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raymondebidochonlifechoices · 2 years

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To summarise:

… the Ultimate Battle between Good and Evil is still pending.

Cheryl and Heather drink tea and talk magic. Heather’s mother, says Heather, died in a tragic accident. Cheryl, who only knows of people dying in tragic crimes, finds this gothic. Cheryl also thinks that gaslighting Toni was part of a “beautiful and nurturing” relationship, so we’ll let this one go.

Because of her pyrokinetic powers, Cheryl is now hot, which also makes her thirsty: she uses turning Thornhill into a private library as an excuse to see librarian Heather again. Cheryl Bombshell, you’re not fooling anyone: we all know Thornhill’s books burned to a crisp alongside the mansion back in s1 …

In spite of her best efforts, Tabitha could not declare Pop’s a historic landmark. It turns out that Dwight Eisenhower eating burgers at your Diner isn’t enough. She informs Pop and Jughead, who -in this episode- is back at bussing tables.

Remember how Betty couldn’t even talk to her therapist about her trauma? Well, now she’s suddenly unblocked and ready to tell her life’s story to everyone and anyone who will listen except her boyfriend. In today’s episode this means Agent Gillian Drake. If it weren’t for marital communications privilege, Alice would be behind bars now. Yikes!

Agent Drake sees Betty’s lament over her disturbing inheritance as the opening she needs to casually glean if her colleague has a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Agent Drake is also thirsty. And suspiciously ok with all the Darkness™.

Bingo makes an appearance, because Bingo -unlike Toffee- is Archie’s pet and has special privileges. And powers! Don’t forget about that!

Betty has been spending so much time with Archie that she, too, is becoming denser. Thankfully, Agent Drake’s here to suggest it’s time to get away from Alice.

Betty asks Archie if she can move in with him. Sure, why not, take your time, says the man who was previously ready to have a child with her. The level of romance is killing me. Will Betty stay at Eric’s room or will it be Jug’s garage abode? There are just so many options in the Andrews Motel for Lost Souls.

Janet from Social Services points out that the fact that Tangs are gangbangers who have both(?!) criminal records is working against them in the custody battle for Baby Anthony. “How about the fact that I’m a school guidance counselor?”, asks Toni. “How about the fact that you shouldn’t have been hired in the first place then?” ask the viewers.

Tabitha has a plan to save the Diner that she immediately shares with her boyfriend Archie: breaking Pop’s down and transporting the Diner brick-by-brick to store it in a new safe location. Tabitha has also been spending too much time with Archie: she, too, is becoming denser. Has she traveled 1.384 times in the future, before she came up with this groundbreaking idea?

Also: just how much money does Tabitha have in order to afford this?!

Guess who’s back! Back again! Writer’s block! Tell a friend! Jughead is working at the Diner teaching at RHS running the school paper sitting at home trying to find his writing mojo that he lost sometime in between this episode and the previous one, when Veronica calls him for the first time ever in the history of this show.

She proposes a mentalist gig at the Babylonium. Jughead, who is not a mentalist but who can, on occasion, be quite mental, agrees. He has, after all, learnt he’s about to die, and performing at a Casino is totally on his bucket list.

#sinner_cats_of_riverdale. The Blooper twins are back from the attic and they have a cat now, named Butterscotch. Where’s Toffee, bitch?

Dagwood has a red aura. Or maybe it’s just his hair looking extra red. Betty dispatches Butterscotch to the cat shelter for their own protection.

Emboldened by Agent’s Drake speech on pyrokinesis back in 6x10, Betty confides in her about her ability to see auras. Jillian, who must really want to get into Betty’s pants, readily accepts the fringe science stuff.

Some miles not far away, at Thornhill, Cheryl also tries to impress Heather with her knowledge of the occult.

Dr Curdle Jr, always at the ready to make some extra cash lest he ends up at the Andrews Motel for Lost Souls as well, tests the Blooper Twins for the serial killer gene. Juniper has it but Dagwood doesn’t. (Chromosome) X marks the spot, I guess, still this is not how biological inheritance works.

Percival and uncle Frank visit the Diner to confront the Andrews Construction Team and offer them higher, ununionised payment.

You know Archie’s team is unionised, because they all wear matching plaid shirts.

“We are all long-term union members”, says Archie to uncle Frank. “Like you used to be. Like my dad fought for”. Archiekins, you were so ununionised like just a couple of episodes ago, by your own admission no less, and your dad was hiring sophomore high-schoolers back in s1.

Fangs, who has legal fees to pay, decides to join Percival for the money: since the train station isn’t going to be built for some days, I’ll just assume he has no job till then.

Correction: he receives a signing bonus. That he spends on those legal fees a new car. You’re as fickle as your ex, Fangs. #Kangs_foreshadowing

Veronica cuts her musical number short to present the Seer of the Southside, Forsythe the Fantastic. Jughead hasn’t even started yet, and he’s already performing miracles! If only Samm Pansky could see him now! I have no idea how Jughead can have writer’s block with all the crazy that’s been happening.

The truck that houses all of Pop’s except the promised dismantled bricks, conveniently parked just outside the Diner, is found empty the next day but for a sign reading “no smoking”. Like Vortigern’s fortress -but in reverse- Pop’s seems to be rebuilt every night. Maybe someone should stay and guard the truck? No? No.

While Archie & co (minus Fangs) re-disassemble Pop’s, Tabitha deals with Percival i.e breaks a vase.

Sam the constructor guy tries to move Pop’s jukebox and gets electrocuted. In any other show this would have been attributed to Sam not unplugging the jukebox beforehand. In Riverdale it’s ghosts. Alrighty then.

Pop admits that people have died at the Diner. First it’s aliens now it’s dead people ... What the hell was happening in the Diner during the 70s, Pop?

Jughead advertises his Casino act on the front page of his (school) paper. What a flex! Just call him the He-Wolf of Riverdale. Did he give his students discount tickets though?

“You are so unburdened by intelligence”, says Ronnie to the man she had previously chosen as her life and business partner. This is not the serve you think it is, Veronica …

Reggie attempts to blackmail Veronica for a cut of Forsythe the Fantastic’s profits. Veronica asks Jughead to wipe the memory of her ordering a hit on Hiram from Reggie’s mind. Jughead must be impressed by Veronica disposing of the man who once tried to kill him, because he promises to look into it.

He finds a some books on the subject of mind-reading. What is more surprising than the number of books he finds, is the where: didn’t Percival close down the Library??

Drink up! Fred is named-dropped.

Tabitha swings by Pop’s, where she finds everything back in place for the second time in a row and then some: there are four ghosts at the Diner!

Cheryl, Heather and Tabitha call upon them: Mona Mitchell and Gilda Snide, Marcus Lee and Jenny Bride, they cross over The Divide. Only in Riverdale do ghosts names rhyme.

OMG! Is Gilda, the server who had the accident with the deep fryer in the Vale?! Hiiiii!!!

The ghosts are bound to Pop’s in order to bear witness to the Ultimate Battle. Which cannot happen without said witnesses. Which could be the solution to everything? No? Ok.

The ghosts disclose that they are vulnerable to the Ghost Train. Not to be confused with the Soul Train.

Therefore, Pop’s must be rebuilt quickly somewhere else.

This is all starting to make sense, says Tabitha. Is it? asks Cheryl speaking for all of us. Why, Tabitha, why? I was rooting for you …

Betty removes the Blooper twins from the Cooper house/Alice’s guardianship. They’re probably now at the cat shelter too.

It’s that time of the season where Alice accuses Betty of being a bad person, only this time with special visual effects (i.e. a red aura).

Archie agrees for El Royale to temporarily house the Diner, land-use policies be damned, so that Pop’s continuum wont be broken! Does this mean that Tabitha can time-travel only from El Royale now?

Why is El Royale untouchable for Percival though? Could this be Hiram’s legacy? Daddykins Lodge! The man! The legend! Creator of universes! Destroyer of Eldritch Evil! #Hiram_is_forever

In which, Fred might not be Achie’s tether but he’s uncle Frank’s! Aaaaawww!

Jughead performs some telepathic erasure on Reggie. They don’t hold hands, which is very sad and also very homophobic of them.

The ghosts, much like myself, cannot stand a third scene of dismantling the Diner and decide to do it off-screen.

Shoot! Uncle Frank’s tether proves as weak as Archie’s: he intends to double cross Pop’s gang but Betty and her trusted sunglasses are there to detect his aura and warn Archibald the Pureheart.

Pop Tate did not come back all the way from Florida for this … “I can’t believe what you’ve done” he exclaims when he sees El Diner. Me neither, Pop. Me neither.

Ever since those maple tree groves burned, everything has gone to the dogs really ...

In order to win the custody case against the person who has no claim over Baby Anthony, Toni proposes marriage to Fangs but lies about the reason. #Adult_stories

Betty sees herself surrounded by a red aura … Shouldn’t have left Toffee alone in DC, Betty.

Neither have we learned anything new about Betty’s power nor did Agent Drake score. This has been a complete waste of my time.

It’s the end of the episode and Archie has yet to sacrifice himself in the name of Fred or take his shirt off. This is a travesty.

Toffee wasn’t able to do much during this episode: she was getting tested for the serial killer gene in preparation of Riverdale’s Serial Killer Convention, where she will be managing the Sinner Cats of Riverdale booth.

#Riverdale season 6 spoilers #Riverdale season 6 #s6 recaps

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newyeariniceland · 4 months

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Icelandic children get to enjoy the favors of not one but 13 Father Christmases. Called the Yule Lads, these merry but mischievous fellows take turns visiting kids on the 13 nights leading up to Christmas. On each of those nights, children place one of their shoes on the windowsill. For good boys and girls, the Yule Lad will leave candy. If not, the Yule Lads are not subtle in expressing their disapproval: They fill the shoe with rotting potatoes.

Don't think well-behaved Icelandic kids have a sweet deal all around, however. They may enjoy 13 Santa Claus-like visits, but they also have to contend with a creature called Grýla who comes down from the mountains on Christmas and boils naughty children alive, and a giant, blood-thirsty black kitty called the Christmas Cat that prowls around the country on Christmas Eve and eats anyone who's not wearing at least one new piece of clothing.

Apparently, the Yule Lads used to be a lot more creepy than they are today, too, but in 1746 parents were officially banned from tormenting their kids with monster stories about those particular creatures. Today, they're mostly benign—save for the harmless tricks they like to play.

Like Snow White's Seven Dwarfs, each of the Yule Lads has his own distinct personality. Their names, however, remained a point of much interpretation and debate until recently. As the National Museum of Iceland describes:

Dozens of different names for the Yule Lads appear in different folk tales and stories. A popular poem about the Yule Lads by the late Jóhannes úr Kötlum, which first appeared in the book Jólin koma (Christmas Is Coming) in 1932, served to make their names and number much better known. The names of the 13 Yule Lads that most Icelanders know today are all derived from that poem.

Today, as the museum describes, the Yule lads are:

Sheep-Cote Clod: He tries to suckle yews in farmer's sheep sheds

Gully Gawk: He steals foam from buckets of cow milk

Stubby: He's short and steals food from frying pans

Spoon Licker: He licks spoons

Pot Scraper, aka Pot Licker: He steals unwashed pots and licks them clean

Bowl Licker: He steals bowls of food from under the bed (back in the old days, Icelanders used to sometimes store bowls of food there—convenient for midnight snacking?)

Door Slammer: He stomps around and slams doors, keeping everyone awake

Skyr Gobbler: He eats up all the Icelandic yogurt (skyr)

Sausage Swiper: He loves stolen sausages

Window Peeper: He likes to creep outside windows and sometimes steal the stuff he sees inside

Door Sniffer: He has a huge nose and an insatiable appetite for stolen baked goods

Meat Hook: He snatches up any meat left out, especially smoked lamb

Candle Beggar: He steals candles, which used to be sought-after items in Iceland

According to Icelandic Yule legends, on the run-up to Christmas, Grýla roams around the country collecting naughty children in a large sack. She then takes them back to her cave to be made into stew. Yikes!

As if that's not enough for young Icelanders, Grýla also has a large black cat that you’ll want to keep a lookout for. Known as “Jólakötturinn” (meaning the Christmas Cat or Yule Cat), it’s rumoured to devour anybody who doesn’t get new clothes for Christmas.

Thankfully, even something as small as a scarf or pair of socks will keep this greedy feline at bay. This might explain why you’ll find Icelanders impeccably well-dressed and ready for any weather.

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organabanana · 3 years

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leaves of three, let it be [2/3] || harlivy

Chapters: 2/3

Fandom: DCU (Comics)DCUHarley Quinn (Comics)Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel

Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle

Additional Tags: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of batman fucking bats, most of this is straight up idiocy tbh, i just finished watching the cartoon so everyone swears like a sailor i’m sorry, rated for (ahem) happenings later on, ivy/harley/catwoman frenemies

Summary

After Harley mistakenly confesses her love and then promptly takes it back, Ivy spends some time sorting through the things she absolutely doesn't feel (and the ones she does). Selina and Harley don't quite help.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: AO3

If you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d say she isn’t.

Actually, if you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d probably stare you down until you crumbled under the sheer weight of her judgment and apologized for ever talking to her, but that’s beside the point.

The point is, Ivy doesn’t meditate. The concept of meditation, if you ask her, goes in the same patchouli-scented box as moon-charged crystals and essential oils.

No. What Ivy does is… introspection. Yeah. She introspects. She consciously clears her mind of all intrusive thoughts. Which may sound a lot like meditation, maybe? But — she cannot stress this enough — it’s not the same thing.

So there she is. Sitting on her couch. Introspecting. And it may look like she’s staring off into the distance, but she’s actually looking at a nearly invisible, tiny little hint of a green sprout that’s managed to grow in a crack on the windowsill.

There it is. A tiny little fighter. Just like—

Nope.

No way.

We are absolutely not thinking about her. We’re introspecting. So Ivy takes in a deep breath, in through her nose, eyes fluttering closed as she exhales slowly and then opens them and tries again.

As she was saying. A tiny little sprout. She could go over there and touch it and quite literally breathe life into it. She can’t tell what kind of plant it is, but she could make it bloom if it’s a flowering species. What if it’s a tree? She could make it grow so big its roots would tear this whole building apart just like her heart was torn apart last ni—

Motherf—

“Morning, my little dill pickle.”

Selina climbs in through the window, practically gliding into Ivy’s apartment with the kind of grace that would normally make Ivy stop and stare and perhaps have a not-quite-respectful thought or two.

Listen: she has eyes. Don’t read into it.

Anyway. As graceful and ridiculously nimble as Selina is, she’s also way up high in Ivy’s shit list at the moment (second only to you know who), so today is not the day for lighthearted conversation and platonic crushes.

“Fuck you, Selina,” Ivy offers as a greeting, glancing at the plant to make sure it’s still there. And it is, of course. Selina fucking Kyle may be a bitch and a half, but she knows how to move without leaving a trace.

“Now?” Selina cocks one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Ivy, the slightest hint of a teasing smirk on her face. “I mean I was gonna offer brunch, but that doesn’t sound like the worst midday plan.”

