#sorry that went a bit off topic hehe

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Not mobility aid, but I do have a headcanon that one of the reasons why Sniper is always wearing his aviators and hat is because he's got hypersensitive vision. He gets extremely dizzy and bothered by bright light, so he keeps his glasses on.

Sometimes I project myself onto Scout and have him deal with chronic dehydration and vertigo. I, myself, have both of those. I'm always extremely dehydrated and I have long waves of dizziness that can increase in intensity or decrease as my day goes on. But I'm almost always dealing with dizziness of some kind. My dehydration came from having an eating disorder for so long that my body just kinda.. messed everything up?? One of the things that messed with my guts was drinking nothing but coke cans. Knowing Scout drinks Bonk so often, I'd imagine he picks up the same problems I have. I usually try to drink water through my water filter bottle, but I often turn to Gatorade for a quick help.

Also, I love the idea of Soldier with hearing aids. That just makes sense, y'know?

Oh, I love all your ideas so much!! I'm sorry this took so long to answer, but I wanted to think about it before replying :)

I've had a lot of people tell me in my inbox about your headcanon with Sniper and his aviators, and honestly, you guys are so real /pos!! As someone who has eyes as weak as shining a flashlight during a sunny day, even just looking at a bright screen gives me massive headaches so my phone brightness is constantly at 10 or 20 percent :'(

I imagine working in a loud, overstimulating battlefield with the bright sun smouldering everything; and having to strain your eyes focusing and unfocusing through the scope must be a stimulation nightmare for Sniper. His aviators probably soften the edge of his headache, and also probably his hat for shade!! Something I personally like to do is doing little eyes "stretches" from time to time, like looking at smth 20ft away for a minute, and then 10 ft, and then 5ft etc... do you think Sniper has to use eyedrops too?? Maybe he doesn't blink enough because he always needs to have his eye peeled for headshots and spies.

I also really like your Scout headcanon because AUGH I also never drink enough!!! But for different reasons, I just never really feel thirsty and only drink when absolutely necessary, so I end up drinking like a cup every two days :( I also like your idea of the dehydration being because of his insane BONK consumption because it makes a lot of sense for him to have that problem, and it seems pretty realistic

Anyways, thank u for sending me ur tf2 disability ideas, and remember to drink water!! I love u <3

[noxtivagus]

random realization about a lot of my favorite characters 💀

[rayalltheway]

A lil fic snippet for @journeytomonkiekid !

This was supposed to be part of soemthing bigger but I lost momentum lol but here we have Wan Ji and her father-in-law (my oc) hehe

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“So, you’re not…back to life, exactly?” Wan Ji asked, hoping that question somehow came out okay.

“Well, we are…“ Zhuang Jie answered, not sounding any less neutral than before, but he still took a sip of his tea before continuing.

“I guess the best way I can put it is that we’re still technically ghosts, just in…fully corporeal forms. Even Changbiyuan can’t fully summarize how that works, so apologies, I’m not that much better off.” He smiled to himself a bit at that, clearly taking some humor in it, which made Wan Ji relax a bit more. She was alone with the elder man in Macaque’s dojo right now — who had made himself scarce during this topic of conversation, for fairly obvious reasons.

Despite the mutual understanding (at least, there was an assumption of such), Wan Ji noted that the lack of his son’s presence did bear some weight on Zhuang Jie — and when Wan Ji looked back up at him from her own drink, she saw the concern in his eyes as he regarded her.

“Does it bother you?” He asked, his tone genuine.

“What?” Wan Ji’s tails fluffed up a bit in surprise, and she quickly raised a hand in frantic reassurance. “Oh no, no, not at all! I just wanted to make sure I didn’t say or…assume anything…insensitive…” she explained, self-consciousness starting to grip her — but Zhuang Jie’s expression softened quickly, and he chuckled. She couldn’t help but hear Macaque at that moment.

“Don’t worry about that, I appreciate it. I don’t think there’s any easy way to put it. We both were dead, and…now we’re not. But we’re not going anywhere.” He said gently, and Wan Ji saw his eyes leave hers, gaze deepening at the purple training mat in front of them. “Not again.”

Wan Ji was still a little bit in wonder about this whole thing. Macaque having a father and stepparent who came back from the dead, sure, that was incredible and complicated…she wasn’t sure what to expect at first. But now she was seeing how this man was capable of such pure paternal warmth, in words and action. Even more so that it was currently directed at her. She was pretty sure he had genuinely smiled at her more in this one conversation than her father had in years. She…wasn’t really sure how she felt about that, honestly, so she was trying not to dwell on it. Besides, that didn’t matter right now.

“I am so sorry that you went through that, Zhuang.” Wan Ji spoke empathetically, welling up a bit when thinking of this sorrowful subject she’d been learning more about piece by piece over the last few weeks. “I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like.”

“It’s alright. And please — don’t try to.” He said, looking back at her with reassurance. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with this topic if it’s uncomfortable to hear about. But don’t worry about offending me — I’m too old for that now.” He said with a joking smirk, and Wan Ji let out a snort.

“Point is, if you have any other questions, I’m fine to answer them, kiddo.”

“…You and Changbiyuan?” She questioned. Surprisingly, Zhuang Jie nodded without hesitation.“Of course. They’d like that, actually.” He stated plainly, and Wan Ji felt taken aback.

“Really?” She couldn’t help but say aloud, and she quickly felt herself regret it, her face warming in embarrassment when Zhuang Jie raised a brow at her questioningly.

“Sorry! It’s just, Macaque told me a little about…” She paused when feeling that same sinking in her gut, that same chill running over her…the memories of that demon.

“...What happened to them.” Zhuang Jie listened patiently as she took a moment to get her words together. “I guess I figured that asking them about it directly would possibly be…triggering for them.” She finished, nervously glancing up to see Zhuang Jie’s reaction. He was nodding contemplatively, unangered.

“That’s a fair assumption to make. When it comes to certain…details, you’re not wrong.” He clarified gravely, taking a moment before smiling lightly at the younger woman.

“But here’s the thing about Changbiyuan — you don’t know them well yet, but once you do, they’re an open book. Sometimes too much of one.” He said, and Wan Ji smiled back at him. It was sweet, hearing him talk about Changbiyuan. About Macaque, too, and seeing this…trust he was placing in her, a woman he basically just met. She briefly wondered just what she was missing.

“They definitely have many horrible memories, we both do. But they cherish the good ones with all of their heart, and want them to be known. If you want to ask them about their family…I think will make them really happy. Especially in this case. You’re someone we both hope to be close to.”

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

???: "Be more careful."

(Whoa…)

I hurriedly crouched down to pick up the book, and my gaze met the eyes of the man who also crouched down.

(His eyes are beautiful.)

I unintentionally got lost in his purple, crystal-like eyes.

???: "........."

(I wonder why.)

I noticed that the man in front of me was also staring at me, and I felt a bit confused.

Mitsuki: "Um, I'm really sorry. Are you hurt?"

???: "No."

???: "You're not affiliated with the university, are you?"

Mitsuki: "No. I came to deliver something to Professor Ayscough."

The man's voice was composed and cold as a block of ice.

(Maybe he's a professor. He's probably suspicious of me because I'm an outsider.)

???: "If it's Professor Ayscough, he's in the middle of a physics lecture. It'll end soon."

Just then, the bell signaling the end of the lecture resonated through the courtyard.

The man took the book from my hand, stood up gracefully, and shifted his gaze to my side.

???: "Is there a problem with that?"

Mitsuki: "Huh? Oh!"

Following his gaze, I noticed the basket containing the food I had left nearby had tipped over, and the small bottle containing the rouge had rolled out.

(Crap.)

Mitsuki: "It's okay! Sorry for causing trouble."

???: "........."

I hurriedly put the small bottle back into the basket and bowed my head to the man.

The man didn't say anything and turned his coat around before leaving.

(I hope he didn't notice that the contents of the bottle were blood.)

Just as a hint of anxiety crossed my mind, the professors and students who had finished their lectures began to arrive one after another, transforming the serene courtyard into a bustling area.

(Good thing a lot of people didn’t see it.)

Isaac: “Mitsuki? What are you doing here?”

Mitsuki: “Isaac! Oh, thank God, you’re here.”

I told him I was on an errand and handed him the basket with rouge and food in it. And...

Mitsuki: “Actually, just now, a professor-looking guy saw the bottle with rouge earlier.”

Isaac: “Huh?”

I whispered and told Isaac about what had happened earlier.

He pondered for a moment and shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Isaac: “Well, normally, no one would think you’re carrying blood. They probably thought it was wine or something.”

Isaac: “You said it was a delivery for me, right? If they ask anything, just come up with a random excuse.”

Mitsuki: “Yeah, thank you. He had beautiful purple eyes and a calm demeanor.”

Isaac: “Yeah, that’s probably Professor Maury.”

According to Isaac, this professor had recently started working at the university.

Isaac: "We usually just exchange greetings, but there was one time when he listened to me talk about my research."

Isaac: "He was really helpful, and he provided insightful thoughts. Professor Maury seems to be involved in research related to natural sciences."

As Isaac talked about the professor, his eyes seemed to sparkle a bit.

(Isaac must have really enjoyed that, even though it sounded like they were discussing incredibly advanced academic topics.)

Isaac: "Sorry, I went off topic."

Mitsuki: "No, it's okay. Hehe. That professor must be great if even Isaac Newton is saying that."

Isaac: "Don't tease me."

Isaac shyly twirled his hair with his fingers, and I couldn't help but giggle.

Meanwhile...

???: "The new moon is coming soon."

"Professor Maury" gazed up at the sky from the hallway window.

The moon hanging in the blue sky would vanish fleetingly in another 2 to 3 days, obscured by his own shadow.

???: "You understand, right? Drake."

The words he muttered were directed at a man who wasn't there.

After finishing my errand for Isaac, I went to town to do some shopping.

(I have to be more careful about the Rouge.)

(Good thing Professor Maury doesn't seem like the type to pry.)

I remembered his amethyst-like eyes, and suddenly, Drake's aquamarine eyes came to mind.

(He was completely different from Drake.)

(Wait, why am I thinking about him?)

(We've been spending more time together, and both of them have beautiful eyes, so it's just a random coincidence. Yeah, that's probably it.)

I walked near the Seine River and heard the lively voices of women enjoying themselves.

Woman 1: "The Seine River tour was so much fun. And the boatman was so hot!"

Woman 2: "Didn't he say he just arrived in Paris? The tour was a bit rough, but that made it more fun."

(Heh? A riverboat tour, huh? That's still popular even in modern times.)

(It's sunny today, so that must've been nice.)

I walked along the bank of the river, intrigued.

???: "Miss, how about taking a little break on the boat and skipping work?"

(Huh? This voice...)

Mitsuki: "Drake!?"

When I turned in the direction of the voice, Drake was on a boat moored at the riverbank, waving his hand.

Mitsuki: "Drake, what are you doing here?"

Drake: "I'm working, of course. Can't you tell what kind of job I'm doing?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, I know! You're a boatman!"

Drake: "Bingo. It suits me perfectly, right?"

Drake: "I made my captain debut on a tour boat today, though this is a borrowed boat."

Mitsuki: "I see. So this was your errand."

(I'm surprised he found a job for himself. This guy is so reliable!)

Drake: "I still don't know much about Paris, so even though it's a tour boat, the ride was rough."

I listened to his explanation and suddenly realized the women I had seen earlier were probably his customers.

Mitsuki: "The people I saw were probably your customers, Drake. They said the ride was rough but fun."

Drake: "Haha! That's good to hear. I'll keep improving."

Mitsuki: "I had no idea you were looking for a job."

He suddenly shifted his gaze to the rippling river.

Drake: "I didn't come back to life because I had some grand goal like the others."

Drake: "But I also can't just laze around the mansion all the time. Besides, if I keep bothering you, the others might find me annoying."

Mitsuki: "I don't think that would happen."

He glanced at me, smirking, then turned his gaze back to the flowing river.

Drake: "I tried looking for something to keep me going and still ended up on a boat."

Drake: "I guess I'll give this world a shot until something starts to make sense."

(Give this world a shot, huh?)

I was impressed, but at the same time, his words tugged at something deep in my heart.

Mitsuki: "You're amazing."

Drake: "Hm?"

Mitsuki: "You suddenly came to a different world and time, yet you're trying to forge your own path."

Drake: "It's not as grand as you're making it sound."

Drake: "Survival for me means either earning my keep or plundering. That's the only way of life I know."

I only knew fragments of his life as a pirate and a naval officer, but his image was somewhat like that of a ship unfazed by rough waves.

(He's the kind of person who sails on the ocean, shaking off anxiety and hesitation as he goes, but...)

Mitsuki: "Do you never wish to return to the world you originally came from?"

My words slipped out like a drop of water, creating ripples on the surface of my heart.

Drake: "Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki: "You may never be able to return to your original world."

Mitsuki: "You're considering living here, but don't you find yourself thinking about what you left behind in your previous world?"

I realized what I had said and snapped back to reality.

(What I said just now wasn't words of concern for him. It was just my own feelings.)

I'd been avoiding and suppressing these anxieties and hesitations deep inside me for so long.

Mitsuki: "S-Sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up, especially when you just started your new job."

Mitsuki: "I'm going shopping now, so good luck at work!"

I tried to end the conversation and leave the place, but he grabbed my arm.

Drake: "Hold on, little fawn."

(.......)

Drake: "How about riding on Captain Drake's luxurious cruise ship?"

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[pumpkzsafeplace]

Hi Pumpkin! :) Back again xD

On Saturday, i adopted this little poodle plushie, shes a Gund! Shes my current travel buddy if i need a bigger plushie to take out, as she's pretty big! I need name ideas for her if you or anyone else who sees this can help!

On a different note, college went a bit iffy today 💔 I had my poodle with me but i ended up almost having a breakdown as the topic of the lesson brung up old memories. I ended up coming home and im staying off for the rest of the day, but im currently patterning a plushie to make for a DND character I've been working on!

- hihi cupcake'! <3 ⭐

oh my goodness she looks like cotton candy :o, strawberry shortcake would be a cute name! you could call her berry for short, heheh! <3.

oh no sweetie, i'm sorry that happened to you :<

it can be hard sometimes- but i'm super duper proud of you for taking yourself out of that situation & giving yourself the rest of the day off to calm down and look after yourself <3.

i've never played DND before, is it any good :o

i'd love to draw up some fun characters hehe! <3

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[error-was-here]

Favorite kiss from you Pt2 ♥ (genshin x gender neutral reader)

AAAAAAA sorry for leaving you guys ,school just started and it’s going terrible so I’m just writing this now

Characters: Heizou ,Zhongli and Venti

Tw :mentions of death in Zhongli’s part ,but not as in as “someone dies” as in a death is “unstoppable“ way

but I do list where it is and where it stops

Pt1 :Amber and kaeya(won’t link because it gets rid of all activity for some reason)

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Heizou

This man loves any kiss from you ,but LISTEN ,if you go from kissing his neck to moving slowly to his chin and when your also calling him pet names?! It make him go hijhkhkjojmhljkhlhjjlhknlhjhohjljkjl ,ok? As in every time you do it ,he feels like he ascended to Celestia.

Scenario

You decided to go to your lovely boyfriend/husband work place ,because it was 9:45 pm and he should’ve already been home ,but you understand he might just be really busy with work ,but he should go to sleep if he doesn’t want to end up being so tired that he forgets how to be a detective

You hear a frustrated groan so you slowly open the door just a bit to peek ,to find a tired Heizou with bags under his eyes and writing scribbles on his notes

“Heizou? (Preferred pet name) ….. is everything ok?”

Heizou jumped a bit at your accidental jump scare

“Hm! Oh (____) it’s you ,sorry my partner” Heizou apologised

“It’s ok ,also please can you come home it’s nearly 10pm ,and I know how frustrating it is to work well being sleep deprived.”

“Ok ok my partner ,I will come home ,just let me finish this case first!”

You sigh then go behind him ,you put your head on his neck and try to pick him up

“Hmf! Love I said I was coming home ,let me just first finish this!”

