#yeah he ruined it but at least i got these gems

[cto10121]

Reading Stalking Shakespeare by Lee Durkee and it’s a gift that keeps on giving

[mintiicinnamonii]

Im a sucker for angst so uhhh

Can I request a Macaque x reader who was once possessed by the LBD

And he can't help but flinch whenever they get mad cuz it reminds him of that time

And last but not least, u doin okay?

notes: yeah im doing quite well! i love angst, and i also love s3/lbd readers, so this is PERFECT :3

i’ve been experimenting with the format of my posts, so sorry for the inconsistency!

Oh Who is She?

You and Macaque got into a fight. A BIG fight. About what? You didn’t even remember anymore. You gritted your teeth as Macaque tried to reason with you, fists shaking. You snapped your head over to him, glaring at him with daggers in your eyes, and Macaque swore he saw a shimmer of blue in them. “GOD, WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!” 

Macaque flinched, backing up in shock and fear. His golden eyes widenedas he stared at you, throat dry. He was unable to speak, with his ears pinned back against his head, as a familiar feeling of dread filled his mind. The same dread he’d feel when he was around HER. He looked like a trapped animal; a horrified, weak, trapped animal. 

You maintained your scowl, until you suddenly realized what you did. The glass of water you were holding fell onto the ground, as your breathing quickened. “Macaque- I- I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean to..” You covered your mouth, hyperventilating. The feeling of someone behind you sent a chill up your spine, and you felt something scratching at your skull. You wanted- no- NEEDED to get it out. You fell onto the floor, desperately picking up the broken shards with your shaking hands, biting your tongue so the tears wouldn’t fall. You cut your hands on the glass as you picked the shards up- it was so hard to hold anything- why was it so hARD-

Macaque saw your panicked state, and was immediately filled with worry. He was still shaken up by your sudden anger, but this wasn’t the time to worry about himself right now. “Woah- plum- you’re gonna hurt yourself!” He crouched down to you, holding your hands. He frowned, seeing how much they were shaking, “Hey, hey.. its okay. Look at me. Hey, look at me.” You hesitatantly shifted your gaze to your boyfriend, as Macaque smiled at you softly. “Thats it.. I need you to breathe with me, m’kay? In and out...” He inhaled and exhaled exaggeratedly, squeezing your hand. “You can do it, gem..”

You were quivering, but did your best to breathe as Macaque uttered sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, starlight.. just like that…”

Soon enough, you were able to calm down enough, looking up at Macaque. “Sorry..” Your voice was raspy from the yelling and crying. “I shouldnt have snapped at you- god, why did I do that- I’m a horrible partner-“ Macaque furrowed his brows. “No. No you’re not. You are an amazing partner. You didn’t mean to-“

“BUT THAT DOESNT MAKE IT OKAY!” You sobbed. “If I hadn’t been possessed by that damn DEMON- none of this would have happened! I ruined everything; I wasn’t strong enough to fight against her, its all my fault!” The tears came in full force now, your eyes like waterfalls carved into your skull by the Lady Bone Demon’s cold, clawed hands, water rushing it from a dam of your own self hatred. “You shouldn’t have to put all of your struggles aside just for me! I fucked up!” 

Macaque let out a slow sigh. “Yeah. You did… but.. I forgive you.” Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I forgive you. I understand that you were the one that yelled at me, and yes, it still hurt..” He held your hand, his calloused hands intertwining with yours. “But I understand you didn’t mean to hurt me, and that you want to be better. And I still love you.” He gave your hand a gentle kiss, tail curling around your leg. Your heart’s icy walls shattered, replaced by pure adoration and raw emotion. “I love you too.” You smiled shakily. Macaque helped you up, careful to not let either of you step on the glass. “Lets go patch ya up, yeah? I’ll clean that up later..” 

You smiled. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

[kkumawrites]

Charmed! Part Eleven: family heirloom ✩ previous | next ✩ cw: bullying wc: 456

You were in the quad, sitting on a bench with Soonyoung in an area under some trees. It had easily become the group's go-to spot, mostly for the fact that it could fit all fourteen of you if need be. The two of you weren’t talking about anything in particular to be honest, though he did try to get some more information out of you about the incident but you had smoothly talked your way out of it. “Your amulet is really cool,” Soonyoung says out of nowhere as he glances at the old gem that’s hanging around your neck. 

“Oh, thanks! It was actually my mother's. I inherited it after she…passed away, I never really take it off,”  Although you didn’t remember much of your mother, it was still a rather sore subject for you. Your hands come to run your fingers over the peridot gem, feeling the familiar comforting hum that vibrates against your skin as you do so. It’s slightly warm to the touch, glimmering under the sunlight in a magical way.

The moment is ruined when the sound of girlish giggles fill your ears, making you move your head to look up at the noise. Standing before you are the three girls from your class, their hands covering their mouths as they very obviously laugh at you. 

“Soonyoung oppa, you should be careful. You shouldn’t hang out with her, she’s like some kinda bad luck charm,”

“Yeah, I mean look at her. She’s always wearing such dreary colors,” “It’s probably so she can be ready for a funeral at any moment,” 

Their laughter echoes in your ears and you can’t help but cringe internally. Normally you didn’t have a problem with your self-confidence or anything, you loved who you are and what you could do. Yet…these three girls really got under your skin. Soonyoung on the other hand is rolling his eyes at them and there’s a deep scowl on his face.

“At least she doesn’t have to cover her face with a pound of makeup to look good. Just do us a favor and leave us alone,” He dismisses them with a wave of his hand and all three of them look at him with shock, mouths hanging open. 

You look up at him with a slight sparkle in your eyes, not having expected him to defend you. A smile tugs at your lips as you watch the girls stomp away in their expensive heels. 

“Thanks. It really means a lot Soonie,”

He gives you a bright smile that makes you want to squish his cheeks as they puff up. 

“Of course,” He says as he ruffles your hair in a playful manner and you swear your heart skips a beat. charmed taglist! (40/50) ✦ send an ask, a dm or sign up here to be part of the taglist! ✦ @imaginegot7bangtan @daydrm-warrior @imzambee @weakforsvt @thesmellofcoffeeandrain @starlit-rin @angelamazing @minhwa @lightprincess-world @seokgyuu @hotgirlazula @neohyxn @ejspencer14 @not-sgarb @avaaahuang @weird-bookworm @abbiestearsricochet @moonis-world @famouspoetrydinosaur @embrace-themagic @kissesfrmwonwoo @aestheticsluut @hyexoxo @jun-of-love @mxnhoeuwu @fallinflowermp4 @svthearts @imtoanonymousforyou @wonwoos-wineparty @moonlliiight @cowsmicwu @synthwxve @jeoncatsworld @kawennote09 @dkisms @luvthatleader-nim @tumblerluvver @spilled-coffee-cup @boo-ven9eance @maidachi can't tag: @jcngh0-hq @cloelinnnnn @maiamorrrrrrrrrrrr @lovehoured @sahinoriverse

[nightraiderwrites]

The Grave.

She finds her sitting among the burnt ruins of the house, tracing letters in the burnt snow. The Lady of the Sun stands behind her, light emanating from her transparent form.

“Everything alright, False?” she asks. Her finger stills for a moment, before continuing to trace unrecognizable symbols. Her helmet is off, set aside in the snow, and reveals a milky white eye set in burnt flesh.

False’s golden armor barely reflects Gem’s shining light. Instead, it seems to swallow the glow, taking in the warmth without giving back. “What’s Sausage doing?” she replies.

“Oh, you know,” the Lady says. “He’s flirting again.” She steps closer, footsteps warming the snow. False doesn’t react. Her wings lay still behind her, half buried in the cold. 

“I envy you,” says the Soldier finally. “You, at least, get a grave.” 

The snow melts as Gem sits next to False, turning to sludge. “It’s alright, though,” she continues. “I haven’t ever entertained the thought of someone leaving flowers for me. Or give me the grace to be buried.”

Her hair is loose, fluttering in the cold air. Gem watches as False looks on at the burn remains of the house they once called home. She remembers the soup and the cuddle piles and the nights of whispered, desperate prayer.

Only the altar remains, where the Temple of Light once stood. If she squints, she could probably make out two lumpy piles of wax sitting on it. 

She bumps shoulders with False, still sitting in the snow. “I can tell when you’re lying, you know,” Gem says. “Yeah,” False sighs. “Our bodies aren’t even going to rot away, you know? Everything gets perfectly preserved in the snow.”

False grabs a handful of snow. “And when the spring comes,” she says, throwing it half heartedly in the rising winter wind. The snow explodes in a powder of white. “We all thaw and disappear.”

The Lady of the Light moves to touch the burnt flesh around the milky, unseeing eye. Her Soldier allows her to, unflinchingly. Gently, she traces her finger down the skin, around the neck that has similar scars and down onto golden armor engraved with straight rays of sun.

“You don’t have to stay,” she murmurs quietly. “Joel and Lizzie have already left. You could go too.”

“And where would I go?” she asks. “Back to Cogsmeade, empty and cold? Back to the lab?” The Soldier reaches blindly for her Lady, grasping for her hand. “You promised I had a place in your empire, but I know you can't leave. Home is nothing without the people there.”

She swallows. “Home is nothing without the love. And here, there’s no one even left to grieve.” The unspoken words ring through the air. Not like we did. Not like we washed your body clean of blood and closed your empty eyes. You, at least, get a grave. You, at least, got the love that disguises itself as grief.

“Will you stay then?” Gem asks. “Stay by my side, as you promised during the nights of prayer. Sausage has a son to be getting back to, you know. Even he’ll be gone soon.” The hand in Gem’s is cold, the golden metal refusing to warm in her heat. She supposes the winter sun has always been the weakest.

False pauses. “Of course,” she says. 

The Lady of Light nods, and after a moment, rests her head on the Soldier’s shoulder. She tenses for a moment. “Thank you,” the Lady murmurs. “I was afraid I might be alone with Impulse.” 

“No,” her Soldier replies. “I won’t leave you alone.”

~

Once again, this was based on a game of mafia I played with my friends! I was kind of inspired by this piece I did a while ago. Because hey, when everyone is dead and no one cares, who's going to grieve? Who will leave flowers at your grave? Who will bury your body?

[cinemastyles-blog]

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together

Summary: A Wattpad request by Pretty_witchy - “Could you possibly do one where harry is the best friend of y/n boyfriend and some how they end up alone together and they hookup. Could harry be super dominant please I'd really appreciate it you are definitely my favourite oneshot writer!!”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, slight angst, cheating in relationship, y/n cheats with Harry, unprotected sex, oral (f), F I L T H

This is kinda long, sorry not sorry :)

Master

HARRY’S HOUSE HARRY / BRIT AWARDS HARRY

“Shit.” Harry says as he sets the phone down with a sigh.

