#making him laugh or being as charasmatic as others were

[louistardust]

already feels like a dream ❤️‍🔥

[snenbubs]

I love the way you write Mammon! It feels very close to canon to me! I'm currently working on my Helluva Boss oc who is a soft-spoken, chubby succubus with social anxiety and a soft girl aesthetic and who is more open and fun with those she's close with, so I was wondering what it would be like if Mammon had an S/O who was kinda like this?

AAAAH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! IT MEANS A LOT! Your oc sounds so cool! :D

NOW THEN.

- Your personalities would differ a lot: he, a boisterous, charasmatic, self-centred Royal who often surrounds himself with outspoken and loud personalities, vs. you, a gentle Hellborn who kept to yourself.

- It was unusual, ESPECIALLY, in Hell. And especially because you were a succubus. You were supposed to be flirty, and sexual, loud and comical - but you weren't.

- When he met you for the first time, you acted differently toward him than most did. Most fanned and screamed about how much of an honour it was to meet him, he'd soak up their praise like a sponge to water. Yet, you didn't. When he met you, you were quiet. Meek and polite, you stumbled and fumbled over your words. Most of the time you kept to yourself, only speaking when spoken to.

- It intrigued him, and it was definitely where his attraction toward you started. He had lived a LONG immortal life, yet you were so very unique, and different from all the demons he had met before.

- SO, he'd make an effort to catch your attention. Insisting the two of you become friends so that you could hang out more often.

- At first your differing personalities clashed a lot.

- Mammon was quite overwhelming to be around, but after a LOT of coaxing, and dinners, and hang-outs, and being within the general vicinity of each other, you got used to his eccentric, touchy-feely personality and you actually quite enjoy being around him!

- From that, you start opening up more around him! He definitely noticed the changes in your personality.

- You were more talkative, to start. Catching onto his jokes quickly and instead of just laughing, you continued the bit. You were more likely to start conversations, compliment him, and just chat with him. You were still rather soft-spoken, as it seemed that you were just a calm individual, but this behaviour was new.

- Then, you sought out Mammon's presence on your own terms, almost like a cat in a new home. Instead of him having to arrange to be around you, you started finding his presence comforting and friendly so you willingly stayed by his side.

- After a while, you also started to get a bit flirty with him, in a typical, succubus way. This caught him off guard. He thought you averted away from typical succubus behaviours, but he was so very wrong. All you needed was to get comfortable with him.

- I personally think however, that if he saw you being like this with someone else before you had the chance to open up to him, he'd get quite jealous.

- After all, you were his friend, weren't you? Did you not like him enough? Was he not trying hard enough? Did he need to threaten that person to stay away from you?

- All of these insecurities go away once you open up to him, though. He's just a bit dramatic.

- Its after you open up to him that the real romance begins to start, however.

- There had been moments beforehand, of course. Lingering touches, and gazes, offhand comments and awkward tensions but it was more prominent now.

- Now, especially because of how you flirt with him, and how he reciprocates such acts deviously, the two of you were more confident with your advances. It really didn't take long at all for it to become a thing.

- He loves holding you, and cuddling you, but you're such a benign demon that you feel so delicate in his hands. He worries he may hurt you.

- But yeah!! Overall, Mammon adores you and you adore him. He finds you adorable, and pretty, and your gentle personality is what draws him into you so much despite how much it clashes with his own.

- He never once tried to tone his eccentricity down around you so honestly he's lucky you opened up and took an intrest in him instead of finding him overwhelming and annoying.

I hope you like this! If you don't then m sorry 🫠Sorry for how late the response was! Its mocks season in College rn nd its AAUUGH

if u liked it pls leave an ask i love getting them nd answering them :3

[daisies-daydreams]

Indulgence (Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader)

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Breast/Nipple Play, Blowjob, Titjob, Reader has big tiddies Word Count: 1.3k+ A/N: I started watching the Swordsmith Village arc and got back into the KNY mood. 😳🤭

A pair of scarlet and golden eyes gazed up at you as your lover gently flicked his tongue over your hard nipple. You moaned as he rubbed your other bud between his rough fingertips. A wave of heat rushed through your core as he flattened his tongue over your nub, painting slow, steady strokes across your sensitive flesh. Pleasure rippled through your body when he nibbled on your breast, squeezing it between his teeth.

“No matter which part of you I taste, you’re always so sweet, my love,” the man husked against your skin. You shivered as his warm breath cascaded down the valley of your supple breasts. Kyojuro flashed you a charasmatic grin before he pressed a wet kiss over your areola. A loud moan escaped from your lips as he puckered his lips around your sensitive bud, his digits tenderly pinching and twisting your other nipple. 

“K-Kyo,” you mewled breathily as you scrunched his soft, golden hair between your fingers. You felt him smile against your tit before he pulled back with a slick “pop”. He licked his plump lips as his eyes glowed with an insatiable hunger. You swallowed as he cupped your cheek.

“(Y/N)…would it be alright if we tried something new tonight?” Kyojuro murmured. You bit your lip.

“What exactly did you want to try?” you asked. The crackling fire in the irori highlighted his sharp features as he leaned down to peck your lips. He wore a bright smile as his cheeks flushed a darker shade of crimson. 

“Well, I was thinking of perhaps putting my cock between your beautiful breasts,” he suggested. You felt your heart stop. You've never heard him say something so lewd-Kyojuro was always so polite when the two of you were intimate. You stared into his eyes, the tips of your ears burning as you imagined his thick length dragging between your plush tits. You placed your hand over his before nudging your face against his palm. 

“Let’s try it,” you beamed. Kyojuro let out a booming laugh. 

“I like your spirit!” he cheered before sliding back. You propped yourself up on your forearms as you watched him discard his clothes. Drool pooled inside your mouth as you saw his flush cock spring free from the confines of his pants. Despite the fat tip of his dick being hidden by his foreskin, you could still make out the thick beads of precum that leaked from his slit. Kyojuro let out a breathy sigh as he crawled on top of you. Despite his wide smile, there seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. You nodded fervently as you pushed your breasts together, slightly kneading them in your hands.

“Please, Kyo,” you replied with a soft moan. His eyes widened and before you knew it, he slotted his muscular legs on either side of your body. Your breath stuttered when he hovered the cherry-red tip of his cock just over your mouth. He tilted his head and smiled. 

“Before we do that, may I feel the way your lips wrap around my cock so sweetly?” Kyojuro asked in a low whisper. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. Your lover chuckled before letting the crown of his member rest against your lips.

“Such a good girl,” he purred. Your pussy gushed as he gently rocked his hips forward. You moaned as Kyojuro slid his shaft against your tongue, the delectable taste of his salty precum flooding your tastebuds. Your love grunted above you as you curled your lips around his shaft and hollowed your cheeks.

“Ohhh yes,” he groaned as the large vein on the bottom of his shaft dragged along your soft, wet tongue. You moved your hands to rest on his thighs as he pumped his hips. He gazed down at you with such admiration, a loving spark in his eyes that made your cheeks fill with heat. 

“Mmm you feel so-ah-so warm my love,” he panted. You moaned in reply, causing his dick to twitch. You suppressed the urge to gag when Kyojuro nearly pushed his cock down your throat, hot tears pricked the corner of your eyes. You hollow your cheeks even more as he pumped his cock inside your mouth at a faster pace. Your spit spilled past your lips and down your chin as you rolled your eyes back, your jaw starting to sting at the stretch. You widened your eyes when Kyojuro suddenly pulled back with a wet squelch, leaving you gasping and panting for air. You gazed up at him with wet, glossy eyes. 

“You feel amazing, my little flame, but I still want to feel your soft breasts around my cock,” he winked. Your core throbbed at his words as you bit your lip and pushed your breasts together again. Kyojuro adjusted his thighs, his thick, wet shaft poking at your cleavage. You swallowed at the feeling of his slick cock pulsate against your chest. He smiled as he slowly pushed his head between your breasts. The sensation caused a blanket of goosebumps to cover your flesh.

His thighs shook around you as he pushed inch by inch. Your chest rose and fell as the red tip of his cock peeked through and just barely brushed over your glossy bottom lip. His breath hitched when you gingerly kissed his head and swiped your tongue over his dribbling slit. 

“C-Careful now. I might cum sooner than I-ohhh,” he clenched his legs as you suckled on his tip, sending him a teasing smirk all the while. Kyojuro took a deep breath before he slowly pulled back, dragging a long string of saliva from your swollen lips.

You squeezed the sides of your breasts as he slid his cock in and out, each drag making his member swell a little more. You kept your mouth opened, kissing his tip each time he thrusted forward. His grunts and moans tumbled through the room as you kept his cock sealed between your tits. You stuck your tongue out, savoring his heady taste as he dragged his hips forward. 

“Y-Yes my love, you feel so good, ah, so soft around me,” Kyojuro praised. You moaned as your walls fluttered around nothing, your mind reeling as his heavy balls rubbed against the bottom of your breasts. You yelped when he started to thrust even faster, your tits jiggling in your grasp as your love panted above you.

“I-I love you, (Y/N). I-“ Kyojuro released a deep growl as he snapped his hips forward for the last time. You moaned as he slotted his cock between your lips, his hot cum flooding your mouth and dripping down your tight throat. You watched as he shivered above you, his Adam’s apple bobbing while his cock throbbed incessantly. You gulped down his release, feeling his seed coat your throat as some spilled past your lips. 

Kyojuro released a shaky breath before slowly blinking his eyes. He stared at you with a drunk, half-lidded gaze before slowly pulling back. Your love hummed as he reached down, swiping at the loose trails of cum from your mouth. Before he could pull away, you caught his hand and licked along his thumb. His breath hitched as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his digit before swallowing down his spend. He chuckled before patting your cheek. 

“That was amazing, my dear. Thank you for indulging me,” he said. You smiled and leaned into his touch, his palm warm and radiating like the sun. You frowned when he pulled away, only to gasp as he tugged at your clothes. You watched with wide eyes as he stripped you of your undergarments and pushed your legs over his muscular shoulders. You shuddered as his mouth lingered just above the mound of your slick folds. 

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to indulge you as well,” he murmured softly with a wry grin.

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Akaashi Keiji: Unspoken

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: fluff

• It’s an unspoken thing, but it will have to be said aloud eventually. Especially when others notice before you do.

Warnings: None

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It's not exclusive.

Heck, you aren't even dating.

It's just this… unspoken thing.

The key word being unspoken, considering you dare not breathe a word to Akaashi about it. You're friends of course, you're around each other consistently, but not constantly.

There were things you'd do for each other, friendly touches, unnecessary gestures and knowing smiles - it wasn't unusual to see you together at all.

So much so, that Bokuto simply viewed you as two halves of a whole - except in Volleyball, where he and Akaashi were one.

"Hey hey hey! Oh, is my Setter not with you either?"

"What do you mean either?" You raised a perplexed brow at your charasmatic friend, enthusiastically vibrant as ever, prior to tilting his head questioningly at your words.

"If he's not with the Volleyball team then Akaashi is usually with you, everyone knows that!"

"Then everyone is wro—"

"Finally, I've been looking for you. Hello to you too Bokuto-san." Keiji came to a comfortable stop by your side, nodding to his Ace as acknowledgment - the Captain smugly nudging your arm.

"Eh eh? Told you so~"

———

However, you also knew Akaashi was desirable much like most successful High School athletes. Technically he wasn't with you so you had endured many approaching you asking for his personal preferences all before Fukurōdani matches, on Valentine's and at Christmas.

Amusing really, Keiji was always grateful for the kindness but never thrived off of attention like Kōtarō did, hence why he'd casually rest his head on your shoulder occasionally when socially drained - a tired wistful sigh escaping him whilst he murmured his appreciation for your presence.

“Why can’t they focus on Bokuto-san, it’d make him play better.” Came the quiet voice of Keiji, sounding as if he was thinking to himself until he gently nudged you to prompt for an answer since you were leaning against him whilst he read.

The secluded corner of the library was safe from fans, and his actions only made you smirk. “Maybe because he already gets so much attention? Or you simply match their personal preferences.”

“Hm, valid points. However, my preferences involve doing this, so thank you for listening and being here as always.”

“Sure, feeling is mutual~” Your tone was casual, a breathy laugh accompanying it once he’d nuzzled against you to elicit such a sound before returning to his book.

———

It was ironically the Christmas period where this 'unspoken thing' came falling down as softly as the delicate snowflakes outside.

Mistletoe wasn't classed as a classic tradition in Japan but word had spread anyway, the transfer students certainly assisted in that matter.

Your breath felt as if it were sucked from your lungs, your heart had stammer to a stop like that of a car crash and all you could do was stare at the scene with the accompaniment of enamoured awe from the witnessing students.

"Hey what's got you so— oh..." Bokuto confidently started, dwindling to quiet realisation the moment he'd followed your heartbroken gaze to his Setter and the fellow second year.

She kissed him. Under the mistletoe.

"Uh— Nothing! Look at Akaashi go huh?" You harshly knocked yourself from your stupor so hard you might’ve got whiplash when plastering on a false smile and looking toward the Ace, who you're certain didn't believe you judging by the hand awkwardly reaching for the back of his neck.

"Yeah but aren't you guys sorta—"

"We should stop staring, I should stop staring, it’s rude. Damn I hate this feeling, can you spike me? In the face? With a solid serve? That'd be so great Bokuto, it’d knock this image out of my head."

"Yeah okay! As long as you set for me so I can perform a killer cross-shot — to the floor, and not your face."

Before you could run out of there, oblivious to the confused glances the student body were shooting between you and the former mistletoe victims, a delicate but confident hand laced your wrist.

Finding none other than the perpetrator, you remained at a loss when meeting her smiling eyes. It wasn't her fault, Akaashi and yourself weren't exclusive. This unspoken thing was probably all in your head anyway - neither of you had breathed a word of it afterall - which meant you’d likely imagined the feeling. The only thing you knew now was that you definitely had romantic feelings for Keiji, based on the sheer suffocating of your lungs less than 2 minutes ago at least.

