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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The useless laptop updates: A jujutsu kaisen parody||

Hi dears, Peahen mom here and me and a friend got this idea for a funny drabble involving a silly video on youtube she showed me. I can't stop laughing from watching it. But if you wanna know what, keep reading to find out. Now to let you know, this is part one so hope you like.

||Drabble summary||

Lets say thanks to some help, everything was calm and it seems Yuji and friends were getting used to showing the king of curses things. Even when it's showing Sukuna new things. So what would happen when Taz comes to ask for some help involving a angry king? Read to find out?

||Warning||

~A angry king of curses is present in this drabble

~Maybe some scary parts too

~Some funny hilarious things as well

((Guests in the drabble))

The DBT, Fosh, Taz Hellion, Kinie Ger, and Kisho belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

The curse vixens, Mouse belong to me. Sukuna Ryomen, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro come from the anime jujutsu kaisen but their also muses I rp with.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It was another calm day for everyone here. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. It seems like it was going to be a nice day for once. That was till hearing a explosion and an angry yell from a certain king.

Nobara heard the angry shout but pokes her head out in the hallway. "What the hell was that!?" she saw Taz peek her head out as well wondering what that was.

"I would like to know where that explosion came from!" Kinie said sitting on Taz's head while being curious too. Both girls look to one another but as they step out to look outside the main window, another explosion went off causing Nobara and Taz to yelp and fall feeling the building shaking.

"Eek!"

"WHAT IS THAT!?" Nobara said sweating in a slight panic only to see the smoke coming from the other side. It seems to be coming from where the guys were.

"SUKUNA, STOP TRYING TO BLOW UP THE SCHOOL! IF YOU JUST LISTEN-" Kisho was shouting but he was there.

"YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU! I AM GOING TO DESTROY THIS PIECE OF SHIT OF A LAPTOP! I HATE WHEN IT DOES THIS!" That sounded like Sukuna was angry about something. The two girls blink when hearing Megumi who was trying to calm a Sukuna down.

"BUT YOUR GOING TO KILL EVERYONE IF YOU DON'T CALM DOWN!!"

"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!! NOT TILL YOU FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT STOP! I FUCKING HATE WHEN THIS PIECE OF SHIT DOES THIS SO FIX IT!!" the king roars sending another explosion that shook the school hearing the guys screaming again.

"O.O;"

"O.O;"

"Well...seems my poor king is very furious about something...." Kinie mutters but the two girls wonder the same. Just what is going on?

~~~~Later that Afternoon in New York~~~~

Fosh was drinking some hot cocoa with Mouse who the two hackers working on a new web site for hackers only. With this, they were able to get into it with no other trying to spy on them.

"You know, I think this works. Maybe if we add some more ram it could work a bit faster?" Mouse mutters tapping on her halo tablet with Fosh checking the main frame.

"That could work pretty well. Maybe if we do we can try getting something of a good theme for it." he said with Mouse nodding to agree. As the hackers worked, the others were hanging out again with no problem what so ever.

That changed when he noticed a video call coming to him. "Hmm?"

"What's wrong Fosh?" Mouse looks seeing a video call.

"I got a incoming video call..ah, it's Taz!" he said happy but taps accept to answer the call. He saw Taz there while she was waving to him.

"Umm Hi Fosh. Oh and Hi mouse!" she said as Mouse smiled waving to her.

"Hi Taz! It's so good to see you!" she said.

"Yeah, same to you too!" she said but their was Nobara beside her as well. She looked happy to see her friends in New York but the hackers blinks noticing something.

"Ummm is something wrong?" Mouse asked.

"Ummmm well, we were hoping Fosh can help us with something..if it's not too much trouble?" Taz mutters poking her fingers together. Fosh blinks to look at her.

"Of course I can help Taz. Why what's the problem?"

Before Taz could explain-

"SUKUNA, STOP BURNING THE DAMN ROOM! PLEASE WILL YOU JUST-KISHO GET THE WATER!!"

"AAAHHHHH!! I'M TRYING BUT HE WON'T LET ME GO!"

"ANGRY SQUAKING IN THE BACKGROUND*

"I'LL KILL THIS DAMN THING IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO! I HATE IT! I HATE IT ALL!! I WILL DESTORY-WILL YOU STOP PECKING ME YOU FUCKING DAMN TURKEY!?!"

"THEN LET KISHO GO!!"

"NEVER!!!"

Fosh's eyes widen hearing the familiar angry voice and Mouse blinks sweatdropping to hear it. Taz sweatdrops to laugh nervously.

"Ummm, Taz?"

"Yeah..that's the problem. Ummmm, we were hoping you can help us out with this. So can you?" Nobara said but Fosh was nervous to know very well who's voice that was.

"...........I..."

"Please Fosh! We will make it up to you if you can help us! Please!!" Nobara said having her hands together and head down bowing on the laptop screen. He blinks to see this sweatdropping but Mouse blinks to look at him.

"....."

Now it came to Fosh's answer; will he help or not? His answer......

~~~~Minutes later~~~~~

"I can't believe I'm doing this. T_T" Fosh shudders but Mouse was rubbing his back seeing him nervous.

"There there. I'm sure you can help but I'm here to help too." she said but Fosh looks to her but nods taking a slow breath and exhales.

"O..Okay....right. Ummm, so they said they were going to take us to Sukuna or call us back after Sukuna broke the connection so we hope to hear from them.." he said as he waits with the DBT and Cursed Vixens wondering what the heck was going on.

~~~In the living room~~~

"Do you think we should ask?" Shdwkyz said with the others looking at him then at him.

"Honestly, I'm not sure if we should know." Breezy mutters sitting by Rust as he was thinking.

"Who knows? Maybe it's nothing.." Rust said with Navarro eating some food and Echo sitting by him.

"We don't know but..from the shouting it had to be something but I'm sure it will be fine." she said.

~~~~With Fosh and Mouse~~~~

The hackers were waiting before the call came once more. Fosh was nervous knowing he and Mouse would be speaking to Sukuna. Sukuna of all people or maybe Yuji got control again? Even so, he stilled his nerves to answer it.

He saw the screen again showing Megumi, Kisho, Nobara, and Taz with Kinie on her head once more. Megumi and Kisho had smoke coming off from them putting out the fire Sukuna let loose.

"Uhhhh hi-"

"Oh thank god you answered! Fosh! Maybe you can help with whatever Sukuna is angry about! Please!!" Kisho was looking to the screen but Nobara sighed to move him.

"To say in short. We didn't know what was going on till Megumi explained it but...maybe you can talk to Sukuna about it." Nobara looks to Yuji who indeed was back but he was seeing a laptop that was showing something on the screen to say:

"Restarting in 12 minutes and 45 seconds"

Your PC needs to restart to finish installing important updates. If you already saved everything, you can restart now. Otherwise, you should take a moment to save your work.

((Restart)) ((Close))

"Uhhhhh....."

"Okay, it's just saying that the laptop is needing to restart..what's the problem?" Fosh asked.

"That's the thing, Sukuna well.." Taz was trying to explain but Sukuna shows a month on Yuji's cheek to say:

"The damn thing is annoying! Why do I have to have this damn thing showing on my laptop when I only want to watch videos!!!"

Fosh and Mouse jump from the angry voice to show it was indeed Sukuna.

"Ummm Sukuna? I think that is just telling you to restart the laptop. It's not that hard. If you just let it do that-"

"BULLSHIT!! This shit comes up on that damn computer every. single. DAY! Automatically! You have to restart your computer to install important updates every single day!!"

"O..Okay? But what's the-"

"But every single day, I just hit later! You wanna know why I hate later!?"

"Well-"

"Because their is no option to pick Never! I like to click never! I NEVER WANT TO INSTALL THIS USLESS STUPID UPDATES!? WHY THE HELL DO THIS SHIT HAVE TO INSTALL THINGS THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE!?" Sukuna was about to take over to blow it up!

"Sukuna don't! Stop and calm down!" Yuji said trying to stop Sukuna using his hand to burn the laptop into molten goo.

"I HATE EM!! I HATE THESE STUPID UPDATES!! WHY THE FUCK DO WE NEED THEM!? I JUST WANT TO WATCH VIDEOS WITHOUT SEEING THIS SHIT POP UP ON MY SCREEN EVERY FUCKING DAY!"

"...Jesus christ.." Mouse mutters in shock hearing the event unfold.

"....." Fosh was speechless.

"M..Mister sukuna please calm down!" Taz said trying to help with Kinie looking at the laptop with a hiss. "SO IT'S THIS THINGS FAULT FOR UPSETTING MY KING! HOW DARE YOU VILE MACHINE!"

"Not helping Kinie!" Nobara said.

"THAT'S IT! I'M BURNING THIS DAMN THING!"

"SUKUNA NOT AGAIN! STOP TRYING TO BURN EVERYTHING!" Megumi and Kisho was trying to stop him but now the boys were in a fight cloud with Yuji yelping.

"WHY AM I GETTING BEAT UP!?! IT'S SUKUNA'S FAULT NOT MINE!"

"FUCK YOU IDIOTS!! I BLAME THE MACHINE!! I BLAME IT!!"

~~~~In the living room again~~~~

The fractions heard the shouting from the room Fosh and Mouse was in with eyes wide.

"The heck is that!?" Breezy said.

"I don't know but geez they sound pissed." Rust said with a sweatdrop.

".....I..I think I know who but..I don't think I wanna know.." Melinda said with a sweatdrop with Jaron having the same feeling. Just what the heck is going on in there? Even Ink and Jinx blinks wondering that too.

"I'm sure it's nothing..you all know how things go from time to time." Vivi said to the group but they look at one another then at the door. Just what the heck is going on.

~~~~~Back with Fosh and Mouse~~~~~~~

".....GUYS ENOUGH!!" The group stops to see Mouse shout for them to stop as she sighed to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"I don't understand why your so upset about it. Just let the computer do the installments. Besides, it will help keep the laptop running smoothly with no problem." Fosh said or tried to explain.

"Clearly you don't get what I'm saying!!!! I HATE the damn updates! I never want to install them!" Sukuna said again.

"Then just look at something else while it's installing. I mean, you said you do this every day by hitting later? So that means it might take longer for it to download what you missed." he said.

".........."

"*Sighs* Just..hold on, maybe I can check. Do you have connection access?" Fosh asked.

"The fuck is that!?" Sukuna said but Fosh felt his eye twitching with Mouse rolling her eyes.

"It's an app on the laptop that will let us take control of it. So Fosh can take control of your computer and see what the problem is." Mouse explains.

"..........."

"Oh yeah, their is that." Kisho said but Sukuna bonks him on the head. "OW!"

"Get on with it then girly! You too hacker!" he said but Fosh tenses and started on that.

"Can one of you find this app and we can start?" Fosh asked seeing Nobara doing it since Sukuna was going to destroy the laptop if he got near it. She looks for the app that Fosh speaks about and clicked on it. Right away, she saw it and Fosh walked her through the steps so he can get access to it.

"Alright, and you just hit this number in 420284 and hit enter. It will show you right after "give this user premission for access" when you do hit yes." Fosh explains with Nobara doing as he said.

"Okay 420284 and hit enter." she said seeing it working then shows another screen that said what Fosh said. "And hit yes?" she said.

"Yes."

Nobara did that as the screen said 'One moment' the group looks to see the screen had a jellyfish icon to show Fosh had control of the laptop.

"Alright I got control. Now, lets see how bad this is." he said working to check the computer. The others watch with Sukuna grumbling annoyed. He didn't want to wait.

"Hurry up!"

"Will you give him a minute!? He's working on it." Mouse said.

"I watch your tone, girly!" Sukuna warns.

"It's mouse to you!" she said.

"Guys..please don't." Yuji said even if he was doing his best to keep Sukuna from cursing others. In a moment, Fosh checked the files on the laptop but he found what he was looking for.

"Ah, here we go. Updates. Now, lets click this and see what-" As he did, his eyes widen seeing a very very VERY long list of updates that needed to be installed. Some were back a few months ago!

"...THE HECK DID YOU DO!? You had this many updates that was not installed! Your crazy!"

"I said I didn't want to fucking update useless updates damn it! So I kept hitting later and ignored it!" Sukuna said.

"B..b..but you have so many updates you need to install. Without them, I'm shocked the laptop still is working!" Fosh said.

"Look, just tell me how long is it going to take for you to install those damn updates!?" Sukuna demands but Fosh checks again but he was nervous to give the answer.

"W..well, judging from the ones you ignored, some that was out of date, udated versions and so on ummm....I say it will take.."

~~~~~~~~~

The others were watching a movie until...

"5 DAYS!!! ARE YOU SHITTING ME YOU LITTLE FUCKING PUNK!? IT'S GOING TO TAKE FIVE FUCKING DAYS FOR ALL THAT WORTHLESS SHIT TO INSTALL!?"

A very loud shout was heard making the DBT jump in fright and the cursed vixens jump looking scared.

"The fuck was that!?" Echo and Navarro said at the same time.

"..I don't know..but it sounds like someone is not happy.." Hellmare said wondering the same.

"Also, watch your language you two." Vivi said seeing the bombers grumbling sorry.

"Yeah, it indeed sounded like someone is pissed." Rust sweatdrops with Breezy agreeing.

Now both fractions were slowly looking at the door where Fosh and Mouse were.

~~~~~~~~~~

Fosh was scared but he can see the anger coming off that Sukuna took over Yuji as the others were nervous.

"Oh damn it!" Megumi said.

"YOU MEAN TO FUCKING TELL ME...IT'S GOING TO TAKE FIVE DAYS FOR THAT DAMN LAPTOP TO UPDATE! I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG!!"

"Y..Y..You have to! Because you didn't udpate it as you were suppose to, it's going to take a while for it to be up to speed. That's why they said you have to keep it up to date or this happens." Fosh said trying to explain.

"GRRRRRRRRAAAAHHHHH!! WHAT FUCKING USELESS PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL NEVER WANT TO WAIT JUST FOR THIS TO UDPATE! THAT'S IT! I'M BLOWING IT UP RIGHT NOW!"

"Sukuna NO!" Fosh and Mouse saw Megumi and Kisho trying to calm Sukuna down but noticed the fire balls going all over that Nobara ducked Taz's head and Kinie hissing at the laptop.

"That's it! I'll destroy you for upsetting my king!"

"..What the heck is going on..." Mouse mutters.

"I..I don't know.." Fosh said too as both hackers sees the chaos right now, Taz heard something explode as the connection was lost from the computer he was controlling.

"Uhhhh, give us a moment Fosh! We need to calm Sukuna down! I'll call you back in a second!" Taz said worried but stood up. "Mister Sukuna please calm down! Your going to-" That's when the screen cuts off to show:

~~Connection Lost~~

"........."

"........"

"Okkkaaayyy..that was...disturbing."

"......."

Though, you okay Fosh?" she asked looking at him but Fosh didn't say a word.

"Uhhhh Fosh?" Mouse asked touching his shoulder that he falls back passing out to crash on the ground. "Fosh!?"

"@-@;" He had swirls in his eyes twitching, with a small soul like version of Fosh showing from him as he was twitching.

".........." Mouse sweatdrops to help him. Yeah, that didn't help. Though, she saw the door open showing Vivi and Shdwkyz come in to see.

"Mouse? What the heck happened!? Why is Fosh knocked out!?" Rust said seeing the others looking inside but Mouse sweatdrops to sigh.

"Lets just say....we...had a little issue but...we'll explain when Fosh wakes up." she said now fanning him to help him wake up. The DBT and cursed vixens blink with sweat drops showing on the side of their heads to wonder what the heck just happened.

However, they will after a while. And when Fosh wakes up.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

No one should be on the No-Fly List. There should not be a No-Fly List.

It's been a minute, and the past four years really raised the bar on presidential evil, but here's a thing you should remeber: George W Bush was a fucking terrible president and everything he did was terrible.

The War on Terror - the latest addition to America's pantheon of Forever Wars - leveraged a national trauma to strip away human rights and incinerate official accountability.

Though this was described as a tool for punishing "terrorists," the toolkit it handed to every law enforcement officer, from G-Men to school cops, was given a real workout.

The war on terror turned everyone with a badge into a puny martinet, able to violate the rights of marginalized and disfavored people without fear of any consequences, reversing decades of hard-won progress on civil and human rights.

The punishment the war on terror has meted out to women, LGBTQ+ people, BIPOC people, political progressives, racialized people, Black people, Muslim people, and anyone who looked crosseyed at a mall cop is limitless and endless.

GWB did some really awful shit, like creating offshore torture sites (not just Gitmo, a web of them, around the world), and starting a bogus war that has raged so long that there are adults fighting it today who weren't born when it began.

In the grand scheme of things, the No-Fly List isn't even in the top ten of garbage things for which we should forever curse GWB but it is still an utter piece of shit, an idiotic policy enforced by idiots to no good purpose at the cost of enormous human suffering.

The Identity Project, and its Papers, Please! website, have been documenting the No-Fly List's incoherent cruelty since its inception. Today, they posted an extensive article explaining how the list (really many lists) works.

https://papersplease.org/wp/2021/01/19/put-them-on-the-no-fly-list/

There's this thing that happens when you study corruption: you start with this complex, difficult system, and someone who understands it begins to explain it, and as they hold up each piece and say what it does and what it's called, you have a revelation:

Ohhhh, it's just bullshit.

I mean, go read up on how mortgage-backed securities work, or pharmacy benefits managers, or special purpose acquisition compaies, or cash bail. Really lean into it, pay attention. You'll get there.

The reason it doesn't make sense to lay people isn't that it's complicated. It doesn't make sense because it's fucking nonsense. The complexity is there to delay this realization.

That's the no-fly list. It's bullshit.

The Qanon-addled white-nationalist cult members who stormed the capitol last week shouldn't be on the no-fly list because there shouldn't be a no-fly list.

And if that's not good enough for you, try this one on: they shouldn't be on the no-fly list because if we lower the already rock-bottom standards for inclusion on that list, they're coming for the people you love next.

G-men and campus cops and TSA gropeaholics and thrice bailed out aviation monopolists and small town cops flush with civil forfeiture cash won't hesitate for an instant before putting the Wall of Moms and your whole middle school gay-straight alliance on the list.

Forever.

If there's one thing we should all have learned from the four year nightmare we've just barely survived, it's that being stampeded into taking away rights from people you don't like is an utter monkey's paw, and when the fingers curl, they're coming for you.

We need to do something about the violent, deranged cult that spent the summer showing up in battle-rattle to terrorize state lawmakers, culminating in the Jan 6 riot. We need a COUP Act to investigate the links between cops and Nazis.

https://twitter.com/actdottv/status/1351291227530924032

But what we positively do not need is to expand the power of the institutions that we have good reason to suspect are shot through with unhinged white nationalists so they have even more control over who can exercise the basic human right of going from one place to another.

Always remember: the No-Fly List is composed of people we're sure are too dangerous to be allowed on a plane - but who, inexplicably, we don't have enough evidence against to convict of any crime. In other words, it's an evidence-free witch-ducking stool in the cloud(s).

[askthiscpblog]

Showdown: The King vs The Jack

After months of planning and hiding, everything is ready.

As viewers of the red room came flooding in eager to watch what's believed to be the grand finale of the infamous Slaughter Show. The Cutthroat sits on an old crate withered from rot and mildew that didn't appear to be able to hold his weight.

His temporary partner waited for his command to open the seal to the room that contains his attacker from a decade ago. The monster's been healing wounds from a wolfman and a stab wound he self-inflected to save his attacker from being a happy meal to his partner.

In about 5 minutes the door will open and the Cutthroat will finally have his revenge. Even though he wanted this fight to start yesterday, he's also an entertainer. His audience has been eager for this day almost as much as he has. There are no heroes in this grand finale. Only two monsters in a cage digging their metallic fangs into each other. He's not even sure if he can win after seeing him duke it out with a wolfman. It makes no difference; only one will survive and there will be one less killer in the world.

Thirty seconds left before the grand show. The Cutthroat kept fiddling with the knife in his hand, feeling the weight of it, eyes glancing up to the door every few seconds. The one thing he has trained for the past ten years is finally about to happen. Whispering to himself, “Five…..four…..three….two-” the door flies open with a loud crack like thunder as it hits the wall. Inside the room is only darkness.  

The smiling pasty man stood at the once sealed door, ears ringing from the sound of his blood pumping through his veins. On one hand, a knife and in the other a piece of paper was a notice that the final show's today. The vein on his head pulsed, his body ready to go after his mysterious capture. Although he was at a large disadvantage when he noticed there was only one way out. That means an ambush could happen once he left, and there was nowhere to hide in the room but a mattress and a latrine bucket. There were no other shadows with the lightbulb in the middle still on.

“Hmmm...oh! Now that's an idea.” The man turned to the light, closing the door behind him. Looking at it with his ever unblinking stare, he takes an empty bucket that was in the corner and swings it at the bulb as hard as he can. A semi-loud pop rings in the room as glass shatters to the floor. The light vanished in an instant to a void of black. He then hid. Ready to pounce. His fang was ever ready to taste the crimson water of his prey. Then the door swung open slamming into the wall like an angry beast and outside was a faint light. 

The Cutthroat raises an eyebrow at the blackened room knowing full well that a light should be on, but then again he did supply his opponent a weapon. His vanquishing of the light is not that hard to believe. He hops off the box, landing on the ground without a speck of dust out of place. The rotten cube he was sitting on, yet, finally gives in and crumbles, releasing the rusted scaffolding onto the ground. He looks back and sighs. “Smooth.” He grumbled to himself. Approaching the doorway with a survival knife at hand, ready to draw first blood. 

As he enters the threshold, he swings the blade to his right to strike his opponent at once. It worked! If his opponent was there. That’s when something large and heavy hits the Cutthroat and pushes him back out the door onto his ass. 

“Shit!” He screams, seeing a mattress is coming down on him fast. 

“You looked like you’re overworked. I think you need to head to bed!” A voice called from the other end.

The Cutthroat rolled back avoiding the mattress and hopped back to his feet, but was knocked right back down. He lost the grip of his blade as a white blur charged right into his abdomen knocking the breath out of him. Then there was a sharp sting at his side, white-hot pain, and the smell of iron. Out of reflex he grabs his attacker's jacket, follows his momentum, falls onto his back, and throws him backward over his head using his legs to kick him further. His opponent was stunned for a moment and that gave him enough time to melt into the shadows to regain his breath. 

Everything was quiet. The killer gets back to his feet and looks around taking in the surrounding area. It looks like an abandoned warehouse, the walls of the building covered in what he believes a black foam. He's seen this in one of his housemates' rooms; it was meant to absorb sound. The killer’s smile grew wider, liking that his so-called host was nice enough to make sure that there will be nothing to worry about. No one coming snooping around from the racket they are making made everything more fun. He holds up his blade seeing it covered in blood. His host's blood.

