#was trying to look for this as a ref n couldnt find it n got so confused

[severedegg]

?????????????????? i thought i posted this but apparently not???????? well its here now lol, did these just over a month ago lmao

[kokocharm]

bruh ive had so many main chars. Like uhhh heres a list boys

- Pheasent (she/her)

This was my first char and this is the oldest image I can find of her. My yt channels first name was "Pheasent," which was indeed intentional. I did not know what a pheasant was at the time, i was like 9 lmao

- Luna (she/her)

I eventually changed my name to • Luna Møønlight • because i thought using symbols made me cool for some reason. I dont think she ever had a set story because every animation i find of her is something entirely random. I know that her eyes changed color depending on her emotion, and theyre usually black.

Oh, she eventually got a red sweater upon the creation of "Best Friends" which is a whole nother story im not even going to TRY to explain

- whoever the fuck this guy is

I honestly didnt think i had anything with them. I dont remember their name, but I do know that they lost their eye in an attack and wore a white mask with pink on their nose, under their eyes and a weird crescent moon on their forehead. Pretty rad design tbh

- Willow (I think) he/him

this asshole was my sona for like 2 days lmfao

- Sombre (she/they)

Sombre, formerly known as Sombra, is a fictional species dubbed a "sokochou" n a series called "GreenFirest Lab." She was my mascot for a loooong while, and when i changed my name to • Invierno • on yt. The whole GFL storyline is so crazy, but the main gist of her story is that her "sokodemon" went batshit crazy, killed all the scientists, and fucking ditched. She went through a few design changes, but this is the oldest one i have

- Arion (he/him)

Arion was my fursona for a bit. And then i didnt like him so i forgot about him(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) oopsi dasies. sorry arion

- Moth (they/them)

Moth was apart of a story I made like 1 video on. He was part of a series called "Power of Change" that i do not remmeber the details of other than this butterfly looking bitch was a total jackass lmao

- Peppermint (he/him)

Peppermint comes from a place called "Camp Rainfall" if I remember correctly. I was fixating heavily on Origins of Olympus, a Minecraft roleplay on youtube, so.. yeah uh. A lot happened in it and i think peppermint was gay idk

- Charlie (they/them)

When I moved to my new channel, I wanted a character simple to animate. Charlie's story is that they will always die before the age of 20, and theyre pissed about it. Ax is there too, I dont really know what they do

- Two (it/they)

(i couldnt find a better ref pic with their official design cus im on my phone and im lazy)

Two is my current main char ^_^ i am very happy with its design and i do genuinely enjoy animating it, unlike Charlie (sorry charlie). It doesnt have a story and i dont plan on giving it one. Its kinda just my mascot HAHA

[pies-writes-and-more]

karasuno’s #1 supporter

pairing: miya osamu x fem!reader 

warnings: pissing off atsumu, potentially really bad characterization because this is my first time (and potentially last time) writing for the miya boys haha i’ve always liked osamu more tho so this was just a really cute storyline i couldnt pass up

a/n: alright yall this is the most crackhead piece of shit i’ve ever written so i’m so sorry already but it’s just such a funny idea to me i couldn’t not write it LOL I’ve had this in my drafts for a long time but I figured I’d finish it and throw it out there in hopes that it’ll make yall laugh haha. thank you @satan-ruler-of-hells​ as usual for giving me some confidence lol following gif is not mine - credits to the original creator!

haikyuu masterlist | pt 2

The silence that almost immediately hit the air as Atsumu closed his fist was like a punch to the gut. He had such an presence to him that you almost felt like you were afraid to breathe. Your eyes focused on the boys below, their nervousness and tension could be felt all around the stadium.

As Atsumu got ready for another serve, you looked around to the Karasuno cheer section, frowning when you realized you could literally hear a pin drop. Why were they allowed to boo your team’s serves and no one was allowed to say anything during theirs?

“Well fuck that,” you huffed to yourself. This was what the boys had been practicing for forever! You hadn’t come all this way to watch your friends lose to some asshole with a huge cheer team. You had spent the last year watching them from the sidelines, supporting them through every game because you knew this was their year. And it wasn’t about to be stopped by some piss-haired idiot. “OI WHAT KIND OF ELITIST NONSENSE IS THIS?” You yell from the top of your lungs. Even the ref glanced your direction, Atsumu’s concentration obviously shaken from the random screaming. “YOU IDIOTS BETTER LOOSEN UP! WE’RE COUNTING ON YOU!”