You want to glare at her, yet there was no reason to. Her next actions were thought to be predictable though, either issuing a thanks or asking you for Akaashis number, heck even attempt to befriend you.

None of the above.

It was unspoken, actions being far more prevalent in the situation once she'd tugged you slightly and cupped your jaw with an admiration crossing her irises.

It was all in one fluid motion, lasting no more than a few seconds with yourself being too stunned to even blink which ironically mirrored the reactions of all flabbergasted onlookers.

She kissed you.

You weren't sure whether or not it was a cultural thing, or it was amongst her personal beliefs, or even if she was just eccentric - either way, you had no time to decipher that.

Bowing before you, the girl offered sincere apologies upon meeting your gaze with a sympathetic expression of guilt.

"I'm sorry for kissing Akaashi, please view this as an act of forgiveness. You're both equal now."

You stood shocked for another moment with a cluster of thoughts fighting for clarity leaving you utterly speechless, prior to shaking your head and questioning her all-too-upbeat explanation. "Why— why would we need to be equal?"

"You're together, or at the very least have feelings for one another. I didn't want you to think he was cheating on you so I kissed you as well. So you'd be even." The girl innocently elaborated, closed eyes smile and confident nod directed toward you which contrasted your confused and flustered state.

"That's really not— we aren't together— Akaashi is incredible but he doesn't—"

"Oh no? I suppose I misread the situation, well it’s too late to change it. Let's please forget this ever happened then~"

Again she politely bowed with scarlet blooming on her skin due to her mistake, once more disappearing into the dispersing crowds of people after a brief word to Akaashi who was soon to step into your peripheral with a relaxed expression.

"Did that make any sense to you Keiji?"

"Yes, I think I've spent long enough around Bokuto to understand things like this." The ravenette sighed, sharp gaze flicking to his Captain who was gesturing for you both to head to the gymnasium.

No doubt expecting you to uphold your recent desperate proposition.

"Even Bokuto wouldn’t come up with that logic.”

“Have you seen his recent Math test score, logic and probability aren’t his strongest areas.” The Setter mischievously smirked, Kōtarō throwing his arms in the air and dramatically whining to his partner as you reached the courts.

“I’m right here?! And Akaashi!!! You weren’t supposed to say anything!”

“It’s okay Kōtarō, you’ll do better on the next one.”

Whilst Bokuto sprinted off to change and set up the equipment, Akaashi remained by your side watching as his friend disappeared into the changing rooms.

“Us being even, it’s a weird way to look at things but I do understand what she was trying to do.”

“I’m glad one of us does, I get it, but that doesn’t mean I’d ever see it coming.” You awkwardly laughed, genuine smile lacing your words with Keiji keeping an unreadable expression.

"I know it was highly unexpected, but I'm actually pleased it happened."

"How so?" You quizzically met the averting gaze of Akaashi, a soft wistful smile dancing on his lips at the thought.

"It means that others can see for themselves, and it's not just me."

He paused momentarily, admiring the cute way you hummed with curiosity, expectantly awaiting his following answer.

"Well, we have this unspoken thing, right?"

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[ Masterlist ]

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hey there! May i request a (romantic) creepypasta matchup? I'm 19, Aries, INFP, he/him, and idc what gender

I'm pretty quiet and overly polite when people first meet me but once I become comfortable around people I'm very playful, humorous, and talkative. I can open up really fast or really slow to people depending on my current mental health and how they treat me.

I have a lot of friends and make friends really easily despite my quietness- apparently im pretty charming and charasmatic, but i only have a handful of people i truly feel close to, and even then i tend not to open up about any negative emotions or my mental health/trauma

In fact thats probably one of my biggest flaws. Never really confronting or talking about all my negative stuff. Like, its easier to just ignore it and i dont want to burden my friends sonce they have their own problems. You know the "this is fine" comic with the dog and the fire? Yeah, thats me.

I really love video games, music, art, anthropology, history (especially historical fashion), mythology but specifically the history and cultural significance behind it and how they evolve which i guess is just anthropology again, and video game lore. Which is like, a combination of history and video games

My hobbies include digital art, gaming, reading if i happen to take my ADHD meds and can actually fucking focus on words, playing piano, singing, writing, and sleeping way too much. I average on like 12 hours of sleep a night + i constantly take naps

Im autistic and also have ADHD, so my memory is constantly a mess but can also be really good but only at the most inconvenient times. I am constantly fidgeting, have this tic where my head kind of jerks to the side, and have little to no volume control. I either talk too loud or too quiet. I have a bunch of stim toys and my special interests are Elder Scrolls (fantasy video game series) lore and anthropology/history.

Im also a pretty emotional person if im being honest. I cry really easily and tend to reapond to other peoples emotions really strongly and it kinda sucks sometimes

I remember one time my parents were looking at this thread online of pics of ugly cats and i got angry at them and started literally sobbing because they were laughing at these ugly cats and i was like "all cats are beautiful!!! >:'(". I think i was 8 when this happened.

I guess that makes me a compassionate person but (despite being pretty confident and having no issue complimenting myself with other things) calling myself kind or caring just like...feels weird to me? Idk why. Some kind of imposter syndrome. I always feel like when im being nice im just faking it even when i know im not.

Anyways this is long as FUCK im so so sorry and its also all over the place i hope you can understand literally any of it. Tysm in advance and have a lovely day!

Your matchup is… Toby!

In general:

I saw your little thing about the cats (which I will elaborate on in the closing thoughts section) but that immediately made me think of Toby. I ALMOST paired you with BEN, got really close to it, but man that cat anecdote really did it lmfao.

What he likes about you:

I feel like Toby loves absolutely everything about you. He loves that you’re playful and humorous and that you’re just a generally sweet person to hang around. He loves that you’re into video games because Toby doesn’t play near as many video games as he’d like to, so like, please play with him. He just wants to relax. Music, and art? He likes them both! Anthropology? Gotta explain that one to him but I feel like it would be something he would grow to be interested in simply because you like it! And i’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Toby strikes me as the kind of guy who LOVES ancient mythology and will have you rest your head on his shoulder or lap and he will TELL YOU STORIES. I think he also likes your interest in historical fashion as well even though he doesn’t understand anything about fashion. All of your hobbies line up so well with him but I’m gonna come back to the nap thing. You being caring is one of the most admirable things about you - he loves people like that. He likes Elder Scrolls too.

General cute things:

The nap dates are a must between you two. One of Toby’s love languages is touch and he just wants you to plant on his chest and pass out as the rain falls or in the sun like two cats napping. I just think that’s so, so cute. He will keep you on his lap or sling his arm over you as you play video games with him or as he watches you play! He gets really into the stories y’know? I have a feeling he likes God of War. Toby is super understanding of everything and will make sure he’s a safe place for you. If you need to let it out, or anything, he is there for you and never leaving. I’ll come back to this. Tell him about all of your interests!! He will eat it all up. Toby is just a perfect partner for you. Sweet, understanding, loves hearing about your interests and just LEARNING from you!! Please do that for him!

You two as a couple:

SO, Toby understands the tics. Doesn’t mind because he has a bunch of tics. He’s pretty good with that. Will buy you stim toys if you want any! He likes giving gifts but like, lowkey. He may or may not encourage you to open up because he knows it’s not healthy for you to just keep everything bottled up like that? He’s one to talk as he has that exact same issue as well but he cares so, so much about you. Just wants you to let it out so you don’t implode. He doesn’t mind that you’re emotional either, will just hold you and tell you that you’re okay. Calm you down, get you to a safe place. He’s got a volume control thing at times as well so he really doesn’t mind that either. You and the cats?? He’s got such a soft spot for fluffy creatures and he’d probably be upset if people were making fun of “ugly” cats as well. That’s endearing to him!! Thinks you’re adorable and just - you have such a good heart. He may or may not remind you to take your meds. Also wants to listen to you sing and play the piano!! He just loves everything about you, is always gonna be there for you, and treat you like the treasure you are.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, this wasn’t disorganized at all! You sent me a lovely amount and in fact, this is one of the cleanest match ups I’ve seen to date! You guys are usually pretty good about keeping it orderly for me, but this one was like a checklist, so thank you! Furthermore, I know it’s hard to come to terms with feelings and stuff, but genuinely, take care of yourself. Your emotions, feelings, everything about you is valid and you are allowed to feel things as you do. Don’t hold it in for too long. You give me such a beautiful emerald vibe/aura (despite not seeing you lol) and I think you deserve to be called compassionate and sweet in every sense. Also, I would’ve cried about the cats too,,,,,,,,,, Toby just wants to adore you, let him do that. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

[fathermarty]

hello hello, darling ! i hope your day has been lovely, thus far .

if you would be so kind as to ship me with an hp character (preferably marauders era), i would be v grateful !

i’m a slytherin, but i have a ton of gryffindor qualities, once you get to know me . i have different faces for different people, and people rarely see me cry . however- once you break my apprehensive barrier, i am extremely loud, funny, charasmatic, and just downright weird .

i have a lot of trauma, and i have depression/anxiety, so that adds some ✨spice✨ to my life . i’m not good with conveying emotions, but i am extremely empathetic, and am known as the extremely sarcastic, dry, yet incredibly kind, sweet, and loving, therapist/mom friend .

i am tall (5’9), a bit clumsy, but i think it fits my oddball personality . i’m good at holding down the fort, and i’m v good at handling rowdy personalities, and i am great at matching people’s energy .

oooh! i also loveeee music (huge one direction fan here ;)) and i am v good at art and makeup (if i do say so myself) .

hope this wasn’t a bore to read, and thank you for letting me request ! <33

hello dear! 

it has been good, It is currently storming its ass off here so that's fun. well besides the fact my car is white and is currently parked beside a FUCKING DIRT MOUNTAIN. it's fine it’s fine everything is fine. i hope you are doing well hun!

okay, so I personally ship you with Remus hard fucking core. like i don't know if anyone else should be shipped w him?!

So picture this: you guys meet in the hospital wing, him after having a rough full moon, and you from just being clumsy. You are stuck in the wing for the whole day like him, so you guys start chit-chatting. 

Remus is a bit weary because you are a Slytherin but he learns that you are different just from talking to you. At some point during the day, you both are roaring with laughter at something you said. Remus finds himself enjoying your company more and more as each minute passes. You guys become friends and you make Remus promise to reach out more.

“Don’t worry y/l/n, you are stuck with me now.”

Oh boy was he right. Every class you guys had together he would ditch his friends for you. You even found yourself sitting with the Mauraders. “Don’t get your jumper in a knot Potter, I am not here to steal Lily.” You said one particular day sending a wink in the direction of the boy's precious LilyFlower. Everyone who was in earshot roared with laughter and ever since then, the Mauraders have become your friends too.

You were always there to help James and Sirius with their crushes and just there for them in general. Even Peter would come to you for some advice when he was not sure what to do. This made Remus’ heart swell.

Anytime you were with the Mauraders you had them laughing, sometimes unintentionally because you are a klutz, but laughing nonetheless. 

It wasn’t long until you figured out about Remus's lycanthropy, and you never directly told him you knew but it was pretty obvious. You would “coincidentally” be in the hospital wing the day after the full moon with an “injury” but you and Remus both knew you were not hurt. You just wanted to be there for him.

After a few full moons, Remus officially told you in a panic and he let all his emotions out. You were there to be his shoulder to cry on. You sat on his lap with his head buried in your neck. You ran your hands through his hair as you consoled him. This was when you decided your barrier would come down for Remus.

Sure enough, the next time you had a depressive attack Remus was there. You came to his dorm  (he told you the common room door password) because at that moment you needed him. Your beautifully immaculate makeup that he has come to look forward to seeing every day was smudged as tears and down your face. Remus let you lay on his bed as he conjured up a makeup wipe to clean up your face, he knows how much you care about your skin. After he took your makeup off he turned on the record player so music couldn't softly play. Then he crawled beside you and did just what you needed, he held you while you cried. He held you to his chest as he rubbed your back and carefully cradled your neck rubbing small circles on the side.

You and Remus aren’t sure when everything became official but it was obvious that you guys were an item. He would take care of your small bumps and bruises from your clumsy rendezvous and you would take care of him before and after the full moon. You guys became each other's rock.

“Y/n you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You are so incredibly strong and you wear your heart on your sleeve. Your beauty shines both on the outside and inside. You make life so much more enjoyable baby, I love you.”

Ayeeeee my third ship, thank you so much for requesting honey! I hope you like it <3 My inbox is open for more ships ^_^

xoxo father marty ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

mwah

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Somewhere In Between

GOT7 + Super Junior Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau Summary: You are a graduating Interior Design student, and your boyfriend Jinyoung is in Engineering. You two share an apprenticeship training under the supervision of an alumnus in Architecture named Henry. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Angst prolly but idek i cant write angst.

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I looked at Jinyoung and his focused expression. Even under florescent his complexion glowed.. The frames propped on the bridge of his nose did not take away from the symmetry of his face. He looked at the lamp on the stall. It was one similar to the Pixar lamp, except this one was a navy blue, which happened to be his favorite color. He took the object in his hand and examined it. He then turned to me with bright eyes, “Jagiya, its as pretty as you.”

I managed a chuckle. My heart did not race though I knew it should’ve. It was a compliment for he loved lights very much but it had been a while since he made me flutter. “Focus Jinyoung, we’re here for a shelf, not a new lamp.”

He craned his neck to the left. The expanse of the warehouse felt smaller to me, as Jinyoung and I frequented here. Due however to their relocation of items, it felt a little foreign.

“We should go that way then,” Jinyoung pointed, narrowing his eyes, “I think I vaguely see a sign that says tables and surfaces.”

As we walked and he reached out for my hand, I felt my shoulders grow heavy. 

Jinyoung looked at me with such sweetness and kissed the back of my hand, “One day, I’ll build you a house.”