“Nope ,it’s 10pm you’re coming home and sleeping with me”

“Partner ,please ,I have to really get my work done” pleaded Heizou

“Hmf you can do that tomorrow”

“(____) please-“ said Heizou before you just took him into your arms and started walking home

the staff were shocked to see a flustered Heizou being carried by a tired lover ,they thought it was probably best to ignore it

once you both finally get home to open the door to your house then to your shared bed ,you put Heizou down on and started blasting him with cuddles ,before you knew it

,you were blasting him with kisses starting at his collarbone going to his chin

As much as Heizou wished he could continue this for eternity ,but him being so sleepy lead him to falling asleep himself in the middle of this

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Zhongli

Had to give a hard thought on this but I think he would absolutely love a moment where you guys are in a position where you’re under his chin giving him peck kisses on his chest ,he loves it because you too are just so close in that position and-hyjihkihkjbknkhkgkkvk-

Scenario

Zhongli was sitting on Mt.Tianheng looking at all of Liyue ,with you ,his dear lover sitting next to him. If you had to admit ,it was a outstanding site and your so glad you’re experiencing this with your boyfriend/husband

He asked Director Hu if he could have a day off ,which in return probably told him one of those “Ok but don’t die hehe ” jokes ,as much as you like her energetic personality you cannot lie if you didn’t say she freaked you out the first time you met her

Tw :mentions of death (but not as in as “someone dies” as in a death is “unstoppable“ way)

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which now thinking about it ,the first time meeting her was on your first date with Zhongli ,she probably spotted Zhongli and went straight into his dictation

And as much as Zhongli does like that she understands that death is only natural and bond to happen ,but unlike Hu ,he realises that some people are more sensitive to the topic and doesn’t like when she makes others uncomfortable with it

so when he asks her to please stop she seems shocked until she realises that he is on a date and you’re heavily uncomfortable now so she apologised and left well Zhongli checked if you’re ok

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end of Tw

the 2 of you laugh at the memory as you both start to lay down on the picnic blanket as both of you were done with your food

When he pulls you into a hug well planting a kiss on your forehead ,which made you blush pretty lightly

as you get smothered in kisses you decided to aim and attack Zhongli with peck kisses on his chest

Zhongli was shocked and flustered at the same time ,but he loved you even more then he already did and enjoyed this moment to the fullest

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Venti

Apparently Arcons are hard to think about (WAIT NOT LIKE THAT-) but I have no idea on this one ,as in he loves pecks, slow loving kisses, regular ones ,he doesn’t have a favourite spot for you to kiss aswell ,because every spot is his favourite spot. As in his forehead ,lips ,chin ,cheeks ,hands ,feet- (joking with the last ok? Don’t start a war about feet fetish Venti pls)

Scenario

It was another Windblume festival and in Windblume festival the main tradition is to spend it with family or people who are close

so this year you are spending Windblume with Venti but sadly he was to leave for most of the day for his performance

Well you were selling wine and platters at discounted prices ,and it wasn’t surprising that a certain someone asked to have a boyfriend discount

and when you only took 1 mora off for the “boyfriend discount” he tried to haggle for it to be 0 mora ,you told him to leave

after all of that you and your lover Venti were under a tree drinking wine (or if you don’t like wine then something else) but you both were enjoying yourselves

then a very drunk Venti said in a very drunk almost mocking tone “As your Anemo Archon , Barbatos ,I demand some kisses” he pouts

You giggle slight at the comment “Hehe Venti I know there isn’t normally anyone around at this time but quiet down what if someone hears you?” you say well checking if anyone was there

“Well then ,they must think Barbatos is a pretty lucky Archon to have someone like you ehe!“ Venti says clearly flirting with you

“Also I still haven’t gotten my answer” he pouts

“Well ok ,since you ‘demand’ me of it guess I might as well” you push your lover against the tree ,roughly kissing him and once you’re done ,you see a very flustered bard

“Uh- Uhm Ahem- it was Delightful , thank you my love” Venti says stumbling on his words

the rest of the night he played you tunes and you didn’t mind if he made a mistake, because you both were having the time of your lifes

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Hope y’all enjoyed ,didn’t post for a while ,because work hasn’t even started and school’s already being stressful

[sunshine-on-marz]

hey toad! I've been reading some of ur fics and i like them very very much!!! :D ur an amazing writer, keep up the nice job! :))

So, i wanted to request something if thats okay hehe! please if you're not comfy with this ur free to delete it!!

So, you see, i have,,, let's call them battle scars, all over my arms and they make me feel kinda sad and remind me of bad times,, and i wanted to request a fluff/comfort fic w (platonic of course) philza, & benchtrio (ofc tubbo's one is platonic!) if thats ok :)

thank you so much! again, if u don't feel comfy writing about this topic, ur can delete this ask! :) -<3

TW: SELF HARM (scars)

I’ll do them separately and make Ranboo and Tommy’s romantic 🫶

Also, it will get better and I hope you feel better my love

Phil-

“Hey Dad?” You knock on this stream room door. “Come in” he says back and you walk in. “Dad, I uhm,,, my scars” you sigh at the last part and he whips around in his chair “new ones?” He basically jumps out of his chair. “No, no. I just don’t like them.” His eyes soften and he grabs your hands. “Hey now mate, do you know how fuckin proud of you I am?” You look down and he pulls you into a hug. “I know I just- they- they make me feel weak” he hugs you a bit tighter “well I think they make you look strong” the two of you stay like that for a while. No matter what happens you would always have Phil

Tubbo-

You had texted Tubbo about how you where feeling so he went over to your house. You opened the door and he pulled you into a hug “Hey y/n, I’m so proud of you, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met” you teared up and he guided you away from the door. For a while he wiped you tears and calmed you down he helped you find an outfit that covered all your scars and took you to go get milkshakes.

Ranboo-

You and Ran hadn’t been together for long but you’d been friends for years, so they knew the face you where making meant trouble. “Hey n/n, what’s wrong?” That question was all it took to make you start crying “I just- my scars- they- I hate them- I wish they were gone” he walked up to you and wiped your tears. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry that you feel like this, but you’re gorgeous and so damn perfect.” You hugged him a bit tighter and he lifted you up, rocking you side to side in his arms until you calmed down, then he gave you a hoodie and played animal crossing with you for a while.

Tommy-

You had been scrolling tiktok when you saw an edit that zoomed in/ exaggerated your scars, with a sad and disturbing sound, then another, and at the third edit you where bawling. Tommy basically threw himself into the room when he heard it “y/n?! Hey hey, what happened?” He sat down next to you and scoped you into his arms. You showed him the edits and he turned off your phone. “I- I just- why’d I do it? They’re so stupid and make-make me look so stupid” he kissed your head and whispered in your ear “y/n, my love, you are the most amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, perfect, strong person I’ve ever met, no amount of scars will change that. My god, I can’t believe I don’t tell you that more.” You shook you head and cuddled into him more. “T-Tom no, you didn’t do anything” he shushed you gently and kissed your temple. “Hey, can I kiss your scars doll?” You where taken aback but nodded your head. Tommy spent the next few minutes kissing each and every one of your scars until your tears where replaced with the laughter he loved so much. “I love you baby” “love you to Toms”

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WOOOOOO I got carried away with Tom and Phil but I love them so suck my dick/pos but I’m rlly happy with how this turned out

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Hehe hi Pik :0 I'll give you three questions for your ask game and you can pick out whatever you want to answer <:]

What are your thoughts on Kaigaku? I know he's a bit of spoiler territory but I'm curious .. or maybe what are your thoughts on Muichiro? You decide!

A question just for me, though ,, do YOU have a favorite bird? .., !!

oh abolutely HYSTERICAL to give a pick scenario and then lay down topics that will instantly get me to talk for hours on end at the drop of a hat KSJNGFKDJNGKD

so!! the easy one!! my favorite bird, ithink, is between the mourning dove and the house sparrow! they are not terribly glamorous but i love them so so dearly and will instantly cheer up when i think about them :')

as for the character questions. thank you for enabling me HJBSJFBJD

i could very very easily write an entire goddamn essay about Either of them, but for the sake of saving whatever brevity i can manage to keep, ill save talking abt mui for when That Episode(tm) drops whenever it does, because inevitebly, i will be Absolutely Inconsolable and it Will happen anyway KJNDKGDF

instead, for now, under a cut because this preamble is already paragraphs long... kaigaku.

i fucking hate this man. i cannot stand him, hes the worst, he is so fucking stupid, i think about him fucking constantly, and he is one of my favorites. he is so fucking insufferable, and i love him!

ok so. getting into kny, i was like. immediately a zenitsu liker. like i saw him and went "god. fuck. shit. its gonna be this nerd i dont even know about yet and i can feel it already." (i was right.) which is Crucial to knowing the angle here. and when i got to his part in th manga, i . genuinely dont remember if i even thought too hard about him. i dont even remember when i Did, i just know that he Wasnt there, and then he Was, and he Never Fucking Left KSJNKDJGN

which is very very fucking funny, considering... how much of a character he straight up Isnt.

like yeah! he sure does show up in a flashback and then fights zen and dies about it! it takes like, a two chapters max! and the entire time, his only character trait is "bitch for no reason." like... that sure isn't a lot to go off of. so like... why? i guess thats kind of the answer in and of itself.

why is he like this? why is he like this?? what made him this way? we know he grew up orphaned, but why? we knew he turned on gyomei's group and ran, but why? we know he trained to be a demon slayer with zen and kuwajima, but why? why, why, why? we just don't know.

we know he's a survivalist. we know that he's willing to go to any lengths, stoop to any lows, just to make it another day. because another day is another chance you get to get them back, to prove them wrong, to rise above it and laugh in their faces and say "see? see what im capable of? bet you feel sorry now."

shame doesnt exist to him. he will make Anything of himself just to make it by. do anything, drop anyone. no connections, impermanence. its clear in flashbacks that, honestly... nobody liked him very much. and like, well, yeah. obviously. he sucks, and he isnt afraid to show it. but isnt that just so strange? broken box of happiness, disatisfaction. he refuses to forge connections, claiming the only people he tolerates are those who respect him, who see his worth.

and that's... the weird thing about him. see, because, the thing is that... i don't fucking believe him for a second. he talks big game, he can back it up, sure, especially as a demon, but... the entire time he talks, every word he says during his confrontation with zen just felt like a bluff. like he's trying to sound threatening, to sound powerful, making a threat display like an animal. every technique he chooses to execute is some new, big, flashy display of his Power, talking, taunting, still taunting.

its a lot of reading between lines, but... this man is a fucking liar. that fight felt different, it felt quick, and well... maybe because it wasn't a fight. this was some guy taking out his anger on someone in a desperate attempt to prove he's worth something.

i just think that this man is a deeply jealous bastard intent on making himself seem larger than he really is, convincing himself that he's the one that's right and it's everyone else that's wrong simply because he can't process just how awful he is.

growing up barely scraping by on his own, of course he'd become painfully self-reliant. of course he would take advantage of anything he could, anyone he could. you'd have to be that self-centered to survive. talk big, act big, nobody will mess with you. nobody can take advantage of you if you take advantage of them first.

and when he gets shown that kindness, being taken in for the first time... of course he'd take advantage of them too. he's hard-wired with instability in mind, so obviously the clear answer is to take what you can and go before something else happens and they get to you first (even if that was never really a threat.) and if they throw you out for it? it's just proof you were right. you were always right, clearly it isn't your fault. and if you happen to throw them under the bus for it... well, obviously they deserved it. there's no reason to think about it anymore.

being with kuwajima was fine. we don't know anything about the earlier days (which im so sad about) but from the looks of it, he was doing fine. about as fine as he could be, at least. he clearly respected him at first, enjoyed being treated as something special, having his work and talents appreciated-- which he did have! he was a staggeringly impressive slayer, but that's an aside-- and even berated zenitsu for supposedly "disrespecting him" by referring to him as jiichan. which. sighs.

so, zenitsu. dynamics Of Ever. honestly, even without the whole Contention there, kai would've just kinda disliked him because he's... motions with hand. look at him. but its the fact that they were considered together that pissed kaigaku off so much. because that implied that they were on the same level when, to him, they so very clearly were not.

zenitsu was annoying. he was weak, whined too much, cried too much, never put in any effot, he was so, so annoying. which made it that much more insulting that jiichan would continue to try to train him. just leave him behind already! he keeps trying to run away, let him! obviously he just isn't good enough. he's not special like he was. and yet, kuwajima kept trying.

and the fact that he did... probably completely went against everything kaigaku saw in the way the world worked. for lack of a better term, he was very "survival of the fittest" minded in that, if you weren't good, you just weren't good. you'd try and struggle and inevitably die off. the world isn't kind, and will take any chance it has to kick you down. that's why you take what you can, when you can.

if you're weak, nobody helps you. if nobody helps you, you either help yourself or die silently. that was what separated the weak and the strong. and you always, always were either one or the other. again, that's his survivalism talking. so, seeing this person he at the very least Respected waste time on some nobody instead of him, expecting something to come of it... well, it was insulting!

and to think that they were even anywhere close enough to put together? to share the title of successor? with this guy? either it meant that kuwajima thought zenitsu was as good as kai was (to him, a laughable idea,) or that kai wasn't any better than some kid who could barely swing a sword. and that was what irritated him the most.

that was the point of their final confrontation. it was kaigaku proving, once and for all, finally, that he was better than zenitsu. was it purely out of hatred for this kid who looked up to him like a brother? was it out of jealousy of someone who got so many kindnesses granted to him despite, to him, not really deserving it? was it just to prove that he was a powerful demon to those who now had their eyes on him, too? whatever it was, at its core... it was laughing in the faces of those who, honestly, genuinely cared about him (and in his eyes, never truly did.)

he could've ended that fight whenever he wanted to-- its even stated in canon that zen wouldve just lost if he was given more time to grow-- but... he just kept showing off. kept talking. it didnt feel like he was using techniques to fit the combat-- it felt like he was showing off what he could do now. he was proving a point. the only thing that stopped him was what he never acknowledged back when they were training together-- that zenitsu did have worth. that he was growing, too. and using what kaigaku refused to acknowledge in him, zenitsu cut him down-- with a symbol of the respect and comraderie that he hoped to have together. a "sorry, aniki."

kaigaku's appearance in canon is less of the role of a character, but as a statement. hes a walking tragedy. he pushes away everything that makes life What It Is in favor of this image of Strength, which is exactly why he becomes-- at first glance-- a caricature. he stops being a person and starts being a Thing. zen tries to keep him in mind as a Person (despite it all) but when he ultimately gives up hope is when the encounter ends. and when kai's role ends as well.

the only thing i still wonder is... does he regret it? in the very depths of his mind, behind all that mess he puts up, after throwing everything away... did he regret it? twice, he was shown care and kindness, and twice he betrayed them. does he know? does he regret it? does he have the capacity to? or has he simply committed so hard to the role he was given-- to the role he put himself in-- that he simply cannot fathom a world in which he was the problem? could it have been different?

put simply... what the fuck is wrong with him?

. anyway, heres a bunch of posts that remind me of him.

[cosmicluzer]

hi asking about ur Gross wip in the hopes that the song fic title is from the song i know that is titled “Gross” also 👀

if you are thinking penelope scott’s gross then you are thinking correct lol. kind of hoping you are - that song is one of my personal favorites hehe. kinda sad if it is - the original idea got warped into something WAY more fluffy than gross is, but never fear bc that song will return with its intended angst wether i have to force myself to write it or not.

anyways, you probably won’t have toooo much interest in it, seeing as it isn’t for sp. it’s a one piece (live action bc i love them) fanfic, because i am a liar and a fandom hopping fraud. I was scrolling through my yt shorts one day and stumbled upon that one “you dated brutal dictator of Nicaragua?!” meme and my brain went: “oh. i can do something with this. Small snippet under the cut ;P

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A WIP AND A ROUGH DRAFT AND THAT I KINDA SUCK AT WRITING OK OK GOOD NOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Sanji is washing the dishes, the rest of the crew sitting at the dining table conversing. He flits in and out of the conversation, adding bits here and there as he continues his task. The day is peaceful, and Sanji feels at rest.

Nami sits, legs crossed over the top of the chair next to her - Zoro’s - with the newspaper propped into her lap. Zoro sits in his chair, slouching against it and looking mildly annoyed at Nami’s legs at the back of his chair but not saying a word about it. Across the table is Usopp, tinkering on seas knows what, and Luffy, content in gnawing through a bundle of fish jerky Sanji made earlier that morning.

The breeze is light, floating through the open windows and door. The sunshine shines brightly through into the galley, and with the crew this docile together it’s, well… peaceful, like he’s said before.

Of course, that’s when they decide to throw the conversat into a depth Sanji is thoroughly avoiding, and has been since six months after… that.

“Usopp, how long were you and Kaya together?” Luffy asks, interrupting Usopp’s story - one about Kaya, and those were the closest you can get to the truth from him.

Usopp pauses at the words, face going slightly red as he sputters out a reply.

“W-Well, Luffy, the great captain Usopp speaks not of the mountains of women he’s conquered! It is not befitting to-“

“They weren’t together,” Nami says, looking at Usopp with an unsurprised look. “He’s too chicken for that.” With that, she turns her attention back to her newspaper, flipping the page and reading it off.

“Hey-!”

“Did you ever have someone like Usopp didn’t have Kaya?” Luffy asks, because the kid can’t read a room. Usopp lets out an offended noise, and Nami doesn’t even look up from the paper as she speaks next.

“Nope, no time for that.”

Luffy hums, looking over the table. He goes to speak, most likely to ask the question to Zoro, but the green-headed swordsman interrupts him.

“No, Luffy. That’s not my style. Why not ask cook?” Zoro’s tone turns from unamused to smug, and he smirks. He turns in his seat to face Sanji, who has gone back to vigorously scrubbing the plate in his hand as he hopes to be kept out of the conversation. “He’s seen the most people, he must have great stories.”

Sanji turns, sneering at Zoro, before he grabs the next plate and gets to scrubbing.

“Sanji! Tell me a story!” Luffy shouts from his spot, getting excited. Nami turns her attention from her newspaper, looking mildly intrigued. Sanji sighs.

