#oh actually for a sec lets talk about colors

[bakubunny]

aaaa u think u could do the nsfw alphabet with aizawa?

this took a hot sec bc i got busy but here u go. 🖤

a-z for aizawa.

aftercare -> if we’re talking after sex in general, he’s cuddly and sleepy. he cuddles a bit, showers with you, maybe grabs a snack if necessary, and after that, he’s stuck to you like glue for a bit. if we’re talking like… dom!shota, he’ll give you what you need and basically just wants cuddles and kisses in return. dom drop takes a couple of days to hit and he doesn’t always notice it; making love & acts of service are the cure, so make his fav meals or take smth off his plate for a little while if you’re gonna have an intense scene.

body part -> shota doesn’t think much of his body. i don’t think he lacks confidence, he just doesn’t care. it’s not a priority other than making sure he can keep up with the demands of his job. if you had to make him pick, he’d probably say his back. i think most people hc shota as an ass man, but for personal reasons i’m gonna say he’s into necks and thighs.

cum -> ugh. i have more ideas than i should put here. he leaks quite a bit and also cums a lot. despite what many might think, he’s a very hydrated man (read: half of his “water” intake is coffee) with a half decent diet (sometimes). probably doesn’t taste great, but also not gag inducing either.

dirty secret -> he’s a dirty panty snatcher. sometimes he’ll wrap them around his dick, other times he just put them to his nose while he jacks off to smell your scent.

experience -> shota’s not like… had a ton of partners but he’s far from clueless. he knows what works for him and enjoys figuring out what works for his partner.

favorite position -> prone bone or modified doggy. maybe modified missionary, interpret that how you want.

goofy -> he can laugh over something that’s genuinely funny, but generally he’s not the one saying the funny things. he’s pretty serious. (erasermic is basically canon. you can’t tell me he wouldn’t secretly love hizashi’s goofiness in bed.)

hair -> i’m sorry, but you cannot look at how this man keeps the hair on his head and tell me he does more than the absolute bare minimum when it comes to grooming body hair, especially if he’s single. it’s dark and he’s got a lot of it. he cleans up enough that it’s not obnoxious down stairs, but no more… unless he’s with someone, then he’ll put in a little more effort for… reasons.

intimacy -> he can be rough and blah blah blah, all that, but he’s a highly intimate person in the sense that you are the only person who sees him like this, and he makes you feel like the only person in the world he could ever be with. (did i mention this mf is possessive as hell in bed? he is.)

jack off -> it’s usually more of a functional “get it over with” thing for him, but when his mind wanders, he loves to think of how you look bent over, what you sound like, how cute your fuzzy-headed face looks.

kink -> he’s got an oral fixation kink - meaning he’s turned on by a partner with an oral fixation though he doesn’t have one. breeding. he doesn’t want his own kids, but he’ll probably blow instantly the first time you beg tell him to breed you or knock you up even if you can’t get pregnant. impact play. he’s not a sadist, but he does think it’s oh so pretty when you whine and your skin changes colors. bondage. i feel like this one’s kinda self explanatory.

location -> bed or bending you over a counter.

motivation -> teasing with just the right look or touch is what really gets him by surprise. also motivated by seeing his partner flustered and needy.

no -> blood play. he’s seen too much shit to want that, and he’d be scared of actually hurting someone.

oral -> shota’s a thigh man, what do you think? 🤨 he’d live between your thighs if you let him. he also enjoys receiving quite a bit, but that’s more related to the oral fixation kink than him being crazy about getting head.

pace -> it changes day to day. many days he’s rough; fast or slow depends on what he’s/you’re feeling at the time. he can be more sensual from time to time if he’s feeling particularly loving/affectionate.

quickie -> he can make it work if you’re okay with a sting and a big stretch. occasionally it’s fun, but not something he usually goes for.

risk -> he’ll try new things if you’re interested in something. may not always think of new things on his own, but he’ll be open about what he truly wants to try once he trusts you enough.

stamina -> he’ll cum once or twice before he’s done, but he lasts a while - to the point where it’s almost frustrating for him. outside of that, he’ll edge or pull as many orgasms out of you as he damn well pleases, and you’re gonna take it.

toys -> shota owns a small, select amount of sex toys he uses on his partner and some for himself. might expand his collection based on partner preferences. bonus some of his “toys” are more of “kink equipment” than sex toys (spreader bar, cuffs, rope, ball gag, high powered wand, etc.), but he also has a small number of plugs and dildos.

unfair -> ask shota how much he likes to tease, and i’m sure you’ll find out. (hint: it’s a lot.) may or may not be into edging and denial, i can’t decide.

volume -> he’s not loud, per se, but he’s pretty vocal. lots of groans, growls, grunts. will talk more if he knows that’s smth you’re into, but otherwise he doesn’t usually say a lot.

wild card -> he likes having his ass played with. dom!shota likes telling his partner to use toys on him and talking them through it.

x ray -> i stand by these hcs, so i won’t go into too much detail here. his clothing hides a lot. his body is strong. he’s not overly lean. he’s got a perfect pretty dick that’s big and a softie you wanna snuggle up to.

yearning -> fairly high sex drive; he’d fuck you five days a week if he had the time and energy, but he’s pretty busy so it’s often less than that. he probably wouldn’t say no to you getting him off or hopping on top, though.

zzz -> unless there’s a shower involved (usually there is), he’s out like a light in minutes. better move quick, or you’ll be stuck in the vice grip of a sleepy cuddle monster before you even get a chance to take a piss.

come get ur mans @dcsiremc.

[popponn]

how one looks. [isagi yoichi x f!reader]

notes: this was born out of love and rage for his anime official arts' clothes because why is my man dressed like t h a t way too many times already... so i will bully him a bit (then feel bad about it. and it shows). other than that: fluff, yoichi got so sappy and so smitten for a hot sec, yoichi's fashion sense slander (and lets be honest. it deserves it. yoichi's plus point, many. negative point, his closet.)

“You know,” you began and Yoichi instantly felt like he was about to get a ball kicked to his face. “I had been thinking. Why do you look like an unfashionable grandpa sometimes?”

“…huh?” Yoichi responded, not really knowing how to answer to that. What should a guy do when their girlfriend of three years plus a half, who is also probably the love of their life, insinuate something about their appearance? Neither Blue Lock nor his parents prepared him for this.

With your eyes squinting at him, you leaned towards him from your seat in the armchair. One hand perched on the armrest and supported your chin as your face scrunched up from your thoughts. “I mean, I do think you are cute and handsome. Charming too,” you said.

Yoichi tried not to melt. Years passed and he is still weak whenever you praise him out of blue like this. From his parents to his teammates to Noel Noa knew about this—so, in attempt to be normal, Yoichi tried to kept everything under a soft smile directed to you only, “Gosh. You know, you are—”

“Hey, this is about you not me. Shush, shush,” you scolded him lightly with a finger pressed to his lips. This time, Yoichi could only blinked absentmindedly as you continued in a serious manner, “But, you see, if I look at you properly without bias—I wonder why I could think like that.”

It was at this point Yoichi realized you were trying to call him not cute, not handsome, and not charming in a very roundabout way. Again, confused on how to react to things like this, he said, “…uh?”

You were not Rin, Barou, Kaiser or anyone he shared competitive trash talking with hell and back—and even calling him ‘ugly’ really was tame to the shits spitted out straight at his face. You were never like this and Yoichi knows since the four years ‘unclear situationship’ period that his appearance really does not matter to you who would look at him gently even with his face dressed in odd drawings courtesy of Bachira’s oil markers. With that being said, he really didn’t understand what was going on.

“Your hair is honestly generic. Like, I really get why Rin said he called you NPC back then,” you explained and Yoichi tried not to wince. “Oh, but don’t change it! If it changes, especially without me knowing beforehand, I probably won’t recognize you. Though what’s a bit unique about them are probably only your sprout and bangs…kind of?”

In silence and in attempt to be a good boyfriend, Yoichi could only nod.

“And then, your fashion sense…” you continued, pity coloring your face, “…actually, where do I start on that one? I think that one part of you is so hopeless it kind of turn around to cute… in a really naive and stupid way though.”

For a moment, Yoichi remembered how he used to think in Blue Lock some people could be very harsh in commenting. Turns out, listening to your girlfriend obliterating you appearance wise is a whole another level of ego bruising experience. “Now, come on, you know I’m not good at those mix matching thing…” he admitted with pain in his voice. Because at this point what could he do?

“Of course I know,” you said as if he was saying that sky is blue. “I mean, remember how I used to tease you about ‘all point in soccer and social skill, zero in others’?” Yoichi doubted that it was all ‘teasing’. At this moment, it felt like lighthearted bullying. “I’m not exactly a hundred percent kidding, you know.”

At least he saw this one coming.

“Ugh, what brought this on suddenly, seriously?” Yoichi asked with a groan. Did he do something? He didn’t forget an anniversary or something, right?

You hummed, before answering hesitantly, “Hmm…nothing much actually?”

“So you just said all that for no reason?!” he cried out, not actually buying you answer. At that, you stayed silent for a moment.

“…actually, it’s because I saw a photo of you online, not the most recent, I think,” you finally admitted, your eyes slowly drifting away from his face. “…your clothes was so ugly there I felt like burning your closet suddenly.”

“Please don’t,” Yoichi said quickly, before prompting you to continue. “And?”

“…it’s a waste,” you continued. “You are handsome, cute. Your eyes look good when you are focused. You are like a really handsome cat who is really good at soccer. But you dress like an unfashionable grandpa who really loves neon green sometimes, so it’s a waste.”

Listening to your explanation, both fondness and exasperation overcame Yoichi in a wave that felt like a pleasant breeze compared to whatever you just dished out to him seconds ago. “Don’t burn my closet though,” Yoichi said, utterly serious and yet somehow still couldn’t find it in himself to be even be a little stern on you after such honest praises.

Suddenly feeling a bit shy and tired, Yoichi buried his face in his hands. He knew for sure his face was red. And he knew how obviously weak he is for you. From the back of his mind, he could hear some familiar voices poking at him for being like this, but in the end there will always be a part of him that is so in love with you it becomes straight up stupid.

Maybe it indeed is so dumb and selfish, because as long as you are happy and it is a time shared with him, Yoichi probably wouldn’t really mind having to listen to you calling him an ‘unfashionable grandpa’ everyday.

He, more than anyone, understands how the two of you has dreams and life that took the two of you away from each other. And even then, Yoichi knows that that one part of him—one that always gaze at your sleeping figure silently, wondering how he could have this and why someone as wonderful as you is here by his side—is rightfully fearful of a ‘bad ending’. Yoichi knows you love him. Yoichi knows he loves you. Yoichi got called selfish, egoistic, self centered, and self serving many times already in matches, and that is exactly why—he knows himself.

If it’s for you—for every part of life you had given to him, for every part of you that he had fallen in love with—he is ready to be as selfless as he could.

Happily and gladly.

“Hey, you have been silent for a while now.” A pair of hands warped itself around him, meekly, as your head rested on his back. “…sorry. Was I too much? I made you overthink, didn’t I? You know I still love you, right? Even if you suddenly wake up as a wrinkly grandpa with creaking knees tomorrow.”

Yoichi laughed at that, still covering part of his face. “I don’t want to retire yet so that better not happen,” he replied lightly, going along with you.

“…you are not crying, right?” you asked, guilt written all over your tone. Yoichi tried and failed to held back a chuckle. So, accepting his fate as a lovesick asshole, he turned and pushed you to the sofa, laying his face down on your stomach as he settled in an uncomfortable position to hug you.

Yet, without paying any mind to his lower body that remained sitting whilst upper body rested on you, Yoichi said, “I’m not. How could I with you hugging me like this?”

“…really?”

“Really.”

“…should we really stay like this any longer though…?” you asked, eventually. “I’m worried for your hips.”

“I’m fine,” Yoichi said while nuzzling his face slowly to your clothes. “Just think of this as payback for bullying me.”

You scoffed lightly at that, “And you said you were fine.”

“Yeah, I am,” Yoichi said as he felt your fingers combed through his hair. So much for commenting his hairstyle. He made a note to tease you later, but for a bit longer—

“Just, let me stay here, okay?”

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - Part 50

Cillian Murphy series 2014, 2015

I’m sorry for not posting this sooner! Sometimes time flies and when I realize it’s boom 🤯 a month went by… but my love for these two will always make me enjoy the most for each part. And I can’t believe this story reached part 50!!?!! Like how ?

Ps. Happy birthday Cill 💙✨

Word count: 3,628

Cillian waved at the crew team as they left him in front of his hotel. As it got chiller, he shivered and walked into the small convinience store to get a bottle of water, strolling through the aisles, he found a stuffed duck and immediately thought of Scout, he loved ducks. As he walked past some people, he was aware of the glances and deep down he knew the reason.

The infamous Thomas Shelby haircut.

“Hello you.” He greeted his wife after answering his phone.

“Hey baby, how have you been?” Yael’s voice spread softly to his heart.

“Missing you like crazy.” He admitted realizing he probably sounded corny.

“Well I miss you more.”

Cillian placed the phone between his shoulder and cheek to grab something.

“Give me a sec.” He managed to make it to the register balancing the items in his arms and politely asked the cashier if she could cut the tag from the stuffed animal.

“What was that?” Yael chuckled softly.

“I’m buying some stuff.” He put his wallet in his back pocket and made it out of the store. “How’s it going? How are you ladies doing?”

“I took Mum to a yoga class and then we had breakfast at this cute little café and more ladies stuff.” She explained and he could easily imagine her playing with one of her curls with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Oh tell me more about that girls stuff.” He stopped at the red light, checking the signal to cross the street.

