#ok now ive got some assignments to work on

[tremendousmoonexpert]

got an interview on monday and i'm Stressed. there's a lot of candidates and like not even i would pick myself why would someone else choose me? and i don't even want a job with that many hours bc i'm scared of regressing to the person i was last year i made so much progress after i quit my last job i feel almost good these days but i also really need an internship...

[bonbonly]

sugardaddy lewis who makes you sit on his cock while you work on your assignments

real talk, lewis hamilton is so fine like every time i see a picture of that man i'm actively drooling liKE SIR PLEASE PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING - ok someone restrain me

bon's thoughts (18+)

sugardaddy!lewis hamilton probably misses you, but you had some exams coming up! and like ive said before, he wants to see you succeed and graduate. you're getting great grades, he doesn't want to ruin that, so there's gotta be a way for him to spend time with you right?

he visits you in your dorm one day, awkwardly waving to your friends who are about to head out for the weekend. you were a bit too studious for your own good, but hey at least you weren't getting wasted when you had a test coming up! he's proud of you for that, and when you guide him to your bed, he's eyeing the thin tank top you're wearing that easily highlights your hardened nipples, and those cute silk shorts that gives him a clear view of the round of your ass.

"i'll be studying, lewis, i hope you don't get bored," you pout at him, sending him an apologetic smile and he chuckles,

"it's ok baby, I think I can find a way to keep myself occupied."

and that he does, because now you're warming his cock as he's watching you complete some assignments for a class. your clothes are on the ground, he was insistent that he got a clear view of those delicious tits of yours. if you finished an assignment correctly, he'd let you bounce on his cock for a few seconds, but if you had to redo one, oh he was going to hold your hips down and make sure you didn't create any friction.

an hour passes, and you're whining, begging for lewis to do something because as much as you love feeling stretched out like this, you wanted him to move to do something! he kisses your back, sweetly whispering that if you just finished that last assignment he was all yours.

you're scrambling to submit the stupid thing, but also to do it properly. lewis hated it when you'd rush through something and get a low score, his baby just had to be patient and read the instructions! and when you do get that 100% as a grade for the assignment, lewis bucks his hips and you're mewling at each thrust,

"i got you baby, it's time for me to reward you" he giggles, thrusting into you faster as your moans bounce off the walls of your room.

[dreamersparacosm]

ahhh i read the entirety of under the checkered flag last night and got like 4 hours of sleep 💀 so so good! i’m curious can we get jungkook’s pov of what went on in his head when oc rejected the first kiss that led him to sleeping w that model bc i wanna knowww!

ok so i have had so many thoughts on this. not even kidding ive been shook by this request bc its so REAL. like yeah i also want to explain what this man was thinking… bc perhaps it may not make sense why he is the way he is. at the end of the day… he’s toxic internally and that is ALL he’s known before you, i mean, the guy has fucked so many girls before you. this is how i see it.™️ if you disagree… well, good luck charlie (I don’t write for the weak.) enjoy.

warnings ; talk of previous sexual activity!

prompt ; in which she isn’t you.

part of the under the checkered flag universe

He knows.

God, he’s known for as long as he’s been in your presence. It’s not your fault, nothing you can contain. He’s just known that you were never his to claim.

When he invited you to the afterparty, a tiny part of him, some subconscious section of his mind, hoped you would deny the invitation, so that he wouldn’t have to keep dreaming of you, dreaming of what your lips would feel like against his, dreaming of your touch against his warm skin.

He knows many things, but what he knows for certain is that he should not have brought you onto the balcony.

“You were really something out there today,” You speak softly, and his brain goes to mush, palms sweaty and hesitant with some sort of desire he can’t contain. Any form of a compliment from you causes his breath to hitch.

All he can respond with, after a gulp of saliva, “Yeah?”

You don’t dare look at him. He just stands there, inhaling your scent from a mere few inches away, trying to collect a part of you he can’t touch. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

And the thing about Jungkook is he’s received compliments in his lifetime. Too many to count. From fans, from reporters, from faceless voices who say his name like it belongs to them. They’ve called him beautiful, breathtaking, a living work of art. They’ve told him his voice drips with a smooth tone, like honey and sin, that his body was carved by gods who took their time. He’s learned to accept it, to let the words wash over him, to detach from them entirely.

But when it’s you? When it’s your voice, soft and careless, dropping a compliment like it means nothing?

It kills him. He feels devastatingly and utterly ill.

Because you’re his friend. That’s what you’ve always been. And that word friend feels dirty in his mouth now, like a lie, like a word someone else assigned to the two of you before he ever had a say in it. He barely even knows if it means anything anymore. Not when you look at him like that. Not when your voice wraps around a simple, thoughtless phrase like it’s just syllables in a nonsensical sentence.

There’s more words exchanged, things he doesn’t fully process because he’s so stuck on how beautiful your curves look in the dress Jisoo picked out for you, the dress he sent her money for and told her not to tell you.

He doesn’t really process anything until you say, “ Sometimes I think I like being alone so much because it’s the only time I don’t have to be anything for anyone else.”

It’s so inherently him, the things that you say sometimes. You’re a mirror image of him, some version of himself looking back, only better. Sharper where he is dull, softer where he is rough, a perfect contradiction that somehow fits him more than he fits himself. You say things he’s thought a thousand times but never dared to speak aloud. You see the world like he does, or maybe you see it clearer, untainted by the noise, the expectation, the weight of what people want him to be.

That’s how he knows he’s royally fucked.

He can’t be just friends with you, not when your voice slips into his thoughts so effortlessly, lodging itself in the quiet spaces between his ribs. Or, not when your words make his skin feel too tight, his body too aware, his heart too loud in his own chest.

Not when it feels like you’re crawling inside his head and making a home there.

His body moves before his brain does. He can barely breathe, every hum of oxygen being ripped from his lungs when he shifts to look at you, stare into your eyes that longingly look into his own, like you’re analyzing every part of his soul.

There’s a glimmer of hope behind his eyes, he knows it.

He feels it like a heartbeat in his throat, pulsing, thrumming, betraying him. He’s staring at your lips, watching, waiting, praying for a sign that you’ll kiss him back if he lets himself cross that final, irreversible line. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to do it.

He needs to close the space, to drown in you, to let his hands map the curve of your jaw and finally give in to the thing that’s been eating him alive from the inside out.

He reaches out, brushing the lightest touch against your wrist. It’s barely anything. Yet, there’s a slight hesitation from your body language.

You take a step back. Small, barely noticeable. It’s enough.

It’s enough to tell him he’s made a mistake, that he can’t cross this barrier, can’t shatter the fragile thing you both pretended was friendship, can’t be so foolish as to believe that this could survive the weight of his want.

You swallow, exhaling shakily. “We’re just friends.”

Three words, that when put together, shatter him completely.

God, he’s known this whole time.

Then, slowly, because it’s all he can muster, he smiles knowingly. “I know.”

He offers to go back inside, and you smile sweetly. There’s an awkward silence that takes its place between you two, and he immediately distances himself from you. From a few feet away, he watches you shuffle over to Jisoo, whisper something in her ear, and she walks with you towards what he assumes is the restroom.

The grave mistake he has made is so irreversible he wants to kick himself in the face.

He marches right up to the bar, asking for a whiskey on the rocks, something he hasn’t dared drink since he met you.

Realistically, you ruined it for him. Ruined everything. Whiskey used to be his escape, his sharp-edged comfort, the thing that burned just enough to remind him he was still alive. But then you happened, and suddenly, nothing tasted quite the same.

Tonight, however, he drinks. He drinks like he used to. He lets the dark liquor scrape down his throat, letting it seep into the cracks of his mind, letting it pull him back into old habits.

It’s easier to fall back into the emptiness, to slip into the hollow space where his ego and his loneliness curl up together like old friends. To let himself believe, just for a night, that the answer to whatever this ache inside him is doesn’t have your name on it.

He doesn’t want to be the man who can’t sleep without the ghost of your touch. Doesn’t want to be the man who looks for you in every crowded room, even when he knows you’re not there.

So, he downs another glass. Then… another.

At some point in the night, he stops caring about where you are. Stops caring if you got home safe, if you’re tucked into bed, if you’re even thinking about him at all.

He starts wanting something simple.

A mindless thing. He craves something that doesn’t look like you, doesn’t talk like you, doesn’t make him feel like his skin is too tight over his bones, like his heart is clawing its way out of his chest every time he breathes.

So when a model—one he’s had before, months ago, a lifetime ago—slides up next to him, trailing a perfectly manicured hand down his arm, he doesn’t even blink. He does not react when she leans in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, asking in that sultry, practiced voice, “Your place or mine?”

He should feel something. Excitement, relief, even just the slightest flicker of interest.

But he feels nothing, just a dull, gnawing ache in his chest, the kind that no amount of whiskey or soft skin or easy pleasure can fix.

Still, he nods… takes her hand. Prays to every god he doesn’t believe in that it works this time (Except nothing works. Nothing ever fucking works. Because no matter who he touches, no matter whose lips ghost over his skin; they are never you. And that is something he will never be able to drink away.)

So, the next time you see him, when you inevitably find out, when you stomp to his house, all rage and jealousy, everything he knows fades to dust.

Now, surely, undoubtedly, you are his to claim.