I nodded and sighed, “Your house would be a perfect square.”

Jinyoung broke into a laugh and dropped my hand, He leaned in and kissed the exposed skin of my neck, “It won’t be because you’ll be on my side.” He proceeds to wrap his arms around me.

“Jinyoung, focus.” I say and pull away from him.

He pouts, “I’ve been needing to ask what happened to Jinyoungie.”

I knit my brows.

“You don’t call me that anymore.”

“You said you hated it when I did that.”

Jinyoung’s face falls into an expression that seems like it was repressing hurt, and he crosses his arms, “I never meant it.”

I roll my eyes. This was tiring me. “Jinyoungie, let’s get this done.”

Jinyoung perks up immediately.

 The drive back was quiet. It has been quiet for a while because I’ve lost things to talk about with Jinyoung. I was met with a beautiful sky, and yet I did not speak up about it.

“Thank Henry hyung for helping me out with my plates, by the way.”

The sudden words and mention of Henry make me whip my head to the driver and my pulse beat against my ear drums. “What?”

Jinyoung spares me a look and knit brows, “What do you mean what?”

I feel blood rise to my face.

“I have a test today.” Jinyoung says to jog my memory.

I feel my face grow redder, “Ah, yeah, sure.”

We arrive back at my apartment. Jinyoung brings up the box that had my small shelf in it. We step inside and the moment Jinyoung puts the box down, he turns to me and steals a kiss on my lips. Once he pulls away he smiles and I blink at him.

“Jinyoung, w-”

“Jinyoungie.”

I look at him blankly. “... we need to talk.”

Instantly, Jinyoung shifts. The smile that was a second on his face is replaced by a clenched jaw, “I’m trying.”

I knit my brows and I shake my head, “What? I-- whatever. I’ve been needing to--”

“I know. I know exactly what you’re going to say.” Jinyoung licks his lips. He grabs my hand, “I don’t make your heart flutter anymore. I no longer reverberate in your mind and--” he turns to his feet and lets out a sharp huff, “I’m trying.”

Jinyoung turns to me, eyes suddenly glassy, “I... I can change.”

My heart shatters, and like defeated face of a younger version of him flashes in my mind. It was when he got a failing grade at math, and he cried in the corner of the school gym. I talked to comforted him, as any infatuated teen would, and he kissed me.

But I pulled my hand away because the hurt in my heart was not that of love but of pity.

“No Jinyoung... it’s for the best.” I say, feeling hot tears prick in the corner of my eyes, “We should break up and end this.”

  Two days later Jinyoung stood two feet away from me and the air between us was thicker than tar.

With the walls barely constructed, the sunlight shone harshly light a flashlight on Jinyoung’s face, leaving no hint of his disdained features unnoticed. He looked just as handsome as he always did, but his eyes were distant..

“How are my two favorite interns doing?“ a loud voice echoes in the high ceilings of the unfinished building. Henry struts towards us in a coffee colored suit with shoes and sunglasses to match. His hands were raised by his shoulders and his lips attempted to meet his ears.

I found myself smiling even though I did not want to.

Henry turned to me, expecting a reply, as I was the only one who ever did. “Alright, Mr. Lau.”

“Aish, what do I tell you about calling me mister,” Henry pouts and crosses his arms, “Making me feel old... I’m not that much older than you two anyway.”

I purse my lips and feel my throat constrict, “Alright oppa.”

Henry claps his hands and points at me. He proceeds to then cock his head to the side, place his hands on his hips, and let out a breath “Alright...” he trails off, “You say that but something feels like it isn’t all right.” Henry notes and turns between I and Jinyoung.

With a contantly bubbly and charasmatic Henry, Jinyoung is put too much out of character. Instead of his usual focused features that scrutinize the interiors--a person who didn’t know him might think he was actually aloof, he’s looking at Henry in such a way that he really isn’t. This was he tell-tale signe that Jinypung was in fact aloof. When he stared in a glare-like manner. He always looked angrey when he overthinks.

Henry takes a second to knit his brows then raise one. He somehow finds himself needing to hold a laugh. One of the other workers come around and call his name.

“Oh right,” Henry says then calls me, “I have something to show you.” With that, he grabs my wrist and whisks me away. 

Jinyoung sighs in exasperation of the common sight. Henry was always one to drag someone in the direction he was enthusiastic about. He had done it to Jinyoung many times. Jinyoung loved him for it and aspired to reach his level of passion for his work... but not today.

 Henry moves his hand from my wrist to my own and looks back at me. He gives me one of his crooked smiles. It takes every fibre in my hand to hold on to him and not slip away because of the sweat my palms were shedding.

My chest was thumping so hard when we stopped. I feared he’d hear it. As I caught my breath, I turned to Henry. His smiling gaze was fixed on me like a hot ray of sunshine, and I was winded all at once again. I looked away immediately but the sensation of our still connected hands were making me too nervous. I started thinking of a way to separate them without hurting his feelings.

“My hands are sweaty.” I say without meeting his eyes.

He brings our hands to his cheek, forcing me to look up at him. My hands felt hot and sticky against his, and the fact that my body was burning up and my pulse was so strong was not helping. 

The feeling of his cool skin against the back of my hot hand left goosebumps forming around me. 

When I noticed he had a pouty smile on his face, I felt more heat rise up to my neck. “I don’t care,” says Henry.

I gulp and slowly pull away from him, “I... do."

Henry lets me and releases a laugh. 

He finally averts his eyes, “Look.”

I turn to where he was looking. Henry sneakily turned his gaze back. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

I smile at his work and turn back to him, jolting slightly when I notice his stare. I clear my throat and look back at the decorated wall, “Yes. It’s beautiful.”

Henry chuckles, “Well, you’ve expressed how much you like Rococo, so I incorporated a few embellishments just to keep the design... interesting, you know.”

I nodded at fell in awe at the meticulous designs before me. I had seen him sketch a few things here and there, but to see it in real life was a whole another experience.

“It’s ama-” “Have dinner with me tonight.”

My heart jumps to my throat at his sudden statement.

Henry looks at me with a serious face, and my eyes linger only a moment in his direction. “It doesn’t have to be tonight,” he says as I wrap my arms around myself, “I can do any night you want to.”

I am unable to reply. Henry doesn’t seem to mind.

At this point, Jinyoung who had found himself immersed in the structure of the place finally finds his mentor and his--... ex. He had felt a little better after being impressed with the structure of the place and all, but now he walks towards them feeling a weight dawn on his shoulders.

Jinyoung can’t help but think how familiar this scene before him is.

Henry places his hands in his pockets, “One day, I’ll build you a house.”

Jinyoung’s steps falter and his heart stills.

In this moment, I turn to Henry and he turns to me. I somehow find myself chuckling and shaking my head. Henry smiles at this and raises his brows in expectation. I shrug and turn away from him, “Okay.”

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Not sure if you're still taking prompts but how about this? Megs overhears some cons gossiping about Starscream and essentially they're saying that his nickname also alludes to the fact he's loud in the berth. Hilarity ensues when Megatron's unexplainably bothered by this information even though it's just a rumor. Turns out it's true though ;)

if we can’t make naughty jokes about starscream’s nickname, anon, what are we even doing in this fandom? 

Megatron didn’t care much about the general gossip floating around the underwater base. Between raids and plots there wasn’t all that much to do down here, so perhaps he was to blame for letting professional standards slip. So long as the derogatory comments were never about him he could care less.

Or so he’d thought.

“-because he’s always on the verge of a temper tantrum.” Some generic Decepticon was muttering to his friend at the monitor bank next to him. “That’s why he’s called Screamer.”

Megatron arched a brow and tuned into the conversation. The status report he was reading had been boring enough to let his mind wander anyway, and since Starscream was his greatest rival it never hurt to listen in on what the rank-and-files thought of him. Leadership was won through loyalty and support, not always fusion cannons and brute strength.

“I know for a fact it’s not just ‘cause of his name.” The other one was saying back, sounding vehement in his convictions. “He’s noisy-”

“Yeah, obviously-”

“No, I mean, I was in the wash-racks a couple cycles back. Some of the seekers were in there. One of them, the dark conehead-”

“Dirge?”

“No, the other one.”

“Ramjet?”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. They were talking about fragging, you know, like seekers do-”

The other mech snorted, “Typical.”

Megatron had to resist turning around and frowning at them. He kept listening, growing less happy as the seconds ticked by.

“Apparently, the commander’s a real glitch-tiger in the berth. They mentioned him a lot.”

Megatron nearly swallowed his own glossa, his interest no longer simply disapproving. An image of Starscream sultrily positioned on the berth rose uninhibited in his minds eye, his provocative smirk provocative for a whole new reason.

“Ha, yeah?” The other mech pressed.

“Makes more noise than one of those old 'Shouter-Share’ deluxe models you know, the pleasure drones they had to recall because the voice box got stuck and wouldn’t stop moaning-”

They trailed off into a fit of snickers. Megatron glanced back subtly to see them hunched behind the monitors, shoulders shaking and struggling to keep their voices down to whispers. “That’s why they call him Screamer?!”

The other nodded wordlessly, servo covering his mouth. The first laughed silently, slapping the monitor in mirth.

Megatron had had enough.

“You two!” He boomed in his most menacing voice, and the pair of them jumped so hard even their seats left the floor, “Get back to work!”

Frantic typing filled the room as they obeyed him, necks disappearing as their shoulders hunched and they curled themselves up into frightened balls of armour behind their monitors.

Megatron found it twice as hard to focus on his datafile now. Too busy thinking about Starscream’s scratching voice endlessly moaning like a glitching piece of shareware.

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Megatron was being… Uncommonly nice to him.

Starscream had no idea why. He could only assume it was the result of a head injury. Perhaps brainwashing.

What he did know, was that he liked it. He appreciated attention, and he appreciated being put before others, and he really appreciated special treatment. And if Megatron sharing his personal stock of high-grade with him wasn’t special treatment, he didn’t know what was.

They poured out the high-grade and Megaton sat close to him on the bench and Starscream may like interfacing, but he wasn’t easy, and Megatron was hardly a catch. It was going to take more than a fancy cube of high-grade and a few pick up lines to have him succumbing to Megatron’s 'charming’ advances.

It turned out it took two cubes.

Megatron pulled him into an empty office, pressing him up against the bulkhead, sucked two digits into his mouth, then pushed them into Starscream’s ready, open valve. He threw his helm back with a yell of surprise, the thick fingers spreading him open as good as any spike.

Everything about Megatron was big.

He undulated his hips away the bulkhead and rode into Megatron’s fingers, processor muddled and heavy. Megatron was watching him with an intense look, doing nothing more that stroking thick digits through the mesh of his valve, a thumb rubbing lightly over the node. Starscream was struggling to hold back his cries- anyone could hear and come looking. Offices didn’t lock and Megatron- Megatron was-

“Ooo~”

His voice echoed through the empty office and Megatron pressed closer with a purr, fingers moving faster now, deeper, scissoring and stretching out mesh. Starscream moaned and ground down into them, wishing Megatron would get his spike out because if his fingers were this big-

"Don’t hold back,’ Megatron breathed hotly in his audial, charasmatic glossa thickened with overcharge. "You’re always loud, be loud-”

Starscream released a ragged stream of gasps and whines and, “Oh, yes Megatron, yes there, right there, right-”

He broke off with a sharp gasp when finally it was enough. He bucked against Megatron’s hand, feeling lubricant drip out of him and spill down his legs. His vocaliser glitched offline then reset itself in a flash, and he was making noise, long, loud, high, noises, cries and howls like a cat in heat-

“Yes, Starscream,” Megatron praised, optics bright and excited. He was stroking him through his overload. 

“Ughh, I’d… I’d cry louder if you spiked me…” He slurred, silly and wanton when he finally regained control of his vocaliser enough to speak coherently. “Are you overcharged?”

“Tipsy,” Megatron sounded like he was lying.

“Sure,” Starscream agreed, circling his hips back down into Megatron’s fingers where they lingered. Megatron got the hint and let his servo fall away. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Get what you wanted?” Starscream asked, still finding it a little odd that that’s all Megatron had done with him. He would have been happy to service him too- spike or valve, he didn’t mind.

“I was merely curious.” Megatron admitted. “…Though now I think I’m interested.”

Starscream had drunk enough good high-grade to smirk and admit, “It’s a mutual feeling.”

Megatron’s intensity seemed to ease off, relax. “You were loud…” He muttered.

“I can be louder,” Starscream reminded him. And took his servo, it was damp and warm from pleasuring him. He gave it an encouraging squeeze.

“Come back to my quarters,” he implored, “and I’ll show you how much louder.”

[octrainisms]

If Octavio Was As The Speed Devil Was Born ||Meet, Ofelia Silva||

So this has been something requested greatly by people so I’m gonna make this a thing now.

Octavio, if he had never become Octavio and remained as Ofelia, would still, at her core, be the same;

Wild child, energetic, over the top, lose her legs to the same blast, lose them a second time to two other stupid stunts, and end up in the Apex Games with the goal of becoming the most outrageous and charasmatic Legend in the games with her first line being ‘time to level out the girls to the boys’.

Now, the first she would meet, would be her long time friend, Ajay Che, who would still scoff and call her an idiot for her stunts, but they were close friends all the same. Ofelia would be gleeful to run along side her friend, often pushing Ajay to her own limits and beyond that to keep up with the idiot who refuses to keep shield cells or meds on her. The two are like siblings, this much hasn’t really changed, with Ajay often acting as the older and more contained sibling, but easily falling into the antics of the younger.

The second was of course Wraith and Bangalore as one, the four girls actually sharing the same building of residence. The speedster of course instantly challenged Anita to a race, the two falling into a sort of competitive state and always a sight to see in and out of the Ring. They were playful but Anita was thankful for another person to do drills with whilst also teaching Ofelia quite a lot about discipline and guiding her to use the guns a little better, the benefits of each one, often giving little tid bits during the matches so Ofelia could learn on the fly as she was best at.

