang: Oz slang. Means soldier. My mum gave me the nickname when I was an anklebiter, and it’s stuck ever since.

Hugo Strange: Oz? Anklebiter? Are you speaking English, Mr. Harkness?

Capt. Boomerang: Don’t tell me you’ve never met someone from the Land Down Under, mate! 

Hugo Strange: You’re Australian? 

Capt. Boomerang: Reckon! What did you think I was? 

Hugo Strange: To be honest, I thought you were an American pretending to be an Australian. It would explain why your costumed alias is such a gigantic Australian stereotype. And why you have such a ridiculously strong accent. 

Capt. Boomerang: What are you talking about, mate? I ain’t got an accent any stronger than anyone else from Korumburra. 

Hugo Strange: Where? 

Capt. Boomerang: Crikey! You Yanks really don’t know anything about geography, do you? (Pause) Though I guess I can’t really blame you for not knowing Korumburra. It’s a dinky little place just outside of Melbourne. 

Hugo Strange: I see. (Pause) So tell me, Mr. Harkness...why boomerangs? 

Capt. Boomerang: They say to play to your strengths, mate. My strength happens to be throwing boomerangs. 

Hugo Strange: Yes, but why boomerangs specifically? Why not, say, throwing knives? 

Capt. Boomerang: ‘Cause Captain Throwing Knives don’t have the same ring to it, mate. (Laughs) But really, mate, the answer’s simple. After you throw a knife, you gotta retrieve it. Boomerangs? You don’t have to do that, ‘cause they always come back to you. Makes ‘em a real convenient weapon. 

Hugo Strange: Fair enough, I suppose. But why do it in that ridiculous boomerang-print stewardess outfit? And why call yourself Captain Boomerang? 

Capt. Boomerang: The costume and the name came from my ex-employer, W.W. Wiggins, not from me.

Hugo Strange: W.W. Wiggins? The...toy tycoon? 

Capt. Boomerang: That’s the one. He brought me to America to be his corporate shill. Captain Boomerang was supposed to be an advertising stunt for W.W. Wiggins’ toy boomerangs. 

Hugo Strange: (Trying to suppress laughter) You were...a toy mascot, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: For a couple of months, yeah. And let me tell you, for a bloke as rich as he is, W.W. Wiggins is a bloody cheapskate. 

Hugo Strange: Is that why you turned to crime, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: That, and the job was getting real old, real fast. I don’t know if you know this about anklebiters, mate, but they got a nasty habit of kicking toy mascots in the shins. 

Hugo Strange: So you took to a life of crime and turned the toy mascot into your supervillain identity? 

Captain Boomerang: Why not? Spared me the work of having to come up with a new identity. (Pause) And, as it turned out, helped me get some revenge, too. 

Hugo Strange: What do you mean, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: Well, I found out later that W.W. Wiggins is my bloody biological father! I’m his bloody son, and he knew that, but he still used me as a bloody corporate shill! 

Hugo Strange: And so now you see your use of his toy mascot for crimes as revenge on him for not telling you about your true relationship? 

Capt. Boomerang: Too right, mate! (Pause) But really, livin’ well? That’s the best revenge, mate...and since I became Captain Boomerang, well...I’ve been living really well! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Harkness, your records indicate that you spend all of your money on food, alcohol, and women.

Capt. Boomerang: Exactly! It’s like I always say: the only three things that really matter in life anyhow are a foamy, a feed, and a feature. 

Hugo Strange: (Frustrated) Mr. Harkness, you’re currently $10,000 dollars in debt. When you aren’t in prison, you live in places that are veritable dumps, and, other than the so-called Rogues, you have no friends. You spend most of your life either inebriated or hung over, you frequently wind up in the hospital after picking fights you have no hope of winning, and your family has all but disowned you. Your life, Mr. Harkness, is a disgrace. 

Capt. Boomerang: Says you. I think I’ve got a very desirable lifestyle, myself. 

Hugo Strange: I am starting to understand why the psychological report from Belle Reve described you as a low-functioning sociopath, Mr. Harkness. 