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masterlist + request

[dollfacefantasy]

help okay i hope this isn't too soon but im back and i have a thirst. So basically ive been thinking about like di leon and where hes been gone on a mission for a week and when he finally comes home he has like paper work or like something on the computer and reader is just like sitting at his feet with her head in his lap while he works and she starts getting super impatient while hes on a work call and starts to act bratty and whine and stuff and then starts to suck him off and so when he hangs up he pulls her over his knee and punishes her and then they fuck. I was hoping you could put like daddy kink cuz you write it so good i love it and you can add whatever else you think fits. Hope this wasn't too much im sorry if it was.

heyyy :) so i have a fic with a kind of similar premise for leon and thirsts are usually just little blurbs to me, so i'm just gonna write part of this but thank you for the ask. i do love the idea of doing it while on the flip phone <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, blowjob, daddy kink, sort of exhibitionism

The entire desk shakes as Leon's phone chimes with the notification that someone is trying to reach him. For such a small device, it sure had a lot of vibration power.

Normally, he'd just reach over and grab it. Flip open the small cellphone, scan the caller ID, and hold it to his ear with his obligatory "Kennedy speaking."

But right now, he hesitates. He hesitates because you're beneath his desk. You'd managed to tug his pants loose and worm your fingers around his length. Your hand strokes him slowly, moving up and down as you look up at him with those alluring eyes of yours.

He'd been away on a mission for a few weeks, and as expected, your ache for him had grown strong. It would be easy to just brush your hands off and send you away till he finished working at his desk, but he had missed you too. He found it sweet, your need to be attached to him after some time apart. The only thing worse than having to leave you for so long would watching those pretty eyes fill with the sting of rejection.

"Be good while daddy's on the phone," he says quietly, as if he already had the other person on the line, "If you get me in trouble, I promise you your ass is gonna get it tenfold."

You nod in a display of your obedience, as if he was a fool to question you at all.

With your small reassurance, he grabs his phone and whips it open. Chris Redfield. Ok, so at least there was a chance it wouldn't be something too serious.

"Hey, man," he says as he brings it to his ear.

From your place on the ground, you can hear the muffled sound of his friend's voice. It's of no concern to you though. You rest your cheek on his thigh while your eyes stay locked on his cock held between your digits. You stroke it up and down, watching the flushed appendage with adoration.

Above you, he mumbles "mhm's" and "oh yeah, for sure's.” You don’t pay much attention beyond those brief affirmations. All you can think is how bad you want it in your mouth. It just looks so good, and it's been too long since you've had it.

But you shouldn't, right? He told you to be good. But this would feel so good for both of you. It seems like a win-win from your perspective.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. I don't blame you I would've done the- fuck," Leon says, getting cut off by his own hissed expletive as your lips engulf the tip of his dick.

You hear a muffled response on the other end, but you don't look up to see your boyfriend's reaction. Instead, you work his shaft deeper into your mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Got a cramp in my leg. I get 'em bad after assignments," he mutters.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your head, so clearly, he wasn't too displeased with what you were doing down there.

You brace yourself on his thighs, pads of your fingers digging into the meat of his legs. Rising and falling, your head bobs. You coat the flushed skin with your saliva, letting it dribble from your mouth down to his balls.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he wrestles with the desire to moan. Poor Chris on the other side of this call. Not a word he said was taking root in Leon's brain. The short responses were even more half-hearted than before.

"I'm listening. Sorry, I was just... preoccupied when you called, y'know?" you hear him mumble.

You swirl your tongue over the ridge and pull off to lap at more of him. Your hand strokes what your mouth can't cover. You know all his favorite tricks, and you're putting each one to use right now.

Leon runs a hand through his hair, a bit of sweat beginning to break out across his forehead. His eyes flutter, and he closes them as if that would make it easier to stave off the impending explosion of ecstasy. A soft grunt comes from him, one he's hoping isn't loud enough to raise suspicion.

"What? Yeah, she's home right now... I don't know where she is. She's... doing something around here," he responds to Chris asking about you.

A laugh rumbles through the phone. Chris says something along the lines of "you're something else."

"What?" Leon defends, "I swear I'm listening I just-"

He has to stop talking then and there. If he kept going, his words would've morphed into one of the most humiliating whines heard by him, you, and Chris. He couldn't have that. When he recovers, his next words come rushing out.

"I just gotta call you back. Give me about an hour," he says, not waiting for a reply before clapping the phone shut.

His hips buck upwards, and both of his hands land on your head, making you take all of it. You gag a little, but he doesn't lighten up.

"No, no, baby. You wanted daddy so bad. You're gonna take all of me now. No whining," he chides through a clenched jaw.

Your eyes water. You tough it out though and let him fuck your throat till you feel that familiar pulse on your tongue. He lets go down your throat, spilling himself into the warmth of your mouth with a groan. His body slumps into the chair as he rides it out. Only when he's done does he finally let you go.

You pull back and recede onto your haunches, catching your breath. As air refills your lungs, things seem clearer. The moment of relief only lasts a short while though. Seconds later your being pulled up and slung across his lap.

A pout graces your lips as you look up at him.

"Ah ah. Don't look at me like that. What'd I tell you?" he says, already rubbing your ass in preparation for the spanking you're about to get.

"But you didn't get in trouble!" you protest.

"You didn't know that when you pulled that stunt though, so you still are," he teases before landing a firm swat on your ass.

The first of many to come.

[organic-bloodbath]

Lobotomy: kills & kisses

Episode IV: Butterfly

Chishiya x Reader x Niragi

Summary: You find something unusual in the asylum.

A/N: Ok i got it done after all. I try to avoid describing the reader's appearance, but i had to write couple of things for the plot here </3 Next episode will probably take a forever too.

♤ List of Chapters ♤

Six days. Six days they kept you in the solitary confinement, which was the longest time yet.

During that time, once in a while you were sure that you’d be never let out; you would rot in there and eventually die out of hunger or thirst. If you did get out, you’d be instantly escorted to the surgery table and be face to face with the surgeon holding a hammer and icepick.

But instead, they brought you straight to your room. A tray was waiting for you on your bed, filled with food. So, you enjoyed your dinner in your room instead of the dining hall like usually. Fair. Either the dinner was already over or they didn't want you around other patients just yet. No complaints from your part, you’d actually rather eat by yourself if that was an option more often too.

As you took a bite of the cold broccoli, you couldn’t help but imagine this to be your last meal. The last meal you’d be able to eat all by yourself with your own hands. You felt like an inmate in death row sitting in her cell, all alone thinking about death even though you weren't going to die.

But you'd take an electric chair or an injection into your veins instead of lobotomy if those were options. However, you had no options or free will anymore. Not here, not ever again.

Were they going to do the surgery on you tomorrow? No, of course they wouldn’t. They couldn’t, right? It wasn’t your time yet, it couldn’t be.

Stop it. Calm down and eat your food. It’s alright.

You didn’t know what time it was, but it must be time to sleep soon. Maybe any moment now the nurse would come in with the useless medication. Hopefully it was going to be the nice and too-good-to-be-here nurse again, not the old hag who’d push her entire fist into your mouth if you started to resist at all and she had to force the pills down your throat.

For your surprise and relief, you weren’t dragged into the surgery room the next morning. Your day started normally like any other: wake up, medication, shower, breakfast and work. What did you have to do to be taken to the surgery? Or had they assigned a specific date for you which they wouldn’t move to earlier or later day? You had assaulted another patient after all.

Was she okay? Did she lose an eye?

You got back into doing the laundry — which was a surprise how they let you back so soon alone with a few other patients but what did you know about their thought processes —, but this time putting the dirty clothes and sheets into the washing machines. The room was a little cleaner than the one where you folded the clean and dry clothes into piles, but you were certain that there was still mold in some part of the corners of this room and god know's what else.

When you had scanned through the people in the room who’d be working with you, you noticed a new face. A girl with long dreadlocks pulled back in a high ponytail. She had replaced the blond guy who had fixed your finger, right now he was nowhere in sight. They didn’t add any extra people for already existing groups; only replace someone who couldn’t attend work that day.

There could be many reasons, but of course your mind wandered instantly to the worst option: the lobotomy. Maybe he had acted up again and was thrown into the solitary confinement and would be released tomorrow or even later this evening. That’s what you wanted to think right now. Honestly, you'd rather not think about anything, but that had appeared to be impossible.

It wasn’t that you necessarily cared that he specifically would face the operation, even though you didn’t wish it to anyone. You didn’t personally care about anyone here. It just meant that your time for the surgery was coming closer and closer and there was no way to run or place to hide.

The new girl, who you’d seen before but couldn’t recall the name (maybe it started with a K?), barely made eye contact with anyone during the work. You had seen her and the laundry guy together couple of times. Were they friends? She looked slightly upset. Something was clearly on her mind but you weren’t going to ask what it was. It was none of your business. You would mind only your own things, not anyone else’s.

At one point you noticed that the new girl, who had worked hard at first, was now examining one of the detergent bottles a bit longer than necessary. She was reading the product label with furrowed eyebrows, thinking about something with a concentrated look on her face. When she noticed you looking at her, she quickly resumed to working like the rest of your group, shaking her head and putting the bottle away after pouring a little bit into the washing machine’s slot.

“Eww, gross!” a girl — the same one who the guy next to her had shagged the other day during your work shift — cried, throwing a pair of dirty pants on the floor away from her.

You’d think you’d get used to handling clothes with shit stains after working here for months, but for some people it never seemed get easier. Of course it was disgusting but the entire place here was full of shit — both physically and psychologically. Grow up, for fuck’s sake.