Wraith was an interesting one. Whilst she had been met at the same time as Anita, she had been content to just watch the two challenge each other at everything. Ofelia finds comfort in Wraith, knowing when she can’t sleep she can find refuge in Wraith’s company. Whilst Wraith is often times against human contact and proximity, she has found a special place in her world for Ofelia. She would allow the smaller frame to curl up with her, petting those coloured locks and helping the speedster to rest, the sensations often ending with Anita or Ajay finding the two curled up together fast asleep. And if anyone caused them to wake, the two would raise hell for it.

When Ofelia met Bloodhound and Caustic she was both stoked and terrified. Her first match with the legends was between Caustic and Bloodhound. She, surprisingly, found a companion in Caustic. The second she started explaining how she modified the stim to suit her needs and made the gear she carries, Caustic seemed intrigued and instantly dropped his seething hatred for her energetic nature. Although, he was often found chiding her like a father would their child, sharp ‘get some good gear for yourself’ and ‘stop leaving yourself with nothing’ swiftly followed by an extremely loud ‘Get a second weapon!’. She seemed to be the one and only one to pull this caring side out of Octane, perhaps because of her understanding of chemicals or her caring nature towards her team, often showing in her booking it through a fire fight to pick him up or ignoring the pain in her lungs from his gas if only to get Bloodhound out of it.

Bloodhound and she had bonded over the simple fact of their masks. It was a small peace. Octavio earning a notch of pride from the Hunter when she covered them with a Longbow shot to the enemies shoulder. She was up high, surprisingly able to sit still long enough to get two more shots. And when she was shot at, her Jumppad sending her flying, switching to her R-99 for close combat fighting earned a sense of honor from the Hunter that she cherishes every day. The two have a strange friendship, the only one to really get her focused on a task long enough to complete it at times. They teach her to hunt and she showed them how she made small advancements in her tech to aid them in understanding it a little better. These two have gotten into friendly fist fights many times on the field, something of a scuffle for her to show them that she is learning and getting better.

Gibraltar is her Hermano mayor and her residential padre. He encourages her energy whilst doting over her, ensuring she is taken care of and pampered. He often can be seen laughing with her, running from a scene in the field where she punched Bloodhound only to flee. Since seeing how strong he was, the two have made a deal, where he will at times pick her up and throw her. Caustic has tried this, only to get her squealing in joy a mantra of ‘toss me toss me toss me’. It’s something only the two largest contenders are allowed to do. She adores this man, often being carried home by him after a day of escapades where she tires herself out, being passed off to Anita who will take her to her bed. He loves her as a precious little sister and she loves it.

Pathfinder is a close contender for her best friend. She adores the guy, gives him all the high fives he could ever want. Now, whilst Gibraltar and Caustic picks her up and more yeets her, Pathfinder will grapple, swing around with her in his other arm before flinging them both into the fight, dropping her for his gun. Those two in a match together has Bloodhound shouting in a blind panic at the sudden attack, though the sound was near impossible to hear over the grenades and gunfire. Pathfinder always drags her up to the high places and eagerly follows her into all the chaos she creates. He, too, has brought Ofelia home in his arms, spent from a race or seven between the only one who could test her limits. They have been seen creating dust clouds as they race through the map, often leaving their third team mate to just sit in a high place and watch them run in circles. Usually Bloodhound.

Lastly, is Elliott. Where to begin. She adores him, he’s honestly the biggest reason she fell in love with the games. She looks up to him as a role model, and swiftly discovers his charisma is intimidating in person. Their first match together was something she wasn’t prepared for. Meeting him in person had her jittery. He smiled as he saw her, her frame wasn’t that obvious, but he did a gracious bow, kissing her hand and flashed her a charming grin. She was a fangirl, but not the crazy kind to squeal and ask him to sign her boobs, rather the kind to gush over him then kick his ass in the same breath. She had set a hand on a hip, cocked it out and took her hand back, warning him to keep up and not trip on his drool. Her first match with him she had given it her all. Had bolted through a fire fight, kicking another in the chest right off the bridge before they could shoot Elliott. She wasn’t perfect by any means, but she kept track of their saves, totaling hers to 14 and his to 6. They became close friends, the man swiftly becoming the one she trusts above all else, but will gush about Elliott to Ajay and Anita, even Pathfinder (Once, she learned her mistake when Pathfinder casually said she thought Elliott was cute and how he didn’t understand the meaning). She will always adore him, but she will take friendship over nothing with him.

In short, she is close friends with them all, I may do their meetings in length as separate drabbles is people want.

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

Odd :) numbers :)

You say you don’t care who I do but I’mma do Jesse and Vrox anyway XD

under the cut bc *insert vaguely angry but also just very affectionate ‘my son is a dick but I love him’ eyes here*

questions are from here, send me some if you’d like! :P please try to specify which character tho, less stress for me X’D

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Jesse: He’s actually very patient. He might jolt his bounce his knee a bit and twiddle his fingers, zone out/daydream. He’d probably have a nap after a while, he can fall asleep anywhere. He could last hours and hours if needed.

Vrox: You don’t leave Vrox alone in a room for a long time. Something will get broken, Even if there’s nothing in the room to break, something will get broken. About two hours at MOST before he starts getting annoyed.

June: They could last a long time if needed, though they would not be happy about it. They like to complain at the best of times.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Jesse: Normally has a long shower and eats whatever unhealthy shit they have for dinner (normally cereal or take out) and then plays music low in the background to help him nod off, occasionally he’ll replace it with an audio book but he’ll put his earbuds in for that. He and Vrox are both big night owls tho so keep in mind this is usually at about 3AM.

Vrox: Drags Jesse into dancing with him, eats whatever Jesse’s bottomless pit stomach couldn’t hold, and works out for a while (where Jesse can see of course because he’s a show off.) Then he has a very short paranoid shower because his DICK BOYFRIEND used up almost all the hot water, and tumbles into bed. Not gonna lie he and Jess have sex most nights, they’re… incorrigible. 

June: Soaks in the bath for a hundred years and refills it for every one of those years, then pulls on their super expensive silk PJs, does a facemask and pulls out whatever disgusting trashy knock-off romance novel they’re currently reading and pick it apart like the happy little vulture they are. They have a massive bed but they rarely ever sleep in it, most of the time they fall asleep on the couch until the sun wakes them up through the blinds they forgot to shut and they stumble into the bedroom cursing and go back to sleep till Taco wakes them up (they would sleep in all day if he let them.)

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Jesse: It depends on what you do. If you make a mistake, he’ll be fine. If you turn out to be transphobic or generally a dick then woop there goes his trust.

Vrox: hates everyone from the get go and that rarely ever changes, you don’t even have to try dude

June: Them?? Trusting anyone??????? *hysterical laughter*

7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Jesse: Nostalgia for him is bittersweet. Music is the biggest trigger since his dad loved it and had a record player that was like his second child, he used to dance with Jesse’s mom to Let Me Call You Sweetheart. One time Vrox found the old record and played it for him and Jesse absolutely broke down. He tries to think of the good rather than the bad, but it all gets jumbled up a lot: being gay, trans and black in 1910s was not a good life to lead. He’s got to step carefully around his memories.

Vrox: Doesn’t have a lot of nostalgia, but he DOES get weird dream-memories sometimes of back in his ‘baby years’, when he was just a simple hellhound without sapience yet. Jesse always laughs his ass off when Vrox has one of those dreams because Vrox looks so confused and disgruntled - and annoyed and embarrassed when he remembers something humiliating.

June: 99% of their nostalgia is soaked in PTSD, so no, they don’t enjoy it. The sound of the ocean, the smell of roses and citrus, wearing heavy dresses, any kind of grating or grinding on their teeth, and washing clothes by hand are all triggers, they hate it.

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Jesse: Said “drat!” once and his mom made him wash all the dishes for three months straight. Needless to say, he doesn’t swear much even now. It gives it more impact when he does… unless in the bedroom, them he swears like, well, a demon.

Vrox: Fuck yes he fucking swears and he’d like any motherfucker to try and fucking stop him. Honestly the first word that came out of his mouth when he evolved was probably a swear of some kind.

June: Swears a lot. They’ll swear in front of you and your grandmother and your 6 year old, they don’t give a shit. They don’t remember their first one tho.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Jesse: Definitely asks, he’s a responsible bean who’s mature and wants to know exactly what’s going on.

Vrox: Probably doesn’t care enough to ask, unless it’s just him and Jesse, then he’ll ask.

June: They’ll fake it till they make it or ask with a blunt “what the fuck are you talking about?”

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Jesse: Looks fucking fantastic in blue and/or yellow and knows this. Vrox can’t stop kissing him when he wears yellow and it almost reduces his big scary boyfriend to tears because “you look so cute, what the fuck, how are you so cute?!”

Vrox: Red. He loves red. But blue brings out his eyes and suits him better, tho red is also good on him.

June: Black or a dark smokey grey. They know they look damn good. They’re highly allergic to bright colours, you understand.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Jesse: Is the chillest charasmatic person you’ll ever meet, amazing at putting people at ease and making lasting conversations or small talk. Master people person. He can still talk a little ‘weird’ for our time and some old slang slips out occasionally, but still very confidant. thus i have no idea how to write him LMAO how are you cooler than me i created you wtf

Vrox: No small talk, no rehearsing. He’s intimidating and doesn’t normally talk to people unless absolutely necessary, or he’s trying to pick a fight. Has 0 interest in making people feel at ease or comfortable around him, he wants to be left alone as much as possible. People think he’s got a weird accent when he does talk, one that’s pretty unrecognizable - he spent most of his life in hell, after all, not on Earth.

June: Clipped, concise, they get what they need out of a conversation and then conversation is over. They don’t rehearse, they’re blunt and don’t care about feelings. They have the faintest hint of a cockney accent that gets stronger when they’re drunk/angry/emotional.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

Jesse: Kind of. And he’s easily scandalized, and sometimes not in a funny way. He still forgets that it’s okay for him to hold Vrox’s hand in public where people can see.

Vrox: Only Jesse can really get blushes out of him.

June: Occasionally, but they’ll get irritated faster than they’ll get embarrassed, and when they get flustered they tend to scratch so be careful with that.

19. What is their favorite number?

Jesse: 2.

Vrox: 666.

June: 43.

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

Jesse: Sometimes he doesn’t. Mostly because he tries to find good little things in every day that he looks forward to. Or because Vrox wheedles him out of bed with breakfast and kisses.

Vrox: Because somebody’s gotta annoy Jesse out of bed. Also because once he wakes up he gets restless and needs to move around, no peaceful lie-ins for him.

June: Because Taco won’t stop drooling and shedding on them, otherwise they wouldn’t. Sleep is like the only thing they enjoy... just not the dreams.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

Jesse: Gets a bit quiet but tries to feel happy for the person he’s envious of.

Vrox: Angrily. What did you expect. Tries to get the thing and if he can’t have it he tries to ruin it, or he just stalks off.

June: They get pissy and territorial and they sulk. A lot.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage? 

Jesse: Likes the idea, definitely wants to get married one day. His parents were both people of faith (even if it wasn’t SUPER strong) and he doesn’t really like that they would disapprove of him living in sin, ironic as it is. And he just wants to get married as an intimate tie.

Vrox: Doesn’t give a shit but would do anything to make Jesse happy.

June: HhahahAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahAHAHA no.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Jesse: Any kind of weird looks in public, people he cares about running late, having anything around his neck, sleeping in the same room as other people (asides from Vrox.)

Vrox: Not being able to contact his (admittedly few) loved ones for whatever reason, and really not much else. Vrox doesn’t dread a lot.

June: Literally anything to do with their past, being shown affection, knowing they have to go out to a public gathering bc they are a big introvert, knowing they need to sleep at some point.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Jesse: He tries damn hard to. you’re doin great sweetie.

Vrox: Has no real ideals and still disappoints himself on a regular basis.

June: They don’t really have any ideas other than ‘be a snarky asshole’ and they sure live up to that.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Jesse: Vrox. He kept him safe when he needed it most, supported him through everything, always encouraged him to kick ass and do what he thinks is right.

Vrox: Jesse. He taught him that it was okay to let people in and to be soft, that just because he was a demon doesn’t mean he has to let it define everything he is.

June: Dante. He showed them a way out and helped them build a life, always there to support them. And Taco, of course.

33: Could they be considered lazy?

Jesse: No. At worst, depressed. He’s definitely not lazy, not by a long shot, very active in human rights, painting, social activities.

Vrox: Not really, he’s somebody who always has to be Doing Something.

June: Absolutely. They enjoy it greatly.

35: How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Jesse: Super hyped and into it, gonna be asking lots of excited questions and listening to every word.

Vrox: Might playfully tease but always encourages whatever it is

June: Will roll their eyes and put on a show of not being interested but you bet your ass they’ll be paying attention and they will care (and anybody who manages to get close to June would know this)

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Jesse: He’s got an okay memory but if he really needs to remember something he’ll scribble it in his sketchbook

Vrox: Is one of those people who needs to sing the entire ABCs while looking up a word in the dictionary. But he doesn’t really care.

June: Has a good memory, but if they forget something they don’t give a damn. If they forget somebody’s name they’ll just call them by a bunch of different insulting names and ignore the person trying to correct them.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

Jesse: It really depends on what the flaws are, but mostly he’s pretty chill.

Vrox: Is Vrox. Everything pisses him off, what do you expect. He doesn’t take shit.

June: If they care about you, they will tolerate a lot, though they won’t overlook them. If they don’t care about you, prepare to have all your flaws thrown in your face.

41. How do they feel about children?

Jesse: Not good with little kids and feels awkward around them, but he’s good with older kids/teenagers.

Vrox: Is very good with little kids and likes them more than his scarred angry ass will admit.

