#ugh. i wasted a lot of time and money today

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[aromanticdayout]

saw a tiktok of a guy saying as an autistic person all of his best friends and people he instantly clicked with have been people with adhd............all of my best friends have had adhd.......

[misserabella]

rich stress

shane mccutcheon x fem! reader

synoposis; after a contract gone wrong, your wife needs you to feel better.

cw; minors dni!! shane being pissed off, rough sex(?), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (shane receiving), hair pulling, praising, praise kink, hickeys, no use of y/n, scissoring, tit and nipple play, make out sessions, multiple orgasms, implied shower sex…

ugh so imagine just you and shane getting married, and with time, finding your dream house in LA. she had her pockets filled with money, being known as not only the most wanted female stylist, but the own CEO of her brand. now, with millions of salons under her name and stars hitting her up everyday, she couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes when this one ticked all the boxes. anything for her baby.

it had a beautiful front garden yard with fountains and a private yet outdoors pool that had your knees going wild at the thought of the possibility of seeing shane naked on it late at night. swimming. smiling at you in that goddamn way to get you to get out of your clothes and join her too.

it had also an open kitchen and isle, in which you’d spend your sunday nights cooking with shane for your little inside-dates. and the most amazing salon for when you’d invite the others over.

it was so modern yet homey… and private. you liked that. the clear pannels that led to the pool and exterior letting the views of the city light the nights.

shane knew it was a winner when your finally saw the main bedroom. you liked big beds. for obvious reasons. and the bathroom, decorated in marble floors, had this amazing bathroom whirlpool with sights to the skyscrapers. you liked the idea of taking a bath with her after a tiring and stressful long day, and helping her let go of all the stress she underwent once she was completely undressed.

bette obviously bought the two of you lots of art pieces to decorate it with. she had such a beautiful taste. she also bought you some unique pieces of furniture that had you drooling all over yourself since of course shane insisted on screwing them up all by herself. those arms and fingers working so easily yet so hard to make the house you’d bought together your home… anyways, you thanked bette a lot for that.

and when everything was finally accommodated, you knew this was your home.

“you like it baby?” shane had asked, lips on your neck. she was still wearing her suit, ringed hand heavy on your sides.

you sighed against her. “i love it.”

“good to know i make my girl happy.” she’d smiled.

“the happiest.”

-

today her demeanor was completely changed. alice had called you up to tell you that the contract she so hard had been working on for the last 2 months had gone to waste. and that she was mad. you’d gulped. a shiver running down your spine. you knew what a mad shane meant, and your legs were already quivering.

the entrance door banged closed, and you continued with your work in the kitchen, knowing she’d be quick to find you. in less than thirty seconds, there she was, heavy and tense on the door.

“shane, baby…” you tried but she was shutting you up too quickly. her lips were harsh on yours, and you whined when one of her hands came up your chest to grab at one of your tits.

“don’t wanna talk about it.” she lowly muttered against your lips, and you nodded before surrounding her neck with your arms, kissing her once again. you knew what she needed right now.

she pushed you against the wall, free hand pushing inside your panties, since all you were wearing was one of her shirts and your underwear. she groaned when she noticed how wet you already were. too wet to be exacts.

“you have been thinking about this, huh? what? did alice called you to let you know?” you nodded, whimpering when her fingers met your clit. “of course she did. and you knew what would happen once i’d get home. you knew i was gonna fuck you, don’t you baby?” you moaned, one of her slim large fingers now inside your cunt. you blushed at the squelch of your walls opening for her. she scoffed when you nodded. “words.”

“yeah…”

she pushed another finger inside, and your thighs shook. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned. “good thing i have my doll to make me feel better, don’t i?” you whimpered. she sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys while she rocked her body against you with each harsh thrust of her fingers. she pulled from one of your thighs so you’d surround her hips, reaching deeper, hitting your g spot over and over again as she curled her fingers.

your back arched, and you cried out her name. she moaned as well when you pulled from her hair. her own hips thrusting against you. her tongue pushed inside your mouth, teeth clashing and lips bruising.

“i’m cumming…” you moaned, and she grunted, keeping the pace and the harshness, bringing you to your orgasm. your jaw fell slack, and she kissed your cheek and chest, her free hand cupping your tits and teasing your nipples. she didn’t stop fucking you with her fingers until you were squirming due to the overstimulation. you watched as she popped her cum soaked fingers inside her mouth, making you whine at the thought of her own slick coating your tongue. “let me help you…” you pleaded, one of your hands cupping her cunt over her pants. she grunted. “please. use me.”

you begged, and soon enough she was pushing you into your bedroom.

“you know what to do.” you nodded, your tongue dampening your lips as shane got rid of her pants while you kneeled in front of the bed. you stared up at her as she pushed her underwear down her thighs, a patch of black hair decorating her mound. she then proceeded to sat down and spread her legs, giving you a perfect view of her glistening pussy and folds. you bit down on your lip, a soft moan leaving your throat at the sight. your palms met her thighs as you got closer. “come on princess. use that pretty mouth of yours, hm?” you complied, dragging your tongue through her folds to collect her sweet slick, making her grunt as you hummed. “yeah. just like that. atta girl.”

she tasted so good…

her fingers dug into your hair, pushing you flush against her cunt as her head fell back, a groan leaving her lips when you eagerly sucked on her clit. she was so pent up and sensitive due to the stress…

she was leaking, already turned on by having had you cumming on her fingers. and now that you were on your knees for her… there was no sight she adored more.

you were eating her out like a starved woman, pants leaving her lips. “so fucking needy…” “tastes good baby? you like eating my pussy?” you nodded, moaning as your tongue plunged inside her hole. “of course you do. you like being used, don’t you?” you moaned. “come on. fuck me. need you to make me feel better.”

you exchanged your fingers with your tongue, pushing inside and making shane moan. she sounded so fucking sweet when she did, eyebrows knitted together and eyes squinted close as her jaw fell slack.

“shit. just like that.”

you sucked on her clit, kissed her folds, steadily thrusted your fingers to pull out of her more moans and grunts. and when you curled them to hit her g spot, she tugged on your locks, pushing you harder against her. she was close. you knew.

“gonna cum. gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours. fuck. gonna make a mess outta you.” you moaned, moving your fingers faster as she humped your face, thighs clenching and squirming as she gushed all over your mouth with a beautiful pornographic moan. your eyes looked at her the moment she fell apart, wanting to take on the sight through your eyelashes. ‘cause she’s looked so fucking perfect every time she came…

you cleaned her up, tasting and drinking up her juices. your chin and lips shone with it. the hand that stood on your hair fell to your cheek, her thumb tugging on your bottom lip. she looked at you with such lust that made you shiver. “come here.” she said, and you were quick to get on your feet and join her on the bed. you straddled her, and eagerly received her tongue inside your mouth, the mix of the two of you tangible. her hands harshly took your ass, tugging on your soaked panties to pull them off. you two were a mess of hands, getting rid of each others clothes in a frenzy. you looked at her tits, her perfect tits, and couldn’t help but latch onto them as her back hit the duvet. shane groaned, her hands, back on your hips, rocking you back and forth against her. you two looked like two animals in heat. humping each other as drool decorated your chins due to how messy you were being.

“need to fuck you.” you nodded, muttering a ‘please’ as she rolled you over until you were the one pinned against the bed. “so fucking pretty…” she groaned, taking you in. with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, tits slightly bouncing with your heavy breathing. she positioned the two of you so her cunt would hover over yours. you didn’t have to beg twice, ‘cause she was already thrusting against your wetness, clits bumping against the other and making the two of you moan. you were so worked up. “so wet… all of this for eating my pussy, baby?” you nodded. “so cute.” you let out a scream when she harshly thrusted against you, the sound of your slick filling the bedroom. “such a good girl, letting me use her… look at this pussy, hm? soaked wet just for me. isn’t that right princess?” you nodded, and she clicked her tongue. “words.”

“yes, shane. fuck. just for you.” she moaned. she loved it when you called her name. it sounded so sweet falling from your lips…

your hips unconsciously thrusted against hers. you could already feel your orgasm building up. her hands cupped your tits, stimulating your nipples. your moans became more and more loud. letting her now that you were close.

“come on baby. be a good girl cum for me, i know you want to.” just a little praising and you were falling apart, gushing against her cunt as your back arched. just the sight and a couple more thrusts had her groaning as she felt her release hit her, fucking the two of you through it until the overstimulation became too much. she laid beside you, tucking her face on the crook of your shoulder as she pulled you into her arms and you caressed her hair, your fingers lacing through it. “thank you.” she muttered and you kissed her cheek. “i love you, baby.” she said, softly kissing your swollen lips, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

“i love you too, shane.” you smiled, and kissed her back. the kiss was sweet and slow yet deep, and when she pulled away she asked:

“shower with me?”

you chuckled at the smirk on her lips.

“let’s go.” and yet. you gave in.

-

a/n; my first shane fic!! idk if it’ll get reads since it seems like there are not many shane fics on the app but anyways i love her and had to write about her.

hope y’all like it! :))

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

birthday countdown 2024, day 7: bodyswap snippet

it's my birthday next week! and while i'd love to have a new fic to share with you on the day, the fact is i don't have anything ready to post, unless you count the short little notfics i throw out now and then—and if i shine one of those up, it's more of a present for my ao3 subscribers than for y'all.

but i do have a lot of works in progress, so i thought i'd share a couple snippets from my wips here on tumblr!

today, i have for you a bit of mihawk pov from the shuggy bodyswap fic, tentatively titled let's exchange the experience:

Mihawk set the flat of Yoru under Buggy’s chin and lifted, and this pressure he could not use his powers to get away from.  He raised his head up, staring at Mihawk without a trace of fear in his eyes.  He was defiant, and furious, and… amused? Mihawk knew those eyes. Those weren’t Buggy the Clown’s eyes.

(about 1k below the cut)

Bad enough to be associated with Buggy the Clown on paper.  Worse still for the posters, newspapers, and gossip to suggest he was subordinate to that clown.  And to be surrounded by his garish aesthetic at every turn—well, that was beyond words.  It was too awful to be described.  But somehow, being forced to participate in that ridiculous treasure hunt… that was the worst thing yet.