The girl with locks just rolled her eyes, looking as annoyed at the whiny little princess as you were, every single time too here. At least you wouldn’t have to be alone with her.

After probably five minutes, the prissy princess screamed, startling everyone else in the room. She jumped on the table on top of the clothes, staining a few of them with the dirt on the bottom of her shoes and shaking the unstable table from side to side. It was already close to breaking, and she wasn’t helping it at all.

“Oh my god, kill it! Please, kill it!” she shouted at her fuck buddy. You looked over the table, locking your gaze on a cockroach crawling on the floor.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” the girl with locks yelled at her, a furious look on her face as she slammed her hand on the wood. “It’s just a damn cockroach, it’s not going to hurt you.”

Right then, the guy stepped on the cockroach, pressing his foot hard on the floor to make sure it really was dead and would never walk again. You were used to seeing here all kinds of insects, going from cockroaches to several different species of spiders; by far you had identified five different types. Some day you’d slam that girl’s head on the wall, but it wasn’t today.

After the cockroach situation, everything calmed down and nobody said another word. When you were finished with your daily work in the laundry room, all the washing machines on, you sat down for a moment, resting your arm on the table. The washing machines were so loud that you could barely hear any other noises around you, if there were any. The others had left the room before you, but you had to sit down for a while, starting to feel a little dizzy. You figured it must be dehydration since you didn’t remember when was the last time you had a glass of water; most likely not after the breakfast.

As you were falling into your own thoughts and trying to gather enough energy to stand up and leave the laundry room, something landed on your finger. You flinched slightly out of the sudden contact and aimed your gaze at your finger.

A butterfly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sure it was just an illusion but you could physically feel it. None of the hallucinations were the type you could actually feel. But how the hell could a butterfly get in here? And why?

It was an actual butterfly.

You inspected it a little closer, carefully bringing your hand towards your face, recognizing it to be a monarch butterfly. You were amazed that it didn’t fly away, but stayed there, resting against the wound that was still healing but didn’t need a band-aid anymore. Like the butterfly knew you beforehand and was comfortable around you, trusted that you wouldn’t crush it in your fist or rip its wings off.

Then, it flew away and disappeared, leaving you to wonder if it had been there in the first place. You looked around the room and saw the only possible option of entrance on the other side of the room on the ceiling.

The vents. That was where the butterfly had come from and where it had left as well. Somehow the butterfly had managed to get inside this building, which meant that the vents would lead outside this building.

There was a way out of this place through the vents. Whether it was only the size of an insect or possible for a human as well — there was some kind of way outside.

Niragi.

That was the guy’s name who had been bothering you a few times with this suicidal escape plan of his. You scanned the room for him until noticed him sitting at one of the tables with the Hatter and two other men whose names you didn’t know. One of them large, muscular and intimidating who you hadn’t even seen before.

You walked up to them and stood next to Niragi, not caring that you were interrupting their conversation and whatever card game they were playing. It was obvious by the look of Niragi's face that he was losing.

Three of the men turned to look at you, but you kept your eyes only on Niragi.

“Can I help you?” Niragi asked, raising his eyebrows.

You nodded towards the other side of the room, hinting him to get his ass up and follow you.

“We’re in the middle of a —“ he started but you already turned around and started walking away from him. You knew he’d follow you, there was no doubt about it at this point.

And he did. Rolling his eyes and letting out a silent scoff, he got up from his seat and started catching up with you.

“Now wait a minute,” Niragi groaned.

You looked around the two of you, making sure that nobody saw you, and then opened the door to a storage closet. Stepping inside, you yanked Niragi there as well by his arm.

When the door was closed and you were left into the darkness — you weren’t sure where the light switch was located — a smirk spread on Niragi’s face.

“You want to make out or something?” Niragi asked, cocking his left eyebrow, though you couldn’t see the expression on his face right now. “I get it, I get horny while being isolated too, mind racing to all sorts of fantasies. You wanna let out some steam? I definitely— Ow!”

While he spoke, you were desperately looking for the light switch and tried to ignore whatever he was rambling about. When his hand found its way on your waist, you instantly hit him on his shoulder with your fist, making him let out a silent and annoyed wince. You were well aware that people came into the closets to make out and bang each other until they could barely walk but that wasn’t your intention at all with this man. Even the thought of it made you grimace.

“Fine, so what are we doing here?” Niragi asked, rolling his eyes.

You pulled tweezers from your pocket, showed them to him and pointed at the vent above you in the ceiling. You couldn’t reach there on your own, but Niragi might.

“Does that mean that you’re in, huh?” Niragi asked, raising his eyebrows. “Thought you had given up with the idea.”

You took Niragi’s hand and laid the tweezers on his palm.

The ceiling was surprisingly high, though they were high everywhere in this building. Niragi was just tall enough to reach the vent, standing on his tiptoes, and was able to remove the screws. He laid the plate on the shelf next to you.

“So, here’s a paper and pen. Mark here how many directions this leads to, where and how long it takes for you to get there, got it? Be fast, someone might walk into here any moment,” Niragi explained.

The next problem was how you were actually going to get up there, but Niragi was one step ahead of you. He laced his fingers between each other to make a firm spot for you to step your foot on so he could lift you up. You looked at him with an unsure expression on your face.

“Come on, step on my hands I’ll lift you up,” Niragi said.

You took a hold on his shoulders and as you stood just couple of inches away from him, making a short eye contact with each other. There was something familiar in him but you couldn’t figure out what it was. It was the first time you saw him that closely. You tried to ignore the feeling and put your foot on his hands. You crawled up against him, putting your hand on the top of his head and the other on the shelf to keep you balanced when he had lifted you high enough.

While you crawled upwards, Niragi was awfully aware of your body pressed against his. How your stomach was pressed against his face, your visible ribs hard against his cheek. He hadn't realized how skinny you had become, but many people here looked starved. Niragi automatically grabbed your ass with his other hand to keep you up when he was about to lose his balance, making you to hit him on the side of his head.

“Well sorry, princess, but I gotta hold onto something to get you up,” Niragi insisted but couldn’t help but smirk a little when you didn’t see his face. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, trying to just concentrate on getting up.

God, you should have climbed on his back and sat on his shoulders, maybe that would have been a bit easier. You did get a hold on the edge of the hole in the ceiling soon and was able to push yourself inside with Niragi’s help.

The vent was just the size that you fit to crawl in there. Niragi was right, he wouldn’t be able to go through these vents as easily as you could. Well, perhaps he could fit, but with your size moving was way faster.

After a moment of crawling through the vents, you saw light coming through a grid and heard two different voices coming from somewhere.

“Please, please don’t do this,” a man cried.

“Shh, it’s going to be over soon,” another man tried to comfort him. “You’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

You stopped by the grid and looked down just to see a man being tied down on a able, every limb restrained so he couldn’t move. The surgeon was standing next to him with an icepick and hammer, a few nurses surrounding him as well. Your eyes widened as you took in the scene below you. Oh my god.

“Please!” the man cried, on the verge of tears.

You felt like you were going to be sick, vomit ready to rise up your throat. You had to put your hand against your mouth to muffle any sounds coming out of your mouth, afraid they would hear you even breathing and catch you sneaking around. Open the vent and perform the lobotomy on you too for constantly breaking the rules and doing things you were forbidden to do. You looked away, ignoring the operation happening under you and continued crawling forward, pretending that you hadn’t seen anything at all.

The next time you saw light coming through another grid, it was an entrance to another room. As you had crawled right by the grid, you heard two people talking in the room. At first you weren’t entirely sure where you were anymore, having turned around a few corners and explored the vents further, but it didn’t take long to recognize the room and figure out the location.

“Has the illusions of your father lessened at all after increasing the dose?” Doctor Kano asked, her hands resting on the yellow pages of her usual notebook.

“I guess a little,” the young boy said quietly. He was clearly nervous and avoided eye contact with her.

“Define a little,” the psychiatrist pushed. “Do they still appear every day or less often now?”

“Well, I suppose not every day anymore. Maybe every other,” he answered shyly, sounding like he knew the answer but was unsure what the psychiatrist wanted him to tell her. That there was a right and wrong answer and if he chose the wrong one, he’d fail and show he wasn’t getting any better. She had that sort of effect on many patients here; not able to talk freely without the fear of facing immediate consequences. Like it was their own fault that they weren’t getting any better.

You shouldn’t eavesdrop, you knew that but couldn't help it. You didn’t know the boy personally, but you did know his name: Kodai Tatta.

“I see,” Doctor Kano mumbled and wrote something on that stupid notebook of hers which was full of notes from the sessions with the patients and how they went. Full of lies the patients told her because they were too scared to tell the truth. However, Doctor Kano was good at spotting who was lying and who wasn't.

You shook your head and moved on; there wasn’t enough time to waste, someone could enter the closet any moment and catch Niragi hanging around in there. What excuse would he come up with being there by himself? Would they realize that he had helped another patient to go up and explore the hospital as a ghost nobody would notice?

Then, you faced a dead end. Only a metal wall and no way forward. However, as you got closer, there was a ladder upwards. A ladder you could climb up. You grabbed the metal ladder and took a deep breath. It was a long way up, but you were going to do it.

As you were climbing up, you imagined the table you’d be lying on, all of your limbs restrained against it so you wouldn’t be able to move and escape. A doctor standing in front of you, an ice pick and a small hammer in his hands, leaning towards you while you screamed as loud as you could for him to stop. To back off and cancel the operation. To leave you with the pills that had no effect on you. To let you live as a human and not a breathing vegetable.