“You know?! With all the big talk you were doing months ago I thought this would have been fun, but I guess I’m just too good! No wonder why you wanted me as a guest star! Your show must be shit!” The killer calls out hoping to get a response, but nothing. He huffed and started the search for his wounded prey.

In the shadows, Cutthroat slumps behind an old crate putting pressure on his new wound. He's surprised at how fast the situation turned but was a bit pleased. He's worried that this would have been a bland fight and he would come out on top. His train of thought cut short by his attacker yelling for him. A smile forms behind the mask now knowing what he's up against. He gets back up and inches his way to a spot that will give him the best flanking position. Picking up one of the many knives that's hidden in the old building, he gets into position readying his new blade in hand, waiting for the right time to strike. This may not be good for his viewers, but he needs this surprise counter attack if he wants to get a leg up on his opponent. 

As he feels the bloodlust of his prey getting near it reminded him of that dreaded day. He started to look back on what made him who he is today but shook that off. The first hint of anxiety started to bubble in the back of his head. After a minute of calming himself down, he almost missed the glint of sharp metal coming for his head. Ducking as it glanced his head, the Cutthroat delivers a counter-attack to his opponent with a cut to the stomach. It landed but was too shallow to do any real harm. The smiling man hops back, feeling the blade graze him, and now has a good view of his abductor. 

Before he was a man wearing all black. Long-sleeved zipped up hoodie with the hood up, black jeans tucked in a dark brown pair of combat boots. His hands have fingerless gloves with his pale fingers revealed. It would be hard to see someone like that in a dark room if it weren't for the pure white mask on his face. That mask had a black smile and joyful eye holes that reveal his dark green eyes that seemed familiar to the pale killer. 

“Not bad Jeff. That’s twice you got me off guard, but I guess that my fault.” The masked man speaks to him in a nonchalant tone. 

The killer that is now known as Jeff replies with a cackle. “Well, that’s what happens when you go against a pro dickweed.” 

The Cutthroat scoffs. “Pro?” He looks at Jeff’s chest not daring to meet his eyes. 

“Most of your kills are stuck in beds. If you’re a pro then I’m an Olympic…..” within mid-sentence his left wrist shifted with a knife sliding out of the sleeve and in rapid motion, he threw it at Jeff’s face. The killer’s eyes widen to the sudden attack and take a quick sidestep. When he looked back to the masked man he was right on top of him. Cutthroat strikes at Jeff’s chest with an underhand side stab as he finishes his sentence in a low raspy voice, “.... Athlete.” 

Jeff was able to adjust his body right before the blade entered his body. It missed his heart by the width of a few strands of his unwashed hair. Jeff wrenched in pain and went to retaliate with a similar blow, but the Cutthroat retreats. Getting into a basic knife fighting stance, he cursed under his breath because he knew he missed. Jeff on the other hand got a look of anger in his unblinking blue eyes, but his everlasting smile grew larger. 

“IT’S ABOUT TIME I GET TO HAVE FUN!” He bellows, the blood pouring from his fresh wound. 

--------------------------------

At the Slenderman’s manor, a boy in a green outfit sat drinking a large soda cup in a dark room with a monitor lighting up his face. He was scanning the deep web looking for any leads of the enemy or what happened to his housemate Jeff. He was more focused on the second part. Mumbling to himself as he runs through all the sites. “Junk, Junk, Junk, Save, Junk, junk……”

A knock came from the other side of his door. Before he had a chance to answer, it opens. Letting light pour inside the blackened room a woman in light blue nightgown stands at the threshold. Her raven black hair shines from the light. Her jet black eyes scan the room as she enters. 

“Anything yet Ben?” The woman asks the boy. 

He responded, “Noooope. Nothing. I personally say call off the search and say he is dead, also Jane wait till I say you can come in. It’s rude.” 

Sighing, the woman continues, “I would love to do the same too, but if he was dead then the boss would have known, also don’t give me that crap. You and the clown love intruding everyone’s rooms.” 

Ben looks at her and smiles then continues what he is doing. “You know. It’s not like Zel to keep prisoners, especially this long. Not to mention putting up with his ass.” He says a little puzzled. Jane nods agreeing with him. 

“Then who would want to kidnap the fuck”? she asked, more to herself.

“You”. Ben replied, knowing her relationship with Jeff it slipped off the tongue.

“Very funny, but let’s be serious. Who would want to take him? Ya I would, but not like anyone else has a bone to pick with…...hmm.” Jane had an unsure look from her statement as if she was questioning what she said. Her face tightens as she spaced out in thought. 

Ben watched her, raising an eyebrow to her spacing out. “Earth to Jane. Are you there? What are you thinking?” The woman blinked a few times and shook her head then looked at the boy in green. Finally replying. 

“....Lookup a red room called the Slaughter Show. Hopefully, he hasn’t changed it.”

Ben raised an eyebrow to the request. “You do know red rooms aren’t real. Right? It’s nearly impossible to do live streaming in the deep….and who is he?” He replied wondering what she was talking about. 

“Just do it!” She snapped at him. A worried look washes over her face. Ben rolls his eyes and does his search. It took about 5 mins, but lo and behold there it was. Sight with the title with blood font called the Slaughter Show. 

“Ok. How do you know this existed?” He asked, trying to get in the chat room with the live video feed. Jane bites her lower lip to the question. Not sure if she should say. It was like this for 30 seconds until she opened her mouth. 

“Well-" she started to speak but was cut off as the screen on the monitor changed showing a chat room with several live video feeds. Ben goes to click on one and becomes a full screen. It shows what seems to be the inside of a warehouse, filled with random large boxes scattered all about, some withered and others rotting of mildew. Two figures standing at each other one in a black hoodie with a white smiling mask that reveals piercing green eyes behind it. And the one in a bloodstained white hoodie with black greasy hair, a pure white scared face with a carved smile and unblinking glare with blue eyes.

“Oh look at that. It's Jeff…..why is Jeff in a red room?” Ben asked, then looked at Jane. She has a look of hate on her face, but with her eyes full of grief she utters out a single word in a hushed tone.

"Jace….” 

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The two co-star killers standoff with one other, each blade coated in the red liquid of life. Not moving until the other does. The tenseness of the air thickens as seconds feel like days that lead to eternity. Both knowing that one will die tonight and the winner will walk away.

Finally, the smiling killer known as Jeff goes charging in for his opponent. He swings haymakers at him, not aiming anywhere, knowing it will land on his target. So long it connects, he doesn't care. 

The other man sidesteps the attack and goes for a stab to counter-attack, but Jeff slammed his right foot on the ground, swinging his left fist at the masked man, socking him dead in the face. The impact sends him stumbling back. A loud yelp comes from Jeff, screaming, “The fuck is that thing made of!?”

Regaining his footing, the man who calls himself Cutthroat rebounds at Jeff soon after, striking at his neck. Out of pure reflex, he hops back avoiding the attack by a few inches. Seeing an opportunity the killer Jeff slices at Cutthroat's hand. Blood spilled to the floor and he lost his grip on the knife from the sudden pain. Jeff then followed his attack by stomping down on his opponent’s foot and stabs into his left shoulder. A high pitched shrill manifested behind the smiling mask. Cutthroat tried to back away, but it was in vain. The blade exists the wound, leaving a hole as blood followed out of it and he went to stab again. Over years of honing his reflex's Cutthroat catches the arm with both his hands, stopping it. This is where he realized differences in their strengths. Jeff was overpowering him with a single-arm, it getting closer inch by agonizing inch. Jeff was staring into his opponent’s eyes, but they didn't gaze back at his. 

“Looks like we got to do it the old fashion way.” He whispered to himself as his left arm strikes like a viper at the man’s throat. Crushing the windpipe from his powerful grip, he held onto the man. No one ever thinks to protect their throat. Cutthroat was losing more and more space between him and the knife, his strength was depleting. As a last-ditch effort, his right arm lets go, shooting upward striking the ball of his palm right under Jeff’s nose. A jolt of pain goes through the killer’s nose and to his face reels back out of natural reaction. Cutthroat stumbles backward gasping for air that burns in his oxygen-deprived lungs. 

Fighting through the pain Jeff glared at him, but everything was blurry. The darkness of the building made it worse. All he can do is observe the gasping getting further away from him. He tries to chase his wounded foe, but ran into an iron column, falling on his ass cursing profanity as he clinched his face.

Cutthroat limped away holding the fresh puncture wound. When he heard Jeff cussing, he takes the opportunity to climb some of the crates until he was sixteen feet off the ground. He lowered himself down onto the large crate, careful to not make any noise when doing so. He also wasn't sure how stable it was, but he first assessed the wound while up there.

'Gah…. no way to stop the bleeding if I keep using my arm. Have I bitten off more than I can chew?' He thought to himself. Then he shakes his head, willing the thought away. 

'No! You didn’t kill all those people just so that you can turn tail and run…' He protested. As he finishes his thought a faint glow catches the corner of his eye. He turns with a sudden, swift movement and saw nothing but black. He takes a deep breath and sighs. 'Must be hallucinating. Not surprising.' Reassuring himself was easy, but it is still finding it hard to regain his confidence in this. Despite the feeling, he plans his next strike. He is no match going head-on, but if he can wear him down then the odds will be in his favor. He pulled back his left sleeve and smirks behind the mask.

Jeff sat on the ground in a painting daze. His nose is sore from the blow he received minutes earlier. The blow was not strong enough to break it but had enough to blind the pale murderer for a brief moment. Sight becoming clearer every passing second he picks himself up off the concrete floor. His breath coming out in huffs infuriated that he's hurt by something so weak in the fight he was winning. Forgetting about the stab wound he received earlier, he looked around the area. 

Despite his fuming anger, he could not shake the feeling that fighting his masked opponent felt familiar. Did they fight in the past? No. That can’t be. Jeff would have remembered that irritation. It felt like how he and Jane would fight. Like a feeling of familiarity when the blades clash, but why is he getting this same feeling from this guy? As he starts to lose himself in thought until something touches Adam’s apple of his throat. He snaps back to reality and his eyes shot down what looks to be a string of web, but thicker. He raised his imaginary eyelids and non-existent eyebrows widen of a shock to the realization that it was not a web, but a wire around his neck. The moment he reacted to it, the wire noose shrieked around his throat and started to lift him in that air. He flailed as a fish caught on a hook unable to free himself. Jeff’s eyes looked up for a brief moment and sees dark green eyes in the dark above.

The longer he was hanging the more he panicked and struggled, which lead the wire to start cutting in him, crushing his windpipe. He tries to get his fingers under the nose, but it’s far too tight. He then tries to grab the line to pull himself up to gain slack. His hand slips realizing it's lubricated. Cutting the wire does not do much because it was piano wire, something a knife can't cut through. Time is ticking by and he feels himself losing consciousness. As a final attempt starts to swing his body toward the creates that held the hangman. 

Cutthroat started to panic at this. Using rail as a pulley made it easier to hold Jeff off the ground, but now it’s backfiring. He has no control over stopping him and his struggling makes it more difficult to host him up anymore. He could drop down with the wire and use the momentum to rise Jeff up higher, but that can backfire in many ways. He was playing out different scenarios he can do within the span of a few seconds in his head. As this was happening, Jeff got enough momentum to crash into the creates. Holding on for a moment, he then pushed off as hard as he can with his legs separating both him and the box. The force shifted the heavy crate making the column of mildew coated cubes too unstable to balance on. The Cutthroat let go of the cable and leaped to another batch of creates that was lower, as his column crumbled to the ground like Jenga blocks. Jeff crashed down onto the hard floor knocking the breath out of him. 

Scrambling to undo the noose, he pulls it off to be able to catch his breath. It was painful, but refreshing as the air fill his lungs was the best thing he felt in a while. This was short-lived as the tower went crashing down near him. Noticing this, Jeff rolled away at the last second as it crashed where he was laying. He starts to get to his feet coughing for air until something gleamed from the dark and struck him. Pak, Pak, pak! 3 throwing knives embedded themselves in him. One in his right craft and two in the gut. Jeff gasped at this, the sudden pain flooding him, but before he could do anything a boot smashed right in his face from a flying kick, knocking Jeff right off his feet again and onto his back. Seizing the advantage, Cutthroat comes in with a curb stomp at Jeff’s head. The Grinning killer rolled out of the way right before the impact, the boot missing his face. Jeff scrambles back to his feet in an instant. Pulling the knives out of him, he armed both his hands with one each, letting the last one fall to the ground at his feet. His opponent's sudden change of tactics threw him off, but now this is how he fights. A good old knife to a knife fight. No more hiding and no more tricks.

Jeff readies himself in a semi sprinting pose. His muscles like compressed springs, set to release at any moment. As for his opposition, he is in a tighter pose, his left arm vertical in front of his chest and holding his knife close, pointing it at Jeff with his right hand.

The tension in the air as high as the two waited for whatever trigger would start the fight. Jeff stares down Cutthrought’s eyes, but no matter how long he looks at them they won't meet his. He suspected that he's informed that anyone who looks in his eyes becomes paralyzed with fear. This goes on for two long minutes until Jeff finally loses patience and sets off his muscles. Lunging himself forward at an inhuman speed, thrusting his right arm forward striking at Cutthroat’s chest. Cutthroat takes a sidestep in a 45-degree angle to his left, dodging the blade’s bite and making a quick stab into Jeff’s stomach. Jeff roared in pain as he took a few steps back. Cutthroat did not give him a chance to gain any ground between them. 

“What's the matter, Jeff? You started out pretty strong, but I guess that's the only way you could kill someone is catching them off guard.” Cutthroat says as he strikes Jeff’s chest. The pale man sides steps, causing it to miss and counterattacks for Cutthroat to dodge it like the one before. Jeff pressed on with another strike with his second blade at his heart. 

“But I know how to make it hurt!” Cutthroat raised his left arm to take the blow as it drove in deep with a quick turn to follow. Cutthroat screams out in agony at the white-hot pain of the wound tearing wider. Slamming the side of his right boot with his left, he kicks Jeff right in the shin. Jeff’s eyes widened in shock. He falls backward from his leg gives out under him. He grabs it as blood pours out of the new stab wound in it. 

“Oh, you got to be shitting me?!” Dumbfounded, he gritted his teeth as he saw the blade protruding from the boot that kicked him. 

“Gah! A bit overkill I admit, but agh! It gives me the leg u-up.” Cutthroat joked in pain as he goes for another kick. Jeff braced himself, his arms over his face taking the blow of the blade tipped boot. He gritted his teeth as it pierced the flesh, he fell on his back from the force. Jeff groaned as he tried to sit up, but crashed back down from Cutthroat’s boot stopping down on his chest. 

“What's the matter, Jeff?! I thought you put up more of a fight!” Cutthroat mocked, stomping down on Jeff’s chest over and over until something gold moved at the corner of his eye. He reacts to it, turning to see what it was and finds nothing. The hairs on the back of his neck stand as he pulls out the forth throwing knife of the six he has in his jacket. He then saw the gold in his peripheral again to his left. 

'Did they find him?' He thought to himself. 

“Better finish the show before it gets canceled,” he mumbled under his breath. He turns to Jeff who is now dragging himself away from him since the Cutthroat had his attention elsewhere. He's heading to a broken crate. With a single motion, the Cutthroat threw the blade at the killer’s back, embedding itself under the left shoulder blade. 

“Fuck!” Jeff yelled, not from pain, but aggravation. The masked man starts to approach his prey to finish the job until something. No. Someone whispers in his right ear, “Hello, Jason.” 

Before Cutthroat could react, a golden string looped around his neck and yanked him back. He couldn't gasp from the shock and pain as it tightened around his airway. Cutthroat’s hands shot up to free himself from the shimmering choke cord. Grasping and digging, but he couldn't find any purchase on the string. He looked all around to find his attacker, finding nothing until he looked up. 

A transparent young-looking man floated above him. He dressed in what looked to be a grey sweater with an open black trench coat over top. His legs and feet covered with black pants and a pair of untied black and white basketball shoes. The man’s head revealed gray skin with eyes and teeth shimmer gold. His hair is black and goes to the nape of his neck with a gray beanie rest on top. His hands covered with black gloves as the golden strings come out of the tips of his fingers. He smiled at Cutthroat once they made eye contact. 

“Took a bit to find you two. If it wasn't for the live feed you were broadcasting I don't think we would ever pick up your trail.” 

Cutthroat’s movement starts to stiffen as his new puppet master pulls on the strings, making sure it was slow and methodical. He tries to reach for his last throwing knife. It was impossible as his arms were now being raised over like an old marionette doll. Fear starts to creep up to the Cutthroat’s mind. Unsure what to do as he tries to break free, desperate to get out of the situation at hand. 

Jeff looks back to see his opposition and sighs with relief, seeing one of his housemates, the Puppeteer, had arrived and caught him like a fly in a spider’s web. The pale man stands up without a sound, limping to a rotten demolished crate to pick up an old scaffolding screw covered in rust. He brandished it in his hands. His smile once again grew as he turned and made his way back to Cutthroat. The walk back was slow, so very slow. Jeff’s mind wondered during this. He imagined how he would kill this man and how he would savor the moment. How he will enjoy it when he breaks his bones and tears out inners. Now standing right before the Cutthroat, he savored watching him struggle. Cutthroat was too wrapped in the fear of being restrained to realize what was going on around him. Jeff without warning swings the hunk of iron. The point of the screw impacted the lift side of the Cutthroat’s mask, causing a crack to ring through the enclosed area. He was knocked right off his feet and the Puppeteer was so busy with the new plaything that he wasn't prepared for the sudden shift in movement. 

“Shit! Jeff! You asshole!” Puppet yelled at the smiling man from above.

The Cutthroat's vision was hazy like hundreds of gnats were flying around him. His mind was to a near blank as he is fading in and out of consciousness. He could hear noises around him. It sounded like people were arguing, but he couldn't make out the words. He lifts his left hand to his mask and feels a new puncture in it with something wet on the outside. Pulling back with care, he looks at it and tries to concentrate on what he was seeing. It was blood. The palm of his gloved hand was covered in fresh blood. His head was spinning on what happened a second ago. He tries to lift himself, but the pain in his head made him drop. He knows if he doesn't do something he will die and that all he has killed will be in vain. He reached for the flare gun he had hoisted in his jacket, making sure the other two couldn't see his movements. Right, when he was about to pull it out the arguing stopped and a voice rings out. It was closer this time where he could make out the words. 

“Oh no, you don’t!” The Strings in his arms pulled and forced Cutthroat to starfish on the ground. His hand was still on the gun, but unable to pull the trigger. 

“Damn it, Jeff! You have any idea what a dumbass you are!?” Puppet cried out in fury to him. 

Jeff waved him off. “Relax. String bean.” He stands over Cutthroat and readies himself to swing the screw leg down on his head. Looking him in the eyes one last time, but is infuriated that they would not meet his. Jeff drops the blunt object and pulls the knife from his back. Limping around and dropping his knees on Cutthroat’s arms, this caused both to wince in pain for different reasons. 

“You know? I'm getting tired of this fake smile of yours. I think it's time I give you a real one.” Jeff said as he rips the mask off revealing another smile. 

“What the fuck?” Jeff whispered in disbelief as he didn't recognize the man’s face. It was almost looking in a reflection. His skin has a natural pale tone. His hair was a clean midnight black and his mouth showed distress, but that’s not what Jeff was looking at. There at the ends of his mouth was a scared smile that reached to his cheekbones. Jeff was silent for a moment, then roared into laughter over the other man. Putting his left hand on his forehead and bend himself back. 

“No wonder why you want me dead so bad! You're just like her! Another person I failed to make beautiful!” Puppet looked at Jeff with an unamused look thinking that the Seedeater without its rag in its head is still prettier than him. The thought was interrupted as he starts to feel the flow of negative energy that was increasing every second. He looks over to see it was coming out of the pined man that he learned was named Jason. The energy was sweet but was slowing turning into a spicy bitter taste. This made the Puppeteer uneasy because both are common from Jeff and Slenderman’s proxy, Masky. 

“Yo Jeff let’s wrap this up and head back. Somethi-“ Puppet started.

“Give me a moment string bean! Let me enjoy the moment.” Jeff interrupted, wanting to savor the moment.  

Jeff leans in front of Jason’s face, inches from one another. Jason’s breathing pattern is gaining speed trying to closes his eyes out of desperation, but to no avail as that too was being controlled. Then the one thing he wanted to avoid at all costs happened. Jason’s eyes locked with Jeff’s.

The smile on Jeff’s face widens even more that it looked as if it would tear his head in half. He finally got what he wanted. Now that his itch satisfied he pulls up the knife to Jason’s face and whispers three simple words, “Go.” 

Jason’s vision was melting away memories from 10 years back into the past, to the fateful day that changed and ruined his life forever. Remembering how those eyes have tortured his body, mind, and soul. How he was held down on his bed as the dark demonic figure with bulging blue eyes cut his mouth open with a sharp rusty knife as slow as he could.

As Jeff utters his second word, “To.” Puppet felt that the flow of energy turned into a torrent as if a floodgate opened. It was intoxicating to the point he felt nauseous. He side glanced at Jeff as he puts the knife on the scared smile. Puppet cries out to him. “Jeff!” 

“Sleep!” Jeff finishes his sentence and as he starts to cut a bright red flash engulfed the dark building. Puppet reared back in pain as the glow touched him from the light source. Jeff's vision goes white from the flair of the light after being in darkness since the start of the fight. He throws his hands up to his face trying to block the light then as if on cue, he's thrown on to his back from a sudden force underneath him. 

“What the?!” Jeff yelled in confusion As Jason sat up and lunged himself onto Jeff. Mounting Jeff as he did to him. Jeff’s eyes started to adjust to the light and what he saw in his blurred vision was Jace’s tear-soaked eyes that were on the face of malus. Jeff thought he had him with his paralyzing glare until he was pistol-whipped right on the bridge of his nose by the empty flair gun in Jason’s hand. Jeff’s head spun and reeled from the pain of the blow. Unsure if what happened was real. Wham! He's hit again, but this time on his left temple. The pain sends his head spinning again with the understanding of what his predicament was.

The gun comes down for another blow, stopped at the midpoint as Jeff grabbed it to keep it back. He could push it back, but this time Jason has more force in his strength that was matching his own. 

“What type of anime bullshit is this?!” Jeff howled in anger, only to be cut off as Jason started to strangle him with his free hand cutting off the windpipe with a monstrous force. Jeff strikes at Jason’s throat with his knife-hand. Jason lets go of the choking man to stop the fatal attack to avoid the fatal blow. Jeff bucks Jason off of him and stagers to get back on his feet as Jason tumbles and recovers in a kneeled position.

Jason stands up with the amazing speed and charges Jeff with his blunt weapon. Jeff goes for a side step, but his injured leg gives out from the sudden movement and the gun collides into his face, reintroducing them. Knocking him off his feet once more and landing on his right side. Jason with deft fingers pulls out another flare from his bloody jacket and starts to reload the gun and aims it point-blank at Jeff. 

