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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・572 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・fluff, established relationship, lots of kisses hehe, slightly suggestive

“See you tonight, angel,” Felix says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. It’s chaste, short, familiar; your favorite form of farewell, exchanged inevitably before you part ways, even for only a few hours.

But this time, Felix doesn’t pull away afterwards, instead remaining so close to you that the tip of his nose is almost brushing yours, and there’s an ineffable glint in his eyes when he speaks again. (You should’ve known you were in danger.)

“Hang on,” he murmurs, his voice low and sweet, and then he leans in again.

When he presses his lips to yours the second time, he moves with an intensity that you aren’t prepared for. You feel his fingers slide over the nape of your neck and tangle gently in your hair; your head tilts backwards from the weight of his kiss, his tongue feather-light against the seam of your lips, his mouth laving over yours as tenderly as if he’s trying to drink you, savor you. Dimly, you feel your waist bump against the kitchen counter, and Felix doesn’t even think when he moves a hand protectively to the small of your back, returning you to your rightful place against his chest.

You are breathless and lightheaded when your boyfriend breaks the kiss, his lips flushed and hair messy, looking like a walking dream.

“S'that a new lip balm flavor?” He asks.

Bastard.

You collect yourself just enough to give him an answer, but it sounds more like a blissful sigh than a spoken response: “Strawberry.”

The smile that crosses Felix’s face is mostly bashful, but you don’t miss the self-satisfied huff of laughter that comes with it.

“I like it,” he hums. “A lot.”

And he kisses you one more time, and then another.

He ends up being late to practice that day, his rushed apologies to Minho falling out of strawberry-tinted lips.

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[cherubfae]

carrying you to bed || hazbin/helluva x reader

With Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Angel Dust, Husk, Loona, & Blitzø

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff

Alastor

He lets out a deep sigh, staring down at you with slow blinks. "My love, surely that can't be comfortable for you" He has warned you time and time again not to spread yourself too thin with your tasks. Alastor appreciates how much of a good work ethic you have, but what is it worth if you don't have the strength to walk to your room? He picks you up as gently as he can, melding into shadow as he pops into your room. Carefully laying you down, Alastor will cover you up and with a gentle pat on your head before he takes his leave. Perhaps, next time he'll be tempted to rest beside you.

Lucifer

No wonder you hadn't answered him when he called your name. Here you were, fast asleep on his deep red chaise lounge using your folded arms as pillows. Lucifer picks you up bridal-style half-wishing you were awake so that you could see how strong he is! Another time, he thinks. Your rest is much more important than his ego (for now). "Sleep well, honey." He grins, wiggling beneath the sheets like an inch warm, his eyes sparkling with admiration. Placing a kiss to your head, Lucifer is quick to fall asleep.

Charlie

Honestly, she really does try her best not to squeal at the sight of you. You've been working insanely hard for the hotel-- it's no wonder you're so pooped out! She's careful with wiggling one arm beneath your back and hooking the other beneath your knees. She'll carry you to whichever room is closest: yours or hers. Maybe she'll be able to convince you to move into her suite soon. "Oh my gosh, aren't you just the cutest, honey?? I love you so much!"

Angel Dust

"Awww, sweets! Lookit ya! All tuckered out." He cooed in a hushed whisper, lightly booping your nose. His grin widens when it crinkles upwards. His middle set of arms pick you up, preferring to use his gloved ones to stroke back your hair softly. Leaning his cheek against your forehead, Angel carries you off to his room where an excited Fat Nuggets happily circles the bed in preparation for a lovely nap with his two favorite people.

Husk

Putting away the final glass beneath the bar's counter, his yellow eyes drift to your sleeping form at the end of the bar. You'd insisted on waiting for him to finish but all that work promoting the hotel on foot, searching for any sinners ready to be redeemed was a hard task. Husk fought back a smile. "You really do care about this stuff, dont'cha?" He asks despite knowing you won't answer. "Let's get ya to bed." Husk stretches his wings with a sigh before they fall slack. He lifts you into his arms and makes the trek up the stairs.

Blitzø

He'll bitch and groan about it, but he also won't let anyone else touch you when you're sleeping. Blitz will make some claims about how the person trying to touch you probably has cooties or a viral infection or something. Not happening. He's quick to scoop you up into his arms, eyes narrowed slightly, before scampering off to his room with you. "No, you don't get to fuckin' touch them with your gross unwashed hands, Moxxie-- yeah, that's right I saw you! We are living in post-Covid times, mister! Ack, no, leave 'em! I'll carry them just fine thank you!"