You shuddered at the thought and how it wasn’t just a theoretical situation that wouldn’t actually reach you. You had seen the operation with your own eyes just a moment ago. It was real and cruel.

You reached the top after a while, now being face to face with some sort of a hatch. You tried to push it open but it wouldn’t move an inch; it had been sealed with a lock which would require a key or someone who was skilled at picking locks. The only thing you had in your pocket right now were the tweezers, and they wouldn’t be much of a help for getting the lock open.

You started to wonder where the hatch would lead. Would it be the entrance to the roof? Surely not. The climb along the ladder was high enough that it could skip the upper floors entirely, though you couldn't be sure about it. Was it possible that only this rusty metal hatch was separating you from the outside world? The world which you had been isolated from for months? Sure, they let you go outside but it was always a fenced yard with no way to exit the grounds of the asylum.

Coming to the conclusion that your little adventure was now over, you climbed the ladders back down and started crawling back to the way you had originally come from. Over Doctor Kano’s room, where she was still talking with Tatta, and over the surgery room which was now empty and completely silent. You tried to prevent yourself from letting your mind wander back to the operation and started to move faster. Being in this tight space was starting to suffocate you.

You couldn’t help but wonder where the butterfly had come from earlier. The vents went through many directions inside this massive building, so maybe there was another way outside as well? Other than a locked hatch? Obviously you couldn't know which direction was the correct one for the butterfly's route. You didn’t have time to explore the vents any longer either, not right now. You had already been there long enough. Maybe a little too long.

You arrived back to the vent opening above the storage closet where you had come from, approaching the open hole. As you peeked down, Niragi was still standing there on the same spot, arms crossed leaning against the shelf. Good, none of the nurses had come there and snatched him away, interrogating what the hell he was doing alone in the storage closet.

When he noticed your presence, he looked up and your eyes met.

“You done?” he asked, and you only nodded as a response. “Alright, I’ll help you down. Jump and I’ll catch you.”

You raised your eyebrows, eyes growing wider. There was no way in hell you trusted this man enough to be able to catch you without you twisting your ankle when you’d hit the floor, him accidentally not being able to catch you.

Niragi rolled his eyes, as if reading your mind. “Come on, you can trust me. I won’t drop you on the floor, alright?” You rolled your eyes when the same smirk you had seen before returned on his face. “Wouldn’t want to break that pretty body of yours.”

Well, what choice did you have anyway? You took a deep breath and turned around, letting your feet tangle in the air for a moment.

As you let yourself drop down, you shut your eyes tightly together, waiting for the pain on your legs when you’d hit the floor, hitting your head on the edge of the shelf as well — but there was no pain. Instead, sooner than you realized, Niragi was holding you in his arms. Your legs were wrapped around his waist for support when he held you with his arm around your waist, other hand squeezing your thigh.

Your body was slightly shaking and heart racing, even though the drop wasn’t so bad and you were safe and sound out of the vent. But you didn’t have time to get off Niragi when the door opened, just a few seconds after your jump down. Both you and Niragi turned towards the intruder, seeing two patients standing next to you. A young woman and an older man, holding hands. All four of you looked at each other for a moment, confused what the hell you should say or how to react.

“Can’t you see this room’s taken? Get the fuck out!” Niragi shouted at the two patients who were quick to slam the door shut. Niragi turned his head back towards you, smirking at how red your face was at the moment out of embarrassment. “Now, you seem a little tense and like in a need of someone making you feel good. I can take care of that, hm?”

Niragi glanced at your lips, just a small gap between your faces, and squeezed your thigh a little tighter, but you only grimaced in disgust and wriggled off his grip, standing on your own two feet again. Niragi chuckled for your reaction.

You ignored him and started to draw a quick picture on the paper. A simple picture of the building and the approximate way in the vents you had crawled through, as well as the ladders leading up and ending to the hatch. You drew a lock too, pointing at the hatch that it needed a key to be opened. While you sketched the picture of the paper, Niragi put the screws back in their places, making it look like he hadn’t removed the grid in the first place.

“It leads to the roof?” Niragi asked when he had examined the sloppy drawing for a moment, sounding surprised. You only shrugged. “So, there’s a lock, huh? Any ideas where the key for that would be?”

Then, before you and Niragi could proceed the conversation any further, the door opened once again. This time, it was a male nurse. He looked at the two of you for a moment, letting out a deep sigh. “And what do you think you’re doing here?”

Instead of looking shocked and panicked of getting caught, Niragi only smirked. “Needed to let out a little steam. You’re a man, so you get it, hm?”

The nurse only rolled his eyes and stepped aside to not block the way out anymore. “Mhm. Now move on, it’s time to go back to bed soon.”

“Yes, sir,” Niragi said and bowed, leaving the closet first but you followed right after him and avoided the nurse’s gaze. There were two types of nurses for the hookup situations: the ones who didn’t care (usually men) and the ones who gave you a warning (usually women). Luckily, this time you were caught by a man who didn’t care enough to warn you not to do it again or there’d be consequences.

The two of you walked forward in the corridor side by side, and after a while Niragi leaned closer to whisper into your ear, “If you ever want to go back to the closet together, just let me know. I promise we’d have a good time.”

You stopped walking, taking a step away from him. With one last wink and smirk at you, he kept walking and left you alone. Your cheeks felt hot and had definitely turned deep red.

You had finally fallen asleep faster than in a while, but were then woken up by someone entering your room. You opened your eyes, seeing three figures approaching your bed. Rubbing your eyes, the light blinding you and still half asleep. Confused of what was going on, you slowly rose up enough to lean against your elbows.

Then, as your vision turned clearer, you recognized the person by your bed being one of the nurses.

“What’s going on,” you mumbled, but then felt something on your arm.

A needle piercing your skin, inserting something into your veins. Your eyes widened when you realized what they were doing but before you’d manage to do anything, everything turned all blurry, dizzy and eventually pitch black.

When you came back to your senses, you weren’t in your room anymore. No, you were in a completely different place, laying down on a hard surface. A few nurses surrounded you, tightening the straps around your wrists, locking you down on the surface wherever you were lying on right now.

You tried to look around but you couldn’t even move your head to the side. Then, when the realization hit you, your eyes widened and terror filled your body. Your heart started racing so fast it might as well shoot its way through your chest completely.

No, no, no — this couldn’t be happening.

No, I had to have more time. Just a couple of days. Please. Not now, let me go back to my room, I’ll be nice. I’ll behave, I won’t cause any trouble anymore, just let me go. Please.

But of course none of the people in this room could read your mind. To hear your desperate thoughts and cries for help. You knew it’d be useless to start screaming for them to let you go. They wouldn’t open the straps and let you walk free. No.

Then, another figure approached you, holding an ice pick and a hammer in his hands. This was the exact image in your head which you didn’t want to become true. Ever. The strongest fear you had here right now, and it would become your new reality.

I thought I still had more time, you thought. The butterfly. The butterfly had caused you false hope. False hope that you could leave this place. Find a way outside. Of course you could never leave.

They knew you were trying to escape. Of course the knew — they had eyes everywhere. Or did they know?

Your thoughts were interrupted as the doctor spoke to you. Said the few chilling words that made you feel sick. “This will be over sooner than you realize. You’ll feel much better afterwards, Y/N. Nothing to be scared of.”

Then, laughter all around you. Manic laughter, almost mocking you at this situation. The laughter covered any other words the doctor said to you, echoing everywhere around you and inside your head.

No, no, no, no. Don’t do this to me. Don’t —

A/N: Any likes and comments are much appreciated, thank u for reading <3 Let me know if i forgot to tag you or you want to join the tag list!

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MOTIVATION FROM 🧷🧷🧷🧷🧷🧷🧷SAFETYPIN ANON🧷🧷🧷🧷 BC WE ALL NEED IT UTS TUESDAY AM I RIGHT