Fortunately, his co-conspirator in this little operation seemed to be fully in agreement with Mihawk.  It was with no small amount of pleasure that he watched Crocodile shove the clown face-first into the carpet, the heel of his shoe grinding down on Buggy’s skull and forcing his nose down and out of sight.

Mihawk briefly fantasized about leaving them like this, about smothering the thorn in his side until it was no longer his problem.  Alas, it wasn’t to be.  As trying as Buggy was—and he was very, very trying—he did have his uses.  When Crocodile lifted his leg to get a better angle for the next round of attacks, Mihawk interceded.

“Remember,” he said, the blade of Yoru all that separated Crocodile’s ire from Buggy’s body, “he still has a purpose to serve.”

Crocodile chewed on his cigar furiously for a moment. “You sure about that?” he asked.  They could still hear the ecstatic cheering echoing from across the island; Buggy’s loyal followers, inspired by his ridiculous declaration of intent to acquire the One Piece.  Almost certainly the biggest waste of time and money Buggy could have thought of for Cross Guild—and with the numbers on his side, there was no way they were getting out of it.  “If I haven’t reached my limit by now, I don’t know where it is.”

“We’ll know when he’s outlived his usefulness,” Mihawk said, staring Crocodile in the eye, “when both of us are too furious to hold back.”

“’Ppreciate… your restraint…” Buggy mumbled around a mouthful of bloody carpet, struggling to get to his knees.

Mihawk had Yoru’s edge against his neck in an instant.  “Don’t sass me, clown,” he said, walking a slow circle around him, until he was at Buggy’s back and by Crocodile’s side.  “I’m not advocating for your life here—just against your death.”

“The nuances are beyond his comprehension, I suspect,” Crocodile muttered under his breath, giving one last kick to the clown that knocked him flat on his stomach again.  “But you’re right,” he said, acknowledging Mihawk’s point.  “It’s too early to give in to such petty impulses.  And besides… if I’m to have any hope of my plans coming to fruition, this childish little venture may provide a decent smokescreen.”

Buggy made another muffled comment, but he seemed to have given up on trying to stand.  His shoulders shook as he sniffled—ugh, was he going to start crying again?  The emotionality repulsed Mihawk, but he wasn’t about to withdraw.  Not until he was certain the clown had conceded—and what had become clear today was that, so long as he was making smart comments, he hadn’t fully given up.  Buggy’s shoulders went stiff, then spasmed, and Mihawk realized he’d given the clown too much credit.  It was only a sneeze.

On the far side of the room, the former senior officers of Buggy’s Delivery, now occupying reduced positions in Cross Guild, went silent.  They exchanged indecipherable looks, then turned as one to stare at Buggy.

Buggy pushed himself up on his elbows, saying, “Oh, ow, that smarts.  Did things really need to come to this?  Surely…” He turned his head and froze, that bulbous nose not half an inch from Yoru’s blade.  His eyes flicked up to meet Mihawk’s, and there was something wrong about them.  “Surely, Hawkeyes, we could have come to some kind of an understanding without things getting… violent.”

“You’re the one undermining the understanding we already had in place, clown,” Crocodile griped, stepping forward and squatting down to talk to Buggy on his level.  Raising his golden hook to press against Buggy’s cheek, he slid it back into his hair and got the hook thoroughly tangled there.  He yanked, to pull Buggy’s head back, and said, “How quickly you forget—” before his words fell away.

Because Buggy’s head had not been pulled back; his hair was still tangled around Crocodile’s hook, but it was a free-floating piece, chopped free by Buggy’s Devil Fruit powers.  And his eyes…

Mihawk set the flat of Yoru under Buggy’s chin and lifted, and this pressure he could not use his powers to get away from.  He raised his head up, staring at Mihawk without a trace of fear in his eyes.  He was defiant, and furious, and… amused?

Mihawk knew those eyes.

Those weren’t Buggy the Clown’s eyes.

“I was wrong,” he said to Crocodile, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him away from the impossible thing before them.  “You should have killed him.”

“Oh?”  Crocodile glanced between Mihawk and the blue-haired man on the floor.  “Why the change of heart, Hawkeyes?”

“That isn’t Buggy the Clown,” he said.

They watched as the man carefully got to his knees and turned to face them.  He sat before Mihawk and Crocodile in a casual, sprawling posture that still managed to radiate unbelievable power.  His jaw shifted, and without breaking eye contact he spat out a broken tooth.  “Gee,” the man with Red-Haired Shanks’ fearless eyes asked, voice almost cheery, “what gave me away?”

[racfoam]

Okay, poll time regarding an important purchase in my day-to-day life.

In short, I am ready to upgrade from my (glances to the Acer laptop that's been dead for a year) laptop...

I now have a very big budget (it's considered big in my country) that I got over the summer to finally spend it on an upgrade.

I need a poll because now I got an idea to buy a PC, which is dangerous territory for me for numerous reasons. Some background: I haven't had a PC since I was 14, I got my laptop (which is dead now) right as I entered high school, and it was a cheap one, it couldn't even run Minecraft without lagging which at the time pissed off my gamer childhood self.

But, as a functioning, employed adult, I finally did it. I finally saved up enough money to buy a new device.

The accesibility & portability of laptops is def what I need overall for my professional life. They're not a MUST at my work place at all, but it would be NICE to be able to access my documents on laptop & edit them there or during the way home rather than go to the office again for the PC.

Here’s the thing. The laptop I can afford is not better by performance against the gaming PC I can afford.

Why a gaming PC?

Because I am a whimsical little shit. I see a program and I want to master it for hobby's sake, or just cus I'm that curious. What if I one day want to pick up Blender or 3D sculpting or some shit just to try it?! It's happened before, and it continues happening. I jump from hyperfixation to hyperfixation like a ping pong ball. A laptop at the price range I want to buy won't be able to run complex games or Blender.

The childhood me, in my soul, wants that freaking PC. But my basic normal thought process is also aware if I get a gaming PC it may distract me from my work bcs... Well the PC will be able to do EVERYTHING. At least I'm self-aware enough of that.

Another thing is...

Durability & longer-life & upgradability

I can always upgrade the PC, I know my way around PC hardware. The PC will last me longer than the laptop probably will, and I can't upgrade the laptop.

But then I have no portability & always-accessibility the laptop offers, and if I get the laptop it will be for work, Photoshop & fic writing if I get used to it (I won't, I hate writing on laptops). Which is perfect, I'll be able to do my work even on the go, I can carry it with me, etc etc and I WON'T BE DISTRACTED.

So! I guess, vote bcs at this point I'll toss a goddamn coin! And before anyone asks, no I won't put the Macbook on the list, I like having my liver, thank you.

My biggest fear is that I've grown so used to the laptop interface if I buy a PC I'll just take time re-configuring my brain to use it, so what if I hate it? I have so many fears, and I don't want to waste my money and then go like "ugh, I'm disappointed". I'm used to reading on the laptop, typing on the laptop, working on the laptop, etc. I have all PC peripherals except a monitor but the IT stores are having huge discounts & sales now I can grab one from anywhere at this point so that doesn't concern me a lot.

This is a purchase I'll treat myself with for my birthday. I've spoken to friends, some say laptop, some say PC. Anyway, here is the poll. I'll put it for today.

I just love both but I have to pick, but I can't. Laptop is more familiar to me now than a PC 🤣 a PC would be dangerous cus I will def get the urge to play games instead of WORKING, but on the off hours it'd be a party 🤣

For info, the

PC would be

Processor: AMD Ryzen 5 5600

GPU: RX 6600

RAM: 16GB

That is the overall idea and I even found a custom pc builder in my country, too, if the prebuilt ones are too expensive, haha.

Laptop Models:

Lenovo Ideapad 3 with Ryzen 5, 16Gb RAM, Integrated Intel GPU

Lenovo V15 G5, also Ryzen 5, 16gb ram, integrated Intel GPU

[cupidscrule]

MESSY. Leon X reader fanfiction.

TW - Noncon, kidnapping, knife play, murder.

About -

You go to the bar alone, Leon's your overprotective boyfriend. Unfortunately you end up with a mouth full of cock from four strangers so Leon has to step in.

You were always a girl who turned heads, whenever you stepped into a room. But that was just along with the perk of having an agent boyfriend, lucky lucky girl. Stunning body, cute face, great personality. And the perfect partner to go with it, man you had it ALL, money, some sort of fame, and love. Only down side was that Leon never and I mean NEVER let you go places alone, geez dude I'm a grown woman and I can't even drive myself to the club? But his protective behavior was kind of cute so I always just let it slide, didn't matter just meant I could show off to all those creeps I'm taken. Which seemed to happen a lot, Leon sits in the back of the bar, I'm up at the front just trying to make talk with my girls until a fat bald man starts trying to flirt with me, they all looked the same. Middle aged unfit unkempt gross probably married men hitting on a girl half his age, honestly it was more pathetic then anything. Plus nothing interesting ever happened, Leon would come up behind me give me a kiss on my neck and give the creep a look and they would leave. Ugh same old story each time, honestly it was getting BORING I love drama and this shit just happens, feels like they don't even want me if they're gonna give up THAT easily..

But that's all besides the point, men in bars are gross creepy pedos, not that I was underage but it just feels creepy when a 50 year old is trying to fuck a 21 year old? Y'know? Just gives me the ick, but this all kinda seemed to fucken change one day. " Leon pleasee- just let me go- no com'on I'll be good- no seriously I can handle myself." I begged Leon to just let me get wasted at my favorite bar alone, I don't know what I'm even thinking honestly I'm just bored and don't want him to be around, don't get me wrong I love love LOVE Leon just sometimes a girls GOTTA be alone? "Hun- no. Ah don't look at me like that- okay- yeah, mhm. Sure. Fine, just- be back soon? Mhm?" He finally says those heavenly words "Sure" it was like a choir of angels started fucking singing, god touched you, the most wonderful word ever fuckin created. A dream that finally came true "AHH THANK YOU !!" I scream out in excitement hugging him tightly, Leon's like 5'11. I'm 5'2, so it's a bit awkward trying to hug him but we make it work? Kinda? Either way it doesn't matter I get to go out alone today!! I put on just a basic outfit, didn't really feel like I was in the mood to get harassed, just a simple black oversized hoodie, obviously from Leon, duh. And a white skirt you could barely see from underneath, giving myself a pat on the back got that one, it was cute, and comfy.