“No. I gave you food, occupy yourself.” Sanji shouts over his shoulder, and Luffy pouts.

“C’mon, Sanji. You must have a good story for us.” Nami says, trying to bait him into it. Everyone turned to face him, Usopp and Luffy putting on their best puppy dog eyes in hopes for some entertainment. Sanji pauses his fish washing, considering before shaking his head and turning around.

“I’m sorry, Nami dearest, but there truly is nothing for me to discuss on this topic. There has been nobody of notice in that area of my life, and besides, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.” He says, using a tone of remorse. Nami quirks an eyebrow at him, face going from casual to interested.

“Was that a lie, Sanji-san?” Nami asks, face breaking out into an amused smirk.

Of fucking course the brilliant redhead would see through his lie. He sighs, admitting defeat.

“You truly are too clever for your own good, my swan.” He says, moving to the table and sitting in an empty seat. The other three males look at him with varying degrees of surprise - it is very out of character for Sanji to lie to the crew let alone Nami, a woman.

“Sanji, share!” Luffy whines, wanting to hear what could possibly be such a grandiose secret to Sanji that he’d hide it.

“Be quiet, Luffy, I’m thinking of where to start.”

“How about the beginning, curly.” Zoro says, and Sanji so wants to ring the other man’s throat for being so smug. Instead, he takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” Sanji exhales, grabbing at the pack of cigs in his pocket and the lighter sitting near them. He knows he’ll need a cigarette to get through this. “So this story starts about five years ago…”

[minimag1c]

Omg another countryhumans one-shot??? 😱😱😱😦😦😦/j

But seriously, this is the longest chapter I've ever written in my entire life and I don't exaggerate it lol

Let's Play Midnight Games! What Could Go Wrong?

Characters :

🇫🇯Fiji |she/they/buns (demigirl/pansexual)

🇵🇼Palau |she/her (cis female/lesbian)

🇲🇭Marshall islands |they/them (agender/aromantic asexual)

🇲🇾Malaysia |she/her (cis female/straight)

🇰🇮Kiribati |he/they (transgender male/aromantic asexual)

🇼🇸Samoa |she/her (transgender female/straight)

🇹🇴Tonga |she/they (genderflor/ demisexual demiromantic)

Ship :

🇵🇼 x 🇫🇯

Request by Milowritestyrash on wattpad

➪why can't I never fulfill correctly a single request aaah- *ahem*sorry. What I mean by that it's not really midnight game but horror evening ig? So yeah, in this they just play with a ouija board and the mirror thingy lol

➪it's my first time writing horror one-shot or even stories in general. I will be frank with you, it will not be good and it doesn't make sense as well sorry. It's just trash in general.

➪maybe I went a liiiitle bit on board with this one sorry hehe- *get shot*

TW : stuff that are out of the normal ig. Also some possession and explicit description of gore, near suicide and character death.

Proceed with caution.

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It was already night outside Palau's house and the group of friends still didn't slept.

It was past 11pm and they were sitting on the floor, forming a circle as a ouija board as well with candles layd in front of them. It was already night outside with no light except some fireflies there and there as well with the palauan girl house's light.

The group talked with each other, chattering among themselves about random topic while Palau was preparing the games that she and her friends have decided to play. After their small pajamas party, the group wanted to something else than eating snacks and gossiping. So Tonga suggested that they should do something more... Interesting.

No, she meant horror stories and games, not sex you horny idiots.

Anyway.

After a small moment, the palauan girl came back with taro card and a pendulum.

"wait, you guys said that we would play midnight games and tell horror stories, not actually trying to summon demons" Malaysia said, confused and worried.

"We do but we never know if it would be boring or not so we will keep those, just in case" Palau said, shrugging as she put on the floor the items she took and sat next to Fiji. Samoa blinked a few times.

"Wait, since when do summoning demons and talking to ghosts and spirits was boring??" she asked.

"No I'm pretty sure that summoning demons is not boring but if there's no results that's when it gets boring." Kiribati clarified. The Samoan girl got even more confused.

"well, the topic is not about if it's boring or not, even if it will be a crucial question, it's about how are we going to use this" Marshall said as they pointed out the ouija board on the floor, exactly in the center of their circle.

"Yeah Marshall is right, and maybe if we try to use it, we can also... Let's see... What about while we also use the ouija board, some of us tell scary stories either from our country or just scary stories in general?" Palau suggested as only a few seemed to agreed.

"So at least if the ouija doesn't work we can still have something interesting to do "Fiji clarified as they all started to hum in agreement. Palau blinked in confusion, seeing that people only agreed when it was her girlfriend but shrugged it off.

Malaysia correctly positioned the object in the center and looked at the numbers written on it.

"So... Who's going to be the first asking something to the spirit?" she asked.

"Alright. I'll go first" Kiribati responded as he stepped forward. "Who do I call?" he asked, looking at the others. Tonga thought a little and turned their head to Palau.

"Is there any spirits even around here?" she asked. Palau though a little about it and shrugged.

"Unfortunately, if we talk about this area, then nope. There isn't any." she said, feeling just as much disappointed as the tongan girl but then she have gotten an idea.

"Wait does the ouija board works with deities or other things like that??" they asked as Palau seemed to ponder to find the answer. "I mean, I don't know, maybe? Well, even if I've never seen someone using the ouija board for communicating with Gods but hey, maybe we can try" the palauan girl tried to resonate. Fiji hesitated.

"Are you sure this is even safe to do that? If this thing can even be dangerous with spirit then how it will act with actual deities???" they asked.

"then we need to do the experience to see how it will acts, right?" Marshall Islands responded as a few of them pondered about it and seemed to be on their side.

"Alright, change of the program! Palau, is there any deities around here?" Tonga asked again.

"Actually there's one who is kind of popular but if you want to summon him, it will be very disturbing." Palau responded.

"How so?" Fiji asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well..." Palau cleared her throat, preparing herself to tell her story. "According to my population, I was born from a giant named Uab. He was the son of a powerful palauan god and was a giant who ate a lot. Apparently, he was so big and tall that his height was equal to an atoll and could eat an entire island. The villagers, upon hearing that, got scared, thinking that Uab would eat all of their foods. So one night, when the giant was sleeping, they've put all around him woods, sticks and other stuffs who can be burned and lit him on fire while he screamed in agony. His ashes, since he was a giant, were so numerous that they formed islands and that's how I was born. Apparently. "

Everyone went silent after the story.

"What?" Palau asked.

"Do you really want to summon someone who's... How do I say it... Inside you? - oh god that sound so weird-" Malaysia responded, a little bit disturbed by the answer she said. Palau blinked a few times and shrugged. "if I turn myself into dust in front of you all then I was really born from the ashes of a giant I guess" she casually said.

Kiribati shook his head and tried to shrug off the eerie atmosphere. "Well, let's try I presume."

They cleared their throat and positioned correctly the thing above the talking board which the author don't know the name because they're shit when it comes to writing horror stuffs but fuck it I guess. Anyway.

"Okay-it was Uab right?"

"Yeah Uab"

"Alright. Uab, are you there?" they asked first, cautiously.

No responses.

"For now I'm okay" Palau jokingly said as Fiji hit her shoulder in a playful way but in also a small hint of "Please don't say that"

"Alright?" Kiribati said, a little bit disappointed that there was nothing.

"Maybe try to ask in another way?" Tonga suggested. Kiribati shrugged and asked again.

"Uab, do you live in this place?" they asked. Still no responses.

"You still feel nothing weird inside?" Fiji asked, worried about the answer but buns sighed a little but in relieve when her partner shook her head.

"Seems like it doesn't work at all" Kiribati said, frowning.

"Either Uab is really buried deep-I'm not going to finish this sentence- or this thing really doesn't really work" Marshall said, sighing in defeat.

"Oooor maybe it works but either we're too dumb to know how to use it or Uab isn't enough for the criteria of the ouija board to summon him in some sort of way. I don't know I'm just making assumptions." Tonga said.

"Maybe we should try to summon someone else" Palau suggested, honestly wanting her friends to agreed because she didn't wanted to dissolve because apparently a giant's ashes formed her and to be honest, even if it sounded absurd, she didn't really want to risk it.

"What about Malaysia?" Samoa suddenly said, perking the concerned one's attention.

"Uh?" she said, blinking her eyes a few times in surprise.

"I've heard a demon from your folklore but I don't remembered his name, the only thing that I remember is the fact that he's kind of the spirit of babies or something like that" She continued as Tonga looked at her with confusion and concern but so did Malaysia.

"You actually want to summon... Toyol?" the Malaysian girl had shivers down her spine by just saying his name. "You know it's literally just a baby demon who, even if he can bring luck, can make people regret summoning him" she warned as the group of friends looked at each other and then at her, not really believing her.

"Apa?" she asked, a little bit offended. "The thing that I'm saying is true, unlike the baba ngapit or something like that of Indonesia" she insisted, rolling her eyes as Tonga chuckled a little.

"You're really scared of a baby?" they asked.

"A demon baby, mind you. Don't forget that word" Fiji corrected.

"Yeah a demon baby"

"Well yeah? It's a demon after all I can't just ignore that" Malaysia said but widened her eyes when Tonga put the ouija board in front of her. "But since you're an expert with that kind of thing, why not trying?"

No, actually Tonga wasn't teasing and/or mocking Malaysia, they were actually serious and curious.

The Malaysian girl looked at the Tongan personnification with eyes as wide as plates and chuckled awkwardly and in stress. "Haha what do you mean by that Tonga? I don't understand" she asked, faking a smile. Of course, she knew what Tonga meant but she was still afraid of the answer.

"Well, try to communicate with him? I mean we are not summoning him and if he's a baby, can he even talk? Well, you're the one specialized in that, so let's give it a try" Tonga explained, shrugging as if it was nothing.

Palau saw how distressed Malaysia was and tried to reassure her in some ways. "You don't really have to worry Malaysia, if the giant who's inside me can't even appear or communicate with us then maybe Toyol would not as well" the palauan girl, smiling.

Even if she was still iffy about it, Malaysia tried to shrug off the weird feeling in her chest and took a big breath before reculantly accepting.

"Alright I'll do it but any of you died or get cursed it's not my problem" she warned as the group nodded, mostly Tonga who wanted to see Malaysia taking part of those activities for the first time. The latter cleared her throat and asked, in everyone's surprise, in Malay.

"Toyol, awak ada di sini?" she asked, a bit hesitant. No responses. "Maybe you didn't ask furthermore?" Marshall said as Malaysia whispered-yelled, as if she couldn't speak louder which was a little bit weird.

"Look, we're still lucky that he didn't appeared-" she argued back but soon concentrated herself again and even closed her eyes a little, softly touching the thing above the ouija board. "But I'll try again"

"Toyol, kami semua ada di sini, tolong cakap dengan kami?" she asked again. Still no responses. She started to frown.

"Did you really brought a real ouija board or was it just something discount on wish for 2$?"Marshall asked to Palau who only rolled her eyes and hit their shoulders." I swear to the giant inside me that if this board would be fake, the letters would be that precise and the thing above would be in plastic. "

"TOYOL, CAKAP DENGAN KAMI. " Malaysia still persisted, putting more pressure on the white thing but then then, suddenly opened her eyes abruptly and looked at her friends who were all next to her, holding their breaths. She sighed.

"Well that didn't work" she said and removed her hands from the board and brushed them as if the tabletop model was something dirty. Palau sighed.

"So I really brought an useless board that is probably just a toy for teenagers." she said, rubbing her scalp with her hand.

"But we still have the taro card right?" Fiji tried to reassure, trying to save the horror evening

"We don't even know how to play that" Kiribati said, deadpan.

"But who even brought that???" Marshall Islands asked.

"I don't know, it was my brother who gave me this because apparently Usa gave him a surplus! " Samoa defended herself, holding her hands up. Palau only let herself shallow even more by her sofa. "What are we even going to now? I really don't want to ruin this horror evening." she said, a little bit desesperate.

Everyone tried to think about something to do to catch about the failed attempt to use properly the ouija board.

Until Tonga turned their heads and saw Palau's mural mirror. Then, she had an idea and got up, smiling.

"Hey, I have an idea! Why not using the mirror??" she asked, peeking everyone's attention.

"Like a... Bloody Mary thingie?" Kiribati asked, raising an eyebrow as the Tongan personification nodded.

"But do you even think that this time, it will works?" Marshall islands was hesitant, already giving up on hope.

"Well we can't be so sure about it if we don't try" Tonga encouraged. At first, only Samoa, Marshall islands and Kiribati were the one who seemed to be on the tongan's side then everyone agreed.

"So are we really going to summon Bloody Mary?" Fiji asked, a little bit scared as the group took the candle that Palau brought and went to her bathroom.

"Well we don't have other ghost or things like that related to a mirror" Palau responded, shrugging. Fiji only stood behind her, suddenly not feeling a good foreshadowing about all of this.

Tonga opened the bathroom's door and was about to light up the light inside until Marshall islands stopped them.

"If the goal is saying bloody Mary three times, then why do you need to put the lights on? And plus, we have candles" they said.

The tongan though about it and approved that maybe it was better to use the candles for a better experience.

"Alright? Who is now going to invocate her?" Kiribati asked.

Everyone automatically turned their head to Fiji who looked at them back, wide eyes.

"what? Why are you all looking at me?" buns asked, laughing awkwardly and in stress because they knew why they looked at her but still wanted to hear about them.

"Did you participate in any of the paranormal activities?" Tonga asked as they titled their head to the side. Fiji blinked a few times, wide eyes.

"Well I wasn't the only one, right?" they said, turning their head to the others. Marshall islands cleared their throat.

"Well, technically Samoa was the one who brought tarot cards and the candles for this" they clarified and pointed Tonga with their thumb. "And this lad here was the one who came up with all this idea." they continued as the concerned nooded, a proud smile on her face.

"Kiribati was the one who started trying to summon Uab and we don't talk about how Malaysia suddenly became a shaman, fan of black magic." Samoa added, snickering when the Malay girl roller her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest. Fiji got even more confused.

"And what did even Marshall Islands do?" they asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well I helped Palau to get the fake ouija board" they argued back, smiling. Fiji let out a gruff of annoyance and put their hand on their scalp, looking at buns friends, already feeling exasperated because buns knew that they wanted to plan.

"So all of this is just a pretext to show that I get easily more scared than any of you?" they said, a deadpan expression on her face. Marshall islands snickered a little and waved their hand to gesture vaguely.

"No no no it's only because we want everyone to participate because it wouldn't be funny." they vaguely said, smiling innocently. Fiji sighed as Palau put her hand on buns shoulder.

"You know you can't tell us if you don't feel to do it, it's okay" she said as Fiji felt her pride and ego a little bit hurt. She gently removed her hand and looked at the Marshallese with more determination.

"I'll do it."

[...]

"Oh god, what did I've put myself into..."

Fiji shakily held the candle, having difficulties to look properly at their reflections in the mirror. They could hear from the other side of the door buns friends giggling while someone else, probably Palau, was asking them to make it silent. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to show them that I don't easily get scared!" she insisted, despite sweating in fear. What time even was it? Already 3am? If not, then normally Bloody Mary wouldn't come out right? According to the legend? She shook her head.

"No no no, it's not real. If spirits and other things like that exist, then Palau would already dislocated herself in front of us whereas Malaysia would already look like those scary shaman in horror movies." Fiji tried to reassure herself.

She took a big breath and looked straight at her reflection, the candle's flame was shaking.

Alright let's do this.

"Bloody Mary? "Fiji hesitantly called.

No responses.

"Wait I'm dumb it's supposed to be three times-" they thought.

"Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary."

Fiji repeated the words, carefully in spite of feeling more fear each time she pronounced a word. She didn't also noticed it but during the entire time, she kept her eyes tightly closed and so did her grip on the candle, ignoring the burning feeling the melting wax was giving her.

She cautiously opened one eye and inspected around, trying to see something suspicious or something that changed, whenever if it was the bathtub filled with blood or writing on the walls as she purposely didn't look in the mirror.

Nothing weird. She sighed a little bit of relief.

"Hey Fiji, you're still alive in there???" a muffled voice said on the outside. Fiji nodded shakily but remembered that they couldn't saw her. "Y-yeah" buns said, hearing no responses except some "wow" and whispers.

She heard the door click and Marshall opened it, their expression was in awe. Fiji raised an eyebrow. "Did you all really locked me here in case if I ran away?" she said, offended, but Marshall islands didn't responded and went to her.

"Did you really do it??" they asked, still in disbelief, their expression in admiration confusing the Fijian girl a little.

"Uh yeah?" she said as the marshallese started to smile widely.

"Wow congratulations! I knew that you would accept any challenges but I didn't actually except you to finish it!" they said, offending even more Fiji.

"So now you see as a reckless???" they said, frowning but the other personnification ignored it and took buns arm dragging them away from the bathroom. Palau, Tonga and Kiribati were waiting them.

"So... How did it went?" Tonga asked.

"It went perfectly! Fiji have made it! She said Bloody Mary three times without fleeing in fear!" Marshall islands responded, earning some "wow" of surprise. Fiji let out a exasperated gruff.