Loona

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She smirks when she sees you. You look so sweet and cute, curled up into a ball. But that position can't be good on your spine, nor sleeping on Blitz's sad depression sofa. Loona bends down to lift you into her arms, pushing open her bedroom with her elbow and closing it shut with her foot. A nap with you sounded perfect. "You sure do look cute when you're tired, babe." She nuzzles your cheek with her nose.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood ☽ Kuji Prize B-2 Drama CD 2 ☽ Mukami ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD B-2賞 ドラマCD 2 (無神 ver.) Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro (Ruki), Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Yuma), Kimura Ryōhei (Kou), Kishio Daisuke (Azusa) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka for providing the audio!)

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This drama CD was one of the lottery prizes for the More,Blood anime, I believe! It has the Halloween theme that I've been craving recently─it's been nothing but rainy (but cozy) weather here despite the fact that it's summer and autumn can't come fast enough in my opinion... I absolutely adored this CD! Again, huge thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka for sharing these gems with us ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) I used Yui's name in some places in this translation for practical purposes. Please enjoy listening and reading along!

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00:00 [The door opens.]

Kou: Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!

[The other Mukami brothers sigh.]

K: Oh, liven up! I even dressed up just for the occasion!

Yuma: All of a sudden you’ve grown ears ‘n a tail. So what?

Azusa: A cat costume… What’s going on?

Ruki: Stop fooling around and change out of that costume. It’s almost time for dinner.

K: C’mon, now. Do you really think I wore this costume for no reason at all? Just for fun?

R: Didn’t you?

K: Of course I didn’t! Don’t you know what day it is today?

Y: Huh? October 31st is…

A: Ah, Halloween…

[Kou claps his hands.]

K: Exactly, Halloween! And that means costumes! So… let’s all dress up and have a Halloween party together!

R: Quit this nonsense and go get changed. I won’t feel at ease if you sit at my dinner table wearing that cat costume.

K: Listen to me! I said let’s all dress up! And that includes you, Ruki. If I’m the only one in cosplay, it’ll only be embarrassing.

Y: It already is, though…

A: All of us… in costumes? That sounds kind of fun…

K: See, Azusa’s hyped too! That’s good, right? Let’s make our regular dinnertime a little more exciting.

R: Ugh… Fine. Go ahead.

[Kou celebrates his victory.]

K: Yes!

Y: Hey, hey! Ruki, you really OK with this? It’s gonna be a huge pain in the ass…

R: Kou won’t listen even if I tell him that. If I don’t give him permission, he’ll throw a tantrum just for the sake of it. That’ll be just as bothersome.

01:41 K: Well, then! You should all get changed.

A: But… we don’t have any costumes…

K: Hehe—just leave it to me.

[Kou wheels out a suitcase and opens it.]

K: Tada! 

[Kou pulls a bunch of costumes out of the suitcase.]

Y: Ah—the fuck is this?

A: Wow… So many costumes. Accessories, too… What are they for?

K: I told my stylist and hair-and-makeup artist that I wanted to throw a party for Halloween, and they let me borrow whatever I wanted! We use them all the time for photoshoots during this time of year.

R: You’re certainly… well-prepared.

Y: Ugh… Almost forgot you’re technically an idol. 

K: I’m not ‘technically’ an idol, I’m everyone’s favourite idol! You should watch the TV shows I do sometimes instead of your vegetable garden, Yuma.

Y: I don’t give a shit. I can’t fill my belly with your TV appearances.

K: You’re awful!

A: This pumpkin… It’s cute.

K: Ah! Azusa, that’s just the costume I had in mind for you—a Jack-o’-Lantern! I really think it’ll suit you. Here you go!

[Kou tosses the Jack-o’-Lantern costume to Azusa.]

Y: Speakin’ of pumpkins, what’re we gonna do for decorations? It won’t feel very Halloween-y if we don’t decorate.

R: Aren’t there any pumpkins in your garden?

Y: I haven’t grown any this year… 

K: Ah… Real pumpkins would be best, but fake ones will do for now. We have our little pumpkin Azusa with his Jack-o’-Lantern hat, after all.

A: So, I am the pumpkin… I’ll do my best. Ah.. if I wear this costume… will you carve me?

Y: No, we won’t, idiot.