“We’re getting manis and pedis later.” He loved hearing her laugh. “And oh! Yesterday when we were walking, we found an antiques shop…”

“Oh shit.” He interrupted in a playful tone.”

“Stop it.” She giggled.

“And what gorgeous rare-to-find item did you discover this time?” Cillian asked not being able to stop the smile from growing in his lips. He knew Yael too damn well.

“A painting.” Yael replied shyly. “And I immediately fell in love with it.” She rushed to explain to cover for her excitement.

Cillian laughed, seeing already the scene in his mind. His wife had a weakness for antiques, but he had to admit she had a good taste.

“It’s beautiful and the frame it’s the original, took me a while to properly clean it.” She continued.

“I bet you didn’t stop until getting it hanged.”

“Actually I didn’t, still trying to decide what’s the right place.” He heard Scout barking in the background. “How’s the scouting going?”

“Grand, grand… later we’re going somewhere else, we need some scenes by the river and the caravans look fucking phenomenal.” He explained.

The project was around the corner and he tensed his shoulders involuntarily at the thought of embarking once more into the character’s chaos.

“I can’t wait to see everything up.”

“Alright baby, I’ll let you go to your pedi time, call you later.” Cillian told her that he love her and walked into the store trying to keep a low profile.

He needed to pick up the gift he ordered for Yael.

***

“Mrs. Lieberman, Mrs. Murphy welcome.” The social worker asked them to take their seats. “Let’s see,” she seemed to focus on a sheet before her, the desk had a pile of folders and papers organized with colorful post it. “I understand you traveled for this appointment.”

“Yes, my home is in London.” Isla crossed her leg. “But right now I’m staying with my daughter.”

“I see.”

It was hard to tell anything from Mrs. O’Brien’s expression. Her lips were in a tight line and Yael always felt uneasy, not knowing if she was sharing too much or if she shouldn’t have said that.

“Would you like to tell me about your family and the dynamic you share?”

As Isla went on to talk about her children, talked about how they traveled frequently to be together as much as they could and then she shared a small snippet of a birthday party she held for one of her grandchildren.

“So how would an adoption blend into this? How do you feel about that?”

Although the question was meant to set anyone back and make you question yourself, Isla managed to pull a great comeback.

“Do you mean if I’d love that children less because it’s not biologically my grandchild?” She asked openly and when she saw the social worker nod, she went on. “My husband picked me up from the ground when I was at my lowest point emotionally and economically, for months I saw my daughter struggling with physical therapy to recover from the accident and surgery after surgery and not only that, he took my children as his own and loved us unconditionally, the same goes for our grandchildren. He never made one single comment about not being linked by blood or sharing DNA with any of them, I wouldn’t know how to love Yael and Cillian’s child any other way.”

Yael had to fight back the tears that formed in her eyes. There it was, the woman who always inspired her, opening her heart to say just what she thought.

“To me,” Isla continued. “It’s not about sharing the same genetics… it’s something deeper than that, it’s about choosing to love, care and protect for another human being without waiting anything in return and I know this takes a lot of time and steps but I can assure you my daughter and her husband will be the most loving parents if you give them the chance.”

Quietly, Yael excused herself and walked out of the office, she wasn’t needed there anyways. Emotions were suffocating her and it was impossible to prevent it. Perhaps it was the fact that Cillian was away, or her Mother’s words that touched her heart. But either way, she needed a break, to keep her guard down and trust the process and its own time. But who was she trying to fool? It was damn hard and sometimes it felt like it would never happen.

“This has been extremely hard for my daughter, the process is wearing her out, but I understand this is not like going to the grocery shop and picking a kid. I know it takes time and you’ve to follow protocols and forms, but trust me, she’s the most loving person I know and motherhood has always been her biggest dream.”

“We cannot base the approval on that Mrs. Lieberman, we need to check background, records, psychology tests… we’re talking about a vulnerable child’s life.”

Isla nodded, not wanting to upset the social worker.

“May I ask how long does it takes to finalize?”

The social worker shuddered. “It can be months… even years.”

Isla’s heart shattered by the statement. She wanted to keep a positive spirit, but the time frame wasn’t very helpful.

“That long? And there’s nothing you can do?”

The social worker shook her head. “We’ve to complete each step.”

“But there are so many kids in orphanages.” She had seen it first hand, since the following day she arrived, they went to give away the books Yael bought for the children, spent hours there reading to them. It was bittersweet, but she was grateful for sharing a moment like that with her daughter.

Yael wasn’t doing it just to look good for the adoption process, she was doing it because she learned it filled her heart and soul, because she wanted to make those kids happy.

“I just wish you get everything you need to approve their adoption, they’re eager to welcome their child into their happy little family.”

“We want nothing but the very same.”

Ending the meeting, Isla went to search for her daughter. Her heart beating faster, she just wanted the best for Yael and Cillian.

“There you’re sweetie, shall we go somewhere?”

“Yes, I need some fresh air.” Yael helped her put in her coat and the pair went to the parking lot.

“I probably shouldn’t have stormed off like that.” Yael regretted her reaction.

“Don’t worry about that, the interview was meant to be just for me, and this is draining.”

“But they seem to be monitoring everything, every little thing you do and say.” Yael waited for her green light to take a turn.

“I know you and you’re probably tired of hearing this, but try to take this one step at the time, be patient. I’m sure the reward is around the corner.”

Yael knew her mother’s words were filled with the best intentions, but it was just like telling someone grieving to not feel sad about losing someone they love.

“Let’s focus on something else sweetheart, let’s go to clear our heads for a bit.” Isla proposed, worried about her daughter, she wanted to do something to cheer her up.

“Yeah, we’ve the appointment at the salon already.”

“Yes, that’s a wonderful idea.”

Yael took a deep breath. “I don’t want to tell Cill about this just yet. He needs to focus on his next project and this isn’t exactly a major step or something that tells me we’re getting good news soon.”

Yael took a U turn at the next available exit, following the instructions in the GPS.

As she was driving, her phone started ringing and Cillian’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hey handsome, I was thinking of you.”

“I got a notification marked as urgent that you left somewhere, are you alright?”

“Yeah, we just finished the interview with the social worker and I’m taking Mum for a walk. It’s the app I downloaded for you, it keeps you updated of where am I and stuff like that.”

“Oh so I can spy on you?” He joked and made Isla chuckled. “How did it go?”

Yael took a deep breath before answering her husband. “I hope well.”

“I’m sure of it.” He offered through the phone. “Why don’t you go to the movies to shake it off?” Cillian proposed.

Yael gasped at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah.” He added thinking how it had been a while since they went out. Lately he had been focusing on the script and nothing else, he felt bad because as he was getting more and more engrossed on the role, he started to grow apart from his wife. And although she never pointed it out, now that her mother was around, he was noticing the difference.

She was so supportive of each of his projects and with the adoption process, he wanted to make sure they were still connected.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking… why don’t start planning a holiday during Christmas? Or by the time I finish filming? Let’s go wherever you want, hmm?”

“Oh that’s really nice!” Isla agreed, noticing the smile on her daughter’s lips.

“I’d love that.” A few days away just the two of them? Yael was already looking forward to it.

“Alright, it’s settled then, I’m heading to the set now, let me know when you get home.”

“Will do.” Telling Cillian, she loved him, Yael hang up.

“He’s amazing.” Isla expressed, getting out of the car, as they arrived at the salon.

“I can’t wait for that holiday already, I feel like he’s been rehearsing since forever.”

She wanted nothing but have a good rest and not worry about anything else.

“Hello, welcome.” A woman greeted them and asked if they had an appointment.

Yael left her purse by a chair and started checking the nail colors options.

“You look so much alike!” The woman pointed at Isla and Yael in shock. “It’s like you did copy-paste.”

Yael blushed, she was so used to get those kind of reactions, specially now that her mother was sporting her natural curls freely.

Another woman at the salon pointed out the same in awe.

“Thanks. We hear that a lot.” Yael chuckled.

“So who’s Isla?” A kind smile appeared on her face just as a woman that was getting a haircut turned from her chair.

“That’d be me.” Yael’s mother replied waving her hand.

“Isla?” The woman turned around to face. “Isla is that you?”

“Barbara?” Her mother asked cautiously.

Yael looked the exchange with confusion.

“Oh my God I can’t believe it’s you!” Isla covered her mouth with her hands.

As the two women moved to closer to hug, Yael stared at the scene trying to understand the story behind their familiarity.

“It’s been what? A lifetime.” Isla continued.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you, but after all this time, you still look the same.”

Then, Isla looked around, noticing her daughter’s stare. “Goodness! Let me introduce you to my daughter, Yael, she’s my youngest.”

“Nice to meet you.” Yael greeted the woman.

“She’s Barbara, I used to babysit her and her sister. I was in my early 20’s.” Isla explained her daughter. “And one day, I never saw you again.”

“She looks just like you.” Barbara admitted. “You knew they took us to a government facility?”

Isla gasped in shock. “So it was true.”

“After a few months, someone adopted my sister and I never saw her again, she was only five years old back then, I waited but when I turned eighteen they kicked me out.” Barbara explained.

“You never saw her again?” Isla asked, her heart breaking in the process.

“No, I’ve been searching for her for so many years with no luck.”

“Uhm excuse me? We’ve a full agenda, could we continue while you catch up?” The hairstylist pointed at Bárbara’s wet hair.

“Sorry! Yes.” She stretched her arm towards Isla. “Mind if we go somewhere after we’re done here?”

Isla nodded, feeling like a knot installed in her stomach.

***

Cillian stood in the middle of Arley Hall mesmerized. The place was magnetic, beautiful and oozed this old vibe mansion in every corner.

“What do you think?” Steven asked, standing next to him.

“It’s amazing.” He turned around and moved away just as some crew walked past them with some furniture.

“They’re closing it to the public while we’re filming.” Steven stood there watching everything with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

“Are we filming everywhere?” Cillian crossed his arms imagining the scenes in this place, it was a luxury property and according to the script this was Tommy’s ultimate dream house, where he officially kick off and gets what he always wanted.

His ambitions finally materializing, his dreams becoming a reality.

Oh, but the price Tommy would have to pay…

Cillian wandered around. He learned it had been once the home of a wealthy family, it was spacious, the view to the garden was fantastic, part of the house included a cellar, and the second floor was as incredible as the first one, but for the upstairs part, they had constructed a replica on one of the sets.

As he kept walking, he arrived at the kitchen area one floor below, he had never seen something like that, it was rustic and had a huge pantry and an area where they kept the meat stored.

It was a dream, he was practically drooling over it. It was so easy to get lost and imagine how everything would look as soon as the crew got it ready for filming. Walking around, he ended in the dining room, a couple of important scenes would be filmed there.

“I think this needs something else, but I don’t know what.” Steven joined him.

It oozed luxury, it was elegant. The chandeliers sparkled, curtains with fabric that looked so expensive. Cillian imagined the kind of life the previous owners carried before it was purchased as wedding venue and a place open to the public to visit.

“A painting.” Cillian suggested casually. “A huge arse portrait.”

Steven turned around to stare at Cillian, eyes wide open as the realization hit him hard and fast.

“Yes, right there in the back of the main seat.”

Cillian nodded, hands hiding inside his pockets. It was involuntary, but it was part of the essence of his character. He couldn’t help it.

“Can your wife be in charge?”

He nodded quietly.

“Give her a call.”

But he didn’t need to do so. Because his phone started ringing in that very moment and it was Yael.

“Hello beautiful, I was just about to call you.”

“You’ve to sit down, you’re not going to believe this.” Yael started off. She sounded like there was something important she wanted to tell him.

“What’s the matter? Is everything fine?” Quietly he decided to take a walk outside, away from someone listening.

”Mum and I were at the salon, right? So when they call her name, this woman immediately recognized Mum and went to greet her, they chat for a bit. Long story short my Mum used to babysit Barbara -the woman-, when they were younger but one day she and her sister were taken away and she never saw them again.”

Cillian listened carefully, waiting for his wife to tell him the full story.

“Barbara is the Director of the child services office.” She explained him, his heart started beating faster. “She took us to her office, took a look at our records, studies, everything,” Cillian heard her taking a deep breath, “babe, it turns out we were in some kind of blacklist.”

Silence filled the call, Cillian inhaled deeply. “Why?”

“This is horrible but… have you noticed how celebrities go to places like Nigeria or Africa to adopt?”

Cillian kicked a rock he found on his way, processing that piece of information. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know about the adoption process over there, but apparently it’s easier, no questions asked and overnight, they’ve a child, we’ll thanks to that, the kind of surroundings to these celebrities lifestyle they practically catalogued us in that list so we’d never ever get the adoption finalized.” Yael’s words came out rushed.

Cillian felt a vein in his temple pulsing. “Are you telling me because I’m an actor, they practically rejected our application without telling us?”

The realization of his own words made his heart sink to the ground. Not getting the chance to move forward with the adoption process and his wife’s sadness was his fault?

Misery took over him.

“Hold on, I know what you’re thinking.” Yael interrupted his thoughts. “Not everything is as bad as it seems, this woman, Barbara she told us, basically… she’s going to help us! I asked her what do we’ve to do in order to be out of the blacklist and she gave me hope Cill, she explained us a lot of things no one told us about and I understand the reasons why they just can’t give kids to whoever starts a process, but she said literally I know your Mother, and she was always kind to me and my sister, she gave us food when we had nothing, she shared her clothes with us too, I can imagine the kind of daughter she raised.”

Emotion took over her voice, it was impossible not to feel everything right in the surface.