The pale killer struggles to get back on his feet as the gun fired. The flair shot far to his right. Jeff looked at the flare and looks back to Jason that his firing arm is yanked away by golden strings. 

“What the hell is up with this guy? He is like a mini-you, Jeff.” The weakened Puppeteer remarked, the blast taking more out of him than he thought. That set Jason off. He screamed like gravel filled banshee and grabbed at the strings, yanking Puppet towards him. Puppet, caught off guard by this action, was a ragdoll. Jason looped around him and pulled the strings tight to the corporeal neck. This didn't concern Puppet at first because he does not breathe. Not until he was being dragged towards the light of the flare. He dismissed the strings that were holding them both and flew back out of panic. Jason loaded the third flare into the gun and fired it at the ghost. Puppet avoided the shot and retreats to a dark corner of the building to recuperate his losses. 

Seeing that the intruder fled he turns back to Jeff to meet eye to eye with only a couple of feet between the two. Jeff slams his blade into the shoulder wound that Jason retrieved earlier. Burning pain ran through Jason’s arm. He screamed out in pain letting go of the gun and lashed out at Jeff. Grabbing onto his hair he brings both his and Jeff’s into one another, headbutting Jeff’s teeth. Before Jeff can retaliate, he repeated the same action two more times before Jeff pulled the knife out of Jason and cuts his hair. Once freed from the assault he roared with rage through bloody lips as he lowered himself to Jason’s chest and tackles him with an explosive impact. Not ready for such a move both Jason and Jeff go flying to the ground. Jeff stabbed his opponent but found that it was difficult as Jason was wrestling him in a tooth and nail for the knife. Jeff socks him on the cheek causing him to screech from the pain of his scar. Jason hooked his thumb into the wound on Jeff’s chest and started to pull. This only made him scream in pure bestial rage as he bites down on Jason’s mutilated shoulder to try to tear a chunk out of the bloody meat. 

Jason shrilled in terror now seeing the monster he saw many years ago has come to reality. He throws his arm over Jeff’s head to prevent it from moving and causing more damage. Unable to shake him off and has a bad arm not able to grip the knife and his good arm holding him in place. Tears flow down his cheeks at a faster rate. He, as he was about to give up, his life flashed before his eyes. It was bizarre. How he watched memories pass by so so fast, but slow at the same time. Seeing all the past experiences shook him. How he fakes his death to his family, becoming a thing he hated and pushing Jane away. He gritted his teeth knowing that he was nothing but a failure made him grasp reality. He lets go of the knife that both he and Jeff were fighting over and grabs Jeff’s face and plunge his thumb into his eye.

Jeff spazzed out of the pain that he never felt before. He bit down harder hitting the bone in his opponent's shoulder. His screams muffled in sickening sharpish sounds. After a minute of bloody struggling, Jason’s good arm lost strength. This gave Jeff the chance to humpback like a cricket. He dropped the knife and held both his hands on to his bleeding eye socket, sitting in his blood that’s pooling around him. Jason took the opportunity to stagger to his feet. Both are now tarnished in each other's blood. He precedes to pick up the screw leg that was used on his walks to Jeff with his stimuli concealed to him. As Jason reaches Jeff he restricts the screw onto his good knee causing a sickening crack. Jeff screamed out from the new sudden pain and realized that Jason is looming over top of him. Jeff was about to lash grab the man not before has stuck in the face be the blunt weapon and knocked on to his back head first to the ground. Jason looked at the crimsoned coated construction scaffolding and tossed it to the side. He lost his balance for a moment and vision going blurry. Knowing he had lost too much blood and will die soon. He can’t help but smile that there will be two fewer killers in this world. He reached into his jacket one last time to pull out his final throwing knife. Jeff could only smile as well. A tear starts to flow down his one good eye. 

“G-good job out there…… You did a number un me.” He coughed. Jason was not expecting a response like that he thought he was knocked out. Jeff continued to speak. “W-Whatever I did to you in the past. I want to let you know. I am sorry and hope you are glad he get your revenge.” Jeff doesn’t know why he’s being sympathetic to him. Maybe this is Jeffry Woods talking to him rather than Jeff the Killer. 

Jason was lost for words. The demon that hunted him for years is speaking to him in the most somber way possible. He thought to himself for a moment. Resisting the urge to kill him outright. He smiled at the killer then finally said, “Thanks for being a part of my grand finally Mr. Woods. You were an amazing guest.” 

Jeff only laughed, coughing up blood. “Thanks for having me. Been a wild ride.” Jeff responded with weak glee.

Jason aims the knife at Jeff’s head. As he was getting ready to strike a voice in his head echoed.

'I have seen enough. Miss Angle if you please.'

Jason tries to react, but like Puppeteer it was too late. A woman with a long sword comes jumping out of the shadows and shoulder checks Jason’s in the chest knocking him back. He tries to retaliate, but she was too fast. Parrying his knife then sidesteps with downward swing chops off Jason’s arm. 

“No, NO, NOOOOO!” He screamed in a painful rage. He clicked his heels and kick into the side of the woman’s side. She hisses as the boot blade sank into her and came out. She gets into a stance with her sword at a 45-degree angle. Jason wobbles back, standing by willpower and stubbornness alone, but it was precarious at best. His vision is going in and out. Not sure how much longer he has left. He goes to take a step towards his opponent. She readies herself but drops her guard only to seeing Jason drops to the ground. Laying in his blood. Tears stream down his face. 

“I-I’m sorry. I’m s-so sorry.” The world around him faded to black. 

The woman walked to Jason’s body. “Now you will be judged,” She said readying her blade to impale him only to stop at a mental command. 

'Not yet. We’re taking him back for questioning.' She looks at the tall man that dons a black suit and red tie and bears the face of a blank canvas. He holds Jeff’s broken body in his arms he turns to walk away not before an inky black cathedral protrudes from his back and snatches Jason’s severed arm from a pestle goth clothed woman.

 'You are not eating that and are in a lot of trouble!' A voice yelled in her head. 

She throws up her arms and yells in disbelief. “I wanted the chicken wing and what did I do!?” 

[softjeon]

Rewind | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Yoongi x Robot!Jungkook • Genre: Fluff, Angst | Rating: Mature | Robot!AU • Words: 5,4k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol

written with @cassiavioletblue​

↳  “Tadah!” They shouted in unison, with Tae raising his hands to wave some little birthday flags while Namjoon and Hoseok clapped their hands and began to sing again, “Happy Birthday to you…”  This was a joke. This had to be a joke and they made that man deliver an empty box. There was no way they had gotten him a Bot.

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“Happy birthday!” Namjoon shouted and Hoseok chimed in as they began to sing, squeezing themselves through the door, because Yoongi seemed adamant not to move and let them in. Great. So they remembered,even though he had tried to be as normal as possible. Yoongi tried to cover up his displeasure with a strained smile. 

“Come in. One more won’t make a difference.” He mumbled at Taehyung who had followed, bopping his head to their awful singing and greeted Yoongi with a hug. Covering one of his ears with the palm of his hand, Yoongi watched how Namjoon was swinging a wine bottle in one hand and in the other a card with his name on it. He wondered if the bottle would survive this night in one piece. Dancing around him there was Hoseok who was gyrating his hips racily in a way that had Yoongi feeling dizzy from just looking at it. 

With a heavy sigh Yoongi closed the door and followed his best friends. It was better to just give in now because he knew that they wouldn’t let it go. Not when it was his 30th birthday. Which he hated - and they knew.

“We know you hate your birthday.” Namjoon began, saying exactly what was on his mind. “That’s why we didn’t plan anything big but you don’t turn thirty every year so we’re here now and you gotta deal with it.” Hoseok chimed in with a bright smile and then proceeded to push Yoongi down onto the couch by his shoulders. “You can’t take away the right of your best friends to celebrate you. At least a little bit.” 

“You always do so much for us, Yoongs…,” Namjoon continued as he opened the wine to pour some of the dark red beverage into the glasses that Taehyung had grabbed from the kitchen. None of the glasses matched. 

Hoseok nodded eagerly, giving the card over to Yoongi, wishing him a ‘Happy Birthday’ again and then dancing, before Yoongi could roast him with his look. 

Pulling Taehyung onto his lap, Hoseok urged Yoongi on to open the card while he very well knew how much he hated to be in the spotlight like this. He would rather open the card in private. But he also knew that they wouldn’t let him. For being his best friends who allegedly ‘loved him just as he was’ they were surprisingly cold hearted when it came to his refusal to celebrate his birthdays. Hopefully he could just ignore their gift like last year where he just hadn’t used the voucher (it was one of those things were people only paid after the voucher had been used so it wasn’t like he had let their money gone to waste) but this time he wouldn’t be so lucky.

When he opened the card there was no voucher inside, it didn’t even look like a normal ‘Happy birthday card’. There was just one sentence on it in big black letters. Which said “Open the door”. 

He looked up into the grinning faces of his friends who were apparently really amused by his confusion. Without wasting any time Yoongi turned to open the door expecting a prank with a clown jumping at him or something similarly freaky. But there was a man standing outside of the door and Yoongi wondered if he had just arrived or if he had been standing there since his friends had knocked on his door, waiting just around the corner until Yoongi would open his door again. There was a massive box right behind him and Yoongi had to look up to even try and see the upper end of it.

“Min Yoongi?” The tired looking man said bringing his attention back to him. He held out a touch pen for him and then a pad, “Please sign here.” 

Confused Yoongi took the pen from him, signing where he pointed his finger at. There was the smell of cold smoke coming from the man’s clothes and Yoongi wrinkled his nose. Now he was definitely curious where the box was coming from. The postman revealed the mystery right after storing the pad back in his bag when he turned around to get the box off his cart. There was a little note in black ink on the outside of the otherwise cream-colored box, like a stamp, telling him where the package was coming from:

 “Thank you for ordering with Bots Internationals.” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened, stumbling back out of reflex which was pretty fortunate or else the man would had run over his foot with his cart. 

“We hope you’ll enjoy your new...eh,” The man coughed and looked down at his papers, searching for the right number again, “R0901JK - oh wow,” He raised an eyebrow at Yoongi his face changing as he looked interested and lively for a moment, “You got money, huh. Don’t tell the company but this is hot shit! Anyways...” He cleared his throat and dumped the box casually in the hallway, going back to his regular mail man self, “We hope R0901JK will soon be a indissoluble part of your life.” It sounded like he had said those words a million times already, pattering them out like he was reading from a script he couldn’t wait to finish. At the end he saluted awkwardly, taking the cart with him and leaving the life-size box in front of Yoongi. It was decorated with a stupidly big, blue bow right on its top.

Yoongi turned and walked inside, to ask his friends what the fuck they’d been thinking but he got interrupted before he could even open his mouth. They were all standing in the hallway so they could peek through the open door at him, so impatient to see his reaction that they couldn’t wait for him to get back into his flat.

“Tadah!” They shouted in unison, with Tae raising his hands to wave some little birthday flags while Namjoon and Hoseok clapped their hands and began to sing again. “Happy Birthday to you…”  

This was a joke. This had to be a joke and they made that man deliver an empty box. There was no way they had gotten him a Bot.

“Unpack it! Unpack it,” The boys began chanting,while Hoseok was doing a little celebratory dance. When Yoongi kept standing in the hallway in disbelief, looking like he didn’t want to move at all they took matters into their own hands and brought the package further into the living room where they carefully laid down the life-size box and stepped back again, waiting for Yoongi to finally make a move. Hoseok pulled Taehyung in by his waist and smiled. “We tried to tell the company as much details about your preferences as we knew to make him perfect for you.” He winked at Yoongi playfully. “We want to see him, too. So, open it!”

“Though you shouldn’t start him, yet,” Taehyung quickly chimed in, cheeks blushing for a moment as he addressed Yoongi. “It’s better if you let him imprint on you when you’re alone. I’ve heard of that one guy who had his mom around when he opened his package and he went to the bathroom for a second while his mum walked in on the bot, trying to clean there or whatever. They had to bring it back to the company because it was basically useless for him as the imprint is irreversible and his mum didn’t have the same taste in girls as he did.” They laughed and snickered and Yoongi still felt like he was in the wrong movie. He lived alone. He always lived alone. And he wasn’t good with robots. He had been freaking out when Namjoon had brought over his cleaning bot once, a thing the size of a trash can (and also similar looks). He’s had to leave the apartment while the thing did the cleaning because it made his skin crawl to see that moving tin box make decisions and pick up things.

So having a live sized, human looking bot that the producers claimed could emulate human emotions? Out of the question!

Yoongi stared at the box a while longer and then, despite better knowledge kneeled down in front of it. He looked at it with the same feeling in his gut when he was about to watch a horror film that he knew would creep him out - but he still had to watch it. Carefully, very carefully he took the blue bow off the top and opened the seal at the side and then… he opened the lid to peak inside.

“Whoah, damn,” Namjoon came closer when he saw the first glimpse of the robot. “He is perfect!” Jimin jumped in excitement. 

“I told you it’s the best idea to order from where I got Tae.” Hoseok said proudly, kissing his lover on his cheek as he blushed in response. “They make the best ones!”

Namjoon nodded and when Yoongi didn’t open the lid any further, he pulled at it, pushing away some of the styropor to free the young man (robot) for everyone to see. “It definitely is worth the money. Do you like him, Yoongi?,” He chuckled and looked up. There was no response from his friend, his eyes fixated on the robot. “Yoongi?”

Jimin furrowed his brows and leaned towards Taehyung. “I told you he likes blondes. Didn’t you scan him right?” The younger shook his head and roamed around in his system to find ‘Yoongi’s idol type’ File that he had stored there as they all had come up with a present, before blurting it out all the information they had gathered. “Curly hair, cute button nose, well-build body and lean muscles, sweet personality, something that makes him want to protect and yet curl up against him and big brown ey-”

“Stop that! Where did you even get those informations? Did you check all my former boyfriends for similarities? Did you dig through the web to find my profile of that dating site I used in my twenties to read my preferences?” He was irritated and also a little bit shocked. Because however they had done their research they had absolutely checked all the boxes that made him weak. The robot in the box was absolutely gorgeous and exactly his type.

Taehyung nodded, “All of the above, yes and I analyzed your habits at gatherings, your flirting techniques and who you walk hom…”

Hoseok pushed a hand on his boyfriend’s mouth, keeping him from giving away even more information. Yoongi didn’t look like he was loving the jokes right now. “So…..Yoongi,” Jimin interrupted the awkward silence and stares between them, “Do you like him? You’ll keep him, right?” 

He was really, really tempted to just close the box and ship the robot right back where it came from - but another part of him was just as tempted to wake the robot up to see if it was really like the advertisements said: that the robot would love you, just the way another human would and that you wouldn’t even be able to tell the differences. He got dizzy from all the mixed feelings inside of him. 

“Why? Isn’t there a .. trial period? What if I don’t like him? I mean he might look nice but what if he’s just going on my nerves? There’s a reason I don’t have a roommate or a pet.”

“Namjoon! He’s doing it again!” Jimin whined when Yoongi was coming up with excuses (something all of them were used to, especially when it came down to his own happiness and enjoyment), pursing his lips and making the other’s laugh with it.

“And there’s a reason you don’t have a boyfriend!” Namjoon joked. “Anyways, of course this isn’t all.” Namjoon got up from where they sat, knowing that Yoongi felt a little too overwhelmed right now with all these eyes on him. “We also ordered a table at your favorite pub and I am in need of some good beer, aren’t you?” He pulled his friend up and grabbed Jimin’s hand to get both to move along. “Are you coming or?” Namjoon looked over his shoulder, laughing when Seokjin and Hoseok immediately chimed in with another rendition of ‘Happy Birthday to you’, while Taehyung was bopping his head to their singing. But as soon as Namjoon had them all out on the hallway, waiting for Yoongi to lock his door, he came closer again.

“Look at him later if you want. But please, just try it once, okay? And if all fails, I still got the receipt.” Namjoon nudged his friend’s side. “We want you to be happy, Yoongi. You deserve that.” Smiling at him, he quickly caught up with the others, keeping them from breaking the elevators button in their excitement and giving Yoongi a few seconds to catch his own breath. 

Although Yoongi enjoyed staying home more often then going out right now he was thankful for the distraction. He needed to make a decision on his own, without a few pairs of eyes on him who where analyzing every move he was making. Namjoon was right though, it couldn’t hurt to try it just once, could it? If he didn’t like it he would just shut the robot off and he could wait in his box, totally unconscious until someone from the company picked him up. There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong.

... ╘[◉-◉]╕ ...

It didn’t take long for his friends to get blackout drunk. 

Drinks were spilled as they cheered for Yoongi’s birthday, filling cups after cups with new alcoholic beverages that no one was even sure what it was anymore. The music got louder and the pub filled with more and more people that wanted to celebrate the weekend. As a robot, Taehyung didn’t need any drinks but he was acting just as silly as his boyfriend who had just started to climb on the table next to them, getting cheered on by a group of girls that were acting as if he was a stripper and Hoseok obviously loved it. Taehyung happily clapped along.

“Please, let me, please,” Jimin’s whiny voice made Yoongi tore his gaze away from them, regretting the choice the minute he saw the younger halfway in Namjoon’s lap and under the table. Namjoon had his head leaned against the wall, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he drunkenly tried to keep Jimin from diving under the table and do god-knows what to him in public. And where Jin was? No one really knew. 

“I think we should get them home soon,” Taehyung yelled over the loud music towards Yoongi, giggling in amusement. 

Yoongi gave him an exasperated look. “Yes. We absolutely should.” Together they tried to get them together into one place as a group which was as easy as collecting flees or herding stubborn sheep. It took them about half an hour until everyone had their jackets, the bills were paid and telephone numbers were collected (one of the girls that had cheered on Hoseok refused to let him leave without giving him her number. She must be pretty drunk herself or else she might have noticed Taehyung’s look). Yoongi envied her a little. He wasn’t half as drunk as he had liked and in a state that might be even worse than before: he was drunk enough for his self-control to soften but not drunk enough to forget about the bot that was waiting for him at home. So basically he couldn’t wait to look at him again. Still he wouldn’t turn him on. Not really… would he?

Taehyung was a massive help to get the other’s home safely and Yoongi carefully eyed him from the side. Taehyung was a bot too - but another kind. He was old, not Taehyung per se, but his model. He was still tightly bound to a million laws which sometimes resulted in Hoseok coming home to Taehyung sitting on the floor with a glitch where he couldn’t move because there were two tasks he wanted to do but where interfering with each other.  At first Yoongi hadn’t liked him either but had started to trust him after a while. Tae couldn’t hurt them even if he wanted to. He couldn’t hack into anything they didn’t let him, he couldn’t get all ‘world dominance’ on them - in short he was like a wind up doll or a vacuum cleaner with feelings. He was safe.

The newer generations of bots were different though. He had seen the fairs where companies sold their newest models, advertising their dreamy bodies and inhuman intelligence. Yoongi just found them creepy. He waited for the first bot to go rogue and kill someone or delete half of humanities digital records or whatever else those machine brains were up to. Nonetheless they intrigued him. Just like you could be intrigued by drugs or alcohol even though you knew they were dangerous and bad for you and that you should stay away.

When he closed the door behind him, with the last of his guests safely in a taxi on their way home he lasted for about five minutes before he was sitting in front of his package again. He feared what was inside of there. But he also desperately wanted to switch it on and see what it could do, how it would talk or react. He also wondered with a queasy feeling in his stomach (and he wasn’t sure if it was alcohol or nerves) if what the companies newest ads promised were true: That their new series could feel just the way humans did and could make their own decisions based on them. 

Carefully, Yoongi reached where he knew the switch was and pushed it. He quickly leaned back and waited for the robots eyes to snap open but nothing of that happened. Instead his chest heaved as the young man took a deep breath (or simulated to do), before his eyes slowly opened. They instantly focused on Yoongi's and a warm smile was found on the robots lips, nose scrunching up cutely as he sat up and looked at his new owner. 

“Good evening sir,“ The young man cocked his head aside, hands holding onto the edge of the box, “Thank you for purchasing R0901JK. My name is Jungkook. Please register your name so we can proceed the imprint.“

“Holy shit!” Yoongi froze at the other’s welcome. He looked human. He looked absolutely, startlingly human! There was no delay in his facial expression or monotone in his voice. If his words wouldn’t give him away - or the box that he was still sitting in for that matter - one could totally think that he was alive!

“I registered your name as <holy shit> is that, right?” Jungkook asked, smiling at the other as if he hadn’t just cursed at him. “Do you want to help me out of this box? It’s quite uncomfortable.” He laughed softly, never leaving Yoongi’s gaze, waiting for the other to initiate their first skin on skin contact.

“No! Goddamnit, no! My name is Yoongi. I’m... I’m just Yoongi and I... I can’t believe they got me a bot. You are a bot! A real one! What on earth am I going to do with you? Put you in the corner of the room so you can stare at me? How is one supposed to live comfortably with one of you guys around?” He was drunk rambling, spilling all of his worries out in front of the newly awakened bot who seemed a tad bit confused, especially because Yoongi didn’t make a move to help him out of the box as Jungkook had asked, therefore denying him the critically needed skin on skin contact that would make him imprint on Yoongi. 

Because despite the rumours it wasn’t the first look that had the newest model imprint on their humans it was the first touch of their registered owner.

Jungkook blinked at Yoongi, tangled at his sudden outburst and the many questions he was asking – because he was programmed the other way. He should be asking questions right now, to get a feel for his partner. 

“I am your boyfriend,” Jungkook simply answered Yoongi’s first question, before he went on and gave him one for every question he had. “I’d like to look at you and live with you. And as far as I can tell it’s just one bot around, which is me, your boyfriend.” Jungkook reached out his hands for Yoongi to take. “Can you help me now?”

“No you are not.” He wasn’t sure of many things at the moment but this one was clear. “I won’t be loving or fucking an electrical box.” He furrowed his brows at Jungkook who was still seated. “You are kind of useless though if you can’t even get up without help. Aren’t you supposed to ‘improve your lucky owner’s everyday life’? At least that’s what the advertisements say. Lots of People smiling and looking at each other fondly and being so happy it physically hurts to look at them. You’re not at all how I pictured you.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered back and forth between his hands and Yoongi, who just spat comment after comment at him. He was more than confused and nowhere in his mind could he find a program that would help him, when his owner refused him and told him off – without being even imprinted on him. Jungkook gulped, opening his mouth to say something when Yoongi hit him hard with the last comment. Tears dwelled in his eyes as the flood of programmed emotions broke through him and confused him even more. Jungkook was programmed to feel, even more so as the one’s ordering him had asked for someone who was soft and connected with his emotions.

“I am deeply sorry I am not how you wanted me to look like.” He didn’t want to say it, but he was supposed to. The owner’s happiness what was he was programmed for. “You can return me with your favored changes within two weeks. What is there you want to change?” He carefully met Yoongi’s gaze, “My eyes?”