A: Ah… you won’t? That’s too bad…

K: And, Ruki, this one’s yours!

[Kou throws a costume towards Ruki.]

03:46 R: And what is this, exactly? 

K: It’s a devil costume! It suits you, Ruki. This is your chance!

Y: It does suit you!

R: Hm…

A: Those fluffy things… Are they wings?

K: Yeah, yeah! They’re black wings. Pretty cool, right? The costume comes with proper horns and everything, so put those on too, alright?

Y: So Azusa’s a Jack-o’-Lantern and Ruki’s a devil. So what’s that make me?

K: Oh, Yuma, you will be…

[Kou rummages through the costumes.]

K: This!

Y: The fuck’s that rag?! 

K: You’ll be a zombie!

Y: What?!

K: A Z-O-M-B-I-E!

Y: Why make me a zombie? You got plenty of other costumes!

K: Because it’ll be fun!

R: Heh. 

Y: Hey! Don’t laugh, Ruki!

R: No, the zombie costume suits you. It’s not that different from the rags you wore when you were little.

Y: Tch!

A: But the rags alone might not be enough, though… Would you like… my pumpkin?

K: It’s alright! I’ve got special effects make-up and some props. I’ll make you a proper zombie!

Y: A proper zombie? What even is that? Screw this! Make me a werewolf or somethin’!

K: I don’t wanna! I’m the one dressed up as an animal today.

Y: You piece of shit… I’ll rip off your fucking tail.

K: Well, everyone, go put on your costumes! You too, Yuma. I’ll take care of your makeup!

[Kou gets to work on Yuma’s makeup.]

05:25A: Ah… Wow. It looks like a real wound… Did you make it yourself, Kou?

K: Oh, no. I had the special effects guy make this for me. I’m reusing the one they put on me for a photoshoot earlier.

Y: Ugh, disgustin’…! Why’d humans evolve to make this kinda shit?!

R: Clean skin would be pretty unusual for a zombie, wouldn’t it?

A: How lovely… I want to put them on, too… But… if I want new wounds… can’t I ask Eve to hurt me?

R: Don’t pressure her like that, Azusa.

A: Then, will you… hurt me instead, Ruki?

R: Uh…

[Kou pulls a little too hard at Yuma’s skin.]

Y: Ah—ow, ow, ow!—Kou, you son of a bitch! Don’t pull my skin like that, shit fuckin’ hurts! 

K: Huh? It’s not even that bad! Man up.

[Kou does it again.]

Y: Ow! Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose, you fuckin’ prick—

K: It’s just your imagination—ah, Ruki, could you hold this for a second?

06:41 R: Me?

K: Yeah, yeah. You’re already done getting dressed, so help me out, will you?

R: Hm… Alright.

[Ruki walks over to Kou and Yuma.]

A: I want… to help, too.

K: Thanks, Azusa! Let’s do the face makeup next, then…

Y: Ah—huh—ugh—hey, Ruki! Your wings’re in the way! It’s makin’ my face itchy!

R: I’m trying my best here, but—

K: C’mon, stay still—Here!

[Kou sprays something on Yuma’s face and Yuma almost chokes.]

K: Don’t move, Yuma! 

[Kou sprays it again.]

Y: You fucker—stop it! What’re you puttin’ on my face?

K: It’s a fake blood spray. (1) 

Y: What’re you—stop…!

[Yuma struggles while Kou happily covers him in fake blood.]

A: Ah… Yuma looks like a real zombie.

R: Hey, don’t put up a fight, you’re getting it on me, too—

Y: Argh—Let me go! Hey, fuckin’ listen to me—

07:39 K: There, all done!

Y: C’mon, why am I the only one covered in this shit? I don’t even know what the fuck I look like—You got a mirror or somethin’?

R: The mirror’s right—

K: Ah, wait, wait! Before we show him… Yuma, could you go and get Kitten?

Y: Huh? Can’t that wait ‘til after that?

[Kou pushes Yuma towards Yui’s room.]

K: Just go get her!

Y: This shit sucks…

[Yuma walks off.]

K: Hehehe… I wonder if he’ll give our little Kitten a fright! I’m sure he will!

A: Yuma’s face looks… pretty beaten up…

R: Good grief. You’re taking it too far.

K: Jumpscares are some of the best parts of Halloween!

R: You’re the only one having fun, though.

K: Huh?—Oh… He’s back!