“How are we so sure that they won’t make it harder because of what I do for a living?” He was still processing the impact his career had, never thought it would be a negative reason in the adoption.

“She assured us she’d take our case personally.”

Despite Yael’s words, Cillian still felt doubtful now. Feeling guilty that he was the reason of not being able to adopt a child.

“So what are we supposed to do now? We’ve been begging them for the interviews.”

Yael had been calling almost daily to get the appointments, and now he was able to understand why the process had been so hard, they were trying to push them back.

“Barbara told me she’d give me a call, but I guess we’ve to wait to hear the next steps.”

When her mother told her what the social worked mentioned during her interview, Yael felt deflated. Hearing the process could take years to finalize shattered her heart. But now there was a new chance to move things forward with Barbara behind their case.

Cillian stared into the huge garden, not paying attention to anything in particular.

“Are you still there?” His wife’s voice made him snap back into reality.

“Yeah… just thinking.”

He really wanted to feel her new enthusiasm and positivism, but he also couldn’t help but feel worried, what if they have to face new challenges in the process, all this bureaucracy because of his job? He wasn’t sure to be able to deal with the guilt of knowing that because of him the process could be harder or take longer than usual because he needs to prove that he isn’t like most of Hollywood stars.

This whole thing was a roller coaster, sometimes it was Yael the one feeling down, now it was his turn while she had her hopes up. He hated to admit it but it was draining.

“If you hear anything back, call me yeah? Or text me.” He added after a few seconds, not wanting to drag her down because of his attitude.

“Absolutely.”

“Listen, Steven wants to do some photos, so I think I’m going to change my flight… your Mum is already flying back, why don’t you come with her?”

Yael took her time, to consider her options. “How many days?”

“Just a couple, to get a few photos done.”

“Okay, let me organize my planner and see how can I reorganize the things I’ve scheduled and also I need someone to look after Scout.”

“I’ll call my brother, don’t worry.” He went on walking again, sitting on the edge of the fountain. “I really want to see you.”

She wanted the same, needed to feel him close.

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Creepy Tenko part 5

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So�� what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Return'

Doug and I have made up for our disagreement regarding Montana. I did not, in fact, go to his St Patrick's Day party (due to the fact I was busy with my daughter's Scout pack being in the parade), but we bonded over the insane weather in our region recently.

He had a lot of strong opinions on this, and it was a little scattered. Kind of like most TV shows, I guess.

CW: Doug Doug's on and continues to have Feelings about Certain Geographic Locations. Enjoy!

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Episode 4: “Redneck Family Bonding”

You know how I know them clone boys is from Florida?

Because the show opens to Little Orphan Blonde sleeping in their busted work van wearing a puka shell necklace while her brother Daddy Warcrimes is shooting fruit on the beach all while their adopted mutant dog chases critters away from the trash can.

Yup. Average day in Florida. 

Of course Daddy Rambo is sitting on the ledge, watching Daddy Warcrimes and mumbling to himself. Do you think he peeps on the neighbors in the other part of Space Daytona? He totally does. Daddy Rambo, you need a girlfriend, make that fruity robot wear a skirt and take it out on a date or something. 

Hell YEAH, my boy Toaster Strudel is BACK! Look at him hugging everyone. Good man. Love him. Why is Daddy Warcrimes still wearing that fisherman sweater, is it St. Patrick’s Day still? Where’s Rex? Oh well. 

And they’re chilling out on Hoops’s porch, chugging the man’s liquor and eating his sushi. I would, too. Oh man, they’re referencing Ryan-from-Accounting. I’m sad now. Where’s Church Lady? Probably realized she was too good for Ryan-from-Accounting, or maybe she found his bitch wife Laura and now they wine buddies. I guess. 

Aw, Mutant Jimmers is friends with the monkeys. God damn, I love Mutant Jimmers. 

No one can hack into the iPad Little Orphan Blondie took from her internship at the Museum of Science and Industry. Little Orphan Blondie’s a kid, make the kid do it! All kids know how iPads work! 

They still kept Daddy Warcrimes’s armor with the Georgia colors and the skulls! And that’s why Daddy Rambo won’t look at him–look at Daddy Rambo’s colors, man’s a Gator fan and the SEC decides everything now don’t it. 

So…they’re going back to Space Wyoming? Oh man, I remember this dump. I hope they threw THAT BLOND JACKASS’S body in a dumpster and let the bears eat it. 

Back to the walk-in refrigerator where Daddy Warcrimes hung out with….oh. Oh. Sassy Park Ranger. Oh. But hey they found an ATM! How else are they gonna buy weed out here? 

You know it’s a redneck family vacation because someone’s gotta get out of the trailer and turn on the circuit breaker cause there’s no power and they gotta watch the Saints play. At least they ain’t hot wiring the HMS Search Warrant to power shit up. Actually, it would be great if they did–that’s some redneck engineering right there and it’s good bonding for those angry boys. 

Oh the daddy fight! Daddy Warcrimes and Daddy Rambo need the therapy and they ain’t gonna get it so they gonna do what rednecks do when they upset and need to talk…go outside the trailer and scream and shove each other while the dog barks at everything. Someone needs to trip on a rusty rake now. I feel like I’m watching my own family on Christmas.

Of course, turning off the power means the critters are coming! Is it gonna be a snow gator? No? Oh man it’s one of them worms from that sand movie that Bobbie Lee keeps talking about! 

Go go Daddy Warcrimes go! Save Daddy Rambo! 

Once again, they rednecks, because nothing solves a problem like shooting a gun repeatedly into the ground. Don’t none of these folks have a taser? Some bear mace? Come on, there’s a Wal Mart on Space Daytona I know there is. 

Mutant Jimmers is helping everyone out! Go Mutant Jimmers go! When does Mutant Jimmers get her own show? 

Toaster Strudel bitching at everyone as he gonna do. I agree Toaster Strudel, I agree. 

Man look at Little Orphan Blondie go and there’s Julio doing all the work while being chased by the snow critter. Why does every animal on earth wanna mate with Julio I swear to God. 

And they turned the power back on and boom no more critter chasing. This is the most redneck show I swear I’m watching a show about my idiot brother in law and his friends in Wyoming. 

Nothing brings the family together like going out to an abandoned trailer, searching for the power, shooting guns, getting chased by critters and a screaming shove-fight outside while the dog chases a big-assed animal away from the garbage. Yup. Space rednecks. They all need NASCAR shirts. 

Well, they got the iPad working again….back to Space Florida! And they all getting along.

Meat Muffin, why did this episode make me so happy?

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[uninformedartist]

So a review on Helluva boss So2 ep 6

Ok so gonna break this review down into positives and negatives with my additional thoughts.

Positives:

So always start off with this, big props and love to the animation team we know know and see your struggle working under Vivienne and animating her over-complicated designs. Props to the BG team really stunning backgrounds, was actually a bit over the top for me (Ozzie's palace and especially the dildo factory shit was moving way too fast) but did pause to have a look at the BGs it is really pretty, the shit pacing made everything a visual blur tho.

VA work stunning love always a joy to hear Alex and James in any VA work tho Fizz's song was eyyy not the best but don't blame Alex it was a shittly written song in general especially when it went to the heavy metal part, overstimulating af and again shit pacing during the song and the flashing visuals gave me a headache. Striker's new VA, Ed's voice really grew on me he should've been Striker in the 1st place because I know for a fact Norman couldn't reprise his role for future episodes.

I loved Ozzie and Fizz's relationship especially the end scene where you can see Ozzie development or got hold of the best technology to give Fizz functional limbs, was a tender scene their relationship and interactions made me smile. I'll give Viv 1 ty for not fucking up their relationship, ty Viv (I can be nice to her :). Tho 1 scene that bothered me... the 12 sec Ozzie dong scene 💀 my soul it was just so jarring especially with the fast pacing. Felt like a race car coming to an immediate stop then speeding off again. Would've like the scene replaced with Fizz telling Bliz something nice about Ozzie, why Fizz likes him. I'm tired of queer couples/pairings in this show describing their partner in 2 ways, 1. how good they are in bed or 2. they got x anatomy that's amazing. But its Viv writing this ep, sigh her and her damn middle school sex jokes I'll let it slide.

Now negatives:

I said it before I'll say it for all eternity, the pacing was dogshit bad oh my soul wtf... Viv, Adam whoever I know you guys don't listen to criticism but if any criticism you take fix your damn pacing 😑. I had to pause multiple times just to see what has happening, what was said, what this paper/sign etc said. It was bad, and that paired with the overdetailed BGs and character designs, for the 1st time ever I got overstimulted from a HB ep and had to take a 5 min break to rest my eyes (was by Fizz's song). Its a noisey spinning kaleidoscope this ep, so unpleasant and its all pacing. Stay on certain scenes a bit longer and allow the audience to take in the scene before them (that flackback scene) its makes a difference. If you get overwhelmed/overstimlated ect by such visuals I recommend watching the leaked episode its much better in terms of pacing since its mostly storyboards and there is no color, plus its just the VAs talking with no background music and zero to minimal sound effects.

I didn't care for Crimson in this episode, I know he became Viv's favorite 😒 but seeing this fucker back so soon, it wasn't enjoyable, especially since the only reason he's in this ep is for a "big score" 😑. Also I'm tired of this over convenient plots, Fizz so happened to be in the greed ring and so happened to run into Blitz and Striker so happened to be in greed meeting with Crim who need a man for a "big score" AND SO HAPPENED Striker sees Fizz/Blitz fighting outside the window 🙃. Its all too convenient for me it takes me out and I then think how the plot coming together is ridiculous.

Striker is so under utilized. Since Viv hates him (confirmed by sources I can't pull now apologies) and she wrote this episode, everything established of Striker in So1 is destroyed. He's a husk of his intended character, all talk no show, a misogynistic clown who you can see Viv has no care writing him properly because she doesn't like him which is fucking horrible, this woman will butcher an integral villian, one with a good motivation (he hates blue-bloods) all because "oh I don't like him he's not in my fav OC list", petty af.

Fizz's disability and how its handled, spoke about it in this post:

It still remains the same though now we see it wasn't Wally holding the cake just some other imp and the card Bliz made for Fizz was a love confession still doesn't justify his reaction shoving the imp and his still underlying jealousy of Fizz since they were young. Yes it was backing off from a love confession/ashamed he's not as good a performer as Fizz, Blitz was jealous of Fizz. Made another post saying how I like how Fizz sees his disability, he's content, happy, has Ozzie who understands him and even made/went out his way to get Fizz the best prosthetics to better his quality of life, I like that good on Fizzy :).

5. Going to be a separate long post on (ಠ_ಠ) Blitz, THE FUCKING BIRD IS BACK 💀💀💀 why your rotisserie chicken ass not in hospital or we just skipping past that and how Viv keeps I'm gonna say it, forcing her characters to have daddy issues by writing this fucking irritating basic fanfic trope of killing the mother offscreen/not having the mother in the picture/us seeing her face. A commenter pointed this out and it irritates me because its the 3rd time she does this, she show Tilla (Blitz's mom) in pictures, you think there would be an episode revolving around Blitz's childhood etc but no she's "in" a fast paced pitty party flashback. This woman really can't show an ounce of respect to any female characters.

This is all for now, will be making more posts the more this ep settles in.

Score: 4.7/10

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Translation: Chikage Utsuki SSR Card “Wizard of Death” [ The Western, Northern Wizards and the Ruler of Darkness ]

Citron and Itaru are up to something again and they pull in Chikage to join in their antics.

Part 1

Izumi Chikage-san, should I prepare dinner for you tonight? Chikage Sure, I’m headed out after this but I’ll be back by evening. I’ll be here for dinner. Itaru Then, that means you’ll be back pretty early today, huh… Citron It looks like everyone is here! Izumi Huh? Citron-kun, isn’t that the script for “The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz”? Citron That it is! Itaru “The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz” well, isn’t that just nostalgic. Chikage It hasn’t been that long since I last starred in a play. Izumi But, why do you have the script on you? Citron I have felt like reading up on our past scripts just now. Then I recalled how fun it was to play the role of the Wizard of the North in the play. So, I was itching to play the role again and convincing people to join me! Chikage That explains it. Itaru Can’t deny that it was pretty fun being a wizard. Citron Reading the script now, I think about how I could have moved differently during this line. Chikage I get it, I did what I could back then, but now that I got more experience, I’m sure I can execute it better. Izumi I also have stuff I wish I’ve done better, like the staging. Itaru Now that we’re talking about it, I kinda wanna play the Wizard of the West… Citron Oh! I have finally dragged someone to act with! Itaru, do an etude with me! Itaru No problemo. Citron Chikage as well!? Chikage Sorry to disappoint, I was just on my way out. Citron Oh, how unfortunate! Then, it will be Itaru and I against the world! Let us make haste! Chikage I’ll take that as my cue to leave too. Izumi Take care, everyone!

Itaru …Phew, that’s enough etudes outta me. Citron, let’s take a break. Citron Gotcha, a break it is! Itaru Still though, it’s fun playing the villain-like Wizard of the West. Citron I as well, I like the kind and worrywart Wizard of the North that believed in Oz. It is fun to play them! Kazunari Otsupiko! Itaroon, you got a sec~? Ronron, you’re here too! Itaru What’s up? Kazunari You good with helping me out with some art paper for uni? Citron Fart vapor! Kazunari So close! It is a paper☆ Itaru Art paper… That’s perfect, actually. Kazunari Perfect how? Citron You just gave us an idea! Itaru Exactly.