Capt. Boomerang: In speaking of Belle Reve, mate, why I am here and not there? I know Iron Heights ain’t in such good shape right now, but I can’t believe that Mrs. Waller would pass up an opportunity to get me back on the Suicide Squad. 

Hugo Strange: I don’t know, Mr. Harkness. The bureaucratic decisions that led to Arkham Asylum’s population increase have not yet been adequately explained to me-or, I must assume, to Mrs. Waller. All I can tell you is that all of you Rogues are currently the responsibility of the Arkham Hospital for the Criminally Insane, not of Belle Reve or any other prison. (Pause) Why do you call her Mrs. Waller? You don’t exactly seem like the type to respect authority figures. 

Capt. Boomerang: Have you met Mrs. Waller, mate? If you don’t respect her, she’ll eat you for brekkie! 

Hugo Strange: (Amused) I assume you had to learn that the hard way, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: None of your business, mate! 

Hugo Strange: I’ll assume that that means yes, Mr. Harkness.

Capt. Boomerang: (Petulantly) I gotta say, mate, you’re the nosiest warden I ever met. 

Hugo Strange: I am not a warden, Mr. Harkness. I am a psychologist. 

Capt. Boomerang: You’re a shrink? 

Hugo Strange: Yes. This is a therapy session, Mr. Harkness.

Capt. Boomerang: In that case, mate, you can go ahead and end the session right now. I’m perfectly happy with myself just the way I am! 

Hugo Strange: In your case, that is why you need treatment, Mr. Harkness. The fact that you are content with being a drunken thug shows a deficit in both personality and character, one that must be addressed-if only for the good of wider society. 

Capt. Boomerang: Look, mate. The only good I care about is the good of Digger Harkness. 

Hugo Strange: You cannot really believe that constant inebriation is good for you, Mr. Harkness. 

Capt. Boomerang: Ain’t exactly like I’m gonna be livin’ to a ripe old age, mate. Why not enjoy myself while I got the chance? 

Hugo Strange: (Changing the subject; the conversation clearly isn’t going anywhere) Your file says that you have a son, Mr. Harkness. 

Capt. Boomerang: I do. His name’s Owen. Little anklebiter’s a regular chip off the old block, he is. He throws boomerangs like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve been thinking of bringing him into the family business someday; once I get too old to run around fighting the Flash all the time. 

Hugo Strange: The family business...meaning costumed crime? 

Capt. Boomerang: Well, I ain’t gonna make my son a toy mascot. 

Hugo Strange: (Frustrated) Mr. Harkness, being a criminal is bad enough. Leading a child into a life of crime is far worse. 

Capt. Boomerang: I can’t see why. I’m a criminal, and life worked out just fine for me! 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Harkness, you know how much it hurts to be used by a father. If you lead your son into a life of crime to make your own life easier, you’ll be doing the same thing to him as Mr. Wiggins did to you, only worse. You’ve spent your entire adult life in institutions, Mr. Harkness. You know what they’re like. What do you think they would do to your son? 

Capt. Boomerang: (Long pause; then quietly) They’d kill ‘im. 

Hugo Strange: What was that, Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: I said that...that they’d kill ‘im. I do just fine in prison, ‘cause everybody knows that I’m one the meanest, dirtiest fighters in the business. But Owen? Unfortunately, that’s the one trait of mine he didn’t inherit. Kid’s actually nice; he couldn’t play dirty if his life depended on it. He’d be worse off than the bloody Piper! At least he has mind-control powers going for him. 

Hugo Strange: Exactly, Mr. Harkness. Do you still think it’s a good idea to lead your son into a life of crime? 

Capt. Boomerang: S’pose not, mate. Wouldn’t want to lose the only person who hero-worships me, now would I? 

(Long pause) 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Harkness? 

Capt. Boomerang: Yes, mate? 

Hugo Strange: You are disgusting. 

[grumpytheunicorn]

Livin the thug life

[djevilninja]

Benz, rims, dubs they keep spinnin', Cribs, jacuzzis chillin'. Clubs, good bud, what we call livin'; Thugs for life, that’s what we screamin'

Joe - Street Dreams

[lu-undy]

Un-alone, Chapter 7

Here it is!