"Seriously?! Do you all really think that I'm such a coward??" they said as Palau chuckled a little and tried to reassure her.

"no no no Fiji it's not that, it's only because that's something scary and to be honest, even us can't do that, really congratulations!" she said, shocking the Fijian a little. "wait really?" they said, wide eyes. The other nodded. "This time, it way more darker than talking to yourself because we have to admit, mirrors are actually scary, don't y'all think" Tonga asked as Kiribati solemnly nodded and so did Palau and Marshall islands. Fiji blinked a few times before looking around, raising an eyebrow as she changed a little bit the topic.

"Wait were are Malaysia and Samoa?" they asked.

"Malaysia went to eat some of the snacks that was left in the dining room and Samoa went to the bathroom. " Palau responded simply, shrugging as Fiji hummed.

"Why don't we go to the living room? Watching a movie?" Kiribati suddenly asked, pecking everyone's attention "Yeah sure! It will probably calm Fiji a little, right?" Palau asked as she turned her head to the Fijian who though about it and nodded.

"Yeah let's go" buns as Marshall Islands smiled.

"Yay! I'm the one who choose this time!" they said and went to the living room as Kiribati widened his eyes and followed them. "Hey that's not fair! You were already the one who have chosen the movie last time!" He whined as the other three chuckled a little and went after them. Palau held Fiji's hand who was smiling a little, mostly because they didn't wanted her to do that again.

The two were the last that arrived in the living room as they took a place either on the couch or the pillow below an Fiji looked at the screen, not questioning about why they said that Samoa was in the bathroom even though she and Marshall islands barely went out from it.

[...]

The small group kept watching whatever Marshall islands have chosen one pass the time. Fiji was sitting on the floor, a pillow in their hands while Palau was playing with her hair, braiding it a little, while thinking about random stuff that crossed on their mind.

Until buns remembered something.

"Wait, it has been a while since we have seen Malaysia nor Samoa" buns noticed, pulling everyone's attention.

"Uh it's true" Palau said, stopping the hair braiding.

"shouldn't we check on them?" Tonga asked. Marshall Island though about it.

"Yeah maybe we should see them. But I think we can only check on Malaysia because it would be awkward from Samoa since she's in the bathroom" Kiribati said, chuckling a little.

Fiji seemed to be the only one who knew that there was something wrong. "Wait, how come Samoa is in the bathroom even though me and Marshall islands went out of it?" she thought, a little bit concerned but before she could say it, Palau took her hand and dragged them in the dining room.

"Don't you think that it's kind of concerning that Malaysia still hasn't showed up? I mean there weren't a lot of snacks that we left on the table." Tonga said, going to switch up the light.

But when she tried to do it, she nearly screamed when the switch lit up for a small moment and shut off, leaving the group in complete dark. Palau groaned in frustration.

"Great, I hope the electricity company will not increase my bill for that" she complained as Fiji reassured her while Marshall islands took his phone and activated its flashlight. They frowned.

"Why do I feel like there's something wrong?" they said, feeling shivers down their spine. No one responded, because they all felt the same. They sighed and went in front of them as the four other followed them cautiously from behind.

[...]

The small group were in front of the dining room but no one was there and not a single feel of life.

"Are you sure that Malaysia really told you that she was eating snacks in the dining room?" Fiji asked, not really knowing why they were shaking in fear upon seeing only a part of the table.

"Well, that's what she told us?" Tonga responded, trying to reassure herself.

"Malaysia??" Kiribati called out.

No responses.

"Malaysia are you there??" he said more louder.

No responses. The five grew even more concerned.

"Alright, who will go first to check her out?" Palau asked, looking at the others, hoping that one of them would volunteer themselves to go.

In the end, after an awkward silence, Tonga sighed and raised their hand.

"Alright, I'll go." she said as she took out her phone to activate the flashlight to see something and hesitantly went further into the room while the four stayed behind, feeling tense.

They got even more scared when, a few seconds later, the four heard a scream.

Palau took Fiji's hand and nearly rushed to the dining room, feeling even more scared than ever as Kiribati and Marshall islands followed the two from behind.

Upon seeing what was it, the palauan girl's face went completely livid as everyone froze as well.

Numerous splash of blood were on the floor, more or less new and fresh. The walls were also decorated in red while a few were still dripping. A tray of blood went from the floor to the table where a quite big bowl layd. Tonga was on floor, her hands in front of her mouth, a horrified expression on her face as she was shaking like crazy while her tears were threatening to spill.

"W-what happened...?" Palau shakily asked, also feeling as if her legs would give up on her as well. Fiji seemed to notice it and held her, looking at her partner worriedly.

"I-I don't know! When I entered here, I tried to not scream in terror when I saw the blood in the room but when I've looked at-at THIS-" Tonga aggressively pointed with her fingers the bowl. "W-when I saw the thing inside, it was just too much...!"

The four looked at each other, concerned and scared at the same time. Tonga was someone who was into paranormal and horror stuffs so that's means that the thing she saw inside this bowl must have been a living nightmare.

Hesitantly, Kiribati went to see what was so traumatic about the bowl or mostly what's inside.

He leaned a little bit to have a better view of the recipient's interior and nearly fell off as he let out a scream as well. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled. Eventually, despite their rising fear, Fiji, Palau and Marshall Islands went to his side and check it out, each of them feeling their blood running cold.

Inside the bowl were just pure red blood and in the middle of this horrific view was a skull was floating eerily and so lightly almost like a paper boat while next to it, a flower floated as well.

An hibiscus. The one that Malaysia always wore.

"I-impossible...!" Palau blurred out, holding even more onto Fiji. "No no no it can't b-be... Her! It can't be Malaysia!!" she continued, feeling even more sick as if she wanted to throw up.

"I've told myself the same thing b-but this flower is exactly what Malaysia always wear! It can't be just a coincidence!" Tonga said, still shaken up, holding themselves as if they would end up in the same way too. Kiribati saw how distressed they looked and went to their level, trying to comfort them. Marshall Islands looked at the skull again and felt shivers down their spine.

"We need to find out who did that. " they said, not even noticing that they went further away from the bowl.

"But how can we do that??? All of us sticked together throughout the night! " Palau responded, still clinging on Fiji who thought about what the palauan girl said as buns's expression darkened.

"Not everyone sticked with us." she suddenly noticed, peeking everyone's attention. "Samoa said that she went to the bathroom even though I was still there. Right?" Fiji asked, looking at everyone. Kiribati blinked a few times and had a confused expression on their face.

"Wait we are dumb. Samoa told us that she was going to the bathroom even though Fiji was still inside." they said, face-palming themselves. Palau looked at Fiji, wide eyes.

"W-wait so you're telling me that..."

"Impossible..."

The four looked at Tonga who looked at the ground, a blank and numb expression on her face as they still themselves in their arms.

"I've known Samoa since we were toddlers. She can't just- do that.. She is not that kind of person" Tonga kept talking, not believing that her friend would that. "it's just- can't be possible.."

Kiribati looked at them concerned mainly about how Tonga seemed to be so traumatized about all of this. Marshall Islands fell bad for her but they sighed and looked at the Tongan. "I'm sorry Tonga but Fiji is right. Samoa said that she was going to the bathroom but buns was still there, chanting Bloody Mary. I know that for you, she can't be the murderer but she is one of the suspect." they said, feeling bad when Tonga seemed to agree on it, despite feeling a twist inside her heart. Fiji then got even more confused.

"Wait, if Samoa said that she was going to the bathroom but I was inside, then where is she?"

Everyone seemed to notice it too and started to get concerned as Kiribati was the first one to speak.

"If she saw that thing, maybe she ran away? I mean, it would be understable knowing the circumstances." they theorized.

"Palau's house is not that big. We have already checked the living room, here, the bathroom and Palau's bedroom is just full of sleeping bag, making it even more smaller than it's already. She couldn't really hid herself here right?" Kiribati added. Palau shook her head and tried to get up on her own, much to Fiji's concern.

"the keys of my house are still with me and there's no duplicate of it. She couldn't ran away because I've already locked the house since we all sleep here." she explained, putting her hand on her head, feeling a headache coming. The marshallese sighed once again.

"So you think that, despite what Fiji said, she is ironically in the bathroom?" they asked. The rest went silent, torn between if it's probably true or nonsense. Tonga was the first one to speak.

"There's no other choices that are rational than that. If she said that she was in the bathroom then maybe we should check." they said, finally feeling strong enough to stand up.

In the end, all of them hesitantly agreed, fearing another really bad surprise.

[...]

This time, Fiji was the one who lead the small group, holding for dear life her flashlight.

While the four were following buns, now knowing that this evening turned out to be a horror movie, the Fijian had numerous thoughts in her mind.

"She can't be in the bathroom, I barely went out of it and they said that she went there."

"But maybe she was just in such a hurry I didn't saw her going there?"

"no I would at least feel someone and I would saw her in a fraction of second."

"But then-"

"Who's going first?"

Fiji came back to reality when Palau started to talk. Indeed, they five arrived in front the bathroom and immediately, buns felt even more a dreadful sensation in buns body, as if something else was there.

"I'm not going first this time!" Tonga said, even backing up a little bit. The rest looked at each other and in the end, Marshall islands stepped forward. "Alright, I'll go check first." they decided, carefully opening the door. At first, the others didn't knew if they should let them alone but after a small talk, they knew that probably it would be wiser to not let one of them alone, mostly what they have seen.

Marshall islands shakily held their flashlight, looking around the bathroom.

They directly smell the putrid scent of blood, making them sick with the feeling of throwing up. The marshallese tried to ignore it and looked around, feeling themselves as if they were dying inside.

Just like in the dining room, the bathroom was decorated with blood but this time, it seemed more brutal as the red color was way more present. It was even more creepier when Marshall Islands saw that there was hand trails and fingerprint nearly everywhere as if someone was dragged there.

But the horrid smell didn't came from that.

They turned their head and really though that this time, they would lost it.

The bathtub was nearly full of blood, even dripping a little, accentuating the nightmarish vision of it. The worse in that is how the liquid was clearly sticky and not smooth nor fluid, making it even horrid because it meant that the bathtub was only filled with blood and not a small amount of it mixed with water.

"Is everything okay Marshall??" Palau asked from behind, covering her nose because the smell was so powerful it could be scented outside the bathroom.

"I think you guys aren't ready for this-" they said, holding more tightly on the door frame.

"Wait what's inside?-" Fiji asked, fearing the response as Marshall islands slowly backed up away, their eyes showing incredible fear. "By your look, it's something that we shouldn't look if we're too sensible-?" buns asked, as the smell started to get stronger, making Fiji feel the urge to throw up as she thought how did this happened.

"I mostly really hope that Samoa wasn't there" They said, their face still livid from what they have seen. The rest looked at each other, concerned because they didn't wanted to see it either to be honest. Kiribati sighed. "At this rate, I would prefer that instead of putting each other into traumatic situation, we should make sure that the rest, which is us, will live. Don't you think?" they asked.

Fiji was about to protest until Palau cut her off. "Yeah I think it will be better." they admitted, suddenly feeling tired. The fijian bit her lips, not feeling any good foreshadowing from all of this but in the end, hesitantly accepted as well.

"And I also think we should go back to the living room. At this rate, it's the safest place here" Marshall Islands added as everyone nodded. Fiji was the last one who was convinced.

[...]

They all sat in the living room, either too scared or too stressed to do anything except sitting and trying to find a comfortable position. The atmosphere has never been so heavy and tense. In the end, Kiribati decided to speak up first as he turned his head to look at the marshallese who was comforting Tonga.

"Are you sure you really haven't seen Samoa in the bathroom, not fully or whatever?" he asked ,trying to not say dead as well as Marshall Islands shook their heads. "I would have seen at least a part of her, if you meant that way and either way, I was too frozen in shock and fear to see who was inside the bloodba- bathtub." they admitted, a little bit embarrassed as Tonga tried in return to reassure them as well that it was okay.

Fiji let out a heavy breath and sank more into the sofa, crossing buns arm on buns chest. Palau looked something else, trying to ease her mind.

Until she felt something weird inside her.

She let out a "hmpf" sound and held her stomach, peeking everyone's attention. Fiji was the first one to react and sat further next to her.

"Palau, are you okay?" they asked concerned. Palau nodded, frowning as she held more her stomach, not feeling well.

"Is it because of what we saw? Do you need water?" Tonga asked too, coming closer but Palau stopped her. "No no that's fine, I'm okay-" she said but soon, the palauan girl gritted her teeth and groaned in pain, holding herself more. Kiribati and Marshall Islands, in their turns, automatically went to check. Fiji got even more scared and shook her.

"Palau, are you sure you're okay?? Do you need to rest??? I can take you to bed if you want you kn-" buns froze and looked at her hand, her blood running cold.

Ashes.

Upon seeing that, the others gasped as Palau also saw it and widened her eyes, in horror. She shakily loose her grip on her stomach and immediately, numerous amount of ashes feel of from where her stomach should have been. She tried to back up but another wave of pain hit her and she let out a scream.

"PALAU-" Fiji didn't had the time to speak when the latter's arm fell off in ashes just like half of her face. She looked at everyone with her remaining eye and tried to plead them to help her but her mouth have also collapsed, making her looking like a skeleton of a half charred person.

The three stepped back a little, horrified. Was it actually Uab? Or just the consequences of what they have done? They didn't knew anymore.

"NO NO NO DON'T TELL ME IT'S UAB, HER CAN'T-" Fiji yelled in panic, as Palau held buns with her remaining arm, strengthening the eerie scene because it started to dissolve itself too. Without even having the time to think, the Fijian held her closely, ignoring the part of buns girlfriend on buns clothes. Tears started to form in their eyes.

"NO NO NO PALAU PLEASE, STAY WITH ME, PLEASE DON'T GO" buns kept saying, growing even more scared, horrified and daunted when Palau's lower body completely disappeared as well as her arms.

Fiji held her even more close, a small droplet of tear mixing with the ashes of her remaining partner who's head was the only left.

The Fijian opened her watery eyes and looked in horror what was left of Palau which was ashes. She looked at the others who didn't also knew what to do. She looked back at her hands, feeling horrible when she saw that there was ashes nearly everywhere.

Palau's ashes.

"We need to find a solution to stop all of this." Kiribati said, still not processing what happened mostly because it happened so fast they didn't had the time to react.

"But how??? We don't even where Samoa is, Malaysia became a skull and Palau just dissolved in front of us!" Tonga argued, now constantly fearing that those events will happen to them too.

"But at the same we can't just, stay here and let each other die." Fiji responded back, trying to not froze in trauma response.

"That's why I asked you Marshall islands if you were really sure that you haven't seen Samoa in the bathroom!" Kiribati insisted but Marshall islands kept shaking their head to say "no".

"Or maybe Bloody Mary?"

The three looked at Fiji, who started to think about all of this. Then it hit her.

It all started when she was in the bathroom, saying Bloody Mary three times and maybe even before when she and her friends have played with the ouija board. So, all of this was actually real? But where was Toyol then?? Was he the one who killed Malaysia or maybe Bloody Mary?? There was too much questions in buns head and yet, despite knowing that, at this rate, nothing make senses, it was a little bit difficult to put the link between how did the Malaysian girl died and how Samoa disappeared and it was frustrating, mostly because Fiji's mind was still traumatized about Palau's death.

"I mean- It would probably make sense since you know, Bloody Mary, curses, murders and shit" Tonga resonated, trying to connect the dots together. Kiribati looked at her, concerned.

"Do you think then that we should go back to the bathroom?" they asked, not really wanting to smell the horrid scent of blood.

"we don't really have a choice. After all, most of this mess started there, right?" Marshall islands asked but soon looked at Fiji, worried. "However, I don't think that we will be in major help since you know... You were the one who summoned her."

"Much to my non-consent" Fiji mumbled under her breath, now regretting to not trust her feelings. "What am I supposed to do then?" buns asked.

"Maybe Marshall meant that you should be the one entering first." Kiribati clarified, peeking instantly the fijian's attention. "What???" buns asked, dumbfounded and a little bit annoyed. First, she got forced to do it then Palau died and now they asked her to go back into that damned bathroom again.

"You were the one who summoned Bloody Mary! Probably, she shouldn't hurt you unlike us if we go back there" Tonga answered. Fiji got even more confused.

"isn't like the opposite?" buns said back but Tonga shook her head. "I don't think so."

Fiji looked down, mostly at her clothes and hands who were covered with ashes. At the same time, she wanted to see and understand why all of this happened but she also knew that those kind of thought always lead to death as well, from what she have seen in horror movies.

In the end, they sighed and accepted.

"If only you follow me and don't leave me alone in the bathroom." Fiji clarified as the three nodded, relieved a little. The concerned hesitated and decided to finally get up and looked at her friends, a complex expression on her face and yet a small of determination in her eyes.

"Alright. Let's go. "

[...]

"... Oh my fucking god."

The four went inside the bathroom and immediately got assaulted by the putrid scent who only got worse from Marshall island's memories.