[Yuma comes back in, carrying an unconscious Yui in his arms.]

Y: Hey, Sow saw me ‘n straight up passed out.

K: Haha! She really did! 

R: Of course she would. The makeup looks pretty realistic, after all. Put her down on the sofa, Yuma.

Y: Alright… Ugh, what am I even doing?

[Yuma places Yui on the sofa.]

A: Yuma, here… A mirror.

Y: Ah, thank—What the actual fuck?! Kou, you asshole, this’s taking it too far! There’s such a thing as too much!

K: It’s fine! It’s finally Halloween, so I had to make it realistic!

A: Yuma… It really suits you. You look like… an actual zombie.

Y: Well, I ain’t happy about it! Hey, hurry up and get me back to normal!

K: Keep it on a little longer. I put so much effort into it!

Y: Like hell I will! You fucker—I’ll turn you into a fuckin’ zombie!

K: Hey—hold on! Ah!

Y: C’mere, asshole!

[Yuma chases after Kou as he tries to run away, the two yelling and screaming at one another.]

K: [In the background] No, stop! Ah!

R: I suppose we should postpone the party until she wakes up.

A: Yeah… You’re right.

K: [In the background] You idiot!

R: Ugh… What a noisy bunch.

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 血糊（ちのり）スプレー：Lit. ‘gore spray,’ so I suppose it might be a little… grosser than fake blood.

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Overture

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Okay, so I have another music update! This is the Overture (opening song pre-curtain lift) for my Noldolantë stage adaptation idea. (I like to play around with tempo a lot more than the notation software likes lol; same warning as last time that it's digital instruments that certainly have a sound to them. I am hoping to get a group of performers together within the next year or so to try and record a few of my ideas with better sound quality! Keep in mind that (the opening especially) is a little rough because of a lack of intuitive performers.)

Also, if you listened to my piece Through the Smoke, I did reuse the ending of that piece with slightly different instrumentation, as I sort of did intend the end of that piece to become part of the Overture.

More on the music beneath the cut.

Overtures usually give a preview of the themes to come throughout the rest of the performance, so I tried to work in as many leitmotifs as I could from other pieces I'm working on, and I believe the final count was eight. Here they are in order of appearance.

Main Theme (the first time it appears, I think I just want it to be a vocalist, no words. However, the cello sounds way better than the voices do on this particular notation software, so that's what I used. After the first iteration, the cello is just a cello and there won't be any more vocals XD.)

Maedhros' Theme This is the new melody the violins are playing after the transition away from the Main Theme at 1:14 (the B section again, which I used in my last piece- I'll get around to posting his actual main theme eventually, the B section just works great as a build)

Spirit of Fire (Fëanor's Theme) This is the runs on the violin underneath Mae's Theme just after the transition, as well as the bassline shortly before the return to the Main Theme.

The Oath (Doom) That's what I've used this little leitmotif for in the past (it's that little four-note melody that comes in on the flute and gradually builds with other instruments to overtake Maedhros' Theme), but lately I've been expanding its use and I'm not sure if I can rightfully refer to it as "The Oath Theme" anymore.

Song from the Sea This is the harp line under the Main Theme after we return from the middle section. I used it in my earliest drafts of this musical from years ago as the finale. And then the ones that I also explained in Through the Smoke:

Maglor's Theme

Finwë and Indis

Silmarils (leitmotif)

I'm happy to talk more about it if there are any questions :) I also would like to state going forward, my instrumentation and style for the musical is a little different from what I've posted now, which is heavily and dramatically orchestral. I'll be using guitar more and leaning into a bit more of a folksy style, as that is what I'm most familiar with writing aside from orchestra, while still retaining the instrumentation in certain parts (If I had to ascribe a particular sound to it, I would say it's probably most like The Amazing Devil's music, which you should absolutely listen to). Thanks for stopping by and listening! :D

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How about a tea after this ? ✨

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Okie! Now time for an update! This time I drew the Diasomnia boys wearing the Tee! I couldn't resist not too after I saw it last time! 😭💖

I love doing this! Especially since we rarely see our twst boys wear casuals like simple shirts! ❤️✨

Thank you for dropping by! Imma go back soon with another post (hopefully)! Please stay tuned ✨❤️

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Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Sebek Zilgvolt and Silver belongs to Twisted Wonderland

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Iggy the Stray Dog - ch1

Author: Otsuichi

Original concept: Araki Hirohiko

Originally published: JOJO Magazine 2022 Spring

*** This is a fan translation made purely for entertainment. Please do not repost/reuse/etc without my permission and credit! ***

The plane lands at John F. Kennedy International Airport. In the air, a haze like light yellow smoke drifts, one could not see anything too far away.