“Hello…? Yeah, Dad, we’re here. Yeah, everything’s fine. No, no, we’re at Uncle Phil’s… Mum? Yeah, she’s alright. She’s talking to him right now so I thought I might just call and tell you we’re here, for you not to worry too much… Yeah, I can put her on the phone, hold on… Mum? Dad wants you on the phone!”

“Tell him I’m coming!” Caroline looked at her brother. “Hold on Phil, Mike’s going to worry otherwise.” 

“Go ahead, Carrie.”

The sixty-odd year old woman rose from the sofa and went to the telephone, leaving her brother on his sofa. 

"Thanks, Micky, go with your Uncle, I'll be a minute." She gently tapped her son's arm and the tall man nodded.

He went to his uncle and sat on the armchair next to the sofa. The Aussie put his hat and his aviators on the coffee table.

"So, Micky, how're you? How was the flight and all? Oh by the way, here… Your mum's poured you a cup of tea while you were on the phone…”

“Oh, thanks…” Mundy took the cup that his uncle was handing him and nodded in thanks. Micky was the nickname that his family used with him. “Flight’s been bloody long. America’s so far from home and New Mexico’s not on the East coast either so, eh... I slept for most of it but Mum was a bit restless.”

“Ah, I’m not surprised. I know your Mum, she’s always been active and energetic like that.” Phil chuckled. “But all went well on your way here?”

“Yeah, not too bad.” Mundy took a sip of his tea. “Had to drive to the airport for a few hours first. Dropped the van to be delivered here soon hopefully, and then we took the plane with Mum.”

“I see. And what're you doin' now? Still hunting?" Philip drank his tea and offered some biscuits to his nephew.

"Ah, thanks. And uh, yeah, same old." Mundy smiled. "I still hunt."

"Dad still angry about it?" 

"Not really angry. He's more than used to it by now. But he'd rather I just helped in the farm, for sure." 

"Ah, can't blame him. Guns are dangerous, eh."

They nodded and both took a sip of their tea. 

"You make tea exactly like Mum." Mundy chuckled.

"Bah, y'know your mum, she didn't let me do it! She made that herself… Gosh, Caroline! I told her, you took the car for hours and then the plane for hours, you must be dead tired. But y'know how you can't reason with your mum, eh?"

"Yeah, I do…" Mundy smiled.

"So what's new back home?"

"Bah, not much… Mum and Dad are still lookin' after the chickens and geese. I help in between contracts. But you, Uncle Phil? You got injured? Mum told me it was at work…?" 

Philip nodded. 

"Yeah, y'know, bein' a policeman here ain't always easy."

"What happened?"

"Got beaten up by a group of thugs."

"Mum said something about gunshots." 

"Yeah, it was two gangs goin' at each other. Young folks, really. Such a shame to see kids like this these days. But yeah, there were a few gunshots and one caught my leg."

"Oh wow…" Mundy nodded. "When did that happen?" 

"About a few weeks ago now…? Yeah, a couple of weeks ago." 

"And you still walk with a cane and a limp, eh?" Mundy asked, nodding at the cane resting against the side of the couch. 

"Yeah…" Philip frowned and scratched his bushy moustache. "Goin' through therapy, but y'know, I ain't young anymore so it'll take a long time before it'll go back to normal."

"That what the doctors said?" 

"Yeah." Philip nodded. "They said I might even retire before it's complete history." 

"Oh, bugger… Can you work again at least or…?" 

"Well, I'll only do desk stuff but no field work." Philip seemed saddened by it. 

"Ah, I'm sorry, Uncle Phil…" Mundy scratched his short, brown hair.

"Bah, I was due to retire in a few months, so it doesn't change much. Just means I can take it easy a few months in advance." 

"But you really liked your job, right?" Mundy asked. 

"Oh yeah, as much as you yours." 

They smiled and nodded at each other. Caroline came back and sat next to her brother on the sofa. 

"Alright, Mike's alright. I told him about the van." She said, looking at her son, Mundy. 