I get into my Tesla, Leon FINALLY bought it, well for himself more but the details don't matter, all that does is I'm driving ALONE. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning when they see those dinky presents left by "Santa", god the adrenaline.

Carefully pulling out of the driveway and to my favorite place 'jédem lè démen' sounds dumb as fuck but they served cheap shots and played decent music, all that really matters in a drinking place. But damn it was a far drive, almost 40 minutes just to get to one shitty place. But normally it was always worth the time it took, I mean at least I don't have to listen to Leon or anyone else talk, just put on the radio and listen to Brittany Speers what else could a girl want?

"FINALLY" after what felt like YEARS I finally made it, the dim lights , flashing open sign. And random homeless man OD'ing in the corner, a girls dream place. Walking up to open the stained door, the yellowish light now beaming over you feels just like home walking up to sit at the BEST place, also known as the place no one sits cause it's weird. Dead in the center at the bar, there was normally at least a 3 chair gap between you, as it should be honestly. I don't want a greasy old geezer to be rubbing up against me, makes me wanna vomit. "Can I get a bloody Marry?" I ask the bar tender, the place seemed pretty empty only a few people in booths jeez it was like someone told everyone 'AGENT LEON KENNEDYS FUTURE WIFE WILL BE COMING TO THIS SHITHOLE, UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR TEETH KICKED IN DONT COME' I mean not that Leon would actually ever hurt someone, he was a dick but not evil? "Here, $3.23." the bartender handed me, ah yes the holy grail of drinks, cheap ass medicore alcohol. "Hey there cutely" EW, what? I feel a hot breath on my neck, turning my head slightly and looking at the werido, yeah pretty much what I expect, oily gross middle aged men. Hitting on ME. Really thought this wouldn't happen this time but here we are, "I'm not interested sorry" I say passive aggressively, ugh all I want is ONE night in peace. The ugly pig doesn't leave after that though, "awe com'on sweet heart? I could make you feel real good hunny " he says getting a little close to comfort, I grit my teeth. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? "I have a boyfriend, go get your dick wet somewhere else" Yeesh that could've gotten me killed but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do-? After all that I feel like it's over, I mean no one in the bar noticed what was going on so-? "Whatever" he says walking away, just as I thought, man it's a miracle at this point. I get back to drinking away that scenario for another 40 or so minutes, damn it's late I gotta get goin before Leon starts spam callin me..

I pay my tab and walk out, the cold air hitting my face, it was winter but I wasn't exactly dressed for that. The flickering light from the post, cool breeze running down my legs, cold as fuck, just my luck it seems. Out the corner of my eye I see the pig, not really suspicious I mean a lot of people were calling it a night who was I to judge Mr pedo for going to bed at midnight? "Awe bunny you're already going?" The man says, I can see him walking towards me, it looked like he had a few of his other ugly friends with him. They made a fucken club it seems, loser incel annonams.

"I already said I'm not interested" I say trying to plator on a fake ass smile looking over at the virgin corner. "Well you see short stuff, I don't fucken care? Y'know, so how about we make this nice and easy, me and my guys take you back to my place. No pain, just get in our car and we'll give you the night of your life and tomorrow morning you can go run to your little boyfriends, hm?" He says grinning, walking closer towards me, ew. "In your fucking dream." I say walking away, they didn't have to balls to actually grab me, right? I start walking towards MY car, honestly as fast as I can without running. Till I feel a hand grab my wrist, "mmmm, now what did I say? You're either leaving here was us willingly or we'll have to use some extra measures" one the guys says, a shiver goes up my arm, as I try to pull away. "I don't care just let me go- please - no I don't want to go with you,  fuck LET ME GO-" I blabber out as the put my arms behind my back, before putting a ball gag in my mouth and dragging me to their car, shoving me in the trunk. They duck tape my arms and legs together, damn strong fucking adhesive for some spur of the moment kidnaping, I'm kicking and screaming trying to get out, it's crammed, there's a pipe and some pliars behind me, the fuck are they gonna do with a metal pipe? That's so random.

They drove for awhile, I'm not the strongest but I managed to get to tape off my wrists, tears rolling down my face, I didn't have my phone with me I left it in the car. Fucking idiot you are, after a while the car finally stopped. You heard the doors open, as they busted open the truck, you saw the entrance to a beaten down house. Overgrown plants and moldy looking wood, just your luck, poor creeps had to kidnap and rape you. Lucky fucking girl, they grab me out, putting a knife to my throat genstering for me to get walkin inside, I don't have much of a choice given at any second my throat could be slit so I just do what they say. Leon's otta find me, right? He always told me if god forbid I ever got in scenario where I was taken without him to just do what they said and pay attention to every detail, he always talked to me like a dog. they shove me Into the house, locking the door and one of the men grabbed me and held me from my back. Preventing my arms from moving, "such a cute fucking girl, what's your name love?" The virgin leader says to me, grabbing my chin "none of your fucking business." I say trying to pull my face away, there were 4 people, well less people more dogs. Animals. disgusting little things, he slaps my face, hard. I flinch a little, tears falling from my eyes, one of the other men taking a knife cutting my shirt off, my tits popping out. They start roughing me up, the man from behind starts moving his hand towards my cunt, goin real slow, "please - no - STOP" I shout squirming away, trying to push my arms out of the position they were in, they throw me onto my stomage, hitting the floor, my legs are still tied as I can't move, I hear them unzip their pants, Jesus this is actually happening, this is happening and I can't do anything. "Fuck man, we got so lucky. A nice little Whore all to ourselves." One man says, ripping off my pretty little white skirt, leaving me in my panties and lacy white bra, I feel a pressure be put on my back so I can't move, then a little poke, like a needle "what- ah- what the fuck is that -??" I frantically spit out before feeling my body get heavy, "a little relaxer, can't have you runnin on us?" Leader guy says, flipping me to my back, showing my laced white panties with a bow, cute little lacy white matching bra, almost as if you were dressed an angel, cute isn't it. You couldn't move, felt like dead weight but you were conscience the man from before cuts off your Bra, dragging the knife over your stomage, pushing just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, you wanna scream but you can't. They untie your legs, the leader man pulls out his hard on, blood running down your stomage the man with a knife cuts off your pretty panties, each man spits on your pussy. Before leader virgin rams into you, hard, rough. I can't scream, just watch and cry, my voice feels to weak, just a silent cry, as the knife man continues cutting me with shallow strikes, the others sit on the couch and jack off to me, the first man finishes inside me, before spreading my legs farther and hitting my swollen pussy, like a fucking pig. Blood dripping from my chest and arms, cum falling out my cunt, I don't remember anything else, just pain. I started to fade out of reality once they brought the pipe out.

I woke up the next day dumped infront of the bar from last night, I remembered everything but at the same time fuck all?

I see the still fresh cuts over my body, they put a white t shirt over me, didn't bother giving me new panties it seems. I shakily walk towards my car, surprisingly it's still there. The bar Is closed, and the sun is rising. A part of me felt like I should go to the police but something was telling me to just drive to Leon. He was safer.

After a horrible 45 minute drive, of me crying my eyes out and whining. I get to our home, parking the car and shakily walking inside where I see Leon sitting on the couch drinking.. tea? What the fuck is going on, "you're finally home." He says in a stern voice before glancing over at me, it takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing, face going from slightly irratied to shock. Blood stained shirt, and bruises EVERWHERE, "l-leon.." I say in my still shaky voice before stumbling towards him falling into his chest tears staining his black shirt, "what the fuck happened? Who did this? What??" He says holding me, "these ... Guys grabbed me, mm." I quitely say into his chest, grabbing at his shoulders. A complete personality shift when your scared with Leon, you could feel him let go of you. "Did they take you somewhere?" He asks pulling me away from his tits, "yeah" I mumble quitely, "where?" He asks still looking down at me. "630 Connie street W. Moldy house with overgrown plants- I paid attention to the setting like you told me" you say slightly smiling, face still tear stained but hey you were kinda proud of yourself.

"Go a shower, I'll be back later. I know it's scary, but trust me." He says placing me on the cushion next to him, before standing up, giving me a kiss on the head and walking out. Getting into the car and driving off, the fuck was he gonna do? Surely couldn't be that bad but really what was he thinking? You watch him drive off and he wasnt back for another 4 hours.

In that time I already showered, got new clothes, and by that I mean putting another one of Leon's shirts on and a pair of shorts. I was sitting on the couch watching true crime, when the door opens and I see Leon, holding four guys who looked bloody "these the guys?" He says looking towards me. My face drops, "yeah-?" I say after a few seconds, looking at Leon manhandling these massive guys. Jesus Christ, it was a sight to see, he shoots them in the head, one at a time. Then grabs their lifeless corpse and throwing them in his trunk. Driving for another hour and coming back.

When he came back he had a little heart cake a my melody plushie.

"I love you" he says handing you the items hugging you. "Love you too"

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Ibara Saegusa - Private Room Chapter 5

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Autumn

(Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))

Aira: Ow ow ow…… What happened?

—Ah, the stepping stool’s legs broke. So the sound I heard from before was the legs snapping?

Ibara: Shiratori-shi, are you alright? I heard a loud sound.

Aira: Ah, while I was using the stepping stool, it’s legs……

Ibara: I see. So you’ve used that stepping stool. That stepping stool belongs to Takemine-shi, but it seems that the legs were broken.

Even though it could no longer be used, he kept it because it’s something you can’t get anymore.

Aira: Eh, it’s something really important, then? What should I do? Even though I didn’t know, I still destroyed something important……

Ibara: It’s not like you destroyed it. It was already broken in the first place.

Aira: Even so, that’s not the problem. If you could not buy this from stores anymore, I wonder if there is anyone selling it on flea market apps? 

���… It’s no use. Nobody is selling. I didn’t expect it to be so rare that even second-hand items were in short supply.

What to do. I don’t want to just apologise, I want to compensate him.