So yesterday was the worst. absolute worst. so tired of everythitn so much hatred. cried. anxious. couldnt focus on a damn thing. got more meds. drove well. etc. but didnt feel good at all. guys. trust if you ever feel in despair its not real. I was so tired and even then things changed. my friend only wears her emerald necklace. she wore a flower necklace instead? I zoned out listening to lana del rey in math trying to do void (ive been just popping up in there since I was a kid but it was out of desperation ykyk I was like no everything's bad I need to lock in!) and suddenly my math teacher was trying to get my attention even though he never rlly cares because I get good grades yk? then suddenly we did an all-class activity. at first I was gonna just revise that it ever happened but then I was like ykw no why is the world crazy. then today the boy that in my opinion. why can't he be a girl hes cute but im GAY. anyways. idk it all looked weird he looked different and I woke up smiling today even though yesterday I was crying and sooo sleepy. also before bed I realized I just had a headache all day and wasn't even tired... so it was all fine. ALSO make sure when you have bad days to remember it doesnt manifest because you dont persist in that. it doesnt matter if you feel like shit you wont attract shit ykyk. today feels fine I feel much better my bangs looked ass this morning but i feel better AND I took a video for my friends with my outfit and my friend just said 🧷 ur so beautiful like ur actually gorgeous WEEE! I feel better today guys a bad day only means you're one step closer to getting there trust me nothing can stop you, ever ever ever. its all fake and the world is an opp. trust yourself. anyways yap over i keep having dreams i forget. but they're not rlly awful. think I dreamed my SP again I drew her yesterday and then first thing when I wake up my friend posted a reel of Joan Jett to her story who I do in fact find cute. idc idc its real my hair is 24in and someone cute goes here. HOLY YAP. idk im an oversharer anywaysss. its like if I dont tell anyone I just think its not even real. ALSO im making a background video collage type shit for my choirs performance on Thursday and my teacher LOVES IT and I was nervous so I emailed her instead of going in person but she had me show ut to her on my phone and she loved it so much I have to get it done today/tomorrow ugh but im so excited its going rlly well. ALSO probably its bc I practiced too, I drive myself home every day but ive gotten significantly better at driving (I was an anxious wreck before). but also I started taking my iron pills again so. I think. that might be why things sucked for a while. guys. take your iron pills. they're not making your life suck I took like 4 yesterday (dont do that but I hadn't in months. guys dont mishandled your meds i do dumb stuff but you shouldn't ok???) now I feel blessed or whatever. so you know what. yeah. take iron. also try to absorb yourself in activities if you can only react to the world around you. thats why works for me AND I get to say I did things! I also love to say i already did it automomously without thinking (manifested) and that being upset only makes it happen more. bc lord knows I am an upset little child at times. anyways I feel much better will take iron and MAKE SURE YOU DO TOO! if u need it. I promise promise promise if some rando like me can change her whole face at the age of 12 you can get a text back, $5, whatever. dont hype a single thing up in ur head its all just THINGS in the world, even Carl Sagan says. everything in the universe is a "moat of dust, suspended in a sunbeam." now when I was un medicated I found that distressing but nothing is too much or too little you assign meaning so dont let anything assign it for you trust me it feels so good to be in control and you really are. yesterday I was crashing out and all that means is I have it today and yesterday and every day. trust

🧷

I love this so much I wish we were friends irl so I could just listen to you yap

lmfao, anyways. this is honestly amazing and a couple of points caught my eye, 1 when you were talking about smth abt bad days and then know it gets better. There was this girl who manifested her dream life on twitter, and she said a very interesting quote to me "if your life is falling apart right after you affirm and persist, I have some news for you" That really piqued my interest because its SO TRUE LIKE I feel like that's the biggest sign you could ever get but we turn it into a negative

2 girl have fun with it and turn him into a girl LMFAO you could just assume he was born a girl, whats he gonna do abt it (I mean- she 😂)

3. I LOVE THIS FOR YOU like you had a bad day yet you still persisted no matter what and stayed faithful and loyal like AGHHH girlie ily

you're so right, you really ARE in control so why stress about it?

[konohamaru-sensei]

hello again!! thank you so much for gathering the iketeru illustrations for me (and translating them too, which i greatly appreciated), cause your post really made my day :')

it's funny that the author's got a whole book of fanservice for us lmao, but i love it! do you have a #1 favorite illustration (of anyone) from the whole book? (sorry if this sent twice btw, crap was glitching lol)

lovely anon, I must tell you that I once again went absolutely over the line with pictures I took. There are so many good ones!! I knew a few illustrations from sensei's twitter and knew how well it worked for me so I ordered this book from japan and yes, that is why I can never pick favourites I just like all of them (exception is the series in which the characters are teachers and you are supposed to be their student, not a big fan of those lol). Once again I put them under cut together with my chitter chatter about them asdhjflas

anyway im glad i made your day!

yes its amazing that this fanservice exist. In the interview at the end of the book sensei says they often drew their characters as practise (without lines) and then uploaded them to twitter to find out the people responded so well!! so they continued with it! More snippets from the interview:

they consider this a kind of alternative world that has no space in the manga (since its a gag manga).

they claim they didnt try to make the characters hot on purpose, it just turned out this way. in their head usao and kumao always had old people voices. but now they are glad the characters are hot because of the voice actors choosen.

they come up with a line and then assign it to a character, rarely the other way around.

Every one of their characters has one thing they think is special, something they like to show off when they draw them. for Uramichi its the chest, for Iketeru the slender neck, for Usahara the shoulders and Kumatani the arms!

and shockingly to me: since this manga is running 10 years now they said when they started they felt like Uramichi is so old, but now they are the same age! I cant believe how someone in their twenties wrote such an accurate manga about being in ones thirties.

gosh anon i wish this was more popular, i only have one friend to talk to about this story and i have so much in my soul dhkasdflsd so please come back if you feel like it!

ok so some of my faves under cut from here

first of: my favourite has always been ushara. he is cringe fail and i love cringe fail so much. but that also means he has almost no COOL lines because he is kind of an idiot (lovingly said) tho all his illustrations are so cute. so he wont show up here much tho i love everything about his arts of course!!

now you asked me for my favourite and ive known this one for a while, but I think my unbeaten favourites of everyone are the love confessions:

I love the different way they all do it. Uramichi pretty much goes "I love....you" (cries), Iketeru of course quotes it, Usahara just YELLS at you "HEY I LOVE YOU" and kumatani is like ".............. iloveyou" haskdlfh

generally kumatani has so many cool lines because he is so stone cold. this is also specifically heart wrecking for me because his voice actor Nakamura Yuuchi is my favourite thing since strawberries so if I imagine him doing the voice I want to die.

Three times Kumatani is an absolute tsundere about white day:

"you are chattering so much... well, tell me what you want now. I'll get you anything."

"What do you want? Tell me clearly"

"I told you to get over here"

another white day illustration i love is this one from usahara

he says "the present is me, hippety hop", which i find ultra cute with the little bunny and the hairclip!! but my friend said it sounds like he forgot white day and just brought the first thing he could find, which would be in character (adding this picture was a nightmare tumblr did NOT want me to upload it?? you hate cute boys? tumblr you hate cute boys??)

uramichi's face when he realises you april fooled him is so funny to me somehow

" You say "Im sorry".. that is also a lie, is it not?"

ok from now on the pictures will be low quality because tumblr wont let me upload the photos direclty anymore i need to screenshot them first. rip im sorry

ok there are a few here of uramichi saying somehow sexy things (to me at least) and it makes me go hrgnlkhdflk

""Good big brother (onisan)" you said. Who do you mean?" idk why that gets me so hard but why you asking .. wha...what you mean

"... Isn't it ok? You don't have to go home yet." (this is from the stayin the night portion)

"A promise from big brother. I will protect you well" T_T

this thing which can only be described as ship art:

is this bickering idiots to lovers sensei? is that what you mean to tell me sensei?

this usahara from the staying the night section

"Come play with me today!" (............ h.......how...)

this image if kumatani because of THE LOOK? um HELLO

unfortuantely the translation is kinda tricky because i cant read most the kanji and google lense is like?? but its something like "Do you think you have the guts to betray me?" or something like "Do you think I have the guts to betray you?" idk he looks good so its fine

almost done i swear!! there are a few kuma usa double pages i love

Kuma: "Don't look. Its hot." (sidenote, he is shirtless a lot. not that I complain or whatever)

Usa: "Where would you like to go? The ocean? My house?"

sorry i tried to keep my fingers out of all pictures but clearly failed xD

Kuma: "Shut up. Shut up and look at me."

Usa: "I understaaaand. Get over here." (crying, i want to)

this is a part of the book extras. I showed it to you with Iketeru already. I think the meaning is sort of the moment they realised their carreers are over, sadface

Kuma: "I never really liked it. I thought I would just throw it away. Damn it, I lost."

Usa: "The wind suddenly stopped. Ah, thats how it is. Its over"

of course there are a lot more other characters shown in the book, but much rarer and since they dont interest me too much they dont have my favourite lines asdhfklasdhf anyway anon I hope you liked this

[im-fucking-baalin]

Tell me . More about your cult of the lamb au :3

I'm specifically curious about the idea that lamb could have been a priest of a religion based around a warped version of Narinder (you could say... a cult)

How did they warp his image? Does he know about it? How long has the religion been around- does it dissappear when the lamb is sacrificed? Grrrr I am so curious!!!

RAHHHH ITS 5AM THE PERFECT TIME TO ANSWER THIS OF COURSE !!!

ok first of all, english is not my first language so if theres something you didnt quite understand lmk pls 🤝

sooo,,, an incredibly long explanation is incoming!

im gonna be honest, this all originated from A Single™️ line that Shamura said in-game. This One:

"The lamb is, after all, the sacrificial beast. Bred to slaughter"

Since the first time i read it, it kept lingering in my mind because, wdym.

In my own madness, that lines existence means that, even before the lamb genocide happened, the bishops considered lambs as some kind of free soul resource they could use for sacrifice with no repercussions. And thanks to that, ive been constantly in a state of Making Things Up In My Mind Until Shit Starts To Make Sense.

And heres where, basically everything comes into play. The lambs were Narinders cult, to some extent. They were assigned to him, courtesy of his siblings, to be literally the pastor of them, yknow, protecting them and guiding them until the time to be sacrificed came. However, those sacrifices were never for him. Those were for the rest of the bishops.

Let me explain! One thing i LOVE with what the community has done in COTLs lore understanding is the way we see the crowns powers. like HELL YEAH they are NOT a single concept they EMBRACE the whole spectrum of said concept! Including everything that may be considered "good" and "bad"!!!

AND NOW, the important thing with this,,,,

In-game, after indoctrinating the bishops into your cult, and completing each individual quest for them, they kind of tell you where they got their crowns? the version of the game ive been playing is the spanish one, and honestly i hadnt read those same dialogues in english to see if they actually translated them faithfully, but oh well!