Ivy simply stares for a moment, as if she’s forgotten if there’s one person in the world that’s absolutely immune to even her most wilting looks, that’s Selina fucking Kyle.

“Oh, come on,” Selina practically groans, “stop it. Brooding is such a teen boy move.”

“I am not brooding.”

“Right.” With one single word, Selina makes it clear that she doesn’t believe Ivy and, most importantly, that she doesn’t care enough to argue. “Anyway. Brunch? My treat.”

Ivy closes her eyes. Not meditating. Just introspecting. Just trying to channel the urge to make a full-grown sequoia grow out of Selina Kyle’s ass into something productive. One deep breath in through her nose and—

“We can have margaritas!” Selina lets out a quiet chuckle as she admires the perfectly matte black polish on her fingernails. “Yikes. Too soon?”

Fuck introspection.

“I. Am going. To fucking murder you.” Ivy stands up with every intention to make good on that promise, and Selina must read it in her eyes because for the first time since Ivy’s known her — for the first time in her life, maybe — Selina looks scared.

Well, maybe not scared.

But she is absolutely concerned.

“Fuck me, Ive, damn,” Selina takes one step back, no longer smirking, “calm down, will you?”

Ivy stops, Selina’s audacity basically jolting her out of her murderous rage. “Calm down, Selina? Fucking seriously? You did what you did and now you come here and tell me to fucking calm down?”

Selina tilts her head just so, like she’s conceding (against her will) that maybe there is a reason for Ivy to be somewhat upset with her.

“Oh, come on,” she sighs, rolling her shoulders like the tension has to leave her body somehow, and it will certainly not be via an apology, “it wasn’t even real poison.”

Ivy’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. Does Selina think she’s mad because she thinks Harley was in actual danger?

No. No, Selina can’t think that, because Selina may be an asshole, but she’s a very smart asshole. So she must know Ivy’s well aware of Harley’s immunity to toxins. She must know that’s not even remotely the reason Ivy’s spent the last eleven hours and some change introspecting all thoughts of last night out of her mind.

For a split second, Ivy feels something similar to warmth towards Selina as she considers that maybe she’s simply ignoring the embarrassing part of the event to spare Ivy. Maybe she’s pretending this is about Harley’s physical wellbeing and not… well. The other thing.

Sadly, the split second passes.

“If it helps,” Selina says, and even before she finishes the sentence Ivy can already sense it won’t help at all, “it’s totally reciprocated.”

Ivy feels it crawling up her veins, thick like sap. She’s managed to distill plenty of emotions, turned them into tonics and toxins and elixirs and used them for her own benefit and the Green’s. She’s bottled love — well, lust — and hatred and rage. Fear, even. Insanity, ironically enough. But this.

This… this humiliation.

Oh, this is something else.

Ivy closes her eyes. In through her nose, and even the air feels like it has to go through that thick mixture of (public) pain and weakness and acknowledged vulnerability to get to her lungs.

It’s one thing to have Harley see her like this. Like that. Like last night. Defenses down and heart out there in the open like her ribcage’s forgotten its purpose. That’s fine, she figures, because it’s been the norm for years and years and years. It’s nothing new, really, to have Harley see her accidentally stumble over the line into pathetic from time to time. It happens.

But Selina.

Selina fucking Kyle.

Selina saw that and she understood what she was seeing and now she’s acknowledging it, and Ivy isn’t even mad anymore.

I mean, she is. She’s really fucking mad.

She’s just many other things as well as mad, so it’s harder to focus on it.

Out through her mouth. Slowly. And her voice is nice and even when she opens her eyes and looks at Selina once again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ivy lies, walking towards the kitchen like that had been her intention all along, “there is nothing to reciprocate.”

Ivy can feel Selina’s look on the back of her head. She’s not going to give her the satisfaction of turning around, of course. Selina Kyle’s ego is healthy enough as it is. But she can absolutely feel it. A look involving an arched eyebrow and narrowed eyes and possibly a smirk. Maybe the slightest purse of painted lips, if she’s going for judgmental rather than smug.

Selina is multi-faceted in her scorn.

“You have got to be shitting me, Ive,” Selina says, and Ivy still refuses to turn around, focusing instead on staring at the interior of her fridge and ignoring the fact that ninety percent of its contents are there for Harley’s all-day snacking needs.

She ends up grabbing a jug of water not because she’s thirsty, but simply because it’s the only thing in there she knows for a fact is there just for her.

“Seriously?” Selina prods, walking closer and crossing her arms over her chest as she watches Ivy methodically fill a glass of water like it’s a delicate operation that requires her undivided attention. “You’re such a fucking pussy. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.”

Ivy does turn around then, gripping the glass with perhaps a little more force than strictly necessary. In her defense, she’d much rather be gripping Selina’s neck instead.

“Once again, Selina,” she says with a slight shrug, taking a sip of cold water, “no idea what you’re talking about.”

Selina gapes at her. It’s kind of flattering, actually. It’s not every day something leaves Selina Kyle fully unable to speak. Maybe — Ivy thinks to herself, enjoying her water — she’ll never speak again. Maybe she’ll leave Gotham entirely. Wouldn’t that be just—

Ivy’s train of thought is completely derailed by something that is never a good sign: Selina Kyle is laughing.

Not chuckling. Not snickering. Not letting out one of those sarcastic giggles she likes to use to obliterate people’s entire self-esteem.

No. No, this is honest to goodness, full-on belly laughter, and it’s fucking terrifying.

“Wh— what the fuck, Selina?” Ivy asks, trying to sound less scared than she actually is. Selina’s sense of humor is not so much dark as it is downright fucked up, and if she’s finding something in this situation funny, it can only mean someone is about to get crushed, metaphorically or otherwise.

All signs point to Ivy.

“Look at you!” Selina points in the general direction of Ivy, like she’s about to rip her fashion sense to shreds. But this, sadly, has nothing to do with clothes. “Holy shit, you’re in so much deeper than I thought, this is fucking hilarious.”

Ivy takes one step back, until her hip bumps against the counter and she blindly feels around to leave the half-empty glass on it. To her credit, she still manages to try and infuse her voice with something resembling nonchalance one last time.

“You’re not making any sen—“

“Man, you’re in love, in love, huh?”

Ivy’s been shot before. So she feels like she’s not being overly dramatic when she says Selina’s words feel just like that. Like being shot right in the gut. And Ivy tries to be as stoic as she usually is when faced with things like gunshots and blunt force and bat-shaped ninja stars (holy fuck, he’s such a nerd), but she feels a bit like she’s been standing on a castle of cards for the last… however many years it’s been since she met Dr. Quinzel in Arkham, and Selina’s just figured out exactly where to blow to make it all come tumbling down.

“I mean I knew you two were into each other. Obviously,” Selina continues, and Ivy suddenly understands the exact meaning of all those expressions regarding cats and mice, “but I thought it was like… well, you know. Friends in need of a nudge towards the benefits. But this.”

Selina shakes her head, smile as wide as her eyes. She looks both surprised and delighted. Like she’s really just found out there are feelings involved in whatever lust-filled fever dream she’d interpreted as reality before now.

“And you’re the one who’s doing all the yearning. I totally thought she was the useless one. Holy shit.” Selina takes a couple steps in the direction of the window, like using a door like a normal person is simply not an option for her. “How long?”

Ivy opens her mouth, but Selina interrupts her before any sound can come out.

“Don’t answer that. I already know.” Selina waves her hand dismissively. “No wonder you’re fucking terrified. You’d be safer falling in love with an actual hyena.”

“I’m not—“

“Please.” Selina reaches the window and notices that little plant for the first time, giving it a little pat that could almost pass for affectionate if you didn’t know Selina Kyle. “So what’s scarier, Ive?” Selina almost purrs the question. “That she may not love you back, or that she probably does?”

Ivy tells herself she could murder Selina right then and there, with the help from the little plant. Hell, she could probably kill her without help from the plant.

But that wouldn’t really fix anything, right?

“Anyway!” Selina lets out a happy little sigh as she slinks out of the window and onto the fire escape outside. “No brunch, then. I’ll leave you to your brooding.” Her smile turns into a smirk then, eyes narrowed like she’s about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. “And don’t worry, Ive. I can keep a secret.”

Selina winks at her before she disappears.

Ivy refuses, pointedly, to think about her conversation with Selina.

She tries to go back to her introspection, but it turns out there’s no breathing in and out when your chest is full of feelings to the point of actual physical discomfort, so Ivy gives up on that, too.

She could plot. Scheme, if you will. It’s been a while since she’s gone for an actual multi-step plan to rid Gotham — and, later, the world — of parasitic CEOs profiting off nature. A bit of environmentally friendly murder never fails to put her in a good mood.

But it turns out it’s nearly impossible to come up with a solo plan without being constantly aware of the fact that going solo is no longer her default. A plan involving only herself doesn’t feel like just any random plan anymore. Now it feels like a plan without her, and that’s just— that’s just the opposite of what she needs to be thinking about right now.

So.

What’s an eco-terrorist to do when eco-terrorism is not an option?

Eight hours later she’s in her lab, hair haphazardly held in a bun with a pencil as she looks at her latest experiment through her microscope.

The little sprout from her windowsill sits right next to the microscope in a beaker serving as a makeshift flower pot while Ivy works.

“You know, if this works,” Ivy tells the sprout, eyes trained on the cell that should enter active mitosis any second now, “you’re going to be my sidekick when we take down the next big guy.”

If this works, and she can give this tiny plant the powers she hopes to give her, they can take over Gotham and the world as a team. Ivy’s always worked best with plants, anyway. Who needs—

“Red?”

Harley’s voice is uncharacteristically mellow, but it manages to startle Ivy anyway.

“Jesus, Harley,” Ivy doesn’t look away from the microscope, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

She’s not mad. Not at Harley, anyway. None of this is her fault. She’s just—

Listen. Figuring out exactly what to call what she’s feeling would require introspection, and we’re not doing that anymore.

“Oh. I uh—“ There’s something in Harley’s tone that twists uncomfortably in Ivy’s chest. “Wanted to talk?”

Ivy doesn’t want to talk. Talking, as it turns out, may be the very last thing she wants to do. But there’s that something in Harley’s voice. Something that sounds a bit like embarrassment. Like shame, even. Like maybe if Ivy were to listen in on Harley’s inner monologue right now the voice in there would sound suspiciously like him calling her a fuck-up and an idiot and—

“I’m sorry.” Ivy leaves the little plant’s cell to enter mitosis in its own time and turns to fully focus on Harley. “I didn’t mean to snap. You just startled me.”

Harley visibly relaxes. Ivy decides she hates him just that much more than she did ten seconds ago.

“Didn’t mean to startle ya,” Harley leaves her bat propped against the trunk of a giant nightshade and takes a few steps towards Ivy.

Normally, Harley has no concept of personal space. She sits on whatever surface is closest to Ivy, invading her space and making it impossible for her to fully focus on anything that’s not Harley. It should be annoying, but it isn’t, for reasons Ivy is absolutely not going to consider at this time.

This time, however, Harley hovers just a step or two away from Ivy and her microscope and her standing desk.

It feels…

It feels wrong.

“What did you want to talk about?” Ivy taps the desk and tries not to smile when Harley beams as she practically bounces to sit on it. Her legs dangle over the edge, well-worn combat boots lightly bumping against Ivy’s legs with each soft swing of Harley’s feet.

Nothing really feels wrong anymore.

“I’m sorry, Pammy.”

Ivy shakes her head. “It’s fine. You know you’re always welcome here, I just wasn’t expecting—“

“No,” Harley says, and when Ivy looks into her eyes she realizes Harley’s not going to let her pretend she has no idea what this is about, “I mean I’m sorry about the other night.”

Ivy stands up a little straighter. Takes half a step back, like that’s going to help. Crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s fine.”

Harley tilts her head just so, bright blue eyes narrowing for a second, and Ivy sees a flash of Harleen right there staring back at her. Reading her fucking thoughts, almost. It’s unnerving.

“It’s fine, Harley,” Ivy insists, tone sharper as she takes another step back. She can hear the low rumble of every vine in her lab stirring along with her mood.

There’s a moment there, maybe a few seconds long, where they both simply stare at each other in silence. Like they’re trying to figure each other out in a way that feels completely foreign because she knows Harley, and Harley knows her, and there’s nothing to figure out. Nothing at all.

“You know—“ Harley’s voice sounds a bit brittle, like it may just break if it hits the wrong word, “you know I didn’t mean it, Pammy.”

Ivy nods. Once.

“I know.” She knows now and she knew when she first met Harley and she’s known for the last however many years it’s been. She fucking knows it’s love but it’s not love like that. She knows. “It’s fine.”

“You know Selina just got in my head, right?” Harley keeps talking, and on some level Ivy knows there’s nothing to be angry about because Harley just wants to explain. She just wants to make sure things aren’t weird between them because they’re best friends. But it feels almost cruel anyway. “You know I don’t—“

“I know you don’t love me, Harley, yes, for fuck’s sakes, I’m not an idiot.”

“But I—“

“Don’t.” Ivy holds one finger up. If she has to listen to Harley say she loves her, but just not in that way she may lose her fucking mind. “It’s fine.”

For a few blessed seconds, it feels like maybe Harley will let it go. Like maybe she’ll just drop it and let Ivy get out of this with some semblance of pride.

But that would just be too much to ask, wouldn’t it?

“I do love you, Ive, it’s just—“

“Holy shit, Harley!” Ivy raises her voice and hears the tell-tale creak of vines growing up the wall. “I know! I fucking know, all right? Selina is a dick and you thought margarita mix was a love potion and you’re not fucking in love with me, all right? I know!”

“But—“

“No! No fucking but!” Ivy swears she hears it. The little snap when she loses her last thread of control over what she’s saying and things spill out before she has a chance to filter them. “I don’t love you either, have you even considered that?”

Harley’s eyes widen in the purest expression of surprise Ivy’s ever seen in her life.

“Right!” There’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop. She wants to stop and backtrack and tell Harley she didn’t mean it because she can’t stand the thought of hurting her, and she needs her to know that of course — of course — Ivy loves her. But she just can’t right now. “I’m not secretly in love with you! All right? I’m glad you don’t love me. I’m fucking fine.”

Harley opens her mouth like she’s about to speak, but closes it without making a sound. She doesn’t look hurt, necessarily. She looks… she looks disarmed, almost. Like she doesn’t know how to react.

“I’ll just—“ Harley swallows and jumps off the desk. “We’re fine, so I’ll just leave. Yeah?”

Ivy nods. “Fine.”

“Cool. Yeah.” Harley sort of smiles, but not really. She moves a bit slower than usual as she goes back to her bat and walks towards the door, and there’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop her and fix this somehow — because it’s not fine at all — but self-preservation wins in the end.

“Remember to lock the door on your way out.”

For a second, Harley almost looks like she may say something. And for a second, Ivy almost hopes she will. But Harley just nods and walks out, and when she hears the lock snap into place, Ivy knows she’s all alone with her plants.

Right where she belongs.