Haa. Today was the same as yesterday. I wonder why I keep breaking the things around me? How unlucky……

Ibara: (‘Unlucky’, he said. The same thing’s been happening to me a lot lately. Though it's not like I feel empty enough to feel a kinship with someone due to having bad luck.)

…… If you can’t buy it, let’s just make it.

Aira: Huh……?

(Location: Starmony Dorms Courtyard)

Aira: Saegusa-senpai! I’ve compiled all the materials you asked for. What now?

Ibara: Yes, leave them over there.

Ibara: Next, measure each part to their correct size and mark them. Then we just have to cut along the mark.

Aira: Fuha…. By ‘make’, you really meant making it by hand.

Ibara: What else would it mean?

Aira: Ehehe, thank you very much for lending me a hand.

Still, Saegusa-senpai does things like this huh? I thought you would be the type of person to buy new things when the old ones get broken. It’s surprising.

Ibara: Usually I’ll just buy them. In the first place, there is nothing wrong with buying new things to replace old things.

There are people who think that cherishing a singular item so it could be used for a long time is a virtue, but it doesn’t suit me.

To begin with, why is using money always a minus against someone’s image?

Aira: Hm~mm. Now that you mention it… I’m happier saving money than spending it. It feels like something commendable.

Ibara: Purchasing things drives the economy to function. Circulation of money is how a proper society works.  

It’s ridiculous to simplify spending as needless consumption or wasteful extravagance. When you purchase things, you’re compensating the professionals for their skills and techniques.

In other words, it also comes with the connotation of showing respect.

Aira: I see……! If I think about it that way, splurging on my oshi’s is actually going to feel like a noble thing!

There have been times when I feel discouraged and it gets hard because I don’t have enough money, but from now on I feel like I’ll be able to face that situation positively♪

Ibara: It’s fine to advocate for a good cause, but please be careful as wasteful spending beyond your means is just foolish.

Aira: Ugh…… Yes, I’ll be careful.

Eh? In that case, Saegusa-senpai is usually the type to want to buy things, and not make them right?

Well, even if we feel like buying it, it’s no longer being sold anywhere so it can’t be helped.

Ibara: Yes, and in this case you could say that each has its own value. I think this is not an example that can be applied to what I’ve just said.

Aira: Each has its own value? What does that mean?

Ibara: It’s value in function. It’s value as a character merchandise. As well as the value of each material and part that make up the stepping stool.

The reason Takamine-shi liked this character stepping stool was not because it’s a stepping stool.

It’s not like he particularly liked the materials used here either. My guess is that the printing on the seat plays a large role in this.

Otherwise, he would have disposed of it once it was no longer usable.

Aira: Mmhm. I think so too.

I do think things like logos are cute, but I think anything with a large print of an idol on it is special in and of itself.

Ibara: In that case, we should make the most of this printing. At the very least, we should protect the lines that Takamine-shi wants.

It can’t be helped that it’s broken now, but this way we should be able to decrease Takamine-shi’s disappointment to some degree.

Aira: Uu….. For someone like me. Saegusa-senpai, thank you very much…….! 

Ibara: Yes, yes. I’ve been accepting your thanks from earlier on and it’s enough. Don’t just talk, please move your hands.

We have to finish building this before Takamine-shi returns.

Aira: Ah, yeees! I’ll try my best to help!

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Monthly special: Variable Barricade crossover!

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After the interviews you had some ideas as to who you'd be dealing with. But with how stressed you were you were promised a picnic. Simple little house party. There isn't a lot that could go wrong… 

But somehow everything went wrong.

Part one: Chapter 3- Picnic panic!

Today was your first weekend in the house. It was much more lively than when you came back from school, but perhaps the picnic was the main factor for it. You were now in your room, waiting for the preparations to be completed. 

"Ugh I can't stand this!" you couldn't just sit here and wait. You had to do something. Maybe you could just keep an eye on things out there? Yeah… That sounded like a good idea. 

You walk downstairs and see how busy things are. It made you feel guilty for staying in for so long. 

"Things aren't exactly ready yet, we'll call you once everything's settled" Yelan approached you before you could decide where you'd go. 

"I know, but I wanted to check if everything is going well, am I not allowed to?" you were done being told what to do. 

"Not at all. I just thought you'd rather it to be a surprise" she said calmly, but you only rolled your eyes at the notion that yet again someone assumes what's best for you. 

"I don't think it'll matter much if I see the preparations or not. Speaking of which, what are you taking care of?" you tilt your head. 

"Both Ningguang and Miko seem to keep forgetting what exactly they need. So I'm stuck going back and forth to the store" she looks like she got an idea for something "Come with me" although you wanted to protest, you follow her. 

Entering the garage your attention shifts to one thing and that's precisely what Yelan wanted you to look at by the looks of it "How could you afford such an expensive motorcycle?" is the first question you had in mind. 

"It was here when we first moved in and I was told we're allowed to use it so that's exactly what I'm doing" she explained. You wondered why your family would decide to waste their money like that but it wasn't like Yelan specifically asked for it… Unless she's lying which you can't really rule out. 

As you look closely at it she smiles "Would you like to go on a ride?" at first you wanted to agree… But you couldn't afford to get excited so easily about it! Not only that you'd only set her back from her part of the preparations "Thank you for the offer, but I refuse"

"If the time concerns you, don't worry about it" she walked towards a shelf and took out a helmet "But if you really don't want to go for it, how about just taking a seat for a moment? Don't deny it, I see that you want to do at least that" she sounded rather encouraging. 

"Alright… I suppose sitting won't really be time consuming" you walk to the motorcycle and settle in. 

"Do you want to try on the helmet too?" she walks closer to you and when you're close enough you nod. Of course it's just so you can feel the full experience… Nothing more nothing less… 

At first it feels a little uncomfortable but you slowly get used to it "It suits you well. Maybe you'll give my offer another thought?" she leans against the garage door as she looks at you. 

You consider your options… 

|"Maybe some other time" (Romance)|

"We can do it later… I know time isn't an issue right now but considering that we have only one helmet available we should go once we bought a second one" besides you'll have to mentally prepare yourself before you let her drive you around. Not only you'd be close… You'd also have to trust her to drive safely. 

"Fair point. We could go and buy you your own one and call it a date" she chuckles "I'm kidding of course, but I will accompany you if you'd like" 

"Then I'll let you know when I'd like to go" you knew that out of these women Yelan seemed like the most patient one, and like the one who'd actually listen to your boundary. She took a hint and nods "No pressure. I know that you can get quite busy so I don't mind waiting" she made up an excuse for you without having to say that you're nervous.

You smile at each other and as you're about to get off the motorcycle you hand her the helmet she gave you. 

|"Don't you have work to do?" (Reason)|

"While I don't deny it sounds tempting, you should focus on your task. Having a tendency to slack off doesn't really show you in a good light" you get off the motorcycle and give her back her helmet "It's nice that you'd like to give me an opportunity to experience something new, but considering asking once you're free of your responsibilities" your voice wasn't exactly harsh, but Yelan looked a little disappointed "Alright then, I'll be sure to use your advice in the future" 

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She puts on her helmet and takes a backpack that was on the floor by the garage door "Well I'm off then. What would we do without…" she takes a glance at her shopping list "scented candles? I thought I got enough of them by now" she sighed, knowing that it's better to not question whatever she got written down. 

After leaving the garage you immediately bump into Eula "Weren't you supposed to be upstairs? We aren't ready yet" she takes a moment to realize where you came from in the first place "Ah, so it was Yelan that dragged you out? I should've guessed. That slimy-" 

"Just what is that supposed to mean? Aren't I allowed to walk outside of my room?" you raise your eyebrow.

"Of course you are, but at the same time she should focus on her tasks rather than take up your time" she paused "And that's why I'm going to leave now" 

She immediately turns and tries to walk off but you follow her "Can you tell me what you are in charge of?" 

"I've set up the table, brought the chairs and the food. Not everything is ready but I just make sure Thoma and Miko have the space in the kitchen. Right now I'm going to pick some flowers because Ningguang needs them for decoration. After Yelan gets back I'll help her carry the groceries" she didn't stop walking as she explained everything to you. Entering the backyard you notice the picnic table out of it's usual place you've seen it at. 

"Ningguang had some weird vision for how everything should look…" she says when she sees your attention on the table "I won't even bother telling you how many times I had to move it" she says irritated. 

"But you still got it done, and it looks like you didn't get too tired from it either" you pointed out. 

"That's true" she seemed to appreciate your words. She knelt down in front of a rose bush and took out sheers from the basket. You got down on her level as well and watched her work. 

|Keep staring (Romance)|

As she picked the roses there was silence between you. You could only hear stems snapping along to the sound of bush rustling. You notice how focused she was and she avoided any eye contact with you. 

"Hmpf, at least you'd offer to help me out" she turned to you "But I suppose I can't let your ever so delicate hands get cut" although her voice was mocking, as soon as her hands held up yours you could see her blushing… But you really can't tell if you aren't blushing either… 

"I can't really help you pick the roses, I don't have the tools. And you're right, I rather avoid injuring myself when I can help it" you answer so calmly Eula didn't know how to respond. 

"If you don't want me here I can go you know" you didn't have to take her attitude.

"It'll be for the best. You won't distract me that way" as you look back at your hands, she stops holding onto them and looks at the basket. 

|"Why do you agree to all this?" (Reason)|

"I was wondering…" you start a thought "But why exactly did you agree to do most of the work? From what I hear you just do whatever to make the other three's work easier" and with how they all go about it, for Eula it must be quite the hassle. 

"Don't think about it too much. I just happened to be the only one who can get things done right around here without any help. Me fixing up other's poor planning is what keeps everything organized" she sighed as she recalled how things looked like when everything got started. Then, she looked back at the basket. 

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"I'll have to check with Ningguang if this is enough" she stands up and offers you her hand to pull you up. After that her phone rings and she picks it up "Mhm, I'll be there in a minute" she rolls her eyes "Change of plans… Could you bring these to Ningguang? Yelan once again bought too much for one go and can't bring it over here" 

"Alright, but how do you plan to get to the shop?" if Yelan used a motorcycle it should be far enough. At least that's your guess. 