June: Loves kids but they make them uncomfortable so they avoid them at all costs.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Jesse: “Gay, gay, very gay, have you even seen guys? Guys are great, I’m gay, I’m so gay.” (Vrox, in the background: “GAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY”)

Vrox: “I don’t care, if I like you you’re stuck with me.”

June: “The void.”

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Chapter 1 (The Pain of New Power) To be honest, I don't know how to start this tale; it all happened so quickly. The blood... The screams.... and then the tears shead from senseless killing. Three children were born into this world; the first with brown hair and green eyes, followed by another pale but still the same with hair as dark as the night. Then- after more screams and bloodshed later a third was born, a child with eyes of blood and fangs of a monster. The three children held a sinister purpose. The first born named Wrath, the second born, pale white child, was given the name of Envy; the final the child was named Desire. Three names. Three sins. One mother and her three children. And I am her servent- the one delivered the three. My name is Ollie the demon cat, servent to Lady Death herself and overseer of the her children. The next day had come and my Lady was weary, her power drained, her body weak... Even being a servent I felt concern for her. As she lay there resting away the pain from her labors, I tended to her new borns. Looking back now I wonder how such innocent, little beings could have become so evil! The oldest looked upon me from his crib, his emerald eyes seeming to pierce through my very being as though he wasn't looking at me for what I was- but who I was. However, that wasn't all I felt from this child's gaze; I was afraid. Me- a demon- afraid of a small child I was tasked to protect. As the child's tired eyes slowly closed I felt as though I had escaped the from the claws of Satan himself. I couldn't believe such a young child could hold such power over a creature such as myself. Then again, this wasn't ant ordinary child I was dealing with. After I calmed my nerves, I began tending to the others when suddenly I noticed that Desire was gone. I was almost frantic as I searched throughout the room, becoming extremely worried of what my Lady would do to me if she found out I had lost one of her spawn. Even in her weakened condition, I dared not to make her furious with me. "Hehehee!" Suddenly I heard his laughing coming from my Lady's bed chamber. As I enter I was washed with relief to see my young master being fed by his mother. "Ollie, my dear servent, you look as though you've been chased by Cerberus," she teased.  "My Lady, I feared the worst," I sighed out. "Oh, Ollie, you should know better then to think of my spawn as mere human children. You know they are more than they appear." That was my Lady, care free and charasmatic until the end. "Now be a good kitty and make me something to eat. I'm famished.~" "Uh- Yes my lord, right away!" I resonded, scrambling off with heat growing in my face. _____________________________________________ Chapter 2 (Overseeing Madness) It was a week later from the date my young masters were born into this world. Yes, one whole week of feeding... playing.... and, ugh, diaper changing! And it never stopped there. The day before, I found Master Envy on the kitchen counter top throwing knifes at the estate's cook and pinning him against the wall like a circus knife man. "Ah! HELP ME," the cook screamed as I caught master Envy's blade a mere half an inch from his nose. "Great God! Thank you, Master Ollie. I really thought my goose was cooked!" Scraps is also a demon cat. I met him in Italy working as a cook after he got fired for adding mice to the weekend special sauce. Strangely enough, every worker under Lady Death's estate is a demon cat of some special talent. Scraps being a master chef, I've only had to stop him from adding mice to the menu ten times so far. "Oh my word, I'm so sorry Master Ollie," apologized a demon cat rushing into the kitchen with a frantic look on her face. "I thought little Lord Envy was asleep!" This is my assistant, Shadey.  "Don't worry; it's quite all right. I understand how much of a handful our new little Lords are. But I asure the both of you we'll all become used to them.... hopefully."  "Eh, master Ollie?" "Yes, Scraps, what is it?"  "Could you be so kind as to unpin me from the wall, please?" A nervous sweat dripped down her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll get him down," Shadey promised as she struggled to pull the knifes from the wall. "Well while you two figure that out, I'll just go see how the rest of our little lords are doing." I made my way out the kitchen with Lord Envy in my hands, only to stumble upon Lord Wrath playing in the garden.  "Hello, Master Ollie. Were you looking for Lord Wrath?" I turned to see another estate hand standing behind me, a small smile on their face.  "Yes, Mittens, where did you find him?"  "Oh, you know these younglings, they'll crawl anywhere if you don't keep an eye out for them," the servant giggled. Suddenly a loud clash of steal and chains came from nowhere as I realized which one of my Lords were missing. "I guess that's little Lord Desire, Ollie." "Sadly I think you are right Mittens..." I sighed, walking towards the old armory with my eye twitching. Please just be a coincidence, I prayed, only to be greeted by the blast of bullet fire from the inside. "Hehehehee!"  "It seems he had found the gun vault," I deadpanned making Mittens chuckle. "Really ,master Ollie, now what gave you that idea," the lower servant replied with a sarcastic purr. "Mittens do me a favor and shut it," I snapped, already a bit stressed. Calming down my final lord wasn't an easy task in the least. After about ten minutes of dodging bullets, grenades, and God knows what else Lady Death stored in that vault, I retrieved him. "Well, well, well, Ollie. Looks like you're a bit worn out today!" I'm greated by the oldest of us, elder Dusty. Yes, his name really is Dusty. "Oh," I exclaimed, straightening up in the presence of my elder. "Good evening, sir. Did your muscles give you pain today," I asked in my torn attire.  "No, Ollie," he laughed. "I'm just here to see our Lady's little lords." "Well, they're all here and accounted for," Mittens said in her cheerful voice. "Uh, Mittens? You seem to be missing two things at the moment."  "Huh? What do you mean by that?" She looked down. "Oh! Was I supposed to be keeping an eye on them?" _______________________________________________ Chapter 3 - Sorrows of the Estate It had been five years since those fond and playfully deadly days and the young lords grew as children do. Their minds were all wondering about the world around them and they were barely able to form sentences but they still talked and asked questions. I remember young Lord Envy always questioning why his sibling Wrath got more of Scraps's cookies than he did. I can recall Lord Desire acting gentlemanly towards all the female demon cats of the estate. I remember the tears ahead. The day the young masters were taken from us. "Hello? Is someone there?" I looked around carefully, snapping my fingers to light up the corridors. Must have been my imagination, I inwardly remarked, carrying on to the master bedroom to see if they were sound asleep per Lady Death's orders. "Hm... sweet dreams, my little masters," I whispered as I closed the door.  "So these are the children. The ones spoken of through heaven and hell alike." I burst back in to find the one I senced. The arch angel. "Gabriel, what do you think you're doing here," I demanded. "I'm here on a quest, to rid this world of evil," the Arch Angel replied simply. "There is no evil here, Gabriel. Only the children of my master... Do you mean to tell me you wish to kill them?" "If that is what must be done to save the balance, then yes, you demon filth! I shall slay the offspring of death in His honor!" "If this is you're way to bring you're so called God-Glory, then I hope he takes you're wings for it!" The snap of my fingers echoed through the room as the children dissapeard, three cat demon gaurds taking their place.  "What is it you wish of us, General Ollie," one questioned, a ferocious look of hatred aimed towards Gabriel. "So you're General Ollie, head of the hell cats clan. It is such a high honor... and I shall be the one to slay you!" Gabriel lunged me only to have his sword stopped by three more. "If you want to make death of our general Gabriel, then you're going to have to try harder!" With the sound if a war cry the three soilders attacked the Arch Angel at once. "Hold him at bay," I barked out the order with no hesitation. "I must warn the Lady Death that he has come for her children!" "The children are with her," Gabriel thought aloud wit a smirk. "Well then, why am I playing with you beasts?" With in a quick flash of light the three solider lay on the ground, and I shocked and furious at the sight of my fallen comrades as he begins to shift. "You bastard! If you want my Lords, then defeat me!" My voice deepened and a roar escaped my lips, echoing throughout the estate signaling danger. "DIE YOU COWARD!" As demonic claws and angelic metal clashed, more of Ollie's soldiers stormed into Lady Death's chambers. "What's going on where's Ollie?" Lady Death demanded, frantically her holding her spawn close.  "General Ollie has engaged in battle with Gabriel. He has come for your offspring and wishes to slay them in God's honor," a soilders answers immediately. The blunt explanation shocks her.  "Gabriel has come for my children?" ________________________________________________ Chapter 3 - (Sorrows of the Estate) part two As my claws clashed with his angelic metal, i felt as though he were still toying with me as we fought. Why are you holding back Gabriel? I know youre not giving me ur all so quit ur game and fight me!!! Oh my Lord havent u figured it out yet? he exclaimed to me in a light tone. its obvious as to why, im not Master Gabriel! as the words came from is mouth the angel revealed his true form to me. Im one of his elite guardian angels, more then a match for you're pathetic soliders! I AM UUGGHH!!  I dont give a dam who you are! i said with my hand pierced into his chest grasping his grace, ready to kill him. Now tell me you pathetic whelp!! WERE IS GABRIEL?! As i ask in my furious rage i heard the screams of my Lady echoing form her chambers. Lady death no it cant be! Yes it can you pathetic demon scum, why do you think it was so easy to find me. he ask grabbing the collar of my coat. I was just the decoy all along! Hahahaa! HAHAHAAA!! UUUUAAGGHHH!!! dam...you...  he heaved as i pulle my fist out from his chest, his grace glowing in my hand as i made my way to the ladys chambers as fast as my powers would enable me. Master Ollie!! one of my soliders came to me. Im afraid i have terrible news my master... our lords they.. they.... Spit it out already!! i yelled in my furious rage. M-Master... their gone... Gabriel has taken them!! The feeling know to you humans as shock spread across my face as it these word echoed in my ears. Solider gather ur comrades! But  Master Ollie we cant... Silence!!  Go and gather all ur comrades and tell them to meet at the front gate, for the first time in a millennium. The Demon Cat clan is leaving the estate to reclaim what has been taken form us.... ______________________________________________ Chapter  4 ( The unraveling of power) Its been eighteen years since that tragic day, I was beginning to think as I walk along earths empty streets behind a school yard. My master had been gone for so long. It was until my army found Gabreil and tortured him for answers, but were told he threw them into the streams of time. Never to be seen again as long as we all would live. My mistress cry apoun hearing this news, her sarrows grew even deeper. As did her hatred for her own kind. Poor lady death, if I could have been their sooner to stop gabreil none of this would have happened...  But at last it did. As I poundered threw my feeling a greife now at he front of the school, only to be scared outta my wits as a long car drove at me. I ducked just in time for it to pass over my head, when I sinced something... Familiar as the back of the vehicle went over my head and parked a few feet away in front of the schools main entrance. What's is this? I questioned the feeling of fimiliarity as I walked over to what all most sent my demon head flying, snkffing at the side of it trying to pick up on what I senced before.  Was it just my imagination? It couldn't have been, I must have been scared... I shighed before turning around to be greatted by a boy in red pin strips. Hi there little guy, are you ok? My driver didn't hit you did he? As the mysterious boy picked me up I felt it again, the strong sensation of power that over whelmed me before. Its ok little guy ur ok now. He smiled with a fang filled grin as his. Master Oliver I implore you put that thing down, god knows how long its been a stray!  Calm urself Lee! If he were a stray he wouldn't be so clean, now apologize for almost hitting him or else! I..I.. But master Oliver? The boys eyes looked at his servent like razors to cutting threw his soul.  Aahhh! the boys servent shreiked as he stared at him. Do I have to repeat myself Lee?  N-n-n-no sir master Oliver! I'm sorry Mr.cat I didn't mean to almost hit you we were just in a rush to get here on time!! Good lee! Now take the limo home and have it nice and waxed up for when you come to pick me up. I have a feeling today's going to be really intresting. The young master started to walk towards the school with me in his hands. M-master oliver, I'm sorry but they don't allow pets in the school... Oh? And why would they not allow that? My father owns this place doesent he? He said in a dull unamused tone. Y-yes my young master but its the rules of the board of education. You can't just break them whenever you like... Unfortuneatly that's exactly what I can do, and if I chose to bring my new pet into the my fathers school which he owns. Then who has the right to say other wise? The boy replied in his coky manner as he walk in with me in his hands. The hall littered with humans from hallway to hallway, greeting the one I had come to know as oliver. They all seemed to worship him like a prince, I even saw him taunt one paticular human he found threatening another one wearing the same attire. You hear me Walton! I want you to stay away from my girl, no arguing you got that!!?? Or else me and the guys are gonna make sure you don't play another game of lacrosse again! The boy they were threatening just walked away paying them no mind as my apparent new owner walked up behind him placing his hand on the trouble makers shoulder. Now now my good boy, that wouldn't be a threat now would it? a sudden chill ran down the trouble makers spine as he heard my masters shuttle tone toward his words, as a look of fear and shock spread across his face. O-oliver? W-w-when did you get back from Germany? Oh I've been back in town for a while Michelle, i just didn't feel like coming to school was all. Being the son of the principle who owns this town has benefits like that. And also if I wanted to I could make sure no one would hear from you again, but that's just me going over borad now isn't it? My new master smile stretched wide as the boy ran away screaming in terror. Serves him right, making threats against other students in my fathers school. I'm surprised he still goes here. Maybe I can ask dad to make him move to a diffrent town entirely!  Or maybe you could just stop acting like a mobster and tell him you can't do anything! The voice of a young female human called to him from behind. So how was you're mini vacation Oliver? She asked with a smile as she patted his back only to be doged by my new master. Please do t touch my suit Lisa! It was hand crafted by the finest hands in all of Germany. I wouldn't want it to get ruined so easily. He exclaimed with a mellow tone as she looked at me. Then why are you holding a stray cat? She ask petting my fur making me purr a little as he removed her hand. I'll also have you know he's not a stray, besides strays don't smell this good or have such clean fur. Only cats of high standards like myself are like this. He replied petting me himself, causing me to purr more loudly as his hand glided along my fur like the cool summers breazze. Oliver I'll never get whats up with you and cats, its almost like their human beings to you. That maybe so Lisa, but my obsessions are Nome of you're business. But you might want to run now cause I think ur English exam is today. The girls face shot up in shock at this news. Oh fuck I'm gonna be late!!  She yelled as she ran off. Lisa by the way number twenty is a trick question!! He yelled at her down the hall as she ran off. Man I'm starving, I wonder what the caffiteria is serving today? Chapter 4 (The Unraveling of Power) -part two Later that same day after my new master splurged as he said on the best the caffiteria had to offer, he let me down and I followed him willingly outside the back of the school. I don't know what type of nostalgia made him come to such a frightening place. The back wood behind this school were dark and had the most smells of death I had ever encountered... But the look on his face as he took a whiff of the air in these wood was like that of a drug addict getting g his daily high. Aaahh! There's nothing like the smell of the forest, especially this one. He said picking me up and walking in deeper. Did you know this forest had a murder recorded of over fithty victims and counting? I actually found the twenty second body here when I was ten. Some old dude who was slashed to ribbons. I know I should have been scared, but there was just something about that dead man that seem familiar to me. He paused to think as I wondered why so many were killed here.   I guess it was just because I'm a strange child. None the less let's go a little deeper ok, I hear there's a secret water fall in these woods somewhere. And I'm not leaving until I find it. We walked for what seemed to be hours on end as oliver searched high and low. We even came across a bear by accident, but it went away after I told it I would make sure to bring her back a fish if she left him alone. Haven't seen that bare in a while though... Uuugghh!! This is so annoying!! Where the hell could this stupid water fall be!!?? he shouted stomping his foot in flustration as he fell threw the ground into an old abandoned house. Aaahhhh!!! My leg!! I broke my leg!! Aaaaahhh!!! I was in shock as I jumped down to see if he was ok, he wasn't the break was bad and his leg was turning dark red as he groaned in pain. I wish I could have done something, but there was nothing I could do while he was awake. Fucking hell why did this have to happen to me!? Dam it!! He fringed in painas he petted my head. At least you came to comert me huh little guy? Its good to know I'm not alone down in here by myself. Actually its a really bad thing to know. the hairs in my back stood up as the voice of a girl disagreed with my masters optimistic veiw of the situation. What the? W-whos there? Please tell me you're here to help me!? To my masters question a figure emerged from the shadows pale as the moon and covered in scares, she smelled of freash blood as a machete she was carrying shined in the light of the broken roof. Wh-who are you? Ar-are you.. Are you the? The killer of the hollow woods, yes if that's the awnser you're looking for? *she gave him a blank stare of dissappiontment as she walked closer to him* and it seems you just broke my roof you cluts! Now how am I sappose to sleep when it rains? She asked as though talking to him as though she had known him for a long time. Look I'm really sorry ok, it was my... Aaahh!! He groaned holding his broken leg. It was my fault entirely... I swear I'll fix it. Just please let help me so I can! Her stare only became more dissapointed as she stared at him her head dropped. You do remember me don't you? Oliver? It hasent been that long, you should remember me.. The young masters face grew confused at her words as he looked at her intensly. C'mon oliver I'm not that had of a face to forget!! But why would you care... All the money in the world why would you even care to.. Red? Her face lit up as her eyes cryed to his words. Red is that really you?  His hand reached for her only to be tackled and hugged by a crying killer. Oh Oliver you did remember!!  How could I forget, red we've been looking for you for years. How did you end up here? The young killers wipes her tears as she explained the long series of events while tending to his injured leg. So all these murder victims are really ur huh? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were going for a record! He complimented her as they both smiled, and as I wondered how such a boy that comes from wealth wasent scared of a girl who murders for fun. I really missed you red, life hasent been the same ever since we lost you. Oliver you don't have to be so kind to me, besides I'm just happy you dropped by! They both laughed at her pun as I walked the hall in confusion of the two of them, while walking the halls of her house I was greeted by a cat. Well hello there tom cat, I haven't seen you around these parts before.  Oh I uuh.... Um hi? I said in a awkward reply which she laughed at. So what's a well groomed cat like you doing in a place like this? I blushed a bit as she flirted with me. Well to be honest my lady me and my master found this place by total mistake. I would go into more details about this part but let's get back go the main story ok my  friend... Eh hem... Anyways. So you dad really own the whole town now? Wow he must be really powerful right now.she said with a smile as she wrapped his leg in stolen medical supplies. Well most of it anyways, theirs still a small bit of town he's trying to get. But the people who own it say theyed rather die then sell it. Also we've been getting death threats but Dad says he has it all under control. Well I hope he dose... Hey oliver. Her tone seemed tone lighten. Ya red? I know this is a bit sudden but.... Is it all right if you could come visit me out here more often when ur leg is better? Not to sound dessprate for company or anything but.. I.. Mmmm! Suddenly my master kissed her intensely not holding anything back as she closed her eyes kissing him in return. Oliver? I'll always come back red, as long as I'm alive. Nothing will keep me from comming back for you. He exclaimed passionately as she imbraced him in tears, although it seemed wrong in my eyes for him to love such a person. It was as though they knew they were ment to be. ____________________________________________ Chapter 4 (the unraveling of power) part two  just so my tail isn't to long, no cat pun intended. lets skip ahead a week later to when i meet the second unusual human in this school.  for gods sake where did that red headed human get off to? i asked worrying. i need to be at his side while he recovers from his injury. As i walked along the hallway looking for him in worry as i was picked up from behind by a familiar presence, i turned my head around hoping id see my new master had picked me up only to see a paler face and darker hair. i remember thinking why is master oliver look like this? while i stared at his familiar face pale as a ghost and with hair black as the night. hey arnt you Oliver's cat? what are you doing out here in the halls little guy? i looked at his confused and oddly a bit offended by being called little. but still i wondered why i felt the same presence emanating from him as i did master Oliver. hey Hollow!! hurry up were gonna be late for class if we dont book it now!! his eyes shot open to this news. Oh shit i allmost forgot!! not even bothering to set me back down he ran into class with my and hid me in his bag with the sipper partly undone just as the bell rang out loudly. aahh!! Why do humans allways need such loud bells? i muttered silently.  hey hollow did you say something? a student across from him asked. No why you ask? he replied. i thought i heard you talking about the bells after they rang. the student replied confused and she wondered who i was. looks like id better be quite while i wait. i thought to myself while in his bag i peered out the zipper to see what type of class i was in. OK students turn ur animal biology books to chapter fourteen today we will be learning about cats and their mating process. the cold irony of this was almost to much for me or the pale human who found me to bare as we slowly facepalmed at the same time together. Well couldn't get more ironic i guess... later after the class was over the one called Hollow went around the school insearch of Oliver. hey has anyone seen Oliver? the pale boy named holding me asked. i know where he is, but its gonna cost ya for the information!^^~ it was the girl named lisa, one of master Olivers closest friends from what i had learned from a whole week of living with him as a pet and listening to him on the phone. Oh hi lisa... please dont tell me its one of those kinda favors again please... hey asked with a worried expression as she leaned in closer. No silly nothing like that EMO boy, besides after last time they might actually think ur a satanist gypsy! she laughed as he sighed. Were is Oliver lisa? he asked unamused. oh dont be a stick in the mud im just kidding! He went home right after lunch period, something about he had a hot date tonight. funny i dont remember him seeing anyone though. She poundered her little human mind as i felt dumbfounded to this news and muttered. no fucking wonder... Well thanks Lisa ill just going now... he said trying to slink away. hold it right their Hollow! i havent forgot about that favor u owe me in the last two seconds, im not that dumb! she exclaimed with a smile. oh for the love of! Fine what the hell is it and if i dont like it im not going to do it! She suddenly flashed a picture as he replied in a cool heated tone. Hey what the hell was that for!? sorry i just wanted a photo for the year book was all! she said holding a picture of Oliver behind her back. OK whatever Lisa, but i better not see that picture in some weird rumor later! we left and i looked back threw the bag only to catch a glimpse of her talking, i couldnt hear her but i could tell she was asking herself, why do they look the same? as she looked at two pictures in her hand. Hello!! Hello!! the one named Hollow shouted from a large gate with a family crest in the shape of an old oak tree with what appeared to death sitting at its roots as he pressed a button the calling box. Hello is Oliver home? i found his cat and was wondering if he was looking for him... With no reply but a loud buzzing the gates opened and the man named Lee pulled up in golf cart. Hello sir im master Olivers personal servent, how may i help you? he asked as he saw me pop my head out of Hollows bag. Ah! i see you found my masters pet Ollie, i was wondering where he ran off to this morning. he said as i was handed over to him. so where is oliver? hollow asked curious. my master went out to dinner with his female friend after a day of looking at dresses, according to him she deserved nothing but the best for their date tonight. he explained cleaning my fur with a flea comb. so where do you hail from if i might ask?  oh im no one specil, im just a gypsy kid... hollow seemed to dreaded saying this as to such i high class servent. oh then you must be the gypsy boy that the whole town is talking about, the one drew a demonic picture of jeasus christ am i right? he asked with curious eyes as Hollow rubbed his neck. yeah but i wasent doing it do be disrespectfull, i didnt even know who the guy was when i drew it. I was just making it so i wouldnt be in debt to this girl at school, besides she asked for it not me... look i know youre life is hard kid but dont get me wrong, you really shouldnt be so nieve when girls ask you for stuff. even things like a photo can get you into trouble. hollows mind thought back to Lisa snapping a photo of him. yeah dude you dont know how ironic that sounds right now... but thanks anyways, ill just be heading home now. dont be so hasty my young friend stay a while, im sure my master would be pleased to meet you. He could use some new friends as well, i fear that Lisa girl might get him into trouble one day. thanks for the offer servant dude, but if i dont get back before eight my mom is gonna flips her crystal ball again. he said walking off into the distance. ____________________________________________ Chapter 4 (the unraveling of power) part three the next day came rather quickly as i  was carried into the school perched acrossed master Olivers shoulders like a throw. the school band was playing and the students were all popping streamers on the lacross field as the game ended for the day and my masters father took the mic.  Good evening everyone, today as you know is a very special day. even though we lost against our opponents today we invite them to say and celibate as we sing Happy Birth day to two of our schools pride and joys. My son Oliver, and our lacross captain Walton Oliver. I know im astonished by that bit i irony but if everyone will lineup on their sides of the field were gonna be blowing out candles and singing after words well all have some yummy cake made by my house staff. the humans of my masters father seemed to enjoy this rather humiliating activity as my master and walton as he was called blew out their candles on their individual cakes. but after a while i saw lisa walking to the one named hollow as he sat by himself at the bleachers with a slice of cake. hey whats wrong hollow? you know its a birthday party right? she asked a bit worried. yeah but thats whats got me down... its a birthday party for someone else. but its my birthday today to... he said sadly looking at his slice of cake. didnt you celebrate with ur mother today? she asked. no she was to busy reading fortunes while drunk to even remember what today was. suddenly a lighter lit a candle placed on his slice by lisa. well you cant just sit here and be envyous of other dumby, make a wish and make it a good one! she hit his shoulder smiling at him. Well... i guess.. it wouldn't hurt. smiling as he closed his eyes and made his wish blowing out his candle, and just as he did outta no where the clouds began to flash with lightning as a tree nearby was struck. holy shit what was that!? hollow yelled in fear as more bolts started striking around them and on the field incinerating what was left of the cake.  As the chaos erupted everone ran for shelter hiding under the stone bleachers, in the mist of the danger i ran into the field looking to the heavens. whats going on? why os the lords wrath coming down here? i heard yelling from behind me and a loud flash, as i turned to see the one called walton being linked with Gods power his cloths burned and flesh in a bloody mess as hollow came to save him only to be struck as well, followed by my adopted master Oliver. they screamed in agony and pain as thier bodys became like x-ray images. i could see winged monster standing in their places as they flickered the lighting striking them still changing the beasts i saw in the flickers little by little as until they look like their old selfs again. it it cant be... these three... they cant be... i ran to them i fear and joy as the lightning struck them one last time before they fell. MY LORDS!!!! TO BE CONTINUED