Even from where you were on the stands, you could see the volleyball team smiling, Sugawara turning from the sides to give you a cheeky thumbs up while the other boys standing next to him tried to stifle their surprised laughter. Even Kageyama and Tsukishima cracked a few smirks. You were right, after all. They were too tense. The boys’ shoulders relaxed a little as you yelled at them, shaking their head in laughter as they realized just how lucky they were to have you backing them up.

You turned to those around you, gesturing to them to back you up. More and more Karasuno supports were joining you as you yelled, cheering for your team as loudly as your lungs would allow you. Even Ukai’s friends joined in after a while, everyone showing just how much love and support they were sending down to the team. Atsumu shot a glare in your direction, though you were a little busy to even notice. 

“Here we go ahead,” Osamu sighed, the sounds echoing throughout the whole arena. She’s kinda cute though, Osamu thought to himself, finding you oddly amusing. He reminded himself quickly that his brother’s serves were needed if this game was going to end in their favour, trying to push the picture of you out from his mind.

Your cheers went on, even after Saeko showed up with her taiko drums. She laughed loudly hearing what you’ve been doing, a shy smile on your face as she smacked your arm proudly, “Good for you! Stick up for our boys huh?”

You nodded in agreement and the two of you led the attack on the Inarizaki High cheer squad. There was something about her energy that just had you more hyped up, even though your poor voice was practically gone by the time the game ended. 

You bounced up and down eagerly waiting for the boys to make their way out of the gym, ready for Asahi to swing you around in a hug like he always did, and for Noya and Tanaka to practically tackle you to the ground in excitement. You knew they could do it. There was never any doubt in your mind - though that game probably took a couple years off of your life with all the stress.

But as players started to leave the gym, Atsumu was quick to target his eyes on you. “You!” He growled out, pointing in your direction. Almost immediately you could feel the intense wave of anger as he slowly stormed over to you. His twin trotted alongside him, a smug look on his face still, just from the fact that you were able to get on his brother’s nerves so much and that would always be just a little hilarious to him.

“Suddenly, I have somewhere else to be,” you squeaked, whisking yourself away to wherever the Karasuno team was. The first boy you found was Tanaka, and thank god it was, because that boy could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. You hid behind him swiftly, staring at Atsumu’s approaching form as he walked menacingly closer. “What’re you gonna do?” You yelled at him, still clutching Tanaka’s shoulders. “Would his Majesty like some silence to beat me too? Hm?” You taunted him, clearly trying to be more intimidating than you were.

Tanaka couldn’t help but laugh at what big game you talked all while shaking a little behind him. You knew maybe you should’ve just shut up but hey, with the whole team around you, you were guaranteed to be just fine. Besides, this idol boy would never commit murder publicly would he?

“You’re an absolute nuisance,” he scoffed, shaking his head while Tanaka shot him intense stares.

“Wow that’s a big word, Atsumu, where’d you learn that?” Osamu teased, glancing over you quickly. Yep. Still really cute, even up close.

“Me? A nuisance? Says the one with the most annoying cheer team ever! They don’t even believe in your playing abilities!” You huffed. “Imagine having to resort to dirty games like breaking the tempo cause they didn’t believe you could win,” you stuck your tongue out, but his immediate flare of anger had you shrinking behind Tanaka again.

“OI! ARE YOU PICKING ON A GIRL?” Saeko screamed as she made her way over, growling at the high school boy. “YOU THINK YOU CAN PICK ON OUR STUDENT LIKE THAT HM?”

“YEAH!” Her brother chimed in.

“YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH US!”

“YEAH!”

“Oi, what kind of trouble have you caused now?” Kageyama spoke up, hitting your head not-so-gently as he scolded you. “You were really loud earlier, idiot.”

“I was trying to help,” you insisted. “It’s not my fault that these dummies can’t take a taste of their own medicine!”

“Tobio, you know this brat?” Atsumu raised an eyebrow, shooting yet another glare at you as you continued to stick your tongue out at him.

“She’s my friend,” Kageyama responded in a chilly tone, his icy glare turning to the other setter as if warning him careful what you say about her next. You couldn’t help but smile - who would’ve known that Kageyama could be so protective.

“She’s our friend,” HInata corrected, trying to emulate the same intimidating expression that the Tanaka siblings had on. 