"What's wrong with it?" Philip asked. 

"They said it's gonna arrive in a week or so." Caroline answered. "They’re having delays for some reason."

"You're welcome to use my car whenever you need, eh." Philip offered. “You didn’t need to get Mike’s van over the ocean.”

"Oh, thanks, Phil'. It'll come in handy, I'm sure. And it’s Micky’s van now." She chuckled and was interrupted by Philip's dog coming to lay on Mundy's lap. 

"Marty, get off of Micky's lap, you big boy…!" 

Marty was a German shepherd. He was Philip's life companion for the past decade now. 

"He's fine, Uncle Phil, let him do… Yeah, good boy…!" Mundy was spoiling the dog with pets and scratches. The canine went to fetch a toy and brought it to the Aussie. 

"You can take him to the backyard and play there with him if you want, Micky." 

"Oh, for sure, c'mon, let's go, big boy…!" Mundy collected his hat and aviators from the coffee table before he exited the living-room through the French window, closely followed by the dog. 

That left Caroline and Philip chatting together. 

"Micky's told me Mike still doesn't like his huntin', eh?" Philip asked and his sister nodded. 

“To be honest, we never agreed to it or liked the idea. It’s dangerous. I mean, you’re livin’ proof that carryin’ a gun can get you at the wrong end of another one.”

“Yeah, but he’s not huntin’ people, is he? They're just beasts.”

“Beasts that could rip your leg off better than that bullet you took, Phil’.” Caroline sipped on her tea. “Nah, we’ve tried to get him interested in anything else. We got him to play in a pub.”

“Play?” Phil repeated.

“The sax. He’s quite decent.” Caroline explained and pushed her pink glasses back up her nose. 

“But?” Phil anticipated.

“But he likes to do it on the side… He really likes huntin’ and he’s the best at it. He’s now got a reputation. Sometimes, he says he has work, takes the van and drives off for days. We don’t know where he goes, what he does, but he comes back with heaps of money…!”

“You don’t think he’s doin’ anything dodgy, is he?” Phil asked, his policeman instincts kicking in.

“I don’t know. We’ve asked him countless times and he always says that it’s the price for capturing rare game but…” Caroline shook her head. “I can’t help but think there’s more to it. Once, the police came along with some men who didn’t look like regular police. They took him away to have a chat. In the end, he told us he landed a contract that paid generously, and oh boy it did! We redid part of the house with that money…! But what the job was exactly, he couldn’t tell us. He said the police asked him to be quiet about it.”

“Well if it’s the police askin’ and he’s free, that means he helped them, he wasn’t against them, so I wouldn’t worry.”

“I can’t help it…” Caroline raised her eyes and saw Mundy play with the dog through the French window.

"Hey, Carrie, the boy's a grown up man now. And if the police comes for him to work, that means he's real good… How old is he now?"

"Almost forty."

"And still livin' with you and Mike?" 

"Nah, yeah…" 

"He doesn't wanna go?" Phil asked. 

"I don't know. We never really discussed it."

“D’you think he does the huntin' work only for the money? If he earns a lot of it, he might just continue it for the cash.” Phil asked.

“Yeah, nah.” Caroline shook her head. “It's not for the money. He takes a lot of work for free…"

"For free? Hell…" Phil chuckled. "And what about, y'know, findin' a good woman and all?" 

"Oh God, if only I knew what was goin' on with him…" Caroline shook her head. "He never brings anyone home and he never talks about these things. Even with his dad. He's never, y'know, just checked a sheila out or let his eyes linger. It's like he doesn't feel a thing for them."

"I can ask. Maybe he can't talk to y'all about it but is happy to open up to someone else?"

"Maybe."

There was a pause. 

"He doesn't seem too unhappy about it all, eh?" Phil nodded to Mundy who was playing fetch with Marty. 

"Nah, he doesn't but… We'd love to see him bring someone home, y'know. I wonder if he does have someone but just hides it."

"Why would he do that?" 

"I don't know. Last time he talked about a pretty sheila, he was back in primary school. Since then, it's been different." 

"Hm." Phil finished his tea. "And what about Mike? How's he? You left him alone to come and see me?"