[alexandradavisonlma32]

Heathers Rehearsals: Fight For Me

‘Fight For Me’ is the number where the audience is first introduced to J.D by Veronica. It’s almost love at first sight as J.D stands up to the Jocks and the song itself follows a fight between J.D and the Jocks (Kurt and Ram) where J.D ultimately wins and Veronica swoons. It is the first small suggestion of J.D’s toxicity as the first introduction we get of him is a fist fight. In our version of Heathers we have always had J.D on stage and always had him in the backgrounds of the numbers so the audience have always actually seen him but only now do we see who he is. 

The vocals for this number were something that I struggled with a lot, as they were quite complex. I was surprised, as I knew this song quite well and so thought I would pick up the harmonies quite quickly, but it was the song that I struggled with the most so far. It has taken a lot of listening to the recordings you see below and also gathering my harmony group together and singing through it together as the trouble started when we would all sing as an ensemble, and as it is at the end of the number, a lot happens in between that makes you loose the note that you’re on.

The section that I struggled with the most were the endings of the ‘holy sh**’s as the middle harmony didn’t have an obvious starting note that they could find in the music and so it had to be about memory rather than relying on a starting note and knowing it as well as possible. After much practice I think it’s very well learned and I can carry it out well without having to think about it too much.

The next thing that we focused on was the choreography to this number, and this is the number that is a fight scene with lots of slow motion happening, so I felt like I had to make sure my positioning and intent was right for mt character as everything is slow motion people can pick up on what you’re doing much more even though Heather McNamara isn’t the main focus for the audience you can always be seen by somebody so it is important to maintain your role. 

From the beginning we have sharp movements on three beats before holding the final one, and I chose a position when I’m in a flat back position with my arm outstretched and a shocked expression, as I feel like this positioning looks ditsy but with the hint of provocation which is in keeping with all of the traits I have been building for Heather McNamara so far. I have to stay in this position for quite a while, and so I could get hurt if I don’t warm up correctly before rehearsals and stretch properly to warm up my hamstrings. I always make sure to do a full warm up, as this will also help with my stamina, and then go into stretching to make sure no muscles get injured as this would set me and others back in rehearsals and so it is important to do. 