“What, harry?” You ask looking over at him, “Everything okay?” He looks over at you and his smile grows bigger, “I’m performing at the Brit awards.”

“What?” Your eyes go big and you stand up, “Oh my god, Harry. That’s amazing!” You walk over to him and lean down to hug him.

His hand lays on your lower back and it feels like he pulls you closer. You hold onto him, not wanting to let go.

“What’s going on in here?” Your boyfriend, Luke, walks into the room.

You stand up quickly and turn towards him, “Tell him.” You snap at Harry as you stand there bouncing up and down with excitement, “Tell him! Tell him!”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “I’m performing at the Brit’s.”

Luke’s mouth drops, “No shit! Harry that’s great, mate.” He walks over and they do a little fist bump handshake thing, “Proud of you, man. That’s awesome.”

“So are you taking Gem like last year?” You sit back down on the couch and look at him. He nods, “Yeah, of course. I was hoping you guys could be there too.”

You nod, “um, yes. We don’t even have to think about that one.” You look over at your boyfriend, “We can go right?”

He nods, “Yeah, I don’t see why not. I’ll have to see if I can move my schedule around, I know I’m to work, but if I can’t, at least one of us should be there.”

“Great, I’ll let them know I have possibly three coming with me.” Harry taps on his phone and you stare at him, “The Brit’s.” You shake your head, “I knew you were going to make it.”

He smiles and shakes his head as he types on his phone, “you guys always believed in me.”

You smile, your eyes lingering on Harry but trying not to keep it obvious that you’re looking at him.

You’ve been feeling a weird connection to Harry lately. You definitely noticed that he’s been treating you better than Luke most days.

You know it’s bad to say, but sometimes you wish you were with Harry, rather than Harry’s best friend.

——

“Hey.” You greet Harry as he walks through the door, “About time you get here.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, I know. I wanted to stop and grab this for you guys.” Harry sets a bottle of wine down on the counter, “Just a thank you for being there with me when the time comes.”

“Then we’ll save it for after.” You smile and put the bottle in the cupboard with the other bottles.

“Where’s Luke?” Harry asks as he sits down on the chair.

You swallow, “He’s um, in his office.” You look up and force a smile, “You should go bother him, he’ll be happy to see you.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, “What happened?”

You shake your head, “Nothing, nothing. Now go. Go.” You shoo him out of the kitchen to finish dinner.

You know Harry wasn’t going to give up on making sure you’re okay, but now wasn’t the time for it. A little while before Harry was set to show up, you and Luke got into an argument, a bad one.

It seems like that’s all you’ve been doing lately, but you didn’t want to ruin Harry’s congratulations dinner, so you both put a pin in it until later on.

You can’t stop thinking about Harry and what he wore tonight. His button up shirt that’s not completely buttoned. Showing off his sparrows and top of his butterfly.

You bite your lip, closing your eyes as you squeeze your thighs shut, imagining what it would be like to have sex with someone like him.

Someone who is generous and probably cares whether or not you’ve gotten off once or let alone at all.

The door opens and you jump, stirring the pot of pasta to pretend like you didn’t just space out.

“Dinner almost ready?” Luke asks as he walks out behind Harry. You nod, “Yeah, it’ll be ready soon.”

Harry’s eyes trail down your body. He obviously notices the cleavage the neck line your flowy dress allows. His eyes flicker up to yours and you look away quickly, turning off the stove.

“Come on, Styles, we can have a drink while she finishes up.” Luke grabs the bottle of liquor and two glasses before he walks out to the patio.

You let out a sigh and drain the noodles, getting ready to mix them into the sauce.

You set the table and place everything on it, calling out to them when it’s ready.

They walk in, laughing at each others jokes and you smile, “Dig it.”

Harry nods, “Thank you, y/n. You guys really didn’t have to do this.”

You sit down and look over at him, “You’ll be busy these next few days getting ready and what not. So I’m sure you’ll be tired and won’t have time to see us, so we might as well celebrate now.”

“I can’t get off work.” Luke interjects, “I tried but they said no, so.”

The way Luke says that sends anger through you. You clench your jaw and Harry looks at him, “No, man. That’s okay. I understand. Really.”

Luke nods and continues to eat. You lay your hand on Harry’s, “Gem and I will be there for sure.” You smile and he grabs your hand, squeezing it, “Thank you.”

——

“So what, we just wait here for Harry to come in?” You lean over, “This place is insane.”

Gemma nods, “Yeah, once he walks the carpet, and everything he’ll come in here.”

You nod and take a drink of your drink, “They make these strong, don’t they?” You laugh as you set your glass back down. Gemma laughs, “Oh yeah, Harry always gets way too drunk, but it’s a laugh for sure.”

You laugh and nod, “Oh yes. I agree with you on that.”

Harry walks up to the table and sits down, “Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Harry.” You smile and look at him, “You excited?” He smiles and shrugs, “Yeah, for the most part.” He leans out slightly and looks at your dress, “You look beautiful!”

“I need to thank Lambert. Without him I wouldn’t have had anything.” You laugh and look at his outfit, “I like how he dressed you.”

He smiles, “Wait until you see my stage outfit.” He winks and smirks.

You can already tell he’s had a few to loosen himself up a little bit, but you didn’t mind.

Not. One. Bit.

“Can’t wait.” You smirk and finish your drink, “When do you go on?” He looks at you, staring for a few seconds before smiling, “I go on after the first few categories.”

You nod and start drinking your other drink.

Throughout the beginning of the show, you noticed that you and Harry have gotten closer over time, but as said before, you didn’t mind.

You felt comfortable with Harry. Felt like no one was judging you. You felt safe.

“Harry Styles!”

Harry stands up and hugs Gemma before hugging you.

“Congratulations!” You tell him before you pull away. He smiles at you and goes up to collect his award and giving his speech.

You stand there, smiling at him proudly. He glances over at your table and you can tell he’s looking directly at you. He smiles and shakes his head, “And my two very dear friends who have pushes me to do my best. Thank you.”

You smile and turn away to sit down as he walks back down to the table.

He sits down and shakes his head. Gemma tells him how proud of him she is and you lay a hand on his shoulder, “So proud of you.”

He smiles and lays his hand on yours, “Thank you.” He clears his throat, “I wish Luke would of been here.” You both look at each other, knowing he said that remind yourselves that you have Luke to worry about.

You take your hand away, “Yeah, I know how you feel.”

——

“Your on after this Harry.” A guy with a headset taps his shoulder. Harry nods and stands up. He looks down at you, “Come on.”

“What?”

“Come on. I’m taking you back stage with me.” He smiles and pushes his chair in, “We’ll be back.”

Gemma nods, “Break a leg!”

He laughs and leads you back behind the stage to his dressing room. You can’t help but to look around in awe, wondering how Harry does it.

You stand there, looking around at the nicely decorated room, “These flowers are beautiful.” You walk over and gently touch the petals, “Oh they’re from the show!”

“Yeah, they’re super nice here.”

You turn around to see Harry in black pants and an open red sequin jacket and your heart falls into your stomach, “Fuck.”

The alcohol is kicking in now that you stood up, “I mean.. you look very nice.” You shake your head and sigh, “Sorry.”

You laugh slightly and he smirks, “I liked the way you said it the first time.” He winks and the door opens, “Ready?” One of the crew asks looking at him.

Harry nods, “Yeah.” He goes to walk towards the door but stops. He looks down and looks up with a sigh. He turns towards you and walks over, cupping your face as he plants his lips on yours for a few seconds before leaning back.

You open your eyes and look up at him, “wh-“

“We’ll talk about it after. I just had to do that.” He walks towards the door, “Come with me.”

You follow him and stand with him in the hall way that leads to the stage, “Harry.”

“Don’t say anything. Please.”

You smile and shake your head, “I was going to say good luck.” You lean up and peck his cheek, “I’ll meet you back here after your performance.”

He nods and watches you walk away as he gets his ear piece situated.

You walk back out to the table, “He’s so nervous, but I think I talked him down.” You lie and grab your drink, chugging it at a slow rate.

“Whoa, y/n. Did you take the nervousness from him or what?” Gemma laughs. You look at her, “I think so.” You laugh and lean back in your seat, pushing your thighs together, thinking about how the kiss Harry left on your lips right before you came out to the table made you feel.

Starved.

The lights go down, Harry and his band makes their way on stage and he stands there waiting to be announce.

“Harry Styles!”

“Come on Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you.”

The music starts playing and you stand up, clapping your hands to the beat of the song and dancing in your spot with Gemma. You smile because you can tell he’s way more comfortable on this stage than at the Grammy’s.

“He’s killing it!” You tell Gemma, and she nods, “He’s amazing.”

You watch him in awe. How the red sequin jacket sparkles and flips open every now and then, revealing his toned figure.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and your lipstick stains them. You can taste it so when Harry is done performing and thanking everything, you look over at Gemma, “I’m running to the bathroom.”

She nods and talks to the people next to her.

You quickly make your way backstage and slip into Harry’s dressing room. You stand in the mirror and use a tissue to wipe your teeth free of the dark red coloring.

The door opens and you turn around, freezing as you see Harry walk in.

You shouldn’t be alone together.

You set your clutch down and walk towards him. He closes the door and locks it, meeting you halfway and taking you into his arms. His hands cup your cheek and hold the side of you neck as your lips move together is hungered sync.

“You’re too good for him, y/n.” Harry whispers as he leans back, “Too fucking good for him.” He backs you up onto the big couch, taking off his jacket and throwing it off in the process.

“Harry.” You whisper.

“Don’t speak. Just shut up and listen to me.” His lips move back onto yours as his hands drag your gown up your legs.

You press your lips together, spreading your legs as soon as your dress is up. He stops and brushes hair from your face, “You’re so beautiful.”

He leans down to make out with you again. You wrap an arm around his neck and press your other hand against his chest.

You know you should make him stop. You know it’s wrong on so many levels.

But Harry makes you feel seen. Heard. Cared for.

You couldn’t stop even if you really, really wanted to.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks as he kisses down your neck.

You shake your head, “No.”

“Are you sure?” He leans back and looks at you. You lay a hand on his cheek, “I don’t want to stop.”

He smirks and kisses down your chest, moving down on to his knees. He goes back to kissing your thighs, “Tell me why.”

“W- what?” You look down at him.