Thats what i got from it; with the four telling you how they were basically normal creatures before finding the crowns. mind you, finding

We are talking about a culture in wich gods were kind of the basic population, maybe in the timespan before that weird "war" happened; youd think they would be more careful with those things no? Exactly!

The bishops werent properly crowned!!! :000

THIS MEANS, in my mind, that they had absolute zero knowledge of what those crowns fully embrace!!

This, also, is where i have a loose knot, for i still hadnt come to a reasonable explanation on how Narinder got his, for he seems to be the only one who wasnt a crawling creature before the crown, possibly meaning he WAS properly crowned. ill work more on this in the future :P

SO, before i start expanding waaaay more, this is where i wanted to get to, but itll be on giant general terms that i promise ill explain with more detail in the future:

the bishops didn't believe in death having some kind of spectrum to it, one that they used on their own personal gain, receiving offerings and such in exchange of "good things". As a result, they kind of excluded him, in a not so catastrophic way like you might think, but rather in a "your domain is of no use to us" kind of way.

This was a result of Shamuras doing, for they were the only bishop who got to understand what a crown entails, knowledge being in their domain after all

(as a little side note, i FUCKING LOVE what this implies. Yknow? that the contrary of war is not peace but rather knowledge, because the more informed you are the more able to see what kind of shit youre doing, yet also functioning as the greatest weapon to use in the field IS PEAK TO ME)

What Shamura was trying to do was protect him. They were very afraid of him, and in trying to make that fear go away, they decided to kind of "keep" the truth away. This resulted in him never exploiting his full domain, wich then led to ppl believing that praying to death was basically useless, unless you did it to get consolation, wich meant there were no offerings or sacrifices in his name.

Now, as the pastor of the lambs Narinder hated the way the other bishops treated them. The lambs were kept in some kind of village, from where they, whenever they wanted, could choose any lamb and make Narinder sacrifice them in their name. Even kids!

Well, after this half-assed explanation bc i didnt want to make it way longer, here comes the actual answer to your question! (sorry!)

the religion started the moment the lambs managed to escape the place they were kept in. the situation that led to this, was the same one that sparked the conflict between siblings: a resurrection.

even if Narinder was their patron god, the lambs never had contact with him until the time to sacrifice came. here youre gonna meet ellen! shes a missing link i had to write into the story for it to make more sense. she is, also, the culprit for that religion to exist!

Basically, that day they had sacrificed her lover. they were planning to escape that night, but sadly they had no chance on knowing who was to be chosed for slaughter next. instead of praying to their god, she insulted him, with such a burning passion, Narinder knew this was his opportunity.

he made a deal with her. he would revive her lover, and in exchange she would leave and never tell anyone what happened. the only gain Narinder was going to have with this was the knowledge that he could actually revive ppl, so it was a total win-win.

ellen, however, saw this as death being the kindest god to ever exist, and she felt incredibly lucky, for she was the first and only to ever be offered this.

we all know how this went, though. the ritual was interrupted by the bishops, they started arguing, Narinder did what he did etc etc

she escaped, alongside her whole village, and decided to mask her selfish act with sermons about how Narinder sacrificed himself so they could live better lives, and how he had choose her to be the carrier of his word. it was all made up ofc.

so, for a millenia, the lambs were worshipping an incredibly distorted version of Narinder. They didnt even get his name, nor his title. They only knew him as death. This also meant Narinder never got to know about this. As far as his knowledge go, the lambs may all had been sacrificed without any regulation in the next coming days after his imprisonment. None on his name, tho

fast forward and we get to Lambert! theyre the last priest to this religion, both figuratively and literally

the way priests and priestesses (?) work in here is something that in on itself deserve its own post, but on general terms:

in catholicism the priest is a person who got religious preparation to serve god and spread His word. they are meant to be chaste, kind, and just. they are also meant to be "served", to some extent.

in here, priests are more like the leaders of the lamb population, replacing Narinders role back in the day. they were all following a rule that only female direct descendants from ellen could get that title which OF COURSE MEANS IT WAS A TRANS DOMINATED FIELD LETS FUCKING GO (projecting much? LMAOOO)

so, yeah! they guide and serve! so imagine Lamberts pain after the bishops kill not only their family, but their Whole Fucking Species in front of their eyes!!! lads flabbergasted!!!!

and thats it! thats how they got a distorted version of Narinder for worship. No, he had no idea that both the lambs were still alive and that they had been worshipping him in a completely different way than intended. and yes! the religion did disappear once lambert got sacrificed! but to explain what actually happened there i need to make another pointlessly big paragraph and honestly i think i already abused my yapping rights for today!

i promise, all these concepts WILL be treated at their own pace, but it may take time for me to develop them nicely!

if you, however, fancy keep asking questions for me to go apeshit at them, PLEASE PLASE PLEASE DO SO!!!!!!

MAN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK YOU MADE MY WHOLE WEEK!!!! you asked about the EXACT point ive been DYING to expand more on THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

[fujobritta]

okok because @constable-rohza asked . some stuff about my mq au (that goes with this fic !)

little note about making the au: because i know nothing about the california school system or just how school works in the united states in general i spent a while just very vaguely asking people i know in the us about how shit works there (i will never understand why elementary is 5 years and then middle is 3 and then high is 4 ??? here we have elementary for 6 and then junior high for 3 and then senior high for 3 . it makes so much more sense to me . anyways) like . why the fuck do freshman/sophomore/junior/senior exist . its just so insane . but i could talk about how much i hate america for days on end this is supposed about my au .

i write like most of the fic that goes with this au in class on folded sheets of a4 paper so heres some additional paraphrased notes that i found on those as well as some little fun facts ive been turning around in my head:

there this weird little timeline thing i spent like 30 minutes losing my mind over (i was incredibly tired and had nothing in my system but an adhd pill and a glass of milk and nothing was making sense to me) anyhow in that flashback at the start of the fic, as mentioned in the a/n at the end of the chapter, brad is 27 and david is 30 and they're sort-of-friends (brad doesn't want to call them friends but they are). jo at this time is 6 years old and david's ex-girlfriend kinda just stuck the kid with her . i had a bunch of backstory behind that but then i realized that i was probably never going to get into that so i just scrapped it . but it was the whole "you knocked me up before we broke up now i'm forcing you to take care of this kid because i don't give a shit anymore" thing and david is a pushover so he just took it . about 9 years later and like a month into the new school year, brad gets arrested . jo is 15 at this time, has to start school . he gets out on parole around two months before the school year ends .

jo's homeschooling wasn't really homeschooling, brad would just give her schoolwork with instructions and some teenager would sit there and babysit every day until brad got home early (made an arrangement to never have any classes to teach during the last period/block of the day) to cover anything she didn't understand . once she got old enough for brad and david to trust her at home alone (like 11-12ish) they stopped hiring a babysitter . she was about a year or two ahead in her studies when she starts at the high school brad and david work at so she breezes through most of her assignments and tests

before brad was a teacher he had some job in finance . what specifically ? nobody knows ! he never talks about his old job and just vaguely alludes to it because it creeps people out . all anyone knows about it is that he made a buttload of money from it . he decided to be a teacher for fun because he has a soft spot for kids and knows a ton of stuff

i wanted to stick fairly close with canon so no spoilers but the way brad got arrested was by covering for something jo did

when david was a kid he actually didn't have much interest in being a teacher, he wanted to be a firefighter and teaching was his plan b (one of his parents was a teacher) . he talks a weird amount about firefighters in the show and i wanted to incorporate it somehow :P also he forces his class to read brene brown

ok that's all for now because i still have to finish writing the fic and i may add some of the little details in my head into later chapters and i don't want to spoil too much !!!

[himbobathwater]

so i have another life update, i know im supposed to be writing but a lot is happening right now

so first off, the semester is coming to a close, and i have a lot of finals n stuff to work on. i'm back home now after over a month away due to the hurricane, and my city's boil water advisory was lifted yesterday, so things are slowly going back to normal over here. but god damn am i busy rn lmao

second of all, my partner and i chose to end our relationship yesterday. after over two years together we decided that it was the best choice for both of us. i'd like to keep the reasons we split private, but rest assured we're still good friends, and i wish her the best of luck in all her future endeavors. she actually starts a new job in december, and im super happy and excited for her. i can't wait to see her flourish and thrive now that she'll be working somewhere she truly loves. i couldn't be more proud of her. as much as i know this was the best decision for both of us, breaking up hurts no matter what the circumstances are. it's definitely bittersweet for me but i don't regret my decision. i just don't know how we're gonna tell our friends about it.

the third and final thing is i've had awful writers block. as a creative writing student this is alarming, as finals are coming up, but luckily i have enough material already written that i can submit for my assignments. but my luck kinda runs out there-- i love the fic im writing right now, and i fully intend on finishing it, but i think that until i get my shit together i might have to take a break from writing it. i know im basically already taking a break but until i finish out this semester, im not even gonna think about it unless i end up with some free time. balancing writing for school and writing for ao3 is extremely difficult for me.

that's all for now. i got a record player yesterday so ive finally been giving my vinyl collection a listen. right now im listening to ok computer by radiohead (imo the best radiohead album) which is actually really good music to write to. it's genuinely helped my productivity lmao so i'm gonna get back to it. later :3

[alt-wannabe]

ask on anon because i'm shy and haven't interacted w anyone in the community before this ask :") but i saw your mcsr d&d posts and got SO EXCITED!! all of your subclass assignments are so good and you are a multiclass wizard madam.