"For me this is but a mere quick jog" she shrugged "I might even get back before Yelan does" 

"Oh… I see. I'll see you later then" that was surprising… then again you have no way of confirming it. 

Regardless, after Eula left you thought about looking for Ningguang but before you know it she enters the backyard with a bunch of plates. She approached you immediately after placing them down and noticed the basket of roses "Eula picked these, but she had to go. She wanted me to ask you if this is enough" you said before she got any weird ideas. 

"That's the exact amount" she smiled satisfied as she put them in a vase. 

"You have quite the eye to be able to tell just by one glance" judging by what you know about her so far, you wouldn't be surprised if she told Eula how many she needed. 

"I always pay attention to detail, so I suppose my eyes are just trained for such a thing" she adjusted the roses so they were set perfectly "But that it's not much to be impressed by, at least not in this case" 

"I know, but I like to give credit where it's due" you look around "Besides, I suppose I'm just finding a way to fill in a conversation. It doesn't make my comment any less true though" 

"Oh? So you'd like to chat more?" she was surprised, given how you feel about the whole situation. 

|"During the interview…" (Romance)|

"I'm still curious about the questions you wanted to ask me, you mentioned they were suitable for a casual conversation, so I'm trying to give you the opportunity to ask away" you mean nothing else. 

"Hm, I see. Well this isn't the exact question but it's related, what are you personally looking for in a possible wife?" she doesn't seem to want to change her behavior depending on your answer. So you weren't sure what the purpose of it was. 

"I don't really have anything too specific. I just wish for a woman who wouldn't put shame to the family name I suppose" you weren't really prepared for it. And you didn't want to let awkward silence take control so instead you chose to answer quickly. 

"How professional" she seemed to like your response "But try to respond to this question as Y/N, not as an L/N heir" now that was a follow up you didn't expect… 

"Well… I… I don't have a lot of experience with relationships… so I didn't have the time to figure out what I want in that sense" it was embarrassing to admit, but it's not like it was a secret to anyone. 

"Okay, but once you find the answer, mind sharing it with me?" her captivating eyes… You can almost feel them staring into your soul. 

"I'll think about it" you look away blushing. 

|"Don't think too much of it" (Reason)|

"Isn't it basic politeness to not let this conversation die right away?" you say bluntly. 

"You're right, it would be a shame if I lost the opportunity to speak to you alone" she nodded "I should be the one fighting for it"

"It’s alright, you don’t need to fight for anything. I just wanted this to be less awkward” but now you know that it had the opposite result. 

“I’m aware, I just feel like I need to treasure each moment we get to ourselves” speaking with her usual confidence, she made it clear to you that there is no point in discussing the issue further. 

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"Y/N, my lady I didn't expect you to be here" both you and Ningguang turn and see Thoma bringing "some" dishes to the table "Well, everything is almost ready anyways so I was about to call you. Since miss Yae wanted to see you before we get started" 

You could see how disappointed Ningguang was that you were about to leave. But you didn't have any reason to stay. 

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With Thoma, you walk back to the kitchen where Miko clearly was waiting "You got here quicker than I expected, were you really so eager to see me?" while there was a lot of things going on in the kitchen, you noticed that Miko only glanced over at what needed to be done and told Thoma to act accordingly. 

"So Thoma is actually in charge of the cooking?" you point out. 

"I give him directions, and I must say he follows them perfectly" she looked definitely impressed, and Thoma looked happy to have his skills appreciated. 

"I see, so why did you call me?" you stay on guard. You remember the promise you made yourself to not let her tease you, so you must watch out for your reaction. 

"Oh it's simple really, I only wish for you to taste one thing. It's for dessert so I'd like your opinion on it" she smirked "Go on, close your eyes"

|Comply (Romance)|

"This is ridiculous…" you think out loud but you close your eyes regardless. 

"Good girl" she teasingly says before she takes out the food "Say aah" you only open your mouth to that comment, but you could feel your cheeks getting a little hot. 

After she gave you the food you tried to get this over with as soon as you can. But even though you couldn't see it you could feel your heart skip a beat as she fed you something you quickly recognized as cake. 

"Aren't you going to compliment my baking?" her question surprised you. 

"Wasn't Thoma doing everything just now? I find it hard to believe you did anything yourself, much something as tasty" if she wasn't so proud about taking advantage of Thoma you probably wouldn't be surprised to hear that she made it. 

“Hmpf, if you say it like that then I’ll make sure of it that this cake won’t be served to you” she pouted.

“Wait-” you stopped, it was probably just the thing she wanted to hear. You being desperate for her sweets… You cleared your throat “What I meant was that I-” you tried to explain yourself but Miko cut you off with a smug smile “It’s alright, you needn’t explain yourself to me” she won. And she knew that. 

|"I can feed myself" (Reason)|

"We don't need to play these games I'm more than capable of feeding myself" you promised not to let her tease you and it was a situation that'd take a turn before you knew it. So there was no way you were going to even give her the opportunity. 

"I know that. I just thought it would be more fun that way… But I understand that I can't force you to amuse me…such a shame" she sighed, but she still served you the cake. You didn't let yourself be overwhelmed by its taste but you smiled "I approve of this. It's well made" 

"That's great to know, I may bake this again for you in the future if you'd like" it sounded like she wanted to add some condition to it, so you stopped yourself from responding right away. 

"Hmpf, I see how it is" she sounded offended. 

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"Looks like you're getting quite cozy" you turn around and see the rest of the girls. The one who made that comment was none other than Ningguang. 

"What brings you here? Is everything ready on your part?" Thoma asked as he finished cooking. 

"Dear, looks like we're in for a big feast… I know that I bought most of the ingredients but still seeing all this food is a surprise to me" Yelan looked around the kitchen. 

"And it's not even everything, there is some food set on the table already" Eula added "You really didn't have to make this amount of food" she glared at Miko. 

"I only wanted to make sure that Y/N has a variety of foods she could enjoy, and since I don't know her tastes yet I just had Thoma prepare as much food as possible" she defended herself, although it looked more like she just enjoyed ordering Thoma around and lost track of the food. 

"If that's what you wanted to know you should've just asked…" he sounded a little exhausted. 

"Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go" she shrugged it off as she was the first one to go towards the backyard. 

Yelan, Eula and Thoma took the rest of the food and so you and Ningguang ended up following behind the group. 

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"Alright, where will you sit Y/N?" Thoma's question led to some tension. You could see how they were ready to fight to either sit next to you. You finally were about to look forward to spend time with them all but if you were going to hear them go back and forth you swear you're going to go back to your room. 

But before any fight broke out Eula spoke up "Let's use Yelan's method and roll dice for who gets to sit next to Y/N" they were surprisingly all down for it. 

It turned out that next to you was Yelan on your left and Ningguang on your right, Miko had her seat on the opposite side of yours and Eula… Was the furthest from you. It was definitely unfortunate that her idea got her the worst seat… wait why do you feel bad? It's not like you wanted her to sit next to you to begin with. 

Besides that problem everything was going smoothly. You actually had a lot of fun for once. Things just were so casual you almost forgot these women are interested in you. 

Then you heard barking. 

"Huh? What was that?" you turn your head and see your neighbor's dog who definitely was interested in the food you had. 

"Oh- It seems like I forgot to lock the gates when I came back on my last shopping tour" Yelan admitted. It didn't make the situation calm down though. 

The dog for some reason was going crazy over the smell and when it tried to grab something Eula stopped it "Not on my watch!" and she ended up chasing after it in order to catch it. 

"This will leave such a mess" Ningguang said with a sad look on her face when Eula's chase started to mess up her decorations. 

Seeing how Eula hasn't gotten it done yet, Yelan joined the chase and tried to stop Eula from doing any further damage. Which greatly annoyed her "I can handle this!" she yelled "Yeah I can see" Yelan answered sarcastically. 

You, Thoma, Miko and Ningguang were still sitting by the table watching it all unfold. When the dog ran under the table without thinking Eula followed and when she stood from her semi cowling she accidentally flipped the table. But the real issue wasn't the mess. It was the candles. You didn't have the time to pick them up, and it seems like all of them weren't put out by the impact… Because next thing you know… You see a fire. 

Thoma immediately took your hand and escorted you back to the house. But you still could see from the window how things unfolded. 

You were in utter shock to see how they somehow managed to make everything even worse than it already was. Yelan made Eula trip. Miko tried to put out the fire with something but it only made the flames go higher… So your guess is that she used alcohol. Ningguang looked completely lost as to what to do as she tried to limit the spread of the fire and Thoma was going from one place to another trying to fix literally anything.

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You were once again locked in your room. This mess just made you feel like you were in some sort of circus. To make it worse, you're supposed to be a bride for one of the clowns!

You were aware that they tried the best they could but the outcome was so disastrous you have no idea what to think. Thankfully the damage wasn't too bad and nobody got hurt, but them acting so reckless was what was driving you crazy here. Finally you were having any sort of fun and it all was ruined just like that. 

"Lady Y/N?" you hear Thoma knocking at your door "Are you alright?" he added. 

"Just leave me alone" although you didn't like loneliness it was something you craved more than anything right now. To be able to have some privacy, to think without interruptions and most importantly: yell into the void (your pillow) and let your frustration out. 

"I… I understand, once you're ready I'd like you to come downstairs. Everyone would like to apologize to you" at his request you could only sigh. 

"I'll go but don't expect me to be there shortly" you don't think it'd be fair for you to leave them without an opportunity to make things right… At the same time though, you just had no energy to talk to them. 

How could they be so careless? Didn't any of them think about their actions? And they kept further endangering themselves for some reason. If they thought that handling the situation would impress you, it'd make you think that you really weren't sure anymore if you were the youngest one here. 

You needed to vent. Thoma was terrible for this task since he'd only try to convince you to talk to the others immediately, so you had only one ally left you could rely on. 

As you waited for her to take a call you felt like a second was taking an hour. Eventually she picked up. 

"Hello Y/N" hearing her voice was like a blessing. 

"Ayaka I need to talk to you… it might take a while, do you have the time?" you know she tends to get rather busy, so you wouldn't want to take up her time when you could technically wait until tomorrow. 

"For you I'll always have the time, say what you need to say" her voice was so reassuring… You already could feel some anger leaving you. 