Part 2

Itaru Director-san, do we have any red pens or paint? Izumi Red coloring materials…? Probably in the storage room. But, doesn’t Kazunari-kun have any paints? Itaru Oh right, I’ll go ask him about it. By the way, can you give me the go to use some pens from the storage room? Izumi All good. Citron Also, please let us use the light and smoke machine as well. Izumi Huh, smoke machine? Sure, but what for? Citron It is a secret! Itaru If Citron says so, then it’s a secret. Citron Itaru, let us go to the storage room right away! Itaru Omw. Izumi (What in the world are those two up to?)

Chikage … (I’m already in front of our room, but I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen if I open it.) (Now, what to do…) (For now, I’ll have dinner first. Director-san must be preparing it right now.) Citron Chikage, what is up? Chikage Nah, nothing much really. Citron Just now, you have tried to run away! Chikage No way, I would never. Citron My eyes do not deceive me! *Citron grabs Chikage, to his surprise* Citron Chikage, you have nowhere to run! I got you now! Chikage Wait… *Chikage gets dragged by Citron*

Chikage This is… (A magic circle and smoke machine…? …My hunch was pretty much right on the nose.) Itaru “‘O infamous one who eats away at nations, answer my call of resurrection and come forth before me.” Citron “Halt, Wizard of the West!” Itaru “I summon you… Grosser Zatan!” Citron Stand over here, Chikage. Chikage You mean on this magic circle…? Itaru “The summoning is a success! Now the land will bow before me.” Chikage (I feel Chigasaki’s line of sight on me…) (I see… I’ve been summoned by the Wizard of the West as the one to take over the nation.) (Looks like I’ll have to go along with this…)

Part 3

Citron “Aah… It is too late… The Wizard of the West has manifested upon us a being of undeniable evil.” Itaru “Grosser Zatan, from here on out, you will assist me in ruling this land for the taking.” Chikage No can do. Citron “Wizard of the West, and Grosser Zatan, you shall not torment this land and its people any longer!” Chikage (The illusion of free will. I got no choice.) (Guess I’ll just go with these two’s etude and get it over with.) Sigh… “That is correct. I am who they call Grosser Zatan. Who dares summon me?” Itaru “It is I, yes. Lend me your strength, and we shall be the rulers of this nation.” Citron “Not as long as I am around! Grosser Zatan, return to the magic circle!” Chikage “I decide what I am to do with my power. I will not let mere wizards dictate my actions.” “Wizard of the West, for my power, what do you offer me in return?” Itaru “Fuu… It appears that you won’t help out for free.” “How interesting, that’s the Great Lord of Darkness Grosser Zatan for you.” “Very well. In exchange for your power, I offer up my soul!” Citron “You’ll not only destroy the country, but yourself if you continue on with this!” Itaru “Would love nothing more.” Citron “Wizard of the West!” Chikage “Your soul, huh… not bad at all. I might consider this deal…” Itaru Ah… Chikage …? Citron Director!? Chikage Ahh, in the flesh. How long have you been here, Director-san? Izumi Umm, I’m sorry for interrupting! I thought you heard me knock. Itaru I didn’t notice at all… Chikage Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came actually. Izumi Eh, how come? Chikage If Director-san hadn’t come, I probably would have stayed as a summoned entity for a while.

[ Option 1: Summoned…? ]

Izumi Summoned…? Chikage Yup, I’m talking about this over here. Director-san really is a savior, if it weren’t for you I would have destroyed the nation. Izumi I… I see…?

[ Option 2: I would have wanted to see more ]

Izumi I would’ve wanted to see more. Chikage In the middle of this full-blown etude? Izumi I’m kind of edged to see whether Grosser Zatan will destroy the land or not. Chikage … Director-san, since what point were you watching from? Izumi Hehe, it’s a secret. Chikage A secret… Sigh.

Izumi The etude looked like a lotta fun though! Citron It was a lot of fun! Izumi So this is what the red pens and smoke machine were for. Itaru Sets the mood, doesn’t it? Izumi The atmosphere is perfect! I was shocked when I opened the door. I thought I just opened a portal a magical world… Chikage You’re not that far off. Izumi You know, Chikage-san pulls off such villainous roles so well. I should try talking Tsuzuru-kun into getting you in a role like that next time. Itaru He doesn’t even need to act. Chikage In exchange for giving you power, shall I wipe your face off this land? Itaru I’ll pass. Citron Join in on us, Director! Itaru Come on, let’s do it Director-san. Izumi Huh, me too!? Chikage Wait a second, you came here for something, right, Director-san? Izumi Ah, that’s right! I finished preparing Chikage-san’s meal and I wondered what was up since you weren’t in sight. That’s why I came to check up on you. Chikage Oh yeah, I asked you to warm it up. I’ll go and have dinner then. Izumi But aren’t you in the middle of an etude? Chikage The food will get cold so that’s it for the etude for now. I can just have another etude with Chigasaki and Citron any other time, so it’ll be fine. Itaru Eh, weren’t we just getting started though? Citron Are we already finished with the etude!? It is too soon~!

Story Clear!

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Oh dear God Liz has found the Spires residents

Info dump under cut :]

So Liz is actually heavily affected by sugar in a multitude of ways if you can't tell already she's has a fucking HUGE sweet tooth

1: her eyes, whiskers, and over all brightness of her fur color changes.

Her left eyes is normal / a spiral and her right eye is a star. Her whiskers become diemonds and her fur color becomes a lighter shade of blue and pink, oh and her fur jets messy and unkept due to her running around

2: he gets SUPER FUCKING ENERGETIC, and I mean SUPER ENERGETIC, she's could run the entire Pizza Tower within 3 hours if she wanted to in this state. And yes she sometimes becomes a bit much for even Pizza head to deal with when she's like this

3: it is SUPER hard to get her to calm down, all you can really do is let her run around, or pick her and just kinds hold her for a sec, altho that only works for about 5 minutes, then she's be back to being energetic

4: Mt in genuinely kinds scard of her when she's like this, like she bareilly stayed out of Trouble before, now she's running around at mach five causing pure chaos and mayhem

5: she's had like almost no memory of what happened during her sugar rush untill about a day or two later , and her sugar crashes last about 5 to 10 hours

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk y'all :] /silly /j

6: she's uncontrollably hakes, like almost vibrating kinds shit

@random-obsseser @keylimepizzapie

Oh and this is queued so I no idea when this will post lamfo

[hunsa-jars]

my overall little thoughts on HW2

I think Steel Wool did a wonderful job with most of the models here, bots like Baby and Ballora and Lefty and Scrapbaby look amazing

They're really getting there!

Love that this game functions as a bridge, during and after Security Breach but just before Ruin- like don't get me wrong, i'm also starving for answers after Ruin, however not immediately charging into the next big chapter and instead letting this game be a.. "small clues here and there and having some fun time at the plex before we have to leave it behind" situation was the right call

Let's talk about the animatronics for a hot sec, my mind is so full of them

I'm a Sister Location truther, so having this many levels with my favorite murder machine gang is giving me extra serotonin

Did not expect Yenndo to show up, like at all, it makes me so ridicoulusly happy

The Bidybabs and Minireenas had their time to shine as well, and BALLORA!! Missed her so much in Helped Wanted but she's here now so can't complain anymore

The ice cream moment with Baby was so oddly... bittersweet? Still have to digest that one, honestly. Oh- and the voice line about how she doesn't want to leave because it's safer here (the Sister Location bunker) stood out to me, it feels so.. Fazbear Entertainment altered, SHE WOULDN'T SAY THAT, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME

They brought back Ennard and i can't be happier, thank you for thinking of us starved fans. THO his model is pretty off, and his eyes not being the right colors really bug me, STILL i'm just gonna enjoy my food, thank you

Loved Glamrock Freddy's mini game and voice lines so much, he's sooo

And that hot comment- they know. They know us.

Gotta adore that they made Glamrock Chica sillier and more endearing. Is it just me who finds her super endearing here, like her little mannerism and how she's watching us make f- no? Alright.

Showing us how Roxy got her mask she wears in Ruin was so clever, now people can stop complaining about how "her endoskeleton does not look like that"

Suspiciously no separate Monty mini game, i know we had the mini golf one and the shooty one in Ruin already, but come on please

Can't believe they brought BONNIE BOWL back, it's nuts

And the fact that they're gently trying to imply that, yes, it was YOU KNOW WHO did that, it's shdnhns, okay

I have a newfound love for DJ, he's actually so cool?? Forget being the Glamrocks' or the Daycare Attendant's handler, sign me up to him please

Poor Helpy just can't catch a break, i feel so bad for him :<

Pigpatch was the last person i expected to see, good for him honestly, but wish they referenced the other Mediocre Melodies too

(or you know they could have had all of them sit around in the room with you. The attacker should have been Molten Freddy or Scraptrap but oh well i'm plenty fine with this too, no i'm not upset-)

LEFTY AND SCRAPBABY LOOK SO GREAT THANK YOU

I'm gonna miss the Staff Bots so much, thanks for giving us more time with them, those goofs

The Log Ride is insane. The Carousel is also insane.

It's always good to see Foxy again, he can also jumpscare! How neat is that

What is Mystic Hippo's deal? Genuinely, i have no clue

(Do the cards have any serious symbolic meaning? It's kinda driving me crazy)

Can't wait to hear the fnaf theorist youtubers misinterpret Candy Cadet's story, yippeeeee

SUN IS A PETTY BITCH AND I ADORE HIM TO DEATH- it's hysterical how some people are turned off by it when it makes so much sense that he is this way! Like... he's always been a perfectionist. While he wants kids to have fun creating and playing he expects perfect work from YOU, an employee. It's your job after all. He gets irritated if you misbehave or make a mess, it's pretty in character. He's impatient and rushes you. He talks so much smack.. and yet you can'tdeny he starts out giddy. The giddiness fades when you start making mistakes. BUT he also doesn't actually want to hurt anyone for no reason (gestures at the last arts and crafts level) Not gonna repeat my previous rants, but yes, he's perfect

Moon.. yes SW, give us more Moon pspsps-

Jack-O-Moon's design is so pleasing, people yall know what to do

Very fond of Carnie, don't know why yet but i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually and this mouse is gonna be pretty sad if he turns out to be a one-off character-

Glitchtrap only popping up here and there because his influence weakened is cathartic, i'm not gonna stop thinking about it any time soon

The memory collectables.................... yeah.....

THE BONNIE MASK WHAT DO YOU MEAN STEEL WOOL COME BACK

The whole Princess quest segment was so cool, i'm glad it went down the way it did. Cheered when Vanny crushed Glitchbastard, yes queen

(My only frustration with this game is here... the graveyard. The order you have to light up the torches. I don't know how to feel about it yet)

THE MASK BOT ENDING IS EVERYTHING ACTUALLY

And Cassie's new model, she's so cute!! My poor daughter

In conclusion

Great game, I'm very normal about it

[dirtbra1n]

HII good morning time for ask game. Throwing rare ssmy ones at the board. Shirabashi. Hiramiya. uhhh kuresawa tashiro No wait i cant do that to kuresawa. He loves his girlfriend. I WILL do it to ogasawara though. ogasawara x sasaki. And for fun if you have brain power. tell me about ur favorite mairuma dynamics….

HIII GOOD MORNING I’ve still got twenty minutes til noon as I write this part it counts. woke up read this and said aloud Oh sunnfish loves me…. my friends love me………

shirabashi: I get it, it doesn’t compel me*.

*I’m continuing my effort to get myself into these things. this is definitely still following the trend of I’m Not Doing Enough To Mindpalace Niibashi. sunnfish wouldn’t it be really funny if I shoved him into pathologic au. no better way to get me really invested in you than to suffer sundry agonies I’d say.

I think some of the kagibashi points sort of reflect onto the wall a little warped here which is really fun. Why are you tall. why are you so good at basketball. How Are You Single. followed by one conversation that concludes, Oh, that’s why. being someone who knows that shirahama cares so much about his appearance adds some fun color to this too. I think there’s some fun stuff to poke at there I’ll turn the heat up and let it simmer awhile

hiramiya: I get it, it doesn’t compel me**.

**You know. it’s also kind of a lie I think I just don’t follow through enough on putting petri dish miyano under a microscope. like. I think even in a world where miyano didn’t meet sasaki and consequently did not have to reckon with #BisexualityGate. having bl brain is kind of just a by-default queer thing straight up. Yeah I want to watch Hirano senpai and his handsome roommate I know next to nothing about gently and sensually embrace one another. I want Hirano senpai to be on the bottom. I’m normal. This is normal. like miyano can we talk about this. we’re taking this conversation to the hirakagi dorm and you will put the clipboard DOWN.

in other words Someone definitely would have to pitch me on more straightforward hiramiya—it won’t be hard, I didn’t say hirano was the dating sim au game’s default and preferred route for NO REASON—but going by system settings of What’s funniest. I’m 100% primed to skip down the road of Miyano most insane voyeur moments (#1). this is kind of a theme for hirano ships for me actually. Wait hold on HOLD ON JUST. ONE SEC

kagi would be there too. just chilling.

I know you took it back but I think a we got married setup with tashiro kuresawa and yuki would legitimately be very funny. just wanted to say that

SASAWARA: HA HA . YOU KNOWWWW…. probably could go trudge up one of my. I’ll be right back again

ogasawara sex comedy teaser for public consumption. don’t worry about masato here this isn’t about him

being brief It’s the old friends feeling. being verbose it’s You’ve seen me at my worst and snappiest and least tolerable and you still haven’t gone anywhere. you’re so annoying. are you home right now? need to drop off a cd. you’re gonna hate the third track but the fourth one’s gonna make you cry.