He kisses up your thigh a few times, “Tell me why you don’t want to stop.”

He slides his hands up your legs and up under your bunched up dress, pulling down your panties, “I want to hear why.”

You swallow and lift your hips, “Because..” you pause and close your eyes, “You’re better for me.” Your voice is quiet.

“More.” Harry pushes your thighs further apart and gazes from your pussy to your face, “I know there’s more to it.”

He leans in and licks a stripe up to your clit, taking it between his lips and sucking. You gasp and jolt your hips forward, “Fuck, Harry.”

He pulls your hips towards him, pushing his face in more.

You moan out as your eyes roll back, “Fuck, you’re so good to me, H.”

He slips his tongue in you as his fingers dig into your skin. He moans against you and you lay a hand on his head, arching your back up as you feel yourself getting closer.

He leans back, taking that feeling away from you. You whimper and look down at him. He holds his hands out and you take them. He pulls your hands, indicating for you to sit up.

You heave yourself up and he guides you to straddle him. His back is against the couch and his hands hold your dress up, “Ride me.”

“Ha-“

“Don’t.” He presses his thumb to your lips as his fingers hold your jaw, “Just don’t.”

You take his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it. He gasps and his lips part as his eyes focus on yours, “Fuck, y/n.”

His voice is soft and gentle when he speaks your name, but it suddenly turns deep and hot, “Fuck, bury my cock in that pussy.”

He leans up, kissing you as he gets his pants undone. You hold his face, still kissing him as you lift your body up so he can get his pants down.

He tilts his head back, “You need someone who knows you.” He holds your hips as you sink down on his cock, “You need a cock in you that can make you cum.”

You moan and dig your nails into his bare shoulders, “H-Harry.” You whimper out, “Fuck.”

“I know you think of me.” His eyes move up to yours, “Heard you the one day. You thought you were home alone. I stopped over but I had to leave before I did something like this.”

Your eyes roll back and you bite your lip, panting as Harry just holds his cock in you.

“I should have gave you what you were begging for.” He slides a hand up your back, tangling a hand in your hair and tilting it towards him. He rests his forehead on yours, “would you have liked that?”

You try to nod, but the grip Harry has on your hair makes it hard, “Ye-yes.” You whimper out, “H-Harry. Please.. please let me move.”

“Would you have liked it if I came in and fucked you on my best friends bed?”

His words send a shiver through your body.

“Yes.” You whisper out, “Yes. I would have loved that.”

He kisses your forehead, “I can take care of you.”

You feel like crying, you feel like screaming. You are being slammed repeatedly with emotion after emotion, but nothing about this feels wrong.

“I love you.” You open your eyes and look into his, “Fuck. I fucking love you.”

Harry let’s go of your hair and pulls you close to him. You start to move your hips and you let out a loud, wall shaking moan.

Harry rests his head against your chest, moaning into it as he squeezes your hips tightly.

You grind your hips down onto his, “Fuck, Harry.”

He looks up at you and watches as you look down at him, “I know you aren’t happy.” He kisses your chest and pulls you down by the back of your neck, “So let me make you happy.”

His lips crash against yours, “I love you so much.”

And you completely melt into him.

You feel like you belong to him.

You feel like his.

You clench and unclench around him until you finally let go, moaning as you rest your head onto his, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck.”

His arms wrap tight around your waist and his hips thrust upward to keep him close, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You feel Harry’s cock twitch, and he lets out a loud moan, “Shit, shit.”

You close your eyes, feeling him let go inside of you. You’re panting as he lays his head back onto the couch and looks up at you, “You okay?”

You slowly nod, “I, um..” you sigh, “I guess I have some shit to figure out.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, “like what?”

“We’ll for starters, how I’m going to go about everything with Luke and moving my stuff out..“ you bite your lip and smile slowly, “But for now, what we’re going to tell Gemma.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Well figure it all out, together.”

——

Thank you for the request, sorry it was so long, eh, not really. I hope you enjoyed it.

If you have any requests you can -> send them here

[siriannatan]

Thunder and Rain - ScfWhip

This was supposed to be a short, warm-up piece…

Getting a personal assistant was the best decision of fWhip's life.

Over just one month, fWhip got really comfortable having Scott, the personal assistant in question, schedule all his appointments, pick up his orders, and bring his suits to and back from dry cleaning. He had his morning coffee practically waiting for him outside the office or brought to his home. Filter his more personal calls that had nothing to do with work.

But there was one thing he had to worry about. Scott could not fix him being single. And it's been well over a year that fWhip's been single. Approximately a year, since he broke up with Jimmy (it totally wasn't the other way, not at all) and now they were invited to the same charity gala. A complete waste of money and time in fWhip's opinion but he couldn't skip them all. It'd ruin his reputation and, even worse, make his siblings worry. And he had no one to bring along.

The thing is... He skipped the last two. He had to show up. But Jimmy would be there, he was always there. And he recently got a new boyfriend. fWhip could not show up alone. And he had no time to find anyone.

"You okay? I have your suit from the cleaners, and if you haven't checked the calendar yet you have a lunch with Gem on Friday. The suit's in the closet already," Scott announced as he walked in. Pale pink blazer over a white t-shirt and pale yellow slacks walk in. fWhip's favourite store's coffee and box with his favourite bagel. The wide smile on his face. Leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"There's a charity gala coming up my ex and his new boyfriend will be there, and I don't have anyone I can bring," fWhip sighed, tempted to write he'd not show up. Really tempted.

"Can't have him thinking you're still single?" Scott hummed, no doubt rolling his eyes. They became quite well acquainted over the last year. Almost like friends but Scott was too pretty to get that close with. It'd be dangerous considering the type of their main relationship. fWhip would still be the first to admit he got lucky and found himself a very pretty assistant. "I technically could come, if no one has trouble with you bringing an assistant."

fWhip hummed. It could work. He wouldn't look like such a loner in front of Jimmy. Would seem a bit more organised, maybe. And Pix would not mind who his plus one was. Just that he has one. "It could work if you don't mind everyone thinking we're dating but that I'm just too shy to admit it. And I am getting you a suit, it's a damn fancy party," he agreed. It was almost as if he just asked a friend to come with him.

It stopped feeling like that when Scott walked out, the evening of the party, from the guest room. fWhip was lending it to him so he didn't have to worry about getting home after and to make this whole thing generally easier. Scott in a dark cyan suit with a crisp white undershirt and gold (at least in appearance) accessories did not make it easier on fWhip. He never thought he'd have a thing for men in formal wear and yet here he was. He had to remind himself he was paying Scott. For a specific service.

"Everything okay?" Scott asked, moving in to fix fWhip's apparently crooked tie.

"Yeah, just still thinking if I'm ready to be socializing," fWhip chuckled a bit nervously. Even if he technically got Scott's suit for him it was Scott who picked it out and all that. Now was the first time fWhip saw him in it. He was regretting it now since it meant he had no time to mentally prepare himself.

"I can quietly comment on how bad everyone's dressed if it'll make it any more bearable, I do have a degree in fashion," Scott offered like an absolute angel. How did fWhip survive his everyday life without him?

The party went by pretty well all things - Jimmy's existence anywhere near fWhip - considered. He didn't get so drunk that Gem or Sausage had to drive him home, unlike last time. And wasn't miserable all the time. All thanks to Scott monitoring how many drinks he had and entertaining him with snide comments on other guests' outfits. And many, many rumours fWhip had no idea where he knew from.

An almost perfect night. Unfortunately, the day's dark clouds turned into a storm. A storm with loudly howling wind and really distant thunder. Making fWhip's plans to maybe confess to Scott mute. At least there was no actual thunder close by. Nothing so loud it'd be actually bad for him. But he needed to be away from Scott before he made a fool of himself.

"I don't think I ever enjoyed one of these so much," fWhip admitted as he battled with part of his brain that did not like having to say goodnight to Scott. Tonight was their least professional time together and fWhip enjoyed it immensely and that part of him was not ready to end it.

"He's a moron, your ex I mean, you're a great company," Scott sighed, leaning hard against a wall. They did spend the last few hours mostly standing and even danced a little. Mostly so fWhip could avoid Jimmy. Scott shockingly neither did mind fWhip still being prickly after a year but also turned out to be a great dancer. 

"We should probably have some water before bed," fWhip offered, hoping to sound nonchalant and nice. And not desperate to hang out with Scott that little bit longer.

Scott eyed him for a second before nodding. "You're right, I'll regret it in the morning if I go to sleep without proper hydration, even if those drinks were rather weak," he agreed, following fWhip to the kitchen.

"Tonight was really nice I..." fWhip mumbled deciding he should at least try. Worst case Scott would quit and they would never see each other... That'd be terrible actually. "Thank you for coming with me."

"It was nothing, and it was my idea, not that I wasn't asked before, but those guys were really creepy," Scott chuckled, pulling out glasses for them. "And I enjoyed tonight more than I expected too, a lot less stiff than I expected," he added as fWhip tried to string together what to say. "Are you sure all you wanted was water? You're awfully quiet."

fWhip was about to shoot a comment back. Wish Scott good night after once more assuring him he can take anything he needs. Drinks. Snacks. Anything. But then...

A loud, not-so-distant rumble of thunder roared outside.

Making fWhip curl up next to the sink. Eyes shut tightly. Scott was quickly by his side fretting over him, trying to get him to talk but it didn't get through to fWhip in his panicked state. And then the lights went out. Even worse circumstances.

"fWhip? fWhip? Is it the thunder? Look at me? Please?" some of Scott's words went through and fWhip looked at him with wide, teary eyes. "It's all okay. It might be a bit dark but I'm here. Is there any way I can help?" Scott assured before asking.

"Stay close?" fWhip asked before another roll of thunder had him instinctively clinging to Scott.

"Okay, let's get you somewhere comfy? Like your bed?" Scott offered and helped fWhip up and to the bedroom while constantly assuring him everything was okay.

fWhip calmed down a little by the time he was in bed, and changed into comfier clothes. Luckily they found a set that fit Scott so he didn't have to leave. At his own insistence. fWhip felt bad to keep him up late and freak him out but he had no time to apologise. They barely got comfy when another, even worse thunder rolled and lights that came back shortly after they went out died once more.

As he curled up in panic fWhip felt Scott wrap him in a tentative hug. "I hope I'm not overstepping here... but it's obvious you need someone here," Scott said gently as fWhip relaxed ever so slightly.