The blood on the walls started to dried up a little but the one in the bath only got worse as more of the red liquid started to drip even more. Tonga shivered.

"Indeed, I understand now why you didn't wanted to go further." They said, gripping onto their cloth a little bit more while Kiribati was on alert.

Fiji was mainly the one panicking, because buns didn't knew if this thing would happen to them too if they don't find a way to resolve this mess in time.

"Well, it's not the act of talking with each other and being scared that will get us to solve all of this." they said, taking a big breath before looking at their reflection in the mirror once again.

The Fijian swore that she would probably flinch in horror from what she have seen because it wasn't her.

Instead of a clear reflection of herself, it was a crooked eerie figure that looked like a creepy mix of her and someone else, as if it was actually a person trapped inside. They didn't had a face and yet Fiji felt as if it was looking through buns soul. Marshall islands put their hand on the other's shoulder.

"Hey, are you sure you still you want to do it. I know that we all want this slaughter to end but at the same time, I don't want you to feel forced to do it." They tried to resonate, worried but Fiji removed their hands and looked them in the eyes.

"I know it Marshall but... I'll be fine you don't have to worry. I know, the current situation says otherwise but I've already done it before, right? That's alright. I'll do it." buns said, smiling a little despite the fear in buns chest. The marshallese seemed hesitant but in the end, gave up and joined the others, backing up while Fiji put her hands on the sink's sides, trying to look at her reflection - or what was left - feeling her eyes and forehead burning hot in each second.

"Alright, what should I do?" she thought, gripping more the sides of the sink. "Should I say Bloody Mary three times once again or something else??" they tried to resonate, already losing their concentration but still tried their best to fight it back.

In the end, the latter opened buns mouth and started to do the same thing buns have done at the start of this evening.

"Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary."

Fiji quickly said, this time watching straight at the mirror. Meanwhile, Marshall islands, Tonga and Kiribati all closed their eyes and clinged onto each other. The first one who opened their eyes was Kiribati, and it was only one, still holding tightly Tonga's arm.

"Nothing happened???" the gilbertese asked as Fiji looked at him and hesitantly shook her head.

But without having the time to react, a violent bright red flash went past the Fijian's eyes followed by a scream, blinding them for a small moment.

Fiji shrieked and covered her eyes, not knowing where did things came from but the weirdest about that is how quick it disappeareded just as much as it appeared so suddenly.

Soon, after a very small moment, it dissolved completely and the Fijian personification slowly and shakily let their arm down, blinking a few times.

"Guys? Are you oka-"

Fiji stopped talking and looked at the scenery in horror.

The bloodbath was dripping all over, covering all of the entire floor as a silhouette emerged from there. A hunched woman who was (obviously) covered in blood who was also dripping as well. She had long back hair that was still going because the edge was floating on the red liquid. She was shaking and her hands were firmly on the bathroom walls, creating bloody fingerprints.

But that wasn't the only thing that Fiji was so horrified about because there wasn't only blood on the floor.

The personification saw the three completely mangled bodies of buns friends, their heads all splattered across the floor, making none of them recognizable, as if even some of their head part was mixed with each other. The rest of their bodies was worse and Fiji couldn't describe it without feeling the urge to throw up until she passes out.

As the woman, the personnification couldn't looked at her even though she wasn't facing buns. She was shaking so heavily that her hands was crushing the walls. At first, Fiji was completely on shock and couldn't move a inch before coming back to their senses.

"I have to get out of here. QUICK."

But before they could even react on time, the woman's head turned slowly and eerily with the sound of an old clock, without her body moving. That only made Fiji back up furthermore, eyes as wide as plates and let out a gasp when buns only saw an eye watching through buns soul, as well with blue and red on her face.

"S-samoa...?" they said, their face going pale.

The concerned didn't responded and only kept looking the Fijian who started to hear voices. Not in buns head but outside but buns didn't knew if it was actually coming from ነa̶ጠo̶ል or someone.

But before buns could say something, F̸͔͒̓i̶̫͎͑̊j̸̢̥̒ï̸̪͋ h̸̬͊a̶̗̭̒v̶̡̪͌e̵͎̊ͅ f̷͈̝͘͠e̸̫͌ḽ̷̩̒t̶̯͆ s̷̠̕ỏ̴͍m̵̙̈́͒e̴̯͔̚t̴̢̘̽͌h̸̜͙̿̂i̶̝̇͟ņ̴̜̉͌g̵͇͐͝ b̸͈͑u̶̹͝r̸͇͙͐n̵͖̰̉̀ḭ̸̾n̶͇̠͛g̵̘̓ ĩ̵̯ṅ̶̮̳͝s̴͓͐i̸̦̻͒d̶̛͓e̸͈͊̉ ȟ̶̦ȩ̴̽r̴̼͎̍,̸̤̯͂̄ m̷̨̠͆å̴̫̹̀ì̶̑͟ṋ̴͈͊ĺ̵̰ỳ̴̟͓́ ḭ̷̘̒ṋ̴͙̆ h̸̜͌̿e̷̡̻̒ř̸͕͘ o̸̙̫̚r̷̛̥͒g̴͓̲̐â̷̖̣͝n̸̹͌ṡ̴̛̪̮,̸̩͎͆͠ m̶̳͕̀͗ȧ̵͔͑k̷̫͆ḯ̴̡̊ͅn̸̪͔͐g̴̨̎ t̴̼̱͛h̷̗̿è̷͉̎ͅm t̷̛̮̯́h̵̹̯̉r̵̟̟̀o̸̪̘̍ẅ̶͕̩́ ú̵̩̑p̵̝͐͝ f̶͈͑͐ē̵̗̝e̷̫̻͂͠l̶̟̜̐͘i̸͔̕ǹ̵̪͑ǵ̴̰͛ ĕ̷͈͌v̸̲̮̋̈ë̶͙ṉ̷͑ m̶͚̔o̷͎͊ŗ̴̻̆e̵̖̯͆ s̷̼̖͐ẗ̸̪́̌r̷̦̒o̸̱͋n̶̳͋g̸̕͜e̶͔͑͜ȓ̴͖̏.̵͉͝ W̷̢̻̆͛ḭ̶̖̀̉t̷͍̉͟h̵̩̊̚õ̵̞̘u̵͙̽̚ṭ̸̀̒ é̷̟͇͒v̷̘͍͂e̷̡̠͗n̵̲̖̈́̈́ ḧ̶̠̗́a̴̛̖̳v̶̮̘̓͡į̶͕̎̽n̵̠̅g̶͖̖͝ t̸̏͒͟h̴̨̻̐́e̵̟̋͋ t̵̫̒͠i̴͚͐m̷̡̜̈́͘e̷̜̎̏ t̷̩̄̍o̵͎̒ r̷̺͈̿ȅ̷͔g̵̯͋͑i̷̜̬̊͒s̵̓͜͝ͅt̶̥̹́ȅ̶͓̟r̵̼͒͂ w̵̻̓̀ͅḩ̴̑͘͟a̶͔̫̕͡t̶̲̀̃ ḫ̷̈́ȃ̸̮̘p̸̪͚̽p̴̢̄̉e̶͕͂̾n̴͍̅̈́ḙ̴̈́d̶̮̊,̴̜̪͂ b̴̬̈̄͟u̵̒͜n̷̢͍͋̆s̸̪̎ f̶̗̊͟e̷͍͘ĺ̶̠̬t̵̰̾̾ a̸̺͚̾n̴̢̛͡ ì̵̯n̴̞̈́̐t̵̮̔é̷̗̍n̴̗̊͑͜s̸̭̎e̴͔̐̕ p̸͈̒̓ä̸̜͝ï̸̲̬̾n̴̬̜̋ ì̴̤̄n̸̛ͅ b̷̙͋u̸͙̖͂n̷͍̥͒̅s̸̨̮̊͘ ş̴̰̋t̷̛͟ó̵̫̩m̷̪̅͠ǎ̵̰̜c̷̠̎h̵̝́͛͜ ȃ̸̧̌s̴̩͕̎ t̶̹̄̀͜ḧ̶̢͇́ȅ̸̡ F̵̻́͛i̵͔͗̓j̴̪́į̶̓͠å̵̲n̵͕̊ t̴̡͔̔͡ḧ̶̹́͝r̸͉̳͌ḙ̶̄̃ẃ̸̭ u̵͇̲͘p̶̦͈̃ b̵̡̈ͅĺ̴̞̥̈́o̷̬͘o̵͕͚̓͑d̸͔͒,̸̺̺̒̽ l̶̢̝̃ọ̴̩̊ö̴̪̬̑k̸͔̞̏i̴̢̚n̵̫͋g̶̛͔̖̋ h̸̞̙͆̚o̸͉̩̎r̴̙̅r̴̖͇̀i̶̞̎f̵̫͍̀i̴̧͋e̸̯̬̒̽d̶̨͊͑ à̵̺́t̸̰̋ t̶̛̖̫h̸̰̆͝è̸̬͌͜ ş̴̣̆̒î̴͔̮͡g̷̃ͅh̷̯͐ o̶̜͛f̴̒͊͜ t̸̤̒h̵̨̤͒̄ē̴̲͜ n̷̬̹̽̏u̸̲͓͋̌m̸̬͎̓͡ẹ̷̓r̴̰͐͝o̷̓̈ͅu̶̯̪͊̇s̶̯̔ a̸͇̝̾m̷͎̳̅ȍ̴̙̯̇ū̷̻͉n̸̛̯̱t̸̡̜̀ ǒ̷̰̕f̶͍̪̈̐ ḃ̵̤͝l̴̊̏ͅo̶̡̼͒ȍ̷͟d̵̬̼͗͡ s̸͉̄͠h̴̰̐ḛ̸̠̈͡ h̶̼̝͝a̷̧͐v̷̤͡è̴ͅ ļ̸̘̽͆o̸͛s̸̰̽t̷̥̪͑.̶̫̈́

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̵̡͔̅Ḭ̵͗t̸̥̦̿͊ w̷̥͕̓̽a̵̯͖͐̄ş̷̮̌ a̴̟̤͗̿ v̵̝̑͘i̸̫͗̓c̷̹̄͡i̶̦̬͘o̶̹̓̀ṵ̵̈́͝s̷̡̢̾͌ c̵̮͐͊i̷̦̺̇̏r̷̨̋c̷̛̮l̷̫͒͋e̵̺͛̈́.̶̫͊̋ S̸̭̝̊h̵̘͉̎e̸͙̲̍͗ c̵͔͆o̶̘̞̕u̶͉̓́ǵ̶͓̫̆h̴͇͊̊͜é̸̩̋d̸̖͙͑ ǎ̴͉n̴̪̒͝d̸̨́̃ t̷̨͚̆͋h̵̳̋ŗ̶̃e̵̛̦̩w̴̦͇̓ u̸̥̦͋͆p̸̙͌ b̵͖̬̔ḽ̸̹̄͝o̷̞͕̓ȍ̸̟̙͝d̷͎̍̀,̵͚͊ h̸̤̆e̸͔̿̔r̴̺̦͝ o̴̩͊͡r̵̢͛̋͟g̶̘̅́a̶̙͚͠n̴̦̊s̴̳̒ w̷̢͊ǫ̸̗̋̈u̵̻̎l̵͓̑d̷̹̈́ c̴̤̥̋ó̷̢̑m̶̮̙͂̾ẹ̸̫͊ ǒ̷̲̽ṵ̶̌̾t̷̘͔̉ f̴̗͉̌u̶̧͔̚r̴̨̀̋t̶̛̟͆h̴̟͟͠e̶͍͙̿͝r̶̘̝̄,̴̫̊ m̷̼̞̆̉o̸̝͗ř̵͚̑͜e̵͍̙͛ o̴̝̖̾f̷̱̓̚͟ t̸̗̫̊́ẖ̸͔̈͒i̵̡̦͊͘ŝ̸̮͗ r̵̞̠͂e̴̬̰̎d̷̺͖̉d̴̛̺̜̀ī̷͇s̸̛̮̰̓h̷̜͠ ḷ̸̈̀i̵̛̜̞̓q̸̍͊͟u̸͚̔͡ỉ̷̩̔͟d̶̗͝ w̵͇̟̄͌o̶̹̳͛̏ṳ̴̽̚ͅl̸͍͆d̶̲̀͝ d̸̼̅ǐ̴͇r̶̠̎̄ͅt̸̺͆y̶͖̠̾̔ t̷̫̆h̶̢̋̉e̸̯̖͝ f̸̦̔͝l̵̰͎̈́o̴͉͊̊ȏ̴̬̮͝r̷̗͒̔.̵̼̯͌ I̵͘ͅţ̴̬̃ w̷̙͕͂̌a̴̺̣͊̈́s̷̭͍̄͝ a̷̭̍͐n̸̝͊̿ ę̵̠̌n̷͙̿͝d̷̦̣̓͡l̶̬̚͝ȩ̴͗s̷͕̫̄s̶̢̀̕͟ c̵̹͘ͅi̶͂̿͟r̸̫̺̚c̸̛̘̿l̸̥̍ė̷̩͋ ö̷̻́̐f̵̺̬͌ ť̷̞͇o̷͔͛͜r̷̺̓̾t̵̥̫͊ú̵̯ͅr̶̺̻͐̂ȅ̵̝͈.̷̲̆̅ W̴̢͗̈ḧ̷̲́a̶̭̺͋ţ̶͇̄ d̶͖͋̀i̵͍͒́͜ḓ̵̆ s̷̻͇͂̎ĥ̷͔͆e̵͈̐̾ d̷͚̹̉o̸̻̍ t̷͎̅o̸͕͂̕ d̸̜͖̀̃e̴̫̓̈́ŝ̴̖̜ē̸̙̣̏r̶̳̦̈́v̷̡̙̀e̶͓̅̆ ȉ̷͙̏t̶͚̐͝?̵͎̔ W̴͇͊ą̸̓̀s̴͇̚͠ i̷͈͆t̸͉͉̊͡ r̵̯͝ę̶́͆a̸͛͟l̶̜̫̓̌l̸̛͈͚͒y̷̖̬̿ S̴͐ͅä̵̙́ṁ̶̺o̵̍͜à̶̙͠?̶̪̞̀ Ó̶̫ȑ̴͈̣ s̷̞̐͜o̸̱͝ṃ̷̒e̸͙̯̋ọ̴͋͗ṇ̶̝͝e̴̦̒̑ e̶̝͛l̵͖̈́̄s̵̟̃͛ë̷̡͉͒?̸͓̊͊ S̶̩̦͗̈́a̸̡͋͛͜m̵̛̤͋o̵̮̘̔a̸̺͛ ẘ̷̟̘o̴̭̖̿ṳ̷͒l̶̦͐̒d̴̻͒ͅ n̶̢̨̅͆ȩ̷̑͟v̴̧̏͛e̶̼̺̍́r̶͎̅ h̶̟͝a̶͔̒v̶͚͋̕ë̶͙̤͆ t̶̯͉́h̸̜͋́ȋ̸̬̫͑s̵̘̒̿͟ m̴͕͈̔ů̸̙̒c̴̤̳̐h̴̻͑ p̴̗̈́͛ǒ̶̜̼w̸̙̉̈e̵̮͋r̶̡̓͟,̸͕̓͝ i̸͇̔ẗ̴͓̰́̃ w̶͈̬̓̌a̴̙̹͌̕s̴͕̅͋ i̷̹͑̉ͅṃ̸̪͘͝ṕ̴̟̰͠o̷̲̅͡s̶̎͟s̸̹̈́í̸̹b̵̰͂̌l̸̺̥͑͝e̸̦̔̊!̷̘̽

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̸̳́Ę̷̞͠v̴̲̓̈ě̵̝r̵͍̺̈́̀y̴̛̛͇ṱ̸̓ͅḣ̸̝̻͡ì̶̥n̵̝͑̕g̶̠̈ h̵̦̑̒ủ̸͔̙r̶̺̔͊t̷̼̬͝ś̷̨̫̕,̷͉́͜͠ ȩ̵͓̈̽v̸̗̳̓ḙ̴͈́̒r̶̺̅ý̶͎̥ṫ̵͇̣̑h̷̰̓ͅí̷͉͝n̶̪̈͝ĝ̴͓͙̽ b̸͎̄͂ų̴̥̅r̷͖͓̈́n̶̢̛̲͋e̸̼̮͗d̶͓͟͝ a̴̭͡n̶̮͡͠d̴̦͔͌ h̶̲͚̏ȩ̷̬͝͠ȑ̸̩͖ ẗ̶ͅȇ̴͇ą̷̣̿̈́r̴͖̞̍s̷̓̅ͅ w̴̲̖̍a̶̜̝͐̕s̷̟͖͗͌ m̴͔͒i̴͓̚͟ș̵͕͛̾é̵̹r̶̥͝a̴̮͓͆̄b̶̧̂̚l̵̃ͅe̶̛̟͋ i̷̮̲͆̑n̶̹̏ c̶̛̭͈o̴̙̬͗͂ṇ̸̐͌ț̵̺͒̃r̷̘͂͊a̷̼̜̾͂ŝ̷̺t̸̝̋ͅ ȍ̵̦̀f̶̞̿̔ t̸̯̜͝͝h̴̬̫͗e̸͇̯̾̍ b̵͚̈́ḽ̴̀̾o̶͖̐o̶͉͋͗d̸͚̟̂̈́ ş̴̈̀ĥ̷̜̟ȇ̵̖̻ h̶̙̊͠a̷̻͘v̸͆͜é̷͓̒ l̴̜̳̊ò̵̳͕s̷͔̈́̕t̵͙̚.̵̦͓̎