The slow motion sections were a lot of fun, and the audience will find it very comedic with the facial expressions that are being exchanged over the stage between not only Kurt and Ram who are the Jocks getting beaten up by J.D but everyone else on the stage. I turn to look at Heather Duke in the slow motion section before turning back and looking like I’m enjoying the fight too much with a large over exaggerated facial expression. 

The part where it gets into a dance after the positions was something I had to practice to stay focused for as when you’re frozen and slow motioning for so long sometimes I feel like I can get out of the swing of the number once normal tempo when dancing returns and so I have to make sure to stay in the action all the way through the number.  This took me to know the routine well, and I felt I picked up the choreography quite quickly with this number so I could try and add a lot of character as the energy cannot drop in this very important number in the show, it’s so vital that the audience sees Veronica’s attraction to J.D and that we see the ‘mysterious bad boy’ from J.D for the rest of the show to work, as the audience has to understand why Veronica stays with J.D and even feel the same thrill that Veronica is feeling while watching the scene unfold, even though he’s incredibly toxic and a murderer later on in the show, we have to show the audience that J.D is very enticing and charasmatic and so this number is the perfect setting to make Veronica’s wit and J.D’s bad boy appeal apparent. This is one of the reasons why I look like I am enjoying it, to try and show the audience that J.D in this moment is attractive to more people in this moment than Veronica.

Playbill, (2018) has Laurence O’Keefe and Kevin Murphy support this, as they describe this number to be the one where “Veronica gets a guilty erotic charge from watching mysterious hot new kid J.D. kicking the crap out of two bullies.” and they also support my argument for the intention of this number stating that “By the end of the number, the audience is cheering and applauding a violent act of retaliation. This sets the necessary tone for the rest of the story early on, helping the audience feel okay laughing at some pretty harsh and cruel stuff, while building evidence to make our later argument that harsh and cruel behavior is no laughing matter.” (Playbill, 2018)

[screamingtofu]

First d&d session is complete

Guys, holy shit. D&D is so fucking fun. We only had 3 people show up due to conflicting schedules, but we pressed on anyway and bud, let me tell you we went for 6 damn hours and it didn’t feel like it at all. Gonna put the rundown under a read more because it’s a decent chunk and I’m tired.

The npc guide finds me in shackled in prison and says they’re looking for people who want to help and protect others, Eridol immediately insults him before pointing to his holy symbol and mentions anything is better than staying in jail again. So they go off and end up bickering outside a church because the guide is being a cryptic bastard and Eridol is both amused and annoyed at the lack of straight answers. The NPC who Eridol now knows is named Core wanders into the church looking for another player character who we find. He’s a charasmatic fuck of a dragonborn paladin called Draccus who joins us only after he gets up us for loitering outside the church (Bitch, it’s my church too. Calm thy scaly tits). We all then go off to get a horse each and travel into the forest to find our last member of this merry band, a hobgoblin fighter called Olgum/Olgrum depending on who you talk to who had been living out in the forests for like 40 years … he’s basically hobgoblin Danny Trejo and sounds like Dr Claw from Inspector Gadget.

After a heartfelt speech from Core of “If you come with us, you can kill lots of things” we wander back to the horses. Simple math check, we only have three horses. As soon as we get there Core and Draccus both jump on and start riding away, as Eridol is standing there really thinking about how this hobgoblin said he wanted to eat him he mentions that he’ll just walk … only to be picked up by the scruff of the shirt and put neck deep in a drawstring food bag that was on the horse. Eridol was not exactly pleased with this but it works. After about an hours ride we come up to the first quest npc, big stocky dude called Heinrik, who runs a carriage company running stock between towns but has recently suffered attacks while travelling in the forests. We take off with his carriage, Eridol thankfully riding shotgun and not in the food sack anymore before stopping for the night about a third of the way through the forest.

Olgum gets the scent of a boar from earlier and wanders off to hunt it, he follows the scent to a stream and decides to cross it and finds a dark mound moving slightly, mostly obscured by the shadows. After about 20 minutes of him being gone Eridol and Draccus (Who at this point, Eridol is just calling Drac … much to his dismay) decide they should go and find him, they follow him to the stream and because Eridol is the only one with dark vision, he’s the only one that can see that yeah the boar is there, but so are the 2 wolves eating it. Eridol tells Drac before yelling for Olgum and nearly murdering one of the wolves with a sacred flame. The light from the attack is enough for Olgum to get his bearings before screaming “He’s mine”. In that moment the non singed wolf took him down to 2 hp with a single attack because we’re all squishy babies. Drac seriously considers tossing Eridol across the river because it’d be above my head but reconsiders and crosses the waist deep water for him and throws a javelin at the injured wolf … and spit roasts it straight through the back of the mouth as it was lunging for Olgum. Olgum just straight up decapitates the other wolf in one swing before Eridol casts a healing word on him and we take the boar and wolves back to camp. Drac skins the wolves and the hulking hobgoblin that Eridol is just calling Olga now is expertly butchering this pig. like damn it is a work of art. Once he’s done he throws both Drac and Eridol a boar leg each. Drac being a shit uses his flame breathe to sear it and digs in. Eridol goes and grabs some spices and rolls a fucking nat 20 on the cooking check to make the best roast ever before he hacks the best part of and gives it to Olga just as an acknowledgement that this meat based friendship was going amazingly

So we wake up and continue on our way, Olga and Core riding up front, myself riding shotgun with Heinrik and Drac on rear guide. I see a blur of red sitter past in the bushes and inform Heinrik who gets his crossbow and I ready my hammer and shield.Olga hears goblinspeak in the bushes before 2 rocks come whizzing at us, one pings off my shield and the other clocks Core right in the back of the head. While he’s dazed, Olga whips a hatchet through a kobold’s head and runs off to melee with a goblin, I cast shield of faith on Heinrik because that seems like a good idea before jumping down and running towards another kobold. Core shoots off a pretty limp ray of frost at one of them. This giant fuck of an orc runs out, takes a heavy crossbow bolt from Heinrik, Slashes the fuck out of Heinrik before seeing Drac and taking a bonus action to run to him. It’s at this point Drac notices what the fuck is happening  because he got a nat 1 on a perception check and then a 2 for initiative. Drac dismounts his horse and disarms the orc  … he literally sliced one of his fucking arms off mid swing and it just goes sailing into the forest before the orc passes out from shock. The kobold near me sees this and tries to nope the fuck out and I crack his skull open as a reaction before casting healing word on Heinrik because he was fuuuuuucked up. Olga decapitates the currently sole goblin as it was on it’s knees begging for mercy. 

Now the combats over, we see Core running to give the orc a potion because Heinrik wanted him alive. Eridol gets there first and casts spare the dying while we rope up and shackle the orc before we throw a potion down his throat. At this point Eridol wanders off to find his shield and the orc arm but Heinrik grills this dude for info about his missing supplies and daughter. The orc laughs before mentioning they were going to rape the daughter and she would birth a fine litter of babies for them … at which point Heinrik got angry and the orc lost his head. Eridol is just in the background carrying this orc arm that is bigger than he is, looking at all the tattoos and decides he really wants to keep one of them so he flays the skin to get this really ornate pirate ship tattoo off the arm, before moving the Orc’s body off the road and getting back on the wagon. Olga, Drac and Eridol are just covered in blood and gore from the fight and sa they make it to the outside of the town that currently doesn’t have a name a very fresh faced guard in the militia sees us and asks for the gate to be opened. Once it’s been opened he stands at attention, mostly for Core and also because Eridol has his rank insignia on his armor. Eridol fiddles with the orc arm that he’s been carrying this whole time and uses it to salute the two guards, one of which just loses is and starts throwing up, which causes the other one to see what’s going on and starts dryretching as well. Good times. 

We get inside and all kind of wander off while Core goes and does his governmental duties. Drac immediately goes to church and prays and talks to the abbot about a map he found and is directed to an in called the Golden Ales. Eridol goes and finds a tanner and is pointed towards the creepiest motherfucker you could ever see. I’m talking if someone took Serverus snape and just stretched him vertically. On top of this fucker instantly knowing that I was giving him orc skin, I swear he orgasmed a bit when I told him I had “an armful” more skin. Eridol probably just made a deal with fantasy buffalo bill to occassionally drop off strange and exotic skins … but hey, that’s a thing. I then made my way to the church and prayed to my god for the not exactly friendly deaths before leaving with Drac to go find the tavern. 

Olga on the otherhand finds the tavern on his own and almost starts a fucking brawl with the owner because he asked for the most expensive booze there, didn’t pay and then threatened everyone in the bar … which caused the owner to bring out his goliath cook/lover who Olga then called a pet which escalated things even further. This is where Drac and I find the place, walk in talking about how cool it was when Drac de-armed that guy to complete silence and 8 shock collared orcs about to jump Olga. Eridol walks straight next to Olga and buys a drink for Olga and himself which cost most of his gold but seemed to deescalate the situation. Drac being all goody too shoes doesn’t like the look of the collars and immediately tried to free one of the orcs before getting zapped and warned by the owner that the collars are there for a reason and if you remove it, it’ll be bad for you for worse for the orc … who would die. Drac comes and joins us at the bar and he and the owner have a tense conversation about freedom and rights before the owner takes a liking to him for his resolve and goes to get some fancy booze. Eridol takes the time to jokingly call the goliath who we now know is called Juriel “tiny” and Juriel takes that as Eridol is insulting his manhood. the owner comes back and pours this fancy booze for everyone and we talk and drink for a while before someone orders some meat, at which Juriel lights up and goes back to the kitchen for 20 minutes before coming back with a raw venison steak for Olga, a nicely cooked steak for Drac and 2 roast chickens, a full side of potatoes and roast vegetables for Eridol. Eridol immediately lights up because holy shit this is the best looking chicken he’s ever seen and just really trying to make the goliath feel good. 

Then guess who takes a great big bite and rolls a fucking nat 1 on a constitution save. Eridol goes pale as a sheet and is retching while he eats some of the chicken. All the while just professing to Juriel how it’s so good and he should be proud. So everyone keeps drinking and we get the information we need before retiring back to the rooms. Olga gets a room to himself, Eridol is fast asleep on a childs cot in Drac’s room before Drac gets tired of the frankly loud snoring and pungent smell from Eridol who is still absolutely covered in blood and gore and pushes Eridols cot out into the hallway, who at some point ends up underneath it with a leg sticking up out of one of the holes.

[rassasassalin]

Might as well christen this place where I can overthink some rasslin’.  Good a night as any for it.  Gonna be taking notes as I go through Raw, and will publish under a readmore when done.  Really long, mostly just steam of conscious.  Might do a summarized thoughts later.  But probably not.  Summaries are my mortal enemies.

!!!  Dean vs Joe!  That should be a fun match!  Love Joe, love Dean, and their styles should clash pretty well.  Also, I love Joe’s theme.  And Joe talking.  He’s so damn good on the mike.  He’s got a wonderful cadence, and he’s like, the perfectly articulate heel.  So good.

I like the Roman drinks orange juice after he brushes his teeth sign.  It’s good.  I mean, it’s hella gross, but I like those kind of signs.  Good stuff.

The Roman chant is interesting.  I haven’t really heard a crowd chant for a face in a while.  Although I think it’s still arguable whether or not Roman is a face.  Still.  Good to have a crowd chanting for one.  Part of the problem, I find, with today’s rassling, nobody chants for the faces to come out and fix problems, because there is no real Top Face that, you know, does face things.

Congrats to the dude who’s wife bough him tickets.

Yeah, no duh it’s a trap, why’d Ro go out there on his own, that’s silly.  Clearly Joe and Sheazaro made some kind of alliance last week, come on boys.  Also of course look at the fight in Dean, he’s always been the one in the Shield that gets the shit kicked out of him the worst, he’s a pain magnet, that’s part of why we love him so much.

Was feeling pretty happy from that promo about Bliss and Banks fighting the first women’s match over in Abu Dhabi, but then they cut to the ring and I see a sign saying that the Browns will be the Superbowl Champs and I’ve been laughing ever since fuck me, keep living the dream my friend, keep living that dream.

Seriously tho, I’ve loved Mickey James for forever, what a legend, what an underrated gem, I hate that she’s being wasted right now.

So... I didn’t watch Tough Enough since like... idk, the third “season”, I guess you could say, and I never watch Total Divas, but... maybe I’m totally wrong, but Mandy Rose feels a lot like- just from ring attire and attitude-, a golden version of Eva Marie?  And I’m not particularly interested in that.  Like watching Paige wrestle, I’ve enjoyed Sonya from what I’ve seen from her on Main and on NXT- always down for some female Bruisers, y’know?- but Mandy just seems... Idk.  Been there, done that, seen that character a hundred times.  Unless she’s going to pull a Marlena with a... Velveteen Dream?  He’s the only openly sensual sort of rassler in the WWE right now that could follow that old spirit of Goldust- and he definitely doesn’t need a handler of any kind, to be honest.  But like, outside of that?  Don’t care.  Got the feeling she’s going to be the weak link/first one to betray Paige’s lil group.

...Omg.  Matt.  Matt, babe.  God, I wanted him to break so bad, but I just... I mean, I’m laughing, but I don’t really see this turning out well for either him or Bray?  It could be good, if treated carefully, but I just don’t trust anyone on creative to do Bray right anymore.  Which is a fucking shame, because he makes a fantastic cult leader, he was so charasmatic and scary and then they took away his fucking cult and just what is even the point?  Like even the fact that he never wins anything, I could mostly ignore or more not really care if even after a loss he was still like this looming, evil shadow ready to consume any and all that come in his path but-  Look, point I’m trying to make here is that Bray is actually supposed to be a serious character, even if they don’t make him a properly scary character anymore, and putting him up against a comedy act- and Br/Woken Matt is a comedy act, a fantastic satire, simply the best, I love him....  I don’t know.  Maybe if I knew that Matt and Bray were actually coming up with their storyline.  That’d be cool, but...  I’ll try to be optimistic, but it’ll be hard.