“Alright shrimpy, cool it down,” Atsumu waved him off, his eyes landing on you again and giving you yet another glare. “Next time, we won’t lose.”

“Yes you will,” you responded quickly, all of the boys glancing over at you in surprise. You spoke with such determination for someone who wasn’t even on the team. “Karasuno’s the best team here. And that’s what we came to show everyone.”

Atsumu chuckled condescendingly, like you were a child who was making up some massive fairytale, “Sure, believe whatever you want.”

“Oi! Are you starting fights again?” Daichi came over, you and Tanaka immediately trying to dip but him grabbing onto both of your collars. After he forced you two to apologize for the ruckus, Atsumu started to move away, giving a dismissive wave to Kageyama.

“Thanks for keeping things interesting, Tobio. We’ll be even better next year. Come on, Osamu,” Atsumu walked a few steps ahead, glancing back when he realized his twin was still standing with you guys.

“What’s your name?” Osamu was asking you, a somewhat carefree look in his eyes.

You blinked in surprise, looking around to make sure he was actually talking to you, “Y/L/N Y/N. I go by Y/N though.”

Osamu nodded slowly, “Y/N,” he repeated, as if getting a taste of how it felt on his tongue. “I hope to see you around, Y/N,” he smiled, his eyes flickering over you a bit more before he turned to walk away with his brother.

You stood there for a little bit in complete shock, watching as Atsumu whacked his brother in the head the further they got away from you. “Oi, what was that?” He huffed.

“What was what?” Osamu shrugged, like nothing had happened.

“‘I hope to see you around, Y/N’!” Atsumu mocked him. “She practically ruined all of my serves! She cost us the game! And you’re asking for her name? What, do ya think she’s cute or something?” Atsumu yelled, scolding his brother the whole way back to their team as Osamu just sighed, rolling his eyes.

As if to rub salt in the wound, Osamu turned around to give you a wave goodbye with a cheeky little wink, making his brother yell even louder in response. You couldn’t help but laugh, your whole body feeling hot from the encounter. Was it the adrenaline of feeling like Atsumu was going to kill you? Or... was it the look that Osamu gave you?

“Y/N, they’re like our enemies now. You can’t go flirting with the enemy,” Tanaka shook his head.

“Ya, that’s totally not fair! We can’t have our cute fans going over to their side!” Noya argued with his hands on his hips.

“Woah woah woah! Who said anything about flirting? I just gave him my name!” You responded back, whacking both of them in the arm. “Now forget them! It’s time to celebrate your guys’ win!” You squealed, jumping around with them all. There was no point in thinking anything of that somewhat strange encounter with the Miya twin. It’s not like he’d give you any thought - with all those girls surrounding him and his brother, he probably had his pick of any girl he wanted.

But the whole trip back home, Osamu found himself thinking about you nonstop. There was just something about you. “Y/L/N Y/N,” Osamu repeated to himself softly just once more as he stared out the window of the bus. Cute and able to easily piss off his brother? You were practically his soulmate. The question was now: how was he going to see you again?

haikyuu taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added!)

@sgue0s @aurumk @neko-chii1 @thisnoodlewritesao3 @trashy-simp @jeppiet @tobi-momo @darkvadeeer @haikyuutothetop @livy384 @babyshoyo @jesssobs @b-bakana @just4readingfics @moonlightaangel @crystal-lilac @random-734 @rizkykei​ @sophiemess

[a-deadly-serenade]

overall this season was pretty decent. i have some thots whats new so im gonna share them below the cut if anyone’s interested :)

so!! first off i’ll say that there were a lot of things i did really enjoy from season 4!

the action was super fun as always!! i loved all the crazy enemies and callbacks! the skeleton fight and all those little goblins they kept killing throughout were a nice touch ;) sypha’s use of her powers is INSANE her ice-chainsaw?? her WALL of fire?? electric balls?? come on. and the animation was NICE. i really wanna know who did most of the fight scenes bcuz the style is so different and it just POPS but in a really good way? 

my favorite fight has to be ofc when everyone is REUNITED yes im basic. but the THEME song going off and well, im a whore for sotn references and i CAME when i saw the leap stone ref w the winged cape or when alucard turned into a hoard of batss AND THEN HIS WOLF FORM OOOOHH BABY!!! actually episode 9 is just a straight banger.