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̵̙̊͘M̴̡͓̉̎e̶̡̿å̸̖̂n̶̝̜͗w̵̘̱̔́h̷̖͆̕i̵̝̽̔l̴̺͗e̴̱̋ "̸͓͙̔S̵̞͋ä̵̳́̈m̸̡͠ȏ̸̺̱ȧ̶͔"̶̠͛ s̴͖̈́ṫ̷̗i̴̮͇̎ĺ̵̻̓l̴̪̄ l̵̯̬̈́ỏ̵̺ͅo̵̩̓k̵̗̼̆ȩ̴̭́d̸͙̯͑ ȧ̶̡̈́t̷̮̻̋̅ h̸̜̼̕e̷͕͑̽r̷͇̲̉̀,̸̩̌ w̵͈̒ĭ̵̳̍t̵͓̀h̴̝́ t̷̥͔͒̈́h̶̞̭̽͝e̶͇͚̚ s̷̠̤̈a̶͖̓͐m̸̟͈̓ë̷̡̱̈́ h̸͓̿ư̸̤̼̅n̶̨̥͒ĉ̸̣̍ͅh̴̘̎̂ȩ̷̄ḍ̶̝̀ p̸̡̭͒̏ȏ̷̼̆s̸̖̓̒ì̵̬͙͋t̶͙͠ĭ̸͉͘ö̷̧́n̸̙͋̾,̵̪̒̎ o̴͉̤͑̊n̸̢̮̏l̷̩͂y̵̞͗ ḧ̷̢͙́͂e̶͎͆r̵̡͊ e̵̤̿̽y̵̬̟͂e̵̻͌ w̸̮͋ͅa̸̗̍͡s̷̤͖̏͑ v̸̰̌i̴͚̅s̴̢̎ì̷̼̪b̴̟̭̏͂l̶̢͋͝e̴͕̕ ä̵̦̮́s̷͕̔̂ h̵̢̻̒̋e̶̘̍̈r̵̞̓ ḫ̴͘ǎ̷̙̕ñ̵̯̻̐ḍ̶̇̉s̶̪͋̓ w̶͙̒ė̴͓̟̒r̷̜̔͛ͅè̷͇ a̵̲͠l̵̟̈s̵͇̥̏ǫ̵͔̋ a̵͖̋b̵͕̀͜ņ̸̢̅͝ȏ̷̫͊ȓ̴͌͜m̷̼̦̚a̷̫̾ḷ̵̾l̷̦̕y̶̡̮͂͋ ç̵͎̀r̵̪͕̾ơ̶̬͓͝ȏ̴̻̥̚k̷̬̱̆̏e̸̖̦͊̏d̵̙͌ a̵̞̠̓̾ǹ̷͟d̸̩͇͂ b̷̪̆̃ḽ̶̗̓̈ợ̶̉o̷̘̚͠d̵̄̈́ͅy̷̦͇̿.̸̦͝ S̴͈͚̿̈h̴͇̅͝ȅ̵̙̟͊ l̶̄͒ͅo̶̮̽͝o̵͇̅̀ͅǩ̶̳̞̒é̶̘d̸̜̕ ả̵̳t̶̥͎͊͡ ĥ̵̬͂ē̵̘̮͝r̴̮̪̂͋ f̴̜͓́̚r̸̜̈́͑i̵͔̮̇̌ē̴̻̜̈́n̷̡̩͌͐d̴̤̤̐̚ ẅ̴̫i̷̡͗͘t̶̜͕̓͝ḩ̶̠̋ a̵̝͈̾n̵̛̝̄ i̸̙̞͠n̴̯͆͛͜ḍ̴͌̑ͅe̶̖̪͂̈́s̵͈̖͒͊c̵̮̄͡r̷̺͍̍̑ị̴̩͑b̴̍͜͟ă̸̠̯͒b̵͂̔ͅl̶̞̗̀͋e̴̗͋ e̵̱̋̇x̸͔͖̋p̸̥̮͝ŗ̴̗́e̴͉͈͋š̷̢̙s̴̨̛i̸̎ͅo̷̰͈̓n̷͓̮̊ o̵̼͡n̵͙͇̏ h̵̝́e̴̯̗͋͝r̴̬̫̒̀ f̷̏͝ͅa̶̝̋͒c̵͚̅͝ĕ̷̟͙̅ a̶̖͊̾s̶̊͜ F̸͔̽͝i̵͉̗͑̆j̶̯̒i̶̞͐ ẘ̵̨̧a̶͙̩͋̂s̴̖͒ s̵̭̑͐ͅt̷̤̹̉i̴̝̠̐l̸͙̭̔ḻ̵͘ s̴̛͉̭ṵ̷͈̓f̸̮̣͘f̴̩̮͌e̷̋͜r̵̻̒i̵͖̍n̴̳͘g̸̲͖͊ ỉ̴͖̳̕n̵̺͒̒ h̶̥̮͊̿o̸̓͟r̵̗̎̑r̵̥̲͊́e̴̲͆͐n̷̗͆ḋ̸̡͆͟ȯ̸̢͇̊u̴̮͡ͅs̸̡̈́ p̶̪̞̈́a̶̔͘ͅḯ̵̢͕̀n̴̝̰̑̕.̷͖̈́͝ D̷̻̾ȇ̷͇̯s̴̼͚̒p̵͇͖̍̾ǐ̴̧t̷̩͖̀͗ę̸͓̔ ẗ̴͔́ḫ̴̙͛e̷̝͋͐í̸͕͈͡r̴͙̫̊ ḅ̴̑̕ľ̷̻̘͑u̶̥̝̎r̶̞̠̾̇r̶̠͕̚y̵̩̓͝ v̴͓̾i̸̩̎͑͟ś̴̩̺ỉ̴̡̭ò̴̹͓͒n̵̘̫͝,̵͇̮̚ t̸͙̰̚ḧ̶͂ͅȩ̴͊͂ F̵̦̅͜i̷̢͡j̸̳̉í̷̟̩̋a̸̠̦̐n̴̦̓ t̵̗͡r̵̺͌i̷͇͙̎e̴̫̲͊͊ḓ̸̇̿ͅ t̸̓͜o̷̩̽ ľ̵͙ȍ̶̩ő̵͍̓k̸͖͒̍ a̴͔̚t̴̞̗̄́ h̷̲̊͗é̴̩̬́r̸͆͛͟ f̶̠͌̋r̴̲͙̃͡i̴̜̺͊e̸̙͊̀ǹ̶̯d̸̺͓͋ ǫ̷̔̓r̷̨̩̍ a̶̤̳͠t̴̮̫̀̉ l̶̺̿e̴̛̗å̴̬͚͐s̴̖̿t̷͇̭̊̊ w̶̋͜ḩ̶͖̏a̷̼͊ť̴̝ w̸̛̠̩̕a̸̯̚s̴̡̑ l̶̰͚̾e̷̠̾f̶̞͇̌ţ̷̈́͗ w̸̝̠̚͝h̷̪͘i̶̭͊c̵̳͑h̵̜̪̑ ẅ̵̞́ǎ̴͔ͅs̴͉̃̅ p̸̠̦̓r̷̢̆̂ọ̶̬̈b̸͇̽a̵͙̍̀͟b̶̘͒l̷̥̆̀ÿ̸̠́ ỏ̸̚ͅn̵͕̈́͜ľ̶̬͍y̷͇̦̏ t̷͎͌ͅh̵̝̣̽e̸̟͝ b̵̭̋͐o̴̢͙͑͌d̸̥̉͘ẙ̶̲̄.̸̟͒̊ Š̶̘͇t̴̥̋͟i̴͚͎̋̀l̷̯̘̀l̵̻̃ w̸͕̓i̵͔͘t̴̰͈͐͊h̵̟́ọ̵̮̉ú̶͔̙̒t̶͙̄ w̶̜̿̂ǫ̶͌̕r̷̻͉̍ḑ̶̀s̴̠̐̊,̷̬̗̈̋ "̷̱̅͝S̵̡̮̎á̴̝̩m̸̲̄͑ȏ̵̡ͅã̶̭"̵̺̽ ẉ̵̐ͅẻ̷̹̲̓n̴͔͙͝͝t̴̼͈̑ f̸̯̺̈́̓o̷̠̯͝r̶̜̙̾ẅ̵̯ă̴̰̠̈́r̵̫̘͝d̶̟͋͠ a̶̱̹̍s̸̞̱̐̚ F̵͙̯̀ḯ̶̠̲̚j̶͖̾i̸̳͛ t̶͕͙̉r̵͖͇̎͊i̶͕̊͂e̸̢͊̒d̶̙͍̑͘ ẗ̷͕̰́ŏ̸͈̻ s̴̗̫̍̓ṱ̵̼̓͆e̷̎͟p̷̡͆ b̶̖̰̎á̵̫͟c̷̗̊͑͜k̸͖̳͒,̵̙̅̚ r̷̬̓e̴̡̋͟s̸͚͙̃t̶̬͔͡ṙ̷͚̝̾a̷̻̱̚i̴̳̮̽n̸̟̠̿͗i̵̛̩ń̶̹g̵̦̑̉ t̷̘͊h̶͈̼̚e̷̼͊͝ ų̶͇̆r̵͔̒g̷̡̲̾̿ė̴̠͕̒ t̴̬̒̓ö̸̺͈́ t̷͙̉̐h̶̝͗͆r̴̥̓̐o̶̥͒̋w̵̝͖͗͗ ų̵̦͊̕ṕ̴͓͟ ä̷̻̖g̸̤̀a̶͓͎͌̀i̸̙͑̃n̶̫̅̇.̷̝̇

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̶͇͇͑"̷̢̬͋G̶̦̼̅-̶̖̓͝ǵ̷̘͓̊ó̷͍ ā̵̗͉̽ẇ̶̟a̴̗̤̋ÿ̷̼͇́.̸͚̐.̵̛͔̰.̴̪͚͛̀"̸̗̭̈́ ţ̸͐h̶̛͈̫͛ȅ̸̗̄y̵̟̠͝ t̴̳̒͡r̷̢̩͑i̷͔͔̊e̷̮͝d̵̻̥͆̽ t̴͇̋̉ó̷̟́ p̷̧̹̌͝l̴̘̾ẹ̷̢̑̕a̴̛̠d̸̲̚͟͝,̸͙̠͝ w̸̞͂͒i̴͍͋́ẗ̴͉́͜͠h̷̖͌̉ d̵̼͗ȉ̶̼̓f̷̡̅f̶̧͍͊͆ȋ̶̝̍c̸̤͚̏u̵̯̐͝l̸̲͋t̸͙̼͊i̴̧͌̄ě̸̺̖͊s̶̜̏ b̷͉̈́e̵̙̮̎͋c̶͔͉͂ā̶̛̟̺u̷̖̼͌s̵̭͋e̷̹͙͛͗ o̵̤͗̓f̵̨̢̍ ṯ̸̀h̸̹͝e̸͕̍̈́ ḅ̸̙̈̉l̶̗̣͑̋o̵̲̔͝o̴̗̓͜d̵̠͈́͠ i̴̠̪͋͝n̷̫͓̏͛ș̵̈́i̶͈̳͒̂d̵͍͘e̶̓͟ t̴̡̪͌ḧ̷̡̩́̓e̷͇͓̊ĭ̵̗͗r̷̟̾ m̴͈̄o̵̙̘͆͆u̴̪͑t̴̞̰͑͋h̷̟̺́͝.̷͍͐ͅ

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̷̢̛B̸̫͙̒͡ù̴̟t̷͙̄̓ "̷̳̊S̶͓̍à̸̗̺͊m̴̲͌͟o̸̡̾͘á̸̟̒"̴̖̌̊͜ ḓ̷̄͟i̵̙̜̽ď̴͖͝n̷̗͗'̶̫̈t̸̮̗́̊ l̴̢͓̇i̶̫͒̅s̵̡̓͐t̴̥̓́ě̷̮n̴̪̥̊e̴̜͆̋d̸͕̯̍͒ a̸̓ͅṉ̸̊d̶̢̍ o̴̪̔n̶̡͍̈́l̷͟͝y̵̘̕͡ w̵̰͆e̵̗̎̔ǹ̶̠̎t̸̥͎̎ f̴̲͝u̵̺̇̿r̸̮͗t̷̨̜̆̌ḧ̸̞e̵̺̎ṟ̶̛̭̓m̴̩̳̈́o̵̝̰̐̚r̸̝͕̄e̶͓͊ ṱ̷͇̍ọ̸͍͠w̷̩̕ǎ̷̤̝̏ȑ̴ͅḑ̸͈̐ ṱ̷͘͘ḣ̴̢̞̓è̸̝̺m̵͇̥̕ ä̸̻̗́n̸̳̦̓d̸̖̓̑ ḁ̶̮̄̚ v̴̧͋̿o̴̼͛̚ỉ̷͉̚c̵̢̈́̆é̸̖͆ c̸̡̙̕a̷͚̻̓m̴̖͂e̸̡̲̓̚ f̵̼̮̑r̶̢͈̊̓o̴̹͚͌m̶͔̿ h̴̠̔e̸̳͌̔r̴̜̭̐ m̴̪̽̒ò̷̧͕̅u̶̟̣̿t̸̩̣̅͒h̶̡͆͐.̵͈̔͝

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̴̗̯̅͑A̸̲͑̚ d̷̼̈́e̸͂̚͟ė̵̙͎̀p̷̛̠̄,̸̆̅��̖ ȩ̴̹̉̇ẽ̸̺̣ŕ̸͜i̶̧̡̓ề̴̠ ą̷̿͐n̸͇̼͂͂d̷͕̆͜ b̸̢̢̐͑ǒ̶͔̜ō̴̡̟̕m̷͕̉i̷̲͂͒n̷͍̉g̴̤̝͂̈́ ò̶̟̐ṇ̴̇́ȩ̵̦̈́̄.̷̯̄ N̶͍̐o̵̠͊ṱ̵̪͑ t̵̨̫̒̃h̸͈̔ͅe̴͔͘ o̶͖̦̒̀n̴͉̘̚ë̶̯̮́ ț̶͠h̶͇̳͆̉ą̷͉͝ẗ̷̙́̌ F̶̫̽ĩ̷̜̤j̷͓́ỉ̶͉̝͘ k̶̙̥͗͠n̸̤̈́̇e̴͔̣͋͠w̶̯̑̉͜.̶͎̓

"̶̡̯̦̗̟͔̀̀̈́̏̀͆̊̾̀̏͌͂T̶̜͇̜̠͍͙̘̩͓̀͑̑̉̒̓̈́̅̅̅͐͆͒ö̸̘̹́͂̍ơ̶͉̒̇̇̽͋ l̷̛̮̖̘̯̻͌͊͐̈̅̔̆̈́̓̎̆͘ă̶̢̢̡̛͙̟̙̦̼͇̹͈͓͙̒͂ţ̶̛̭͔̝̳̗͖̳̭͉̯̙̉̈́͂̂̽͌͂͛̊͝e̵͕̝̠̜̖̣̐̂̽̃̾"̵̟̯͙̝̹͕̳͆͐̽̓

