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matrixbearer2024 · 3 months

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I just got this crazy idea with Reader having a pet dog and cat and is always distracted or always talks about there Cat and Dog playing, resting, cuddling with Reader and Vox just being jealous at this point wanting some attention too 😂

What A Jelly TV

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ah yes, the double edged sword- Vox is literally going to fight himself in this one since he himself is a pet owner. And yes, I'm mentioning Vark in this cuz about fucking time LMFAO- another slice of life chapter cuz I love writing these. That and we kind of get weird cuddles with the funny TV man, weird in the sense where it's literally a remote connection. Reader is kinda tired of Vox's shit but oh well HAHAHAHAH-

A/N: By the way, I just wanted to mention that timeline wise- this entire series happens AFTER Hazbin's Season 1. So I'll make references to certain things that happened but because I don't want to intermingle the story with canon lore too much- I made things happen after it all. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this installment- it was a little hard to write since I didn't have a prior vision to it but I think it turned out alright Hahahaha- and as always, Happy reading guys!

Vox would proudly admit he was a lot of things.

The king of the biggest technology empire in all of hell-

An oh so powerful overlord-

A conniving and esteemed businessman-

But this-

This was a new low.

Even for him.

Especially when the realization hit like a sack of bricks to the face.

Vox grew to like your presence in his daily routine-

Most of the time even bothering you out of boredom.

He found he liked your attention, not that he'd ever admit it.

He would rather die twice-

But when he figured out pretty soon that he had to share you-

That didn't really sit well.

"Dude, it's just a puppy. Stop being all pissy already-"

Vox just scoffed, you rolled your eyes at his antics.

You kind of expected it, remembering the incident you had with your initial desktop pet.

Glancing over to the open laptop screen nearby, the small digital Vox just waved at you.

Aha... yeah-

This was pretty expected.

"And they're not going to be here for much longer, just until [friend name] finishes moving into their new apartment."

It was only a little over a week ago when your friend called to ask for a favor.

You assured your overlord buddy that it wasn't anything you couldn't handle and Vox eventually just let it go.

Of course, that was until he found out what you had agreed to.

At the start, he didn't really mind.

Hell, he even showed you some pictures of Vark in return while you guys were talking about pets.

But as the days went on and you acted more and more affectionate towards your friend's pet-

It was starting to get under Vox's skin and not in a good way.

You'd coo and cuddle the little fur-ball so much that it was nearly all he saw whenever you guys were talking.

It also doesn't help that you would end up shifting the conversation towards [pet name] and how cute they were after a while.

Vox understood how it was like to fall in love with your pet, he had one of his own after all-

But he couldn't help the envy creeping in seeing the puppy just napping in your lap.

"It's been more than a week doll, just how much longer do you plan on keeping the puppy???"

You were shocked by the fact Vox had been counting days, you didn't really bother to take notice of it.

Not to mention he seemed a little... pouty even?

You just sighed.

"Look, I'll check with [friend name] how much longer they need. I give no promises. Why the heck are you so grumpy about it anyway? It's not like you're the one taking care of the puppy Vox."

The overlord buffered slightly, why was he...?

Honestly speaking, he didn't really know.

He didn't know why he was feeling the way he was.

Only what caused it.

The freaking puppy.

As Vox stared at the screen, he tried to find an excuse that won't make it seem like he got jealous of your freakin pet.

Well, it wasn't even technically yours.

But that isn't the point-

You just expectantly stared at up at the TV screen while the overlord opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

Your question was straightforward, no nonsense or beating around the bush-

And still he struggled with an answer?

Soon, a small yip from your lap snapped up your attention again.

You smiled down at the now awake pup and moved to pet it.

Okay that was fucking it-

Static white noise suddenly blared obnoxiously from the TV speakers and you had to cover your ears.

The poor frazzled puppy immediately jumped off your lap and ran off, leaving you and your digital companion alone.

"Ow?! The fuck was that for Vox?!"

He didn't respond to that, just nonchalantly looking off to the side like he didn't just try to destroy your eardrums.

You let out a frustrated sigh, what the hell was this guy's issue???

"Geez, what the hell is up with you today?!"

Vox cringed slightly at your harsh tone.

Okay, he might have gone overboard trying to scare the fur-ball away-

But he didn't think you'd be that upset with him.

Oh well, better to face the music than run.

"Well- maybe if you stopped only paying attention to that fucking fleabag then maybe I wouldn't have to scare it away!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Vox instantly regretted saying them.

It was fucking pathetic.

Your confused expression didn't really help either, he was not going to elaborate-

"You- were you jealous of the fucking dog???"