You begin describing how things went today, from the moments you shared with the girls (which caused Ayaka to start speaking of potential romance blooming), to your disappointment in their actions in the end. When you got to that part you kind of got a little ranty about it. 

"Can you imagine?! I don't know if they're foolish or just clueless really. Shouldn't people their age already know that everything they did was a bad idea?" you knew that panic probably had some part in it but if they got things wrong the first time they should just stop it there instead of making it even worse. 

"Oh my, things really are bad out there, aren't they? At the same time though… It makes me kind of curious" she stopped for a moment probably to further consider her words, you stayed silent waiting for her follow up "How about I pay you a visit? I'd like to get to know them" 

"After such a story you're… looking forward to meeting them?" you knew that sooner or later Ayaka would come up with that idea but you couldn't imagine that this story would be the reason she'd like to initiate it. 

"Well I'm worried about you Y/N, you're my most precious friend. So if I also see something wrong with those ladies I'll do everything I can to protect you from them" she was always so kind and considerate, you're honestly lucky to have such a good friend. 

"Thank you… I'll talk to them about it" thanks to your conversation with Ayaka, you felt a little relieved. Perhaps even ready to go downstairs right away. After exchanging goodbyes and hanging up you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for it. After some consideration you knew what you were about to say to them. 

You open the doors, slightly nervous but it was better to get this over with as soon as possible. Walking downstairs and seeing their faces, you were curious what they had to say. 

"Y/N we-" Ningguang started. 

"Don't" you cut her off "If you'd like to apologize I have a simple question: Why do you think I'm angry?" of course they couldn't read your mind, but they should be able to tell. Especially since they are so eager to say how they want to spend the rest of their lives with you. 

"Because we made a big mess?" Ningguang asked, you shook your head. 

"We had Thoma tidy up it all?" you didn't even know that part which Yelan brought up. But you'll keep that in mind. 

"We were ineffective?" Eula took her guess, it was wrong. 

"We embarrassed you in front of the neighbor?" Miko didn't need to remind you of that… but it still wasn't it. 

They did have a lot to be sorry about. Their guesses however were the little things. 

"Is it because we neglected our safety?" Thoma spoke up right before you were about to give up. 

"Correct" you said causing other girls to look slightly surprised "I don't know what you were thinking pulling that stunt. All of you could really get hurt… Of course what you've said was also not working in your favor either" you didn't wanted them to think that their actions were acceptable only because you weren't mainly mad at it. 

The room was now quiet, they might've been flattered by how much you cared, or they just didn't understand your reasons. 

"That's surprisingly sweet coming from you. I imagined you only cared about your own pride, guess I was proven wrong" Miko broke the silence. 

"Likewise, I suppose we thought more about bringing shame to you in that moment" Ningguang added "But your concern is much appreciated" 

"It's just how it is. We're dealing with an heir after all so thinking about being professional should come first" Eula sounded like she spoke from experience. 

"Still, it's not an excuse to let her worry like that, we're really sorry Y/N" Yelan decided to close this topic. Now that you reached common ground you felt more at ease. 

That's when you remembered "Since we have that settled, there's someone I want you to meet" 

Now it was time for them to pass a rather difficult test… 

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@audre-falrose @frozengenderfluid   @watamehorns @bebeluvvv ​ @fandangotales ​

[sadchip]

Redemption Is Bullshit!

Chapter 1

This idea is nearly 100% inspired by an idea by my mutual @letmerambleplease.

TW for the entire fic: Lots of swearing, Valentino, and people being shitty people.

Part 1

Velvette is DONE! Fucking done!

Ever since the radio demon came back, fucking Vox has left her to do all the goddamn work! Valentino doesn't do shit, and now neither does Vox. She is swamped with fucking work.

She groans and bangs her head on the table as she picks up yet another fucking porn script. Nobody's so horny that they would enjoy this shit, not even her!

That's ignoring how fucking AWFUL they are, how the fuck does Valentino get payed for this garbage?

She's done! She's done! She's fucking done!

Velvette looks up as the door opens. Valentino walks in, smiles, and drops more porn scripts off before leaving.

Velvette screams.

She will get those bastards back for this shit, see how they like having all this fucking work! Velvette is going to make them wish that they were never fucking born!

And she knows exactly how to do it.

—

Charlie smiles as she watches Angel, Husk, and Nifty play a game of cards at the bar. Husk has missed gambling, so Angel bought some fake money and taught Nifty how to play. And Nifty is surprisingly good at it.

Charlie practically skips into the living room and sits beside her girlfriend. “What’s got you so happy?” Vaggie asks as Charlie leans on her.

Charlie smiles. “Nothing, I'm just happy that things have calmed down. It's so peaceful today-”

She's interrupted by loud and aggressive knocking. From the corner of her eye, Charlie sees Angel jump so hard he falls off his chair.

“Why the fuck they gotta be so aggressive ‘bout it?” He screams as Husk laughs at him and Nifty steals some of the fake money, shoving it in her pocket.

Charlie sighs and stands. “So much for peace.” She hears Vaggie mumble to herself as Charlie gets up from the couch. Charlie walks up to the door, quite apprehensive. After all, she doesn't know why they were so mad. She opens the door.

“Couldn't have taken you any longer, could it!” Velvette yells as she pushes her luggage into Charlie's hands. Charlie falls over at the force.

Velvette walks in, scoffing as she takes her glasses off. “Ugh! This place looks atrocious.” She walks in, her hips swaying from side to side as she walks.

Charlie jumps up. She walks over to Velvette. “I-” She starts, about to ask Velvette what she's doing here, but she's interrupted.

“Shouldn't someone be showing me to my room or something?” She asks rudely as she places her hand on her hip. Charlie simply stares at her for a moment, her face contorting into a wide smile.

“You wanna stay here!?” She yells gleefully, gaining the full attention of everybody in the hotel. Velvette looks her up and down for a moment. Charlie can't help but feel judged.

Velvette laughs, it feels like she's laughing at Charlie. “Well yeah, why the fuck else would I be in this shit hole?” Velvette turns and continues walking into the hotel.

Velvette smiles as she walks into the area where everyone is standing. Most of them are glaring at her. Her eyes land on Nifty, and she smiles. Nifty’s being held by Angel Dust, like she needs protecting.

Velvette smiles. “It's the Itty bitty psychopath that Valentino's scared of!” She says, leaning toward her. “Good job, he's a prick.” She chuckles as she turns.

She looks around and scoffs. “This place is fucking awful.” She starts. “Don't know why I'm wasting my time with it.” She finishes as she flips her ponytail. Angel steps forward, glaring at her.

“Then leave.” He says sharply, Charlie gives him a soft look telling him to stop, he scoffs and turns away, walking back to the bar. “So sensitive.” Velvette teases.

Charlie smiles and laughs to try and diffuse the tension. “Okay!” She walks up to Velvette and puts a hand on her shoulder. Velvette immediately pushes it off.

Charlie tries not to falter. “Welcome Velvette, to our home of healing. I'll uh… show you to your room.”

Velvette simply scoffs. “Better look better than… this.” She spits out the last word like it's poison. She puts her hand on her hip. “We'll? I've not got all day.”

Charlie quickly starts walking Velvette to her room. One single thought in her mind.

What the fuck?

[danydarkly]

Hi! I just wanted to say, thank you so much for making the Red & Wolf comic. I just found it by accident and read through the whole thing in one night, I am seriously loving it so far. I'm autistic and I've always had a strong interest in wolves, specifically Little Red Riding Hood versions of wolves, and always wanted to read a story about the wolf having a sort of redemption or it being more than just "big bad wolf is evil and wants to eat the girl". There's hardly any content for me to dive into in regards of even just the fairytale itself, most stories are very gruesome, the short films online are incredibly dark and uncomfortable since those are the adaptations of the original grimm telling, or all of the red riding hood movies are horror films instead of fairytale adaptations. Or some sort of like... idk love triangle thing where it's all modernized or something for televesion where Red is wearing jeans and the Wolf isn't even a real wolf? But yours... this is like finding gold. I was hooked immediately and I couldn't stop reading.

Your story of Scarlett and Leikos... it's just so gorgeous, your art work has such clean lines and the way you draw eyes and hands especially is so beautiful. The design for Leikos' hair is my favorite!! And the panel you made where Scarlett is lying down on the grass/tree stump and she's blushing while Leikos is talking with her, oh my gosh, that's my favorite panel out of every chapter so far. Just... the vulnerability of these two growing closer, like... augh clutching my heart when Leikos is like "no don't cross the path you're gonna get hurt :(" and she's like "but I want to dance with you :)" like!!! she trusts him and he refuses to hurt her even when instincts kick in!! HIS BACKSTORY? BRO? I'M IN SHAMBLES?? Ugh your art is so GOOD and this STORY is so GOOD and I am just so thankful to be able to dive into a Wolf/Red story that has action, romance, suspense, all the good stuff. It's so perfect.

Thank you for working so so hard to make this comic. I'm an artist as well and I could never have the patience to upload one comic page, let alone several. Laying out panels is difficult and time consuming and not to mention you're shading and coloring the entire thing. Your poses are always fluid, never stiff, you have good perspective and composition, most ppl who make comics can easily just draw one single pose and one facial expression for 20 panels, but you've always had the expressions and body language shift and change and the camera view as well... and you gotta draw all those damn trees omfg. The flower meadow in the first chapter must have taken forever to draw too! Your hard work really shows in your art and I am so happy to have stumbled upon your comic. If you make any more merch for Red & Wolf on your Etsy, whether it's prints or charms or stickers or really anything, I would be more than willing to throw some money your way. Or if you open commissions as well someday, ahh, I love your stuff so much I would totally pay you to doodle Leikos hehe. Please have a wonderful day and take care! <3

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What a lovely message! Thank you so much, Anon! I really needed to read this today <3 I'm truly at a loss for words, like you basically complimented me on everything I'm mad-insecure about?? It's really nice, like maybe I really am too hard on myself?? Whenever I look back on my old panels (which I've been doing a lot lately since reformatting Red & Wolf for print), I always feel like I put way too much effort and kind of only see what I did wrong, but if you and others recognize the effort and like what I did - then maybe it wasn't a waste of time after all. That makes me feel way better about it, thank you :' ) Also, your favorite panel is one of my favorite panels too, where I felt "dang, I kind of nailed it here" - which is SUPER rare for me, haha. I should read this lovely message whenever the impostor syndrome kicks in, it really lifted my spirits <3

[hermannsthumb]

For the summer prompts I’ll take a number 16 and a number 9 with extra sauce :^)

9. Stargazing + 16. Weddings

from the summer prompts meme here

another little summer prompt as a break while I work on zine stuff and do a million other things, WAHOO

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One of the most annoying parts about Hermann is that he actually makes for decent company when they’re not forced to stay within a two-foot radius of each other in the confines of the lab. Even more annoying is that Newt actually enjoys it. (Ugh.) He enjoys it even more now that they don’t have to share a lab at all and Hermann has started being kind of nice to him. And, you know, does other stuff with him. They’re not really boyfriends yet, because Newt is too afraid to use that term in front of Hermann—he knows Hermann would probably call him juvenile or something—but they’re inching towards it. Slowly. Very, very slowly, like the two emotionally inexperienced academics they are.