#harlivy #harlivy fanfiction #harlivy fanfic #poison ivy #harley quinn #fic

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dark-flamin-new-light · 2 years

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What if I married Emily Dyer from Identity V

"I was relaxing at home playing games, being myself. Until, I was pulled in a portal. As I fell through, my body changed, completely. Then, i realized how high I was and started screaming."

Tarius: AHHHHHHH!

Emma: Did you hear screaming?

Helena: I did, but where did it come from?

Emily: Up there!

"Emily pointed up to where I was as I was falling, I tried to break my fall but I hit my back against a broken part of building wall and left me injured"

Helena: OUCH!

Emma: That had to hurt.

Emily: May I count on you two to start decoding the ciphers while I heal and tell him about the situation?

Helena: Ok.

Emma: You can count on me.

Emily: All right.

"As Emma, Emily and Helena agreed on, Emma and Helena started decoding the ciphers, Emily came my way to heal me and tell me the situation they are in."

Emily: *Quietly* Mister, where are you?

Tarius: *Quietly* Over here.

"I wave my hand to let her know I was over in this direction. She rushed over to heal my injuries, my back hurts so much, I couldn't get up. I felt embarrassed."

Emily: Don't worry I can take care of your injuries.

Tarius: Thank you.

"As she healed me, I was able to look up at her and...

Look at this.... Angel sent from Heaven. I knew this lady had to be protected at all costs."

Emily: How are you feeling?

Tarius: A lot better than I was before the impact.

Emily: Ok good. Now may I ask you a favor?

Tarius: Of course.

Emily: We are trapped here and need to decode ciphers to get the password to escape but there a hunter going around stopping us from doing so, we need one more cipher before we can get the password to escape. Will you help us?

Tarius: Sure. That sounds easy.

Emily: Thank you, the cipher's right there.

Tarius: Ok, let's get decoding.

"As I was helping Emily decode the cipher"

Emily: By the way, I never catched your name.

Tarius: Tarius, Tarius Johnston.

Emily: Emily Dyer.

Tarius: It's a pleasure Ms. Emily.

"As the last cipher was decoded"

Tarius: Ok we know the password let's find that door.

Emma: Help!

Tarius: !!!

Helena: ???

"The hunter had Emma"

Tarius: Emily, put in the password, I'll save her.

Emily: Ok.

Tarius: Hey hunter!

Hunter: ???

Tarius: Solar flare!

Hunter: !!!

"The hunter was so blind he dropped Emma, so I ran and gave her a piggyback"

Tarius: You ok?

Emma: Thanks to you.

"She hugs my neck while I carry her"

Emily: Tarius! We can escape!

Tarius: What are we waiting for? Let's go!

"We all escape safely to a manor"

Tarius: Where are we?

Emily: A safe place.

"As I look around I sit down and relax"

Emily: Thanks for helping us.

Tarius: You're welcome.

Emma: Thank you for saving me.

Tarius: No problem.

"After a while, about 4 days later I had a match to get to but I ended up with a cold. But at the lobby..."

Emily: Where's Tarius? We have a match today.

Emma: Home maybe?

Helena: We have to forfeit.

"Even Naiad got worried"

Naiad: I forfeit too. I'm rather be fair than cheat.

Emily: Let's go find him.

"Later at my house"

Helena: Mr. Tarius? Are you here?

Tarius: Come upstairs. I'm in my room.

"As they walked in"

Emily: We have a match to get to. Everything alright?

Tarius: *Sneezes* I feel a little under the weather.

"Emily checks my temperature"

Emily: You have a fever! Your temperature is higher than it should be.

Naiad: Yikes that doesn't sound fun.

Tarius: Even the hunter got worried? Now I really feel bad now.

Naiad: Don't be. I rather play fair and square.

"It started to storm outside"

Helena: Oh no!

Tarius: Don't worry... I came prepared. Please help me move the 4 beds together.

"As we put the 4 beds together"

Tarius: I have a lot of food and drinks here if you're hungry or thirsty. A big widescreen 8k tv, and very soft pillows and blankets for us. We can watch a couple of movies, I heard the storm is going to last until tomorrow afternoon.

"As I look over at Emily healing Emma because she accidentally burned herself

I sensed a godly aura coming from Emily."

Tarius: My goodness that aura is so calming.

Emma: *Speechless*

"Then I look over to Helena"

It seems like even in our current situation, her spirits are high."

Helena: You ok?

Tarius: Yes. Just checking on you.

"Then I look over to Naiad...

She seemed worried about me the whole time since she found out I had a cold/fever. So I told her...."

Tarius: Don't worry miss, I will pull through. I had worse problems than this. This fever/cold won't keep me down for long.

"Naiad smiles after hearing that. Later at night, we were all about to sleep"

Tarius: Sorry for making you 4 worry about me.

Emily: It's ok. We were concerned about you.

"Emily lays down next to me and kisses me"

Emily: Now let's go to sleep, and I pray you feel better in the morning.

Tarius: Goodnight.

Emily: Goodnight.

#what if i married...#identity v #Emily Dyer #Helena Adams #identity v naiad #Emma Woods

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A continued rant of Breaking Dawn Part 2 - Part 1

Just so you know, I was SO CLOSE to finishing this post when Chrome fucking froze on me and I couldn’t get it going again and I couldn’t save what I’d worked on so far, so now I have to rewrite the entire thing from memory, love that for me. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tumblr didn’t want to save everything, though, so I had to split it up. Link to Part 2 is at the end.

Well, @diamondkissle and @edwardssparklyskin asked for it and it’s Christmas, so they shall receive. Happy Holidays, guys. I present to you my continued rant of Breaking Dawn Part 2. I will pick up where I left off in the last post, after Bella’s sparkle faint glimmer scene.

So, going straight into it, we got one of my bigger annoyances, and that is this right here:

Um, Carlisle, sweetie, what are you writing that down for?? You have?? Like?? Perfect Recall?? You’re probably gonna remember every single measurement by yourself for like?? Centuries?? Like Bella could ask you five hundred years from now what height Renesmee was at 4PM on Day 5 and you would be able to tell her??? From memory??? What is the notepad for??

Also the terrible CGI on those kids’ faces is just sad. I know they wanted all of them to look like the same child but they could have tried to find more kids who look similar to Mackenzie Foy instead of that obviously fake face replacement, since most of them only show up for literally only a second. Just yikes. I’m not adding screencaps of those here, you guys know what they look like.

One positive thing I will say is that I liked that they didn’t make Bella’s eyes go straight from red to gold, but instead used one or two hues in between until they arrived at gold, like this one during the snowflake-catching scene:

Then of course we have Irina snitching on the Cullens and Caius giving us his cringey but still iconic sarcastic “Hm?”, which just ... well, it is what it is.

And now. AND NOW. We’re going into one of my biggest annoyances of this movie, and I call it SCENES THAT WERE OBVIOUSLY SHOT IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT BUT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON NONE OF THE VAMPIRES SPARKLE.

Part 1.

For this we are heading up into lovely Alaska where Edward, Bella and Jacob are taking Renesmee to the Denali coven to ask for their support. Now, when Edward steps out of the car, you see that lovely halo around his hair?

Am I the only one who sees this and sees DIRECT SUNLIGHT? Like, if this were overcast his hair would not light up that much on the edges, right???

KATE IS EVEN FUCKING SQUINTING BECAUSE THERE’S SO MUCH LIGHT, HOW IS THIS NOT DIRECT SUNLIGHT????

WHY IS

THERE NO

SPARKLING????????

WE WERE ROBBED. We deserved to 1. get a proper sparkle scene of Bella in the first place and 2. see some of the other vampires sparkle as well. Where is my Alice sparkle scene??? My Esme sparkle scene??? My Emmett sparkle scene???

But yeah, let’s move on, right? Straight into SCENES THAT WERE OBVIOUSLY SHOT IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT BUT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON NONE OF THE VAMPIRES SPARKLE.

Part 2.

For this we’re heading over to sunny Cairo, where the sun may not be shining down directly on our characters, BUT my point still stands because of this:

You see that lovely light coming through the window? That’s direct sunlight, baby. And even coming through a window it should bounce off vamp skin at least a little bit and make it at the very least glimmer a bit, right?

And yet

Nada. Not even a faint glimmer. Fuck this.

Moving on, we got something that is not exactly a critique so much as an observation. So when we first meet Benjamin and when Benjamin first meets Renesmee, his eyes are very red, as expected.

But then later, when he declares that he will fight with the Cullens, should it come to it, his eyes look at little more orange to me.

Do you guys think that’s because he’s growing thirsty and they’re darkening, or do you think (which definitely would be interesting) that he hunted animals at least some of the time while visiting (which would go against Amun’s principles) and that’s why the eye color is slightly different?

Next up, the Volturi’s a bit strange interaction with Toshiro.

This is where we see Alec’s power for the first time and while I get that they wanted to visualize it for the audience, I feel like they could have done it differently and still gotten the point across without resorting to literal black smoke. Not sure I’m really happy with it, the way it looks.

One funny thing, though, is the fact that Aro looks like he’s offering Toshiro to join their Victorian goth metal band, lol.

Then we have another strange choice they made with this movie, and that is the way Alistair looks at Bella. Like, here we have him seeing her for the first time, and being quite antagonistic and hostile and a lone wolf

Flash forward to when Bella succeeds with her shield projection for the first time and we have him looking at her like this

Is it just me or does this scream more than just plain being impressed by her abilities? I mean, even though no two shields are exactly the same, they’re not super rare or anything, so why would he look at her like that? It’s weird.

And then of course we have this awkward interaction between them after she returns from her meeting with J. Jenks.

I know part of it is him believing she’s not being genuine about the whole situation with Renesmee and their impending confrontation with the Volturi, but to see him take so much interest in her when he literally doesn’t give a shit about anyone but Carlisle (otherwise he wouldn’t have come in the first place), is really, really odd to me.

Speaking of Bella, another thing that bugs me. When she drops off Jacob and Renesmee at Charlie’s on her way to her meeting with J. Jenks, it’s apparently okay for her not to wear brown contacts, even though?? She’s supposed to be?? Stealthy with Charlie?? If I remember correctly (and correct me if I’m wrong), she always wore brown contacts around Charlie in the book (and she does again later in the movie, too, where Charlie is the only one who doesn’t know she’s a vampire specifically), but here apparently it’s okay even though they’re clearly visible???

But then, when she meets with J. Jenks, who has never seen her before, she puts contacts in??? Even though JJ has no fucking clue gold isn’t her normal eye color?? Even though the Cullens run around humans with golden eyes all the fucking time because no one knows their human eye colors???

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

And speaking of the J. Jenks bit. I know they couldn't spend too much time on it, so they decided to do it in one fell swoop, and that's fine, but I still wish we could have gotten the whole part of her finding his office and talking to the guy on the street and everything. Bummer.

Next up, ah, Christmas. How fitting for today. xD So, the Christmas scene is another one that frustrates me a bit. I mean the whole Bedward giving Charlie tickets to go fishing out of town bit and him being like "You guys wanna get rid of me or something?" is quite funny. But like??? Seth and Leah are here, too??? And all we see of them is the back of their heads???

We don't even get a glimpse of them from the front??? Not a tiny bit of awkward conversation between Leah and Bella? Not one clever quip by Seth about anything?? We were robbed, I'm telling you, ROBBED.

This is the end of Part 1. Here is Part 2.

#breaking dawn #breaking dawn part 2 #bella cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #alistair #jacob black #renesmee cullen #aro #volturi #benjamin #denali coven

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25 Dialogue Prompts for Each Color of the Rainbow (Part 2)

Red 1) "How could anyone not like me? I'm perfect." 2) "Quick! They're coming, how do I look? Do I have anything in my teeth? Do I smell because I need to look perfect!" 3) "Wow, have you been working out, you look great!" 4) "Oh, this old thing? I just threw this on." 5) "You really think I'm beautiful?" 6) "I wasn't meant to be some little star. I was meant to be the sun." 7) "They haven't texted me since the date and it's been a week. What if they didn't like me? No, that's ridiculous, I'm wonderful. Something must've just happened to their phone." 8) "I'm going to die alone aren't I? Just me, some cats, and boxed wine. At least Real Housewives will always be there for me." 9) "They're obviously not looking for perfection because I'm right here." 10) "I'm not shopping at a thrift store, that's where poor people shop!" 11) "You had better change for the party because you're fucking high if you think I'm going to let you stand next to me while you wear that outfit." 12) "A gift? For me? Oh you shouldn't have! Oh...a book...wow...thanks. You, uh, really shouldn't have." 13) "Please be a loser somewhere else." 14) "I'm on a diet where I have to drink kale. If you value your life leave right now." 15) "I want this entire box of Kit Kats." "....the whole box." "NOW!" 16) "It's scary out there, I'm not coming with you to check out that noise." "Okay." "No! Wait, don't actually leave me alone." 17) "I am not a scaredy cat! I just don't like when things pop out at me or creep around in the dark or come within ten feet of me unless they're hot." 18) "I would never ever fall in love with you." "Okay, well, you're still holding onto me." "I just didn't want to get lost!" 19) "Wow, you're really strong. Like...really strong." "If you're that thirsty there's a water fountain right over there." 20) "God look at them. They look so good when they're sweaty. Oh fuck they're taking their jacket off." "You're drooling." 21) "Give me back the honey bun or I will scratch your eyes out." "You need to calm down." "You need to not tell me to calm down." 22) "Everyone keeps getting flowers and it's so annoying. Like, we have work to do, you shouldn't be worried about getting flowers. I hate flowers, I-" "I think there are some flowers on your desk." "Oh my god I love flowers! They're so pretty. Aww, I wonder who got them for me." " 23) "I think you're the most dramatic person I know." "That can't be true, I'm not dramatic." "You literally cried yesterday when no one noticed you got your hair trimmed like a centimeter." "It was a big difference from how it was!" "It was a centimeter!" 24) "My ideal home is one that's small but enough to have a family in." "They're such a fucking liar, their ideal home has to have mirrors everywhere, a double curved staircases so they can walk down dramatically, a maze in the backyard, a fountain in the front with a circular driveway, but then the road in is lined with trees because their dramatic and when you get to the gate it has their last initial on it." "Oh my god, you do listen to me!" "Unfortunately yes." 25) "Are you in love with me?" "What? No, I can't stand you." "You remember everything about me! You pay attention to everything I say and I can be very..." "Dramatic?" "Passionate about certain things. You hate it." "I don't hate it." "So you love it?" "We don't have to put a label on what I feel." "Yes we do. You love me!" "Fine, okay, I love you." "Really?" "Don't get all passionate right now." "I'm already planning our wedding in my mind."