my only suggestion so far is that it would be really funny if you upped everyone's base movement speed to 35ft or something like that. because y'know, speedrunners go fast.

also i think you mentioned about being undecided on poundy's class- is there some potential multiclass fuckery in an arcane trickster x bard build? i think the 5e rules on spell slots makes the build a bit weird, but the vibes are there imo.

anyway yippee the character sheets are so cool. much much love :3

HI NONNIE!

no need to be shy we dont bite! (especially not me ive been here less than a year lmaooo)

im so so happy ya like the dnd stuff! its like largely what got me involved in the mcsr tumblr community which i can confidently say is one of the best online spaces imo :)

what's interesting about how i multiclass everyone is that i tend not to multiclass in games myself. if i do its always the basic combos (the two i can remember doing are druid w/ a slight dip into cleric and then sorlock in bg3). i try to make sure nothing like HARD conflicts between the multiclasses for the most part and i think ive done a pretty ok job lol

i def agree with the movement speed. tbh i havent really paid much mind to that which is so silly because they are SPEEDRUNNERS. i am trying to keep myself relatively contained to a realistic/playable build for everyone so it just depends on whether or not i can get a feat or trait or something like that that upgrades movement speed while not tanking other important features of the build

i am in fact, still stuck on the poundy build (but tbh ive been so slammed and busy for the past literally 3 months i havent even really looked at the character sheet in a looonnnggg time). helian made some super cool art of some runners as dnd characters and poundy was one of them, as a paladin iirc which is an idea im not opposed to thats for sure! ig i just didnt wanna seem like i was stealing the idea or step on any toes or anything :). i like the idea of arcane trickster subclass but idk how i feel about rogue for poundy because- and i absolutely mean this in the best way possible- subtlety isnt his strong suit lmaooo. i do think i want to go for bard though, especially after that thrilling espresso parody he sang in the mcsr awards

this def inspired me to get back to making character sheets though like now my brain is buzzing with ideas. i will say ive been making mini models in my spare time bc i love heroforge and also sometimes i see someones super cool mcsr artwork and i need it recreated in a little mini figure (although i dont post those bc obvi theyre not my designs yknow? just somethin i make for fun) ((also tins and oliver coppersunflower pirate art yes this is about you))

im sorry for going on such a ramble! tysm for the ask and also the inspo for more dnd works! im super glad ya like it and hopefully ill have some more mcsrd&d stuff out soon <3

[territorialufo]

i give in can you tell me about that little iphone binch

YESS YES I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE LITTLE IPHONE BINCH !!!!!!!!! this is literally just rambling im so sorry. There's a lot of text blocks in the beginning but the end has more pics and silly stuff 

Also ii spoilers but its hard to talk abt mephone without getting into the recent stuff so whatever 

Under cut cause this got. Really long. whoops

Context/background of II/mephone 

“Inanimate Insanity” (ii) is a web animation originally released in 2011, considered the second “major” object show after BFDI. btw an object show is a genre of web series that features anthropomorphized inanimate objects competing for some kind of prize. I am NOT the right person to ask about object shows cause the only one ive ever been invested in to this extent is ii and theres SOO many other ones out there LMAO. Ok sorry i sounded like a bot for a second there JUST PROVIDING CONTEXT!! Inanimate Insanity’s structure is kind of interesting because it starts out as a silly comedy in s1 and most of s2 before descending into a really drama heavy storyline, with tension caused both by mephone’s past haunting him and conflict between the contestants themselves. Then suddenly s2 goes on a four year hiatus and animationepic (main youtube channel) launches s3 with new characters and artstyle, seemingly completely ditching the plot they had in s2??? IM NOT GONNA GET TOO INTO ALL THAT but it all works out timeline wise so its chill the tone switch was just rly funny at the time 😭😭😭 

ANYWAYYYY mephone. Mephone4. Mister phone. Four. The one and only four. MeFon! MePhone4 (parodying the IPhone4) is the de facto host of the in-universe reality show “Inanimate Insanity”!! As the host, he has speaking lines in nearly every episode which is super awesome and epic for mephone4 enjoyers (me). His initial vibe was inspired by Chris McClean from TDI, and was even voiced by Christian Potenza in the first episode before being switched to Mark Katz, who is the father of the creator of II, Adam Katz, which is also pretty cool i think. Since Mark Katz is a grown ass dude, mephone just has. The same voice for like the entire series SHDHF everyone else’s voices are changing and stuff as the creators got older but mephone just sounds like a middle aged man for all of it 😭I love it tho this isn’t a criticism!!! As the years go by it gets more and more expressive :) s1 is. rough. considering it was made by a bunch of kids, its very much a product of its time lol

Lore/character 

Ok lore time cause the thing w mephone is most of his backstory was kind of just hinted at (or implied with the existence of Apple irl). Like in s1 there was the introduction of mephone4s and 5, but otherwise, not much (as far as I can remember. I watched s1 when i was a kid so its been a while lmao). Then there was s2e8 where the contestants go to headquarters and we meet steve cobs (yes, like steve jobs), who’s his creator and dad?? Again some hints are dropped but nothing concrete about their relationship. And then BOOM. SEASON 2 EPISODE 13. “Mine Your Own Business” was my fave II ep for sooo long (idk what my fave is now tbh) cause THE MEPHONE LORE DROP??????? IT WAS CRAZY and also the ending of the episode with fan’s monologue and the soundtrack “shell of a fan” is my fave in the show ANYWAY ANYWAY so begins the remembering of the Horrors. 

He was “born” in Meeple Headquarters, and PLEASE KNOW THAT HE WAS BORN AN ADULT OH MY GOD there are some clowns who think hes literally 14 years old bc thats how old the iphone4 is USE YOUR BRAIN USE YOUR BRAIN AAAAA right so he basically knows nothing about the world, confined to headquarters until his eventual escape. Cobs and mephone have a pretty interesting dynamic, where cobs has most of the power. The way Cobs praises mephone but later shoots him down is so AUHGHGHGH. It’s an oppressive environment he's living in, only expected to do assigned tasks and shamed for any genuine interests, while having the pressure to impress his creator on his shoulders at the threat of being discarded. Mephone grows to hate and fear cobs, but at the same time, cobs is the only person whos known him since the beginning.

The way literally every problem mephone has can be traced back to his origin/how he was raised is so crazy. Like even before the s2e16 twist, it was extremely prevalent??? There are a bunch of analysis posts that explain it way better than I could but MANNNN for a show that the crew started when they were literally 13, they were able to tie things together pretty well, i think! 

It’s been pretty obvious since s2e13 that hosting Inanimate Insanity is just one big escapist fantasy for mephone, one where he is free to do as he pleases while ignoring all the trauma he sustained in “childhood”. Cause it’s implied he escaped Meeple, deleted his bad memories, and then started s1 right after. I mean, it makes sense, since outside of the cold, mechanical nature of Meeple, the only warmth he got was from his enjoyment of reality tv shows. If s1 is an amnesia mephone, and s2 is a spiraling mephone, then I’d describe s3 as “escapism but worse” mephone. It doesn’t ever get as gloomy as s2, but s3 has steady background reminders of “hey guys remember mephone is running away from all his problems right now!!” until it all comes to head in the finale. Some ppl dislike how mephone-centric the show’s gotten, but honestly idgaf more for me

I do want to say that he is very flawed, though. Esp near the beginning, he is really fucking rude and does not respect his contestants at all and frequently belittles them and puts them in mortal danger. he tends to view them and everything that happens to them through the lens of “its just part of the show!!!!”. He tends to brush off everyone’s problems, no matter how serious, even when he’s the one that caused them.

His reality show host personality is all a very big facade to cover up how he feels about the past (thus further submerging him in the fantasy of Inanimate Insanity). Like previous users have mentioned, this is likely due to the fact that he had no one to learn HOW to be empathetic/kind from besides reality television (which is known to be exaggerated for drama) and cobs (who is his abuser) But I famously do enjoy characters who are kind of dickheads, the confidence being a mask is like a tasty bonus to me.

The dichotomy between his arrogant host exterior and paranoid/anxious interior is really interesting and fun to watch. Compared to his relatively sweet/naive beginning personality, it’s wild to see just how much he’s changed since then because of everything that’s happened.  His relationships with the rest of the characters is also interesting, cause despite being their host, he isn’t very close with a lot of them. Other than maybe Bot, who I believe he feels kinship with since they're both robots who freed themselves from the expectations of others. Same with Mepad, since they’re both from Meeple. 

He’s a robot, but in an emotional/psychological sense, is basically a normal person/object (person is synonymous with object in this case). He feels like a person despite being an AI. which makes cobs a lot worse imo, he mistreats all his creations, but at least the other newer mephones are barely “feeling” at all, unlike 4.

Basically, 

Cobs: i have engineered a machine that is functionally a person

Everyone: you fucked up a perfectly good phone is what you did. Look at him. He’s got ptsd. 

Not to get too into ii16/17, but they basically recontextualized the entire series and made what we initially thought about mephone’s escapist tendencies and origins a million times worse. Bro was so tormented he subconsciously made his OCs come to life 😭😭😭all while projecting all his issues onto them??? Psychologically sound individual activities. Additionally, the way he was created is also. Terrible. Cobs basically invaded an alien planet, kidnapped an alien kid, and then presumably used its energy to create mephone4. Outer space colonization? In MY object show? yes!