Newt’s fine with it, mostly. He wishes someone would invent a word between boyfriend and partner that he could use that doesn’t make him want to curl up in agony. It does make social situations pretty weird sometimes, though, like when he took Hermann to dinner with his dad after one of their big lectures and he couldn’t exactly say this is the guy from work I hooked my brain up to and like to make out with, or when he met some of Hermann’s family at one “we didn’t die!” gala or another and Hermann stiffly called Newt his companion (somehow more weirdly suggestive than literally anything else he could’ve said?).

It’s made this one in particular kind of weird.

They’re at the wedding of a mutual—well, Newt’s not sure if he would call the guy a friend, acquaintance maybe, research collaborator (which also sounds like something Hermann would introduce Newt as, to be honest, but Newt means it for real)—and he clearly assumed there was more going on with Newt and Hermann than just some humble companionship when he sent out their invitation. Singular invitation. Both of their names at the top, no mention of an allotted plus one(s) anywhere on it. It was more understandable than presumptuous, at least, since they are kind of joined at the hip and still very slightly at the mind. Newt and Hermann met the kid (okay, he was well into his twenties, but that's basically a kid) when he interned as a research assistant in the lab for a few months, back at the start of Newt and Hermann’s tenure with the PPDC when they still had funding and willing participants for that kinda thing. Newt always privately suspected that he had a little bit of a thing for Hermann—and seeing the incredibly dorky groom today all but confirms that. Definitely has a type.

Newt has also always suspected the kid was assuming things about Hermann’s relationship with Newt the entirety of his time under their supervision, which, you know, this also kind of confirms.

“I’ve never liked weddings much,” Hermann says, stirring a straw aimlessly through his cocktail. Their former-intern has tucked them away at a private table in the very back of the reception hall, out of sight and out of earshot, which would probably be an insult coming from anyone who isn’t one-hundred-percent aware of how bad Newt and Hermann are at socializing. It works out better for everyone this way—Newt and Hermann don’t embarrass themselves or the wedding party. “Seems like a lot of fuss over nothing. My brother’s had two now, and neither of them have taken—just a waste of time and money. ”

Newt likes the open bar at weddings, and he likes getting tipsy enough for it to become socially acceptable to dance like an idiot with strangers, but the rest of it is, yeah, pretty boring. He hasn’t been to a wedding since his cousin got married a couple years back. Newt flew all the way back to Germany for that, and all by himself, because he couldn’t bribe Hermann into being his totally platonic(/vitriolic, since they still pretended to hate each other back then) plus-one for the night. Still, he loves being a pain in Hermann’s ass, and the need to be a contrarian majorly outweighs the fact that he, you know, agrees with the guy. “Weddings are fun,” Newt says, mock-defensively. “I’m sorry you’re not romantic enough to appreciate them.”

Hermann snorts and nudges their knees together under the table, and Newt caves with a grin. “We could just leave,” Newt suggests. He steals a sip of Hermann’s drink. “I don’t think anyone would even notice. I can call us an Uber and we could be back at the hotel in literally thirty minutes.” It’s his turn to nudge Hermann. “We came, we said hi, we met the husband, we left them a gift—” A joint gift, with a yay congrats! card signed by them both, they were very much not dodging those relationship assumptions. “—so I’m thinking our social obligations are prettttty much done?”

The romantic thing to do would be to ask Hermann to dance. They could wait for a slow song, and Newt could hold his weight enough for them to sway awkwardly like two middle-schoolers for a little bit, and then Hermann would give him a furtive and equally awkward kiss. Very romantic. It would be fun to do that if it wasn’t so hot in here. July heat and a million people crammed into a tiny ballroom: not conducive to comfort. Newton took off his suit coat and undid his tie about an hour ago, and unbuttoned his shirt down past his collarbones (to Hermann’s scandalized judgement) not long after.

The second most romantic thing Newt could do is pay for the Uber. Hermann visibly wrestles with Newt’s suggestion before finally sagging in on himself. “We ought to stay a little longer,” he says, sadly. He does the unthinkable a moment later and actually takes off his own blazer and ugly quote-unquote dressy vest. Newt spots sweat beading his brow beneath his uneven bangs.

The third most romantic thing to do would be to help Hermann preserve his dignity before—God forbid!—he undoes his collar, which he's buttoned all the way to his throat in typical Hermann fashion. The glass doors to the patio adjacent to the ballroom have been propped open to let in a breeze, and though Newt can’t imagine it’s any less humid or muggy out there, any fresh air would be an improvement. Hermann doesn’t do well in large crowds for very long and Newt can practically feel the last of his patience ebbing away. If someone so much as tries to small talk with them Hermann might lose it for real. Plus—the venue is isolated enough that Newt suspects they might have a pretty nice view of the night sky, something that they've been sorely missing out on from all those years slouching around a damp basement.

He stands and holds out a hand in offering to Hermann. “Let’s go outside,” he says. “We can look at the stars.” Also, Hermann looks kind of cute all flushed and sweaty, and if Newt can't dance with him he'll see if he can snag a kiss or two. Hermann raises his eyebrows at this, but gropes for his cane and takes Newt's hand anyway.

The patio is thankfully deserted. Heat aside, it’s pretty nice out: the space is enclosed by tall, well-maintained shrubs strung with twinkle lights, and there are a handful of benches spaced around evenly. The night breeze is warm but better than nothing. Hermann primly dabs at his face with his handkerchief as he takes a seat at one of the benches, and Newt drops in a sprawl next to him. They can just hear the dumb early-aughts pop song the DJ had been playing through the crack in the door. Hermann says nothing when Newt tucks an arm around his neck. “We have an hour until the reception is meant to end,” Hermann says, glaring at his analog wristwatch, like he thinks that will make time pass faster. "Is there a socially acceptable time to leave before then? We could invent an excuse. Or—" A sigh. "Newton."

Newt has pressed his face to Hermann’s neck to leave little kisses at his jaw, and Hermann wriggles around, dodging further attempts with a wrinkled nose and another funny, whining exclamation of Newt’s name. “Ah, ah, not in public,” he says. “It’s—” Unbecoming, Newt thinks in his Hermann impression, and maybe he mutters it too. But Hermann kisses him properly anyway, toying idly with the loose ends of Newt’s tie before pushing him away. “Looking at the stars?” he echoes Newt sarcastically.

“I did mean it,” Newt says, with another goofy grin. “Kind of.” They're efficient men (sometimes) and he imagines they could very easily find a way to compromise and multitask.

“You should know you're hardly the only one to try that,” Hermann says, and Newt thinks, with a flash of hot embarrassment, of the number of times Hermann has talked about the stargazing dates he used to go on in college with the hot nerds in his chess club. Well, Newt’s paraphrasing that last part. Hermann actually said something like charming young men, but Newt thinks the odds of someone being in chess club and not being a nerd are pretty slim, which Newt (who was also in a chess club) has firsthand knowledge of.

"But," Hermann continues, his eyes dropping down to the curls of ink on Newt's semi-exposed chest, "I suppose we do have time to kill."

[dearweirdme]

Hi!

So I saw something about this person called headliner who is basically a stalker and focuses on jungkook. I saw that people were saying that she basically exposed Jimin and jungkooks relationship? I’m pretty sure she was getting mad at Jimin for getting in the photos she was taking of jungkook and then said jungkook was wasting his … and he needed to get a proper girl. So implying that Jimin and jungkook are together. What do you think of this? Do you think that she may know something more since she’s kind of like a sasaeng?

I just want to say that if she was telling the truth, I think it’s so gross that jikookers would use this to their advantage becuase the two are literally being outed… that’s not a good thing.

Hi anon! Well, I'm not really on twitter much, so I won't be able to tell you much in general, but this is what I understand of it.

Headliner is a big fanaccount for Jk. She's on twitter, Youtube and Instagram, and has actually provided fandom with a lot of footage. She is not without controversy, since she has crossed boundaries on many occasions, varying from stalkish behavior and talking badly about members (like, really badly.. ugh). She has a temper (from what I can deduce). She flipped out on Jk for not publicly thanking her/fans for giving him birthday presents once.

The situation you are referring to is not completely clear to me. I did not witness it in realltime, so context and details are lost to me. What is clear though, is that those comments were made in obvious anger. People say bad stuff in anger very often and it is not seldom that people use specific things they know will hurt that person. I think, she was so mad... she specifically wanted to hurt Jk... and she used queer rumors to do so. I don't think she actually knows something... because she went on as a fanaccount for Jk and is still one today. If she was actually convinced of what she said in anger, why continue this way? Though, it could be argued that she loves the grandeur of having a huge fanaccount. But, she invests a great deal of time and money in following Jk around... which tells me, she is also personally and emotionally invested in him (also the anger she has shown towards him is very much suggesting that).

The leaked convo does not mention Jimin specifically I believ, but I'm not sure if it was a reply to another comment. But either way, I do not take it as Jkk proof, but rather of proof of Headliner being too invested and lashing out in a bad way.

[findingmypeace]

11/12/2022

Right now I kind of hate the sound of my own thoughts. Earlier today I wrote how frustrated I am. I’m going to put this under a cut TW: ed behaviors.