I show my passport to pass immigration inspection at the airport. I collect my check-in baggage and catch a yellow taxi. My destination is the Speedwagon Foundation headquarters, located in Midtown Manhattan. I estimate it would take about thirty minutes from the airport by car.

On the way there, the driver keeps wiping the sand gathering on the car’s windshield. Wait, sand? Taking a closer look, even the back seat window is covered in what looks like light yellow sand. I speculate the hazy sight I saw from the airplane must have been the fault of the sand dancing in the air.

„Does sand usually pass over New York this time of the year?” I ask the driver. It wouldn’t be odd for tiny specs of sand to get caught up in the desert wind and travel tens of thousands of kilometers to faraway countries. The driver throws a glimpse at me from the rearview mirror.

„It’s been like this for half a year now, it happens every now and then. I wonder where on earth it came from... Sir, can I ask where you’re from?”

„From Egypt.”

„Thought so! I was sure based on your clothes. This song called „Walk like an Egyptian” is very popular recently in this country, do you know it?”

„No, I haven’t heard it.”

„Well, it’s everywhere. I’m sure some radio station is playing it this very moment!” The driver turns on the radio as he speaks, and music starts playing. It isn’t the song we just discussed but it is a lively music filled with energy, very much like this country. „Welcome to the United States, Sir! Are you here to sightsee?”

„No. I must do some work at the request of my American friend.”

„Wow, good luck with that!”

The taxi drives up on the highway and before soon I can see a bridge before us. Crossing East River, the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge is lying across from the Wards Islands and finally reaching Manhattan Island. I bet my driver wouldn’t even imagine that I of all people would visit this country to capture a stray dog.

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According to the Speedwagon Foundation’s reports, it was first observed at a New York corner store. One morning as the owner pulled up the shutters of his store, he found that some of the shelves were vandalized. As he evaluated the damage, it seemed like someone had been inside.

In the dark, he heard a noise resembling chewing.

The owner grabbed a mop that happened to be at hand and stepped closer, ready to attack with the handle. Then, he realized what was hiding in the shadows – a small dog of roughly 30 cm height. It was a Boston Terrier. The middle of its head, its nose and mouth were white as well as around its neck, while its eyes, ears and torso were black. Drool was dripping from the skin hanging over on both sides of its muzzle.

The Boston Terrier stopped chewing and stared straight up at the store owner. It was eating coffee flavoured chewing gum.

The store owner swung the mop at it in an attempt to chase it outside, but the dog clung to his head with an astonishing jump, rampaging as if it was trying to tear his hair out, and finally farted before his face and ran away. The store owner testified that it smelled like rotten eggs. Apparently it is quite common among dog breeds like Boston Terriers to breathe through the mouth and fart a lot but thanks to it doing so in front of the man’s face, its private parts flashed before his eyes and he could tell the dog was a male.

Only one thing remains a mystery about this incident – until the store owner opened the shutters in the morning, it should have been impossible for anyone to enter the store. There was no other entrance and the windows had been closed shut. How did the Boston Terrier get inside then?

Upon closer inspection, the Speedwagon Foundation found that a ceiling tile had come off, that’s where he could supposedly enter. But was that even possible for such a small dog? A dog normally couldn’t even have gotten above the ceiling.

Since then, multiple incidents have taken place in various areas of Manhattan of a stray dog stealing chewing gum. One time it was a newspaper stand in the office district, another time it was a store in the harbour from where the Statue of Liberty could be seen where the candy shelves were raided and robbed completely of coffee flavoured chewing gum. If tourists decided to chew some, a stray dog would jump in from outside of their field of vision and run away with the strip of gum. The culprit was always a Boston Terrier. Even if people ran after him, they never managed to capture him.

Countless complaints have been sent to New York City Hall and as a result, pest control was set to work. There is a number of small private pest exterminators in Manhattan, taking care of rats and bats at the request of citizens, but stray cats and dogs also aren’t unusual for them to take care of. The animals they capture are sent off to shelters and put down.

The city commissioned several of these contractors. The „stray dog hunters” collect information on the Boston Terrier’s sightings and jump in their cars carrying huge nets, just like in “Ghostbusters”. However, not even they succeed.