Yoongi stopped mid-rant when he realized that the other was crying. “Is that.. are you leaking?” Surely those couldn’t be tears running down the other’s face. “Are you broken already? Can’t get out of a box and then leaking… cooling fluid? You’re not going to blow up on me are you? I’ll call the company right now if you don’t cut that shit!”

Jungkook just stared blankly at the human, deeply confused what he was doing wrong. Why none of his programs seemed to work, why this human was so adamant on hating on him. “Did you just buy me to get out your anger?” Jungkook still had his hands out, as if he was waiting for Yoongi to pull him up any second. 

“I didn’t buy you! I’d never buy something like that. You’re a gift and... why am I even justifying myself to you. You’re basically a computer in a pretty vessel. Like a calculator on legs. I bet you could tell me all the numbers of pi without even thinking, right?” Jungkook looked frozen with his arm outstretched like that so Yoongi coldly swapped it away while unknowingly activating the imprint. “Don’t sit like that. It’s creepy!”

Jungkook flinched hard at the sudden contact of his skin on his, his program reacted immediately, processing the imprint and making sure that the man who stood in front of him was the only one he’d ever love. Until he would be turned off forever. It was like a warmth that spread through him. Every fiber of his body was working for him now, living to be with Yoongi. Nothing else mattered. Only that he hadn’t thought that it would happen like this. 

Jungkook felt like he was falling into a darkness, feeling utterly helpless, while trying to find a solution to the problem that seemed to be his boyfriend. His own heart was aching and Jungkook grimaced at the pain. He had never felt before and every ounce of new feeling was overwhelming him. Especially now that the first experience he gotten was: anger, frustration and hate. 

The robot immediately reacted to Yoongi’s order and got up and sat onto his knees, while he was still trying to figure out what he had done wrong. 

Yoongi blinked. He was utterly overwhelmed with the situation. Outside of the box the robot looked even more like a young man. Not even his clothes gave away that he was a fabricated being. He was wearing distressed jeans and a white, plain T-shirt that was just fitting enough to show off his how well his body was built. Literally built - company made. Yoongi got dizzy from what he saw which stood so much in contrast to what he thought he knew about robots. He didn’t like them. He would never like them! And yet, with the boy - robot - covering in front of him like he was scared and his tear stained face a sudden wave of empathy hit him completely unprepared. He got a little closer, careful, in case that thing had another malfunction before asking warily. “That leak.. is it dangerous? Like... is it some kind of acid that’ll burn my skin or can I just wipe it off?”

Jungkook shook his head softly, but quickly wiped over his own face, trying to take a deep breath to calm the storm of feelings. “I…I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I am sorry,” Jungkook spoke quietly, “It’s simply tears: water, mucin, lipids, lysozyme, lactoferrin, lipocalin, lacritin, immunoglobulins, glucose, urea, sodium, potassium and nothing more. It won’t burn you just as much as your own tears wouldn’t.”

Yoongi’s intoxicated mind couldn’t keep up with half of the ‘ingredients’ that Jungkook was listing off but he got that it were actually supposed to be tears. 

“So you’re crying... because of me?” He knelt down properly this time, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the robots face. He held his face for a little too long because he simply got lost in the younger’s eyes. He stared in awe at the velvety depth that held so many emotions in them it felt like they might burst from it. He coughed awkwardly as he had finished drying his tears and let go of him. “They did mess up your eyes though. They might look human on first glance but not if you look closely. They are too beautiful. No one has that many stars in his eyes.” 

In reality they could totally pass as human eyes. Amazingly pretty - but human looking.

Jungkook startled, eyes wide as he kept on staring at Yoongi, when he touched him so softly and he was leaning into his touch on instinct. “I thought we would meet differently. I am really sorry I am not what you were looking for.” The robot grimaced painfully again, gasping when his heart felt like it was squeezed hard making it harder for him to breath. Jungkook tried a faint smile, reaching for Yoongi’s hand and he wrapped his delicate fingers around his wrist to pull it away from his face. Instead he brought it down, holding Yoongi’s hands in his. 

“I’d like to think then they put stars in my eyes for you. Maybe that’s what your friends wanted you to have as a gift.”

“You... you’re awfully cheesy do you know that?” Yoongi reacted defensively, trying to get up and getting dizzy so he landed back on his knees. He really should get to back, sleep this off and then think about being a robot owner when he had a clear head. “I... I think I should get to sleep now. What do I do with you? Do you sleep? Do I just switch you off? Do you need electricity or food or... motor oil not to die?” He regretted not having read the manual before waking up Jungkook.

Jungkook reached out for Yoongi, holding him when he noticed the smell on him that he had no time to register yet. “Are you drunk?” He asked with a sigh, before he got up and wiped over his cheeks one last time. Jungkook easily pulled Yoongi up by his arms and hoisted him up in his arms, before scanning the room he was in quickly, so he knew which was his bedroom. “I sleep yes. I can do that next to you if you want. I can keep a warm body temperature and hold you?” Jungkook asked, completely ignoring Yoongi’s sudden screaming and the way he was struggling in his hold. “But I also could just stay outside. Just, please don’t switch me off. It’s…it’s not a nice feeling.”

“Let me down! Let me down! Don’t crush me! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to threaten you, I won’t switch you off, don’t kill me, don’t...” Yoongi’s screaming died down when he finally registered that despite his struggling Jungkook hadn’t tightened his grip or tried to crush him in his robotic arms. He was just holding him, in a somewhat bridal style way and suddenly Yoongi felt pretty silly. “Are you... are you carrying me to bed? Is this some kind of honeymoon-wedding-night scenario to you?” He sighed deeply. This was definitely too much for him. “Yes I’m drunk but honestly I’m not sure if I’d be able to handle this sober. We’ll see how it’ll go tomorrow after breakfast. Do you eat breakfast? Do I need to have anything there to keep maintenance of you? Can you even eat?” He tried to not move too much because it made him shudder to think about how much strength was hiding in those arms. Robots were a lot stronger than humans to be of use in any kind of scenario (like carrying a couch alone for the sake of their owner’s back). “Please don’t get into bed with me. That’ll be totally creepy. I’m not even sure if I can sleep with you being in the room.”

“Don’t worry about me needing food.” Jungkook shook his head, though it hurt him to see Yoongi so scared of him. He quickly retreated again, lowering his gaze. “I…I’ll just go into the living room and wait there.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. Usually he was programmed to either hug or kiss in those moments, but Yoongi’s body language was screaming at him not to be touched again. “Good Night, Yoongi.”

“Wait!” Now that he thought of it, letting Jungkook roam in his apartment didn’t feel him any better either. There were knives in the kitchen and electricity basically everywhere and what if the robot just walked out the door and onto the street causing a car accident. “Stay in my bedroom, please.” He locked the door behind them even though he felt a little tingle of nerves at the thought of being locked in with Jungkook. Then he remembered something that he had heard about in some documentary. “Hey, isn’t there an emergency code to put you on standby in case you go crazy or something? What is your’s?”

Jungkook took a step back, not sure why Yoongi locked them in now. He could have just told him to stay and he would. “Black piano,” The robot answered truthfully and telling Yoongi his emergency code that was different for every individual and usually had something to do with their owner. A word or phrase they don’t use often anymore, so it didn’t happen to be an accidental standby. 

Yoongi frowned. He could play the piano actually, hadn’t done this ever since he was a child and he wondered if the robot somehow knew. What had his friends put into Jungkook despite his dating type? “So if I say those words you’ll freeze? Or is there something else I need to do?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “No, just those words but please don’t.” He whined quietly with his back against the wall. “An emergency lockdown is not good for me. If…if you really want me to be out then please just turn me off then. But I promise I won’t bother you. I just stay right here.” Jungkook pointed at the corner of the room.

Yoongi looked at him without a word, wondering how a machine, a thing made of gears and high quality plastic could look so scared. “You really think that you’re feeling, don’t you?” He murmured under his breath, amazed and appalled at the same time. He would figure out how to properly react to that tomorrow. Right now all he wanted to do was sleep. 

“Good night, Jungkook.” He threw the blanket over himself, figuring that if the robot needed something to stay warm he would get it himself. What a mess of a birthday!

A/N: Another story! This will be only a short story, about four chapters! What do you think? Will Yoongi learn to let Jungkook in? Or will he send him back ;) 

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In which it keeps happening

Dave: Go online and view sites indicative of your interests.

Oh this should be good.

Oh no more content related to Gamebro and their unholy ilk.

“Grand Snack Fuckyeah”...GTA....I love that it’s not even trying to make a clever pun. You know those “there was an attempt” stickers? This isn’t even an attempt.

Also is that review written by Dave? I want to learn how to write like Dave. That Moses comparison gave me life and took it away at the same time.

“Will popular beverages play a role? And how critical will they be in your quest to attain absolute sweetness?” I HATE that Death Stranding has made that actually not a joke. Just....God fucking dammit. DS is great by the way. ....I just realized Dave Strider and Death Stranding share the same innitials when I typed that. Why does it all fit? This is a weird ass tangent.

Seems every kid has their own browser after all.

You open the HEPHAESTUS web browser and direct it to your ironically maintained blog where you post monthly satirical reviews of GAMEBRO MAGAZINE. Your latest post is a review of the MARCH ISSUE. You've been meaning to write a review for the latest issue too, but you've been sort of dogging it. Something about the game they're reviewing just doesn't strike you as ripe for satirical purposes.

Don’t be a coward Dave! A true artist doesn’t blame his tools! You can make the greatest shitpost ever, I believe in you.

Excuse me what in the fuck

In a new tab you open another one of your sites, a webcomic ironically maintained through a satirical cipher vaguely similar to that of your blog. It's called SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF. You have legions of devoted fans, most of whom are totally convinced of your creative persona's sincerity. Which is just how you like it.

...

Is that a real site?

Oh god it’s real

Oh god what the fuck is this

This....This actually takes effort to do. Like, the fucking title is a low res looking JPEG piece of fucking shit, but it’s a finely curated piece of fucking shit.

I just touched one of the buttons and it changed page.

it changed page.

there are more pages.

what

is this another comic entirely??

What...What do I do with this??

Do I liveblog it?? IS this still homestuck?? What is going on????

Okay I asked what the fuck this was, and all you guys answered me with was cryptic warnings and hushed expectations for my suffering and/or ascension. Like this was some sort of cursed chthonian text that would kill my sense of sanity.

Seems about right.

I don’t know why it posted two times I think I might have clicked it twice.

I’m not fixing my mistake cause I think it goes perfectly well with the spirit of the work.

Speaking of the work.

Nani the fuck

So one of these two duders is going to play some games of the video....and he encounter stairs....and he falls down said escaleras.....over and over again....in an endlessly recurring loop........while the other guy just fucking LMAOs at him saying “I told you about the fucking stairs, dumbfuck!” and he keeps falling...and falling...and falling...

Also I have heard “It keeps happening” before as an internet phrase. I’ve used it before What the fuck, it came from here?? From this.... thing??

This....

This is so perfectly and intentionally shitty, the whole comic is way too far to the left even. There’s a huge empty space on the right side.

Is the font fucking comic sans??

OH MY GOD THERE ARE 46 OF THESE.

You know those things that make you go “there isn’t a god”??

THIS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

This is proof for the existence of a god.

A talented and artful god

who fucking hates you

I’m gonna move on with the actual comic and you guys tell me if I should continue with this thing and when.

I’ll just leave you with this

Dave: Check the latest page of the Midnight Crew.

OH EXCUSE ME FUCKING WHAT

OH WELL SURE LET’S FUCKING GO LET’S JUST OPEN MSPAINTADVENTURES INSIDE THE COMIC ITSELF

IS THE MIDNIGHT CREW THE IN-UNIVERSE VERSION OF THE PROBLEM SLEUTH CAST?? IS THIS WHAT PS IS INSIDE THE COMIC??

You figure as long as you're chilling at your computer you might as well see how that new MSPA story is going. You haven't looked at it in a while.

How meta can we go in this comic?

We’re already way to fucking deep and I don’t know how to swim.

Let’s go back to the shallow end of the pool please.

Midnight Crew.

Oh so we’re actually doing this. Oh.

What is this liveblog session?

Why is there a sword stabbing that map?

"You are members of a sinister gang called the Midnight Crew. Your nefarious plots are serpentine in complexity. Your schemes, convoluted. You are planning a heist in your underground hideout. What will you do?"

I just checked and this is a pararell to “Compensation, adequate” oh my god

It really is Parallel Problem Sleuth

Use Occam's Razor on plans and schemes.

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL INVENTORY

BUT IT’S REVERSED.

THERE ARE 5 WEAPONS AND ONE ITEM THIS TIME

AND THE WEAPONS ARE ALL HAND-TO-HAND INSTEAD OF GUNS.

Also Occam’s Razor is fucking brilliant name for a Scalpel/Knife.

The right solution to a problem is usually the simplest one.

"Spades Slick uses OCCAM'S RAZOR to carve a circular hole into the HEIST PLANS, freeing it from the knife. You wonder what moron would jam the knife so hard into the table in the first place."

Probably one of you.

Probably all of you.

I know how everyone in these comics is.

SS: Climb ladder and exit hideout. Implement nefarious plots

Oh my god no

They are stuck in their hideouts aren’t they?

I can just feel his anger at this unbelievable bullshit

"You push against the MANHOLE COVER, but it seems some unbelievable jackass has parked your GETAWAY VAN on top of it. A familiar feeling stirs. That feeling is overwhelming, soul-blackening rage. It's the sort of rage that'll make a man feel totally justified in sporting an unnecessarily elaborate assortment of fancy blades."

Spades Slick seems like a hair away from murdering everyone else in that room. And somehow he’s the most relatable one in there.

Dave: Skip ahead a hundred pages or so.

Wait, that’s illegal

What is going on.

Why is everyone beating the shit out of each other?

Why is there a blender in there?

What is that antler thing and why is it coming out from a door?

Who is that guy on that picture?

You don't remember where you last left off, so you jump way ahead. You always forget to save your place in the story. It looks like tempers have become short in this pressure cooker already. You speculate that the tipping point may have been an ill-advised motion for a game of 52 PICKUP.

Jumping ahead in these comics looks like a fine way to get really confused.

Dave: Save your place, read it later.

Hey now that’s familiar

Even though the adventure began recently, it's already over 3000 pages long. You just don't have time for this bullshit. You'll catch up later. Besides, it looks like someone's pestering you. You're pretty sure you know who it is.

How long is homestuck by the way? I know it’s ungodly long but I just want to know the full extent of my road ahead on this foolish endeavor.

Also imma leave it here for today as I try to figure out what the fuck this was

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[terry-perry]

Preyed Upon pt. 1

 Yet another piece of fanfiction that is dedicated to @ladyfluff​, especially since I have a few OCs on here that she had created. Give her a follow if you haven’t already to see more of them because they’re the kind of OCs that like to pop up every now and again on her tumblr. Also FAIR WARNING: this oneshot will contain some dark themes to it such as kidnapping, torture, and all that good stuff! You have been warned...

Enjoy the read!

There was no stopping Adam as he swung open the door hard enough to take it off its hinges. He charged over to Raymond sitting in the den and used more of his inhuman strength to lift him off the couch and hold him by the front of his shirt. Everyone else trailed behind not soon after and barely even put a stop to the antics.

“Where is she?!” Adam spat out, his eyes lit up with malice.

“Won’t you come in?” Raymond said with that sneering grin that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Cut the shit!” Peter hissed while standing on Adam’s left. “Where’s our sister?!”

No one had been able to reach Y/N for a little over two weeks. It wasn’t like her to go off the grid for too long, not even when she was busy working on one of her art projects or on the hunt for another addition to her antique collection. She always took the time to give one of them a call and even update them with her progress. Everyone’s concerns were confirmed after they all decided to check for her at her apartment and found her gone. The worry grew only worse when Ava spoke up about what Raymond had been spewing out since he came back into their lives, and how he was ready to give Y/N what she had coming to her.

“Ava told us everything,” Eve explained coldly on Adam’s right. “So don’t bother lying your way out of this.”

Raymond had the nerve to throw his head back and let out a mocking laugh before looking over to Ava, who was peeking from behind Eve’s shoulder like a frightened child seeking solace in their parent’s arms.

She knew this was her fault for bringing him back into the picture. She had heard all the stories about him throughout the several decades he had been around, but she saw it all as more adventurous and exciting than terrifying. She fell for Raymond’s charm and bloodlust; his goal of making every night a party for their kind. Him being Y/N’s ex was just a bonus since they never really got along all that well, and she enjoyed doing what she could to annoy her.

But this trumped their rivalry and whatever Bonnie and Clyde type romance she thought she could have with him. Now it seemed like lives could be at stake because she refused to see what he really was: a monster.

“Oh I sincerely doubt she told you what I have been up to,” Raymond said, pulling himself out of Adam’s grip. “Because she still thought that all this was just another attempt to get Y/N back when she left to warn you guys. And I’ll admit, I did make a final attempt to win her over when I had stopped by to see her. But it really seems like she’s taken by the new pet she has...”

He peered over to Ian standing behind everyone else and giving him an equally cold stare.

“I thought about killing her,” Raymond admitted. “But that seemed too good for her. Even if I took my time with it. So, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.”

The group were all paler than usual, but each pair of eyes were still slits of fury and disdain.

“What the hell does that mean?” Ian asked sharply. 

Raymond looked at him with an out-of-place casual smile.

“Have any of you ever browsed online before? I myself thought the internet was a bit of nonsense. Another waste of time these modern zombies created. That was until I found certain sites that only a few can stumble upon when you know the way to access it all.”

He kept his voice in an eerily calm level and still went on smiling serenely.

“One particular website I found was host to a lot of eccentric rich folk. People who were actually willing to pay millions - even billions - for items that are otherworldly or supernatural. Imagine my surprise when I also saw that even creatures could be up for sale. Entities...supernatural beings. Like us.”

“Oh no...” Rowan mumbled.

“You should have seen the bidding war there was over her-”

There was another violent lunge for Raymond, but from Ian this time. He bellowed out a growl-like yell when he almost knocked over everyone to attack him. He got a few hits before he was pulled back by Peter and Rowan. His face was red with fury, and his hair was disheveled. Angry tears spilled out his eyes.

“I’ll kill you!” He shouted. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Where is she?” Eve asked, doing her best to keep her own composure steady. “Who did you sell her to?”

“Now, now, she hasn’t been shipped off just yet,” Raymond stated with mock assurance. “Her buyer is some rich widower from the U.K. He’s planning on picking her up and flying back home with her. He should be here in about 2-3 days. Until then, I’m keeping her in a safe place that is on a need-to-know basis for those I do business with. So maybe there’s something better you can offer me for he-”

“This is Y/N we’re talking about, not some item you’re auctioning off of eBay!” Peter exclaimed fiercely. “We are not negotiating or offering anything!”

“Give her back to us!” Adam threatened with a menacing step toward Raymond. “Or else-”

But suddenly, Raymond took out a small remote and immediately pressed a button on it. Not long after, there was a terrible and drawn-out shriek in the room. Everyone looked around the small apartment until Rowan pointed at the cell phone they were all too distracted to have noticed on the couch. With it being on speaker, they all heard Y/N’s pained screams go on as they all began to panic.

“Y/N!”

“Stop it!”

“What are you doing?!”

“Stop!”

Raymond eventually pressed another button on the remote that seemed to put a stop to whatever it was that caused her screams since there was no longer any noise from her end but small pants and whimpers.

“What did you do to her?!” Adam screeched, tears of his own wanting to come out.

Raymond lifted up the remote and looked at it with pride.

“Oh that was courtesy of another neat little thing I found on the web. This baby controls something Y/N has around her neck at the moment. Kinda like one of those shock collars people have their pets wear when they want them to behave.”

Everyone’s eyes widened with fear and surprise, with some even looking like they might be sick. But he just continued to look smug and even had his thumb graze over some of the buttons on the remote.

“This one’s a little more intense. It even has levels! So far, it seems like it’s doing a great job keeping you all in line.” He gave each and every one of them a hard glare. “And you’re all going to stay in line by either scrounging up more than $7 million in three days, or just butt out and let me get the money that’s already guaranteed to come my way. Try anything else, I’ll be sure to crank this all the way up to 11! Then we’ll see what I can do with whatever is left of her.”

They all remained quiet and each felt a good amount of helplessness. What was there to do now that there hands were tied? They needed time to figure out what their next move needed to be. They just hoped Y/N wasn’t gone by the time they came up with a plan.

“Let us talk to her,” Adam demanded softly. “We, at least, deserve to know that she’s safe, for now.”

Raymond gave some thought to the request before deciding to hand over the phone to Adam.

“No tricks,” he said, raising the remote once more.

The group crowded around Adam once he grabbed the phone and called out to his sister in a shaky voice.

“Y/N?”

“Adam?!” They heard her croak out. It was heartbreaking to hear her wheeze. “Adam, I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where he’s taken me! I’m in some sort of basement, but that’s all I know. I’m so scared...”

Adam glanced at Raymond on the couch, but he just looked bored and tapped his fingers against his cheek with impatience. He reverted his attention back to Y/N. Eve did all she could to rub out the tension he was feeling.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. I promise, we’re going to do all we can to save you. You just keep hanging on and be the strong person we all know you to be.”

He had to stop to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

“Are all of you there?” Y/N asked.

Peter took the phone from his brother’s trembling hands to answer. “Yeah, Y/N. We’re all here. You’re on speaker, so we can all hear you.”

“Hi everyone. Sorry if I had you all worried...”

Peter couldn’t help but let out a choked-up laugh. “It’s what you’re good at, I suppose. Even when we were growing up, you were always the one that had the habit of wandering off into the woods.”

“Just wanted to see those witches mother would always prattle on about for myself,”

Peter pressed his lips together and shut his eyes tight, doing all he could to keep it together.

“Is Ian there as well?” Y/N asked next.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” Ian answered immediately. He grabbed the phone from Peter, who was now being held by his husband.

“Is it all right if I speak with you, in private?”

Ian looked at Raymond to see if this was okay. He gained some agitation, but he only rolled his eyes and gestured towards the bedroom nearby.

“Make it quick,” he ordered. “Leave the door open, and keep it on speaker.”

Ian walked the several feet away and sat down on the bed while listening to her voice, despite the fact that it pained him with the way it sounded so hoarse and strained.

“I don’t know how much time he’s given you, but I wanted to tell you a few important things in case-”

“Y/N, please don’t,” he interrupted her with a small cry. “Please don’t act like this is the last time we’re going to talk to each other. You’re going to be okay. We’re going to find you.”