Just to tense up again as soon as another thunder roared outside. Scott didn't comment or even seem like he was holding back any amusement at the sight of an adult man being scared of something as simple as thunder. And fWhip couldn't even thank him in fear of his voice shaking. Not that Scott could probably think any less of him now... "I...you must think I'm so useless now," fWhip chuckled, his voice as shaky as he worried it'd be. "Sorry... I... You can leave if you want I'll be..."

"Obviously not okay... I'm not a monster fWhip. It's obvious you need some company right now and I don't mind being it. I'm actually slightly freaked out myself with how hard it's raining. The prospect of floods freaks me out and... This is helping... So it's fine," fWhip would swear he heard Scott's voice shake slightly.

"I was planning to ask you out... back in the kitchen..." he confessed, hoping Scott wasn't being nice just because fWhip was paying him. It has happened before.

The long silence that followed had fWhip worried he messed up. But the fact that Scott didn't leave gave him some hope that there was maybe a chance.

"I'd love to, it was kind of hard to not flirt with you while on the job, luckily we're done for the day," Scott finally chuckled and fWhip could faintly see that their faces were rather close. It was hard to keep their positions in check while it was damn dark. 

"Would it be okay if we kissed then?" fWhip tried his luck. It's been good so far, wasn't it?

Scott said nothing, instead kissing fWhip. It was slow and sweet and fWhip would gladly melt into it if outside wasn't still his literal worst nightmare. But as he was about to flinch away and apologise for being a mess, Scott pushed him into the bed and deepened the kiss. Effectively distracting him from the thunder. "You okay with..." Scott stopped to ask, barely pulling away, their half-breaths mixing.

"Yes..." fWhip nodded, pulling him back into another kiss.

The thunder and rain were forgotten for the rest of the night.

fWhip woke up well-rested and relaxed. Warm and comfy. And to add to the perfection of his morning, the first thing he saw was Scott. Still asleep. Mouth half open. Hair messier than fWhip has ever seen. In fWhip's own, crumpled-up sleep shirt on. They might have not said what they were but fWhip was beyond hopeful they could be... something. He didn't dare think the b-word but he hoped they could get there.

"Isn't this nice to wake up to," Scott slowly blinked his eyes open and gave fWhip a lazy smile. "Do we talk now or after breakfast?"

fWhip hummed. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to cuddle with Scott. "How about boyfriends? We can go on a few dates first but... I like you... Love you, actually... You're smart, pretty and so so so nice and... How can I not fall for that?" fWhip said, might as well get it over with, he decided.

The silence was deafening and terrifying but fWhip didn't look away from Scott for even a second. 

"That's... the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Scott chuckled, blush creeping up his cheeks. "And.. yes. I'd love to be your boyfriend. but what are we doing about me being your assistant?"

fWhip hummed and grinned an idea coming to his mind. He didn't have to be up anytime soon. All thanks to Scott. So he pushed Scott down and straddled him. "I say, I like you staying in my bed and being as spoiled as I physically can," he smirked at Scott. "You're so pretty," he chuckled and leaned down to kiss Scott.

"You... that was... hot..." Scott giggled between kisses. "And sure, but feel free to ask me to schedule your doctor appointments," he added, patting fWhip's back.  "Breakfast and then more cuddles?" he offered and fWhip gladly accepted.

Having his secretary who always gave Scott a stink eye whenever he brought him his morning coffee, upgrade Scott's office pass to a partner pass was a priceless experience.

[faofinn]

21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

Part 1 | Part 2

As much as Fao hated to admit it, his mum had been right. He’d woken up the morning after his game feeling shit, and he’d definitely not drunk enough to be hungover. His throat was like he’d swallowed glass, he was sniffly, and he had a proper dry cough. He felt awful. They’d stayed in his flat that night, to go home that morning, and though he felt guilty he definitely wanted to be home with his family rather than by himself. Even though Sheila fussed, he liked it when it meant he got food and endless cups of tea. 

Once they’d got home, he’d flopped onto his bed, feeling utterly miserable to say the least. The cat had joined him, which was nice, the tabby curled up next to him, purring away. He hated it, feeling guilty for bringing it home, but also for ruining their time together. They were supposed to do stuff, spend time as a family whilst he was home for the weekend, and now he’d ruined it by getting ill.

While everyone had their own things to do, they'd planned going out in the early afternoon. Sheila had seen the state of Fao, and knew he was coming down with a cold. As much as she knew it was just an old wives tale, she couldn't help but wish he'd listened and worn his coat.

She made them both a cup of tea, grabbed a load of snacks, and dropped the bombshell on Fred that he was alone with Finn for the rest of the day. Neither of them minded, and she was slightly concerned at the excitement and mischief on both their faces, but Fred was an adult. And Finn knew how to call them when things went wrong. She bundled them out of the house, the peace and quiet immediately so much better, and headed to Fao's room. 

"Fao? Sweetheart?"

He lifted his head. “Mm?”

"Can I come in?"

“Yeah.” He murmured. “But not to say ‘I told you so’.”

She grinned at him. "I don't need to. You've already said it."

“Was getting ill before.” He pointed out. “At least Pollo is giving me sympathy.”

"Hey, I've brought you tea and snacks, I'm being nice." She protested. "Shove over, let me on the bed."

“You should’ve led with that.” He said, gathering the cat up in his arms to shift over and give her room. 

"Ah, but that would have been too nice." She teased, settling next to him. "Have you had any paracetamol?"

“Had some earlier.” He murmured. 

"Not time for any yet?"

“No, not yet.”

"Alright. Want to put a film on?"

“Mm, dunno.”

"Are you going back to sleep?" She asked gently, reaching to stroke through his hair.

He sniffed. “Snacks?”

"Got plenty."

“Like what?”

"I've got crackers, crisps, chocolate - don't tell Fred, I got his good stuff, and the fruit salad he made for us yesterday."

“Mm, chocolate.” Fred always had the best stuff, and he was rubbish at hiding it. 

She passed him the bar. "And we've got the place to ourselves. Fred's taken Finn out."

“Oh? Thought it was quiet.”

"Thought you might appreciate a bit of peace."

“You should’ve gone too. I’ll get you sick.”

"I couldn't have left you all alone."

“I live alone, mum.”

"Not when you're here."

“Still. I’d be okay.”

"Are you trying to politely kick meout?"

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

"I don't mind."

“You won’t be able to go to work.”

"We'll just stay in together."

“Mm, still.”

"I'm not going to leave just because of a few gems. You'll have already given it to Finn, no doubt. I might as well get it over with now."

“I tried to be careful around Finn.” Fao said. “But he wriggled his way into my bed anyway.”

"You could lock the door, tie him up, and you'd still end up with a Finn in your bed."

“Exactly.”

"I know you're careful with Finn." She murmured softly.

“As careful as I can be. He really enjoyed last night.” He murmured, his voice croaky. 

"I know." She smiled fondly. "He's not shut up about it all morning."

Fao smiled. “Of course.”

"He wants to go out properly with you next time."

“Not so sure about that one.” 

"Me neither. Said maybe when he was older."

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed, eating a square of chocolate. 

"Though I couldn't imagine it would be a good idea."

“He’s clumsy enough without alcohol.”

"That's very true."

After a moment, Fao shifted to cuddle up to her, his arm over her waist. He was feeling miserable, and she always made it better. 

She smiled, waiting for him to settle. She reached to rub his back, drawing soothing shapes across his top. "Better?"

“Yeah, better.”

She pressed a kiss to his hair. "You gonna go to sleep?"

“Can’t sleep.”

"That's okay."

“I’m sorry if I get you ill.”

"It's part of life."

“Still.”

"I know."

It was nice, the way she traced shapes on his back. He’d finished the chocolate, and it had made him feel a little less miserable, at least. He sniffed again, his throat still sore, and let himself relax into her. Despite saying he couldn’t sleep, he soon found himself drifting, unable to stop it. 

[inverted-flowers]

Secret Life Tarot Reading no. 4!

Impulse's turn! And new post format :D

You don't need to know anything about Tarot Cards really... Just that I'm using them to make predictions for Secret Life. If you're curious though, I made a 5 card spread specifically for these readings. I'm also putting all the cards I draw in italics.

First Card - Start

To describe how the beginning of Secret Life goes for Impulse I drew the Knight Of Wands. This card is about passion and readiness for the upcoming adventure. What a wholesome card for this one! It's saying for the start of the season Impulse should go forth with confidence. It could also be explaining excitement, which, again, wholesome and made me go 'aweeee' so...

Second Card - Individual

This card is meant to describe how Impulse is gonna play this season and I drew the Four Of Pentacles. This card talks about stability and control. I'll be honest, I haven't gotten around to watching Impulse play the previous seasons yet but this does seem like something he'd do. Impulse is going to work hard for his "wealth" and he'll get said wealth. What that wealth is? That could be anything from resources to hearts to strong alliances. Although that last one doesn't seem so likely with our third card...

Third Card - Social

This card is meant to describe how things will go in the social aspect for Impulse... And I drew The Lovers in reverse... Yeah... RIP Gem & The Scotts according to this reading. This card is basically saying he's going mess up his alliances or at least an alliance. It might not be Gem & The Scotts (I hope not ;-;) but he's going to do something and ruin an alliance. That or he'll make/have an unstable one

Fourth Card - Big Impact

The fourth card in this spread is meant to say what is the most impactful thing this season for Impulse. I drew the Nine Of Swords. He's probably going to get very worried and anxious over something. That something is likely his health.

Fifth Card - End

To describe the end of Secret Life for Impulse I drew the Seven Of Wands reversed. This card is about how things that are already overwhelming getting more so when you feel like you're being judged. Here I think it's saying that if he let's that get hinder him he's gonna fail... or lose. What's he being judged for? Well my theory is something task related but it could very well be something to do with unstable alliances back in that 3rd card.

My final thoughts and theories:

Overall it seems to start well for Impulse but then things fall apart... If I had to make a guess as to what happens based on this I'd say I've got couple ideas. One thing I'm thinking he's going to get too worried over losing hearts, try some hard tasks that could mess up his unstable alliances, and then said alliances take him out for it. There's also a theory here that he fails to do a hard task because he'd worried about how it'll affect a fragile alliance. Who knows if that's what the cards are describing here or not. There's honestly kind of a lot of ways you can take this and those are just the two I'm choosing to write down. I think he ends up alone though in the end.

Guess we'll see! 'Til next time :D

[art-i-know-yes]

I have feelings and I have to talk about them.

in my head only thoughts about the sheriff.

a lot of thoughts btw. this is loooooong.

Spoilers for Jimmy's Empire S2 recent eps.