When they chase him down and attempt to corner him, grains of sand start flying around out of nowhere. The sand clings to the men’s faces and get in their eyes, robbing them of their vision while the Boston Terrier runs somewhere far away. The inexplicable sand phenomenon has been reported in other cases as well.

In the nothern parts of Manhattan, on street corners that tourists should never get anywhere near, a fight broke out between rival mafia gangs. At first, it was just an exchange of insults but it soon escalated into guns being pointed at each other. At the sound of the first gunshot, a nearby restaurant’s windows shattered, but no further shots echoed after that.

As the gangsters tried to pull the triggers of their guns, for some reason they just didn’t move. Upon taking a closer look, they saw that they were completely clogged with sand. Thanks to the sand that got inside the machines, they simply couldn’t move properly or shoot bullets.

Could it have been the work of some natural phenomenon? No, that wasn’t it. A Boston Terrier was spotted not far away, sunbathing as he took his noon nap. The sand clogging the guns was his work. He thought that the noise of gunshots was disturbing his nap and thus, who knows how, he made sure that the gangsters’ guns malfunctioned.

He has some sort of power that allows him to manipulate sand.

The Speedwagon Foundation and I hold the same opinion.

I read through the reports concerning the Boston Terrier in a room of the Foundation’s headquarters. On the outside, it seems to be an old-style stone building, however on the inside it is a modern office building. It appears that my face and name are already familiar here since no security guard stops me at the entrance.

Outside my window, the many buildings of Midtown fill my sight, their silhouettes line up across the scenery obscured by sand as if they were ruins in the desert.

„Does this dog have any friends? Dogs usually gather into packs.”

A staff member of the Speedwagon Foundation answers my question.

„It appears he only moves around by himself. However, several reports state that stray bitches had served him. It looks like other dogs have also noted his oddness. For instance, in front of a certain downtown shop there are big dogs that bark all day but whenever this Boston Terrier passes by, they pull in their ears and tails and hide away. He’s not even one third of their sizes and yet those huge dogs are terrified of him! Some even call him the king of stray dogs.”

I pick up another report. This one is summarizing the tales the „stray dog hunters” told.

One day, a vermin exterminator received a request from the city to capture some wild dogs. It happened when the man had locked the dogs up onto the tray of his truck and took a cigarette break in the driver’s seat. He heard a rustling sound, as if sand had been falling down. Taking a closer look, sand had piled up under his seat. It reached up to the man’s ankle, and no matter how much he struggled, it soon reached up to his waist. He tried to open the door and escape but by then the sand has already reached the height of his shoulders, rendering him unable to move. At last, the driver’s seat had been covered in sand up to his neck.

With a thump, the car began to shake and he saw the dogs that were supposed to be locked up on the tray fleeing the truck, one after the other. He later checked the tray and found that although he had locked it up, the door seemed to be damaged.

Through the car’s windscreen, the man covered in sand caught a glimpse of a Boston Terrier. The dog crossed in front of the car calmly, just as if he was looking down at humans, mocking them.

„Was he looking for friends?”

„He might have simply been acting on a whim. Here is some additional material.”

The Speedwagon Foundation staff member shows me another several pages long document. It seems to be a pedigree paper, a registration certificate with a thread diagram and the owner’s name.

„We have confirmed that he ran away from somewhere. It looks like he belonged to a wealthy man in a kuxurious mansion.”

„How do you know?”

„We asked around about a Boston Terrier that loves coffee flavour chewing gum. It wasn’t easy, though...”

According to this man’s story, the time a wealthy household’s pet dog ran away and disappeared and the time this Boston Terrier was first seen in Manhattan line up. The house’s butler confirmed that without a doubt, this dog had a bizarre obsession with coffee flavoured chewing gum.

„At this house, they used to call him Iggy.”

„Iggy, huh...”

Iggy, the odd dog with the power to manipulate sand.

He must be hiding somewhere around Manhattan even now.

„We, the Speedwagon Foundation also took part in the stray dog hunt to help capture him but it was all in vain. It would be a problem if nobody manages to catch him...”

„He probably wants to avoid falling back into that man’s hands.”

Fear confuses the mind. Just a couple of months ago I met a certain man. That man wasn’t human, he wasn’t something that was supposed to be real, something that was supposed to exist. He showed up and called out to me in an intoxicating, beautiful voice.