Orange 1) "You're really cool, we should hang out sometime. Maybe you could watch me skateboard." 2) "You're always stressing yourself out, why don't you let me help you unwind?" 3) "It's just you, me, and this goat you told me not to get." 4) "You think hiding your snacks is gonna stop me from eating them? I'm like a bloodhound, I will sniff them out!" 5) "What do you think would happen if I snorted Cheeto dust?" 6) "Remember when you told me not to try to reach into the vending machine when my chips got stuck because my arm would get stuck in there. Well, the good news is I got my chips. Bad news is I wont be home for a while." 7) "You know how Gaston ate four dozen eggs every morning to help him get large? Okay, so that's bullshit because when I was a kid I tried to do that and I barely ate a dozen before I threw up." 8) "Oh, I'm an idiot? Because I think I'm fucking styling in these diamond studded crocs while I ride my razor scooter!" 9) "Oh, I always get a perfect score on any test I take. Everyone always thinks I'm cheating but the doctors say I've got something called an photographic memory where I only look at things once and I just remember it. Anyway, wanna see how many ants I can eat?" 10) "One time I got stung by a bee on the tongue because I wanted to see what it felt like." "Did it feel good?" "It did not." 11) "I used to think Bronchitis meant I was growing broccoli inside my lungs." "It doesn't mean that. When did you find out that it didn't mean that?" "Oh, um, like... a few days ago." "A FEW DAYS AGO?!" 12) "So, I did something." "What did you do?" "I should preface by saying I am not smart." "What. Did. You. Do?" 13) "Just shaved a cat to look like a lion with a mane." "That's so stupid, why would you do that?" "Why don't you look at the results first?" 14) "I beat all of Super Mario World and found every single secret." "When's the last time you slept?" "Last time I what?" 15) "Why are you all twitchy?" "I just mixed every energy drink from the gas station with pixie sticks." "Jesus, we're going to the hospital." 16) "I know eating cheese makes you constipated and everything, but like, how much cheese? I don't want to be constipated so what's the maximum amount I can eat without that happening." 17) "Don't freak out, but I'm in jail." "JAIL?!" "It's all a big misunderstanding!" 18) "Can I tell you something without you getting mad?" "You always ask me this and I always get mad." "Yeah, but like, maybe this time you could just...not get mad?" 19) "You are the human equivalent of the smiley face emoji." "Aww! Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment." 20) "You look like you eat sunshine and shit rainbows." "Actually I eat Lucky Charms. Well, just the charms actually with like a little bit of the lucky bit." "You're so positive it sickens me." 21) "I love Thanksgiving." "Yikes. Why?" "Because I get to have dinner with all my friends and family. There's no pressure to buy gifts or anything. We all just come together and appreciate each other." "I could put everything you've ever said on a Hallmark card." 22) "Do you know how much I love you?" "You send me every heart emoji before bed and end it with a kissy face with the words 'I love you' every night. I think I get it." "I'll start doing it every morning just to be sure." 23) "You know how in Inside Out there's all the different little people that represent each emotion?" "Yeah, I love that movie!" "Yeah, I think your Joy emotion person killed your Sad emotion person." "What? No! She wouldn't do that!" " 24) "You have to stop crying every time this scene in the movie comes up." "He thinks she doesn't love him!" "It's just Shrek. You've seen how it ends, you can quote it for fuck's sake!" "I know but he doesn't know right now!" "Oh my god." 25) "I swallowed the key to Person A's car." "Oh my god why would you do that?" "I thought it'd be funny but now I'm worried about it." "Oh now you're worried about it?"

Yellow 1) "I heard everyone survived, is that true?" "Yes, everyone's fine." "Pity." 2) "If being classy means being mean to everyone who's considered to be beneath you then I must be the classiest bitch in the whole fucking world." 3) "I don't think you're beneath me, I know you are." 4) "A piece of advice I'll give to you for free. Stay out of my way unless you'd like to be crushed under my foot." 5) "Hmm, I wonder which shoes I should wear to stomp on the dreams of others today." 6) "Don't cry on me, this jacket is worth more than your car!" 7) "Oh no, I won. Aww! And you wanted it so bad, didn't you?" 8) "You know, in duos it's usually one's the beauty and one's the brains but in our case I guess I really lucked out, didn't I?" 9) "Don't think for a second I'm interested in you, I'm only speaking to you because I have to." 10) "They took something that was mine. And now I have to kill them." 11) "I was scheduled to ruin someone's life today, but I guess I can save that for another time. Let's hang out!" 12) "I know that person, their significant other made my friend cry so I slept with their boyfriend/girlfriend and made them fall in love with me. I can't wait to be there when they tell them they're leaving them for me." 13) "You need good friends, people who will watch out for you and help you handle your problems." 14) "Listen here, you little shit, I've worked hard to get this perfect so if you fuck it up I will destroy everything you love." 15) "Oh, how cute! You think you're a threat to me." 16) "Next time you try to threaten me remember who you're dealing with. Because I don't do threats, I make promises. And when I promised I'd ruin your life I intended to keep that promise." 17) "Oh my god, here comes that insufferable bitc-Hi! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in forever, you look so good!" 18) "Oh, gag me with a fucking spoon. If I have to listen to you idiots try to talk and breathe at the same time I'm going to jump in front of a fucking bus." 19) "Move! I'll handle it just like I handle everything, with grace and vague threats." 20) "What do you mean they're in love with me? Did they say that word for word? Because you know I'm in love with them so if this is a trick it's not funny and I'll fucking kill you. Did they say that word for word?" 21) "I only have strengths I don't have weaknesses." 22) "They called me heartless? I'm not heartless! I'm nice. I'm so fucking nice. I'm going to prove how fucking nice I am and then they're going to look like an idiot for saying that!" 23) "Stop crying. You look fucking pathetic and you're not pathetic because I don't have pathetic friends. So keep your head up, bury your feelings, and act like the goddamn champion you are." 24) "Don't speak, you could make the town idiot feel like a genius." 25) "Stop acting like a loser or you're not allowed to stand next to me anymore."

Green 1) "Well, look at that, we're all alone. So, anything you wanna say to me? Anything you wanna do to me?" 2) "Of course I have sex for money, you think I'd just give all this away for free?" 3) "What do you mean I can't wear this to the funeral? It's my mourning crop top." 4) "How's my outfit?" "Hideous. You should shred it and then burn it just to be safe." 5) "Ew, what do you want?" 6) "I'm gonna need you to not stand next to me at this party, I don't want anyone thinking we came together." 7) "Does this make me look slutty?" "Not at all, it's very modest for you actually." "Ew, okay, I'm gonna go change." 8) "Why are you putting on glitter? We're going to a toddler's birthday party." "Look, if you wanna look like that that's your choice. I plan on looking like I hunt mythical creatures for a living." 9) "The robbers took everything in my house." "Yeah, but they left your clothes so what do you think that says about them?" 10) "I thought you hated the thrift store." "I did, I thought it was a very sad little place, but then I started designing my own outfit with all the decent things they sell and so now I love the thrift store." 11) "They broke up with you? You?! No, I don't think so. Come with me, we're going to fix you and you're going to show them what they're missing." 12) "They might have more money than me but I'm the one who has clear skin and the ability to not look like trash." 13) "A choker can be something that says it all. It can say 'I'm fun and I love hanging out with my friends' but it can also say 'I only have rough sex' you know?" 14) "You're not my type." "You haven't even turned around to see me." "Didn't need to. I could smell that cheap cologne/perfume from a mile away." "What is your type?" "Rich." 15) "What are you doing?" "Eating take out and watching porn." "What kind of porn?" "Bondage porn." "Oh, that kind of day, huh? Should I come over?" "No, I'll just try to sleep wit you." "You do that even when you're not sad." "Okay, you can come over." 16) "Where are you going with my keys?" "I've got to kill someone." "Okay, make sure you don't get blood on my seats." 17) "No, highlight yellow and highlighter orange are not real colors. Okay? Are you a hunter trying not to get shot or a construction worker? No, you're not. You're trying to seduce someone. So lets get rid of this monstrosity and find something that'll make your eyes look pretty." 18) "I love you very much and it's because I love you that I can say this. Please don't wear that outfit or you will embarrass me." 19) "You just kissed me." "Yeah, I did." "Why? Did I seem like I was drowning or that I needed mouth to mouth? Were you trying to kill a bug with your lips? Why would you kiss me?" "I like you. A lot." "Hahaha...wait, seriously?" "Why's that so hard to believe?" "Because I'm me, people don't like me, they just like looking at me." "Well, I like you. A lot. And if you like me maybe we could get some dinner later or something." "Okay!" 20) "Oh my god, is that a skort? I think I might vomit. Skorts are for children, not adults. Once you hit eighteen you are legally banned from wearing skorts unless you play tennis or something. Do you play tennis? No. I didn't think so. Burn that." 21) "Camo is disgusting and if I ever catch any of you wearing it we are no longer friends." 22) "Your shorts are a little too short." "Yeah? You like it?" "You're attracting a lot of attention." "But am I attracting your attention?" 23) "Oh, wow, that's a bright shade of yellow. Um, why don't we try a few different outfits for fun before we decide on that one, okay?" 24) "Hey, I came as fast as I could, where's the body?" "Actually, I called you for a--you came here prepared to hide a body with me?" "Of course I did, you're my best friend." "Aww!" 25) "I only have sex for free when I like someone, and for you, honey? It'll cost triple what I normally charge."

Blue 1) "I heard the pet store got new puppies and kittens, wanna go see them with me?" 2) "We should go ice skating!" 3) "I love having picnics with you, you always bring my favorite foods." 4) "I love spending time with you." 5) "I think I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." 6) "Are you cold? You can wear my jacket if you want!" 7) "I don't want any of that stuff. I just want you. I've always wanted you." 8) "I wonder what it's like to hug a cloud." "Your hands would go right through it." "Yeah, but I've always wanted to touch one." 9) "Is it okay if we stay a little longer?" "We can stay until close if you'd like." "I just really like looking at the fish." "I know." 10) "Could you hug me for like an hour?" "Yeah, okay, wanna watch a movie while we do that or?" 11) "We have to leave right now. The Easter Bunny is at the store up the road and they're doing pictures." "You're an adult." "Please!!!" "Fine. We can go sit on the employee dressed in a rabbit suit's lap." "Yay! Thank you!" 12) "You can't eat that much cotton candy, you'll make yourself sick." "But it's good!" "You'll get a cavity." 13) "Can we go to the fair?" "We're not riding the toddler rides again. People gave us so many dirty looks last year." "But what about the teacups?" "We can ride the teacups, but none of the other kid ones." 14) "Can we shoot fireworks this year?" "You hate the ones with loud noises." "Yeah, but I like looking at them." "I'll buy earmuffs for you." 15) "Can we paint the side room." "Sure, what color?" "I was thinking like maybe a purple or green. Maybe all the colors." "Like a rainbow room? Why would we do the whole room?" "It'd be fun, it'd be cute for a side room or an office, maybe a baby room." "Baby room?" "Maybe. I mean, if you like that idea." "I think it's a great idea." 16) "Can we get a dog?" "You're an adult, if you want a dog you don't have to ask me." "Yeah, but it's your house too so..." "Yes, we can get a dog. We can go to the shelter tomorrow." 17) "So, I was thinking maybe we could have our wedding during the spring or maybe the summer." "You have bad allergies during those times." "Yeah, but I was thinking we could get fake flowers and I could take some allergy medication and it could still look like a spring or a summer wedding." "I'll start looking at fake flowers." "I'll check venues." 18) "Why are you up so early?" "Look outside! It's snowing!!!" "And you woke me up so we could play in it?" "Uh huh." "One hour and then you let me go back to sleep." "I'll go get my gloves!!" 19) "We have to go to the zoo." "You hate the zoo, you said you don't like seeing animals in cages." "I know but the goats just gave birth to baby goats and they're finally letting them out to be pet today!" 20) "I dream about flying all the time but I never thought I'd actually get to do it." 21) "Thanks for tonight, I had a really great time with you. I hope we can do it again soon." 22) "We should move in together. I mean, if you want." 23) "I don't want to lose you, and it took me a while to realize but I know what I want now. Will you marry me?" 24) "I wouldn't trade you for all the gold, silver, gems, or all the most expensive things in the world." 25) "You really are the love of my life."

Indigo 1) "They're obnoxious and loud and stupid and I can't believe I'm in love with them." 2) "You may be a star but you'll never be as big a star as VY Canis Majoris." 3) "The most fucked up thing I ever learned was that Luna moths don't have mouths or a digestive tract because their sole purpose is to mate. So they live for a week and then die because they starve to death." 4) "I think you have more outfits than you have IQ points." 5) "Can you just stop doing...whatever it is you're doing for like ten minutes." 6) "God you're so annoying, just stop breathing. Please? Just stop." 7) "I wish I were a plant, I wouldn't have to talk or think or do all this shit. I'd just have to soak up sunlight, soak up rain, and take in carbon dioxide. Being a plant really is the fucking dream." 8) "Hey, I heard Person A broke up with you. That sucks. So, um, do you think I could get my Chemistry book?" 9) "Are you still upset about your break up with Person A? You shouldn't be, I've seen their family members, they don't age well. But, um, that neighbor of yours, the cute one, their family looks pretty good. And with your genes you two would have some above average looking children." "Thank you?" "You're welcome." 10) "You know, you're terrible at giving advice." "Yeah, well, I'm not used to being around other humans." "Maybe just say people. Calling other people humans is kind of...weird." "Noted." 11) "Do you want to come to a party with me tonight?" "To what? Drink, embarrass myself, have to listen to terrible music, and interact with people I don't even like?" "Yes." "Pass. I'd rather be here studying plants." 12) "Would you like to go out sometime, on like a date?" "Sure, I guess. You just set up the blind date and I'll do my best. Though, maybe you could find me someone who at least can carry on a conversation with me." "No, I mean would you want to go out on a date with me?" "With you? Why would you want to date me? Don't you have plenty of other options?" "I like you." "We wouldn't work out. You and I are too different. You are good looking and nice and deserve someone who's like you. You don't want someone like me anyways. Besides I'd bore you to death before the appetizers came out." 13) "I care about you." "You? Thought you didn't care about anyone." "I don't. Usually. But I think the reason I care so much is because I like you." "You like me?" "Yeah, it's um... it's a new feeling for sure." 14) "What they said back there. You're not a robot." "No, I am. They're right. It's hard for me to be like the others. I didn't grow up having friends so I didn't know what it was like to care about anything other than school or projects." "You care about me. You said you care about me. Is that true." "Of course it's true." "Then you're not a robot." 15) "You kissed me back there. Why did you do that?" "I was testing a hypothesis." "Oh yeah? What was your hypothesis." "You would kiss me back if I kissed you." "And the results?" "Well, if worked the first time. But a good scientists always checks their work to be sure, right?" "That's correct, yes." 16) "Have you ever kissed anyone?" "I've done a lot of things." "Have you had sex?" "Yes, but it was purely for research. I wanted to know what certain things felt like and what certain things would do for others." "Only you could manage to make sex sound so boring." 17) "Hey, I was--are you watching porn?" "I'm researching for an experiment." "What kind? You gonna see what happens when you put your hand down your pants to that?" "No, I was studying to see if I could tell the difference between a real orgasm and a fake one." "If you wanted to study that you could have just asked me." 18) "Do you think I should socialize more?" "Since when do you care what I think? You're the one with a billion degrees." "Well, you're better with people than I am." 19) "You're hugging me." "Yeah. It's what friends do, they hug." "It's, um, nice. I think." 20) "Yesterday I felt the urge to hug the mailman. Isn't that weird?" "Did you hug the mailman?" "No." "Then it's not that weird. Probably just your body telling you it needs to be touched physically, you know?" "What?" "You crave physical touch." 21) "I think I'm lonely." "Yeah, I think you are too." "Should I start dating?" "Do you want to date?" "Not particularly." "Then maybe just try getting friends." 22) "If I have to spend another evening with that idiot I might lose it." "Is this because they thought photosynthesis had to do with photography?" "Don't remind me." 23) "We're having dinner with my friends tonight." "They hate me." "They don't hate you, you're just smarter than all of them combined." 24) "I can't talk to Person A, they tried to ask me about plant cells and actually thought that I was talking about a cellphone made of plants." "They're not very good at Science, but they like you a lot an they're trying to find ways to talk to you. It's cute. You should give them a chance. Take them to a Science museum." "Like, the ones for kids?" "Yeah. They'll love it." "Fine, but if it starts to go bad I'm texting you to call me and say there's an emergency so I can get out of it." "As long as you give it a try." 25) "They're in love with you, you know? Why do you ruin all your chances at love?" "Because sometimes I'm not sure I'm capable of feeling it."