Ȧ̴̩͖̚s̶̳̲͠ ș̸̻̓͆h̵͔̮͝e̷̡̯̎ p̴̲̌̊r̷̖̺͛̃ŏ̸͉̗n̴̺̓̂õ̴̩u̸̞͛n̴͎͙̽̆c̴̢̉̿e̶̞͆̕d̵͉̑ ṯ̶̀͘h̷͇̖́ǫ̶̟͊͐s̸̤͝ȇ̴̢͈̀ w̴̰͝ö̵͓͕́̑r̴̢̺͂͆d̶͓̃̒s̴̠͒̓,̴̳̝̈́̊ F̶͉̅ǐ̷̞̬̔j̶̘͛̚i̴̢̕ f̶̺̟̑͡ě̶̬͜l̴̦̈́͝t̵̪̾̀ h̴̩͎̔ȩ̴̢̿̚r̷̩͚̈́̈́ş̷̉̿e̴̫̍l̵̳̔̎f̵̫̲̆ e̵̳̭̐v̶͈͗e̸̡̱͗̎n̵̛͟͠ m̴̤͇͡o̴̰̔̎r̶̠̆ē̵ͅ c̵̳͍̈́̌o̶̧̩͑̂l̸͚͋l̸̻̒̍a̵̗̅ṕ̴̬̒s̵̩̮̀i̵̯̞͂͂n̵̢͉̾g̶̣̍͊ ä̵̚͜s̴͖̅͆ s̴̪̈́̿ȟ̶̪͚e̷̦̚ f̶͓͒͘ĭ̷̡̚n̷̳͛ă̵̧͉l̶̯͙͛̄ļ̸̽y̶̜̩̿ s̷̖͋c̵͈̤̒̅r̸̳̱̽e̷̝̅̌a̶̲͊̓m̵̼͂͂ḙ̶̀̒d̸̮̞̈́͒ i̶͙͂͑ǹ̸͕̥͗ a̶̪͌ͅg̴̲̙̓͘o̴̬̚n̴̖͚̿y̶̛̳.̴͇́̈ B̸͈͚͆ủ̴͔n̷͖͑͆ṣ̷̬̒͝ d̷͇̽͂i̸͖̓͗d̴͈̑̕n̷̜̮͝'̸̞̯̀t̶̹̓̎ h̸̙͇̑ä̶̞́d̸̞̈ a̶̪͡ v̴̖̱̐i̵̦̒͝s̸̝̈́î̷̪̐o̴͚͂n̴͎͚̈́ á̷͍̆n̷̠͑̊y̸̳̋m̷̤͌o̷̡̬͛ṛ̵̓e̷͈͠,̸̘̍ ȏ̵͕̼ņ̵͍̄͑ľ̴̳̻͡y̶̥͔͐̌ c̷̱̻̉ṛ̷͂e̷̻͗͘e̷͉͕̊̈́p̶͎͓͋̆y̷̪̋ v̶̦͝ǒ̷͉͗į̷̿c̶̨͔͘͝ȩ̵͔̽͝ś̴̬͔͋ a̵̞̓n̷̨̆d̵̝͆͛ ū̷͖̌n̴̟͐͊k̶̞̆n̵̰͛̓o̸̩̼̔w̵͕̐͗n̵̜͝ l̴̳͇͆a̶͍͝n̵̜̍̾g̶̡̃ụ̵̀â̸̙ǵ̵̬̃e̵͎̾͡s̴̹̹͝͡ ȃ̸̺͒s̴̱̹̀ ń̵̤ȕ̵͙͝m̶̧͂e̸̡͈͛̃r̸̗͒́ó̸̺̻̃u̶̥̮͊s̵̗̋ f̵̼́̍a̵̺̐̾c̸͉̝̄̓e̵̟̔̄ w̸͔̉̍e̶̝̞̍̚ń̵̙̫͒t̴̺̎̂ p̷̢̱̾à̷̳̹̏ŝ̶̙̰͝t̷̀ͅ i̶͓͗n̶̦̐ ḧ̷̢͈́̽ȩ̶̐r̵͎̈́̀ m̴̧͇̓ȋ̸̘̣n̶̟̄̃d̸̯̜̆͊.̶̺̯̎̒ I̸̢̞͂n̷̰͊̚ h̵̲̱͑͐ȇ̸̛̞r̶̮͒ ḽ̵̞̄͛a̴͙̘̋͑s̴͈͡t̶̡͎͑͊ b̷͕̗͝r̴̢͆͊e̵̪͌̑ä̴͓͉́͠t̸͈̿̈́ͅh̸̀͟,̴̲̈́ s̸͉̱̀͂h̸̢̝̋͑e̴̱̚ s̸̖̲̓a̴̞̔w̶̦͈̚ ḟ̶̧̙u̵͎̦̾̀l̵͉͝l̴̳̇ý̸͈̜̉ ẁ̶̢͟h̸̨͈͆̚a̵͎̙̍̐t̴̺̄̇ͅ ȑ̶̨̻̊e̷̢̎̍m̴̡̳̊͠â̷̙͘i̵̤̕n̶̨̫͊̃ë̷͎̩́d̴͉͈͊̐ ȯ̴̤͇f̶̻̤͐ S̸̱̪̆ḁ̴̯̈ḿ̸͚̪ỏ̶̯͊a̸͖̹͒ w̸̳̟͌h̷̛̯̝͆i̴̱͛̌c̵̳̙̔͗ḧ̴͍́́ w̷͕̽͜a̸̭̮͗̑ṣ̶͒ ä̵͙̲́ c̶̟̄r̸̓̍͟u̸͈͓̚m̷̡̅ḇ̷̍̇ĺ̶̟̮́e̵̮̋d̶̝̂͂ f̷̟́̈a̵͖̍̐c̸̪͝ͅẹ̴̳́ ã̵͈͒n̵̛̹̈d̷̼͚̆̏ a̵̎̓ͅ c̵̠͚̀͘r̶̞̬͌o̸̜̎͐ó̴̮̚k̷͊͟͡e̵̳͂ͅd̸̨̯͋̾ s̶̾̒͜m̷̻͠ḯ̶͖͋l̸̝̉͂l̷̥͋ w̸̱̖̾͒i̵̺̹̍̉t̴̨̮̓͝h̴̢̼͆ ṃ̸̋͟ȋ̵̥̇s̵̫̏̂͟ş̷̈́͡ỉ̷̙̭n̵̤͗ġ̷͟ l̴͙͇̅i̸̙͗̔p̵̛̪͊s̷̩̋̀ a̸̤̱̋ṋ̴̀d̶͈̖̾ t̶͚̹̓́ẻ̸̹ē̶͉͔̔t̵̡̖̂h̶̞̩͑͠,̵̼̼̇̚ ļ̴͇̿i̸̡̽͊͜k̵̺̜̓e̶̛̤ ä̴̭̞ b̵̺̑ȑ̵̜o̷̰͟͠k̶̰̀ḙ̵̆̉n̴͎̒ ḑ̶̉͜ơ̴̢̫͊l̴̢̠̊̈́ḽ̴͖̇̊.̴̨̅ Ȃ̷̤̣̀n̵͊��ḋ̷̳̍ f̶͙͋ị̶̓̉n̵̺̿̽ả̶̧͈͐ḽ̸̫͊l̷̡̹͊̂y̵̲̓,̵̫̽̾ F̵̨̒ḯ̸̞̥j̴̗̠̓ǐ̷̜.̵̺͖̀͠.̶̯̠̉͑.̷̟̈́

W̶͓͔͒̑́̓́̚ A̷̢̟͓̮͖͋̓̾̅̀͂ͅͅ K̷̞͈̘̾́͐͝͡ E̷͇̤͚̗͔̿͊͂̒̚͡ͅͅ U̴̲̮̾̒̀͊̅͘ P̶̢̹͈̼̣͙̀̈́͡ F̸̡̧̮̲͇͛̓̀̂ Î̵͖͇̘̩̦̝̝̓͆̆̀̕͡ J̵̢̨̛͕̱̩̲̹͂̈́̃͝ Ḭ̷̡̹̊̒̃̽͘͝ W̷̧̛͈͙̘̐́ A̶̪͔͔̍̈́͟ K̸̘̱͓̲͛̊̀͋ E̴͙̻̕͜͟ U̴̜̠̱͈̘̲̇̉̾̋͡ P̶̦̜͐̽́̔̌͝

Fiji was on the floor when she woke up.

She was sweating heavily and had wide eyes, as her breath was shaky and irregular. Buns frantically looked around, holding buns knees up to buns chest, fearing at this rate anything.

But to their surprise, there was nothing, at least unusual.

No blood. No scream. No organs. Only her and the clean bathroom.

The Fijian blinked numerous times, not processing the scenery, still shivering a little.

What the fuck just happened and was that??

Was all of this just a stupid dream?? But it seemed so real to be one! But then, a vision or an hallucination? Impossible. Fiji didn't had that ability and hallucinations don't cause that much... Horrific experience.

Then maybe a nightmare? It would probably explain how absurd all of this was. But why it seemed so... Real? As if it actually happened??

Because Fiji really felt something unusual on her stomach.

Out of instinct, the personification directly got up, ignoring the small moment of the faint feeling, and immediately checked if their friends didn't locked them up like last tim- I mean in the nightmare.

Yeah. Nightmare.

Fortunately, they didn't locked her up so she quickly opened the door, as if there was a fire that she would want to avoid at all costs, and looked around, getting even more surprised.

All of buns friends were there, on the floor, asleep. Malaysia was there, still wearing her hibiscus and peaceful and so did Samoa, who didn't seemed possessed well in Fiji's view. But the most surprising was Palau who was still alive, not seeming to feel pain or dissolve into ashes and the other who leaned on the wall, arms crossed and snoring. The Fijian blinked in confusion.

"Wait what happened?? Was I that long inside??" buns asked to bunself.

That was until they heard birds chirping and saw sunlight through the window. They widened their eyes.

"Wait I really stayed in there for that much hours???!" they've said out loud, even more surprised.

They quickly shut their mouth when one Marshall islands grumbled before moving a little and going back to their slumber. Fiji sighed but this time in exasperation and quietly and cautiously went to the living room in order to rest up a little. No. Rest up A LOT because right now, there was too much going on in their heads.

It had to be a nightmare. A very long, horrifying and traumatic nightmare. They were safe and alive now, right? Malaysia's head didn't go away, Palau didn't dissolved, Samoa wasn't possessed and Marshall islands, Kiribati and Tonga were completely okay. No mangled bodies, no scream, no blood. Everything was fine. Well, buns hoped.

But the only thing Fiji was very sure about is the fact that she would never go back to that damned bathroom ever again for a long time.

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HOLY SHIT THAT WAS LONG-

Ahem. Anyways.

I hope you enjoyed it Milow, if not sorry I'll redo it if you want-

(I never thought I would something more longer than the Red velvet x Black raisin one-shot lmao-)

-Miranto

Posted : 14/05/2023

[fanficwriter284]

It's me again (yea I'm the same person) can we now have fic now if u have time I mean (your secret #1 fan)

Hi! Hehe I thought so! And sure! Sorry it took me a while to write this!!! I had stuff to tend to! And thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! Sorry this is a bit on the short side

The evening was darkened by the nimbus clouds that had begun to form overhead. There sat Ms. Valentine cross-legged, on her front porch, smoking a cigarette and inhaling the intoxicating fumes, giving her small puffs of enjoyment. She had been staring overhead waiting for the rainfall, something she enjoyed watching as time passed. She had occasionally set her smoke down and glanced at herself using the pocket mirror she kept in her miniature purse. A small croaking frog caught her hazel eye, the woman rolled her eyes upon seeing the frog. She never understood why mother nature, a creator of beauty and wonder would create such a hideous creature. With skin of mucus, and two veiny bulging eyes.

"Hideous" she murmured, annoyed that she still had to bear witness to the vial creature. She turned her head smiling at her own reflection. What a perfect image she thought to herself. Till a small yellow stain caught her attention. It was on her front left canine...the sight irritated her.... especially with how noticeable it was. She shut her pocket mirror and quickly ventured to the bathroom, grabbing one of her dental devices. This one a sharp hook tool and began scrapping it against her stained canine. With each scrap pressing deeper into her tooth, seeing the grotesque only darken. She began to force the tool into her gums, going till they bled leaving a salty taste on her cracked tongue. Even when she noticed the scarlet steam down the rest of her teeth she still pressed on, ensuring the yellow was gone.

"...M--Mom" A young Tiffany spoke, peaking her head around the door.

The woman whipped her head young frowning at the sight of the gap between her daughters' front teeth.

"You need braces"

The young girl lowered her head only giving a shy nod in response.

"Your mouth is bleeding"

The woman's eyes were still fixated on her daughter. Tiffany could feel her mother burning holes into her skull with her piercing hazel eyes.

"Well, I'd rather have a bloody mouth than that horrendous gap Tiffany...now go wash up diners in a few minutes."

The brunette stumbled backward, zipped her mouth shut, and quickly went back to her room. Once the young girl was gone, the woman went back to fixing her canine.

...

"...m--mom" Tiffany asked, once again peaking her head through the door.

"What now Tiffany"

"....W---When are you going to make dinner"

Tiffany clung to the door for support anxious to continue prying on the topic.

"Somethings are more important than food...but you wouldn't know anything thing about that now would you?"

Tiffany swallowed the forming lump in her throat, now trembling.

"Would you?"

Tiffany felt compelled to answer her mother fearing that her mother would take her lack of response as disrespectful.

"...no..."

Tiffany's mother stood upright and nodded.

"Precisely, but don't worry you have someone like me to help you...."

The young girl leaned her head backward smelling her mother's repulsive cigarette breath.

"Why are you still doing that with your tooth?"

The woman set the hook down and looked towards her young daughter, "Because Tiffany....beauty hurts...."

"...mom....do you think I'm beautiful?"

"...Not with that gap you're not but if you try and fix yourself you might be....but remember not as pretty as momma.....now run along...."

Tiffany choked back tears, giving another nod, and ran off to her room.

[yourmoonmomma]

Definitely want to hear about last night 😏🙃

HEHE OKAY I PROMISE IT IS NOT EXCITING ENOUGH TO WARRANT THE SMIRK EMOJI i just like to force you guys to hear about my boring life <333

So I texted Mik when I got home from work, to ask what she was doing. She said she was going to hang out with her friend Daniel (maybe? i might have his name wrong) from Twitter, but that she would LOVE it if I came, so she would ask him. She asked, he said that was fine. So I went to pick her up, we got booze, and went to his place. We get there, he has this adorable big ol pitty with a black collar with spikes, named Loki. A big suck, wanted to cuddle the whole time, thought it was a lap dog despite its size. BUT Loki is afraid of backpacks </3 so he bit Mik on the ass when she took her backpack off, and bit my hand when I grabbed her bag LOL

Okay sorry, quick break from my story to share that Jayson is currently listening to Christmas music?? Very loudly?? Anywho...

So we all have a drink (well I had a drink bc I was driving, while they had a few) and did some other shtuff. I was super uncomfortable though because while I'm sure Daniel is nice, he was very loud & just would not let Mik or I talk at all, and when we did, it's because he was texting on his phone, not listening. I texted Mik to tell her I wanted to leave, so she said we had to go to the queer bistro in town to meet a friend, and that we "might" come back. We leave for the bistro, meet up with Charlie, who was performing, BUT this guy from Fetlife, Michaelo?? I think? Idk, was there performing as well. He came over to chat with us after, which I hated as well, because it was like... almost 11pm and I was sober and TIRED. And also his convo topics were weird. He asked if I did anything for Mother's Day, which I scoffed at and said "no way" and he was like "oh why not?" and I was like ????? and then, when I just stared, flabbergasted, he said "Do you not have a good relationship with your mom?" Like BRO you can't ask a stranger that !

The bistro closes at 11pm on Wednesdays, so we left shortly after, and she picked up shtuff from Adam to bring back to Daniel's place, as she decided she did want to go back - though I was just gonna drop her off & head home. But the whole drive back to his place, he was texting Mik practically BEGGING for me to come back too because he thought I was hot & fun & cool & wanted to have a threesome with us. Which I did not share the same sentiment about him, at least, not sober. And that type of talk makes Mik insecure, which I definitely don't want her feeling!! So anyway I did not go back, but she did, and I think she had fun.

We both agreed though, that her & I, would have no problem hooking up. And we had a good chat about Martina. And cemented our plans for the concert next Friday! ANYWAY idk it was both amazing and shitty LOL! I'm glad I went out, and I can't wait to see her this weekend <3

[momoiiiyume]

ease your worries

maid au nicola x risa wc: 791

note: i did have an au with maid so i quickly wrote this for maid day. this au is gonna be nsfw but this ficlet is very fluffy and comfort. i don't know if i'm capable of writing nsfw yet but just know maid au is raunchy and spicy. hehe

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Nicola took long strides through the halls as many of his housekeepers bowed to greet him. He barely acknowledges them as he has a lot of difficult things in mind. He loosens his tie as he exhales. He’d just gotten out of a long, extensive meeting that should’ve been at least thirty minutes but went on for far longer than he wanted to. His board of directors had too much to say about Dante’s experience as a CEO but he did the best he could to defend him. Dante was pretty new to being CEO as his father had just retired two years ago but he held up pretty well as Silvio had taught him all the things he needed to know. Next time, some old geezer says shit about Dante, he may not show up tomorrow.

It took some time, but Nicola took the meeting in the right course and on topic. Now, he was out of the company building, but he still had some work to do, which he could do remotely in his home. At least no one can disturb him at home. He orders his employees to not bother him as he works, unless its something urgent. As president of the company, he can never take a true break.

He opened the doors to his home office and caught sight of his maid, Risa. She was only hired just a few weeks ago, but something about her had intrigued him. She was assigned to be in kitchen duty but Nicola decided she would be the only one to tend to him. 

She was cleaning his office as it’s rarely been used so dust has been collecting. She was too busy cleaning the shelves to realize he entered the room. He smirked. He liked that about her – diligent, focused and cute, for that matter. Whoever designed the maid uniforms must’ve had Risa in mind because she looked damn good in them. He just wants to rip that uniform off her and – no, never mind.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he walked over to his desk and sat on the chair. The rolling of the chair made a sound which caused the maid to stop cleaning and look over. She audibly gasped when she found out who entered the room. “Oh! Master! I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Welcome home, Master.” She bowed to him in a panic. 

He chuckled, “Risa, I told you before, call me Nicola when we’re alone. No need for that master shit.” 