With a disgraceful shriek, I ran away.

I haven’t returned to my hometown since then.

I shove a bunch of reports inside my suitcase and stand up.

  I leave the Speedwagon Foundation’s building. Midtown is a prosperous area even on the island of Manhattan. Skyscrapers are towering on each side of the main street, their highest floors disappearing into the clouds. All kinds of people dressed in all sorts of clothes are crowding the streets and a variety of languages can be heard. I even see quite a number of Arabs just like myself.

I stop a taxi passing by and sit in the back. I give my hotel’s name to the driver, apparently it is right around Central Park. It’s a top notch hotel booked by the Speedwagon Foundation. The driver, a fat white man, takes a look at me from the rear-view mirror and, without saying a word, steps on the gas pedal.

The Speedwagon Foundation was established by a man named Robert E. O. Speedwagon. They are dedicated to studying medicine, pharmacology, archeology and ecology among others, working for the sake of people’s livelihood and welfare. The founder, Mr Speedwagon has already passed away but by means of his will, my American friend and his family get to enjoy the Foundation’s support.

After just a while, the taxi arrives before my hotel. The driver stops the taxi’s fare meter and sticks his hand out to me.

„Seventy-five dollars.” An arrogant attitude rings from his voice.

„Seventy-five dollars? There must be a mistake.”

Just now, I took a taxi from the airport to Manhattan but this price was higher than the fare I paid that time.

„No, it’s seventy-five dollars. Look at the meter, it says seventy-five, doesn’t it?”

The white driver points at the price shown by the liquid crystal screen on the instrument panel with a thick finger. It is the meter displaying the fare. Certainly, it says seventy-five dollars. It is probably overcharging to rip off tourists. I’ve heard of a trick that, by modifying the meter, made it show an unfairly high fare.

„I’m afraid your meter is broken. That’s why it is displaying such an odd number.”

The driver taps it as if to test it and clicks his tongue.

„This is the latest model, I just got it recently. There’s no way it’s broken. If you’ve got that, pay those seventy-five dollars.”

„No, I’m certain it is broken. There, take a look at the screen. Isn’t the display a bit odd?”

„...the hell, what’s up with this?” The driver sounds puzzled. The liquid crystal screen is flickering. He starts sweating – the temperature inside the car is rising. It is me, using my powers just a little bit.

A charred smell begins to waft in the air. The meter is burning up from the heat on the inside until nothing shows up on its screen anymore.

„It’s smoking!”

From the gaps of the machine, white smoke is leaking. The driver lets out a scream as he sees it and tears the door open, getting out of the car. I take my bags and step outside as well.

„How on earth...?! It was brand new,” the driver yells, checking the meter inside the car through a window. The heat melted the screen and the surrounding devices look charred as well. I take out some banknotes and offer what I think to be an appropriate amount to him.

„From Midtown to here the fare should be this much. Your meter was broken, that’s why it was showing an odd number.”

„Aah, yeah... I guess that’s what it was.”

Frankly, the driver doesn’t really look like he cares, he is rather disheartened. Even now, he seems to be on the brink of crying. He is a bad person and he deserves no sympathy. Have I not heated the meter up just enough to damage it, he would have scammed other tourists. The Old Testament’s Exodus said so – an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

The driver puts a cigarette in his mouth, he probably needs a smoke to calm down. I hold out my hand in the cigarette’s direction, pinching its end between my thumb and index finger. The man looks up at me, tensing up. I am taller even than most Americans.

„Your job should come first. That’s what they say in my hometown. From now on, live an earnest life!”

Heat arises between my fingers. The end of the cigarette lits up in red, smoke rising up. Making sure it did, I let go of it. The driver stares at the light, dumbfounded.

„Are you a magician?”

He must think that because I lit a fire without a match or a lighter.

„No, I’m a fortune teller.”

Picking up my baggage, I walk away.

The hotel is a building with a feeling of historical importance and dignity. Stepping through the front entrance, I get overwhelmed by a magnificent lobby. Each and every lighting fixture is like a piece of jewelry. At the reception desk, I make arrangements regarding my accomodation. I put down my name and passport number on a form. The receptionist takes a look at it, and calls out my name with a smile.

„Mr. Mohammed Avdol! We’ve been expecting you.”

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After almost two full days of work, i am finally done with this drawing, and i am really happy about the end result ! Here's my proud little boy, Matthew, with the first drawing of when he was still a child 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

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