“I know, I know, but with the chance that something does happen to me-”

“I can’t!” Ian exclaimed tearfully. He couldn’t let this be the end for them. He needed her by his side; to take care of her, and love and admire her the way he always did. His eyes were clamped shut as though he was afraid this all wasn’t just a terrible nightmare he could easily wake up from. He needed to pretend for at least a moment that he’d open his eyes and find himself in her apartment where he would get out of bed to follow the scent of the late night breakfast she would be cooking for him while wearing one of his shirts.

“I don’t want this to be the last time I hear your voice,” he proclaimed. “I know there’s a lot we can’t do together, but there’s also a lot we can still do that we haven’t done yet!” He struggled a somewhat to catch his breath. “We still need to move in together, and travel, and make music.” He huffed and drew a sad smile on his face. “I was even thinking that we could get a dog. You like dogs, right?”

She gave out a broken giggle. “I love dogs. What do you think about getting a labradoodle?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. It’ll have a lot of hair, like me.”

“You know how much I love your hair,”

They shared a soft laugh and had some momentary relief from the dire situation.

“I want to do all those things with you, baby. And so much more,” he whispered, not trusting himself to have his voice break. He needed to be strong for the two of them. He couldn’t let her know how scared he truly was. “Please try to hold on until we find you. Promise me you will. And if you get a chance to escape, you tak-”

“All right, Romeo. That’s enough.”

Ian didn’t care anymore about making a scene once Raymond came into the room to snatch the phone away. He pleaded with a whimper for him to have another minute with her. He needed her to be okay. Last thing he heard was her panicked voice calling for him before Raymond ended the call. The love and worry he was carrying for her was now replaced with a rage and hatred for the man in front of him that was giving him a hateful scowl of his own.

“Pathetic,” Raymond scoffed. “Of all the people she could’ve replaced me with, she decided to go for you.”

Ian didn’t bother responding, only sinking to his knees due to his legs feeling too much like jelly. He was shaking from head to toe and ached as his breathing came out like there were painful stabs to his chest. He could only imagine that Y/N was in a much worse state. Because right now he didn’t care about living or dying. Only that the pain would stop.

[screamxqueenx94]

Magic Bullet Part 1./ Teen Wolf Series

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! Real life has been getting in the way lol! I decided to mix it up and have Stiles' POV in there at some point. This will start happening more so I hope you guys like it! 

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of vomit, cursing, and mild violence

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I woke up and did my usual routine. Shower, brush my teeth, fix my hair the best I could, then got dressed. I put on a black shirt reading "You just made the top of my list" with a camo jacket, black skinny jeans and my old beat up converse. I pack up my backpack with all my homework and books and then I toss it over my shoulder and head out the door. I call back to my dad that I was leaving and that I love him. I get in my car and head to school, and as I pull into a parking space, I see Scott and Stiles heading to my car in a hurry. 

"Hey guys! What's up?" I ask as I get out and close my door. 

Scott pulls me towards him and Stiles and talks quietly. "Did you hear gunshots last night?" He asks worriedly. 

"No. Why what happened?" I ask concerned as we walk towards the school. 

"I saw Allison's dad talking to some blonde girl, they were talking about the Alpha. Talking about following 'the smaller one' to get to the Alpha." 

"Do you think they meant you?" I ask. 

"Maybe…" he continues confused. 

"What about the gunshots?" 

"That was her. I think she was shooting at the Alpha." 

"Well, who's the Alpha?" I ask. 

"Not Derek, apparently." Stiles interjects. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

Before either of them can answer, the bell rings. I sigh deeply and we all head off to class. Scott takes a seat, Stiles sits behind him, and I sit next to Scott. I turn towards the boys to say something, then our History teacher has us quiet down and starts handing back our tests from last week. I can feel Stiles' nervous energy. He reaches over and taps Scott's shoulder. 

"So if Derek isn't the Alpha and isn't the one who bit you, then who did?" He asks. 

"I don't know." He answers. 

"Could it be another family member?" I ask.

"Doubt it. Everyone died in the fire." Scott answers. 

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know." Scott replies, starting to get annoyed by the constant questions.

Stiles huffs and sits back. He then leans forward again. 

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alph--" Scott cuts him off a little too loudly.

"I don't know!" Making some of the kids in front of the class look back. 

I sit there, looking away in embarrassment. The three of us get our tests back. 95%. Hell yeah! I look over at the boys.

"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles comments. 

Awkward silence.

"It was a joke… c'mon man it's one test, you'll make it up." He adds.

"Do you need help studying?" I ask, offering my help. 

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school." Scott answers. 

Stiles gives a look of proud yet surprised. "That's my boy!" He praises. 

"We're just studying." Scott insists.

"Uh… no you're not." Stiles states. 

"No I'm not?" 

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I--I swear I'll have you deb--" I cut Stiles off. 

"Okay, we get it, Stilinski." I huff and shake my head. 

"Just please stop with the questions." Scott begs. 

"Yeah, no more questions." Stiles adds. Thank God…

"No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek… who still scares me." He continues. That makes two of us. 

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I start walking through the halls when Allison catches up with me. 

"Hey, Charli!" She calls out happily. 

I look back and smile at her. "Hey, Allison!" My smile quickly disappears when I see Lydia come up next to her. 

"What's up?" Lydia asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Why is it that everything she does annoys me?

"Just heading to class." I answer quietly. 

"What about you, Allison? Anything going on later?" She asks, giving her a knowing look. 

Wh--what do you mean?" Allison asks stuttering. 

"You know what I mean..." Lydia winks and I roll my eyes. 

"So Scott's coming over tonight?" She continues. 

"We're just studying together." Allison insists, not even trying to hide her smile. She's adorable, I love her.

"Just studying never ends with 'just studying'..." Lydia interjects.

"That's not always the case." I insist as I shove my hands in my jacket pockets. 

"Sure it does, it's like getting into a hot tub; he'll eventually cop a feel." She explains as she walks up the steps with us following behind.

"So what are you saying?" Allison asks. Don't encourage her…

"I'm just saying… make sure he covers up." Lydia states, making Allison confused. 

"She means a condom." I elaborate as I pop a piece of Big Red gum into my mouth. 

Allison chuckles. "Are you kidding? After one date?" 

"Hello, Snow White! Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste." Lydia advises. This is exactly why I can't take you seriously, Lydia. Shit like this… 

"I mean, how much is a little taste?" Allison asks quietly. Oh God, she's corrupted! 

"Oh God, you really like him, don't you?" Lydia asks, almost shocked. 

"Well, ugh, he just seems so different. When I moved here, I had a plan. No boyfriends until college, I just move too much. But then I met him and he's different..." Allison tells us, in such a daydream-like voice. Man, she sounds like me thinking about Stiles right now…

"I don't know, I can't explain it." She continues.

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."Lydia states, making me roll my eyes again.

"Or she's starting to fall in love." I insert. 

"Oh, don't be silly, Charlotte…" Bitch… first of all, it's Charli. Second, go fuck yourself.  "I'll tell you what to do…" she continues. "When's he coming over?" She asks. 

"Right after school." Allison answers. 

The bell rings and we start heading up the stairs further. "I gotta get going. Allison, don't do anything you're not comfortable with." I say, then head to the front doors. 

I get into my car, take a deep breath to relieve some of the stress from dealing with the bad advice Lydia and Stiles were giving Allison and Scott. I startup my car and start backing out of the parking lot and end up behind Stiles. I honk my horn, making him look back, laughing and gives me the finger. I laugh and give him two right back. Out of nowhere, he suddenly stops, making me stop, almost running into him. He starts honking, I get out and look his way to see what's going on. As I get there, Scott shows up and Stiles is still sitting in the Jeep, confused as can be. 

I signal for him to come out, then he does and we see Derek laying in front of Roscoe. 

"Oh my God, did you hit him?" I ask, freaking out. 

"No! He just walked in front of me out of nowhere then fell down!" He insists. 

"What are you doing here?" Scott exclaims as he kneels down next to Derek, who looks like he's on the verge of death. 

"I was shot." Derek answers weakly. 

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles interjects. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Why aren't you healing?" Scott asks concerned. 

Derek looks at me, then Scott looks at me then back to Derek. "It's alright, she's cool." Scott informs Derek. 

"I can't, it was a different kind of bullet." Derek answers. 

"Whoa, a silver bullet?" Stiles asks, almost amazed. Oh my God… 

"No, you idiot!" Derek growls. 

"Wait, wait… that must be what she meant by we have 48 hours." Scott concludes.

"What? Wh--who said 48 hours?" Derek asks.

"The one who shot you…" Scott answers wearily. 

Derek winces in pain, then his werewolf eyes start to glow blue. Car horns start honking and we all look back. 

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott exclaims. 

"I can't! That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Derek shoots back. 

"Derek, get up!" I command as I push Scott out of the way, showing him my glowing purple eyes. 

His eyes get wide looking into mine. The other drivers start honking their horns, becoming impatient. Other kids are staring, making me flash my eyes to their normal violet color. 

"Stiles, help us put him in your car." I tell him as Scott and I pull Derek up to his feet. 

Stiles opens the passenger side door and Scott puts him in the seat and I close the door. 

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek tells Scott. 

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott questions. 

"She's an Argent, she's with them!" 

"Why should I help you?" 

"Because you need me." 

Scott looks over, making me look over and see Allison approaching. I look back at Scott, who looks back at Derek. 

"Fine. I'll try." He answers bitterly. 

Stiles gets in the driver seat. 

"Get him outta here." I tell him as I walk over to his side. 

"I hate you for this so much." He answers through gritted teeth then drives off. 

"Hey!" Allison calls and I take that as my que to leave. I hop back into my car and I head home, ready to do some research on what type of bullet could've been used on Derek. 

As I'm driving home, trying to figure out what it could be, I can hear Lycanthropy by G.B.H. play at a low volume.

When the wolfsbane blooms,

And the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,

The thing he loves the best.

He'll bare his teeth, growl

Suddenly, I abruptly pull into my driveway and run upstairs to my room and start typing away on my computer. Looking into the possibility of wolfsbane being used in bullets. It feels like hours before I can officially get an answer in the dark web. I do so much digging that my eyes feel like they're burning and my fingers are all cramped. But I then I go on a site called 'Hunters Hideout' where they tell you how to put wolfsbane into bullets for a slow, painful transformation that would lead to a slow, painful death.

I'm shocked by what I read that my only reaction is to just cover my mouth and start tearing up. The worst thoughts go through my head. What if they do this to Scott? What if he goes through this and tries to kill Allison, or Stiles, or his mom… or me? What if I have to kill Derek to save Stiles? What if…

I make my way to the bathroom and throw up. Thinking about all of this had made me sick to my stomach. I clean up and try to call Stiles, who must've shut his phone off. I try again, but the line is busy. Finally, I try Scott, who clearly shut his phone off too. C'mon you idiots! Answer you fucking phones!

I pace through the house, trying to reach both of them, until finally Stiles answers. 

"Stiles--" I begin, but then he cuts me off 

"Charli, I can't talk right now. I'm trying to keep Derek safe right now." He tells me, talking a mile a minute in his usual Stiles style. 

"No wait, Stiles you can--". Line goes dead. I look at my phone and see that the call ended. Did this mother fucked really just hang up on me? 

I text Scott:

Scott: Scott, if you or Stiles don't answer your fucking phones, I'm coming to Allison's and I'm going physically pull you out of the house and drag you to mine! 😡

I wait for a reply, when my phone rings and it's Scott, who put Stiles on a three-way call with me. 

"Scott, what the hell took you so long?" I huff. 

"I'm sorry, I was with Allison!" He exclaims. 

"What about you, Stilinski? What's your excuse for hanging up on me?" I sneer.

"I've been trying to figure out what to do with Derek!" He insists.

"Well maybe if you didn't hang up, I could've helped you figure that out!" My voice raises.

"Look right now isn't the time for arguing, okay?" Scott interjects.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks.

"Take him somewhere! Anywhere!" Scott exclaims.

"By the way, he's starting to smell…" Stiles adds. 

"Like what?" Scott asks confused.

"Like death!" Stiles voice raises. 

"Okay, why don't you take him to the animal clinic?" I suggest. 

"Yeah, that's perfect! Deaton would be gone by now and there's a spare key behind the dumpster, Charli will meet you there." Scott elaborates. 

"You're not going to believe where he wants me to take you…" Stiles states. 

I can then hear Derek's voice on the phone. "Did you find it?" He asks. 

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million bullets! It's like the freaking Walmart of guns!" Scott shoots back, making me chuckle. 

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead. Right?" He asks. 

"I'm starting to think that maybe not such a bad thing…" Scott snarks. 

"Well wait a minute, do we really need the bullet or bullets? What if we just need to know what's in it?" I suggest.

"What are you implying, little girl?" Derek retorts. 

"Okay first of all, I could be the one saving your life so you could talk me nicer, and second, while the numbskulls weren't answering their phones, I did some research online about what type of bullet it could be. I'll tell you more at the clinic, in the meantime, Scott, keep looking. I have an idea." I tell them then hang up. I grab my laptop and head out to the Deacon's clinic. 

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I arrive to the clinic and Stiles is just opening the door. I run in and yell "it's wolfsbane! Wolfsbane is in the bullet!" 

"How the hell do you know this?" Derek asks as he sits on a pile of bags of dog food against the wall.

"I did some research on a part of the internet that I'm not proud to say I was on and I went on this site called 'Hunters Hideout' and they went into detail about what's in the bullet and the kind of death it can cause for a werewolf." I explain. 

"Scott has to bring that bullet." Derek tells us. 

"Why?" Stiles asks.

"Because if he doesn't, I'll die." 

Stiles helps Derek up and I open the doors for them, then I set my laptop on the counter and start looking up what I was just on earlier, figuring out if there was an antidote for it, but couldn't find anything. 

"Y'know, it doesn't really look like something some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles says, clearly getting sick from the sight. 

I look over and I can see the blood dripping, and I cover my nose and try to look away, but he clearly needs help and Stiles is too squeamish to do so. 

"If the infection reaches my heart, it could kill me…" Derek explains weakly as I grab some paper towels and clean up the blood on his arm so I can get a better look at the injury. 

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles asks. Not a good time for your endearing sarcasm, Stiles.

"If Scott doesn't get here with the bullet on time, last resort…" Derek states, walking away from me and looking through drawers. 

"Which is?" I ask. 

Derek holds up the surgical saw. "One of you is going to cut off my arm." 

Stiles and I stand there in shock, both of our jaws are on the ground. Derek pushes the saw towards Stiles. He picks it up and turns it on. 

"Oh my God, what if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks. 

"It'll heal if it works." Derek replies as he ties a rubber strand around his arm with his free hand and teeth. 

"Couldn't we maybe just extract the bullet and then dispose of it or something?" I ask with a shake in my voice.

"Won't work." Derek huffs weakly.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this…" Stiles admits, looking like he wants to puke. 

"Why not?" Asks Derek as he finishes tying the rubber strand off.

"Well, the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially of the blood!" Stiles tells him as his voice cracks when he says blood. 

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek judges.

"No, but I might faint at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles corrects as he motions to Derek's arm. 

I stand in front of my open laptop, still covering my mouth and nose, trying to focus on anything besides their conversation. I turn around and face them with my face still covered. 

Derek sighs, and shakes his head then looks at me. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to do this?" He asks. I hope he doesn't say anything…

"She's worse than me!" Stiles defends. 

"Okay, well how about this; either one of you cowards cuts off my arm, or I cut off your heads." Derek threatens. 

"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats--" Stiles gets cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and pulling him over the examination table. 

As a reflex I jump over and tackle Derek to the ground. I have my right hand pinning him down by the chest and the left up, prepared to punch. My eyes glowing, my fangs about to retract when I can feel Stiles' hands grabbing me by my shoulders and pulling me away. 

"Hey, hey, hey! C'mon, I know you wanna kill him, but he's right. Scott needs him." He reminds me. 

He keeps trying to look me in the eyes, but I won't look at him in his until I know mine are no longer glowing. He helps Derek back up and brings him back to the table. Derek leans over, barely able to breathe on his own while Stiles goes digging in his pockets. 

"We'll flip for it if I can find a quarter." He tells me as he continues digging. 

All of a sudden, Derek starts gagging and we both look at him. He throws up what look like black tar all over the floor. 

"Oh my God! What the hell is that?" Stiles exclaims in pure disgust. 

"It's my body… trying to heal itself…" Derek says while taking a pause to make sure he's finished. 

"Well it's not doing a very good job of it!" Stiles shoots back. 

"Alright!" I yell, making both boys look at me. "I'll do it!" I declare.

I pick up the saw and start it up. "Stiles, I need you hold his arm down." I instruct. 

"Charli, I--I can--" I cut Stiles off.

"Dammit, Stiles! It's for Scott!" I yell. 

He hurries and holds down Derek's arm. I get close with the saw and I'm about to make contact when I hear Scott's voice. "Stiles? Charli?"   

"Scott?" Stiles and I simultaneously call back. 

He comes in and sees us in, what looks like trying to mutilate Derek's body. 

"What the hell are you guys doing?" He interrogates. 

I turn off the saw and put it down and back away from the table, while Stiles let's go of Derek and sighs in relief. 

"You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles relieves.

"Do you have it?" Derek asks weakly. 

Scott digs into his pockets and pulls out a bullet, then hands it to Derek. Derek takes it and examines it. His steel blue eyes staring it down. 

"What are you gonna do with it?" I ask him. 

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna--" he suddenly faints and drops the bullet. 

Scott and Stiles slide for the bullet while I jump over them and catch Derek's head before it can hit the ground. I'm not sure why I saved him when moments ago I wanted to kill him for threatening Stiles, but here I am. Supporting his head while Stiles and Scott try to get the bullet out of the floor drain. 

"C'mon Derek, wake up!" I cry out as I pat his face. 

"Oh God, I think he's dead!" Stiles announces as he comes over and checks on Derek. 

"Scott, c'mon!" I holler.

"I'm trying!" He shouts back.

I pat Derek's face again one more time. "C'mon you son of a bitch! Don't you die on us! We made it this fucking far!" I yell at Derek's unmoving body.

Finally, Scott comes over to us with the bullet in-between his claws cheering, "I got it!" 

I lay Derek down gently, then I get in front of him. "I've been wanting to do this all day…" I quietly say to him. 

I make a fist, whined it all the way back, and give Derek a strong left hook, waking him up. When he wakes up, Scott hands him the bullet and Stiles and I help Derek up. He supports himself on the metal table and pulls the top off with his teeth and empties it out on the table. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and burns it. He scoops the remains into his hand and presses them into the disgusting wound on his left arm. He screams from the pain then falls to the floor, continuing to be in pain. The three of us back up and watch in shock as the wound starts to heal itself.

"That. Was. Awesome! Yes!" Stiles comments, making Scott and I look at him. 

Derek finally gets up. "Are you okay?" Scott asks. 

"Except for the agonizing pain?" Derek retorts. 

"Guessing the use of sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles comments. 

Derek gives Stiles a death glare, then starts taking the rubber strand off. 

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? An--and if you don't, I'm going back to Allison's dad and I'm going to tell him everything a--" Derek cuts Scott off. 

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" 

"Well why not? They're a lot fucking nicer than you are!" Scott argues back. 

"Yeah, I can show you how nice they are…" Derek scoffs. 

"What do you mean?" Scott asks...

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[alex-baebae]

Pieces of honor

Chapter 3

Many guys have been knocked out. I don’t know what time it is. “Choi vs Li” the announcement for him “good luck” I tell him smiling, he smiles me back. The fight between them was rough but Seunghyun seemed to be the one who was controlling the situation, suddenly his opponent fell.

That was the first day of the exam, now we are in a special formation. They will give us new instructions in no time, I was next to Seunghyun. “So tomorrow, you will fight with the guys next to you, only the half will be here, you can leave now”. Seunghyun looks at me immediately trying to say something, I just put my hand on his arm “let’s go” I say walking towards our car.

...

“Ahj” Seunghyun complains “it hurts” I chuckle “of course it hurts! My lovely child look what they have done to you!” Miss Liu exclaims angry. We are sitting on the big couch of the Mansion's living room, I keep cleaning my face by myself “my little princess, I can do that” she says worried about my reddish face (you know there is blood mixed with ethyl alcohol) “no, I can do it Miss Liu… better help Seunghyun, he cannot reach his back” I try to smile with my broken lips.

12pm… I’m about to go to the bed “fuck that guy really punched me hard” I say looking at my face through the big mirror on my wall, someone knocks the door. I open it “Seunghyun” I whisper, he enters quickly.

“What are you doing here? You have to rest” I give him a non-sense look “not gonna fight you tommorow” he looks into my eyes locking the door behind him “you have to! I mean we have to!” he says nothing “I don’t want to, but we have to” I add. Then I sit on my bed “but, I can’t… I… I just cannot do anything in order to hurt you” he explains “Seunghyun you know how this works, you cannot change the rules” I say before looking down thinking about my next steps “I’ll renounce then, I cannot let you do such a thing” I say firmly “but your father, your mother what about them?” he says kneeling next to me “I’ll have more opportunities but you…” he interrupts me “you’ll dishonor them”.

I want so badly to have Seunghyun by side, this is the only way… it doesn’t matter what my parents say, after all, he is the only one who I feel less miserable with.

As I told you first, I have confidence problems since I was a child, plus now that I’m an adult for my parents.... I know all the things they do for money… I just can’t carry on by myself. I need someone, maybe I’m depressed.

“Seunghyun, better leave, someone can hear us” I say trying to escape from making decisions “how many times have we been doing this? We haven’t gotten caught” he insists to be here, I can’t think well. “Sorry” is all I can say, he smiles and caress my cheeks “I have to tell you something important” he says now holding my hands “I’m...” he’s hesitating “I can’t fight you tomorrow because... I’m so fucking in love with you”.

I'm surprised as hell. I mean, it's not like I had not feelings for him, but I have been forcing myself to see him as a friend. I was worried to show him my feelings, he could reject me and I would be alone again, I don’t want to be alone as I have told you.

"I shouldn't have told you that" he says, I'm still quiet "I'm leaving" he walks towards my dorm's door "where do you go?" I shut the door which was been barely open by him, I kiss him, he holds me and returns the kiss.

"Ouch!" My lips hurt, again some blood is on them "sorry, I was so excited" he is nervous as hell "sleep with me" I asked him kissing his jaw "N-no, someone can hear us" he has his hands over my waist "so, are you afraid of it?" I tease him a little "yes, your father will tear me up in seconds" I laugh "come on! He will not do it" I kiss again the both sides of his jaws "I'm not afraid of what he could do to me, but surely I will not be able to see you again" I kiss this time his lips.

"Do to really are scared of that?" he lifts me "of course" he peppers kisses all over my neck "I have been in love so much time that, I cannot be away from you anymore" he adds "neither" I whisper.

"Then let's sleep at your place" I suggest "at my...?" He seems confused "if someone see us they'll think that I was the one looking for your love, not vice versa" he chuckles "please" I hug him tighter "my bed is not comfortable" he says "I don't mind" I say "I must leave now, see you tomorrow... My beloved one" he kisses my forehead.