Ok now im just gonna talk about random stuff i like about him  

His powers are so cool.,.,,. Esp as a foil to cobs/mephonex, who could represent destruction, he represents creation with his generation ability. Also something abt using his powers for non violent reasons when his creation was built upon violence uhh idk. And I think the screen turning green and the sound effect is very satisfying dlsjkfg. Oh and the fact that he canonically had to practice to get better at it? In the flashbacks he’s shown having trouble generating even a simple tree, and now he can make pretty much anything with minimal effort. 

Also MeLife, which allows him to bring contestants back from the dead, is an ability unique to him, which is super cool!!

He can create portals as well and this is never explained. He can just suddenly do it KDLJFGH this kind of renders Mepad’s teleportation ability useless but it's still fun. 

I like when he uses his face as an actual screen :)

Something something robot related stuff

He is not waterproof and will malfunction or even die when wet

His speaking function can be disabled by other people

Glitches while talking sometimes!! Delightful 

Something that gets overlooked often I think is the s1 finale, where mephone4S (mephone4's brother) basically killed himself to save mephone4 by downgrading his own OS. Technically, mephone isn’t even in his original body anymore, he’s inhabiting his brother’s. Fun!

this is unrelated but he got shot in the face with a gun once. there havent been any guns since unfortunately

Get yoinked idiot 

In conclusion, 

I heart him and im sad ii is gonna be ending soon thx for reading

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

[givemerent]

ok since you're the first dandy's world fan ive found on tumblr (suprisingly through your tos reblogs) im gonna ramble to you about my ocs/headcanons/lore

Basically, I think that every toon has their own personal handler. They just dont get any attention because they handle "secondary characters". Each of them were selected for having personality traits that needed to be displayed in the characters they were assigned. Before their promotion, they had different jobs around the location and had their skills and personalities evaluated to make sure they were the right ones for the job-- even if those traits were caused by mental health problems/disabilities (ex. Curtis Thompson, who became R&D's handler due to having "two different personalities" caused by having (undiagnosed) bpd/did). Micheal Atlas, the manager of the handlers even brought in his 8 y/o daughter Lucy into this stuff just for work purposes (she was the handler for Toodles).

And yea they all lowkey had sh*tty working conditions in general which sucked. Once, two handlers (Curtis Thompson & Lucian Green) got locked inside the museum after hours. And nobody noticed. And yeah that incident was enough for the two of them to team up with their deaf coworker Honey Maplewood to file a lawsuit against Gardenview but at that point it didnt matter anymore bc then it got shut down, causing all of them to get laid off.

Almost all the handlers were interrogated afterwards about the shutdown and why it happened. And yeah after that all the handlers just tried moved on with their life + Lucy got picked up by child services bc yk... technichally she's a victim of child labor. Present day they all work normal jobs, some of them staying in the same field of "childrens education" while others have moved on to different careers.

Damn now I wanna write a fic where a group of the former handlers go back to the abandoned Gardenview and try to figure out the actual cause of it being shut down while also reliving past memories. Anyways thank you for reading all of this 👍

HOLY SHIT OMG??? I LOVE THIS THEORRYRYR SMSMSMSMM AND IM SOSOS HONORED AND TYSMSMS FOR SHARING THIS, TJIS THEORY IS ACTUALLY SOAWESOME!!!! :D

[kani-karumba]

Can you do shalnark, Feitan, Phinks, chrollo, and illumi with a s/o who hates their birthday because something traumatic happened on their birthday? Thank you!

A/N: I'm so sorry for seeing this so late. I was out on vacation in my hometown and they don't have good internet so I didn't get a chance to check my inbox. Also for some reason my old fanfics have been deleted. I don’t know how that happened, but it's really annoying. So im very sorry if anybody really liked those works and now it's gone from there liked posts. But I'm officially back now. So hopefully you guys like this!!

Warnings: None, very SFW, mostly just fluff.

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Shalnark

You and shalnark were heading back to base from a pretty easy mission you guys had. While you were zoned about why you guys needed 2 people for the mission, if it was an easy mission. Shalnark was whistling and walking beside you with a nonchalant expression. You decided to finally speak up what you’ve been thinking.

“Why do you think we were both assigned to the same mission if it was so easy?”

You spoke in a confused tone, and shalnark looked at you with a raised brow.

“You really don’t know?”

He said in a pretty surprised tone himself because you didn’t even know it was your birthday today. 

You shook your head but looked at him curiously, since you wanted to know why.

Shalnark stopped whistling and stopped walking and turned to you, which also made you stop your movement with a confused facial expression.

“I asked chrollo to send us both on a mission together”

You looked at him with a pretty surprised facial expression, but then a little sense of worry washed over you.

“Oh no, is it like our monthly anniversary and i didn’t know, because if we were supposed to get a gift. i'm sorry to tell you, but i'm empty handed right now”  

You spoke in a gullible tone, not even acknowledging the other options. And Shalnark gave you an unimpressed look.

“You can’t actually be serious right?”

He said with a sigh

“I did it for your birthday”

The last word made you shit bricks, your face was stone cold as you began to zone out. Your parents never caring enough for you on your birthdays made it feel like it was an uneventful day to you, the only person who ever said it mattered was your brother but he had died the same day when he was fighting against an opponent once.so now you swore to yourself that you’d never celebrate something that felt like a curse.

Shalnark waved his hand in front of your face.

“Earth to ____, you there”

The sudden action made you blink and suddenly realize you had zoned out and your eyes were watering.

“Are you ok? You look like your about to bawl your eyes out”

Shalnark asked in slight worry because you had never reacted like this, not even in death threatening situations, and you looked up at him while scoffing.

“I was just staring for to long and my eyes began to water”

You murmured while wiping your eyes and pouting.

“Anyways you didn’t have to do all that”

You spoke in a frustrated tone.

“I wanted to”

He replied and began walking again while whistling 

“Is that why you got me those sweets today?”

You spoke with a teasing yet curious tone

“No, i only got it cause i wanted”

He said while turning his head the other way to hide the very small shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

as you looked at him, the more you smiled and thought that maybe your birthday wasn’t such a curse after all.

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A/N: i might try making these in seperate parts becuase ive been trying to get back into writing after being away for so long. so i might make seperate parts and tag you in them if i can!

[auspex]

fuck it discord rant with no context (feel free to ask for context) about my last session

AAAAAAAAa

ok little context: mark and cassidy driving home from mission where the anarch party they were investigating got raided by camarilla so they have to take the long way home. also, mark juts got a text from sampson that they need to talk. otherwise good luck making sense of this if u havent heard mark rants before.

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Mark learned: -Cassidy turned in 1853 california -loves older western movies, NOT spaghetti westerns except once upon a time in th west -loves detective novels; steven king -has larger goals that he doesnt want to say due to mark's sire having a short leash on him lol -guessed mark was about 5 years dead, mark told him it was less than a year. cassidy was pretty surprised lol -cassidy asked marks goals and what he wanted. mark talked abt goals of stability, and knowing whats going on in the city. talked around it but basically said he also wanted someone he felt he could actually talk to T_T This is what inspired lighter covnersation abtmovies and books -cassidy invited him to WATCH A MOVIE W HIM AT THE CINEMA LOVE WINS (NOT A DATE FOR SURE UNLESS?) -

Now its time to talk to sampson on the next night

due to something julius did mark has to shelter some anarchs in the sewers on his territory. he made it clear the SEWERS only. theyve been moving in.

anyway marks goes to the bar. theres some sketchy ppl outside .oh god. anarchs not listening to directions? THATS CRAZY. Anyway the bar is closed early. it has blinds. many locks. sampson lets mark in and is like. dude. wtf are these people around. ive been seeing htem around and we figured out they were vampires and you said htis place would be safe?? i cant keep doing this???

he's like i know its not all always your fault or things happen in spite of you but what am i supposed to do? i cant live like this again? what am i supposed to do?? And marks just like look anarchs have been moving in city wide ill deal with this and . sampson presses and hes like deal with them how. and marks like IDK kick them out? kill th- and sampsons like YES KILL THEM you killed that one random person cant you kill kindred on your territory?

like OOF that 1 ONE murder lives in his head dsakjfsfdkjds

he's crying, also, ends up saying 'after all this i dont want to talk to you again, i know you bring me stuff to keep me alive' and then be breaks down MORE like REALLY sobbing

so mark gives him a little time to compose himself. then gets all cold and is basically like. so be it. ill still have to see you monthly, but we can try to limit it. but then sampsons like. "I dont know. I just. dont know what to do. i cant sleep with these guys out there all the time" and mark is like "do you want me to deal with them right now?" and smaspons like "yes" so. mark leaves to deal with them!

he grabs piece of shit tony who is supposed to be helping manage this territory. tony says the guys claimed he invited him there, so mark has to explain how they are allowed in the sewers but no where else. and that he wants the three in front of the plaza dealt with Tonight. they work out a deal. tony drives around collecting ghouls and plays this song.

the ghouls are wearing ski masks and have various weapons. he assigns them an order. and turns up the music and they start FUCKING those guys up. first guy modified his glock to be semi automatic? one gets downed immedaitely. 3 other ghouls approach with melee weapons. one gets killed sadly but all the kindred who were loitering by the bar get torpored in short order. Tony is pissed and yells at a corpse about whose gonna pay to replace his ghoul? Ooffff. but yeah mission done. tony says to mark to get out of his car.

He does so. returns to bar. SESSIONEND

SESSION END!

THEY WERE ABOUT TO GET TO TALK! im sure they are shook by the Incredible Violence outside but whatever

DSLKFJDSLFSD