Violet 1) "You smell like desperation. That a new cologne/perfume or is that just you?" 2) "I'm not here to play nice, I'm here to protect your ass because you couldn't follow simple instructions!" 3) "God, you are so annoying. I can't believe I have to put up with you for six months." 4) "Get your shit, we're getting out of here. I'm not leaving you in this hellhole, alright? Pack your stuff, you're coming with me." 5) "Are we gonna be a family?" "Let's not call it that, let's call it I'm taking care of you for a while alright?" "For how long?" "For as long as you want me to." 6) "Are you gonna be my mom/dad?" "WOAH! No. Absolutely not. I'll be your guardian, okay? And it's only temporary." 7) "Goddamn it, kid, wake up! You can't annoy the shit out of me for months and make me care about you just so you can die like this. I'm not allowing it. Come on, get up, kid. If you get up I'll take you to that Funland place you wanted to go. Anywhere you wanna go. I'll be better to you. I'll...fuck! I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. I'll teach you how to ride a bike and be there for you when you do Science fairs and shit. I'll be your mom/dad." 8) "You're stupid trying to save me like that. You can't swim." "You never taught me how to." "Yeah, well, I'm gonna teach you when we get out of here." 9) "You're evil and manipulative and you're mean and I kinda love that about you, kid. You remind me of me. If you want a place to sleep and food you don't have to dig out of the trash you can stay with me as long as you want." 10) "Can I get a motorcycle?" "Absolutely not, kid. As long as I'm alive the only two wheel thing you'll be riding on is a fucking bicycle." "Well, can I get a bicycle?" "Yeah, we can steal you one later." 11) "You might be the most annoying person I've ever met in the world but I'd die for you." 12) "If you ever come near me or my family I'll fucking kill you. I will bury you in a shallow grave and leave you as food for the worms. Do you understand me?" 13) "You're not going to die here because I'm gonna protect you." 14) "Hey, you trust me don't you?" "Yeah." "Good, you're going to have to disguise yourself. And whatever you do keep your head down, don't talk, and don't let go of me, okay?" 15) "Hey short stack." "You came for me?" "Course I did, did you really think I'd leave you behind?" 16) "I'm coming with you." "You're not." "I am and you can't stop me." "I can handcuff you to that bench over there and leave Person A the keys." "...well I would appreciate if you didn't do that." 17) "Hey there, stranger, haven't seen you in a while." "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Is that really how you greet your best friend?" 18) "Out of my way." "You'll die if you go in there." "And you'll die if I don't go in there." 19) "I'm always gonna be here for you, you know that? 20) "Woah, what's wrong, why are you crying?" "You'll be leaving after this." "Come here, I'm not leaving you after this. I'm staying here with you. Did you really think I'd leave you here all alone? You can barely make toast." 21) "Hey, you can't run off like that again, do you hear me?" "Yeah, whatever-" "No! No, you don't get to whatever me about this. You could have fucking died out there. So you look me in the eye and you promise me you're never going to do that again!" "I-I promise I'll never do it again!" 22) "Look, I'm not your parent so I'm not going to tell you what to do, but that kid you're hanging around is bad news. I've seen their arrest record, you shouldn't be hanging around them. I know they're nice right now but people like that take advantage of nice. I would know. I used to be like them." 23) "I love you. More than anything in the world and that's why I train so hard. I have to train harder because now I have to be stronger. Because now I finally have something worth fighting for." 24) "You can't come with me. You're staying here." "I want to fight!" "You're sick. You need to stay here with Person A, take some medicine, and get some rest." 25) "Hey, watch your mouth, no one talks like that in front of my kid!"

#175 dialogue prompts #color prompts #25 prompts for each color #dialogue prompts #prompts #writer #write #writing prompts #fic prompts #fic inspiration #fic writing

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twinklecupcake · 3 years

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Hit with this idea at work and had to write it out.

After two weeks of silence, the girl asked for eggs.

Other words come gradually.

Dennis

Dennis is too young to be told the full story, too young to really understand all of it. All he'd been told, back when this started, was that there was a little girl living here (temporarily), and that she'd been taken away from bad people. People who didn't feed her enough, and who had put her to work. People who weren't very nice.

"Like James and the Giant Peach?" he'd asked his parents.

Johnny had nodded. "Yeah, exactly like James and the Giant Peach.”

He didn't see this other child very much, only at mealtimes. She apparently stayed under the desk in the lobby, but he wasn't allowed to see her when she was under there. Nobody was unless they were there themselves.

It wasn't until the day after the word "eggs" had left her mouth that he got to actually interact with her.

"Are you really a selkie?" he asked.

The girl jumped slightly, looking up from the floor. She'd moved away from the desk today, just by a foot or two, and was tracing patterns in the carpet. That looked boring. She stared for so long, he wasn't sure she'd answer. But then, slowly, she nodded.

"Oh. That's cool." He held out a peace offering of sorts - two coloring books, and a box of 64 crayons with a built-in sharpener. "Wanna color with me?"

Another pause. And then, in a raspy voice, "Yeah..."

Mavis

It was a little bit surreal, having a little girl here all of a sudden. But it was fine, Mavis was getting used to her.

And she had needed help, after all.

It was just. A bit odd. In a way she couldn't put her finger on.

During a slow hour, she looked down at the girl, who sat under the desk again. She had a coloring book this time - a "grown up coloring book," the kind with patterns and lots of smaller shapes. She was staring intensely as she colored a rose turquoise.

"You still okay down there?" Mavis asked.

The girl nodded, and with one hand she grabbed a strawberry from a box nearby. The rest of the family, hoping to get her eating more, had taken to allowing her to have a snack nearby at all times, so she could nibble on something when she wanted. Only two berries had been eaten in the past hour, but it was progress.

"Are you thirsty?"

A shake of the head.

"Okay... lemme know if you want something. Okay?"

A nod.

Half an hour went by. The girl was silent.

And then suddenly Mavis felt a tap on her foot.

"Yeah?"

The girl was staring up, looking anxious. "...can I have water?" she asked, her voice still small and raspy.

“Oh! Ah, yeah. Yeah, sure, let’s get you some water.”

Johnny

Dracula had actually been a bit surprised by how quickly Johnny accepted that this little girl was living (temporarily) here, and was a selkie. He'd been expecting to have to give some further explanation, or deal with some smart comments, but all the younger man had said after the fact was "Yikes. Poor kid." He'd brought it up the next day, only to get a slightly-frustrated look and a reminder that he had travelled extensively, he knew about fair folk and monsters and all sorts of other Good Neighbors, thanks, old man.

He'd also been surprisingly good with respecting the girl's space, with one slight exception.

"Miranda."

A headshake.

"Caitlin."

Nope.

Fortunately, the girl didn't seem to mind how he kept trying to guess her name.

She ate another spoonful of dumplings, shaking her head and smiling when he called another name across the table.

"Dinah."

No.

"Carlotta."

"Johnny, would you let her eat before-"

"That's... wrong, too..." the girl rasped around her food.

The shocked silence lasted a good few seconds before Ericka tapped her arm. "You can't talk with your mouth full, honey."

"Yeah, Daphne."

"It's not Daphne..." That time there was even a giggle.

Ericka

"There. How's this?" Ericka leaned back with her hands on her thighs, looking down at the girl in her new clothes. They were still a bit big on her, but it was better than what she'd been wearing when she'd first arrived.

The first few days she'd been in one of the spare, child-sized hospital gowns from the infirmary. After that, she'd worn either Ericka's or Dracula's shirts, carefully pinned up with wooden clothespins. Those were only temporary solutions, of course, the girl needed a wardrobe for herself.

The first outfit, the one she had on right now, had come from online shopping.

"It's kinda big," Ericka muttered, tugging one of the sleeves. "When you're feeling up to it, we'll take you to town and shop properly, okay?"

The girl nodded, but she didn't seem to mind. She kept pulling her long sleeves, looking down at the dress she was wearing. A tiny ghost of a smile kept flickering across her face. So at least she was happy.

"You'll have to tell us your favorite color," Ericka went on, ruffling the girl's hair as she stood up. "I don't think those dark colors suit you."

"...green."

"What?" Ericka froze momentarily.

"I like...greens. An' blue. An' yellow..." the girl whispered.

"...okay. Okay, yeah- yeah, we'll look for those colors!"

Dracula

He's sure the girl has made some progress.

The girl is eating at a more reasonable pace now, no longer picking at food that she leaves half on the plate anyway. She's making eye contact. She's starting to smile. She loves her new clothes, she colors with Dennis, laughs when Johnny gets her name wrong for a fifth time a day. She listens to Ericka and Mavis, stays near them and whispers when she wants something. She still has a ways to go, he knows this and the child therapist warned him, but she's getting better.

She sits on the floor under the desk, right next to him, stapling more papers together. There's also a coloring book with crayons, and a plate of donut holes to snack on. She's already eaten half.

He can hear her humming quietly under her breath - "It's good she's humming or singing," Ericka had said once. "She's feeling happier."

"Hey, Girl," he gently calls down. She looks up. "I'm switching with Mavis in a half hour. Do you want to stay here, or come with me?"

She scrunches her face and thinks.

"You don't have to decide now. Just think on it, yeah?"

She nods.

He faces the room again. "If you stay here, Mavis is bringing a list of names with her. Apparently Johnny thought of twenty more in he middle of the day and asked she try them on you."

"....Aislin."

The voice is so quiet that for one second he doesn't realize she spoke. It's another second until he realizes exactly what she's just said. Even so, he slowly looks back down, slightly slack-jawed. "What did you say?"

The girl has paused in her stapling, looking up a bit anxiously. But then: "My name's Aislin... But you can't tell Johnny... okay?"

"...okay."

She smiles, and goes back to her coloring.

Throughout the rest of the night, she tells everyone else her name, too.

#hotel transylvania #aislin #selkie au

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thewizardessarchive · 3 years

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Event Story Gedonelune Costume Party (Gedonelune All Stars)

Taffy: "Attention, attention! Me have a good news!"

Taffy: "The Gedonelune Costume starts today!! Yay! Everyone put on costume! Fuuun!"

Taffy: "Me want to see what they dress up as..."

???: "Taffy? What are you doing here?"

Taffy: "Hmm? That sounds like--"

Taffy: "Eeek!"

Taffy: "Poliiiiiiiice! Me didn't do anything bad!"

Elias: "Calm down. It's just a costume--"

Taffy: "Me innocent! No arrest me, please!"

Elias: "Taffy, wait! ...He ran off..."

Taffy: "*Pant* ...Me safe here... ooph!"

???: "Oh!"

Taffy: "Sorry! Me didn't mean to bump into you."

Joel: "..."

Taffy: "Ah! You're a...a..."

Joel: "You can be my meal. I'll suck your blood."

Taffy: "Eeek!"

Taffy: "A vampire! No! Me tastes awful!"

Taffy: Me stuffed cotton!"

Vincent: "Come on, Joel. Can't you see you're scaring the little guy? Show some pity."

Joel: "i didn't think he'd react like that."

Taffy: "*Whimper*..."

Vincent: "Speaking of which, you're really getting into character, aren't you."

Vincent: "I'll suck your blood? ...Hahahah!"

Joel: "Shut up. MC insisted it was a great way to improve my acting role..."

Joel: "...so I thought, why not try it out once."

Vincent: "*Snicker* Sure."

Joel: "Stop laughing, Vincent."

Taffy: "Hmm."

Vincent: "Mmm? What's wrong, Taffy?

Taffy: "What are you, Vincent? Pirate?"

Vincent: "Yup. That's right. Good guess."

Taffy: "Pirates cool!"

Vincent: "Thank you."

Taffy: "I was too scared but Joel outfit pretty cool too!"

Joel: "..."

Taffy: "Now me wanna see everyone else's costume!"

Vincent: "Leon's right over there. Why don't you go say hi?"

Taffy: "Leoooooooon! See you!"

Taffy: "Leooooooon!"

Leon: "Hi Taffy."

Taffy: "Your costume, Leon?"

Leon: "It's a traditional outfit from Hinomoto called a somegi. That's about all I know though."

Leon: "How about you, Taffy?"

Taffy: "Me not a costume. Me is always like this."

Leon: "Oh."

Leon: "I bet MC would look cute if she dressed up like you."

Taffy: "Oh, a Taffy costume? Awww Taffy costume sound cute!"

Leon: "*Chuckle*..."

Leon: "I'll have to mention the idea to her."

Taffy: "Yay! Taffy and Taffy MC! Me super excited!"

Leon: "See you later, Taffy."

Taffy: "Bye-bye!"

???: "There you are."

Taffy: "Hmm? Uh-oh no--"

Klaus: "I hope you realize Randy has been searching all over for you."

Taffy: "Ooh! Detective Klaus!"

Klaus: "Not just any detective..."

Klaus: "...the world's greatest detective."

Elias: (It's a surprising how seriously Klaus takes this kind of thing.)

Klaus: "I didn't realize you were here, my brother."

Elias: "Uh... uh-huh."

Klaus: "So you're a police officer and I'm a detective? Not a bad pairing."

Klaus: "Let's get going. we need to make sure none of the other students are getting out of line."

Elias: "Yes, sir!"

Taffy: "Yikes. Officer Elias and Detective Klaus super scary."

Taffy: "Me too nervous. Me couldn't say anything... Now me thirsty."

Yukiya: "Need something to drink?"

Taffy: "OH! Hey Yukiya! Juice for me?"

Yukiya: "Uh-huh."

Taffy: "Yay! Happy happy!"

Taffy: "*Glug, glug* ...Phew!"

Taffy: "Yum! Thank you!"

Yukiya: "I'm glad you liked it."

Taffy: "What costume are you wearing?"

Yukiya: "I'm a bartender."

Taffy: "OH! It look great in you!"

Yukiya: "Thanks."

Taffy: "Hmm."