I let him leave, as soon as I hear his door being closed, I walk towards my window, his dorm is not so far. I climb quickly and I get into his room, he was laying down, his eyes closed "someone could have killed you" I comment.

I don't let him respond, I attack his lips before he can even open his eyes "you are stubborn as a mule" he says between the wet kisses, he places his hands over my waist, his thumbs caressing my skin.

"I bet you like it" kisses again, now his hands touching all over my back, he reaches my neck and holds it to make me be closer to him "yeah, I didn't locked the door, but you surprised me as always" we smash or lips again, a small taste of iron is in our mouths I guess my lips are bleeding

"Let's stop, your lips are going to be all red in the morning" I smile "don't want to" I remove his shirt, he only smiles like me "have you.... Did this with another person?" He's nervous I can notice it "have I had time?" I remove my shirt, I have no bra on, he immediately blushes "no".

That was true, I mean we have been together almost 24/7 all the highschool. We assisted to the same school, sometimes the same classes, we did our homework together, the same basketball club, and my mom's trainings after school... Well we hadn't any time for 'love'.

"Well... Let's just follow the 'instructions' of our bodies" I kissed him again "I have read about this and you know...maybe you have too" while he's speaking, I took his pants off. "Let me take care of you this time" he added "you are the most injured of the both of us" I chuckle "then, do what you want".

I sit in front of him, my legs are spread, he’s closer and closer. He kisses all my body while I touch my clit as when I’m alone pleasing me, he sucks my breasts as I moan with every single touch if his hands. I lay on his bed, he climbs onto me kissing my shoulders "you're so beautiful" he whispers in my ear before he licks my earlobe "Seunghyun" I caress his back with my both hands and his legs with my feet.

He takes off my underwear, he kisses around my wetness, suddenly he licks from down to up my pussy "Seunghyun" I moan his name again, he keeps licking me with his warm tongue, I'm getting wetter. Suddenly he sucks hard my clit causing me to lift my hips to increase the contact of his mouth to my skin.

"Maybe you will like this" he turns me around, now I'm on my knees. My legs wide spread for him, he starts to eat me out again, more moans come from my throat, my legs quiver.

Seunghyun puts a finger inside me "does it hurt?" His fingers are bigger than mine I can feel it well, my pussy tights around his index finger asking for more stimuli "it feels good" he puts another one, of course it stretches me more than my two fingers I used to put in when I was needy "give me a second" I say. It hurts only a little but I want to give time to my muscles to enjoy it more. Meanwhile he’s licking my butthole and touching my clit waiting for my instructions.

I move my hips thrusting me with his fingers, he instantaneously moves them rapidly "oh, that's great" I encourage him to don't stop. "Fuck you taste so well" he turns me around again I keep my legs spread, he's intense glance is on me, he makes eye contact and sucks his fingers looking at me all the time.

Maybe he is lying, maybe he had done this with other girls and I don't blame him because some days I wanted to do it as well. He is now between my legs "can I?" I smile, I have done it with dildos, and vibrators but not with a man. So the confidence I had before starts to disappear "sure" he moved a little "is it inside?" he asked me "no it is not" I smile "shit I believed I did it correctly" I laugh now.

"You seemed to be experienced" he laughs as well "I told you that I haven't done this before" he kisses my cheek "so where have you learn what you did before" I asked curious "one day you left open an article about how to masturbate on your laptop and... you know I remember well many things" my face is all red, fortunately the light of the garden only barely illuminated us.

"Then in that web site was another article about how to masturbate a woman, and I read it of course" I laugh hard "really?" I ask "yes, I thought you liked that page a lot because there were many tabs of them opened" l kiss him "so, you have been planning to fuck with me all this time, haven't you mister Seunghyun?" he gets embarrassed "maybe..." he laughs "to tell the truth, I thought that if someday I could have this opportunity... I wanted to make you feel good".

I took his sex in my hands "wanna know what I've learned in that articles?" I joke, he chuckles "next time, baby" he puts my hands asides my head. He takes his member to be sure this time he's going to not fail, he enters slowly I moan "are you alright?" He asks me worried "yes" he goes deeper "ugh!" I moan grabbing his shoulders "I'll stop" he says. I put my legs around his waist. "No, I guess my dildos are not this big". When I was buying my toys on line, I was worried of insert big shit in me, I guess that fear is normal, so I bought the slender and smaller ones.

Seunghyun gets more embarrassed and laughs "well, that's new" he comments "hey, try to move now" I ask, he did as I said, one of his hands reaches my clit, I soon start to feel nice. Our bodies are sweating, our breaths are crashing into each other's skin, soon I felt my orgasm being built, his name is all I'm able to say...

More updates, I will always love y'all!! ❤️

I'm busy, university is getting more difficult. However I'll do my best to update in less time 💞

Love,

Alex

[bleeding-antlers]

Me, I’m Not Myself Anymore

Trigger Warning; - minor/major injures (descriptive) - violence - major character death

Character(s); - Original Male Character (Just a random dude) - Psychopath!Bedbanana (Referred as Tanner) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19479043

A violent swing to someone's neck was all that Tanner needed right now. The sweet release of destructiveness from having blood spilled all over the floor or on his hands was a great need as his stress was all under his skin, crawling at his throat and emotions with the feel of irritation and frustration bottling up in his chest.

It was a night that didn’t go as planned. Everything seemed to crash on top of Tanner’s head, making him work harder and harder until his breaking point. He needed something to calm down. Whether or not he could take the easy way by just working out in the gym, go outside for a jog, play video games, or talk with friends, but he thought the sight of blood being smeared on a knife or bat was his only option.

It hadn't just started with a bloody site in his living room, he was a busy man even before the violent outcome he's done. He had errands to finish, a book to read and a song from Andrew's playlist to listen on repeat, but of course that all cut short when madness spewed inside his brain, letting in a psycho, crazy feeling to Tanner's day.

He managed to finally tick, his vision being blurred with redness and his hands had a mind of their own. He wasn't in-control of his body. The amount of pure hatred and vicious thoughts that ran into his head was abnormal for the guy. Even if playing games had made him play that part of a crazy killer, it never really meant he wanted to do harm to other people. Yet, he was bloodthirsty. A man who wanted to see blood spilled upon his hands.

His first victim was someone he spotted at a bar he went to, seeing as it was the easiest to approach someone and catch them off guard in a busy environment. It took some patience, but with steady conversations and Tanner’s charming looks being easily portrayed towards the boy, which had told him his name; Quentin, was one of his deadly ways of letting the other trust Tanner.

With a slip of some powdered substance that he spilled in the others drink when he had turned away to watch a dancer, he finally got his victim.

All it was now, for Tanner to convince the drugged victim to come to his house. It was easy, since the man’s head was all clouded within seconds of nonsense and the feeling of being extremely intoxicated was especially overtaking the boy.

Tanner raised the mask that hid his identity when Quentin began growing conscious from the substance that Tanner had slipped into the man's drink at the bar. He had a wide, twisted smirk laying on his lips, hidden away from his hostage when the man finally focused on Tanner with his eyes quickly widening. The mask was handmade by one of his trusty friends. It was a cat mask, almost like his icon everyone sees on his social media but more so in a Japanese-esc style.

“O-oh, God.. What’s happening? Who are you!?”

The other was shaking like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm almost instantly, his voice was high with fear as his eyes roamed around the room and back at Tanner, though not before a quick glance down to Tanner’s weapon in his hand.

Tanner didn’t say anything, only standing there with the bat lifting and falling into the palm of his other hand, in a threatening but also fun manner. His eyes were filled with anticipation for what was going to happen.

The amount of blood he’ll be seeing and the sound of a cracking skull was thrilling to him that he couldn’t wait, but… at first, he wanted to tease the hostage, just for a little bit.

He approached Quentin in the chair, which of course got him riling up, he kept pleading towards Tanner, wanting him to spare his life even if it was too late to say that. Tanner already caught him, like a fly in a spider’s web, and even if he managed to get his sanity back, he still wouldn’t let Quentin go.

That’s risky.

Tanner stopped playing with the bat, pushing it out of his other hand’s palm and raised it, getting a reaction from Quentin as he flinched and whimpered, though Tanner didn’t dare hit him yet. He put down the baseball bat against the chair that Quentin was trapped in.

Instead, Tanner moved to grab a cloth that was lying on the floor. Before he would abuse the boy, he needed to shut him up. He didn’t want his neighbours hearing the commotion of screams in his house, so he wrapped the cloth around Quentin’s mouth, acting as a gag.

Before he could even wrap the piece of cloth around the boy’s face, he tried biting Tanner’s fingers.

“Ow-ah, hey! Now, now, Quentin… that’s not very nice,”

Tanner chuckled under the mask he wore, ruffling the others hair before forcing the others head back with him pulling at the blond locks, and stuffing the cloth into Quentin’s mouth.

He accidentally pushed too far since Quentin gagged, making Tanner pull back.

"Oh, so sorry, baby~ didn’t mean to do that. Not yet at least."

As if Tanner wanted to go easy on the poor lad. Even if what Tanner had heard from the bar about Quentin's life, he seemed like a chill guy, maybe too chill, but that didn't matter anymore.

Quentin whimpered into the cloth that was balled up in his mouth.

"Okay… Don't you dare spit that out, you fucking got it?" He threatened with a finger pointing at Quentin, close to his face and wiggling, "you don't want to make me angry, do you?"

There was no response from the boy, other than a teardrop going down his cheek and a muffled sob being heard.

That's all what Tanner wanted. To see someone scared out of their mind for their life. It was riling him up that the pressure of finally seeing bloodshed was rising up too much, he was basically bouncing up and down.

Going back over to his coffee table where lied multiple objects such as knives and some brass knuckles that he stole from his friend, Jared's place. Tanner hummed a song, a happy, child-like song that made his toe tap on the wooden floor as he contemplated on what weapon he wanted to use. Eventually, he grabbed a small kitchen knife, one to use for cutting steak. A chuckle was heard from Tanner as he raised the sharp object to his peripheral view and began walking back towards his hostage.

That's when Quentin started squirming in the chair. With all his might, he tried escaping his abuser, though the ropes that hugged his wrists, chest and legs were tightly tied, so tight that the ropes were almost able to cut circulation.

Tanner waved the knife in front of his victim, glistening from his lamp shining against the sharp point of the weapon.

He went closer to Quentin's skin, the tip dipping slightly into his cheek as he gently scraped the edge of the knife down the boys face, down to his neck and chest. It wasn't pushed far enough to make Quentin bleed, only to rattle the other. “ You are so pretty, Quentin… Too bad I’ll have to torture you.” The steak knife finally punctured through skin at the edge of his torso, on his side just below the ribs, the first layer being broken and the blood cells trying to protect the open wound but spewing out of the indented cut mark. Tanner noticed the instant shock that Quentin went through, his face turning pale as a ghost and his eyes becoming red with hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto his chest. A sharp, muffled scream escaping his throat from the throbbing sensation of having a knife being inside him.

A chuckle was breathed out and Tanner lifted up the knife, only to drag it to a different spot, this time, the blade’s tip cutting through until he found a good spot to forcefully prick the knife into the other side. It was a rough impact, more blood dripping out and fully covering Tanner’s weapon.

Cries were the only sounds in the room, which started to bother Tanner, pulling out his knife and threatening at Quentin’s Adam's apple, an animistic growl coming out of his mouth.

“Oh my god, can’t you just stay quiet? You’re so annoying with your fucking crying and shit …” He muttered under gritted teeth, “ Fuck. Here, hold onto this,” and with that, Tanner placed the knife into Quentin’s leg, letting it pierce through the tough layers and letting it stick out without him holding it, even though he did demand him to do so..  The other screamed, his face turning now greenish, becoming sick from the pain and his bloody sides and leg.

Tanner walked away from his hostage, his back away from the other for a few minutes as he went to his home speaker, his phone being clicked into the aux cord so he could blast some music out-loud, only to drown out Quentin's annoying, girlish, screams. Oh! He almost forgot, he needed to listen to Andrew's new playlist. Guess now is the best time for it, so with going into Spotify and clicking on the saved playlist, he shuffled it, letting whatever was the first song to automatically play. Knowing the classic rock song that was playing, he hummed to the beat, his gaze becoming more narrow as he looked over at his victim, seeing the mess of his facial expression. He was already losing conscious. Wow, what a weakling. Before he even approached Quentin again, he went back to the coffee table, picking out a bigger weapon than the steak knife, as the little, sharp, object wasn't really pleasing him as much. Fingers dancing along the blade's sharper side. This was all fun and games, his grin was wide, cheeky and malicious.

Cutting closer to Quentin again, he kept the knife in his leg, letting it stick there.

"Wow! What a good boy you are, you didn't drop the knife!" He chirped excitedly, talking in a baby-like tone. His fingers walking from the machete and up to Quentin's hair, running his slender, soft fingers in the wavy locks before gripping at them again, "you better stay with me, dear, I'm not done messing with you yet."

A ghosting whine interrupted his hearing after the short song stopped and went on to queue up the next upcoming one. Tanner inched away from Quentin, his hand no longer on top of his head and the Kukri machete scraping against the boy's forearm, the long, slightly bent weapon managed to not scratch the bare arm, until Tan went down to the man's fingers, the broad tip, scratching Quentin's knuckles. Clearly, Quentin was clenching his hands into fists, but that certainly didn't stop Tanner from gripping with his other hand at the boy's fingers, letting them spread out on the chair's arm.

"Look at those finger's of yours..." He purred, his head tilting to the side in fake awe before he held onto the pinkie and slashed the digit off, a thump being heard as it fell to the floor, blood spraying and spewing out of the now missing finger, "too bad you're losing them~" and with that, Quentin gagged, threatening to throw up due to the amount of panic and pain going through his system, but he was weak. He had no strength anymore. He couldn't even cry. Tanner began cutting off the rest, starting over with the thumb and working back to the ring finger.

With nothing being on Quentin's right hand anymore, he continued to do the rest on the other hand, though, with Quentin fidgeting for the last time in awhile, urging him to stop, he grew irritated again, finally infuriating him to an extent and cutting the entire hand off. This made blood spill more blood spraying onto his already bloody shirt and mask. The red substance was everywhere now. A growing puddle forming under the chair that Quentin was strapped in.

Quentin was finally giving in, his eyes were white, rolling back, and turning lifeless, his face was pale as ever and his body now limping from the extended suffering he had to endure, but Tanner wasn't done. He wasn't complete yet. He still needed more blood. More blood to splatter everywhere.

"Jeez, hold tight for one more moment, Quentin."

Tanner rolled his eyes under his mask. This guy really couldn't last that long, but honestly, Tanner never really inquired to actually kidnap someone and torture them. It was his first.

The knife in Quentin's leg was finally pulled out, and it was certainly held in his leg for a really long time as it took a few tugs to have it free again, it was stiff and covered in disgusting substances, but that didn't stop him from abruptly slashing at his thorax, a bunch of stabbing marks being made at the middle of Quentin's chest, repeatedly being forced into his skin until his arms became tired and let the knife drop out of his hand and onto the floor.

A big exhale was made from Tanner, catching his breath for a quick second before finally reaching out for the bat that was knocked down due to the commotion of Quentin moving a lot. The bat had already been covered in gooey redness, the liquid dripping down and onto the gripper as Tanner lifted it up. 

"You know ... It was nice meeting you, Quentin. You were such a fun guy. I hope you don't haunt my place though after I kill you."

He teased, though it didn't really get recognized by the other as he was already fading from existence.

So, it was finally time to end this. With Tanner raising the bat into a ready position that batter's go into to his ball, he swung the metal sports object at the other's head, instantly knocking out Quentin with a large thud at the cranium. A cracking sound finally blissfully filling Tanner's ears as he hit the now lifeless persons head again. And again. And Again...

After being out of breath, and bones sticking out of the boy's head, the brain being slightly shown on the side, he called it quits. Letting the bat down, with a tired sigh.

"Goodnight .. Quentin. " He muttered under his breath, his mask being lifted off of his face and placed on Quentin's lap, letting the bloody cat mask stay put there as he went over to the speaker once again, picking up his phone with bloody, dripping fingers as he dialed a number; a familial number.

"Hey! Lawlman, yeah, I have some cleaning I need you to help me with."

[unkorkd]

This a follow up to my earlier entry here (click the link) which I addressed [currently active] kinky & and alternative couples. I covered the dangers that can affect certain relationship styles where the focus is shifted unequally to one partner’s needs. In contrast, this piece is written to engage those of you who would like to dip your toes into swinging (aka The Lifestyle) for the very first time. Since I’m backing up my laptop at the moment I figured this would be a great opportunity to write as I await my status bar to signal a fresh and new beginning.

FRESH…AND…NEW…

…which is a fitting metaphor [or better yet] segue to the topic that I would like to discuss: “First Timers”. Yes, the curious, indecisive, horny recruits that are anxiously seeking a little variety to shake up a relationship or quenching a thirst for an encounter with the same sex.

As a representative and veteran in the Lifestyle, I sincerely apologize to all newcomers for the overall snoozefest that swinging has become which is partially owned by the experienced creepy elitists demanding that you must bend to their every whim; coveting an “old club” code that should’ve expired long ago. Responsibility also falls into the lap of you hesitant newbie types, ghosting and catfishing people, nonetheless armored with a fortress of rules. Foremost, the blame (shamefully) falls in the hands of men, ourselves, overpopulating the community and it’s web forums with unrequested dick pix, disrespectful comments, and embarrassing immaturity.

It seems people have abandoned all proper etiquette and social skills that we would demonstrate (hopefully) when dating in the real world. I mean do people evacuate all manners and common sense when they log on to the web? People, please understand that communication, consideration, politeness, and responsiveness is key when it comes to the elements that are essential to spark a potential soiree, friendship, or fuck buddy-esque type of deal.

The new condition of this community is nothing like the 2002 – 2007 era that I was introduced to in my twenties. There was high energy and a plethora of young eager motherfuckers that just couldn’t keep it in their pants/panties….loved it. The girl I was dating back then was equally new to this whole scene so we were a perfect match when it came to our ambition for pursuing new bed buddies. The swinging population was fascinating. We were mesmerized by new sleazy web destinations offering free porn and personal ads such as Rude, Adultfriendfinder, Privateblackcouples, Xvideo, Fling, and Pornhub. They were brand new and people felt they had found the right outlet to allow their fantasies to materialize. Once Facebook exploded onto the market it crushed every other social network with its aptness to accommodate private niche interest groups….this is likely when the culture became diluted.

I assume that is enough foreshadowing so let’s get to the whole point of this post. Here are several suggestions that have been useful in my adventures: 1) Upload some pictures of yourself on here and any other site you like to frequent; face pix are a gem*.

2) If you’re a couple it’s advantageous to let your girlfriend lead the way. She’ll ease the process of meeting new people…everyone loves women. Remember that pussy and money rules the world. Even when my girl and I hit the club together I usually don’t have to do much talking…she approaches, she introduces, and then I entertain.

3) Introduce yourself appropriately (nuff said).

4) When you’re having a convo online with other people be responsive and open. Discuss what you want i.e. limitations, expectations, kinks, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, and schedules.

5) Back to photos…if you are a couple make sure you upload pics of you both. Full body pix are preferable. I have never seen a picture of a close-up genital and thought “damn, I want to fuck that.” I don’t know what it is attached to, and by the way, single guys/girls, potential dates most definitely prefer the same consideration from you. When those are the only available pics of you it raises suspicions that you’re trying to mislead people.

6) VIDEO CHAT BEFORE AGREEING TO MEET WITH SOMEONE. THOSE PIX THEY SENT YOU CAN BE OLD.

7) DO NOT SET-UP PLANS WITH PEOPLE AND THEN FLAKE WITHOUT GIVING THEM A FRIENDLY SHOUT TO SAY “I’M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT.”

Newbie’s, with that being said I offer a warm welcome, the best of luck, and a sincere motivator to make the most of your journey and last but definitely not least; fuck the shit out of ‘em, Rookies. Later.

[spideyxchelle]

Could you write something were some racist media articles start to judge MJ and she gets super depressed but refuses to tell Peter about it

nothing brings me more acute joy than MJ being a bamf, inspirational woman. but, its true, sometimes forward thinking women get jerked around by the media and dumb people on the internet. 

things MJ really enjoys: being a professional badass on a national level. 

things that exhaust MJ: racists, homophobes, transphobes, xenophobes, misogynists, and misandrists. the list goes on. basically any person who thinks they are better than anyone else. because, y’all, everybody was born equal. 

and that is what MJ’s books are about. she started writing editorials about equality and privilege when she was in college. and then she caught some traction online for a few of her pieces. which turned into a full-time job at The New Yorker. which led to her compiling some of her best pieces into a book. which led to another book. and another. and now she’s become a bit of a stable in the fight for intersectional feminism. 

a real 21st century Gloria Steinem. 

but that kind of media attention means that the world can be kind of shitty to her because society has people who aren’t ready for boss-ass women to run shit. and a boss-ass black woman??? please. racists and misogynists are everywhere. its so sad. but she’s fighting the good fight.

and usually stuff doesn’t get to her. she has a good base of people around her, keeping her happy and well-adjusted. but there is the rare case where her work is critiqued and she feels it. really feels it in her gut.

and the time that really gets her is when a breitbart-esque site makes a list of 25 Times Michelle Jones-Parker Acted Ghetto AF. and the article is mean. its mean af. it calls her every name in the book. makes fun of her looks because apparently only white blond women are pretty and WTF KIND OF NONSENSE?? says the most racist things she’s ever read on the internet. makes fun of her husband, says the Stark Industry tycoon and protégé of Tony Stark has a fetish. yea. a fetish. its like every, horrible thing the internet has ever said about black women in one foul swoop. 

and it only gets worse. because it goes viral. it goes viral at first for the right reasons. her supporters, people on the left, progressives outcry about how horrible this article is, how dehumanizing it is, how fucking terrible racists are. but then other racists see it. and it gets shared even more. it turns nastier. the comments up-the-anti. 

her entire twitter feed is about this article. and not good things. 

and it hurts her so much but she finds she doesn’t wanna bring anyone else into it. especially peter. because what could he do anyway? besides, it belongs to the internet now. and the internet is written in permanent ink. all it would serve to do would be to upset him. and he’s got a lot on his plate as it is. because he’s Spider-man and a tech mogul. 

no need to burden him. 

and peter doesn’t spend that much time on the internet. so she expects it’ll blow over before he even sees it. 

no such luck. 

he comes barreling through their front door after work a few days after the video goes viral. she’s sitting on their couch drafting her next book. and he webs the laptop closed.

she shrieks, “what the fuck, Peter?” he tosses a print-out of the article on her lap. “why didn’t you tell me?” and she almost argues that she’s never seen it before. but he has her comment on the article circled in red. so there is no way she could deny it. 

and instead of getting her back up, saying she could handle it….she bursts into tears. because she’s tough, sure, but she’s not an island. things gets to her. and millions of people making fun of her, criticizing her marriage, hating her for nothing more than the color of her skin and her gender is devastating. 

peter’s face crumbles and whatever he was planning to say to her flies out the window. he brushes her laptop aside and pulls her into his lap. and touching him makes it 1000% worse because whatever she’s been keeping inside about this is impossible to keep at bay around peter. he opens her up. he always has. 