Caroline shook her head.

"Yeah, nah, he’s got his brother over and it’s rugby season. I just have to call them to stay away from havin’ barbies everyday.” She chuckled. 

“Oh I’m sure he’ll be reasonable.” Phil joined her chuckles. 

“Yeah, as long as I call him enough…!”

“I’m happy you could visit, Carrie.”

Brother and sister exchanged smiles. 

“It’s been a while since we last saw each other. Micky was much younger. He’s a man and a half now. And not bad-lookin’ at all!” Phil added.

“Yeah, he’s a fine bloke. And you need someone to help with that leg of yours… You should have called and told me right when it happened! Why wait a few weeks?”

“Yeah, like I’d stop middle of the shootin’ to go to the nearest phone, call in Oz’ and tell you about it…!” Phil joked and chuckled.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Phil..!”

“I know, I know, just jokin’. But I just didn’t want to scare y’all. You’re far from me and if I’d called you and said ‘oh hey, Carrie, I just got shot but everythin’s fine’, you'd have jumped in the first plane with your old age and your even older Mike to come and see me…!”

“Oi, you’re older than me and Mike’s your age!” She answered with a laugh. “Besides, here I am anyway with Micky.”

“Yeah, thanks for visitin’, really. I’m sure you’ll help a lot.”

“Of course I will…!”

“But yeah, you convinced Micky to come and Mike to stay?” Phil asked, his tone coming back to being a bit more serious.

“To be honest…” Caroline cast a glance over to Mundy. He was busy and far in the backyard, beyond the French window. In a word, he was out of earshot. “We had to kind of push him.”

“Push him to do what?”

“To come with me.” Caroline explained. 

“He wanted to stay with his Dad?”

“Yeah, nah, he just… He didn’t wanna stay with his Dad per se, but he likes to stick to the van. He practically lives there, you know, when he disappears off.”

“Ah, I see.” Phil nodded. “But don’t worry, Carrie. I’d be proud if I were you.”

“What? Why?” She raised a curious eyebrow.

“If the police come to him for help, he’s really good.” The old man poured more tea for his sister and himself. “We don’t get other folks to do our job, and if we ever do, we’re either forced to, or they’re so good that it hurts for us to admit it. Micky might be both.”

Caroline nodded but bobbed her head left and right.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Why force him to come?”

“I’m old, Phil, and I don’t like travellin’ that much.”

“Neither does he, from what you’re tellin’ me.”

“Yeah but... “

“Carrie?”

Caroline raised her eyes to her elder brother.

“I know you’re hidin’ somethin’. Tell me.”

She bit her lip and looked through the window again. Mundy was still absorbed in whatever he was doing with the dog.

“I’m a bit worried. I think he��� He might be happy at work but…”

“But what?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t even know…!”

-- A few days later --

“Here, let me help…”

“Nah, it’s alright, Micky.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! Look, I just need to put the cane first, then this leg and - oof!- this one…! Ah, thanks, son.”

  Mundy helped his uncle get in the car anyway. 

“Alright, you’ll have to guide me, Uncle Phil.” The younger man hopped in the car.

“Yeah, it’s not too far. Let’s get to the café that I like and you’ll tell me what you think of their coffee, yeah?”

“Mum’s not comin’?” Mundy asked.

“Nah, she wants some quiet time without boys ruinin’ her cleanin’ the house. I got told off this mornin’ cause the house wasn’t clean enough for her standards!” 

“Sounds like Mum alright.” Both chuckled and Mundy adjusted the mirrors and the driver’s seat, fastening his seatbelt.

“Alright, let’s go, son.”

The drive was quiet. Phil told his nephew about the neighbourhood and how it had changed over the years, on the few occasions that they stopped at a red light. 

“Where can we park?”

“Behind the thing, take it left here… And there.”

Mundy parked and went around to help his uncle out. 

“The place looks nice and cosy, eh?” The young man said.

“Yeah, that’s why I like it.” Philip answered and they made their way in. “Here, that’s my table.”