Yukiya: "What? Is something wrong?"

Taffy: "Now me want to dress up too!"

Yukiya: "Yeah? Then why don't you?"

"Okay, but what should I dress up as?"

Yukiya: "How about a rabbit? I bet you'd look cute."

Taffy: "Great idea, Yukiya!"

Taffy: "Me liked Vincent's eye patch. Maybe Taffy bunny with an eye patch!"

Taffy: "That's it. Me need to go find a rabbit costume!"

Yukiya: "Okay. Be careful."

Taffy: "Later, Yukiya!

Taffy: "Heheheh. Me dress up really cute, then Master give me lots of praise!"

Taffy: "Just you wait and see, Masteeeeerrr!"

#wizardessarchive #wizardess heart #group event #klaus goldstein #elias goldstein #taffy (wizardess heart)#leon (wizardess heart)#yukiya reizen #vincent knight #joel crawford #Gedonelune Costume Party

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thesantamonicatimes · 3 years

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the gospel truth

The weekly catch up on the latest scoop around Santa Monica. Brought to you by: Gossip God. All complaints, whining, and inquiries can go to Gossip God’s inbox at P.O. Box 7777. They will be posted on Thursday prior to Thirsty Ask Thursday.

this week’s headlining question: What do Sunwoo, Parker, & Eric all have in common?

Causing a shit storm of course! Sure, Parker: the Pioneer of all Chaos, has let his dramatics simmer down, hell, last we checked he fled Santa Monica for a hot second (yikes!)! Meanwhile Sunwoo’s Squad Stew is boiling over thanks to their holiday shenanigans. Although Kian went all feral and bit him. Sunwoo might want to consider taking a trip to the doctor for a rabies shot. (How’s Jack doing by the way?) As for Eric...it seems that the consequences of his actions are blowing up in his face as his good pal, Maverick the menace has entered the chat and has none other than hooked up with Sooyun. It’s situations as these that make ol’ GG question the morals of today’s culture as it seems that bro code and girl code no longer exist amongst today’s youth.

Sources say, however that Sunwoo may have a glimmer of hope, a liaison if you will, through the devilishly flirtatious Brandon and the sweet, kind soul of Minjoon. With their connections to both Jae-sang and Kian, there could be some hope into saving the friendship of the Pico Three. The question is...will they go for it or will Brandon simply turn the other asscheek towards Jae and “Kiki”?

Word on the street!

Lexa’s retaliation in the form of booze with the infamous Kellen the cryer--I mean tattoo artist--is surely a twist of events. If it doesn’t get Eric’s attention, it’ll surely capture Gracie’s eye, am I right? Izzy, come get your siblings!

Who is Chul and why is Santa Monica ready to gobble him and swallow him??? Stay tuned as we keep an eye on this new, elusive young bachelor. However, he might not be single for long as he’s seemingly close to Mimi.

AJ has been spotted at his Ocean Park beach house doing some remodeling and decorating. Seeing the time of month it is, we definitely know for sure that Ivy’s birthday is coming up. Sounds like a party is in order and when there’s a party: there’s drama.

Kyla gets roasted for the first time in months! Why you may ask? For blocking the path way at the grocery store to tie her damn shoe. Can you believe this is what she’s in for?! GIRLLLLL.

Let’s all aspire to be like Vito and Verity who have successfully avoided any major scandals so far this year. Sure, we’ll throw in Blaine and Izzy too, but we’re keeping our eye out for them....

#smrp:tat #the gospel truth #lemme know if I missed anything

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thefranciscotts · 4 years

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The Feast & Fortress

Today being o Domingo (Sunday) we were invited for lunch at Uncle Rui & Ida and she did not disappoint with an incredible feast once more. Jason has already offered me up as kitchen help for a few months so I can learn 😂. We also met Gisela & her husband Sergio and was good to see I could understand bits and pieces of what they were saying. One of the things people say often is Estás com sede? Are you thirsty? Then you glass gets topped up with some more sangaria or you get another fino which is a small glass of beer lol. After lunch we took a drive to see a fortress up in Setúbal. This place was incredible dating back to 12th century and walls 6m thick. There was a place we had a drink up top and admired the beautiful view of the bay & peninsula. Serg led the way with the kids in his convertible and we took a scenic route around the city stopping again for some refreshments at an old washroom where woman from the village would gather to do their washing and gossip which has now being turned into a restaurant - sim, estou come sede! The new guy for the car stood us up (what is going on here !) so uncle Rui took us back to our air bnb and we chilled reading books (Nat on her kindle everyone else catching up on their phone as we can’t work the tv 🙈) and listening to seagulls fight. The guy for the car says he will meet us tomorrow so let’s see! We have extended our stay by 2 days now and we have to get this car else our furniture will arrive before we do yikes )

#2020 #portugal #lisbon #sétubal

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deez-no-relation · 5 years

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this is such a weird nuanced situation. i honestly found out about this 20 min ago and i've been scrolling thru the discourse here and just! i'm not even sure what's happening (i didn't even know anna's name either) i feel like everything is contradicting itself. if he wasn't excited about the baby, he probably wouldn't talk about it? i'm not even saying his supposed tone in the tweet, i'm saying the tweet as a whole, in general, it even being posted in the first place?! (1/2)

(2/2) the age gap is... iffy... but honestly i'm a Thirsty Hoe and younger than anna anyway, but it just seems so sudden? so strange? i know nothing about her. i don't even know her last name. i guess she has an instagram? idk it. maybe it is a genuine relationship but... so strange man i can't even. i wonder how lily's feeling, if i were her i'd be so weirded out - a new baby sibling with a "step-mother" who she could probably party with? lol yike

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Her instagram is anna_lundgrens, but it’s private. I checked it out yesterday.

Also you might find if you scroll down (or maybe not; lots of posts today) that someone who follows this blog works in PR and suggested he might be trying to “get ahead” of the situation by posting about it before it could get leaked the way Anna’s video got leaked.

#michael sheen tea #Anon #ask

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shurisneakers · 6 years

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espresso [2]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning: swearing

A/N: this is my entry for the ethereal @bithors writing challenge! huge thank you to @samingtonwilson, queen of everything, for beta-ing this fic and adding her magic to it. ily sam taal.

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 1 || Espresso Masterlist

If you could narrow your times of intense regret to two main circumstances, one would be when you allowed Bucky and Rebecca to convince you that a roller coaster ride after scarfing down funnel cakes was a great idea and the other would be the precise moment your alarm clock shook the walls of your bedroom an hour earlier than usual after a night of drinking.

You hadn’t realized how early Bucky had to wake up to go to work until the morning you experienced the latter circumstance. The constant slump in his shoulders the days he had work and the dark circles under his eyes suddenly made more sense.

You grudgingly tugged on a hoodie and leggings and left a note for Natasha on your way out saying that you wouldn’t be there for breakfast.

Stepping out into the crisp, cold air would be great on another day but all you could feel today was Jack Frost’s wet dream. Campus wasn’t completely deserted and you could see people looking more lively than you did, forcing your already unpleasant mood to shift into a mix of anger and jealousy.

You walked briskly to the coffee shop, sighing in relief when you pushed open the door and were finally enveloped in the familiar smell that every coffee shop smelt like. Fucking coffee.

Bucky was behind the counter, his back turned to you as he pressed a few buttons on a machine and leaned on the counter while it filled up the cup. As he looked up for a second, his eyes spotted you standing near the doorway.

A smile grew on his face as he beckoned you over, “Gimme five minutes, I’ll be right over. Go have a seat if you want.”

“How are you so confident that I came here to talk to you?”

“Oh, sweetheart-“ he tilted his head at you, “- we all know how much you hate the coffee here.”

“Well, everything here tastes like a discount version. It is morally wrong to drink this soulless donkey piss.” You made a disgusted face when you thought of the last time you put that shit in your mouth. Never again.

“Not everyone can afford Starbucks every day like some people I know, Mario,” he sang, putting a lid on the cup before handing it to the guy who looked like he could use a couple of years’ worth of sleep.

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t know if he realized that his comment stung a little more than expected.

“Besides, you’ve never tasted my coffee.”

“Oh? You’re telling me your coffee can redeem this hell joint?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t redeem it. I make it what it is.”

“So… a complete failure?”

“Like you? Nope,” he fired back, making you laugh. “Do you want something or nah?”

“Give me my regular. You know how I like it.”

“Coming right up.”

You took a seat in the booth near the window, sliding in all the way until your shoulders were leaning on the glass. There was dew on the leaves of the fake plants outside while the logo of the coffee shop was starting to peel off. You couldn’t say you didn’t aid the small scratches inching away at the giant sticker.

As you waited for him, your fingers pulled at the loose threads in the musty couch, while your eyes remained trained on him as he moved around to make your order.

His hair was shoved under a black baseball cap and he wore a grey t-shirt that was covered by the apron. You knew there was an engineering joke on that shirt, some geeky thing that he was unnaturally proud of.

You watched as he scribbled something onto the cup, biting his lip in concentration. Probably his nickname for you.

As he continued to shuffle around, you let your eyes close for maybe a few more seconds of sleep. You had Strange’s class in the morning, followed by Foster’s. Blergh.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” he asked as he slid onto the couch opposite to you.

“I just don’t get how you can do this every morning.” You opened your one eye to look at him. In front of Bucky was a to-go cup with Mario written across the front.

“I don’t really have another option.” He shrugged, pushing your cup forward. You took it with a sigh, feeling the warmth immediately creep into your skin.

“So what’s your master plan, barista boy?” You tipped the cup back, sipping on the hot liquid. He was right. It was kinda great.

His eyes flitted to the cup in your hand before looking at you again. “It’s pretty simple, really.”

“Do enlighten me.”

“I know a couple of guys. I send you on blind dates with them. If you like any of them, go for it,” he said nonchalantly, shrugging.

“That’s all?” You took a pause from drinking to narrow your eyes at him. “You woke me up at this ungodly hour to tell me that you’ll set me up with a few guys?”

“Damn, don’t sound so excited and grateful, I can’t handle it,” he muttered, sending you a smile.

“C'mon, James. I know you can do better than that. Even Nat could set me up with guys.”

“Yeah, but can Nat make you the best damn coffee you’ve ever had?”

“Nat can do everything,” you answered without batting an eye. “I mean it. You ever seen that girl write? Shit, I’d date her just for the love letters she could possibly write me.”

“Point taken. Isn’t her film festival coming up? How’s she handling that?”

“Incredibly well. She’s sleeping a maximum of four hours a night and is running on nothing but Gatorade and spite.”

“Great.” His eyes shifted to the cup again, before looking back at you.

“What did you do?”

“What?”

“What did you do to my coffee cup? You keep staring at it.” You opened the lid to look inside, praying that you wouldn’t find a dead lizard or something.

“Nothing! I swear I didn’t do anything,” he said defensively, leaning back with his arms surrendering.

“I promise,” he added when he noticed your look wasn’t faltering.

“Alright, Barnes. Coming back to the topic at hand-” you waved around between the two of you. “I know you can do better than that.”

“What more dost thy thirsty ass wanteth?” Bucky asked, smirking when you rolled your eyes.

“How many dates are you planning for me?” you asked after a pause.

“Five. Why?”

“What if I don’t like all five?” you raised your eyebrow, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Are you questioning my matchmaking skills?”

“What credibility do you have, really?”

“I watched two seasons of The Bachelorette,” he said, making you choke on your drink. “I’m like, a certified Tinder employee.”

“My original question still stands.”

“If you don’t like all five, you don’t like them. That’s about it?”

“That’s so boring,” you whined. “Make it interesting.”

“Jesus, Mario,” he exhaled. “Okay, fine. Here’s the thing.”

“Ooooh, shits-“

“Say ‘shit’ one more time in plural and I’m leaving.”

“Shit-“ you said, making him nod. “-s,” you added under your breath.

Either Bucky ignored you or he didn’t hear you, but either way, he continued, “If you don’t like any of those five guys, I’ll do one thing you want me to do. It can be anything.”

“Holy shits-“ he glared at you but you continued, “-If I asked you to strip your pants and walk around campus?”

“Yikes, but yes.”

“Do my homework for a month?”

“If I understand any of it, sure.”

“Tell me who the love letter you wrote years ago was to?” you asked deviously, making him freeze.

“What makes you think I still remember it?”

“So it was a love letter! Gotcha, you liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“Jesus Christ. How old are you again?”

“Irrelevant, move on. Will you tell me who it is to or not?” you waved off his question quickly, moving to the more pressing matters.

“I still don’t get why you want to know so bad, but yes. I’ll tell you,” he gave up, throwing his hands up. “But what if you like one of them?”

“Isn’t that a win, win? You get to keep your amazing matchmaking reputation and I get myself a guy.”

“Alright. Fine. You got yourself a deal.”

“Deal,” you affirmed, finishing what was remaining in the cup before reaching across the table to shake his hand firmly.

You pulled back soon after, gathering your phone and wallet, leaving him a five dollar bill on the table before he could argue. You adjusted the bag on your shoulder before giving him a short wave and a smile before wishing him a good day and walking out the shop in a slight hurry. You were already kinda late for class.

He sighed, picking up your empty cup and toyed around with it, reading the words he had written on it. He genuinely wondered how you didn’t see the letters in black ink across the front, but before he could worry too much about it the bell above the doorway rang, signalling the arrival of another customer.

Making his way back to the counter hurriedly, he threw the cup into the dustbin before sliding under the counter and jumping back up again to greet the next person with a bright smile.

“Hi. Could I have a grande soy cinnamon no-foam, half caf, extra shot caramel macchiato?”

‘I fucking hate this job,’ Bucky thought, smiling and nodding to the customer in front of him.

PART 3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky fluff #bucky angst #college!bucky #college!au #college!bucky x reader #kumis5kchallenge #espresso fic

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aizawasbedtimestories · 6 years

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spoopy request!! how about shouta getting hit by a quirk that turns people into monsters for like 3-5 days and he's,,, a vampire :') since he got hit he's had a craving for blood but tries to hold it in till it wears off but he becomes so desperate he asks his s/o if he can have some of her blood when she walks in on him struggling and she's like sure

( I need to edit here because tumblr mobile is like, urgh, it just works against me. Imma edit it again when I am at home but yikes rn)

Scenario was later specified! Hope you enjoy, I kind of wrote it in the train again and I have a feeling that writing so little in the last 4 weeks really kinda made me a bad writer but I still wanted to write a bit >-

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With a loud groan, Shouta sunk deeper into the desk chair, closing his eyes as his black strands of hair fell into his face and tickled his nose.

In every aspect, his situation sucked. He had done what he could to avoid getting hit by this specific quirk but no one expected the villain to be quite so lively. With the last bit of strength he had made sure that Shouta got his payback for catching him and now, everything sucked for the hero.

While everyone was very understanding, the principal had ordered him to stay home for the time he needed to have the effects go down and even his agency had made him take some time off. In reality, they were just worried that the effect of being a vampire would make him into a dangerous being for students and civilians alike.

Sadly, they weren‘t totally wrong.