STRIGAAA. STRIGA. oh mama i was sweating during that fight. mad kudos to her va for them growlsss

carmilla vs isaac was a lot of fun and i loved the visuals but my hype was instantly ruined when i saw her kill herself 😭but thats smth i’ll complain about later.

not all the lines were bangers, some of sypha’s swearing seemed even a bit too much at times, and it was especially jarring to be having a face-to-face death-math with literal Death and hes acting like a naughty little 5 year old thats just learnt to swear. maybe cut back on the fuck-isms? just a bit? BUT when they hit they did GOOD. “the fuck what now?” yes

ISAAC. you weren’t in this season as much but man do u still shine through. i loved his introduction back in the town where he has his night creatures digging graves and rebuilding the city 😭 and then the conversation he shares w his flyman?? obsessed.

Hector chopping his finger off and giving lenore and carmilla a good ol FUCK YOU!! as he helps isaac. we love to see it

Trevor and Sypha’s “I love you!” “I know.” <3

DEATHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

oh! alucard actually having a story & purpose in the plot? :) luv it love to see it. that being said... the Plot. 

its... ok? it’s kind of split up into 3/4 parts, as the story progresses, one eventually merges with several of the others kind of? cohesively? while leaving the other to sort itself out.

now, i didnt have too many qualms with it, it was pretty straight forward. dracula is going to be resurrected and we have sypha and trevor looking in on it, while alucard helps the nearby village and hector and isaac go on about bringing on their inevitable showdown. however, the way the story was paced and some of the decisions they made... werent so great.

st. germain for example, brought the ENTIRE momentum from the last few episodes to a halt. you have sypha and trevor fighting through heaps and heaps of monsters only to find themselves back in Targoviste where they meet the mysterious Zamfir!! and Alucard!! he’s been asked to help save this village!! all jam-packed with crazy action and animation that leaves you fired up!! and then episode 5 comes to a screeching halt and we spend nearly the entire thing on st. germain’s backstory and explaining his motives for the rest of the season

like. imma be real with you chief: he didnt need to be here lol. you could have just left varney as the main vamp in charge of bringing back big daddy drac and he could reveal to his.. idk henchmen or something that he’s death. but u gotta fill them ten 20 minute slots somehow!! he just fell so flat and unfortunately, a lot of the side-characters suffer from this this season.

i enjoyed great and zamfir, i love their desgins esp, but they really could have been fleshed out more. zamfir is shown as nothing but a spoiled brat the majority of the time she’s on screen but they wait till she’s about to die to try and turn her character around? huh? greta is given a bit more screentime but this sudden confession of feelings in the last episode felt so... huh?? why couldnt she just be dedicated to her people and show that u can love someone w/out necessarily being their partnr? i thot that was her whole thing; taking care of her people. it’s like. where did this come from. they cant have known each other more than a week at most dog 😭

it sucks they dedicated to much time to scenes that didnt really need to be there where we could have gotten this proper development, like maybe have a scene zamfir and sypha connect over struggles they’ve dealt with in the past and that has her open up about how traumatizing dracula’s attack on her city was. u could have expanded upon her role in the court and WHY she worshipped the monarchy so much instead of making it a throwaway gag about her being “crazy”. but why have that when we could instead spend the first 5 minutes of said episode watching a monotonous back-and-forth b/w varney and that big burly russian vampire who’s name im sure mor than 98% of the audience cant even remember? 

just a lot of fat that needed to be trimmed so that the actual MEAT of the story could be slow cooked to perfection. people really arent kidding when they say less is more. 

another big problem i had was there... i dont even know what to call it, re-humanization? redemption? of Lenore. like lmk if im wrong but she manipulated hector, yeah? coerced sex to slip on that ring that binds him to her?? orr whatever weird shit warren’s into. but the way they interacted, ESPECIALLY in their first major scene together was sooo uncomfortable to watch lol at first i thought perhaps hector was only playing along because well. hes enslaved to do her and carmilla’s bidding. but no, he actually LIKES her. he spares her when isaac comes around, he says that he wants to keep her as his own. and in the meantime, lenore finds time to complain to a man that’s been beaten and enslaved how upset it makes her that carmilla got angry at her 😭 or says thats she tired of isaac keeping tabs on her and wants to escape this ‘cage’. to  aman thats literally been imprisoned since youve known him 😭her death is seen as peaceful, calm, they even try and tug at ur heartstrings by swelling this sad, dramatic music as the sun rises. really? LENORE?