You couldn't stop the amused grin on your face when you finally understood what was going on.

Not that you would've even noticed anything anyway-

"I- No?! Fuck you!"

This time you couldn't help but laugh at Vox's expense, the TV starting to fizzle and glitch while he uselessly tried to get you to stop.

It was a little...

What was the right word for it?

Cute?

No-

Adorable??

Not really-

Flattering???

Eh, whatever-

Point was, you felt a little fuzzy because Vox wanted your attention.

Like, he didn't know how to ask for it but the fact he still wanted you to just stay and interact with him made you feel funny.

That reminds you-

"Ah! Wait, let me just get something- I wanna see if it works with you-"

"Works? With me?? Doll, what kind of experiment do you want to launch me into this time???"

"Nothing too crazy I promise! Heck, maybe you'll like this one!"

Vox heard your voice call from out of view, the fact you had to run to another room to get it slightly concerned him.

He couldn't tell what you had planned this time, every single other instance he thought you couldn't get any crazier and you just did.

But instead you just came running back with a... pillow?

"Dollface, I think you have plenty of pillows already. What's up with that?"

You smiled cheekily at your flatscreen companion, sitting down on the couch before you plugged in your phone to the pillow.

It was a gift your friend got you months ago that they mentioned would help you sleep better.

The fact humanity managed to put tech in a pillow of all things was still surprising but in this case not unwelcome.

Vox was already surprised that the thing had to be plugged in, but he buffered when an odd warm sensation immediately spread throughout his entire body.

"Wh- What the hell did you just do??"

Your smile soon turned into a grin as you gently hugged the smart pillow, gauging Vox's reactions on the screen as he went from shocked to utterly confused.

It was like he could sort of feel being pressed?

Similarly to how you were hugging the pillow, he could feel himself gently being squeezed.

"So...? Any good?"

"If this is how you're trying to awkwardly hug me then I guess?"

"Ayyyy! It works! Okay, if I give you some cuddles would you stop being pissy at [puppy name] then?"

You knew you won when the screen suddenly tinged pink and Vox just stumbled over his words.

You bit back a snicker as you got comfortable on the couch, shifting slightly to better hug the pillow.

"I'll take that as a yes."

And to no one's surprise, the tech overlord had no complaints.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series

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springtrapssextoy · 6 months

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Huggy Wuggy x FEM!NB! Scene reader: SFW

(pretend that scene exists in 80's-90's in this universe) He would definitely love you on sight, all of the boys with the same or similar hairstyles and same with the girls, but you...you were much better than them, you had poofy multi colored hair, big bows, hair clips of multiple colors, you wore very colorful beaded bracelets, are those glow in the dark? You looked like you would fit right in with the others!

When he would escape the facility he would try and find you, you were the only one that made him feel safe. He needed you.

Oh he was so happy when one day you gave him a friendship bracelet with your name on it you had one with his. (He killed multiple employees and scientists that tried to take it off and became much more aggressive when they got rid of it when he was asleep to a point were the scientist had to beg you to make another one)

You always knew he was alive. Plus it of course it was true and you found out the hard way. He hugged you and you kinda was like 'your my friend now, were having soft tacos later!' (plot twist you did and now he misses the taste of soft tacos)

Sometimes you would schedule "sleep overs" with huggy and it would have (soft tacos) you and huggy snuggled up in the tens of blankets and pillows you bought for huggy to nest with and imagine how amazing that would be! A very warm fluffy purring creature that gives the best hugs in a room with little lighting but mainly dark on super soft blankets and pillows (the only downside would be two things , one you would have a hairball of his fur in your mouth and nose constantly and two the scientist has to separate you two and or observe such a interesting behavior)

Holidays would be the worst for the poor little guy-or big guy.. but it would be tough for him, you LEAVING?! YOU are LEAVING ME?! He would be so happy your back, more cuddles more hairballs.

Imagine something sad, you get into an accident at work that huggy has to see you leave and will feel lonely and wonder why did you not come back? Do you not live him? But know one knows how to tell him for him to understand that you have died, so after years he still waits for you to come back...

Sorry I just had to leave ya with something angsty

(he will not sleep in the cuddle room anymore cause it feels empty without you with him and he with wait in the main room for you to come back)

#huggy wuggy #x reader #x y/n #poppy playtime #emo scene #huggy wuggy x reader #safe for work #Spotify

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annymation · 2 months

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I reread the backstory of the villains and at the end you mentioned that Amaya is Persephone and Magnifico is Hades (from Disney). I was wondering which of the ancient Greek gods (or other characters from Greek mythology) do you associate Asha and Aster with?