Of course, he had kept eating normally, needing the nutritions too. He also drank normally but somehow, there was a weird taste on his tongue that made him thirsty for something special.

No tea, no energy drink and no water had satisfied this specific thirst, even though by now he had drank about a gallon of each. But no matter what, it wouldn‘t pass and it seriously affected him. He felt very much at a loss of energy and even more moody than usual.

But up until now he hadn‘t figured out what was wrong with him. Nevertheless, his s/o had told him she‘d come over since he was practically grounded, so he wouldn‘t be so alone. That was something to look forward to and peering out from under his hair, he watched how the clock slowly moved towards the time of their meeting.

He must have fallen asleep on some point - no wonder since he couldn‘t find any sleep at night -, because the next thing he knew was the sound of keys jingling as someone opened the door. „Shouta?“ he heard his s/o‘s voice call out, and he only gave a grumble in return. „Geez, why are you sitting in the darkness like a bat and stiff like a dead body…“ she complained, flipping on the light switch.

The brightness hurt his eyes, which made him sit up immediately, hiding his sensitive sight from it with his body. „I took a nap,“ he replied.

Suddenly, he felt himself being hit by a very strong smell and instinctively he looked at his s/o, who was unpacking something from her bag while humming a pop-song. For a second he had a feeling as if she had just unpacked something to eat. Meat or fish, but he realized much faster that it wasn‘t anything to eat per se, but the smell being from his s/o directly.

„Do you… have a new perfume?“ he asked, it being the first thing that came to his mind. „Huh?“ she replied, thinking about his question for a few seconds before adding, „No, not really. Same as always.“

He didn‘t say much to it, so she just continued unpacking her bag, not giving him too much attention.

Certainly, she couldn‘t help but flinch when suddenly, he was right behind her, leaning against the table before her and effectively trapping her from behind. „You smell amazing today,“ he purred into her ear, running his nose along her hair and down to the nape of her neck. The burning in his throat had become much more intensive since before and he felt the urge to taste her skin.

His s/o felt herself blush as he kissed along her shoulder and neck, one after the other getting more intimate and initiating than before. She could feel herself sigh against his touch and wanted to lean back into him, when she felt a sharp sensation against her neck.

„Shouta, what are you doing?“ she asked, her body tensing noticeable. He himself immediately got a grip on himself, pushing his body away from her. With his hand covering his mouth he took some deep breaths, trying to clear his mind, as a mad blush covered his whole face.

„[Name], I am so sorry, I don‘t know what just happened,“ he tried to explain, staring at her neck in horror as he could observe the small teeth marks. She lifted one of her hands, brushing over said marks, and feeling it with her fingers. „Did you just want to bite me?“ she asked again, a bit of disbelieve in her voice as she stared back at him. He gulped hard at her question.

For a second he could visibly imagine how it would feel to bite into her flesh, suck on the wound and feed on her blood. Even if he didn‘t want to believe it, he couldn‘t deny the vampire urges that were telling him their needs. „Shouta, wha-“ she cut herself off, approaching him and tearing down his hands, revealing the two fangs his lips had hidden so long.

„Oh. My. God,“ his s/o proclaimed, taking a step away from him.

„You wanted to bite me.“

„[Name], maybe you should leave for today. I don‘t know what‘s going on either, I-“ this times it was he who was interrupted as she took a step closer again and pressed her finger against his lips. „Did the quirk turn you into a vampire?“ she asked and Shouta bit his own lip in response, the fangs hurting himself quite a bit.

„It did!“ she whispered excitedly. There was a sudden spark in her eyes and she cupped his face into her hands in amazement. „Does that mean you need to drink blood?“ his s/o started to question him. She kept on tracing his lips with her thumb, effectively making it hard to speak as well as keeping his cool while the smell of her blood intensified.

„I-I guess…“ he managed to stutter, the burning in his throat raising into his head as his whole body demanded more of what he had started before. With her basically fishing him, she was the only thing on his mind and it was hard to resist the urge to lay her down onto the table and bite into the delicate skin of hers.

„You know you could ask~“ his s/o suggested, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she could she the twitch in his face as he considered what she had just said. Certainly, it still felt wrong to him to ask for something so absurd, but on the other hand, with everything his lover tempted him with, it got harder to resist by the second.

„I really shouldn‘t. I don‘t know if I can stop…“ he whispered, his body leaning in to her, arms wrapping around his s/o‘s waste. His tired eyes were gleaming michiviously and focusing onto her neck while his mind still foughts in it‘s own haziness. „You can‘t help it, Shouta,“ his s/o reassured, tangling her own arms around his neck and giving him more access to her body.

„Just this one time,“ she murmured, breathing in audible at the touch of his lips against the thin skin, goosebumps spreading along her arms and back.

„Just this one time…“ he repeated before placing a last, sane kiss onto her neck.

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha writing blog #bnha headcanons #boku no hero academia #shouta aizawa #bnha fanfictions #mha #my hero academia

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alittleranting · 6 years

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Yoonseok (Sope) Fanfic

So yeah hey see who had this on her laptop for almost a month and forgot to post it... So here you go, boo. @mysticalkpopper

You hear the rain pouring outside. Great.. really great, it's raining... What am I gonna do now? You'd planned to meet with your best friend Namjoon to have a BBQ. His little brother Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung also wanted to join you. But the guys were whining about the rain and cancelled it. Now you're just sitting in your living room, starring out of the window and whining yourself.. You let out a deep sigh and fall onto your sofa. You closed your eyes and think about that party you read about on a flyer. Initially you didn't wanted to go but it's your best option at this point. At least something you could look forward to. You decided to call your sister, maybe she has some time to come over. You dial her number: "Dawon?"

"Hey Hoseok, what's up?" "The guys cancelled and now I'm bored... Wanna come over?" "Sorry, but no I have to work the late shift today.. " "How come? You never have the late shift, unless..." "Bingo. My coworker bailed out because he wanted to go to a stupid party." "I actually thought of going to on myself..." "Mh ok, have fun then. Listen I have to go back to work but tomorrow I'll come over ok?" "Sure, see ya." "Bye." Dawon ended the call and you put your phone back on the coffee table. Another deep sigh leaves your mouth. You get up and drag yourself into the bathroom. A hot shower is probably the right thing with that unpleasant weather. After you finished you waddle to your bedroom. Still naked you stay in front of your closet. The hell should I wear? I have just too many clothes.. Yikes. Ripped jeans, a green button shirt and your new Balenciaga shoes probably will do it. It was still pretty early so you just put on your clothes and sat back down on your sofa. You scrolled through social media when you get a text from Namjoon.

"Hey Hobi what are you doing?" "Nothing really. I dressed up and think of going to that big party later. U?" "I went to a friend because he wanted my advice on his clothes. Guess he wants to go to the same party. But his type of clothes really aren't my style so I cant really say anything...." "Haha need my help?" "Technically yes but I can't just take pictures of him and send them to you.." "I mean TECHNICALLY you could." "Hobi you know I don't do stuff like that!" "Yeah yeah I get it. Then have fun playing dress up." "Thanks...."

Pfft.. Joon can play dress up with someone but won't grill a fucking steak with me. Guess I have to life with a fake ass bitch as my best friend. AND then he doesn't even send me pictures of that boy. Like come on maybe he has a cute ass.. I WANNA SEE!!!! Damn lucky noone can read your mind.. Your dramatic ass would be so embarrassed.

You take a look on your watch. In a while you could start walking to the location. You would still be one of the first there but then you can get a seat at the bar. You went into the bathroom to put on light make up and check yourself out for the last time. Grabbing your wallet, phone and keys you leave your apartment. You let google maps guide you too your destination and to your suprise there already is a queue. Nontheless you didn't have to wait long. You show your ID to the bouncer and get to enter the club. The room is huge and just a few people stand there in groups and are talking. The music isn't really loud yet so the atmosphere is rather relaxed. Just as planned you got a seat at the bar. You settled in and ordered a beer. After your third beer the club was pretty full, all those people were enjoying themselfs but you sat there alone. You started regretting coming on your own but after today you didn't wanted to mope anymore. Hesitantly you scoot down from the bar stool and make your way to the dance floor. As you start moving with the rhythm you feel you're in your element and lose yourself in the music. You don't even know for how long you danced when your bladder practicly screams at you. You drank six beer by now and your tolernace isn't high at all so you're pretty dizzy and waver to the restroom. Once you're there you look in the mirror. "Wow I look tousled." "Nah, you look pretty cute." A guy you didn't know showed up behind you and playfully slapped your ass while winking at you. He scared the shit out of you and you almost wet yourself. At the pissoir you bump into the guy next to you and murmer a 'Sorry' to him while making eye contact but your eyes didn't stay up there. They wander down to his dick. Mh not bad. Maybe a little small but definitly average.. I could make that work! The dude next to you eyes you. He's clearly uncomfortable with you checking him out BUT you couldn't care less right now. Finally relieved you go and wash your hand. You leave the restroom but not without checking yourself out a last time and fixing your hair. You decide it's better to take it slow so you return to the bar, take a seat again and order a glass of water to clear your mind. Moments later the barkeeper gives you your water and presents you 2 shots along side. "I DIDN'T ORDER SHOTS!" The bartender points to the other side of the bar. You follow his direction and see a young woman. Your eyes meet and she smiles gently at you. Not knowing what you should do you nod to her in appreciation and take a sip of your water. You listen to the music for a while but nothing they're playing at the moment sounds familiar to you. Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, as you turn around it's the pretty girl. "Don't you like liquor?" "WHAT?" "DON'T YOU LIKE LIQUOR?" She pointed to the shots that still set next to your glass. "I DO BUT I DON'T WANT TO GET SUPER DRUNK." "YOU DON'T SEEM REALLY SOBER TO ME." She laughed and took both shots in her hand, handing you one. She clinks the glasses and downs her shot. You follow her. "I'M HOSEOK." "NICE TO MEET YOU. I'M YEEUN." She held out her hand and you shook it. "THANKS FOR THE DRINK. Do you wANNA DANCE?" "DANCE?" "YEAH. YOU WANNA?" You got up and looked at her curious. She shrugged her shoulders and followed you into the dancing crowd. You two had some fun dancing together but at some point she started grinding against you. You try backing up a bit but get shoved into her by the jumping people around you. Yeeun gets really touchy and you feel uneasy. "LISTEN YOU'RE CUTE BUT YOU'RE NOT QUITE... MY TYPE." "I'M CUTE?" Her eyes shimmer and it seems like she wanted to kiss you but you step back and push her gently aside. You rush away from the crowd into the restroom and lock yourself into a cabine. Damn that was weid.I never really attract women so how the hell did that happen!? You take a deep breath and left the room just to see Yeeun waiting in the doorframe for you. "Why you ran away? Wanted to lure me into the restroom? Naughty." "Listen! I don't like girls ok?" "Wait what?" "I'm gay!" "Eum..." Her face turned really red and she left without saying anything else. Puh.. that was awkward... Am I always that weird with people? No, that's not possible, right? I can't recall ever having such a problem with a guy. As you were cought up in your thoughts something else came to your mind. Yeeun spreed the idea in you to also look for someone. You already saw some cute boys and if it wasn't for your bladder you could have been the pray of the guy in the restroom, maybe you can find him again. Walking through the mass you scan the people for someone who seems like a nice match for tonight. After a while you felt like sobering up so you thought getting back to the bar was the best shot for now. You felt like wasting your time, sure you had had some fun but suddenly lying in bed and watching an episode of Adventure Time sounds very temping. You emtied your forth glass and decide that it's time for you to go home. Once again you move through the people heading for the door but before you could reach it a guy walks in. He's wearing tight leather pants and a cute crop top revealing a belly button piercing which matches his earings. He's really cute and the first thing that comes to your mind is: "DIBS!" The guy you were reffering to looks at you with a mixture of suprise and pride. Just then you realized that you didn't thought but spoke it out loud. Your cheeks got flashing red. You wanted to leave the scenery so badly but the guy you dibsed still stood there blockig your way. You ran as fast as possible into the crowed aiming for the restroom to lock you up. You were panicking and the first person you thought of was Namjoon, you needed his help. You figet with your phone needing quite some time to unlock it and finding Namjoons chat. Guess I wasn't sobering up, just thirsty for more liquor. I'm drunk as hell. "Namjoon!!!!!!!!" "I fked up!1!!!!" "Im rlly druk n I yelled dibs at that hot guy that entrt the club.........." "Help!!!!!!!!!!!!" Namjoon didn't take long to reply. After seeing a dozend of cry-laughing smileys he actually send a text message. "Calm down, everything's alright. Yoongi just texted me literally the same, bragging about the fact that his outfit was hot and that some random dude yelled dibs at him." "YOU KNOW HIM!?!????!" "Yes I know him. I told you I helped a friend with his outfit for a night out. That was him. Just talk to him. You can even say that you know me or do you want me to text him for you?" "NO!! Pls dont! Ill tak to him." "OK, have fun, Hobi. And just so you know it: He's gay and on the hunt. ;D" You put your phone away and lean against the closed door. You close your eyes and try to foces. What should I say? How can.. Your thoughts got disturbed by a knocking on the door. "You in there?" "Wh-who's there?" "The guy you just dibsed. Wanna collect your price?" Not thinking twice you rip open the door and just look at the guy who's named Yoongi. "What?" "I mean you called dibs, you look good, so here I am." You still don't move and just look at him with wide eyes. Yoongi sighs and grabs your hand, you don't resist and move along with him to the bar. You refuse to drink more liquor but Yoongi downs 3 shots. "By the way I'm Yoongi." "I know, Namjoon told me about you." "Huh? You know him?" "He's my best friend." "Ahhh you're Hoseok." "He told you about me?" "Of course. Although I'm hurt he never introduced us." "Mh maybe he had his resons. Do you dance?" "No." "But-" "I said no." "Why so stern?" "I- I can't dance." "Have you seen all those people? You really call that dancing? That's just body wiggling." You show him your bright, heart shaped smile and laugh about your own words. Yoongi just smiles at you with gentle eyes. "You know, you seem like a fun guy. Maybe it would be ok to try dancing with you." This time you're the one grabing Yoongi's hand and nevigate him to the dance floor. You start moving your body once again to the rhythm not taking your eyes of Yoongi who just stands there awkwardly. You grab his hand and spin him around until he's laughing. He sounds cute. You put your hands on Yoongis waist because he was dizzy and stumbling all over the place. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" "YES. Yes." He seemed to relax beause he started dancing again on his own and you joined him. After a while you grew confident and searched for more body contact. You scoot closer to him and lay your arms around him grinding against his ass. Suddenly you stopped your movement having a deja vu. Just as you wanted to make some space between you two you realize that he leaned into your embrace and moves along side with you. Probably wondering why you stopped moving Yoongi turned around and looked at you with a puzzled expression. You scan his facial features, the soft lips that form a pout, his dark eyes that search for an answer regarding your behavior, the cute nose, his heavy but decent looking make up. You didn't know what came over you but you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his. Yoongi widened his eyes but he didn't pull away. He slung his arms around your neck and traces his tounge over your lips searching for access. You part your lips and let your tounge play with his, due to the alcohol he tastes sweet and bitter at the same time. Lost in each other you just stand there kissing each other. Your hands wander down and grab his ass which feels squishy although he's wearing those tight pants. Yoongi suddenly breaks the kiss. "LET'S GO." With that he starts walking towards the exit and you trail behind him. Once you two are outside Yoongi reconnect your lips. In a short break he whispers into your ear: "Your place or mine?" "Ehm..." Fuck... fuck fuck FUCK. Should I go home with him? Or take him with me? Should I even at all!? I know I wanted to 'hunt' but know that it's at that point I'm not sure. Should I? Your head was spinning. All those thoughts rush through your head and the fresh air just makes everything spin even more. "Hey, are you alright?" "No, I don't feel so good." "Damn should I call you a cab?" "No no it's fine, I'll walk home." "Are you sure?" "Ye-" You couldn't finish your sentence because you vomited. "Sorry.. I can't take alcohol well." "I see..." Yoongi moved away some steps and pulled out his phone. "Hey Joon it's me. You think you could pick up Hobi? He's pretty drunk and I don't want to put him into a cab. - Yes? - OK. - Alright, I'll wait. - Yes, see ya." "OK, Namjoonie is gonna pick you up." "As I heared... Thank you." "No problem." Yoongi trudges around in a circle, repeatedly blowing air in and out of his right cheek. After what felt like eternity Namjoon arrived and put you into the car. "Thanks for looking after him, Yoongs. Should I take you home?" "Nah, I'm fine. I guess I just go back into the club." "OK, see ya." "Bye."