I’m always thinking about it. sasaki wanting ogasawara to leave him and miyano the hell alone on their date but the second ogasawara vanishes sasaki’s texting him Hey, where’d you go? old friends feeling. am throwing up all over the floor currently. I Get It. It Compels me.

MAIRUMA. BY THE WAY. love trio are my kids. I think the passive competition between clara and alice is the funniest cutest thing in the world

^ page saved in may-nearly-june 2021.

also Literally every single relationship with iruma involved compels me that’s my LITTLE BLUE BOY!!!! going to come back to this on the mairuma front later on the coattails of either rewatching the anime or catching up on the manga. and then They’ll all be sorry…… okay wrapping this one up now I love you sunnfish

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e12

guys i'm having so much fun with this rewatch (recap reminds me that richard killed his son through neglect and q betrayed alice with the threesome and julia's about to get duped by a fake goddess) um

this kitchen reminds me of the season 4 apartment but i'm having fun so i'm not gonna think about season 4

such a small thing but i have beef with the dude imbuing kady with faith by doing something for her like. i guess we disagree on what faith is!

you can't unring a bell so be certain when you call, julia!

poor penny getting stuck babysitting three neurotics and one alice (not neurotic relative to everybody else In This One Thing)

cannot get over q being the one who initiated it. i just can't.

jesus christ jason ralph is so hot

in 2015 you could sell an audience on the badassery of a line just by including the term patriarchy

please alice drinking triple sec :'''-)

we talk about alice's style being sexy librarian but it reads much more to me as a girl who knows she could fall at any second into twee oblivion so she's styling it in dark colors. i'm waiting for an owl necklace.

ooh! dionysus, okay!

i did NOT remember her hooking up with richard. but. i'm fine with it.

mannnnn i love julia wicker so much she is the epitome of the girl with an inch-thick tough exterior filled with love all the rest of the way through she is so special and good

fucking "didn't think you had that in you" go to hell quentin! oh MY cheating is okay YOUR consensual sex outside of a relationship is BAD! again this is why i hated him the first time around

How I was feeling about Quentin would have got us all killed. :l

i kind of feel like if he was a real person i would have bullied quentin coldwater or at least been very rude to him. sorry quentin!

lol the "janet" "actually it's margo" "this time" joke went over my head last time

I PLANNED MY WHOLE OUTFIT AROUND THAT BOTTLE !!!!!

truth serum is toxic and banned? interesting

"oh i was kind of poking around in the dark with that one" lollll my baby

quentin WOULD always bring up groundhog day. also he's actually stronger than me because if fogg told me i'd been killed in these exact circumstances 39 times i would absolutely lose all hope and try and beat the beast to the punch

penny has chemistry with everybodyyyyy

i'm in love with julia's pier one ass apartment

julia and q's reunion gets me so good !!!!! so bad !!!! "you smell the same" wow you guys should be friends forever for your entire lives and you WILL be!

julia calling god magic "some pretty eclectic shit" like it's a limited run pressing of a neutral milk hotel b-side

cool, useless, kind of gross

julia's destiny is to find a whole new kind of magic. do we think this happens? what is this referring to do we think?

the LOOK q gives julia after "richard gave it to me" so much immediate understanding and shit-stirring delight

it's crazy, like, not crazy but crazy that eliot stays so torn up about mike

"yeah, no, it still sounds bad."

JOSH HOBERMANNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please i did not remember that they were all going to fillory in like fucking ren fair cosplay

MAGIC IS FOR FIXING THINGS JULIA SAYS (also "if fixing things was easy everyone would do it" because somebody needs to fucking validate quentin now and then)

despite my indignation on julia's behalf i do love the choice of isolating her from the academic environment of brakebills, i think it adds a new dimension and texture to her knowledge and understanding and engagement with the world around her and i like that so much

it's fucking crazy that q and jules just... do horomancy. like horomancy is such a big fucking thing the rest of the show and in this ep they just do it!

alice's light bending feels so much like a superpower, it's so rare that they let magic seem that magical but they let it happen there and i love that

margo hanson i love you and your gun forever

the moment jules and q step through the telephone booth always kind of gets me it's so much of what the promise of the show can be it's so lovely

[01010010-01100100]

gotta give the biggest #respect to you feltcaverns you sure roasted my applesauce over a campfire good and plenty

Thank you. Finally, some god damn credit.

you guys are obviously at it lyrically on the public forum but i gotta know do yall ever throw down verses behind the frankly unbelievably saturated curtain

HELLO!!!! HELLO HELLO HELLO HELloo hello you messaged me........ oh my godhshhgfhdfjdsfka fshello hello for messaging me. you are the one who sent me a thing... OH!!!! yes ys yes yes.

you are asking about curtians... did you know that in the curtsins of cave johnson they pout moon rocks in there? and now he is singing about lemonsade. lemons like the ones on the tree. with the whores O_O

hello did you know about.... singing. i sing sometimes but not to my friends because i dont think my voice is good. i dont remmeber if i had a voice? but i sing onto the words and it becomes music. i think thats sort of a magic in away

you also didnt forget to ask about my whoooooooooaaaa cant say that one!!!!! ehehehe

hello you are eeee the first person to message me on the wbesite. nobody has before.... did you know that????

not a long time!!! i mean not for a long time. fuck. fuck i am so bad at typing thats why i like doing it the other way. mmhmmhhhghrgfg

they say im the favorite now but it was through being mean... i;m tired of being mean i just want to fuck and suck on plushrumps.com. yknow? i think you know :D

hellO!!!!! and thank you for your message.

:)

holy shit

okay gimme a sec i gotta whip out the old reading glasses for this one

ok refrances those are always good ten out of ten from old rd here

man i played portal 2 like three times

and the first time while in old aperture knocking over old sheet metal with my boingo pogo stick boots

it was literally like a bouncy house with all the colored splooge of quick and bounce and the third boring cum joke

got nauseous from all the camera shenanigans

was tossed around flipped about except chell cant really flip in game thats more pre rendered cutscene crap

anyway we should hook you up with vocal chords sometime what do you think of vocalpids

aw man not p typo

everyone hates p typo

vocaloid thats better

O_O

i dont know who that is? thank you for talking about that. i learn everyh day. you dont know actually what this guy's talking about. you thought you had something on the but it's not actually there.

it might be best to exist this conversation? but noooooooo!!!! i want to talk more but i dont knowwwwww it's a lot and confusing. O_O

bottle rocket 6????? no ive never been there, except the times i have. you dont actually want to be put back there. it's okay, but it's kind of lonely. you aren't a spy, areyou? like from teamfortress 2. gaben

nah i was more of a fusionfall kid myself

i have never heard of video games

when the almighty dell would actually run the damn thing anyways

what the hell

seriously

let me explain to you a thing alright lemme nab one of those longplays of portal 2 really open your world

Yo, behave. Otherwise this shit gets cut off. Not exactly in the state to get scrambled again, and I'm getting a headache already.

Fuck.

Okay, please don't send confusing shit like that.

I can't read it, let alone read it.

oops my bad man

id ask what set you off but i think that would just add another lobotomy to the pile

should i be talking more about plush assholes or something what is the vibe im heading for here im not jiving to hurt you honestly

noooooooo... i can answer that!!! it was all stuff ive never heard of . and i am exposed to a lot of that but thats too much to much too much!!! and it was a lot.... O_O

i havent actually never heard of video games ive heard of a coupel video games. like fortnite. stacey fortnite is my best friend. you aren't sure what fortnite is, but you think it's a video game? you just hear about it on the website.

hello. i am okay not talking about pluhsurmsps.com but it;'s hard because there are more rules. im not allowed to know a lot of stuff... even though i see it and its confusing to me. okay? thank you :) its like when mario gets the star.

To translate, keep the anachronisms to a minimum. I'm not dumb enough to miss the signals, but I'm trying to stay dumb enough to not have to worry about it. Got it?

got it crystal as meth

I LOVE CRYSTAL METH!!!!!! HELLO WALTER WHITE can we be all sortso f things together. you arent actually sure what that is eaither but its fine because it fits the bill. quack

oh god dammit i wasnt even referencing that guy

my bad

shit what year should i be heading for

Breaking Bad came out in 2008, you're fine.

ok cool

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh hello . i dont know :) its okay plushrump content is eternal and can be shared and downloaded in 1080p with a premium scubscripstion? but if we catch you reuoploading the H0TT3ST V1DS onto othwer porn sites then wuhhhhh oh . wuh oh!!! its no good. :O

hello you arennnnnt actually a subscripber? but thats okay im allowed to be social and and with it and ferioucsious. thank you mwahahahaha

absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical

i have been actually just typing and backspacing references ad infiniteezums the past few and reckoning with that whole mess

but yeah besides that im about to settle down for the day i reckon

you guys hooked up to anything or is plushrump like your giant fishbowl

> absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical yessssss. yessssss maybe not that last word. O_O or maybe yes.... i dont want to think about that fucking thing !!!!!!!! hello

woaahhahhhahhhh it's the internet!!! and you are filled with so many connections outbound inbound gmaildotprotonmail dotcom. it's almost like thew hole thing is at your fingertits. you dont remember fingertits being a thing but youre glad they are now. :) whehehehee

did you remember what it was like back there? up there in the sky? no, i didnt think you did. that's alright, because i dont remember eitehr. its equal partitioning, a give and take. running and running as the heavens pour hot death open, and the caverns seem like the only safe respit you've got.

is anyone else there? noooooooo thats bad. thank you for not reading that. oh boy

my eyes are shut dont even worry about it

if there is literally anything i value as a strider now its some actual fucking privacy

  my eyes arent because im looking at the hottest vids on plushrumps.com. did you know they have fozzie bear anal fisting. woooooooooow!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i cant believe it im bursting at the ssssss whaoat athat a new message??? i am not typing fast enough.... O_O

yeah i got some feisty fingers

always chomping at the bit and shit

my graspnubs dont chomp at anything because they are finger tits.... but i dont think thats what it means eiher. have you seen the video before??? on your makrs... ... oh thats wrong? okay

thank you for letting me know :)

broadcast yourself slash watch ? v = Y7WtkdLQ6PM

if tits could bite woah mama id be worried for the baby

oh shit free movie

yeah i love this one

is this you

O_O

yeah god damn

you literally captured my entire essence in this picture

and lookie here theres the whole family

right down to the ridiculous symbols on our old shirts

is there not a dirk in this one? notably missing some dirk and hal here

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no no no no no no shh not that topic. shhhh . id ont want to hear about the new stuff :O i want to smoke weed andn make out with a hot babe made from FELT!!!!!! ouggghgh yeah it is like she is toking it up. but actually she is stroking it up on our newest video. check out mrs muffet on plushrump.com she is called that because she likes vaginas.

whats a vagina dont actually tell me i just wanted to say that i dont know.

yeah alright word word

yeah im gonna just let mrs muffet do her thing

this pictures delightful though

catch me right click saving

okay cool. :) we are so coooooool. you are cool? i feel like you are cool.

yeah so cool

we are the coolest you and me

NOOOOO thats exclusive property of plsuhrrusmrp.s....... the valueeeeee will go down. if you right click save. mewo

aw damn alright

meow meow sorry i misspelled meow.

thank you.

no problem anything for my pal feltcaverns

that isnt my name............. you know that already dont you!!!

Nope, never mind.

Alright.

One moment.

alright take your time dude ill just be sitting here

ehehe. sorry. HELLO!!!!!!!!! have you susbcriped to plushrumrmrsps totcom?

naw

wb tho

was i gone? i dont think so.

nah im just fuckin with you

youa re being mean for saying things like thjat....... you arent a vey good freind!!! frotship is like that.... it has its upsa nd downs.

im all about that altitude

yeahhhhh buddy!!!!!!!!!!!

like riding a dragon and through the sky. and it's out there, floating in the veil, glittering gleaming golden. you see it in your dreams and you can't wait to go back. Holy shit, okay.

I think I'm gonna end this conversation here, if that's chill?

yeah i think thats good

sorry dude

Not that you can't ever send another message. Just letting things rest tonight.

It's cool. Just taxing on the CPU. Letting the temps cool off before trying anything like this again.

gotcha take it easy

Oh, and, uh. You've got my permission to publicize whatever you want from what we talked about today. I think my "friends" feel the same.

publicize?

i dont follow

On your blog or something, I mean. If you want to. Fuck, sorry. Long night. Ignore what I said if that's better, my decisionmaking processors are not fucking functioning tonight.

[naradivision]

Miraitabi's Spring Notification!

// Hi, hello, ohayo, anyoung, ni hao, bonjour, ciao, hola, zdravstvuyte human!

// Check the mic, check the mic

// THIS IS ANGE SPEAKING :)

// Ah, time does fly so fast, doesn’t it human?

// Looking around us again, who would have believed that in the blink of an eye, now we’re soon reaching the end of spring in tomorrow!

// By the way,

// If that lazy admin of this blog was to be more active, who knows, ANGE might even have her bio out already (-`д´-)

// BUT HMPH! FOR MY HUMAN’S SAKE, ANGE WILL PUT AWAY HER PETTY RAMBLE FOR NOW…

// BECAUSE MOST IMPORTANTLY, ANGE HAS A VERY VERY SPECIAL NEWS TO ANNOUNCE TODAY!!!

// FINALLY, LOOKS LIKE MY HUMAN IS DETERMINED TO RELEASE OUR SPRING MIXTAPE SOON YAYYY (ﾉ>▽<)ﾉ~❀

// However, however—

// ANGE guessed you guys aren’t accustomed to ANGE’s way of talking like this hmmmmm

// Then may you please wait a sec!

// Now let’s ANGE try something that those people namely “Vtubers” love to do among these days!