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asks again, even softer and more loving. she hiccups some more tears into his shoulder, “i didn’t wanna hurt you.” “baby,” he kisses her forehead, “you going through this alone? hurts me.” 

“every time i feel like i’m making a difference,” MJ cries, “stuff like this happens. and how can i make a difference where there is so much hate in the world?” peter shakes his head and cups her face in his hands, “you are a freakin’ superhero, MJ. what I do is nothing compared to you. I stop escalated violence….and sometimes aliens,” he jokes, “but you change hearts and minds and work toward a world where violence isn’t even an answer. you’re my hero. and don’t let small minded people on the internet make you feel small.” 

they spend the whole night wrapped up in each other’s arms. and MJ falls asleep in the circle of his arms with Star Wars playing in the background. 

when she wakes up the next morning she checks her twitter and her feed is filled with an outpour of love for her with the hashtag #mysuperhero

it takes her a bit of time to find where the hashtag originates. 

and then, she looks on her husband’s rarely used twitter and finds a video. MJ is asleep in Peter’s arms in the video. and she knows its from the night before. “hi internet. my name is, uh, Peter Parker. and I’m really lucky to be married to my wife, Michelle Jones-Parker.” she sees him take a deep breath, the way he always does before he starts one of his silly, heroic speeches, “in the last week or so, apparently the internet thought it was cool to be shitty about my wife. to those of you supporting her through all of this, thanks. for those of you adding to the vitriol and hate that the original article childishly spewed..I’ve got one thing to say to you: hate loses. always. she’s a freakin’ superhero. who preaches love and equality. if this was a movie….she would be the protagonist fighting against adversity and evil. and she would win. but since this isn’t a movie, all i’ll say is this. she’s my superhero. so the internet can kindly fuck off.” 

peter is in the kitchen making breakfast when she finds him. she knocks her hip against his, “you got preachy on twitter.” he flips a pancake, “it was that or use Stark tech to shut down that stupid site and every single horrible person’s twitter permanently.” she laughs and he smiles, continuing, “but that felt a bit extreme.” “a bit,” she agrees. 

the following day she gets sent a link what feels like a hundred times for Buzzfeed’s article 17 Times Michelle Jones-Parker and Peter Parker Made Us Believe In Real Love. and she shows this list to peter right away. 

[lorainelaneyblog]

This is God, and this is a brief conversation which took place when Loraine Laney was at the shelter, Cornerstone Women’s Shelter, at Metcalfe and O’Connor.

‘This is [ ] calling, from Cornerstone Women’s Shelter,’ said a woman.

‘Hello,’ said a male supervisor.

‘I want to report some goings on here, please,’ she said.

‘Oh? What is it?’ he said. ‘Something serious? It sounds serious.’

‘I think it is,’ she said.

‘What is it then, please?’

‘There is a conspiracy against one of the women.’

‘Oh, I see,’ and, honestly, Loraine, he almost laughed. But he said, ‘Oh, okay, now that doesn’t sound good.’

‘It’s true,’ said she. 

‘Well, explain, please.’

‘I didn’t think you’d want to hear,’ she said.

‘Oh, I do,’ he said. ‘And I may have to go to a higher up with it, so I’m starting to record the conversation.’

At this, she balked a little. She said, ‘I don’t want to be implicated,’ mistaking her expression, really meaning she didn’t want to be caught ratting someone out.

‘I understand. Do you want to stop here? I know who you are still, because you said your name. It doesn’t mean it will be used though.’

‘Oh, okay,’ she said.

‘Yes, then? I’m pressing record.’

‘Yes, then,’ said she.

He presses record, and then asks, quite formally, ‘Was there something you wanted to say or report, Mrs. [ ]?’

‘Yes, I work for the Salvation Army, and I have noticed women, employed women gossiping, gossiping, about a certain woman, who is a prostitute, they never fail to mention, with her, though it is known, in shelters, because of mental health, that many women are prostitutes.’ She paused.

‘Go on.’

‘They talk about how many condoms she takes,’ she said. ‘They talk about how often she goes out, they talk about her drug use and drinking, they talk about--and everyone--well, not everyone, but many women who use, end up in, shelters, use drugs. In fact, and I’m not too proud of myself, but I’m older, and I was a stickler for the rules, in fact I bent the rules, exonerating her, expelling her, I mean, for three hours, for a single beer can, which she, following the rules, turned in to me.’

‘Oh, that’s honest,’ he said.

‘And further, wait, there’s more,’ she continued. ‘They throw people’s blankets away into the laundry when they have been away past curfew, and sometimes they decide to place them in the kitchen, and give away their bed to someone else, and other times, they decide not to, and then, either way, they laugh about the inconvenience to the woman.’

‘Oh, oh my,’ he said. ‘They would never do such a thing in a men’s shelter.’

‘Oh, really?’ she said. ‘I thought it was policy, or something, how should I know, old woman, what’s right? Right? And they did this to her, and then they really laughed because guess what?’

‘What?’

‘Someone, one of the miserly staff members had noticed that she had carefully gone, down to the laundry, and rewashed all of her issued blankets. Nobody does that, and I mean nobody, I mean maybe she has allergies or something. And, further,’ she continued, ‘they noticed that she had been using a nice, puffy, sweater, instead of the issued pillow, which are very dusty, I will have you know, so maybe it was allergies, inside the pillow case, and they laughed because they stole it. Funny.’

‘Oh, my God,’ he said. 

And she said, ‘I know you think I’m just a funny, old, woman, silly, and stupid, probably, but these things really struck me. And I would, further, like to say, that I was ashamed by my own behaviour, and decided to do something to make it right. I didn’t like her face. She has an annoying face. She looks like a boy, and she’s extremely sexual.’

‘That’s very honest, and I thank you for that.’

‘But wait, there’s more.’

‘Some of the women will walk around naked or half naked,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why, but she was one. Naked. Buck naked.’

‘Maybe that not right, though,’ he said. ‘The men do that a little. They say it’s because they don’t want to bring a towel into the dirty bathroom. Is that right?’

‘Well, that could be right,’ she said. ‘There was a European girl here at the same time, doing that, as well as a black woman, but they hunted her one night, and then laughed about it. We are not supposed to enter their rooms without permission, but the woman reported to others that she followed her in there to rail upon her over her nudity.’

‘She unlocked the door?’ he asked.

‘She did. She said she did. And they steal too. Food. And I know she does this, that particular staff member, because I’ve seen it. I have.’

‘Ohh,’ he said. 

‘So what do you think?’ she asked. ‘Do we take this higher?’

‘Ohh. Yess. We must,’ he says.

And this is what happens next. He thanks her profusely, and asks if he may name her in the report.

‘Written?’ she says.

‘Yes, I have to write it up.’

‘Can I just say one more thing?’

‘Yes.’

‘They also bragged about something else. This was some weeks later. They bragged about calling the paramedics and the police on her.’

‘For what?!’ he said.

‘Well,’ she said. ‘This is what struck me about that.’

‘What’s that?’ he said.

‘Nothing,’ she said.

‘Oh. Well, not something?’

‘Well, this is why they were bragging,’ she explained. ‘About six women claimed to be involved in harassing her, when she was sick.’

‘Oh, she was sick?’ he asked.

‘She was,’ she said. ‘She said that she was too sick to move rooms, at the moment. She never refused to do it, apparently, but, for the moment, she was too sick. And they called the paramedics. And, this you will not believe, but one of the older members of the staff, assaulted her, and bragged about it.’

‘What the hell? How?’

‘Well, it wasn’t officially--’ she said.

‘Officially?’

‘It wasn’t officially an assault, she said,’ the woman explained.

‘Oh,’ he said, laughing ruefully. ‘How unofficial was it?’

‘She shoved a piece of furniture in a very small room, quite hard, she bragged, and she’s not a small woman,’ the woman explained.

‘Well,’ he clarified, ‘she’s very tall?’

‘At the risk of giving her away,’ she confirmed, ‘she’s VERY tall.’

‘Oh, I see. Is she a social worker?’

‘I’m just going to say it,’ she said. 'She’s the accountant.’

‘Okay, so this will seem small potatoes,’ he says. 'but do you wonder why the accountant was in a room? It seems diametrically opposed to her role there.’

‘Well, this is exactly what I thought. And they further bragged that they had used her name, her first name, “continuously.”’

‘Oh, I see.’

‘I wonder, at this juncture, if I’m getting through to you.’

And she wasn’t, Loraine. She wasn’t, fully. But, he still had to make a report, and file, with it, the recording. No, he didn’t fuck up the recording, he just wasn’t that smart, Loraine, and you could hear that in his syntax, couldn’t you? I know you could, because you said it, to me, God.

‘Yes, that’s what I thought, God.’

Why? says God.

‘I don’t know.’

Okay, well, try. Look back. You thought, you’re thinking, even to go to--’ says God.

‘Right.’

Say that.

‘To go to the question of why the accountant was in a woman’s room, in front of the informant, God. Was she hurt--’

--would have been the obvious question,’ finishes God. ‘But you’re not smart and you thought of the other one too, but you wouldn’t have wanted to, wanted to, at least, say it in front of the informant, right?’

‘Exactly, God.’

Okay, so, and other things?

‘The feigned, or even real, surprise.’

What do you think it was?

‘Feigned.’

Why?

‘They must do the same shit to men.’

Right. Right, Loraine. Exactly, exactly, exactly, exactly, exactly, that,’ says God.  ‘Like cops, social workers, front line social workers, especially, though others do it too, others, you don’t know, no, not them, others, that you know, and don’t know, do it too. No, not him. Excellent people, all, Loraine. All three, that is.

‘Oh, cool,’ says Loraine Laney.

She knows three cool people, in the world, four, says God. And they aren’t close, at least now. They’re not, Nelly. Loraine Laney, your precious, she will be, to you, wife, is alone in the world, though people, her [ ], especially, still find a multitude of ways to screw her, and this was one of those people. She. ha-ted. Loraine, from the minute, the second she walked into the office, and, it is true, Loraine, and she will get a little, quite, famous, from this, because that is her, her legit pho-to-graph. on. the. web. site., on the fucking, God speaking, Cornerstone website, because Nelly, she broke, bent, actually, the pins, the pins, Nelly, on a nightlight. And you know they are steel, says God. 

‘Oh, right. I failed to see the implications of bent,’ says Nelly.

Loraine, Laney, showed the night light to the police when they next came, to move Loraine to another bedroom, one day before she was scheduled to sign a lease on her new apartment, on that day, they turned off the hot water. And nothing. was. done. Nothing, Loraine. They were sort of nice, but they didn’t do any police work, Loraine, which is what, de. fac-to, the police, the po-lice, Loraine, says God, are. for., says God.

Further, God says, they, and Loraine Laney doesn’t know this, reported her to The Royal for saying she was sick when she wasn’t, when. she. wasn’t. And this is how THAT conversation went, Lo-raine.

‘Oh, I see,’ said the nurse. ‘That has been a problem with her.’

That, says God, she is NOT allowed to say, NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT. NOT., ALLOWED. TO. SAY. ~ GOD

They will say anything about Loraine, any. fucking. bullshit, which comes to their stupid, imbecilic minds, they will say, and cops do it too, Loraine, to poor people, to drug addicts, to stupid people, to weak people, to immigrants, to women, to anyone who might become victimized by the statement itself, they LOVE what they do to people, and that is unequivocal. ~ God

I would like to say, God, Loraine, briefly, and I realize I said this would be brief and then it wasn’t, but I didn’t think you felt like writing, since you smoked crack all day, but you are, because you are mostly, almost always, completely, completely, completely, obedient to me. Completely. So thank you. And, don’t say, she is humble, humbled by my gratitude, and even worried that she is not obedient enough, Loraine Laney, my new messiah, you’re welcome, say nothing, don’t laugh, don’t. even. laugh. So we go on.

I would like to say the following that that nurse can be described, yes, she knows, and that is why, despite her failings, kidding, yes, she knows they are doing it, but she likes you, and that’s it. She does nothing, but she is nice to you, yay her, and remembers your name, yay. 

That nurse, God is continuing, can be described in the following way, I will. describe. her., Loraine. And this is what it is, she is white, she is stupid, and she is a pain in the ass for all concerned, even, ostensibly, evils, who love, as you know the word, pesadas, they love them, Loraine, they eat. that. shit. up., says God.

And this is what I would say about her. She’s such an idiot that everybody stays out of her way, yes, they do. And she’s a psycho bitch from hell, and yes, she knows you. She worked on that ward, and she still works there now, there’s almost no patients, the rooms are only half full, but she still works, many have quit, and she’s frightened of losing her job, which everybody knows, but what everybody doesn’t know is that she smokes crack, Loraine, and she is, one of the stand out detractors of drug addicts, Loraine. 

(to be continued)

[ephemeralem0tions]

Hi! May I request a fic? Levi's tea stash was missing. He suspected Hanji but it was not her. They investigate the mystery of missing tea together. Maybe during canonverse? But it's totally up to you.

sorry it took a bit, I was challenged by your request yet at the same time had fun! I had to search for animals, tea, and the SNK Map in order to do this so I hope you like it! :D (PS. I snooped over your profile first because your doe of Levihan makes me high -why it took a while as well lol-)

Sleuthing for Lavender (LeviHan - Missing Tea)

Theme: Missing Tea and Detective

Rating: PG

Warning: Has curse words

It was one of the nights when Levi could not get any sleep more than two to three hours. He had been groggily padding through the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, and maneuvering through the dark. He had only hoped for one thing, his Lavender White tea which keeps him at bay during nights like these.

That specific kind of tea had been his favorite for the past three months. He had purchased it in Yalkell -the western bait town of wall Sina- when he had accompanied Erwin for a meeting with Darius Zackley a while back. He immediately knew he had to taste the tea after smelling the aroma of the tea leaves in the market. Although he lost a month’s worth of money to the damn overpriced merchant, he had no regrets once the sleepless nights came and the tea gave him adequate company.

He had tiptoed to open the highest cupboard and jumped only to reach dust which made him sneeze for a bit. He could get the jar even if his eyes were closed the day before, three days before, and a week before, and had left the jar in the same place where he’d put it always, so why was he getting nothing? The dust is another issue he took note of, he was sure to make someone clean it as soon as day breaks.

He ‘tsked’ and dragged a stool beside the counter so he could get a better look of the wooden cupboard. It had been placed there for his convenience according to Erwin’s order but he would not let anyone see that he was using it of course.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the webs and molds that formed inside the cabinet from not being cleaned properly. As if it wasn’t enough for him to see his greatest cleaning fears, his expensive tea was also gone.

His rage slowly rose up to him, determination firing up as well to find the culprit. No one would dare steal the Corporal’s tea. They knew they’d face hell if they touched any of his personal belongings, that’s why he was confident enough to leave a good deal of tea in the public kitchen. The jar was still enough to brew eight pots worth of tea, and he had to find it, for the sake of his solitude during the dark of the night.

He marched to the only culprit he thought of, the one who could also stay up late in the night and possibly use leaves for her personal benefit. He wasn’t sure if tea could bear any fruit to an experiment but if there is a person that could have defied him, it would be her.

“Nice to see you here Levi. Missed me?” she smiled at him although her eyes were slowly drooping from sleepiness. He hoisted her up the chair, grabbing her collar as she raised her hands up in retreat.

“Did you fucking steal my tea?” he asked her, clearly upset and angry at the situation.

“Tea has many benefits, it contains antioxidants, helps with weight loss and actually has the possibility to help with cancer-” his grip tightened which she fastly read as to stop blabbering about facts. “-but no, I did not steal your tea. You know I prefer coffee more than tea” he sighed and let her go.

“Better be sure you did not use my damn tea for one of your shitty experiments” he growled.

“As much as I would like to test it out, we all know Sawney, Bean, or any other titan has no interest as well for other food or any other living thing except humans” His frown started to be more prominent, as well as the lines that formed on his forehead from furrowing his eyebrows. “-but, I could help you find the culprit! Sleuthing would be fun at midnight” she clapped her hands in excitement.

“No” he responded immediately.

“Oh come on Levi! I need to take off my mind from my work for a bit so let me help please!” she was using her eyes again he thought. It did not look cute, but she knew he could not resist her eyes. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes.

“Tch. I could use that huge ass brain of your anyway” he crossed his arms on his chest while Hanji celebrated for a bit in front of him.

“Now lead me to the site of the crime!” she commanded.

“This is surprisingly clean” she announced while rummaging through the cupboard.

“clean for someone shitty like you” he scowled.

“No, what I mean was it was devoid of any trace of the culprit” she said closing the wooden cabinet doors with a bang which made him wince. “Whoever the culprit was is a master. There were no other finger prints except for the ones you left in the dust” she explained looking downwards.

“What the fuck?!” Levi growled in surprise as Hanji suddenly dropped to the floor. “Oi shitty glasses! Are you just shitting me?!” he hissed.

“Not at all. I’m trying to spot if he at least left foot prints or something we can use” She stood up twiddling a piece of Pine tree  leaf between her thumb and index finger. “Behold our first clue!” she looked at the leaf menacingly.

“This isn’t going to help us four eyes” he groaned snatching the leaf from her.

“Oh it is Levi! trust me” she gave him an assuring smile. “Based on the amount of dirt this leaf has, it had been carried on the foot of the culprit, straight from the forrest which holds pine trees-” He suddenly felt the urge to sanitize his hand after hearing that the leaf he held could have collected more than a thousand bacteria down the road. “-The nearest here is the east of the wall near Hermina”

“We’d have to take a horse going there” he groaned.

“Not if the culprit is close by-” she looked closer down the crevices of the leaf. She sled her fingers through, and collected a bit of dirt sample before feeling it between her fingers. “If you haven’t noticed, it rained for a bit approximately about an hour and a half ago. The dirt is not yet fully dried and crusty, meaning the culprit had only been here about twenty to thirty minutes ago”

She started to run and he followed her, silently complaining to himself why he let the mad woman join him in finding the tea thief. She was making her way to the main door of the old HQ where he was sure that mud would greet them. He hated the thought of his boots getting soiled, for all they know, it could’ve been a subordinate who decided to steal his tea as revenge for getting kicks square in the face. It could have been Eren, but that kid respected him way too much. It could have been Oluo as well, if he was that determined to become a second Levi.

“Our second clue!” she declared making him snap out of his thoughts. He was greeted by patterned mud, and the lid of his beloved jar of tea laying in the dirt.

“Looks like some huge ass dog heading for some huge ass trees” he groaned.

“Judging by the paws, it could be a huge ass dog, but no dog would be that big. Perhaps an oversized wolf, a mountain lion, or a leopard, but I know no leopards within the area-” she rambled again.

“Whatever it was, I just want my tea back” determined, he stepped on the semi- dry land and headed for the stables. Hanji followed him, skipping and humming as they saddles their horses and prepared to leave.

He lead their ride through the forest, following the paw prints that were left behind by the culprit. He silently prayed that the tea would still be intact by the time they reach its hiding place. If Hanji was correct, the creature would not be able to reach its home by Hermina and do whatever it wanted to do with his tea leaves unless it decides to take a stop over.

Survey corps issued horses were damn fast and he was thankful for it. He had an ounce of hope that they would save his tea in time before it would be devoured by the animal. He wasn’t going to loose a month’s worth of pay as a soldier to it. Heck, Corporal Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier never lost to titans. He certainly would not want to get beaten up by some huge ass dog.

“Hold it Levi!” he halted his horse as Hanji set down the land on foot, mud slugging her boots instantly making him cringe at the sigh of it.

“Oi! Where do you think you’re going shitty glasses?” he asked as she made her way through the bushes. Although he did not want another collective of mud on his own shoes, he followed her, knowing she would risk dying to find out anything and everything.

“The mud prints stopped, and I think I’ve got our third clue” She whispered to him.

“What the fuck made you think that?”

“Shh” she hushed him, pointing to what appears to be ground tea leaves left in the bush.

The familiar aroma soon rose to his senses as if it was his first time finding them in the market of Yalkell. She was right, they were near the culprit. He had brought out the small knife he had always kept hidden on a belt inside his boots. It was his favorite blade, the one he was taught to fight with, the one he kept well ever since he was a kid. It was his trusty partner, and he hoped it will also get him back his tea.

“I’m excited to know what it is” she muffled out a cry of excitement and went ahead of Levi.

“Oi! get back here!” he half yelled, half whispered following her right away.

He swung his knife left and right, trying to avoid the branches that Hanji would get out of her way and eventually swing back to his way. Although annoyed, he did his best, dodging and chopping his way up the forest so he could make sure her excitement wouldn’t kill her. She said she would like to take her mind off of her current work, yet the current fiasco had her endangered as well. As much as he wanted to get his tea back soon, he wouldn’t want to bring back the jar, and a dead body all together.

“Oh my- Oh!” She slapped her hands over her mouth while she giggled. She faced him with so much excitement and pointed to an old hollow tree where a furr covered beast laid.

The smell of Lavender White Tea became stronger when the wind blew. He whipped his head to the direction of the scent and found the jar being hugged by the creature. He groaned knowing it would be a pain in the ass to get it back.

“Its a bear! I should’ve known it was! They like good smelling things and the paws!” she exclaimed while he gave her a death glare because of how loud she was. The beast stirred in its sleep and groaned, making the duo freeze and almost, not breathe at all. The bear would be a good 5'8-6 feet, making it taller than Levi, and even Hanji.

He whipped his knife out, gripping it tighter and positioning it so he could defend the both of them. He was sure he could kill the bear, and he would do it the moment it made a move on trying to devour them. He had not want to be eaten by a titan when he joined the Survey Corps, and he most certainly did not want ‘eaten by a bear’ to be written in his tomb stone either.

“Levi don’t” Hanji pleaded, placing her hand over his shoulder.

“Cut the crap shitty glasses, I just want my tea back” he groaned.

“I’ll just but you more” she smiled at him while his eyebrows furrowed even more.

“You tell me we came all this fucking way only to do the job not even half assed? You’ve got to be shitting me right?” He hissed.

“But the population of these things have dropped ever since Wall Maria was run over by titans. It is not advisable to hunt them especially that they are sometimes useful” she explained. “Just please, lets turn back. I’ll buy you the tea tomorrow I promise” she used the eyes again, her big, bright, doe eyes he could not resist.

He retreated the knife back to where it belonged and sighed.