You see Yoongi vanish into the building while you try to smile at Namjoon but it came of more as a sad grin. Namjoon took a deep breath and shook his head. "What were you thinking Hobi? You know you don't take alcohol well.." "I know..." "You're lucky Yoongi knows me, who knows what could have happend." "I know..." He sighs and manoveurs you onto the backseat. You plomp down and curl into a ball. Namjoon gets into the drivers seat and brings you home. Once at your doorstep he pulls your keys out of your backpocket and even brings you to your bedroom. "Can I leave you alone or should I stay with you?" "No it's fine. I'll just lay down and sleep." You let yourself fall face forward into the mattress. You feel how Namjoon takes off your shoes and throws a blanket over you. "I wait until you fall asleep." "Thanks Joonie." "Of course." The bed bunks down beside you and you feel his hand caressing your back and ruffling your hair. Immediately you drift into a deep slumber. When you wake up the next day you take a look at the clock. It's the middle of the day and you kind of want to turn around and sleep some more but you're grossed out by your own smell. Alcohol, sweat and smoke - the holy trinity of a clubs smell. You rise your heavy feeling body from the bed and undress, on your way to the bathroom you grab a fresh pair of boxers and a cozy sweater. Finally under the shower you start to relax. The warm water pouring over your body seems to wash away your sever headache. At least a little bit of it. Now that your head is somewhat clearer you start to think of the previous night. You face palm yourself and lean against the cool tiles behind you. Oh god what the fuck did I do last night... I have to ask Namjoon for Yoongis number so I can apologize or maybe I just should make sure to never see him again so I can't embarrass myself even more.. You finish your shower, quickly dress up and your first instict is to call your sister. "Dawon, where are you?" "I'm on my way to you. Why, do you need anything?" "No. I'm just... stressed." "Tell me, I can hear it in your voice. But I have to rumble some myself so prepare some tea, it's gonna be a long ted talk!" "Oh- ok." Before you knew it she already hung up. You made the tea and didn't have to wait any longer for her to knock. You ripped open the door and fall into her arms, hugging her tight. "Dawooooon... I messed up big times... It's so embarrassing." "Stop whining. When you're like this I almost forget I'm younger then you." "But -" "No but. Just sit on yours and drink your tea. I give you some time to calm down. In the meanwhile just listen to me because otherwise I'm going crazy because of my coworker! I mean yeah he's pretty funny when you know him and he sometimes is a real weirdo but boy.. oh boy you have no fucking clue how annoying he can be. If something happened to him he's going to talk about it FOREVER. If it was something bad he pouts all day and whines about it and if it was something positive he's going to brag about it. But the worst is if both happend. Like something good tuning bad. For example today he was just sitting in the corner not really working saying he was "too upset" because this really cute guy from yesterday messed up or some shit. I didn't even listen. If Yoongi continues like this I'm seriously going to kill him." "Yoongi!?" "Yeah Yoongi, my coworker. Do you know him?" "No. Nononono. NO! Just no." "Hobi what the hell is your problem?" "That's the guy from yesterday.." "What do you mean?" "I'm the one who messed up. I'm the dude he's talking about!" "Wait WHAT?" "I told you I wanted to go to that party and he -Damn it makes sense you even told me your coworker wanted to go to that party..." "Oh god what happened?" "I kinda made out with him, wanted to take him home and vomited in front of him..." "No you didn't." "Yes I did." "Oh my fucking god." "Yup.." "But look at the bright side. You at least made enough of an impression to him so he whines about it to me." "I really don't see anything positive about that." "Didn't you listen to me earlier? He called you cute and was sad that that happened because he really wanted to go home with you." "You think so?" "Yes. Because, like I said, he wouldn't shut up about it." "And now?" "What do you mean 'and now'? You'll fucking talk to him and grab that ass." "Dawon! What the fuck?" "What? I'm maybe younger then you but I'm not an innocent child. Shocking news: I already had sex." "Dawoooon... I know that but I honestly don't wanna think about it." "God, I'll give you his number and you text him." "I don't want to." "Why? You just wanna handle it as a failed flirt? You know the chances of meeting him again aren't that small." "OK... Give me his number. I'll think about it." "Good." Dawon gave you Yoongis number, you drank your now cold tea and talked a little more. The day went by fast and it was already evening again. You texted Namjoon also asking him for advice how to handle the situation but he also just suggested you to talk it out or actually ignore it and hope to never meet him again. You spend the night thinking a lot before you go to sleep.

Almost a whole week past since the night you were out and you still hadn't texted Yoongi. Dawon as well as everyone else around you who by now knew about it teased you. You were almost sure at this point even Yoongi had heared about your stupid behavior. You just came home from work and sat infront of your food. You took your phone out, opened the still empty chat with Yoongi and started typing. "Hi here is Hoseok, the guy from the party last week." You paused and read the sentence again and again, the deleted it. No that sounds stupid... You start typing again. "Hello, I don't know if you remember me but I'm the dude who wanted to fuck you and RUINED IT BECAUSE I FUCKING VOMITED!!!!!!!!!" Yeah really subtile.. definitly perfect.. Damn what should I say.. You deleted it again and took a deep breath. "Hi here is Hoseok. I got your number from my sister, Dawon. Seems like you guys are working together. I wanted to apologize for fucking up. I really can't handle alcohol well. Would be awsome if we could meet up again. Sober this time." You hit send so you wouldn't overthink everything again although you regreted it instantly. OK, now we have to wait and hope for the best. Almost immeditaly your phone was vibrating. "Took you long enough to text me. If you want we can meet up. Mh Dawon.. now that I think about t you two do look very similar. Where do you wanna meet?" OK his text was kinda rude and all over the place but sure... I don't know where.. how about the when? "Yeah I guess we do. I don't have a special place in mind but let's start with the fact when we could meet up." "How about right now?" "OK?" "Good. Meet me in 2 hours at the new mall in the city center." OK.. ok.. okokok don't panic you can do that! Yes you can. I just need to change my clothes. You ran into your bedroom, throughing your working clothes into a corner and standing there once again with a puzzled look, not knowing what to wear. You look for almost 30 minutes before you go with shorts and an oversized white shirt that you tuck in in the front. Before you rush out you put tennis socks, a cap and some random shoes on and grab your essentials. oyu arrive just in time and see Yoongi already standing there at the front door. He seems even smaller then the last time because he's wearing a wide hoodie and skinny, ripped jeans. If he wouldn't have looked into your direction you almost wouldn't have recognized him because the bucket hat he's wearing covers almost his entire face. You approach him with a big smile but he doesn't react. he just sips from the coffee he's holding. "Hi?" "Hey." "I just wanted to say sorry again. I was gross." "It's fine. Shit happens." Yoongi waves his hand, symbolizing you should follow him, what you do. You goes inside the huge building. "My coffee is almost empty. Do you mind if we go grab a new one?" "No sure." You weren't familiar with the building therefore you just trailed behind Yoongi. Both of you didn't say anything. You got nervouse because you asked for this meet up but now it's just kinda awkward. Lost in your thoughts you bump into Yoongi who came to an holt. "Watch your step." "Oh yeah sorry." You look into his face and you think you see him smile a little while he shakes his head in disbeliefe. He orders an Iced Americano while you just grab a bottle of Sprite from the little fridge. Yoongie pays for both your drinks and trails off again. You murmer a thank you and follow him silently. Yoongi walked to a little bench and set down. You two just set there sipping from your beverage. Almost 20 minutes pass when you finally say something. "Soo... Why did you want to meet here if we're just sitting around? Wouldn't a café been more effective?" "Mh. I like the coffee here. I don't visit places I'm not familiar with." "But at some point this place also was unknown to you, wasn't it?" "Mh yeah." "See so you do had to try it first. Wanna be crazy and actually go around the mall?" "You mean strolling around and buying useless stuff? No thanks." "Oh come on." You stood up and held your hand out. When Yoongi wouldn't take it you took his hand yourself and interwind your fingers. "Come on grandpa. Let's have some fun." Yoongi didn't answer but he didn't seem to complain either. When you looked at him to find out what his mood was you saw him starring at the floor. He was trying to shield his face with his hat to hide the fact he was smiling. You thought it was so adorable that he's that shy. After searching for a while you found a little store that had decor and accessoires. You dragged Yoongi inside and let go of his hand to rummage through the shelves. On a little stand in one corner there was a little pink plastice crown, you grabed it and got back to Yoongi. You snatched his hat away and replaced it with the crown. He glared at you and made his infamous pout that Dawon told you about. You couldn't help it but melt. You cup his face and coe at him. "Oh my life you're sooo cute." At a loss of words Yoongi got all shy and blushed like furious. Not thinking about it you kissed him straight away. He melted into your embrance and slung his arms around you. You two got down from cloud 9 when you heared someone behind you. "Ew damn faggots, kissing where everyone can see it. Disgusting." Yoongi looked shocked and didn't seem to dare saying something. You on the other side grew brave when you're angry. "Your face is also disgusting and nontheless do you walk around in public were everyone can see you. So as long as you don't walk around with a paperbag on your head, I'm gonna kiss whoever wherever I want." Grabing Yoongis hand again you turn around and stumb away. You aimed for the exit when Yoongi suddenly stopped you. As you turnt around you saw him pointing to the top of his head. Just then you realized he was still wearing the crown and neither of you payed for it. Luckily there seemed no price tag to be on it or something that could have activated the alarm of the store. You just stood there not knowing what to do when Yoongi started laughing. You hadn't heared him laugh so far and it was contagious. "Damn ok, I give up. You're right I should try new stuff more often. That was fun. I mean did you see the face of that dude? He didn't expect that comeback tho. Damn Hoseok you're cool." Now you're the blushing one and you just smile at him. Yoongi stepped unexpectedly close to you and almsot whispered to you. "Say, do you want to continue were we left off?" "Are you seriously asking that? Of course!" "Then let me ask again: Your place or mine?" "I live almost an hour away from here so probably your place." "I actually also live quite far away.." "Mh.. up to some more new things?" "What do you mean?" You looked around for your destination and quickly found it. "Just follow me." You didn't expect it but Yoongi willingly took your hand in his and interwind your fingers again. He was blushing a little bit and you wanted to kiss him so badly that you hurry to get to the area where the toilets are. You go in the one for disabled people because it's a single stall and further away from the main area then the normal ones. Once both of you were inside and the door was lockes you pin Yoongi against the wall and kis him passionatly. His lips are increadible soft and his body pressed against yours feels just too good. You put one of your legs between his to fixate him in that position but Yoongi uses the opportunity to grind himself on your leg. While your lips were still connected soft moans slip past his mouth. As he was stimulating hisself you feel your own lenght hardening. Seeing Yoongi enjoying himself turns you on. You let one hand wander down to cup his ass while you slide the other on up his hoodie andplay with his nipples. It takes only a few flicks to make him fully moan. He then drops down on the floor pulling your pants down with one swift move, revealing your throbing cock. He pumps his hand up and down and licks over the tip of your dick. Soon enough he replaces his hands with his mouth, sucking you off. "Oh fuck, You're really good." You press his head down and rock your hips forth and back. Yoongi seemed to be encouraged because he bobbs his head even faster on your dick. You were lost in the feeling of his warm and wet mouth around you when Yoongi pulled away. He slid his own pants down. "Please fuck me!" He doesn't have to ask you twice for that. You lift him up and place him on the sink. You shove two fingers in his mouth. "Lube them." While Yoongi sucks on your fingers and lets his tounge play around your fingertips you stroke his little cock.Once your fingers were wet enough you glide both of them into his ass. He grabs onto your arms and inhales deeply. You scissor his ass open, you wanted to be rough with him but not too harsh. Soon Yoongis insides were clenching around your fingers in the hope for more. That's when you replace your fingers with your cock. Yoongi moaned loud and arched his back when you entered him. You placed a hand on his mouth and hold his other hand while you push your whole lenght in. Once you were fully burried inside him you slowly start moving. Fully out and back in. You want him to feel every inch of you filling him up. After a few more thrusts Yoongi closed his legs behind you pushing you deeper. "God dammit, stop teasing and fuck me already!" "As you wish, your majesty." Yoongi was flustered but didn't take down his crown. You kissed him to keep him muffled while your hips thrust into him fast and deep. Yoongi pulls at your hair to keep you as close as possible, enjoying your embrance. The small room fills with hot air and both of you start sweating. Longing for better excess you decide to put Yoongi down and shove him face forward into the wall; fucking him from behind. You play with his niplles and watch his small penis twitch with every delecate touch of yours. You feel the tention building up inside you, so you place your arm around his waist pulling him closer and holding him by his throat pushing his head onto your shoulder while you increase your pace. You can see Yoongis eyes roling back into his head and nothing more then a pleasured whimmer escapes his mouth. You grunt into his ear. "Do you like being fucked like that little prince?" Because Yoongi didn't answer you stopped your movement. He's being needy and trys to move on his own but you hold im thight in place. "Answer me." You place a sweet kiss on his forhead. "Yes. Yes, I love how you fuck me. Please don't stop!" Satisfied with his words you pick up your speed and thrust relentlessly into Yoongi until you come inside him. His warm walls milk your cok and he himself came almost untouched. Yoongi made a mess on the tiles infront of him. He turns around kisses you eagerly. "Wow, we definitly need to do that again in the future." "We can repeat that as often as you want. I would glady fuck your fine ass again." Feeling playful you wink at him and show him a bright smile. Yoongi hits you soft and laughs himself. "You're an idiot." "If you agree on seeing me more often, I may be your idiot someday." "Mh.. you know, I actually kinda like the idea of that."

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