*breaks down into tears*

anyway. poor pathetic man is (hopefully) getting a villain arc and i think he needs it. he deserves to snap and hurt and use Lore on the others. so *so* badly i want them to listen to him but i know it's unlikely. and *gem* being the one to kill him. one of the few, few people who at least pitied him.

and then *the past sheriff.* let me tell ya, my brain is riddled with angst by him.

because the moment i saw him, after getting excited about it being martyn, i was like 'oh. oh. Jimmy is going to *idolize* him.' and i was like i can see where he could end up like a positive figure but then. *but then* he started explaining how he was the most respected sheriff so my brain took a curve to be like 'oh, he's going to be like Jimmy. lying to people about respect.' and then he explained that "people were so in awe of me that they'd run inside and shut their doors." and i don't know if my brain has ever taken a sharp turn so quickly. generally, i try to see the fluffy things and those are my comfort, but when i tell you my next thoughts were 'oh no. he was feared. people respected him bc he was scary.'

and it *kept going* with the alcoholic tendencies, people trying to keep him away, R.E.S.P.E.C.T, *ricky*. bc in the stream (i only watched a little) he says that ricky was his ex-deputy that did nothing but cause trouble. my next few thoughts went like this;

'he was a corrupt sheriff for sure.'

'they trapped him on purpose. they wanted him to be gone.'

'he's going to ruin Jimmy.'

and for the life of me, i couldn't stop thinking about how the past sheriff would probably be super manipulative in that nice way so that Jimmy could only rely on him for any positive reinforcement, Jimmy is willing to do *anything* so someone will *just stay*, and in the end, i genuinely think the past sheriff is going to try and take his spot. bc Jimmy already is listening to everything he says and of course, everyone already likes the past sheriff more, just to mess with Jimmy.

and, of course, the sheriff likes other people more too.

bc tumble town is empty. what do you mean it's empty? he's got villagers, yeah but he doesn't interact with them. he, in general, probably forgets they're there. but like that literally broke my heart bc he's alone. and people only visit him to taunt him.

so yeah i think Jimmy deserves to be a little bit mean. he probably won't be. he'll probably be manipulated and ignored and we're all going to go crazy. he's probably going to end up like how pearl was in double life.

[sidenote: it sucked to type on mobile and try the italics. so the asterisks are italics for the parts it didn't work. except that first sentence. i am in tears. i spent like 20 minutes faffing with the italics. and i can't get rid of them otherwise the entire paragraph changes so. yeah. it looks ugly.]

(i do want to mention that i nearly died laughing at the beginning of the stream where fwhip just chases the past sheriff around asking if he needs a deputy.)

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

Scrawled on the first blank page of a stolen spellbook:

Day 1: Already working on a way to get you back; some rich old lady knows a way to get the magic we’re gonna need. She reminds me of that shitty “migration and language” professor you had, so you can imagine how much fun dealing with her has been.Met a weirdo in a mask who you’re gonna hate, and a little illiterate wizard who’s gonna give you a heart attack. Also been dealing with the burgermeister’s swaggering little attack dog, and you know how I prefer to deal with guys like that. I’d say you’ll hate him too, but I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna have the chance to meet him. Shame.

Stupid how quick I forgot how to not miss you. I hated you for decades, and having you back for a week was enough to ruin all that hard work. Really appreciate that, Hugh.

Day 2: Almost died today. Figured you’d want to know, so you can yell at me about it later. In fairness, it was because I was trying to be a good person. I could have just taken Kai and left, but I didn’t.…thought about doing it, though. Didn’t fucking matter in the end, but I guess I wanted you to know that too. That I tried to do the right thing. Anyway. Ireena’s dead. Turns out vampires here only know one trick; pick a fight nobody wants, kill one person, and leave. Izek’s(1) dead too though at least, so let’s count our victories where we find them. And then. And fucking then. That rich old bitch who’s supposed to help me get you back? Decided that our deal is off, because she got Strahd to do her dirty work for her. And then she had the fucking audacity to lock me up in her stupid, ugly house. I’m writing this now to keep from going to town with my crowbar in here until something happens. You’ll have to excuse me if my handwriting is shit right now; I’m fucking furious.

…I can’t believe this smug, entitled dickhead is keeping me from spending the night with you.

…I’m gonna pry up a floorboard and take a shit down there.

(1)Sorry. Izek is the ‘swaggering little attack dog’ from before. Dropped his name with a lot of confidence there before remembering I’d given exactly zero context. Thank god I had so fucking long to sit and proofread this thing tonight!

Day 3 Got screwed over for having a shred of empathy for someone who just lost someone they cared about. Started to forget that I’m the only one here who gives a shit about saving you but don’t worry: I got a swift kick-in-the-dick reminder and now my head’s back on straight. Not making that mistake again.

Strahd showed up in Vallaki which, I cannot stress enough, is not my fault. Not for lack of trying! But I didn’t get to help kill the burgermeister or hand over the anti-vampire bones. This mess is deeply, entirely, not my fault. Anyway. He made it clear that he calls the shots there now, and you know what? Say what you will about the guy, but he knows how to make a fucking entrance and command a crowd. I bet his Lang201 students never fall asleep during his lectures.

At least one good thing came of today: got to see one of the consorts(2) beat to shit and left to die. Other than that we picked up another stray (this one had a huge book of Barovian history; you know I started tearing through it immediately), fought some fucked up werewolves, and… oh yeah! Got backed into a corner and forced to waste a day helping out this random family and their vineyard, instead of going to Krezek after dropping Uke off. Like we had planned. Like I said, kick-in-the-dick reminder.

I don’t care what anyone has to say about it; I’m going to Krezk. Alone, if it comes to it. I’m not chasing after some fucking- gem, or whatever. They can figure it out on their own.

(2)Not Antonio. The one who killed Ireena, who I would have loved for you to meet. God, that would have been great. …great for me, that is. You would have hated her. And I would have loved that.

Day 4 I won’t admit that it was a fun fight. You’re going to be the only person who ever reads these, but I still won’t give them that satisfaction. As far as they get to know, I was mad to be forced to go and grumpy the whole time I was there. And to be clear; I was. Mad about it, that is. But it’s…fine. Because I’m so fucking nice, I’ll be the bigger person and let it go. We’re heading to Krezk in the morning, so at least we’re back on track.

Oh by the way, I took Dylan to get a tattoo for her last birthday. She said she wasn’t gonna tell you until she moved out, but she told me I could tell you if we ever spent twenty minutes together without fighting. She was obviously joking, but here we are. We’re well past twenty minutes, I think. It’s a little rainbow beetle on her bicep. It’s pretty cute, I think she did the sketch herself. She handled the whole thing like a champ.

Day 5 Spent most of today traveling to Krezk. Spent the rest of the day in Krezk. Great stuff.

Going to see the Abbot tomorrow. Supposedly he's the guy that can fix you, and I’m gonna knock him around until he does. See you soon, hopefully. I’m getting bored of journaling.

Day 6 Fuck them. Fucking spineless, brainless, self-righteous cowards. Sanctimonious hypocrites. Bastards.

I don’t answer to them. If they think that I’m going to bow down and let them rip this chance away from me without fighting back, they got another fucking think coming.

I’m not leaving Krezk without you. And I’ll burn the bridges I have to to make it happen.

forget he exists when you look away stay focused

writing in notebook. about us? followed us

[The writing is jumbled, scattered and hard to read]

puts thoughts in your head

Forget he exists when you look away

[Crosswritten with the previous line, illegible]

trades in secrets? knowledge? have to assume he takes it. BAD IDEA

Day 7 I didn’t write that.

No. Obviously I did. I hacked through my t’s at that annoying angle I picked up from you, and looped the l’s together in that way I picked up to annoy you. No one else has breathed on this thing in the last week. Obviously, I wrote it.

But I don’t remember doing it.

Am I going

Alright, alright. No point freaking out about it; let’s take it one step at a time. Way I see it, there’s three explanations:

Someone took and wrote in your spellbook since the last time I opened it, which was earlier this afternoon (found your weird Elder Tongue transcription by the way. You’re gonna be so mad if I crack it without you)

I’m not I’m starting to My mind isn’t reliable. Unlikely.

I wrote it, I’m right, and there’s a creepy little pervert skulking around the shadows.

Number one’s impossible, the only time your spellbook isn’t in my holster is if I’m writing in it. Leaves two and three, and between one where I’m losing my mind and I’m not, well. If there’s one brain I trust, it’s mine.

Day 8 You’ll never guess who showed his stupid, ugly face again.

Mhm. That’s right.

Y’know, I’ve been thinking about it the last few days, what I’d do when we ran into him again. I thought I might try to play it cool, not give him the satisfaction of having got to me. Get in some quips about not having to pay alimony anymore, or about getting full custody of the kids. I don’t know. But when I saw him, I just- I saw red. I didn’t hear a word out of his mouth, I just. I just shot him. And hit him. Over and over and it felt

Did it feel good? We didn’t kill him. I don’t think we came close. He almost killed Zavisza. Would have too, if Strahd hadn’t shown up to monologue at us again. He wants one of our tagalongs (both of them, technically, I guess. We gotta stop taking in strays) and instead of just letting him have the guy he wants (So sorry to see you go! Best of luck! We’ll miss you! Etc.) our stupid, self-important paladin and his dumbass little savior complex—

I can’t even put how stupid it is into words. Thank fuck I’m lucky enough that you’re going to be unlucky enough to have to sit through it with me. You’ll see. You’ll be just as annoyed as I am.

But. Apparently, there’s a scroll of Raise Dead in the ruins of a swamp town south of Vallaki. This is it, Hugh. This is- It has to be. It has to be. We’re going to go to this stupid swamp, we’re going to find this woman and take her scroll, and I’m gonna fix you.

See you soon.

Day 9 Another travel day. You should be proud of how responsible I was, even with Flips trying his hardest to get us killed by goading us on into the swamp tonight. We’re camping out here on the edge, and we’ll head in fresh in the morning. If nothing else goes wrong (one can dream), I’ll get my hands on that scroll and have you back tomorrow.

And, well. When something does go wrong, let’s at least hope it’s a quick detour. Because otherwise, we’re going back to Plan D(3).

(3)The “D” is for “De-face”, of course. Look, it made me laugh. You can lecture me about that joke being in poor taste tomorrow.

Day 10 Berez is, uh. Was, I guess. Berez was It was a shitshow. Who cares.

Almost got myself hanged when we went back to I mean. Who fucking cares.