and carmilla’s death happened WAYY too early imo. she was the villain for practically 3 seasons and this is how she goes? isaac couldnt get more than a stab at her? his night creatures couldnt take a nibble? HECTOR couldnt even be given a chance to do somethng like come on

the resolution was... strange? it was cute!! and happy!! but i dunno if they really needed to have lisa and vlad coming back, but, like i said; it was cute! definitely not the ending i was expecting. 

i’m glad that they put their focus back on what made the show so much fun and that was the FIGHTS. they definitely helped add some much needed spice to things when scenes started to drag, but im a gal that really luvs a good story and even though reviews were raving that this season helped closed the lid on all the themes theyd been exploring, i just didnt really see that. which isnt necessarily a BAD thing, i knew i wasnt gonna find some deep introspective themes in this hack n slash horror-fantasy, its just what can turn somethng like this from an ok show to a GREAT one. 

in the end, im glad they stopped at this one and im curious to see if they really DO go ahead on making spin-offs. bcuz unfortunately, i will always be down for som new castlevania content

[cwkrp]

have a little imagination, will you?

INTRODUCING   jung haneul, she/her, 07/10/99 COURSING   ba in sound engineering, second year AFFILIATION   apus ANNOTATIONS   n/a

a note from the past.

TOKEN.

She coughs and vermillion is splattered across the pavement. A grunt clicks his tongue, lifting his foot to peer at his newly stained sneakers. With a roll of his eyes, he delivers a swift kick to her abdomen before she doubles over to roll to her side. For a moment, she struggles to breathe, black splotches fading in and out of her vision, as she sputters and lets out a wet inhalation. Isn’t this kind of sadistic?

If she wants in, she’s got to go through initiation like everyone else.

Its not that she couldnt take them all on, per say. More so that she didn’t see a point. They all knew how perfectly capable she was, in and off the ring. A mild guess is that she combats her emotional pain with the physical in these situations she gets herself into.

Such a shame to bruise a pretty face.

Such a shame to bruise a pretty heart.

The night is especially dark tonight. She rolls to her back as her breathing regulates. The streetlights above her burn yellow and shadow the faces looking down at her, muting the stars in their own glory. Tonight is a night of twisted redemption, malformed from its original intent, turned into something unrecognizable. Another well kept secret to be stowed in her closet of bones.

She exhales. The world is blown away with her soft tempered breath. Nothing exists but the cold concrete and her fluttering lungs. With every intake of air, another part of her comes to life: long tangled hair matted by her neck. Slender fingers with chipped nail polish variant in colors. Sharp teeth behind a mouth hungry for justice. At this moment, she felt the most alive. All her years was spent trying to fit into the shadow of a man who knew no mercy, who, in all his grandeur, left behind rubble and ruin. Today she had died and left the carcass of a girl who once thought the world revolved around obedience and scripture. Now, she is reborn in the body of a fighter, whose blood howls in parallel to her biggest fears, teaching that she was never beneath them but an equal.

Are you dead?

Her head lolls in their direction. She doesn’t answer with words, but a smile that meant something beyond their comprehension.

Okay, okay. You’re in. Now get up. The boss wants to see you.

STEREOTYPE.

The Lady of War

Nails press into their necks, calls of mercy falling from trembling lips. Behind her is fire, unruly, all consuming. It eats the bodies of the fallen, no screams pierce the atmosphere, the absence of a soul sends their consciousness to hell, and the fire has come to clean them all of their sins.

Forgiveness is beneath you, my love.

Her hands are bare but the power they wield is enough to break bones and mend them. The wolves bark at her ankles, awaiting the signal to dart forward. Their neck snaps through her own force, and she moves onto the next. Their yellow eyes watch the body drop to the floor, and they follow their master in trained obedience.

Born from a kingdom whose king ruled with a black heart, she sits in her tower and watches as its people turn sour from the tyranny. She, too, seeks the injustice and calls war with her own lips. There is civil unrest, the castle caving in on itself, and the princess with power at her fingertips turns away from its temptation and chose to burn with the oppressed. Elegance is trained in every movement, even in her killing blow.

By her own hand she watched their perfect world collapse, and by her own hand she will erect what has been done wrong.

a color for the present.

BLUE.