...The breaking the Woken, ehehehe, fuck you Impact.

Fuck my life it looks like someone is cutting their own youtube backstage promo against clips from Bray, I’m laughing and crying and- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW ABIGAIL AND YOU GUYS HUNG OUT IN BABYLON I MEAN BABY-LAWN?  Nevermind youtube promos, this is like two kids on the playground playing imaginairy war and Bray just pulled out what he thought was his trump card and Matt’s all flip turning it upside down and now Bray’ll cry to the nearest adult that Matt’s not playing the game right, he’s not allowed to change Abigail’s backstory.

God, Bray, no, don’t make me choose, I love you both- broken warriors???  Wyatt swarm????  Could we have a whole battle royal sort of thing????????  Because I’m down, I’m so down- Stop making me laugh at your laughing you fucking dweebs I’m crying, I’m actually literally crying.

Booker looks so done with everything, poor Book.

Oh.  Ohhhhh, okay, here we go, Cruiser Weights now, what are they going to- oh no, not this thing with Nia, I’m just.  I love Nia.  I don’t hate Enzo, but there’s no reason for- DREW!  oh, they acknowledged Swann.  Real quick, there we go.

...Drew’s lil’ elbow.  His oooohing.  HE’S WILLING TO FIGHT NIA!  I LOVE THIS MAN.

What do you mean Finn’s fighting Curtis?  But his neck is like, super broken guys?  No, really, come on, this isn’t fair, poor Axel.  I love that guy.  SHut the hell up Cole, he SO needs that neck brace, he got beat the heck up by the Shield, he’s hurt.  Lookit Curtis and Bo.  Look at those happy babies.  Even Finn’s happy.  This is all I need in life.

!!!!!!!!!  Curtis, no!  You need- oh, sucker punch, nice.  Noice.  Now this might be a fight.  Wow, Curtis is coming in hard and fast, I like it.  Oh no!!!  His neck again!  Poor Curtis.  Looks like it’s his curse to have to be in a neck brace for the rest of his career.  I too, hope he’s okay, Corey.

Worried about the way they keep talking about Sheamus.  I’ve been hearing things about him might having to retire soon, and now I’m super bummed because I actually really like that big Red Headed goof.  I’m gonna miss him if he does have to leave soon.  Wonder if they’ll actually give him the big singles belt one last time.  Hmmm...  Anyways... yeah, not sure I trust the whole Partners Barred from Ringside thing.  Wouldn’t hold my breath for there being no interference.

OKAY.  I’ve not seen THAT one before.  Just toss the man by the knee over your shoulder Sheamus, that’s fine, it’s cool, doesn’t make me hurt at all.  Hella nice submission, tho.  Love me some submissions.

And THAT’s why big men don’t tend to go up on the top rope.  Should listen to our beloved Gulak.  No Fly Zone for Hosses.

Alright, I hated that knee when Rollins started to use it, and it’s still not the greatest finisher I’ve ever seen him do, but at least now he looks pretty confident while doing it.  Makes a hell of a difference.

Hehehe, did asking if Dean had a strategy.  Cmon, Renee, you should know your man better than that.  Heh, thanks for the pep talk babe.

Ah, yes, and here we have a commercial for Tribute for the Troops, which I’mma watch and cry like a bitch during.  Fantastic.  And on the Base where I was born, too.  Even Better.  Looks like it’ll have some amazing matches.  And maybe Machine Gun Kelly will get attacked by KO again?  I’d enjoy that.

DREW!!!!!  MISTER T!!!!!!  HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIM CALL EVERYONE BY THEIR LAST NAMES!

“Winner of the Gulak Match”- Micheal Cole, 2017

Alrighty, Swann mentioned again.

OH MY GOD DREW YOU FUCKING CUTIE SWIVEL CHAIRING AROUND SO HE CAN’T EVEN SEE MUSTAFA CLAPPING AT HIM.  Drew “There’s a lotta money working with Enzo but I’m going to casually not say how much” Gulak.  YOU HEARD IT HERE, PEOPLE ON THE STREET TALKING ABOUT HOW GREAT DREW IS.  Drew IS honorable-ish.  The chances are very slim that he’s gonna be the one that ends up stabbing Zo in the back.  Much more likely that it’s the other way around.  ORrrrrrrrrrr that the other boys on the Zo Train will turn on Zo, and Gulak will be the only one that stands by him, a true and loyal friend despite the fact that they’re such an unlikely friendship.

Never stop asking Drew whether or not he’ll fight Enzo.  He is so bad at blatantly changing the subject and I love it, he is legit a horrible politician he’s so bad at two-facing it’s beautiful and amazing.

This just in, Davari just killed Neese with a beautiful spinning discus.  I love that move.  Great move.  Rest in peace, Tony Abs.

I don’t know if the other cruiserweights are inspired by him, but I am super inspired by Drew.  I love him.  Stop badgering the man Cole.  Friends can fight each other and it doesn’t necessarily mean an end to a friendship.  Not... all the time.

Man, Musafa has such pretty moves.  Gorgeous.  I love him.  Shut up Drew, it’s not disgusting.  Don’t actually shut up, I love you.  Oh, and look at Davari taking a play out of Drews- opps, nope, Cedric not letting that happen again- AHAHA “He’s not flying he’s falling!  He’s using gravity to his advantage!”  I wish we coulda seen Drew’s face when he said that.

So... I’m thinking it’ll be Cedric vs Gulak?  Yep.  Yep, it’s Ced- oh no, oh Drew, oh his face, he looks like he’s realized that he’s in trouble.  He totally is.  There’s gonna be some retribution coming Gulak’s way.  He might still win via some duplicitous means- I’m thinking probably Enzo helping Drew get the win so that he gets what he think’s’ll be an easy win against his lackey.  Fuck me, I love Drew Gulak, what a fantastic character, what a beautiful man.

Aaaaaand Roman vs Cesaro next.  Gonna be a slobberknocker.

BUT FIRST DREW AGAIN!!!  MORE DREW!!! YAY!!!!  “Friendly Trashtalk”-  Woah, woah woah woah, how dare you Enzo!?!  Be friends with that poor boy!  YOU SHUT UP ABOUT HIS POWERPOINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

NIA IS BEST WOMAN, LOVE HER, LOVES THE POWERPOINTS, ALSO DREW IS SO FUCKING CUTE “hai nia...!”  Seriously though if they’re going where I think they’re going with Nia and Enzo, I am NOT looking forward to it.  Enzo, right now, isn’t Eddie, and Nia ain’t Chyna.  Love Nia, I really really do, but they haven’t given her enough character to BE a Chyna.  And Eddie and Chyna was a long, slow build, you know?  They worked their way into it.  You can’t just throw an oddball couple together all the time and expect it to work.  Not without any lead up.  Fucking give us hints and glimpses and work up to it.  Don’t just throw it in my face all at once and go “Here you go, isn’t this a glorious couple!?”  No.  It’s outta no where, makes no sense, there’s no chemistry, please stop.

Man, I love me some Uppercuts. And some clotheslines.  These big boys are gonna beat the shit outta each other and it’s great.  Roman doing what Roman does best- hitting people hard.  And some joint manipulation from Cesaro.  Noice.  Awwww.... that’s not nice, Cesaro.  I’m sure like, probably more than half of that crowd likes Roman.  Yeah, I’m hearing what sounds like some kids chanting let’s go Roman.  Which, I mean, you know you’re at least doing something right if you got the kiddos cheering for you.  Annnnnd, Imma have to take a break watching this because the fujiwara hold always looks super gross and I never wanna see someone’s arm actually break.  Cat has perfect timing and has decided to lay on my face.  Thanks, Cat.  Duuuuuuuude, why you gonna- yeah, see, your arm’s already damaged, don’t try to punch someone with it you big ol handsome dingus.  He’s still got a spearrrrr fuccccck that was naaaaasty I hate it when they throw each other at the ring poooooooost aaaand... yep, okay, just gonna nosell there for a second, alright, I get it.

Man... Cesaro might actually win this.  It doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to win this, storyline, but he might.  Aw... man, I miss the swing, feels like I haven’t seen it in forever.

What the hell was that, why was the ref trying to separate them?  I get so confused nowadays.  Used to be we  could trust that if a ref did something like that, it’d be kayfabe stuff.  Now refs aren’t allowed to be part of the stories, so...  Eh.  I miss when we had like, heel ref shenanigans.  Whatever, guess I’m just old.  Not a bad fight, though, in the end.  Even if that ref spot was really weird.

Seriously tho, okay, when did Lesner even come into this rivalry between Kane and Braun???  That’s so random.  Wouldn’t be against Braun taking that fucking title off of Brock so he can just go the hell away again.  Can’t stand him, hated him when he was fighting in the UFC, hate him fighting now.  Best thing about Lesner is that Heymen’s his mouthpiece, and even that is still awful because Paul being Brock’s advocate means that he’s not advocating for more deserving talent.

Yay, Asuka match where she’ll kill someone in the ring!  And then’ll she’ll get surrounded  by- oh no, someone else killed Alicia first.  Yep, okay, so there’s finally going to be a showdown.  They’ve been teasing this for a while.  They’ll probably actually attack this time.  But if they really wanted to swerve, they’d show that Asuka is actually the one in charge of Absolution, all along.  That’d be great.  Not going to happen, but I’d really love Asuka being, like, in charge of a cutthroat female gang.  That’s go serious potential.  Asuaka would make a great mob boss.

Three on one, whatever Booker, it’s still Asuka.  Yeah, see, they wouldn’t let her just-  Ooooooh, Nia!  Nice.  Super nice.  Love it.  And even Foxy!  That’s sweet, lookit her being all savage.  Ehehe, fucking Nia just standing there like yeah, you forgot to take out me, that was a mistake.

Hey look!  It’s a Kurt segment that doesn’t start out with him looking at his phone!  And Jason being mature!!!  I don’t trust it.  They’re gonna turn this boy heel.  Yeah, okay, there we go.  That’s more what I was expecting.  Duuuude, don’t tease me with an Angle Joe match.  I miss those.  Those were fantastic, and I know that you’re not going to give them to me.

I hope Deans feeling a bit better now.  Last couple of times I���ve seen him fighting he’s seemed kinda foggy and outta it.  I worry about him.

AHAHA- Aj’s been Nice?  He put a man threw a car window.  I mean, that man was a McMahon, and I kind of loved it, but still?  Pretty sure even after his face turn he’s pretty solidly on the limbo between the good and bad list this year.

If Jason costs Ambrose this match Imma not be happy.  I’m really looking forward to this match.  Joe will actually let Dean be, you know, creative with his brawling.  And that’s where Deano’s best, when he’s allowed to be unorthadox.  And Yeah, yeah, Ambrose is definitely looking more all there.  ‘S’good.  Man, I’d kinda love for Joe and Ambrose to get in a match where Joe finishes him off in a coquina clutch and Dean doesn’t tap, he just passes the fuck out.  That’s such a glorious face move, refusing to give up even as your body gives up on you.

Loving the way Ambrose is bounding off the middle rope, tha’s beautiful- oh!  A slap!  Nice!  That’s a beautiful mistake.

Jason’s enjoying the match.  Good.  Me too.  JASON, NO.  YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE.  STOP WALKING.  Oooooh, good save there, Ambrose.  That’s my boy.  Dude.  Dude, no, Jason, don’t- what in the world is going on here?  Fuck me, Jason is going to cost Dean the- fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk, DAMMIT JASON.  Yeah, yeah, okay, now you’re in trouble.  I DIDN”T MEAN THAT I WANTED AMBROSE TO SLEEP IN THIS MATCH, ARGH!!!!

So, uh, Deano vs Jason next week?  Or for the next year?  Because let’s face it, Ambrose holds a grudge foreveeeeer.

Hey, Titus!!!! Apollo!!!!  And... Dana... yay...  Oh!  The good brothers!  I wish that I could say Nerds with such vim and vigor.  It’s a serious gift.

Also yay, no one got killed as Braun made his way to the ring???

Okay, come on, we all know Zayn and Owens ain’t getting fired, Daniel is going to get Shane out of the picture and take over the role as ref so it’s actually fair.  Or like, idk, Hunter or Steph are going to come out and fuck someone over.. Maybe Randy will turn, because, you know, he’s got a connection to Trips and also he’s been a face for like forever in Viper years and also we’ve got that unresolved stuff with Hunter giving the Universal Championship to Kevin, soooo....  Either way, someone getting screwed, and I’m pretty damn sure it ain’t going to be out canadian boyos.

Eheheheh, reinforcing the ring.  I hope they break it in two.  I love that shit.   So much fun.  Because I’m apparently still a baby.

Ummm... Pretty sure Kane’s most monstrous moments involved his various kidnappings of pretty ladies.  Or the time he tried to kill his Paul Bearer.  But you know, what do I know, I’ve just been literally watching Kane since he first premiered AS Kane.  Sure, yeah, most “monstrous” thing he’s ever done was thrown a man in a trash collector.  Yep.  That’s it.

A countout???  Boooooo...  Also... who’s going to go fight Brock now?  Someone’s gonna get Kayfabe murdered until there’s only one left to fight Bork.

Okay, they seriously need to stop with the whole fucking with people’s throats thing.  I don’t like it, it worries me, and also they make choking gagging noises which sets off my own gag reflex which is not fun.

oh hey, look, Braun became insta-face by bringing out a table.  I love how easy to please wrestling fans are sometimes.  Kane?  You okay?  That trip looked nasty.

OOOOOH!!!!  BRAUN HAS INHERITED THE MONSTER SIT UP MOVE!!!!  THAT’S SUPER EXCITING!!!!  That looks like a passing of the torch to me.  I like it.  I like where that could be heading.  Yes, good, good end to Raw.