Hugh, I’m scared. Terrified. Everything has gone wrong every step of the way to get you back, and this is going to be the same. Borris was dead when we got here, the scroll was gone. Who’s to even say it’ll actually be in this stupid tower when we get there? What if someone else has used it? Burned it? What if it doesn’t work, if resurrection just doesn’t work here? What if it does work but you come back wrong? Hurt? Broken? A rat?? What if this was all for nothing?

If I keep saying “tomorrow”, eventually I’ll be right.

[partnersincrimesuau]

I feel like I really wanna get this off my chest. Look, I don’t hate Connie as a character. She’s perfectly fine and nice enough and I’m perfectly fine with Conniverse as a ship even if I REALLY don’t agree that it’s the best and ONLY true ship for Steven like everyone says it is and that Connie is Steven’s one true soulmate like everyone makes her out to be. With all that being said, I can’t help but feel like Connie became a HUGE Mary Sue ever since late season 2 of Steven Universe.

Okay, since this is gonna be a LOOOONG one, I'm gonna answer them all separately on the same post XDD Also I would advise you not to read this post if you're a Connie fan. There's no outright hate towards her (okay maybe a little bit...) but there sure ain't any love towards her either. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, remember!!! No hate to other users in the comments, please!!!

I agree with you on some people calling it the "only true ship for Steven"... people who say this about any franchise are people with no imagination XDDD (like, okay, I know that there are some characters from some franchises that I ship ONLY with one other character, but that doesn't mean it's the ONLY valid ship!!!) And also, YES. At first I was reluctant to answer this entire ask series, but I AGREE WITH YOU. Here we go, guys... welcome to the "Connie Is A Mary Sue Ask Series"!!!

2. Yes, a lot more good points! Now that you mention it, I have noticed that she is often "the right one" and is always very mature in what she says. And yeah, she's only a human teenager with a few what, weeks? months? (months at MOST) of experience with swordfighting... and is suddenly considered an expert? It's got me thinking - WHY did the writers make Connie a swordfighter? I mean yeah, it adds flavour to the story... but it still is a very Mary Sue kind of thing.

3. ARRGHHHH I KNOW!!! This is why those few episodes are some of my LEAST favourite episodes in the show - Connie just??? blames him??? She blames him for doing a righteous thing to save his friend, a friend who later gets killed in front of Steven, who is A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD, WHO IS STRANDED ON AN ALIEN PLANET BEING HUNTED BY KILLER ALIENS AND ROBOTS - and when he comes back she's like "We could have done that together wahhh" LIKE BRO!!! HE WAS LITERALLY TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!!!!! AJHDISDISHDI (sorry, I went off there. Carry on.)

4. (Sorry, i couldnt find a part 4 in my inbox...? either a tumblr glitch or a typo... it doesnt matter either way tho, im sure the rest of the ask series works without it ^^) OOOOOHHOHOHOHO ANOTHER GOOD THING TO MENTION!!! SHE NEVER APOLOGISES!!! Legit, Connie does this crappy thing and ruins Steven's life for a couple of weeks and then NEVER apologises about it. Does she have ANY idea how much of his PTSD was caused by her? I bet she doesn't. (Also just gonna quickly mention that Spinel did one crappy thing in one day and then immediately apologised for it, claiming that she knows it caused a lot of damage to their relationship from the beginning. Call me crazy, but I absolutely believe that what Connie did to Steven was WORSE than what Spinel did (specifically TO Steven tho - I mean, Connie didn't try to destroy a planet XDDD)

5. A thing I often say to friends and fans is that Connie was a good character before Season 4, and only before Season 4. "The New Crystal Gems" is a fun episode, and I love watching it, but I cannot STAND Connie at the end of it. Suddenly, Connie is the "mature adult" who orders around the "superpowered children"!!! And YES, i know, Lapis and Peridot were very childish in that episode - but tell me, why do you think they acted that way in that SPECIFIC episode? just to make Connie even more of a Mary Sue? Yep. Anon, you're on to something. (ALSO I KNOW, Lion!! how could you?! You're disrespecting the good name of your voice actor TnT)

6. THE LIST GOES ON, ANON!!! IT GOES ON!!!!!!! (Also ITS TRUE, the protagonist's girlfriend is the "only character who can talk to them"!!!! Writers, come on. The only time this trope works is in How To Train Your Dragon. It doesn't work in Steven Universe.)

7. I think you've basically cemented my dislike for Connie x Steven now. He deserves SO much better than her. And its true, she is "so perfect!!!" Maybe the writers should have paid more attention to Jamie's play. Maybe then they would have realised that Connie has no struggles by Season 5 and 6 and just dissolved into a very unlovable character. (Also can I just say, the first ask from this anon started with "I don't hate Connie, and I'm fine with Connverse..." and then escalated to this XDDD This is iconic, thank you so much)

8. YUP. YUP, YUP, YUP. SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW LARS DIED IN STEVEN'S ARMS WHILE HE WAS GONE, AND WE NEVER SEE HER FIND OUT??? If she KNEW, if she KNEW what he went through... gosh damn. Maybe she WOULD have been a better character in Season 5 if Steven just broke down crying about his trauma from that adventure in front of her, and she would have realised how much of an a**hole she had been about it. "Steven you left me behind and gave up to the enemy when you promised we'd be together forever!" "Connie, if I had taken you, you would have been killed. Lars didn't even make it out alive. I gave up to protect you! If I didn't, we wouldn't have been together ever again! But look, I'm back! I'm safe!" "Oh... I'm sorry. You're right." HEY CARTOON NETWORK CAN I BE A WRITER FOR-

And yeah, I think that's the last ask in this series. Thank you, my dear anon, for allowing me to sublimate all my hatred towards Connie in a post like this XDD And I'm sorry for anyone who actually decided to read all this. I hope that maybe some people will now see why I really dislike Connverse, and how in my opinion, it's ten times more toxic than Stevinel ever could be!!!

But of course, remember that everyone has different opinions. You are completely entitled to like Connie as a character, and I have nothing against that. Don't let my opinions override yours!! Love who you want and don't let anyone change that!!!

Thanks Anon, you clearly put a lot of thought in this ^^ I feel like I've just collaborated on a huge project with you, somehow?? XDDD (and i'M SO SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE!!!! All of these asks were from mid January - I'm the worst I know)

[purposelynana]

What Did I Watch: #33

This week, I watched it scrambled like a fucking egg. Happy Eid btw. International dates for Eras Tour is out. I'm dead.

Perhaps I'm too used with people in their 20's acted like they were in their 30's and it was total cringe-fest. Or people in their 30's tried to convince me they were still college students. (Yeah you see where this is going). I don't know about Thailand entertainment industry but one thing, somehow they just don't have fucking clue how to cast someone. But at least from casting division I could really tell, people behind Step By Step were in fact adults with working jobs. Not some kind of teenager getting paid for making fan fiction in visual media.

I came to an understanding that Step By Step will be slow as fuck. I think this was a deliberate move by Tee Bundit. Because you deal with a potential HR violation in which could turn into catastrophic effect to both Pat and Jeng's career. You just can't make them kiss by episode 5 and called it done. But this brought new potential disaster that I didn't see it coming in the first 8 episode. Clearly this show doesn't have a seasoned editor and most importantly, but rarely people mention it, a script supervisor.

Because it has unclear timeline, jumpy transitions between scenes, and weird storylines that didn't push the narrative. It felt like it has so many great scattered ideas but not one conjoined constructive story.

In the article above, it explained that script supervisor responsible to maintain the continuity of its script. There were just too many continuity errors and it's such a pity because it already has the idea and goal, yet the journey seemed taking us to too many places.

I could go on and on about how not having a script supervisor could potentially ruining a series. But Step by Step is not finish yet and fucking let's hope it could stick the landing. It's going to have a rough landing but fingers crossed. (I just saw the preview for ep 12, it is a rough landing indeed. Prove me wrong universe.)

Oh god this little show. What a gem.

I have so much heart and love for Our Dining Table. If this was person, I'm going to hug them until I'm shattered to pieces.

It was hard to be an adult, lonely as fuck, having family but not really felt their presence. I have so much love for this show and yet it doesn't feel enough.

I'm almost 30, and yes I'm fucking tired to just watch myself never get to be represented correctly. A lot of these actors are on the same age as me and yet the story seemed never going anywhere. High school students, college students, barely office romances, and damn even I couldn't even get period dramas without having to deal with censorship (dammit China). When you got older, you resent everything, you became critical with everything. Even I'm no longer consider My School President is that good after I praised it earlier this year. In the end, series that I deemed good is the one that I felt so much connection to it. My emotional investment has to be in all time high. Like what I felt towards this.

The scene that breaks me into million pieces. You just need one person to tell you, you have done enough.

Lastly, I want to talk La Pluie. I don't know where this show's going. I'm scared. Because it could turned out to be great or it could end up like anything else, standard. The whole shenanigans about soulmates, love and everything in between got me thinking. Soulmates is definitely, most certainly, not fate. It's constantly changing, depends on your situation, your willingness, and your effort.

The characters in here, they were learning that they couldn't treat soulmates as if it were fate. As if it something already defined by God.

It is not. So I could understand Lomfon weird reaction on his newfound illness. Because he heard Tai's voice during rain, Tai must be (undoubtedly) his soulmate. Dude sounded like a kid, who wants to know reasons behind everything. Somehow I could sympathize him a little bit more, if the actor knew how to enhance his emotions. It wasn't bad acting, but yeah it kinda dull time to time, to the point I was out when he's in the screen. But yeah it's pulp, what can I expect? People acted like their life depend on it?

[kelp-my-beloved]

fWhip woke up to the feeling of a hammer pounding his brain from the inside. Way too much light came into the room, in his opinion, and he rolled in bed to the opposite side in an effort to keep sleeping. It didn’t help much, considering the amount of windows some idiot decided to put in his room. The Count grabbed his pillow and used it to cover his head, groaning in annoyance.

“fWhip? Are you awake?” Someone asked from the other side of the room.

No, he was not. He tried to tell them that, but whatever came out of his mouth weren’t words.

Suddenly, the blankets were yanked from him, cold, cruel air hitting his still warm body and killing whatever hopes he had of returning to sleep. fWhip opened his eyes, looking for whoever dared to steal from the Count of the Grimmlands and ready to sent them to jail.

“You already slept in,” Sausage told him, unimpressed. “And people are probably starting to talk, specially after yesterday”

Yesterday. Right. The no good, very bad day he had that apparently not even all the alcohol he had consumed had helped him forget. He could still recall her face when he told her to stay away from him, which meant that the horrible headache he was suffering through right now was for nothing.

At least the memory didn’t sting anymore.

It just… hurt.