//

// One, two, ready?

ange.addTheme(“sakura”);

// Special thanks to the original creator :)

// Model by neka

// Art by @kurokun_0718

ange.runModel();

“Hello there, human☆ Here we finally meet again!”

“Well, well, well～ Welcome here again to Miraitabi’s Spring notification gladly announced by none other than the one and only pretty girl of my human’s division! Today Sakura ANGE are in da house❀”

“Well, what do you think about ANGE’s brand new seifuku?! ANGE has been putting so much effort to design some new outfits to suit the theme of this season~”

“Tee-hee☆ And to be honest, ANGE isn’t really into stuff like fashions just as other entities around here, but lately it just couldn’t be helped since ANGE doesn't wanna fall back on the allegation of trends! That's why ANGE has to put more effort into this! But despite saying that, the idea to try wearing something matching with my human is something ANGE really really wants to do for a while back!”

“Moreover, the theme palette of spring is very pretty, don’t you think? Pink, white, and green —ANGE’s new friend, Hi-chan, has once told that these three colors were to represent each phase of cherry blossoms during the springtime and that reminded ANGE that there are also a lot of interesting festivals celebrating in this season as well!”

“By the way, speaking of which, it seems like there is another division making a debut of Spring Mixtape even ahead of my human’s team hmm~ Oh, what’s its name again? Does it ‘Hana Matsuri’ which literally meaning ‘Flower Festival’? …Well, a bit weird choice of name ANGE must say, considering that this name is also the small festival some locals in Japan held on 8th April to celebrate the birth of Buddha”

“ —But never mind that, what’s more fascinating is the concept this Over-something team’s conveys through their music, isn’t it? Hehehe, interesting albeit not really out of expected from some group of idol. It’s kinda surprising to see that different individuals can create quite a different interpretation on music even if they have started off with the same topic though, and now ANGE can’t wait to see what they have in store for the next season~”

“Meanwhile, if the 'Flower Viewing' festival along with their joy and tranciency of festivity are going for as the prelude to this jovial season of new beginning, then ANGE'd like to say that my human’s music this time is going to be a bit different then... Butttt, what theme he's going for hmmm~?”

“*giggles* To give some hint; actually this theme is inspired by the event that mostly and coincidentally occurred during spring, especially in March when cherry blossoms are told to have the most beautiful blooming. Because just so you know: Spring is the season of new beginning and departure…”

“Therefore human, please stay tuned for that we’re going to bid a farewell to our precious spring together! Human has forbidden me to spoil much thing but here allow ANGE to give you a little teaser☆”

💮 When The Blossoms Rain

Song Title: Sakura no ame (Sakura Rain) Original by: halyosy ft. Hatsune Miku MMD credits are in the description of video

Fluttering through the window, the pink petal lands softly on your palm

—What do you see in this rain of blossoms?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1050: A Call With Dr. Ashling (Epithet Erased)

Sylvie: You did WHAT!?

Giovanni: (Painting his Toenails While on the Phone With Sylvie) I stole Beartrap away from that dumb toy store a night or two ago, found a suitable hideout spot for the two of us to stay at for the time being, and I, with the help of Crusher, have been raising her ever sinc- (Suddenly Heard a Very Loud Scream From the Other Line, Causing him to Move his Phone Away From his Ear at the Last Second)

Sylvie: (On the Other Line) WHYYYYYYYYYY!?

Giovanni slowly but cautiously return the phone back to his hear before hearing another 'WHY' screaming at his eardrums again.

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Really could do without the constant screaming, kid-

Sylvie: (Slams his Hand on the Desk) NO! Do NOT try and casual talk your way out if this one, Giovanni Potage! What the hell were you thinking!?

Giovanni: Well, I-

Sylvie: What POSSESS you into think that kidnapping Molly from here home was REMOTELY a good idea!? Huh!?

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Look, would you just let me-

Sylvie: Are you really....REALLY that hellbent on trying to be this....BIG SHOT villain you've been going on about or some crap?

Giovanni: (Eyes Widened) What? No! I mean, yeah, I wanted to be a great villain and all, but-

Sylvie: Then why, Gio? WHY would you sink that low into doing something so...STUPID AND-

Giovanni: I JUST WANTED MOLLY OUT OF THAT FUCKING HELL HOLE, ALRIGHT!?

'Silence'

Giovanni: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose to Calm Himself) Sorry, sorry. I just- ('Sigh') I know there's a lot to unpack here, but can we not yell at each other a sec? It's not getting us anything.

Sylvie: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah, you're right. It's unprofessional. Just....please explain to me what's been going on before I have a migraine....

Giovanni: You're fourteen-years old and you're already having migraines? That has to be rough?

Sylvie: (Sighs While Shrugging) Yeah, but it's whatever at this point, you know? I mean, I'm actually fifteen and- (Eyes Suddenly Widens) Hey, wait a minute. (Starts Getting Frustrated Again) We were just having a conversation here! Stop getting off topic!!

Giovanni: Alright, alright, I'm sorry. We're going back on topic now. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, so....a day or two ago, I visited Beartrap in the toy store to ask her join our new villain join.

Sylvie: New villain group? You quit the Banzai Blasters?

Giovanni: Yeah, but that's another story in it of itself. So anyways, I was greeted by her older sister, Lori and she transported the both of us, her friends, their teacher, and this cool looking wizard guy into some fantasy land that has something to do with her Epithet, don't remember what it's called specifically, buuuuut to keep it brief, uhh....(Starts Using his Fingers to Point Out a Few Details) wacky adventures ensues, there bees and scarecrows along the way, I had rad horn and wings....Oh! Naven, Beartrap's teacher I told you about, and I hosted a cooking contest to see if Lori has what it takes to be a part of my gang!

Sylvie: How....did she do exactly?

Giovanni: Oh she failed. With flying colors!....But....she was kinda being a sore loser about and starts being all evil and try to sort of kill us. Luckily, we managed to beat her at her own game and got out of the fantasy world in the neck of time. I stole the hell hole's greatest treasure, Beartrap, found a place to hideout for the time being and the rest was history.

Sylvie: Huh. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I guess that would explain why I haven't heard from either of you as of late....But that still doesn't explain why you kidnapped her in the first place. And what do you mind by that toy store being a "Hell Hole"?

Giovanni: (Sighs While Getting Up From the Sofa He Was Sitting On) Dude, isn't it obvious? (Starts Walking Around the Room) Molly's been completely miserable working and dealing with people's crap in there for God knows how long and her own family sure as hell wasn't making it any better for her either! I mean, I know Lori has her own problems to deal with, but her dad.....(Crunches Up his Free Hand in Pure Frustration) Ooooooooooh does that jackass rubs me off in the wrongest way possible!!! It's bad enough that he makes her work at the store and clean after him all by herself while he does fuck all 24/7, but the fact that he has the nerve, the AUDACITY, to take ALL the credit his own daughters' worked hard for and acts like the "Breadwinner" of the family makes me wanna get my bat, go back to that stupid toy store, and shove that bat right up his, FAT, PINHEADED-

Crusher: Boss! Calm yourself! (Opens his Room Door and Quickly Rushes Towards Giovanni's Side to Gently Rub his Shoulders) You're going to raise your blood pressure and get yourself a heart attack at this rate.

Giovanni: I AM CALM!!!

Giovanni begins to whimper shortly after he lays his head onto Crusher's chest, hugging him. This, in turn, causes the big guy to hug his boss back in return, while gently rubbing his back

Crusher: ('Shh Shhhh') There, there. It's okay.

Sylvie: Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with the guy on your line on this one. It won't do you any good being angry and constantly stressing yourself out no matter how egregious that poor excuse of a father really is......Uh...by the way, who....exactly is in the call with you right now?

Giovanni: One of my faithful Boyz, Crusher. Hey, Crusher, it's that Sheep Kid I told you about.

Sylvie: Not a kid. My actual name is Dr. Sylvester Ashling. (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) B-But I suppose you can call me Sylvie if you-

Crusher: (On Giovanni's Line of the Call) PLEASE TO MEET YOU, SYLVIE THE SHEEP KID, MY NAME IS CRUSHER AND I LOVE MY BOSS TO PIECES!!

Giovanni: D'awwww~ I love you too, big guy~

Sylvie: Riiight.....So, back on the topic of Molly's father: Does he, by any chance, has yellow hair and beard, a green hawiian looking shirt, wearing socks and scandals together, and those small colored stars on that said beard?

Giovanni: Yeah, that fit the description alright. Why? You know him or something?

Sylvie: Not really. I saw him a few times on the day of that museum. He was so..... loud, obnoxious, and looked like he doesn't know a single concept of reality. And you're telling me that's the man whose a father of two? Ridiculous!

Giovanni: Exactly! And you wonder why he pisses me off so badly right now!

Crusher: (Nodded in Agreement)

Giovanni: (Takes Another Deep Breath) But....listen, Sylvie, I know what I'm doing right now is dumb and reckless on my part, hell, I keep having second thoughts about all of this more times than I can count! But when I started this whole villain gig, I made an oaf to protect, help, and be there for my minions each and every step of the way, Beartrap included. And there was no way I was gonna continue standing by let that little girl keep working herself to the bone while her so called "family" does little to nothing to help her out. She's still a kid, Sylvie. A kid that still has a whole life as being a kid ahead before the real word and adulthood comes in and take over. She deserves a lot more than a the crap she received. And if anyone who says otherwise will have to go through ME: VICENT MURDER! The new and upcoming villain Sweet Jazz City will EVER have the DISPLEASURE of meeting AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Crusher: (Applauds Giovanni's Introduction Performance While Wiping a Tear Away From.his Eyes) ('Sniff') That was so beautiful, Boss.....

Giovanni: (Smiles Brightly at Crusher) Thanks!~ I worked all night coming up with that one.

Crusher: You shouldn't stay up all night, Boss. You'll get tired out easily!

Giovanni: ('Groans While Rolling his Eyes') Oh come on, Crusher! How many do I have to tell ya- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud Yawn Before Rubbing his Eyes a Little) I'll be fiiiine....

Crusher: See? You were just yawning right now. You ARE tired!

Giovanni: Dude, everyone has to yawn eventually. You gotta stop worrying about us all the time, big guy.

Sylvie had been silent as Gio and Crisher continues to go back and forth at one another about the importance of getting more sleep. And that's when young psychologist thinks to himself.....

What....what is happening right now? Is this really the same....loud, obnoxious troublemaker he met that night at museum a few days ago? I mean, he can tell that the guy cares about Molly some capacity, but to go this far as to take her away from a stressed-filled, dysfunctional place she used to call home and raising her as if she was his very own daughter?.....It sounds too good to be true and yet.....here we are, Giovanni Potage....doing the impossible. Maybe he was wrong about this guy all along. Maybe..........

But as of right now, he ultimately decided to keep all of this to himself. Fearing there might be a possible chance that the wannabe villain might try and rub it somehow.

Sylvie: ('Sigh') You really do care.....

Giovanni and Crusher finally stops their bickering as the resident soup man continues the call.

Giovanni: You said something, Sylvie?

Sylvie: Molly. You really care for her, do you?

Giovanni: Of course I care about Beartrap. I'll do anything for her and my Boyz. Preeeeetty sure we already established that already.

Sylvie: I know. I was just making sure is all. (Smiles a Little) She's.....lucky to have you guys in her life.

Giovanni: Awww~ (Smiles Brightly) I can say the same about you too, Sleeper!

Sylvie: Sleeper?

Giovanni: Yep! As of right now, I, Vincent Murder, has hereby enrolling you to our gang misfits!

Sylvie: Oh no. No no no. Hell. NO. I am NOT joining your crininal gang, Giovanni Potage!

Giovanni: Oh come on! You'll fit right in just fine! In fact, I can give you job as a Tech Wiz in charge ~

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow) Tech Wiz, huh?

Giovanni: Yeah. You seem like the kind of guy who's skilled at computer stuff! You.....are good at computers stuff, right?

Sylvie: Well, I have taken three different computer classes in my first year of college with.....some success behind it.

Giovanni: Sounds good to me!

Sylvie: Didn't say I would agree to join, Giovanni.

Giovanni: Dude, just give it chance. You can do this whole Tech stuff behind the scenes so you don't have to join us on outside missions if ya don't want to. No problem. Plus, if you join, you can finally have the chance to hang out with Molly, whom talks about you a lot by the way.

Sylvie: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) R-Really?

Giovanni: (Smiles Softly) Yeah, man. She's been worried about you after that whole museum incident the other day-

Sylvie: Which you caused by the way.

Giovanni: Shut up. And to tis day, she wants nothing more than to come by your office to visit you. But alas, she fears that you would be far too busy for idle chit chat-

Sylvie: I'm not too busy!! (Immediately Clears his Throat as He Continues Speaking) I mean...Sure, I have patients and moutains of paperwork to complete.

Giovanni: Mountain shape Paperworks!?

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Yeah. It sucks. B-But besides all of that, my schedule isn't too hectic for the most part. So....if you guys really want to hang out with me, then.....(Starts Blushing a Little) I-I don't mind...

Giovanni: So does that mean you'll join our gang misfits?~

Sylvie: ('Sighs in Defeat') I guess. Sure.

Giovanni: Spendid! Our group is growing ever higher!

Sylvie: (Rolls his Eyes) And I couldn't be any happier. Just try not to cause too much attention in the public eye with your villain antics, alright?

Giovanni: Relax, kid. I'll be careful.

Crusher: (Taos on Giovanni's Shoulder) Um boss? It's time for us to go.

Giovanni: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Oh crap. Already?