The gentle smell of coffee wrapped them up as Mundy discovered the decor. Cosy was the right word for it. It practically looked like a living-room with the sofas and fireplace, the coffee table and magazines. The rest of the room had the classic restaurant/café layout with tables and chairs but that living-room corner looked very comfortable indeed. The walls were wooden and the beams of dark wood in the ceiling were clearly quite old. It reinforced the overall rustic yet familiar atmosphere.

“Oh hey, Phil!” The café owner greeted him.

“Hey Bob, how are ya?”

“Alright. Who’s this friend with you?” Bob asked as he made his way to Philip and his younger nephew. He was a big man in his late fifties for sure. Salt and pepper hair with more salt than pepper already and big square glasses on a nose that went with the proportions of the large man. Bob wore an apron with the colors and logo of the café and threw the tea towel he was holding on his shoulder.

“That here's my nephew, Micky. He’s come with his Mum to help out, while my bad leg heals up.”

“Oh, brilliant! Where are you guys from?” Bob looked at Mundy who took a seat opposite his uncle. He removed his hat but kept the aviators on. 

“From Australia.”

“That’s quite the trip, eh?”

“Yeah.” Mundy smiled.

“Alrighty then, I’ll let you make up your mind. Coffee’s on me, Phil. No, no, don’t even try to argue!” 

The three men exchanged a chuckle.

“Alright, Bobby, can you give us your classic. Make it two, I want the kid here to try it. Careful, he knows his way around coffees, eh?” Philip answered. 

“Sure thing! Two of Phil’s usual, on their way…!” Bob left Phil and his nephew in peace.

“So, how d’you find America so far, Micky?”

“Not so different from home. You just drive on the right, which confused me a bit but now I think I’m getting used to it.”

“Here, two classics. Enjoy, folks!” Bob put the two cups on the table and added a packet of chocolate for each before leaving them. 

Mundy and Phil were sitting in a corner of the café, next to the window. 

“Go ahead, son, and tell me.”

Mundy took a careful sip and let it invade his mouth, cover his palate and hug his tongue warmly. It was the beginning of October now and the weather was colder than in his native Australia, so the hot coffee was very welcome. 

“Mh… I like it.”

“Yeah?” Phil insisted.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s not too strong or bitter. It’s well balanced without being fruity or too sweet.”

“Gosh, listen to you talk,...!” Phil laughed. “You sound like one of those so called experts they bring on TV or somethin’, heh.”

“I’m just used to drinkin’ loads of coffee.” Mundy explained.

“Drink it when you work?”

“Yeah, all the time.” Mundy nodded and smiled. “I really like it.”

“Even when you’re in the desert, scorchin’ sun and all?” Phil asked.

“Oh yeah, absolutely.” Mundy answered. “It’s really good to drink something hot when it's hot. Helps you sweat and regulate your body temperature. They do that in the Sahara, only with tea and not coffee.”

“Right, right, I didn’t know that, but now that you say it, it kinda makes sense. So talkin’ about your work, tell me what it’s like.”

“What?” Mundy chuckled.

“You a hunter, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So tell me how and what you hunt, son!”

“Oh, uh, you sure?” Mundy asked, raising a surprised eyebrow.

“O’course! Why d’you sound shocked?”

“Cause Mum and Dad don’t really like what I’m doin’ so I don’t really uh… I’m not used to talkin’ about it, is all.” Mundy lowered his head, as if ashamed.

“Yeah and I understand your folks but I’m not them. Besides, I’m a policeman. I’m sure your Mum doesn’t like my job either for the same reason she’s not fond of yours.”

“Fair, yeah.” Mundy nodded, raising his head back for his eyes to meet with his uncle’s.

“So, go ahead! Tell me everythin’!”

Seeing his uncle’s enthusiasm made him blush for an instant. Mundy felt put on the spot. He looked around them and the other customers in the café didn’t pay the last bit of attention to them. He smiled and took a bit of air before starting.