I can feel myself starting to slip and move towards relapse. If I’m completely honest I’ve really only been in quasi-recovery. I’m keeping down a normal amount of food. I’m purging only once every couple of weeks. But what I eat isn’t that balanced. I’m eating a lot of binge food. I’m keeping it down (!) but that also makes me feel out of control and like I’m not really in recovery. I mean I ate cookies for breakfast yesterday. I didn’t purge but it felt like a binge. There are other things that are very much signs of a relapse but I’m so frustrated with myself that I don’t want to say what I’m doing. This morning I ~sort of~ had a reality check. My behaviors made me feel incredibly nauseous and I ended up throwing up. I threw up blood. It scared me for awhile but then I kept doing what I’m doing. In fact, part of me wants to stay up all night just to do behaviors.

WTF am I doing? I don’t want to relapse. I worked to hard on recovery to just throw in the towel. I’m trying to fight it. I bought cinnamon rolls to b/p on while I was grocery shopping. I ate the cinnamon rolls but I didn’t purge. But I did use laxatives and diuretics. I want to bang my head against a brick wall! When is enough really enough?! I can’t relapse. Not only will I hate myself for it but I’m pretty sure most people in my life will be incredibly pissed at me for relapsing. BS and DI will probably cut off contact for real this time.

In a moment of weakness I bought a scale off amazon. I didn’t want to waste any real money on it so I bought with an amazon gift card I had. But I think I’m going to return it. A scale will be in almost instantaneous relapse. After I finished 9 months of treatment in 2018 I bought a scale just to ‘know my weight’. Not to actually lose weight. I told myself I’d just monitor it but not use ed behaviors. Bullshit. That’s such a lie. Within the week I had relapsed.

The present moment is the longest I’ve maintained recovery outside of treatment probably ever. And even now it’s like quasi-recovery. I’m still using behaviors. When I face that reality I start to feel incredibly hopeless. Maybe recovery just isn’t possible for me. But I do actually believe it’s possible. And that makes me hate myself more because then why am I not doing what I’m supposed to do.

I am going to fight this as hard as I possibly can but if this turns in to a full blown relapse I will not be going back to treatment. I’ve been there, done that 7 times. I’m not going to do it again. When I relapsed in 2018 I basically gave up. I told myself, “This is it.” I decided I would just live with an eating disorder for the rest of my life. It wasn’t until 2021 and I big lecture from my PCP along with some health scares that I was even open to treatment again. I feel like I’m kind of in that place. Except not quite. I’m still doing recovery orientated things. I’m going to keep doing them. I’m really going to try hard to fight this but it’s really, really hard. Ugh, I’m so frustrated. I need to talk to LS. I know she’d give me a really big reality check. But I don’t want her to know. Fuck!

[champagnepodiums]

don’t wanna sound presumptuous but the “checo crashed deliberately in monaco” narrative started with erik van haren, who’s firmly in the verstappen camp and has been fed information directly by verstappen and his team before. he was also the one to break the news on redbull’s costcap gate this season. it might sound far-fetched but i feel like this is a ploy to divert attention from max... or at least give max a reason for acting so cunty today.

it doesn’t make sense at all, checo qualified P3 and the way he crashed was super dangerous for the car, his gearbox and some other vital parts were damaged. if he were to crash deliberately he would do it like rosberg in monaco 2014 (simply pretending to lock up and going off) or like schumacher. he wouldn’t do it in such a risky way because it means money is wasted and the team spends a lot more time fixing it. risking it all for a P3 when the ferraris up front can be overtaken easily because of their braindead strategy is not plausible.

who knows, maybe it’s true but for now i feel like it is just rumours leaked by jos verstappen perhaps to paint max in a better light.

so i have gotten a couple of anons that point out that the checo crashed in monaco narrative was started by somebody likely tied to verstappen's camp so I'm going to respond to all of them with this one.

I think the thing that I don't get is -- what would Checo have gained by crashing his car like that? I mean, yeah he went on to win the race but still? Checo has always proven to be a great team player so it just doesn't fit in with any of his past actions in my mind?

but even if it were true, that was a long time ago and ugh Will Buxton is right -- it should've been dealt with and resolved internally by now and Max should have really be over it by now.

The timing of the rumors resurfacing is definitely suspect and even if it was true, it still doesn't change the fact that Max was firmly in the wrong here.

[coridallasmultipass]

Shit week tw mold

Im fucking screaming

I bought expensive ass lions mane to fry (ive only done this once before but it was so good) i bought expensive ass gluten free flour for this since i had to throw my old bags of flour out last summer (weevils attacked bc my mom isnt intolerant to regular wheat flour)

And now im like, okay, suck it up, youve got an injured back but we bought this fancy mushroom on wednesday and now we need to cook it (today is saturday, that's almost 4 days in my home fridge)

And i get everything set up, im about to spice the flour for breading and im like, wait. Check that the mushroom isnt totally gross (i could see it was drying out a little thru the carton slots, but i didnt look inside yet. Wouldve been fine if it was dry since i was frying it to dryness anyway)

And its got fucking mold. None of it is safe to eat, even if thats only a little mold.

Now i gotta put the flour back in the bag and cook an egg for lunch, since i cant put it back in the shell lmao

God why does this always happen to me, no matter what i do all my food goes bad before i can eat it. Ive been eating such low-effort foods for a while because i do not have the spoons to cook, and my back has been bad for a month (and went out on sunday).

This shit was expensive too. Mushrooms and flour were like $10 each. I just wanted something nice and fresh for a change, but apparently thats too much to ask when ur chronically physically and mentally ill

I dont even have another vegetable or anything to fry. Maybe a potato but that sounds gross to bread lmao. Ill just have an egg sandwich i guess!! Ugh.

On top of that its hard to eat fresh food when i cant close my teeth together. I liked getting watercress for sandwiches, but i cant bite it with my front teeth. I miss eating carrots with hummus but it hurts to eat hard vegetables because of the fibromyalgia around my teeth. Other vegetables take a lot of prep or have the same stringy quality i cant eat. Havent been able to bite things in half in a while because my teeth dont meet together in the front. Its already hard enough to try and eat sandwiches. This shit is just humiliating. Ughhhh.

I already have such bad anxiety about throwing food away, probably due to being forced to sit at the table and eat all my food as a kid. Im literally so fucking tempted to just cut the mold off rn. But im also scared of mold lmao. I have like aerophobia (fear of breathing in anything, not planes which is incorrect). I love mushrooms but spores freak me out. Ive forced myself to eat around mold before and it was really traumatizing and i dont like grapes anymore because of it (just anticipating the burst of moldy greenness every time i eat one bluhh)

I hate this so much lmao.

Someone needs to make a fridge that doesnt spoil food.

I need to stop buying fresh stuff. Its just a waste of money when i cant get to it in time. I really wish it didnt go bad so fast.

Hopefully when my teeth and jaw get fixed i can eat more fresh food

[rubywithin]

The Identity we seek 4

The bell rang for lunch I guess it's time to see the fate of my remaining money! There was a Burger Joint, a Sea Restaurant and a Chippy, (Annabelle) "How about the burger joint it is known as Flare's and um it's pretty tasty!". (Shuie) "Sure thing" I got us both a burger, chips and some drinks, I got a sprite while she had a cola! It was weird how she seemed a lot colder to me back at class but since we arrived her she was a bit friendlier. (Annabelle) "I know you have only been here a few days but are you getting used to this place?". I thought about my answer, (Shuie) "Honestly I been struggling to get used to the place I guess today has been my most calm day so far". We continued to eat....suddenly a woman approached us, (???) "I see you eating junk again" she glared at me mid sentence. And wish some nobody no less!", (Annabelle) "Whatever he is just a meal ticket" (???) "I can't believe you wasted his gullible-ness on this place and not the restaurant!".

The two of them walked off....ugh, (Shogo) "Oh hey Shuie what's up?" I told him what happened. "Oh don't let it get to you Annabelle just thinks she is better than everyone because of her model sister. Just sucks you had to meet her, although this bad attitude of hers has become a lot worse lately!". (Shuie) "How drastic is the change if I can ask?" this could be info that is useful for Kaito. (Shogo) "I would say she is a lot worse now with how she stomps on the dreams of those inspiring to be like her. However her behaviour became worse and worse over time!" that was all I needed to know! I decided to ask the Burger Joint guy if there were any jobs available, he told me not here but apparently a Hotdog stand was looking for some workers on Wednesday's! After launch I spent the rest of the day hearing every one gossiping about me. I wonder if she just used me for the attention ugh what a pain.

I sent a text to tell my uncle I would be late home and I sent Wodin one telling him I wanted to meet up with Kaito! After school we met a park near Annabelle's house, I told them about what Shogo mentioned to me. (Kaito) "Hmm does sound like the shadows are trying to draw out her worst behaviour". I looked at Wodin and he was definitely in the know, (Shuie) "Hey um Wodin have you been taking care of the shadows here?". He nodded, (Wodin) "However let's just say I am currently out of commission!" I am sure he will be able to give me more info in the future, (Shuie) "So do I just use the key like before?" I took it out. (Wodin) "There is a bit more too it....you need to envision the person in question's view on their domain. And who they view themselves as" I see so it's not straight forward however I do remember Shogo saying something to me. (Shuie) "Take me to the Queen's Studio....." I got that familiar feeling from before! (Shogo) "What the hell is happening" (Kaito) "GRRRRRR".

Ugh this is bad....Shogo could be in danger but how do I even go back? (Valmont) "Boy it is foolish to take on these tasks alone. Over time you must find allies" huh what was he doing here? suddenly I saw the yellow door. "Whenever you need our assistance we will be in this room and it will act as your way home!". He then walked inside of the room, Kaito was still barking at Shogo ugh what a mess. I took a deep breath, (Shuie) "Kaito it's fine he was the one who told me about the model...Shogo this um situation is complex!". (Shogo) "I see well if I can be any help I am here, to be honest I saw you vanish yesterday. And I wanted to know more". I told Shogo everything I knew...but what do I do from here...go hunt those shadows or something? We were outside of the studio so I guess the first thing we should do explore a bit.