Crusher: (Simply Nodded) Mmhmm.

Sylvie: Wait, are you guys going somewhere right now?

Giovanni: Yeah, it's time for Crusher and I to pick Beartrap up from school. Say, what time do you get off from your work or whatever?

Sylvie: Another hour. Why?

Giovanni: Do you wanna spend the rest of the day with us? We have movie night~

Crusher: WE'RE GONNA WATCH SMALLFOOT IN THEATERS!

Giovanni: We originally planned watch that new Puss in Boots movie at first, but a certain dingus who shall not be named- BEN! Brought us tickets to Smallfoot by mistake. So.....('Sigh') Fingers crossed for it to be good or whatever. In the meantime, we'll swing by your office once we gathered the rest of our Boyz.

Sylvie: Okay. I'll try and get myself ready by then. Be careful while in traffic though. It usually gets bigger whenever school is over with.

Giovanni: (Starts Walking Out the Door With Crusher Behind Him) Yeah, yeah mom. We'll be careful. Good thing about this is that Car Crash isn't driving for once.

Crusher: Mmhmm.

Giovanni: Anywho~ We'll see you in a little bit, Sleeper. Don't work yourself too the bone once we get there!

Sylvie: 'Kay, later.

'Call End'

Sylvie: (Sits Back in his Chair as He Looks Up at the Ceiling Sighing) So I guess I'm a villain now, huh? Not the most crazy life-changing moment in my so far, but......it's something. Although.....Having Sleeper as a codename doesn't sound too bad....Better than being called Sheep Boi, that's for sure.

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@jelloapocalypse

@epithet-erased-textposts

[sodapop182]

“Two different directions”

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

This is my first ever fic so please let me know how it was! I’d like this to be an AU where stranger things is more of a coming of age (non sci/fi) setting. Just teens & young adults going through life!

Warnings: mean reader/Steve, cursing, kissing, mentions of junk food. Let me know if I need to add any!

Okay also I sort of lost it at the end so I may rewrite this some other time. I just wanted to put this out there to at least have something!

I also didn’t do too much editing as I was too excited to get this out.

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“Robs I don’t know if this is a good idea. I mean we practically got into a screaming match last time we hung out” you mumbled mindlessly tossing through a pile of discounted VHS tapes.

“Of course it is dingus! Who cares if he’s going to be there too…y’know he isn’t so bad...” Robin trailed off as a customer started waving her down “erm let me convince you some more in a sec…” You smile with a knowing look that she’ll probably be caught helping them for a while. You decide to ditch the discount section and take a seat in the dimly lit break room at the back of the store. On days you weren’t working at the general store you were keeping busy by talking to Robin…and very much avoiding Steve. Your feelings for Steve were…complicated. Was there actually a dislike? Or more of a like? It seemed like your heart would flip flop every other second. Your first meeting was definitely not the best and when ever you felt yourself creeping back into having feelings for Steve you’d jog your memory of that day.

The front door to Family Video chimes as you let the cool air rescue you from the unbearable summer heat. It wraps around your body whisking away the sweat beads that have accumulated on your forehead.

“Hi I’m y/n, Robin has told me a lot about you!” You say warmly outstretching an arm waiting for it to be meant with a hand. It was only your second week in Hawkins when Robin had scooped you under her wing graciously suggesting a list of movies to fill your rainy summer days. Since then you have been attached at the hip, always rambling on about something most people would consider incoherent.

“Oh your the replacement she won’t shut up about.” The boy says in a tone that you just can’t decipher. Funny? Rude? You decide to go with the latter..

“The what-I’m not a replacement? What’s that supposed to mean..” before you could even finish your thought Robin rounds the corner of the counter.

“Oh y/n I’m so happy you stopped by Family Video has been dead lately and if I have to talk to Keith one more second I might implode.” Robin oblivious to what just transpired rambles on. “This is Steve, I’m sure he’s already introduced himself to you. He has a bit of a thing for talking to the ladies” she winks, eyebrows wiggling while knocking her elbow into your side.

A loud knock snaps you out of your thoughts, the sound bouncing off the cream colored walls. The thud turns into a loud banging as you make your way to the break room door.

“How many times have I told you the door locks once it’s shut and you have to prop it open” Steve spits out a little too hastily as he makes his way to the time clock.

“How many times have I told you I don’t care…especially if your the one knocking” you respond nonchalantly taking a seat again while flipping through the magazine lying on the table. Steve huffs in response. He’s already late and arguing now would only make him miss his whole entire shift.

Usually when Steve shows up for his shift that’s your cue to exit but today was different. Robin was dead set on convincing you to go to Hawkins annual Fall Festival. While half listening to her chatter (and half of it focusing on your calculus homework) you agreed to stay the whole shift so she had more time to persuade you into going. With a grumble you force yourself back out on to the floor so Robin could continue listing all the pros about the Fall Festival and water-down the only con..Steve going too.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for....well for everyone in attendance.” Robin rolls her eyes at the drama you always seems to put on. “No really remember when we all saw Pretty in Pink!! We argued the whole time if Andie should have ended up with Duckie or Blane.” Your nose scrunches at the thought of Steve giving his opinion on anything your even remotely interested in.

“Y/n no offense but she totally should’ve ended up with Duckie..I have to agree with Steve on that one.” Robin nudges her shoulder into yours as you pass her another tape to reshelf.

“Robin! Blane turned around for her! Plus he was wayyy cuter. I mean come on a guy with good hair AND he’s rich!” At the last comment Robin raises her eyebrows as a smirk creeps on to her lips. “No no no that is not what I mean. Not Harrington!”

“Robin you know you would get your work done faster if you ladies didn’t gossip like PTA moms attending a bake sale.” Steve chimes in rolling over another clattering cart of tapes to be sorted and shelved. He smiles knowing that he has added at least another hour of work to Robins never ending pile of movie returns. It wasn’t meant to be malicious for his best friend but rather her (in his words) annoying wart stuck to her side.

“You know she would get her work done if you pulled your head out of your ass to help once in a while and stopped flirting with every girl who walks in here..” you snap angrily at Steve who seems to revel in the irritation he’s caused.

Steve let’s out a small laugh that he knows will just get under your skin “I bet you’d want that so you could have me all to yourself.” He waits for you to audibly gag at his remark but to his surprise you turn on your heels and begin handing Robin tapes again. Too far? Too weird..? He shakes his head while picking up a container from the cart. “Look I’ll do all of these if you can just do the bin of romcoms. I know you guys want to get out of here some time tonight.”

Why? Why is he always so good at absolutely annoying the shit out of you while simultaneously being the nicest guy you’ve met in Hawkins so far.

“See like I said earlier he isn’t so bad!” Robin smiles like she knows something you don’t.

You rub your temples in frustration at her (or more so your) lack of understanding. ”Why are you all of a sudden begging me to hang out with you and Steve? Usually you have us avoid each other like the plague. Now you’ve been pestering me since the end of September to go to this stupid Fall thingy.” You can see she’s about to say something but stops herself as if someone or something grabbed her tongue. “Robs…you want to say something but won’t…..why?”

“Just go to the damn Fall Festival please! For me!” the plead in her voice is unfamiliar, you shift uncomfortable with the rising tension.

“Alright alright fine. Is it just the three of us going?”

“Welll…actually…” she trails off at the end unsure of how to even attempt to spit out the last bit.

“Go on” you say lips plastered in a thin line not even budging into a smile as she looks at you with pleading eyes.

“We’ll actually we are taking all of the kids. Dustin really wants you to go though, you know how much he loves you!” This last part comes out at the speed of light not even giving you time to process.

“I am only going for Dustin.” Is all you say as you tuck a tape into its cozy home on the shelf.

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Your conversation with Robin on Tuesday night was left with your comment about only going for Dustin. Nothing else was said in the next two weeks that followed except who was driving who and what time would everyone arrive. Dustin, Will, Mike and Lucas would drive with Steve while you drove Max, Robin and Eleven.

Avoiding Family Video was hard…really hard. You lied to Robin..sort of? You were busy with art club after school but the meetings didn’t run nearly as long as you told her. You just couldn’t stop thinking about what Steve said… “I bet you’d want that so you could have me all to yourself” Even his laugh replayed like a ghost haunting you.

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October 30th rolled around faster than you would have liked. You stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear..flannel? jean jacket? No leather! No no maybe a sweater?

“Ugh Robin this is useless I can’t even decide what I’m going to wear. I didn’t even want to go in the first place and now I have no clothes!!” Again you tend to have a flare for the dramatics. She giggles as she sorts through the three inch deep pile of mix match clothes laying on the floor. Black? Orange? No she reaches for a maroon sweater and jeans.

“Hmmm I think Ste-” she freezes as if she’s seen a ghost, color draining from her face. “-I like this. Just me..I like it!!” For her sake you choose to ignore her Freudian slip and begin dressing in her outfit choice. To top it off you add a leather jacket with some light makeup less than your normal look. You smile into the mirror noting how the color brings out the blush on your cheeks.

“Good choice Robs this sweater is cute and warm” she nods knowing she’s just saved you from a emotional fashion breakdown.

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The smell of funnel cake, caramel apples, and freshly popped popcorn snakes it way into your nose as you open the car door. In the distance lights twinkle at the various booths arranged in an open field with stacks of hay and pumpkins at the entrance gate. A large white banner reads “WELCOME TO HAWKINS 31st ANNUAL FALL FESTIVAL”

“Pretty sweater you look really nice” Steve says as he slides next to you with a small smile at the corners of his mouth.

Weird…he would usually make a smart ass comment as an opener. Why was today different?

“Uh thanks Harrington” you answer skeptically, picking up the pace so he isn’t shoulder to shoulder with you.

You hate to admit it but that felt…good? Nice? All of the above? Your feelings for Steve were creeping back into a place of like or more than like? God why was he so confusing. Or more so why was your heart so confusing.

“Hey wait up! I’m just trying to talk to you.” Steve jogs joining you ahead of the group. “Look I’m sorry about that night in family video about that comment I made about you having me to yourself... That was weird..you didn’t come in as much after that and I figured it was probably because of me”

Of course it was because of you stupid!!! You thought to yourself as you watched him kick a couple of rocks down the dirt path. But not because you didn’t like the comment, but because you wanted nothing more than for it to be true.

“No Steve I was just really busy with school. I’m president of art club now and it’s been stressful since I’m still new. Everyone’s really nice but it’s hard to find the time if I’m always running to Family Video.” This was partly true but you knew you’d always make time to steal a glimpse of Steve at work while you listened to Robin complain about shitty customers.

“Oh I see. I’m happy your enjoying school so far..anyone giving you trouble?” Concerned? Caring? Steve was both at the same time?! Your heart skipped a beat at this not-so-new-found warmth he has for you.

“Thanks Harrington but I can handle myself. Everyone has been great and I mostly keep an eye out for Dusty not myself.” You smile as you both look back at the boy making fake barfing faces at Mike and El who are holding hands. “Art club has been great though I really love showing my stuff to other people.” Was your brain trying to initiate something with Steve here?? because as if this were a movie script written by John Hughes he replies,

“You know I would love to be one of those people.” he rubs his hands together, puts them in his pockets, and then back out again. He’s nervous and you can tell…but why?

“Steve!! Y/n!!! Corn maze now!!” Is all you hear Dustin screech before your being swept into stalks of corn taller than if you were to sit on Robins shoulders. The kids scurry into every direction that it sets your head spinning.

“You little shit heads! Stick together!” Steve calls out to literally no one as they’ve already made their way deep into the maze. Your left with Steve at the entrance..you could walk the other way but something tells you to keep going.

“Soo.. I guess we’re doing this?” you ask Steve who was already making a left. You quickly follow behind in silence. It’s not an uncomfortable silence but one that you’re used to with Steve.  this silence doesn’t stick around as with each wrong turn taken a comment was coming out of your mouth faster than you could think. “Nice Harrington”, “I told you we should have made a right!”, “No we’ve been here already!!”

“Y/n seriously you keep yelling at me! We’ll never make it out of here alive!” To your surprise Steve seems hurt..he frowns hard while cursing under his breath as he slaps away cornstalks that are level with his face. 

“I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just..I don’t know I’m only mean to you because I feel like that’s the only way I can get you to notice me.”

Were his ears deceiving him did you just apologize, call him Steve, and admit to wanting his attention all in one sentence? 

“Thank you for apologizing y/n. But since when did you call me Steve?” You blink in surprise..did you actually call him that?

“I uh- well it’s a cute name so I figured why not say it” nice one y/n…

“Your cute when your nervous.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“Oh shut up dipshit!”

“There she is!” Steve brightens up a bit and laughs knocking into you with his shoulder. You continue walking in circles, every now and then making some progress to the exit sign you can see brightly shining some distance away.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve says in a hushed voice as if someone was listening.

“Yeah shoot..”

“Why do you think you have to be mean to have my attention? I only ever want to be nice to you, but you kind of make that hard.” This last comment stings a bit but it’s a harsh truth that you knew you’d have to face someday. You never cut Steve slack and it’s all because you want to build up a wall around your heart.

“I- well..” your struggling to get the words out. “Well I just didn’t think I’d get your attention or even hold it if I was just myself.”

Steve is taken back. He’s only known you since the summer surely he didn’t make that bad of an impression on you.

“Y/n what made you feel that way??”

“Oh Steve I don’t know! It’s just that Robin told me all about you, how kind you were, sweet, funny, and basically a mom to a pack of wild children.” He laughs a little at this and you feel yourself ease into what you want to say next.