The lights above them are too-bright, almost headache inducing. The urge to turn them off makes her fingers restless, so to satait herself she opens the blinds. The hazy sunset tinge the room orange. Her mother smiles in her bed, small, as fragile as she’d ever seen her. They’re pumping her with the medicine he so boasts about, but it seems to be sucking her life force more than soothe her.

Some days she is energetic enough to lift her thin wrist at an attempt at a wave.

“Hello, Haneul,” her mother would breathe, but the notion was nearly lost in the constant beeping of the machinery plugged into her. In her own excitement, she’d close the space between them, placing the new bouquet of flowers on the bedside table before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Hi, mom.”

Some days she was so bad the nurses wouldn’t have time to help her out of bed before the blood and puke sprayed the hospital floor. In those instances, she’d sit in the sole chair at the corner of the room, sit for a few hours until the nurse would tell her that visiting hours were over. Sometimes her father would poke in, eyes skimming her chart before his pager would go off once again.

Today an unnamable fear keeps her locked in place by the window, eyes averted, watching as the normal people continue their lives without a care in the world.

“Haneul,” she calls from her bed. Her voice is small and scratchy.  

She does nothing to acknowledge that she heard her mother.

“I have been here since the leaves turned red and now the branches bud with the promise of new life. I think, before they bloom, I will not be here to see them with you. So I have a request.”

The stretch of silence is a nonverbal plead. She turns, heartbroken at the stranger on the bed. Her mother motions for her to come. Tepid steps close the distance. She’s too afraid to touch her, lest she crumble beneath her hands.

“I need you to watch your brother and your father for me. Take good care of them. Make sure they don’t get into trouble. You know how they are.”

Her heart breaks a little bit. Even in the end, her mother remains selfless for her family.

“Do you promise me, Haneul?”

“Yes, mom. I promise.”

“And promise me that you’ll stay out of harms way, too. You’re my little girl, my piece of heaven, and the world wouldn’t know what to do without you in it.”

“Yeah, mom. Promise.”

Those were the last words she shared with her mother, unable to last through the night. Hours after her death, Haneul breaks her promise, letting her father succumb to madness and her brother to debauchery.

Love should have filled those empty spaces, not hollow words that meant something else.

RED.

The night is at its peak. Midnight ascends into madness, and the observers howl in anticipation. The bets favor her opponent but she is unfazed. They jeer at the newcomer, scorn her for being a woman and thinking she had a right to leave the ring unscarred. They yell, they jeer, they sexualize and devour any weakness their hungry eyes could devour. Among the chaos she stands, stance wide, hands in front of her face, fists poised for battle.

Her opponent is across the ring, scratching the back of his head. He calls over the ref, asks if he seriously has to hit a girl in front of everyone like this. He laughs, they all do, but she does not waver under their gaze. In stature he’s twice her size, with muscles that showcase years of pure bruteness exercised daily.

Ready? Fight!

She circles him the way predator does prey, and he has to laugh at the fact that she thinks she had a chance against him. He sloppily swings, hoping to end things quickly as to get home with his winnings, but he underestimates her agility. Light on her feet she dodges, uses his shock to her advance and plant a well placed punch on an organ that has him stumbling back a few steps.

Her intention was never to win all her fights

But to be seen as an equal.

Damage.

The thug shoves the hefty package to her hand, wary eyes scanning the vicinity in search of any possible witnesses to their exchange.

Boss says to inflate the prices. We know how you rich kids are, how bored you guys get with your money. Sell it and give every penny back to us before you go home tonight. Got it?

Tonight her father prepared a soiree for the bourgeois, with the intention of securing numerous sponsorships for his prized hospital. Its standing within society was on shaky grounds due to his scandal involving the death of numerous patients from his failed medication. His own wife being one of them. Somehow, her gang caught wind and they took this to their advantage.

She slips the package into her backpack, face void of any emotion as she gave a nod.

The party is in full swing by the time she arrives, fashionably late, in an ensemble that had people looking at her twice. She does her dance electric, mingles with the crowd, finds the bored kids she grew up with who always had a taste for the luxurious.

She flashes a bag between her fingers, coy smile on her lips, and they understood immediately what she insinuated.

Bundles of cash were slipped to her person in exchange for powder, the night comes into full swing, and before she moves onto the next group, they’re already begging for more.

She returns to the base with a bag full of money, leaving before they had the chance to give her share.