Sausage was still looking at him from the side of his bed as he recalled what happened. He seemed annoyed, though not mad, which checked out. He had never been the most open to him about Gem (scratch that, he hadnt said a word about the situation to anybody), and he did probably ruin his chances to make up with her. Not to mention how he had risked Mythland’s possible allyship with Gemini’s almost-empire (Cristal… Crystal mountains? Crystal steps? Whatever), and the whole having-to-pick-him-up-drunk-from-a-tavern.

To be fair, he had no idea why he had done that last bit. It’s not like fWhip had asked him to do it, so it shouldn’t be on him. Sausage was perfectly capable of taking bad decisions if he so chose.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m up, mother” he grumbled, sitting up. “What are you doing here, anyway?” The thought of apologizing for his behaviour last night crossed his mind, but he quickly threw it to the side.

A change of clothes was thrown to his face, as Sausage kept digging through his wardrove. It wasn’t his first time in his room, and for what he could tell from the state of his couch in the other side of the room, he had probably stayed the night here and was currently looking for something to borrow.

Again, not the first time. fWhip started changing.

“I didn’t want to leave you alone last night. You got pretty drunk, you know?”

“Well, that would explain the headache,” he didn’t waste time replying. “What, afraid I’d fuck up my relationship with my sister more than I already did?”

fWhip shouldn’t had said that. He realized the moment the words left his mouth, but by then it was too late to take it back.

It wasn’t like him to go right to the point, but then again this last two days nobody seemed to follow the rules. Gemini went back from her little disappearing act, Sausage didn’t follow him after his outburst with his sister, fWhip actually confronted his problems.

He really hoped this whole madness stopped sooner than later, preferably before he started opening out or, and he knocked on wood, he talked about his feelings.

“It’s not my place to call you out,” he told him in a voice that held clear disappointed, and the memory of the last time he had tried to pry about fWhip’s sister. The Count couldn’t help but feel guilty at the way he had lashed out at him, told him to stay away from his family matters. Yeah, he wishes he hadnt done that. “But I would be an awful friend if I didn’t remind you of your duties. People are expecting to hear what you have to say, you know. The only reason why your council hasn’t throw down your door is because they know I’m here”

fWhip had no doubt of that, and the reminder only made him want to go back to bed and curl down behind a thousand blankets until the word forgot about him. The talking, statements, public image, that was his least favourite part about ruling. And if you added up the whole emotional factor to the equation? The Count was probably about to have the worst week of the year, almost as bad as his birthday if he guessed correctly.

But right now, it wastn what bothered him. It was Sausage’s voice, part annoyed, part hurt, deffinetely disappointed that he could pin out only because of how long they had know each other. fWhip knew Sausage wanted to say something more, wanted him to communicate, but knew better than to try.

It was probably for the best. Knowing himself, the Count would say something mean or cruel to get him out of his case, and he didn’t want to hurt Sausage. He was the closest thing he had to a friend in the world, and he didn’t think he could afford to loose him, both political and personally.

There was always time to reach out, he told himself, even if he knew he would never do so. He was too proud for that.

Sometimes he wished he wasn’t so much of his father’s son.

“Do you know what you’re going to say?” Sausage asked him, as he finished getting ready to go out and face the world.

“I mean, yeah” he responded. “Im going to sign the papers to allow negociations about how much the Grimmlands are going to aid, terms of allyship, that stuff, and then read some statement about my sister to the people that I have no doubt one of my advisors already made up”

That made the mythlander turn around.

“You’re going in?” he asked, surprised.

fWhip just looked at him. “Well, yes. I know Mythland is definitely going to sign-”

“Our magic has-” Sausage quickly started explaining, the excuse obviously having been playing on his head from the moment he heard the deal.

“-has been growing weaker over the years, I know. I understand. This is not a deal you can turn down, and the Grimmlands definitely can’t either without looking bad, and my council will have my head before allowing me to make an enemy of one of our closest neighbours, much less of one that’s allied with Mythland” he finished explaining.

Because that’s all politics boiled down to most of the time. Logic. There was no time or place for fWhip’s pride, even if it made him mad to think about sitting in a meeting room once a month with his sister for the rest of his life.

This was about his people, not himself. If he wanted to be a better ruler than his father, he would have to get used to the idea of his pride being stomped down now and then.

“And…” you could hear the hesitation in his voice a chunk away. “You don’t mind?”

fWhip snorted. “Of course I do, but it doesn’t really matter”

“Oh”

They looked at each other, fWhip trying to guess what the next uncomfortable question was going to be, and Sausage thinking of the best was to ask it. They were both ready to go, and at this point there was no reason to stay in his room, but it was difficult to tell which situation would be worse at this point.

“Do you want to go back to how things were with Gem?” Sausage finally asked, and fWhip knows he must look like a Salmon in a dry bucket by the way his mouth opened and closed with no rest, as he tried to think how to answer that.

As if sensing he had no real answer, the king continued. “Because I think you should decide on that before you speak with her again. Or you might do something you regret”

The night after this little piece, again, with 0 proofreading/editing.

This two parts are from a wip I'm working on that it's looking like a 15k oneshot instead of the 3k planned. Yay. Good part is Im already 11k in.

[randomly-a-fan]

End of the Line

Archie was expecting his friend Justin over to help him make spider breeds, without Gem eating off the head of one of Justin’s tarantulas; since Gem is one of the endangered spiders, they wanted to make more of her kind.

When Justin finally came over with his tarantula, he looks rather down. “Hiya Justin! Got your stud for my Gem?” Archie asked with enthusiasm. Justin gave Archie a quick smile before looking glum again. “Yeah... Let’s get this over with...” Justin replied before he walks over to Archie’s room. Once Archie and Justin got their tarantulas ready, Archie decided to ask Justin a question. “Is anything the matter, pal?” Archie asked. “Well... Not really... It’s almost Father’s Day, and dad was supposed to come home for the Annual Father’s Day Picnic. But he hasn’t called yet; and when I try to call him, there’s never an answer. I couldn’t help but worry.” Justin explained. Archie looked sadly at Justin; he can empathize with his buddy, since there are times when his dad doesn’t always keep his promises, but at least he’s always around most of the time.

When Archie was about to respond, he noticed that one of the Tarantulas were missing. “Hey, where’s Boulder?” Justin said in panic. When Archie and Justin crawled on the floor to look for Justin’s spider, they heard Star screaming. “ARCHIE.” Archie and Justin rushed over to his mom and find that she was standing on a chair. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Archie asked. “There’s a hairy spider that just crawled under the fridge.” Aquarius explained. “That must be Boulder, I’ll get him out; he’ll come to me.” Justin said as he goes down on the floor by the fridge. “Archie, can you go get Boulder’s little container for me, please?” Justin asked. While Archie rushes to get the container, Justin decided to calm Aquarius down. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Mrs. Gray; Boulder is a nice tarantula, he wouldn’t bite; there isn’t even any reports on a tarantula actually kill a human.” Justin explained. “I know, sweetie, I just can’t stand spiders or tarantulas; I have a serious case of arachnophobia, ever since I was a kid.” Aquarius explained. 

Archie came back with Boulder’s home, now Justin is just waiting for his tarantula to crawl out from under the fridge. “Is he coming?” Archie asked. “Yes, give me the container.” Justin ordered. After Boulder got out, Justin carefully and gently picked him up and put him back in his house. “How did he get out of his house?” Aquarius asked. “I don’t know, we weren’t paying attention; Boulder probably got scared and crawled out.” Archie assumes. “We’re trying to have Boulder and Gem make little spider babies, but I guess it didn’t go as planned... Maybe I got her the wrong stud.” Justin believed. “Well, to be on the safe side, wait for Pennywise to return, he’s an expert on arachnids.” Aquarius suggested. 

Hearing Aquarius mention about Archie’s dad made him think about his dad, so he decided to call it quits. “Archie, mind if we try this some other time? I suddenly don’t feel so good.” Justin said. “What’s wrong, sug’, you’re not afraid of Archie’s dad, are you?” Aquarius asked. Justin shook his head. “No... I just... Have a lot on my mind, that’s all. “My dad is in all day tomorrow, so, do bring another one of your studs if you could.” Archie requested. “Yeah, sure...” Justin said before he left out the door. Aquarius was concerned, he only came in for ten minutes; she wondered what’s been bothering him.

***

The next day, Justin was deciding on which tarantula would make a great stud; his experience with Boulder, turned out that he’s too much of a coward. So he thought of using one of his bolder spiders. However, if him and Archie don’t pay attention to their spiders, Archie’s spider might eat off the stud’s head; Justin didn’t want any of his gems to have their heads eaten off, but if he doesn’t find a bolder stud, Gem will never get to produce eggs.

All that thought got interrupted when his for-now-mom came in and ruined the plan. “Justin, your for-now-father and I have something important to tell you.” The foster mother said. Justin sat down to listen to what his foster mom has to say. “Sweetie... Your father... He’s... He got into a serious accident... There was a collision on the highway, and... He’s in critical condition.” Justin’s eyes watered, he cannot believe what he just heard. “What are you saying! Is he going to die?” Justin asked in panic. “Now calm down, we don’t know yet. Right now, the doctors were doing everything they could to keep him alive and better. So, we asked the Voorhees to watch over you at their place for a few hours, while we go over to the hospital to see how he’s doing, and what needed to be accomplished.” The foster father explained. “Can’t I just come with you guys to see my dad? I missed him!” Justin said while tearing up. “Not in the state he was in at the moment; doctors won’t let children in the ER anyway.” The foster father said. Justin was upset, he completely forgotten all about his and Archie’s plan. He wanted to cry, but he needed to leave for the Voorhees’ cabin.

***

Before Justin came, MJ explained to Malon about what happened and why Justin is staying for a while. “Now, do not mention anything about his dad; we don’t want Justin to have a breakdown. Do you understand?” MJ asked. “Yes mom, I can’t help but feel sorry for Justin, he won’t stop talking about how excited he was for his dad to come home for the annual picnic... Even though him and his dad usually beats us in different games.” Malon admits.

After the discussion, they heard the door knock. Justin and his for-now-parents came to drop Justin off before leaving. “Hi Justin, you want to play Snakes and Ladders?” Malon asked as she took Justin’s hand, before even giving him the time to respond. “We really can’t thank you enough for watching over Justin, while we make a visit with his father; we just hope he’ll make a quick recovery.” Aliza said. “Well, I hope you and Phillip will manage the drama when you get there. Justin is a smart boy; he’ll be just fine.” MJ assures. “Thanks... We’ll be back in a few hours.” Phillip said before waving to his for-now-son goodbye.