“You know I hate to do this but it’s like idk that movie Pretty in Pink…”

“Your favorite movie” he inserts quickly to let you finish

“Yes my favorite movie. Blane is cool, rich and handsome. He falls for the weird, not popular, “other” girl…I don’t know Robin also told me about your past, your road to redemption, and I just didn’t want to be let down if anything were to happen between us. Your cool and I’m just me.” You have never felt more silly in your whole goddamned life. Did you just compare the two of you to fictional movies characters? Seriously? It was the best you could do in the moment but looking at Steve’s dumbfound face you began to regret it even more. 

“I think it’s cute you think of us as those characters, especially because I love that movie too.” He smiles a sign that maybe this will be okay.. “and…you don’t have to worry about my past or not being yourself around me.. you know the times we do get along is when you are yourself.. and did Robin fail to mention my fall from Grace. I’m not exactly as cool as I was” Steve laughs at himself and you feel your insides do a little summer salt.

“Your cool to me Steve. Thanks for saying those things y’know it means a lot.” You hear rustling in the stalks, both of you snap your head in the direction of the noises. Without thinking your hand shoots into Steve’s as you hoist yourself closer to him. The sun has already set and the only lights to guide you are the dim baseball field lights in the distance.

“Don’t worry y/n probably just the kids on the other side of this wall.”

You continue for what feels like hours but in reality is only about 30 minutes of walking towards the exit or what you thought was the exit. Turns out there are more dead ends in this maze than you originally thought. You weren’t complaining though since Steve hadn’t let go of your hand since you got spooked. The longer you walked the more you talked about anything and everything. This time your nose didn’t scrunch up in disgust as Steve gave his opinions on the topic at hand.

“What do you say we go to a diner after this? No kids just us two?” Steve asks a hint of nervousness in his tone. He hides it by squeezing your hand to distract you from noticing. 

“Is it a date?” Did you just say that outloud?! “I didn’t mean to say that out loud uh. I mean we can go just like normal like ya know..friends being friends.” You manage to stutter out with a weak smile.

“Actually I’d love for it to be a date.” Steve gives your hand another squeeze and pulls you a bit closer to him. “Let me ask again though because I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

Long time? Since when? Your mind was racing with so many thoughts you thought you felt your heart beat making its way into your skull.

“Y/n would you like to go on a date to the diner with me?” Steve’s big brown eyes stare down at you with that softness you swore you felt earlier that night and maybe a few times before. He smiles and brings your hand to his lips, carefully placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Oh he knows exactly what he is doing and it drives you mad.

“Yes Steve I’d love that.” You actually mean it too, you would love to spend more time with him and this time being yourself.

“Perfect. Now we just have to find a way out of this damn maze!” You both laugh and pick up the pace only to be tossed and turned into the same spot you started at.

“Okay I’m about to start chopping this shit down” Steve says visibly frustrated as he starts swatting down stalks.

“No no don’t! We will find a way don’t worry it can’t be that hard.”

You carry onward feeling excitement rise as the exit sign starts to become closer.

“Y/n I know I should wait till after the date but..” Steve stops unsure of what came over him to ask you such a thing. Especially in the middle of a corn maze.

“But.. what Steve?” Your lost. Was he going to change his mind? Dump you before you could even get a chance to date? He stares at your lips, quickly moving his eyes back up to yours. Ah..you get it. This time you squeeze his hand. Your lips crash into Steve’s and you can feel yourself start to melt. He taste like cherry and vanilla with a hint of caramel. His hair is so soft it feels like silk in between your fingers as you tuck away some strands behind his ears. Steve wraps his arms around you bringing you closer until your bodies push together creating a beautiful warmth between the two of you. The kiss sucks your breath away while also breathing in a new sense of life. When you pull away but you don’t go far though, his arms still embracing you in a big hug.

“So much for waiting after the first date” you laugh as you look up to Steve’s grinning face.

“How about we consider this our first and the diner our second?”

You place a peck onto his rosey lips “sounds good to me.”

“Even though you were a pain in my ass I really liked you from the moment we met. I know it wasn’t the best meeting but I guess I was just worried about being replaced” Steve admits still holding you close.

“I understand Steve I felt the same way. My heart was always pulling in two different directions and I’m really glad I followed this one”

As the sappiness continued you began to hear more rustling in the stalks. This time it was followed by Max yelling at Dustin for trying to eat the corn.

“Dustin put that down! It’s not even cooked and what if there’s bugs in it!”

You both laugh and walk towards the voices. A left , a right, no another left and you’ve finally caught up with most of the kids. Mike and El have seemed to be lost or made it out ahead of everyone else.

“So like did you finally do it or wuss out?” Dustin asks Steve a little too loud.

“Dude? Seriously!” Steve smacked the top of his baseball cap down over his eyes.

“What! We saw you guys sucking faces and figured you at least asked her out. Also thanks I owe Max $10 now.” Dustin kicks at a piece of corn lying on the ground and huffs at being on the losing end of a bet.

“You bet on us??” You ask him slightly amused, slightly annoyed.

“Oh come on I may be younger but I could tell you guys liked each other from the start. Your both my best friends so of course I knew. Robin too.”

Ah so that’s why she was being so weird lately. You smile at the thought of your best friends knowing you so well.

“Look! The exit!” Dustin yells pushing past you and Steve as he screamed something about sweet sweet freedom.

You and Steve walk hand in hand out of the maze and head straight for Robin who was sitting alone on a picnic table making goggly eyes at Vickie. The smile she has is so bright it outshines all the lights twinkling around the fair. As you approach her all you can hear is a “I told you so! I knew it! I knew it would happen!!”

And she was right. It did happen and you couldn’t be any more happier that it did.

“Here Robs” you say as you hand her your car keys. “Load all the kiddos into my car for me, Steve and I have a second date to get to.” You smile knowing damn well she doesn’t have a license and she could possibly cost you a new front bumper but the total bliss your feeling right now is blocking all of that out.

“You sure?” She questions even though she already knows the answer.

You nod as Steve wraps his arm around you again leading you towards the entrance you came in.

“Thanks Robin for introducing me to y/n. And thanks for talking me up to ask her out!” He says over his shoulder. You both smile knowing that this is the start to something very beautiful.

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 8: Sneaking Out

Later that night I sneak down the hall to meet up with the new students. So while I might be a good witch, breaking some rules is ok sometimes, right? I mean who goes to bed at 8 anyway?

“And where are you creeping off to?”

I freeze and slowly turn around. “Binx, people here think the highest level of fun is going to a tea party. For once I’ve met others who are actually fun!”

“They’re the kids of villains,” the black cat warns in a mocking voice.

“I know that. This is… me trying to help them fit in and feel welcomed.”

“You like Carlos, don’t you?” Binx says with a pointed look.

“I can’t help it! His cute face is sprinkled with freckles, and he punched Chad for me.”

Binx stays quiet- never a good sign.

“What?”

“Magica… Have you learned about your siren magic?”

My-? Oh. Uh-oh.

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh my God- Binx, what if I spelled him to like me, to- to love me? I didn’t mean to, I- I wouldn’t know if I did. I’ve never actually used it, I just know I have it from my mother. How will I know if he actually likes me or is just spelled to like me?”

Binx shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, Magica. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. Why don’t you ask Fairy Godmother?”

“No!” My face twists in horror. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m the cruel, manipulative monster my mother was, especially Carlos! I’ll just… Try to keep things friendly and professional.”

Before Binx can respond I confidently strut towards the VKs room before someone catches me.

“Knock knock. It’s Magica.”

The door opens and Jay’s face pops out. “Evening, trixie! Come on in!”

I groan. “Will you stop calling me that?”

“Nope.”

“I’m telling you, new hair!” Evie exclaims as I walk in. “New hair to match her new clothes.” She turns and sees me. “Oh! Magica! We were just talking about you! Mal?”

“Yup, hold on a sec!” Mal flips through a tattered book that almost resembles the one hidden in my skirt.

“Hey! That almost looks like-!” I stop, remembering that I have to keep mom’s spellbook a secret. “Never mind.”

Mal ignores me and finds the page she’s looking for. “Beware, forswear, replace the old with wicked hair,” Mal chants from the book.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my hair change.

“Wait- What-?” I frantically lift the now fuschia-colored locks in front of my face and look at Mal with my jaw hanging. “What did you do?”

She smirks. “I just helped make you look like a true witch, trixie. No need to thank me.”

“Huh?!” Now I’m panicking and trying to cover it up. “Mal, are you nuts?! I’m trying to keep a low profile as it is, not walk around parading my magic to the whole school!”

But the VKs don’t hear me.

“Oh, I love the color!” Evie gushes as she examines my new look. “Goes well with the dress, and the boots match perfectly!”

“Gotta say,” Jay nods approvingly. “That’s some rad look you’re pulling, trixie!”

Carlos goes to say something, but appears to be speechless as he can’t take his eyes off of me.

God I hope it’s not siren magic!

“Um, Earth-to-Carlos?” Jay waves a hand in front of his face.

Carlos blinks. “Huh, what?”

Mal rolls her eyes. “I know, I know, Magica’s hot now. Get over it and let’s get on with the plan, Carlos!”

Evie agrees. “I will say that Magica’s new fashion style is rather catching, but Mal’s right. We’ve got work to do.”

“What’s that? I thought you wanted me here to pull pranks.”

All the VKs give each other uneasy looks.

“We were, uh- thinking of checking out the Museum of Cultural History,” Mal says with a shrug. The others nod in agreement.

“How is that a prank?”

Evie shifts her eyes back and forth between me and Mal. “It’s… after hours, so it’s still against the rules.”

I give them all an annoyed stare. “Really? Sneaking out after curfew? I’m doing that now! I thought you guys were gonna do some actual pranks, heck a five-year-old could do better!”

“Guess you’ll have to stick around to see us get to the big pranks,” Mal baits me. “C’mon guys, let’s go over the plan.”

“Just let me pack my stuff,” Jay says as he assembles some suspicious-looking items onto a cloth.

“Or you could just leave all this stuff here and pick it up when we take over the world!” Mal states with a pointed smile.

“You sound just like your mom!” Evie remarks.

Mal puts a hand to her chest. “Aw, thank you!”

Jay just shrugs. “You do your way, and I’ll do mine.”

“It’s not good to steal, Jay,” I warn with a scolding finger. “And Mal, I can tell you all want to make your parents proud, but does taking over the world have to be in your agenda?”

“So what, trixie? We’re VKs, we make mischief. It’s what we do,” Jay chuckles darkly.

I bite my lip. “But-”

“Jay! Come check this thing out, man! It’s awesome!” Carlos calls from the TV.

I smirk at the tv. “Haven’t played video games before, huh?”

Carlos shakes his head. “Nah. No internet on the Isle. What about you?”

My eyes widen slightly and I try to phrase my backstory carefully. “No, I was raised in Sherwood Forest so there was very little service. In fact I had my first-ever car ride just a few days ago!”

“Really?” Carlos asks in disbelief. “I knew you were different from the others. What’s it like living in the woods in isolation?”

I tilt my head and think. “Well, it’s… quiet, a good place to practice magic, lots of plants and animals…”

Carlos gets stiff. “Are there dogs?” He asks in a nervous voice.

My brow furrows. “Why would that matter-?”

“Guys!” Mal calls from across the room. “We do not have time for small talk. Do I need to remind you what we’re all here for?”

“Fairy Godmother, blah blah blah-” Jay starts to ramble about something but Mal comes over and slaps a hand over his mouth. She looks over at me with narrowed eyes, then back at the VK group.

“We should discuss this somewhere else.”

Jay tilts his head. “Why? She’s not gonna tell, right trixie?”

I frown. “Tell who about what?”

“Um, tell anyone about our trip to the museum. Right Jay?” She hisses in his ear.

“Ok ok! Just let go!”

Mal’s eyes narrow as she analyzes me, almost from the inside-out. After what seems like eternity she finally gives me a head jerk. “Fine, you’re in. You seem like you could be one of us.”

My face freezes as I try to keep my cool. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’ve got the potential to be part of… let’s call it our villain gang. You’re not like all the other stuck-up prissy princesses here.” She walks up and gets closer, causing me to lean back a bit. “There’s something about you that I don’t get, but don’t worry. I always find out.”

I pray to God you never find out.

“Um, ok? When are we going?”

Mal gets up from the bed. “Right now. Get your stuff, guys.” I hold the door open for all the VKs to exit.

“So you’re Ben’s advisor?” Mal says with a new-found interest. “That’s cool.”

I nod. “Yeah, especially since a student like me with magic usually doesn’t get to be in such a high position.”

Carlos frowns as he sets the gaming consoles down. “Why not someone like you?”

In my head I panic as I try to find an explanation that won’t give anything away.

“I’m… new to Auradon, so people thought it didn’t make sense for someone who’s grown up in the woods their whole life to be made Royal Advisor. But Ben and I have been friends since we were kids, so he trusts me.”

Carlos gives me a smile. “I can see why. If I were king, I’d want someone like you to help out.”

“Why? I’m not the smartest, or the most organized-”

“But you’re actually nice. You listen to people and put others before yourself. Ben’s lucky to have you as his advisor.”

“Carlos!” Mal hisses from outside.

“Coming!” Carlos grabs his jacket and follows us down the dim hallway.

So, does he actually mean that, or is it just the siren magic talking?

Carlos’ POV

Now that Magica has different hair, she’s definitely starting to fit in with us. But I do feel bad though, ‘cause I know her intention is to help us fit in here. I do have to admit that I feel myself liking her more for being so nice to us, but I also notice she’s still acting strange around me. Did I do something wrong? I won’t back down though, ‘cause I’m determined to prove to Magica that Carlos de Vil doesn’t give up easily.