[fitzefitcher]

HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY ICC!! GIVE ME THE FUCKING HORSE

Lord marrowgar // you spin me round (like a record) - M.A.N. BONE STOOOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMMM

Lady deathwhisper // livin’ la vida loca - ricky martin THE ADDS? THE ADDS? PLEASE? THE ADDS, GUYS-

Gunship battle // I’m on a boat - lonely island ft. t-pain I accept the parachute every fucking time even though ive literally never used it not even once

Deathbringer saurfang // x gon give it to ya - DMX It means “thug life” in Orcish

Festergut // 80s remix: numb - jerry galeries tfw you hit the pissy shitty jokes wing

Rotface // poker face - lady gaga ribbon? ribbon? ribbon?

Professor putricide // futurama theme - Christopher Tyng Insert low-hanging fruit here

Blood prince council // backstreet’s back - backstreet boys Naxxanar was merely a setbackstreet boy

Blood queen lana’thel // ...baby one more time - britney spears FOR FUCK’S SAKE IT WAS MY TURN TO GET BITTEN THIS WEEK FOR THE ACHIEVE, WHAT THE FUCK, JEREMY

Sister Svalna // mambo number five (bike horn version) - aberrantkenosis Who’s gonna be the lucky corpse

Dreamwalker valithria // bring me to life - evanescence Man why we always fuckin rescuing green dragons. Why is it always green dragons that fuck up

Frost queen sindragosa // ice ice baby - vanilla ice BETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYS YOU

Lich King // Bohemian Rhapsody - queen Arthas stans vs the world

[BONUS] // Patty Mattson - Jing a Jing SYLVANAS SAID JINGLE BELLS

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[jessilynse]

Better With Age; Lailathwen Leblanc

"Me, at twenty? Well, that would've been a couple years before I got caught up in the Scion's business and everything that entails. I'd been getting by doin' odd jobs here are there, fending for myself after striking out of my own. Had a bit of a falling out with my parents you see, they weren't exactly pleased by my distaste of tribal tradition and my new-found individuality. One thing led to another, and it became pretty clear the tribe didn't have a place for someone like me, so I had to go elsewhere. 

 "Anyroad, so I was out of my own. Livin' was tough, but you scrimp, and save, and do what you gotta to survive. Eventually, I got it into my head that life would be better out in the Shroud—no jackbooted thugs stomping about, lush greenery so you'd never go hungry, proper cities where you could live out your days in peace. Who wouldn't want a piece of that? 'Course, there was one thing standing in the way of that, and a big one too—Baelsar's blasted Wall.

"Now, it's not easy to get across the Wall, obviously, but not impossible if you believe the stories. Every now and then, you’d get rumours of sods who’d found a way across to where the grass is greener, and we ate it up. When there wasn’t enough to fill our bellies, we’d find sustenance in the tales of people reaching freedom. Now, I’ve no idea whether any of those stories were true, mind you. I’m more inclined nowadays to think they were intentional cover for folks “disappeared” by the Empire, so nobody gets inclined to ask too many questions. But, after enough time, I decided I was gonna be the next one to cross over.

“You’ve seen the Wall, yeah? It’s like if you took a Garlean Castrum, and then just made a row of them as far as you could see. This wasn’t hopping over someone’s picket fence. And we weren’t allowed within a hundred yalms of the thing, only the Legion could go inside. So I figure, if only Garlean Soldiers are allowed inside, then I needed to get recruited by the XIVth Legion. Then I could hop the wall and wave that life behind.

"'Course, getting recruited wasn’t exactly a simple task either. With no active campaigns in the region, the XIVth wasn’t in dire need of soldiers, and had become picky in who they recruited. I, meanwhile, had spurned just about everything my parents had encouraged me to do, which had unfortunately included lessons in combat, so I wasn’t much in a fight. Still, I was determined, so I insisted to my local Prius Prior that the let me sign on with them. I had no interest in bravely serving Garlemald, to be clear, my intentions were solely to escape, but after a lifetime of lying about who you are, you get pretty good at concealing your true allegiances. After a moon or so of pestering him day after day about it, eventually he conceded me an opportunity: I could go one-on-one with one of their fresh recruits, and if I beat him, I’d be allowed to sign on.