After Justin’s foster parents left, MJ turned around to see Malon setting up the board game, while poor Justin looks around sadly, as he was seeing some photos of Malon and her dad Jason; some of the pictures reminded him and his dad when he was little, before he became a truck driver. “Justin...” Justin snapped out after hearing Malon’s mom saying his name. “I was going to bake some shortbread cookies for dessert tonight, would you like to help me? you can even take some home with you.” MJ offered. “No thanks...” Justin said sadly. “I understand how you feel, Justin. I worry about my parents too; but my psychologist said to me to not think about the ‘what-ifs’ or spend your days worrying about something that might or might not happen... So, I’m passing my suggestion to you, it’s what your dad would want; knowing that you’re enjoying the day will keep his hopes alive and give him comfort.” MJ explained. Justin nodded with a smile. Though, he still didn’t feel like baking, but he still wanted to play Snakes and Ladders with Malon, as he sees how much Malon has been waiting to play.

Malon does keep her word for not mentioning anything about Justin’s dad, but she doesn’t understand why her mom talks about his dad. “Mom, why is it okay for you to ask about his dad, and not me?” Malon asked. “I don’t put it in full detail; I know you didn’t mean to sometimes, but sometimes you do get specific in your comments.” MJ explained. “If you don’t mind, I rather go for a walk, it’s getting too crowded in here.” Justin said as he walks away. “Jason is out there if you wanted some company; he does think of you as his son.” MJ said. Justin doesn’t answer back, it only made him even more upset.

***

Jason was just on his way back from the bear’s den until he noticed a bald boy in the field, then he found out who it was; Jason was expecting Justin to be over for a few hours, but he never thought that Justin would be out in the field alone. Justin was just picking some grain of grass until he noticed a shadow forming in front of him. He looked back and saw that it was Malon’s dad; Jason. “Oh... Hi Mr. Voorhees.” Justin said before he faced away. Jason sat right next to Justin, just to give him some company.

Justin knows a little about Jason’s gestures, and usually assumes what Jason was saying in his head. “I just hated when people comment about my dad; not just from when he was badly hurt, but whenever my dad is away and that my mom is incarcerated... It’s hard to see my dad put his weight at his job as a truck driver...” Justin expressed. Jason nodded as he understands how he feels, he gave Justin a pat in the back. “I don’t know why, but I find talking to you... Is more peaceful.” Justin realized. Clearly, it’s because Jason couldn’t respond, so he doesn’t need to talk. However, he knew that he wouldn’t like it if someone keeps talking about his mom, especially in a negative comment; so he knew that Justin wouldn’t like anyone to talk about his dad.

After a peaceful conversation, Jason walked Justin back to his place. MJ heard the door open and saw Jason with Justin. “There you are, Justin; me and Malon were worried about you--” Jason raised a hand, to tell her to stop; he explained to his wife that Justin doesn’t need extra treatment, or make a big fuss over him. MJ sighed sadly before speaking to Justin. “Sweetie, I’m sorry... I should have acted like you’re our guest, but instead, I treated you like--” “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay; actually, Jason was easy to talk to, about my worries and depression. It’s no wonder you’re married to him.” Justin said while staring up at Jason with a smile. MJ giggled before giving Justin a hug and a kiss. “So, where’s Malon? I remember she wanted to play board games.” Justin remembered. “Malon was just in her room; you can knock and talk to her.” MJ said. So, Justin went went towards her room to see Malon, who was playing with her dolls and stuffies, until she heard a door knock. “Yes?” Malon called out. “It’s Justin, I would like for us to play board games... Since I’m pretty board.” Justin said with a pun at the end. He then heard Malon giggling as she was going to come out of her room to play with Justin.

***

At the hospital, Justin’s dad Rick was in a serious condition, and what’s worse is that he’s in a serious coma. Doctors are trying to fix Rick up from his severe injuries, but he’s still in a coma. The doctor explained to Aliza and Phillip about the condition that Justin’s father was in. “The team did manage to fix up his serious wounds and fractures, but if he doesn’t wake up from his coma, he’s going to die.” The doctor explained. Aliza and Phillip looked at each other in shock before facing the doctor again. “What can we tell Justin?” Aliza asked. “Is there a way for you guys to get Rick out of his deadly coma?” Phillip added with another question. “Right now, we’re giving him medication through the veins, but for a big guy like him, it’ll take a while for it to get through, so we have to relieve the pressure in the brain. As for your foster son, you just have to set him straight; give us a half a month at least, so he can see his dad without the graphic sight of blood and exposures.” The doctor recommended.

Aliza and Phillip felt so sick in their head and heart, that they’re too scared to pick Justin up from the Voorhees place. “Maybe we don’t have to tell him, let’s just wait half a month when Rick is well healed. Who knows, maybe he’ll be out of his coma by then.” Phillip thought. “I don’t think we should, remember what the doctor said; if he doesn’t get out of his coma, he’ll die, and that will only make Justin’s situation far worse.” Aliza explained. The two of them were in quite a rut; they don’t know if they should tell Justin, or keep it a secret for a while.

What do you think?

The End for now 

[katyspersonal]

Also remember how Chalice Dungeons have fallen armored Cainhurst warriors (check portrait of a guy in golden armor) and swords+shields all over?

I feel like they were just average Cainhurst warriors, but they appeared to be uneffective against agile beasts! Lore outright says heavy armour and shields don't do. So Gehrman, since he WAS the first hunter, appeared to instruct them on more effective techniques! Maria would be the first to adopt his teachings with trick weapon + lighter armor, and so Cainhurst Knights were inspired by that (though adopted more Fancy and Pomp (TM) style with gems and bright colors and all)

So, my current interpretation is that Maria was one of that type of warriors with golden heavy armor and shield initially, but? Seeing how well adjusted Cainhurst got and how she died young (unless that's vaaaampire aaage maaagic~), that might arguably work even better if she met him as a child, or at least a teen and already wanted to help to fight too and train under him! So normie Knights were first, and she just developed her own drip - the one that would not make Gehrman and others scoff at looking unnecessary pomp, heh. And basing it after male Knights to be taken more seriously by her senpai and maybe also because female Knights tiny hat is ridiculous hfjghgbbj

Like I am actually tempted to retract my idea with romantic subplot failing miserably from either side because him meeting her since very young age works better! ELONGATING the backstory. So yeah, developing more (grand)fatherly feelings for her DOES work even better - as well as letting her get on the dark path on his own rather than picking up someone who is already a warrior! It just makes 'he HAS regrets' even more saturated and painful, more pain is always better! Also if little/teen Maria used to wear clothes very similar to how Doll is dressed that'd be IQ over 900000 move x) He just attempted to recover that innocent girl vibe he ruined in his despair y'all...

[pokefan531]

[MMD] Block Party Panel Incident - Aftermath 

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_deVQ3tlzno

(After the success of destroying the Aqua Team Hunger Force Panel from August (from CN100eg's video The Block Party Panel Incident, the evils are celebrating their victory despite the police getting the out from the convention center)

Lila: OH YES!!! We got them back!! Iris: Hmm... Yeah. We got that frylock Pokemon and ruin their panel! Err: Excellent! I'm so happy you both manage to cause destruction with fire and beat up Frylock for that hate message he sent to us! Lila: Exactly! Hehe! Well, we succeed this time! Guess a few of my success brought you to feel some achievement, Iris. Iris: Yeah, but it's gonna take a lot more for me to be satisfied. Ignignokt: Well it did for us!! He exposed us for the bomb incident, but... thanks to you guys, we did a payback to him and his two idiots! Lila: Well it was just the two of us, but yes! Iris: That fry Pokemon deserved so much payback I finally pulled my revenge for sending us on an island where I was stuck in from Hano Grand Resort 5 years ago! Lila: Yeah! Err: We'd at least rescue you two, because since we had an online chat in Spring, we are now on your side for you both! Iris: Yeah!! Ignignokt: That'd teach the lesson for ATHF Trio and ones who are close friends with him in that place with red head scientist! Lila: Hehe! Since we already became a team, not only we will get more revenge on them, but also the Pokemon Studio too! Iris: OH YES!!! We shall go after the Pokemon Studio someday...only if we are strong enough for THAT CHAMP!!! I HATE HER AS MUCH AS ASH KETCHUM AND FRY POKEMON!!! Ignignokt: If you can't take her alone, we can take him together!! Err: But, we do need more teammates for this to happen! Lila: Oh don't worry. Ghetsis told me the same, but he give me a list to look for each new member around the world. Like three strong members. One is from my former school, other is from an ancient Japanese palace, and other from a video game world. So, that way, the so called "Iris's Team" will be ready to take down the Pokemon Studio, and ATHF Trios. In fact, we can do revenge on anyone we want! Ignignokt: Sweet!! Seven of us will soon to be masters! Iris: We shall find these missing pieces one by one! Err: That's right! One plan succeed against Frylock, more plans to go! Lila: Oh yes!

Now onto the hospital after the incident of the panel, Konata, Arezu, and Mona from Wacky House visited to see Frylock, but he's out cold.

Konata: Dang! Frylock is down. Although the doctor says he would recover in weeks, thankfully. Arezu: So a box of french fries is alive? Wow! A new discovery! Mona: With that in mind... Frylock is in a temporaily coma. Right now he's dreaming about saving the closest friends from Iris. Konata: Oh yes. Iris caused a fire again, but don't worry. Wallace and his firefighting crew came in to wash off all the fire in the convention center. Mona: Yeah, but for Frylock tho... at least he's alive. Still cruel how he was knocked out by Iris and her assistant. Arezu: Well... I'm thinking about something to help him a bit. How about Potato Mochi? Konata: Frylock wouldn't want to eat anything with potatoes. Arezu: Actually... we can use them to rub it on parts of his body, where it has injuries. Konata: What a great plan. Arezu: Is it a good idea, Mona? Mona: On my predictions... he would recover from the potato mochis by being covered by it. Although the main source would be the gem from his back. But no worries, it regain energy on its own so it repairs itself. Konata: Excellent! Arezu: Sweet! Let's go get the potato mochis!

And all three of them rub it on him, and rinse him off and Mona sees his gem glow once. Mona says it's far from bring back to normal state, but it's working at least.

Happy Birthday, CN100eg!

Credits: Iris - Dargliger01 (Edited by me) ATHF Models (Frylock and Mooninites Ignignokt and Err) - MrWhiteFolks Arezu - Pikapika-2000 Mona - Otakilos Alley - ignas1000 3D Custom Girl Nurse's Room