“S-Sorry, Ma-... N-Nicola.” It was like music to his ears whenever she said his name. And hearing it when he fucks her just makes him go mad. It’s insane how he feels for her. 

“There we go.” He smiles with his eyes closed. Risa can only laugh nervously, she’s still not used to it, considering their positions. Nicola is her boss and she’s his employee. It’s not easy to be on a first-name basis with someone of a high position. Nicola reassures her it’s fine, as long as they’re alone. They’re in a relationship but no one except them knows about it. They’ve kept it hidden from everyone, including Dante. If word gets out, that could only spell trouble. 

Nicola turns to his computer and turns it on with a sigh. He slumps on his chair as the computer boots up. Hearing the sigh, Risa notices this. She turns to him. “Uhm, Nicola? Is everything alright?” 

He faces her and feels a little better. “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s okay. Just some complicated things at the company but nothing for you to worry about.” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“Help?” He pivots his head upwards as if to think. “Maybe, just one thing.” He turns to her again, a smile on his face. “Come here, Risa.”

She widens her eyes at his request before walking over to him, a bit weary.

“Don’t worry, we don’t have to do that today. For now, I just want to hold you. Take away my tiredness from today.” 

“As you wish, Nicola.” She says as she climbs on his lap and wraps her arm behind his neck for grip as Nicola holds her waist and lays his head on her neck, closing his eyes to feel her. “Thank you. This is nice. I’m glad you don’t have to be in a room with old men who do nothing but yap about nonsense.”

“Is that so? Well, I’ve had my fair share of nagging through my life, so I understand a bit.” She pulls him closer to her and holds him close. “I’ll be here to ease your discomfort. No need to think about them.” 

“Thank you, signorina.”

[greeneyezblackheart]

I saw a post you made from a really long time ago where you were talking about how much you loved GnR's music videos. And I have to agree. And if you don't mind, allow me to talk your ear off again with another one of my GnR rants.

Their music videos in the 80s (Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City, and Sweet Child O' Mine, in particular) were just your stereotypical, 80s rock music videos. Footage of the band doing things such as riding on buses, walking down streets, with the majority of it being a crazy performance/concert. Maybe this is just me, but in the 90s- actually, as early as Patience- they seemed to shift gears from that completely. Their music videos literally became little movies. As dumb as that sounds, I'm serious! I could pop a bag of popcorn and binge GnR music videos like I'm watching movies, Shells. ESPECIALLY November Rain. When I was watching it for the first time, it literally had me thinking, "Oh, what's gonna happen next?" In Estranged, after Axl jumped off the boat: "Oh, what's gonna happen next?" Am I the only one who feels that way? Patience, November Rain, Don't Cry, and Estranged all are like little movies, to me. They have plot twists (exhibit A: Stephanie's death in November Rain) and suspenseful moments, and it's like watching a little movie. I was watching Estranged earlier today, and just...wow. I see that video a lot, and it gets me every time. So good. So, so, so good. Band performance videos are near and dear to my heart, but GnR blew me AWAY with their music videos. They're truly amazing.

Hehe, I'll never forget the first time I watched a lot of GnR's videos- November Rain and Estranged, in particular. My best friend and I went to an arcade together. She loves GnR too, and like me, she is desperately in love with Slash. Anyway, we were there for two and a half hours, and we only played two or three games. What did we do for the rest of the time? She and I sat in a broken photo booth and BINGED GnR videos. I'm being dead serious. People thought we were just hogging the photo booth, but it was broken, so she and I sat in it and watched GnR stuff. It was such a good time. I was a brand new GnR fan at the time, and once I watched November Rain, there was no turning back. I was hooked for life.

I probably sound like SUCH a lunatic. But that's my thoughts on the loveliness of GnR's music videos. 💕

The Don’t Cry/November Rain/Estranged videos are actually supposed to be a trilogy. There’s a documentary out there of the making of these videos and the stories behind them. I’ve seen bits and pieces of this documentary on YouTube, but not the whole thing in its entirety. I know the video for November Rain is based on a short story called Without You, written by Del James, a really good friend of the band’s (particularly Axl’s). It’s about a rock star who’s hung up on a chick who kills herself and the story is a look into this dude’s fucked up, drug addled mind AFTER her suicide. Anyway, DC and NR are my favorite all-time music videos. And yes, I’m old enough to remember when they were being played on MTV. I was legit obsessed with Stephanie’s wedding dress in that video. Let me tell you a little secret: I played with Barbies until I was about 12 or 13 years old. I’ve always had a very vivid imagination and I’ve always done this thing where I make up stories in my head. I still do it to this day, I have this entire alternative universe where me and Izzy are together and…

Ok, sorry…back to the topic at hand. My Barbies. I would always make up stories in my head when I’d play with them. I was a huge GNR fan from the time I was 10 years old. In my stories, my Barbies were dating the GNR guys. I had plenty of Barbies to go around and I’d pretend my Ken dolls were the GNR guys. My main Barbie was with Duff (which is who I liked best in the band until about a year ago when all of a sudden Izzy turned me FERAL), and I was so enamored of Stephanie’s dress, that I cut the front of my wedding Barbie’s dress out to resemble the NR wedding dress. It was such a mess, but with my fantastic little imagination, my Barbie’s dress was an exact replica. I even made her a little garter for her leg like Stephanie’s in the video.

Okaaaaay. So. Yes, I have a long history with my GNR boys.

So, here’s what we know about the trilogy: Stephanie and Axl are fighting in the DC video. Fact: that happened in real life with Axl and Erin Everly—he was threatening to kill himself, they fought, she grabbed the gun away from him (like in the video). Then Steph catches Ax with another chick. She knocks ol' girl RIGHT OFF the piano bench and proceeds to beat the shit out of her as the rest of the band looks on in amusement. Slash and Duff have their little tiffs with their girls. Slash drives off a cliff with his girl in the car. But let’s forget Slash and Duff for now bcs they both appear (rather comedically) in the NR video. Stephanie and Axl are married in the NR video. But why does she look so freaking unhappy? She’s choosing to marry him even tho she knows he’s a cheater. Gorgeous wedding, Duff and Slash are so adorable with the whole ring thing. As they’re leaving the church, as the (happy?) couple gets in the car, Stephanie STILL looks so sad. But why? Surely, life COULD be worse, right? Reception: RAIN! Duff (providing the comedic relief) scrambles to get under a table. Cut to the funeral, where it’s obvious that Stephanie has died from gunshot suicide, as the casket has a mirror over one side of her face, as presumably the side of her face behind the mirror is not suitable for viewing. Pretty fancy way to have an open casket funeral for a gunshot to the head death. Hmmm, yes. My first time seeing something like that. Very interesting. Axl is sad. Sorry, bud. Maybe you should’ve been nicer to your girl. The Estranged video. I think it represents Axl going crazy finally? Very indulgent. Dolphins, the ocean, a boat, Slash playing the guitar while standing on ocean waves. Axl says FUCK IT, decides to end his life by jumping off the boat, gets rescued by Duff, aaaaand all is right in the GNR world again.

I wrote you a book. One that probably doesn’t make any sense. But one thing you know I can talk forever about is my GNR. 🖤 

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Bittersweet

Day 4 of Maeiso Week: Birthday

AO3 Link Song Rec

Birthdays are supposed to be a cheerful time to spend with your family and other people you love. That may be true but it’s hard to happily celebrate someone’s birthday when that someone isn’t alive anymore.

Today was Isogai’s father’s birthday. Of course Isogai was feeling more gloomy than usual no matter how hard he tried to hide it. The death of his father was about four years ago, so long ago but it didn’t feel as such.

His death was so unexpected. Now, Isogai was aware that nothing lasted forever at the time, he always did. It’s just that it started off as an average day. His dad was going off to work as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Soon it started to drizzle, then it started to rain, then thunder rolled around. It was already late and Isogai’s dad should have been back by now. That was when Isogai’s mother got that dreadful call.

Her husband was gone. A car crash on the way home took his life. Neither Ayame or Isogai could believe it. They were expecting him to come home and greet them with a smile but instead they were greeted with immense despair. Isogai has always been haunted by that day. Now it was his father’s birthday and all that did was just remind Isogai how much he missed him. He tried his best to not show his sorrow all day but of course, Maehara could easily see right through him.

Fortunately, that day Isogai’s boss let him have a break from work. Isogai had no idea what to do so he just spent the whole day cleaning. If he couldn’t work, he could clean. He needs at least something to keep his mind occupied that day. His mom had the same idea as well and cleaned with him. Both Yume and Yuki were confused by their frantic cleaning but decided to help out anyways.

During their session of frantic cleaning, there was some knocking on the door. Isogai opened the door to see Maehara holding a plastic bag that had flowers and from the looks of it food. In his other hand he was an umbrella since it was raining outside. Rain, just great.

“Wanna go on a quick trip?”

Isogai looked at him a bit confused.

“Look, I know that it’s your dad’s birthday so you’re feeling a bit more down than usual so I figured that we should go visit him at his grave, y’know.” Maehara said a bit nervously

Isogai didn’t respond instead he just looked at Maehara blankly which gave him a slight panic

“Y’know what? In hindsight this probably would have made you feel even worse. Hehe, what was I thinking? I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry, I’ll lea-”

Before Maehara could leave, Isogai pulled on the end of of Maehara’s jacket, “Wait, I’ll go.”

“You sure? Don’t feel like you have to just because I asked. I’d understand.”

“It’s fine. Surprisingly, I haven’t went there in months. I kinda owe it to him.”

Maehara nodded as Isogai turned to his mother, “Mom, I’m going somewhere for a while, okay?”

“Okay, honey. Be careful though, it’s raining.”

“I promise.”

Isogai put on some shoes and a coat and grabbed his umbrella to leave out with Maehara.

Isogai felt sick to his stomach all the way there. As he said before, he hasn’t visited his father’s grave in a while and he just felt really guilty about it. But he’d feel even guiltier if he didn’t go with Maehara. It was such a kind gesture and besides, he was trying to avoid the topic of his dad all day but it’s better to face it head on.

The walk was silent, unlike any walks they had before. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Even in this case, Maehara couldn’t find anything to say. What could he say exactly?

They walked all the way to the graveyard in absolute, dreadful silence until they managed to find Isogai’s dad’s gravestone. Maehara put down the flowers and the food and Isogai got himself in the prayer position while Maehara held the umbrella over him.

Isogai always appreciated how much Maehara cared about him. Maehara never really got why, he always just saw it as simple help. That simple help always meant the world to Isogai. Simple actions like asking if he was alright, walking him home from the cafe, watching his younger siblings, and other things always brightened up his day. Anytime there was darkness Maehara was always there to light a path.

“I’m sorry.” Maehara said while Isogai was still praying.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?”

Maehara sighed, “Well, I couldn’t think of any other way to cheer you up and this certainly didn’t help.” Maehara looked down at his muddy shoes avoiding eye contact, “I just wish I could have done something more, I’m sorry.”

Now Isogai wasn’t sure what to say. It’s rare to see Maehara like this. So glum and stuff.

“Maehara, you don’t have to feel sorry. I honestly needed this. I couldn’t ignore my dad’s death all day,” Isogai let out a bittersweet sigh, “I have to accept it, y’know?”

Maehara dropped the umbrella and Isogai looked to see what the problem was. Maehara was trying to cover up his face but it was clear that he was crying.

“Maehara? What’s wro-”

“NOTHING! Nothing’s wrong. I just got something in my eyes, hehe.” Maehara let out a forced laugh.

Isogai sighed, “Maehara, you know I know you better than that.”

Maehara sniffed, “I miss him, too. I know he’s technically your dad but he was more of a father to me than my own.”

Maehara was no longer covering his face and Isogai could now clearly see all the teardrops rolling down his face. He and Maehara grew up together and Maehara was at his house constantly. With that and the absence of his own father, of course Maehara would grow attach to Isogai’s dad.

Maehara sniffed again, “It’s funny, I brought you here to cheer you up and I’m the one crying. Kind of pathetic, I know.”

Then, Isogai took Maehara’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “It’s not pathetic at all, I understand. You miss him too and that’s perfectly okay.”

After that, the two just stood there, in the dreadful rain, in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence but it wasn’t a comfortable one either. Just pure silence with the addition of the sound of rain falling from the sky.

Maehara sniffed again, “Hey…”

Isogai looked at him quizzically, “Yeah?”

“Remember when your dad asked us to help him make a birthday gift for your mom?”

“Yeah, it was supposed to be a new bed frame since her old bed frame broke.”

“None of us knew what we were doing and it didn’t look like a bed frame at all.”

Isogai chuckled a bit, “I still remember the look of surprise on mom’s face when she saw it.”

“Oh! Remember the time when your dad took us fishing and he kept falling in the water?”

Isogai chuckled even more, “He didn’t catch any fish…”

“But he did catch a heck of a cold afterwards.”

The two of them just laughed and laughed. Isogai had tears streaming down his face as well but they weren’t from sadness. It was hard to tell what they were from exactly. Happiness? Relief? Contentment? Well, whatever it was, it was a way better feeling than before.

Maehara brought the umbrella back up and wiped the rest of the tears from his eyes, “I used to find him a bit odd at first but somehow, his charm got to me, hehe.” Maehara let out his usual bright smile.

Amidst the sky, the sun peered through the clouds, making their surroundings way less dreary than before. It was still drizzling but the boys couldn’t care less.

“Oh and Maehara?” Isogai gave Maehara a peck on the cheek which made him flustered, “Thank you, like always, you made today even better and I love you for that.”

Maehara looked away embarrassed and coughed, “Y-yeah, no problem.”

Isogai chuckled and the two stood there looking at the grave right in front of them.

“Happy birthday, Dad.” Isogai said with a small smile before the two turned to leave.

Isogai’s dad was gone to put it simply. There was no chance he was ever coming back. The two knew this and it made them absolutely wretched. But even so, the two definitely knew that even if he was gone, their memories of him sure weren’t. It left them with a feeling they couldn’t describe.

A bittersweet feeling.

[koishua]

I think I know her! I believe I have seen some of her vlogs! The stuff you like to do seems lile so much fun!! I'll will have to try them out!! I don't play it anymore since I finished the game (and currently waiting the second one) but I adore Breath Of The Wild!! Its has to be one of my top games to play! I also like Mario games (like Mario Party, Mario Kart, Mario 3D World, Lugi's Mansion, etc!), I haven't play this in a while but Overwatch is fun too play! It was always a good distraction when I got freaked out since you have to stay focused! I do like to play Animal Crossing!! And I am so happy they brought back Happy Home Designer!!! I used to play it on my 3DS and I am very happy its back!!! Similar to Animal Crossing I like Harvest Moon! There is a old DS game I have that is about Strawberry Shortcake and I like playing!! As well as some old DS games I have! I am sure there are more but I cannot remember anymore at the moment! Oo sorry I went on a lil ramble! But I really adore playing with friends and family! I have always liked games and my one friend has always been really into it so playing games feel like I am connecting to her in a way!! I have never heard of those books! Maybe my library has them!! I really like fantasy books! I have more recently gotten into nonfiction books too! It's just a lil hard when you had a attetion span of a wooden block. If you could travel anywhere in the world, without worrying about langague barrier or costs, where would you go? I know I am talking alot but I think your really cool and interesting!! I am very happy I get to talk to you!!

omg i def know botw, overwatch and animal crossing!! animal crossing was THE reason why i wanted to get a switch for myself but yeah it obv didn't happen lol and my friend adored botw just as much as you seem to do!! ig it's popular for a reason haha AND OH MY GOSH A GAME BASED OFF OF MY GIRLIE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE?? the amount of times i have watched any and all series/versions of it haha and mario kart!! i played that once when i stayed over at my friend's house and it... it may have strained our friendship a bit bc we're both competitive haha and never worry about ranting! i happen to enjoy seeing people talk about their passion and interests ‼️im happy you have an activity to fall back to when you're overwhelmed!

fantasy books always hit different 🤧🤧 are you more into older ones like lotr or some newer ones like the cruel prince series? (i have a... mild... obsession with the cruel prince series if my sideblog isn't enough proof of it 😭) ooh and nonfiction? any specific topics that you read about? i think i need to start broadening my nonfictional book horizons too hehe. reading is supposed to be fun and you should never feel pressured doing it so pls don't stress about not being able to keep focused 😽 maybe you can read short stories!! there are tons of super fun, thought provoking, cute and insightful collections hehe

if i could travel anywhere in the world without worrying bout all that, i would choose morocco, japan, s.korea, nepal and croatia! moroccan landscapes have me in a CHOKEHOLD and the architecture?? divine. same reasons go for nepal! the scenery and all of the breathtaking landscapes just— ugh </3 as for croatia, i just heard my friend's stories of it from her yearly summer vacations there hehe im very curious. as for japan and s.korea, i just want to see what life truly is like there. im fascinated by cultures, so i definitely want to embark on a world tour some time soon! the only matter is financing 🚶🚶🚶 it's gonna take a bit of time to save enough money for it all, but i WILL do it. definitely. hopefully.

and omg you're the cutest 😭😭 i am enjoying myself too so definitely talk as much as you like!! thank you, too haha it flatters me a lot, being called interesting ;-;