"Now, as mentioned, I had no experience in a fight. I’d started learning what I could from whoever would give the the time of day, but I knew on the day of my match I’d be nowhere near the level of my opponent. Still, I had to try. So when I was introduced to the towering pure-blooded Garlean man, I knew I was in for trouble. I’ll save you the play-by-play, but naturally I got thrashed. I did land a blow on him, near the end. He was coming at me, blunted training sword at the ready. And then, just in a flash of my mind’s eye, I saw exactly what he was going to do, how he was going to swing and where it was going to hit me. In a instant, I dodged behind him, and stuck him along his back. I didn’t know it at the time, but the Echo had let me see what was coming, and let me act on it. I’d been having visions occasionally for a year or so by that point, but never anything like that.

"Anyway, so I landed one strike on him, then he whirled around a knocked me to the dirt with a final blow, sword spinning away from my hand. I’d lost. I could see the Pilus clapping smugly, clearly ready to be rid of me, but my sparring partner held up his hand. ‘She shows potential. I would have her trained properly,’ he said. You know who that was? Only the man himself, Gaius van bloody Baelsar! Apparently just arrived from Ala Mhigo for an inspection of the wall, he’d caught wind of my “initiation” and wanted to size me up himself. Everything after that was a whirl, getting dragged here and there as I was trained, fitted, equipped, indoctrinated. Then, after it all, where did I get sent? Castrum Abania, east of the Peaks. Right opposite of where I wanted to be.

"I was bitter for a while, what with my plan going so far awry, but after a while, I settled into service. It was a fairly quiet station, simple patrols and the occasional inspection of Ala Ghiri nearby. Food was never fancy, but it was filling, and that and a warm bed each night wasn’t a half-bad deal. It wasn’t until, a day after quelling a small resistance demonstration in Ala Ghiri, I’d realized how much had changed. My bunk-mate, a stand-up lass from Othard, went off about the “savages” that had started the trouble and they really oughta just give up at this point. There was no way any of them would ever outmatch the Empire, and it would be better to save their skins and our time by just letting it go. And I found myself agreeing with her. That’s what scared me. My mocking dedication to the Empire had turned genuine at some point. I’d given my allegiance to who could give me bread each night, damn whatever I had to do to earn it. That night, I renewed my commitment to escaping that bloody fortress, and make my way across to Eorzea.

"Not too much happened after that. A few moons after, I volunteered for a transfer back to Baelsar’s Wall. I’d served well enough in Castrum Abania to be selected for scouting patrols into the Shroud, and on one of them we encounter a squad of Wood Wailers. In the confusion, I managed to slip away, and the rest is history. That more or less the story of how "Lailathwen oen Nerayna" made her way to Eorzea."

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"Gosh, I haven't the faintest where I’ll be at 40. That'd be another decade and half, and considering all that's happened in the last decade, I'm not sure I could make any reliable guesses. I would hope I'd be able to retire by then, adventurin' and world savin' take a lot out of you, it'd be nice if the cataclysmic disasters threatening to destroy the world were a little less frequent. I'd spend a lot of time with my husband, of course. Fishing trips, sightseeing, you know... I guess that's the sort of thing we'd get up to. Honestly, I have a rough time making plans a year or two down the road, just by the nature of our work. You really can't ever be sure what's going to happen next. So just visualizing 40? Out of my range."

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"Goodness, you serious? Do I even know anyone in their 60s? Let me think... Is he? No, no... Hmph, closest I can think of Gaius Baelsar, who I believe is pushing 50-something. Hey, don't look at me like that! When I agreed to this interview, I certainly didn't think he'd come up as much as he has. Twice today is two times too many, if you ask me.

"Anyroad, by that point, definitely retired. Ah, should have mentioned this for the last question, but would probably want a few little gremlins running about the house at some point. At 60, they'd be out on their own, I suppose. Hmmm, the Warrior of Light, a tottering ol' granny, baking cookies and caring for kittens. Do you see it? I don't know if I do, haha. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see!"

(Wanted to try something a lil different, thanks for the opportunity @bard-of-light​! Tagging @lavenderleblanc and @oreoz-unfortunately​!)