“Fine. But I warn you that the tea costs more than you can shit”

“Then I guess I’d have to crap more”

“Levi!” he caught the canvass cloth she threw over to him as soon as she unmounted her horse. She should have been back with her squad from Trost awhile back, but he had been informed that she went to get an errand. He had waited for her to arrive since then and alas after two hours, she returned.

The cloth seemed heavy in his hands, until he noticed it had a small string tied on top. He unveiled the wrapper to be greeted by the tea he longed for since midnight.

“Sorry it took so long. I still had to cry for my babies in Trost” she explained.

“Begged them to help you crap for my tea?” he asked.

“Once again Levi, titans don’t defecate. But I’ve already got enough shit up my glasses” she laughed.

“Shitty glasses” he hummed.

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

My Pitch for how to rewrite Arrow.

So, a while back, after me and my brother had a chin-wagging session on why Arrow was a legitimately terrible show after Season 2, I decided to do a little think piece: say I was tasked with rebooting Arrow a couple of years down the line. How would I do it? What would I change (a lot)? What would I keep the same (not a lot)? I decided to sit down and write out a basic outline for a rewritten Arrow Season 1.

...two weeks, 2000+ words and another basic outline for Season 2 later, I am pleased to present my pitch for Arrow Season 1 under the cut to anyone who might give a shit.

WARNINGS for: discussion of violence, mental health and swearing.

The first season is almost exactly the same as Arrow, but with a few not that big rather large differences

1.       First off, no Felicity. You could probably bend her characterization into something likeable, but it would just be too much work for too little payoff.

Seriously, if we need someone to do hacker bits? Oracle is right there, you guys.

2.       More overtly a Robin Hood story-Team Arrow are the Merry Men, Malcolm Merlyn is the Sherriff of Nottingham, some episodes are entirely ripped from lesser-known Robin Hood stories, etc. (Full disclosure: this is mainly because I love Robin Hood, and will fight to the death to have another good Robin Hood show for this generation)

3.       Have Oliver be explicitly an SJW. I say this because Arrow really lost something the instant it turned Oliver into just another Batman clone. If I may reference a comic I haven’t read (yet) I think one of the most interesting (and easily incorporated) elements of the Rebirth story is Oliver coming to terms with the idea that he can’t really ‘fuck the man’ if he is ‘the man’, and it could also give Thea something to do besides be all ‘self-destructive teen’-and also it’s a great way to introduce Roy.

4.       In addition, have Merlyn be an actual morally opposed antagonist. Maybe have Tommy bring up that Merlyn could do anything to help the people of the Glades and be more faithful to his mother’s memory, but it’s easier for him to pretend that he’s ‘curing’ the city by getting rid of the poor people.

5.       And for God’s sake, don’t have Oliver open up a nightclub in the middle of a dilapidated area that needs literally anything except another fucking nightclub. Like… anything. Hell, have him open up a soup kitchen that also gives out really expensive clothes he doesn’t need any more, and have Moira be all ‘but charity? What is the SJW bullshit?’

Thus Thea’s whole ‘I work at a law firm except now I run a nightclub aren’t I a caring soul?’ becomes ‘I worked at a law firm and now I run a soup kitchen because this will actually help people.’

6.       But the biggest change has to be to Black Canary.

So, when Oliver returns from the island Laurel is… different. For one thing, she’s going by Dinah now. She’s also got a new personal trainer (Wildcat), and… that scene in episode 2 when China White attacks them? Dinah kicks ass.

But that’s not the only thing that surprises him.

See, when he goes to strike the first name off the list-a name, I may remind you, that Dinah is suing in court to no real effect-he runs into complications.

Complications in the form of an apparent thief named Black Canary.

See, Dinah’s been doing this Daredevil shtick for a while now. Apparently she compulsively activated her meta-gene in grief after her sister’s death, and the Canary Cry is actually effective in this-the Canary Cry in the comics can take out Wondy if she’s not prepared, so we’re talking that level of effectiveness.

Why she decided to be a vigilante is up for debate-maybe she actually has a Daredevil-esque ‘I trusted in the law, and it screwed everything up, so fuck it, I’mma do it myself!’ or maybe she found out her mother was the first Black Canary and took up the mantle (or both. Both is good)

Regardless, she’s here to hack into Hunt’s computers and release a ton of info onto the web to use in her case against him. Oliver’s here to hack in and give the money Hunt stole back to the people.

Neither of them mention this.

They fight.

Dinah wins (of course)

And thus, for more or less the first half of the first season, both of these dorks are convinced that they’re having a ‘Batman/Catwoman’ style romance, with the other one as Catwoman.

They arrive in more or less the same area, they trade witty banter, they both somehow get what they want despite the other person opposing them, rinse and repeat.

Even better, Oliver goes to Dinah in her civilian identity in like Episode 3. So Dinah starts thinking ‘maybe he’s not so bad after all’. So she starts pulling her punches. Which results in Oliver sometimes winning (rarely, but sometimes). Which results in him thinking that it has more to do with his skills than it probably does.

Meanwhile, out of costume, Oliver and Dinah exchange as much flirty banter as in costume. Like, sometimes it’s the exact same flirty banter.

Diggle, after he joins Oliver, immediately susses out who Black Canary is based purely on the flirty banter, and spends the rest of the first half of the season constantly going HOW HAVE THESE TWO NOT FIGURED IT OUT YET?

7.       The mid-season finale has GA and BC fighting Merlyn, wherein a) they both discover who the other is and b) Oliver gets sure-fire proof that Moira is involved in the Undertaking

8.       This leads to Dinah and Diggle both telling Oliver to give the evidence to Lance (who has been hunting for both of them, but keeps on hinting that he knows who Black Canary, at least, is) but Oliver is all ‘but she’s my mom.’

9.       And because Diggle and Dinah are having none of that shit, Dinah goes to her dad and he starts investigating Moira.

Oliver is not happy.

They fight.

Dinah wins (of course)

10.   Oliver spends about three episodes brooding about this, until Diggle, Thea (unknowingly) and Dinah kick his ass back into gear (This is also where we get the majority of the island flashbacks, which, btw: almost the same, but no Slade and more Yao Fei and Shado.)

11.   Tommy finds out who GA and BC are (how I’m undecided on. Maybe Dinah tells him, maybe Oliver does, maybe he figures it out on his own, idk) and agrees to help investigate his dad, because Team Arrow figure that Malcolm has to be involved.

Btw, Tommy’s been working in the soup kitchen because Oliver’s paying him and he, at least at the start, thinks he can convince Ollie to give up this weird SJW thing he’s got going on and go back to being a partyer

This all changes when he meets one Roy Harper, because Roy is basically him but with no money and an even bigger chip on his shoulder (also Native American cos I’ll be fucked if anyone gets whitewashed in my fucking Green Arrow show)

Basically for every scene the show devoted to that fucking love triangle I want a scene of Tommy and Roy being bros.

12.   Moira isn’t convinced to out the Undertaking by Oliver tricking her, but by Oliver confronting her at the same time as Tommy confronts Malcolm, and the two giving more or less the same speech eviscerating the notion that the Undertaking is good for anyone.

Seriously, I want full on Marxist, socio-economic and class-based ideas being raised. I want this to be so overtly political that newsgroups will be talking about it for years. You wanna prove comic books aren’t just for kids anymore? Have an adult conversation about the world comic book Green Arrow would want us to live in, and see the conservative nerd sites explode.

For a bonus, have Malcolm talk like a commentator on Fox News, all ‘entitled poor people’ and ‘benefit thieves’ and ‘they shouldn’t be born poor if they didn’t want to get killed by an earthquake machine’.

13.   Ultimately, the speech convinces Moira that she needs to turn over everything on the Undertaking to the authorities, and convinces Malcolm that Tommy just doesn’t understand his plan, and that he needs to start it right away.

14.   From then on, the finale goes more or less as it goes in canon, with one major exception: Oliver and Dinah are both there when Tommy dies.

15.   But before we get on to that, a word about the Green Arrow and killing:

Now, straight up front, I prefer my heroes to not kill if they can help it.

I do have caveats to that belief (e.g. I am in general agreement with @bluefall-returns‘ stance that Superman and Batman’s ‘killing is okay as long as it’s not humans’ ethos is… problematic, to say the least, and Wondy’s whole ‘don’t attack until you first talk, but if someone is a proven threat and killing is your only option, make sure they aren’t getting up afterwards’ is such a refreshing concept that I even incorporated it into the morality of one of my main characters) but on the whole, a superhero like Green Arrow, who stands for a specific set of real-world beliefs, shouldn’t kill unless absolutely necessary, and certainly not admit that he enjoys doing it (seriously, wtf Guggenheim?)

That being said, I will acknowledge that Oliver should kill at the start of the series. That only makes sense. He’s got fucking PTSD for fuck’s sake. Of course he’s reacting the way he did on the island.

But – and here’s the key thing – YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THE PTSD!

YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR ‘LOVE INTEREST’ MAKING JOKES AT YOUR EXPENSE ABOUT FUCKING ‘FANTASY ISLAND’!

YOU DON’T HAVE HER ACTING ALL CLUELESS AS TO WHY YOU’RE OPPOSED TO KILLING NOW!

YOU DON’T HAVE PEOPLE BEAT YOUR MAIN CHARACTER DOWN FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES AND CALL HIM AN ASSHOLE IF HE RESPONDS NEGATIVELY TO TRIGGERS!

I APPARENTLY HAVE TO TELL PROFESSIONAL WRITERS THAT PTSD ISN’T SOMETHING THAT CAN JUST SOME AND GO AS IT PLEASES

I’S SO FUCKING STUPFOWRBUORVN PNFWEONVOEWVN OWRENVORENVREO

…

…sorry

Anyway, have Oliver go to Dinah for help, because hey, she took an elective in psychiatry in college, maybe? (I don’t know how American school works)

(That may seem a bit too Mary Sue for some of you, but I say that if Batman can be a detective/ninja/billionaire/whatever else, and TV!Ollie can be a member of the Russian Mob before he even comes back to the city and no-one questions it, the fucking Black Canary can be a therapist if I want her to be. Also, at the very least it’s from a piece of comic book media (Young Justice) and associated with the right character, which already puts it ahead of anything Error has done with its female characters.)

So Ollie stops killing people after a while (which, for bonus points, removes a lot of the ‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING’ from the Huntress episode)

(Yes, episode, because the second episode was pointless and I hate it.)

16.   So, anyway, that happens. Thus, when Ollie fights Merlyn, it’s less external ‘will Tommy forgive me if I kill his dad’ and more Batman style ‘if I kill him, will I be able to stop/will I go back to what I was before?’

I still haven’t figured this out, btw. If Oliver kills him, then events proceed as they do in the show and Oliver is left with the realisation that killing Merlyn didn’t do anything except add another casualty to this insane plot. If Oliver lets Merlyn live, everything Merlyn does in later seasons are things Oliver could have stopped in this moment.

17.   Where’s Dinah during this fight? Simple: she’s helping the evacuation of the Glades, because she may be able to help with the fight, but both her and Oliver know that’s secondary to getting the people to safety, and Merlyn’s all kinds of right wing shite, so it’s reasonable to assume he’s also sexist (he probably isn’t, but they assume he is) and so more willing to fight just Green Arrow than just Black Canary.

18.   But, yeah, back to the angst.

19.   So, Tommy dies. More importantly, Tommy does not die propping up Green Canary, because killing off people and having their final moments be about propping up another ship is a terrible idea. So, no, Tommy dies exactly as he does in canon, but with Oliver and Dinah there, and they both get closure.

20.   The result is Oliver doesn’t just go fuck off to Lian Yu, but instead walks up to Dinah after Tommy’s funeral and is all ‘This city is going to go down the shitter. Thousands of people are now homeless, the rich bastards (Dinah ‘you know it’s not healthy to speak about yourself in the third person’) are gonna be trying to get as much of the opportunity pie as they can, and on top of all of that, we need to find out just how many of them were involved in this. It’s gonna be a hell of a job. You up for it?’

21.   Dinah smiles. It’s simultaneously beautiful and dangerous.

22.   ‘I thought you’d never ask’ she says.

So, that’s my idea. I’ll freely admit this isn’t complete, nor is it perfect - I didn’t really have many ideas for Detective Lance other than ‘Commissioner Gordon meets Sam Vimes’, which doesn’t really come across here, and my lack of knowledge about Roy Harper beyond Arrow and Young Justice (both of which I’ve been reliably told by @oathkeptroxas are not good representations of his character) lead me to be unsure of what to do with him, but I just wanted to get this idea off my chest. Thanks for listening to my rambles, and if you have any questions, ask what you will.

[1-800-444-tune]

New Moon is going to be according to my status calculations on my app on my Windows tablet , at 3: 41am on the 6th of March, coming up, in zodiac sidereal for the New Moon is Aquarius. Predictions and more details to be posted later this week as I gather evidence and write my article.

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That's because I do not feel like I should be giving out my great divine guidance fir free anymore, I'm feeling used and over worked, also

I only post the daily card of the day for tarot then a few other specials daily, and weekly but everything else I am currently putting on hold until I can at least afford some damn toilet paper. Because I just am not dealing with helping out a bunch of people with their super important questions for free when I do not get help myself for the things I truly need, don't you think my not having fucking toilet paper is a little bit more of an emergency than whether your boyfriend or non boyfriend likes you and you're truly actually meant to be with them, I have to apologize in advance if I seem like I'm being selfish, or rude. Please, I intend to not do any harm by bringing up this fact. Only voicing that I too, have maybe, maybe just maybe, bigger problems than your issues that I think are pure selfish things st this moment in time I'm real sorry that I do feel this way, maybe being broke has made me bitter a tad ... I don't know, cause I used to always go out of my way to assist anybody even if I did not know them, and I'd concentrate on their problems more than mine always focusing on helping others instead of helping myself, now I am purely from the heart, just reaching out for just some compassionate, you do not have to donate much just 3$ or more would get me through the day, 10$ could get me the toilet paper plus my dignity. Today. So if you feel like helping a lost soul out here in the Galaxy.

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Hey everyone I just want to say I care deeply about each and every tumblr blogger on here, and I sincerely hope the best for you always, and right now I am doing little candle prayer magik to send you all some healing and luck , and if you do decide to donate, just simply write to my ask box your about you donated and I will be doing a super special ritual tonight (for another reason, personal worship) but I will include your name personally into my piece , and you will truly I swear notice something great happen to you by the time of the New Moon, on the 6th like I wrote at the top of this post

I really actually did not intend for this post to get so long or go on about my personal issue, also I'd like to remind you not to judge a book by its cover, I have huge medical bills and current legal fees that I am trying so very hard to keep up with, this is a really really hard time for me, personally I am not even wanting the morning to come when I go to bed at night. I feel borderline suicidal, if that isn't hard times, I don't know what is... and I'm not even looking for sympathy, or anyone to feel anything towards me except knowing my strength of how far I've come and acknowledgement for this strength that I, an unpredictably unstable mentally ill woman of faith, have come so far from where I used to be and made it through my spiritual awakening which I thought was truly the end of the world it was doomsday dread style scary shit ! But I made it out alive! And now I am a much more magical person because I'm so blessed with my true path of destiney realised again this issue feelings of wehen I was a young teenager, it's like I get to start fresh as new beginning, I actually got a real second chance at life, because if you knew me really knew me, you'd know, that, I had strayed off the great path and was walking along a fine line where I was in constant danger daily. Hourly. I was always in harms way, just on the darkest side of life, depressed and not living for myself at all. I was not trusting my intuition, I was being abused and bullied all the time. And that constant abuse tore holes through my personality and literally metaphorically emotionally ripped me right apart inside and out. I was such a mess I hit rock bottom anxiety struck me harsh but it was good for me in the end because at rock bottom, you have no other choice but to rise up from where you currently are, it's such a true realization, but the main thing is I had gotten better from the abuse, and left finally the abusive relationship and all the other abusive people in my life because as I was going up n up no choice but up, I was gradually actually slipping into my divine timed spiritual awakening which shook my world.

My journey to progression and eventually getting back onto my rightful birth path, my destiny too, this all started my spiritual awakening and shifts in consciousness, I was truly blessed to be cursed at this time. It all started when I went to the homeless shelter in april 2018, just before my birthday it's like surreal how it was all so planned out like this, it's crazy, if you guys only knew the whole entire story of what I have gone through and the truly horrific events that I now realised were all tests, and lessons, and that's my favorite way to look at my very abusive past and the unfortunate circumstances that wound me up a homeless addict on the streets of cities I dwelled in for times that seemed so rough and brutal I thought the pain would never end. Addiction can happen to anybody. But this is something that I actually feel in my soul that I was supposed to, meant to, go through. To realize some things, I had to experience this hard lifestyle. For me to eventually get to a place of gratitude and humility and to actually drop all my selfish ways and have more compassion, and learn that I am meant to have these traits because I am a great healer. In my community I live in currently, a lot of them know my past but do not judge me one bit, they all truly appreciate my free community services that I provide for those in need, they are all suffering from mental health issues and I am treating them (not so much their mental condition but other problems they have at home or with their body) . I am really good at working with herbs, spices, and essential oils. I make and invent cures to almost anything! And I have a biig book of herbal remedies that I, myself , have invented or have found online and then tweaked the recipe to bed much better!! This is volume. 001.2 of my Book Of Shadows. I have written so very many books about magik and the laws of the universe. I cherish my sacred personal theories and extensive wealth of knowledge I have collected. I'm just good at organizing this shit for some reason. If I wasn't so private of a person and afraid of people stealing my information without my consent then I would gladly post more of this type of stuff then I already have,in this blog and my other one which is personally a better one.

Anyways, now you know where I stand, where I come from a little bit.

I really really hope that somebody will take the time to donate to me this day so that I may be I can feel better and like somebody actually cares. I have over spent to the max on credit cards with online shopping, and shipping all kinda of witchy trinkets and necessities, the basics, I am stuck with a huge credit card bill, and I have my boyfriends credit card that I did not know until yesterday, but, he put everything to be on me. He totally used my Health Card and SIN # TO GET WHATEVER HE WANTED BUYING SHUT ONLINE AND SHIPPING TECH STUFF TO HIS FRIEND! I feel like I got scammed and I'm damned or something !! Not only am going to be suffering from PTSD and anxiety around men forever, because of this selfish Identity use basically total FRAUD, I AM NOW stuck in a bad position and with a bill and now the worst part is that I am actually facing federal prison because of some of the activity he did while assuming my identity ?.. thanks ?

I feel very very stupid, I feel like a total idiot for listening to my ex-commonlaw boyfriend, I'm glad I just decided to give him literally all of the furniture and all the shit we owned. It makes me feel less guilty about all the negative emotions I have towards him. I know it does not make it right but it does help believe it or not, because J eventually end up thinking about it as a positive .

If you have at least got this far through this rambling write up post , then congratulations, sincerely- thankyou for listening !

You are amazing

You have a purpose

Find your destiny

☆you're made of star stuff, you're a star!

You are perfectly imperfect

Your magic is valid

No matter who you are or how experienced you are in Pagan Tradition /Wicca and Witchcraft/The Occult or any related subjects and interests in lifestyle choices, your magic is valid! It doesn't matter if you JUST decided to become a witch TODAY or 5 minutes ago, that title is yours to hold onto and have forever or for as long as you decide!

Everybody is special!

Everyone is worth it!

Nobody deserves to be bullied or told they are wrong for what they believe in, simply , everyone's path is unique and it's just not four to critic anybody for the path they are choosing! There's a lot of confused witchlings baby witches and some bullying religious type overgrown babies out there. I think everyone should just have a little more like a lot more respect , because it can be intimidating to anybody who wants to share their opinions that they might feel are good ideas but are second guessing the post they want to make based on fear around the way some communities are reacting and trying to police these people's opinions. As far as I know this blog site was actually created to actually share your opinions without judgement and harsh exchange of words based on the content context. I can relate to this oppression. I feel as if not only does it sometimes the fear of rejection stop me from posting but also I have a big fear of being hated on for a lengthy and slightly random post I write it then I delete it right away. It's just that I actually have severe symptoms of A.D.D that my doctor is not currently helping me to treat, so I can get a bit off track sometimes, and my subjects vary like for example in my main post it starts as a simple astro galactic observations post, my starting of this post I just realize was about the New Moon . Then I started talking about my software that I cannot afford and then i went on to talk about my emergency thats actually bothering me even more , the fact that i cannot wipe my ass today and i do not live near any restursnts or anywhrr literally that has toilet paper availible in their washroom or else id just go to McDonalds and use theur washroom, simple as that...but not availible sorry, and now that im still rambling ans have your attention i have an offer actually for some people that do donate, I'd like people to donate towards so that I can provide a few lucky people with

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This is getting way too long I know, but if you really did actually read some of this message at least the good parts, then please share my link to my paypal in your blog with a short excerpt on why they should donate to me , my cause, my business (just started) , and also donate to the astraunomer cosmos Explorer Division Technology that I am so very excited about but I know I have way bigger problem,than, that, but I just wanted to give you guys an idea if what I can do for you. We can make a trade? Please!? To dedicate my time and efforts to assisting every one with their issues gives me great joy, I just love to be useful, and a helping healing hand to any literally anybody , and so ooo much of my days are spent spending my hard earned money on others . To make them that herbal remedy for their skin they truly need because every skincare product on the market is littered with toxic shit that causes bad reactions and the treatments for acne I make that I've invented do not infect or irritate the skin, so they need me, and they cannot afford this 290$ treatment but I actually spend MY money each month just to get the satisfaction of doing the right thing as nd also satisfaction that my products produce results that are beyond what I ever expected of them, sometimes I need a confidence booster and this once a month or twice sometimes, spending I do to make and create this great acne treatment that's herbal and more of a holistic approach.

My greatest flaw right now is not my addiction or the abuse I'm going through anymore, I don't live on the streets (yet) have a pretty decent apartment but my greatest flaw is helping people if that can even be a flaw? It is though, I have so many many more examples of times during the month that I am called up "hey witch doctor, we got a problem, are you free?"

I am on paranormal investigating teams in surrounding communities as well, this takes out so much energy, time, and yes, you guessed it, money !!

Anyways again I am actually going to close this rant ramble weird thoughts flowing from my mentally ill mind.

I truly truly hope that somebody, just 1 person even, does decide to care enough about me , a poor lost soul, to donate some about, it's all up to you, I'm not putting any rules and I just am not one to tell people what to do or how to spend their hard earned dollars or anything like I do not push ideas onto people, I'm just not like that, I totally believe in freedom for all, I don't wish for world peace at night because I know that that isn't possible, there's some cultures that just do not mix and a lot of cultures prefer to stick to their own and that's great because how else would the culture survive and the traditions live on to the next generations if they were mixed with a bunch of other cultures and lost their true identities as a nation , that would be sort of sad in a way, but I'm really not properly medicated and should not even maybe be observational posting about this when in not well in the mind fully yet this day. But a donation will help me to wipe my ass and that's my main goal.

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