So I kept looking for greek love stories with happy endings... And as ya'll can imagine that's a pointless endeavor, most are tragedies, and the few happy ones we do have don't fit with Asha and Aster.

So instead I decided to just pick greek characters that remind me of Asha and Aster, regardless of who those loved.

I'd say Asha reminds me most to Medea

Now hear me out, I know what you're thinking (If you're familiar with her myth)

"But Anny! Medea killed people!"

Yeah yeah I know, that's not what gives me Asha vibes in her, quick summary for those who don't know:

Medea was a princess, that fell in love with a "hero" named Jason

(She only fell in love with him because Hera made her fall in love with him, so she would help him survive the many trials her father was putting him through, Jason was like Hera's champion, that's why she gave him this lil intervention)

So Jason took Medea home with him, after she literally saved his life, and they had two kids together. But later, Jason decided he wanted to marry another princess, like, one still in power instead of Medea that was a run away princess.

Medea obviously got furious that her husband would marry someone else just for the perks. But she didn't just sit down and took it like many other maidens in greek mythology would, nuh-uh, she started plotting her revenge.

She elaborated a plan to kill both their kids and Jason's new girlfriend, through clever scheming and also potions- because did I mention she makes potions? Yeah turns out Medea was also a big inspiration for me when writing Amaya, she's kinda my favorite girl in greek mythology.

So WHY does she reminds me of Asha? Well simple, Asha stood up against injustice and did everything she possibly could to outwit the villains and had plenty of moments where her quick thinking saved her by a hair (Flashback to the climax of Kingdom of Wishes). Asha plans things out and speaks her mind, she and Medea are both strong, not physically, but in their wit.

I guess I could also compare her to Ariadne since she was also clever by helping Theseus escape the minotaur labyrinth, buuuuut Ariadne isn't as cool as Medea, like come on, at the end of the classical stage play she RIDES HELIOS FLYING CHARIOT LIKE A FREAKIN GODDESS JUST TO TAUNT JASON!!! SAYING SHE TOOK EVERYTHING FROM HIM!!! THEN SHE PROPHESIZES HE'LL DIE ALONE!!!! AND THAT THE GODS ARE ON HER SIDE!!! BECAUSE HES A LYING LIL OATH BREAKER!!!

Anyway, it gives me the vibes of Asha flying on her hand drawn flying carpet to defeat Magnifico and Amaya, and then saying "No one believes your lies anymore" while they're being turned into stone, she's just a badass like that.

As for Aster, maybe it's the Epic: The Musical fan in me talking, but eh, Odyseus.

Simply because I can totally see Aster going through hell and back to find Asha, the same way Odyseus did for Penelope, and also because I can see him being dumb enough to give his full name and address to a cyclops he just blinded. But as more and more shenanigans happen (And by that I mean most of his army freaking dying) he becomes more willing to be more ruthless for the sake of his men that are left and so they can go back home, similar to how Aster matured and even got a lil sadistic in the end there when he decided to turn the villains into stone.

Alternatively, I could also let the Hadestown fan in me win and say he reminds me of Orpheus, but that makes me too sad, considering what happens to Orpheus and Eurydice in the end. Let's say if you cut Orpheus turning to look back, yeah that relationship is very Aster and Asha vibes.

@superkooku you like greek mythology right? Do you have other ideas?

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

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pretty-chips · 9 months

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Howdy. I’ve started writing a thing and I want to share the beginnings of it, because I absolutely am too excited to keep it to myself. Here’s a lil’ snippet of the beginning of Electric Love, my Rocket x Brita work. let me know if you enjoy! Thanks to @raccoonfallsharder and my angel babies in the discord server for unearthing my desire to write.

I’ve never uploaded writing to tumblr, especially on mobile, so apologies if the format is weird! The spacing between paragraphs was a lot and that bugged me lol.

“You’re freaking joking. You haven’t seen Footloose yet??” Peter’s voice is kind of shrill, and it makes Rocket’s ears pin back. “DUDE, I’ve talked about it like a million times! You guys kidnapped Kevin freakin’ Bacon for me!”

Two hours of Peter Quill being back on Knowhere, and he’d already brought up stupid flarking Kevin Bacon twice. Sheesh. Rocket shrugs defensively, lifting his hands and gesturing wildly as they walk. “Dude, I don’t know! The only place I ever get earth movies is here in Knowhere and I’m, like…busy, I dunno.”

Peter stops in his tracks, his face screwed up in confusion and surprise. “Wait, there’s a place with earth movies here?”

“Yeah.” Rocket’s arms fold as he regards Quill with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t know?”

Peter looks absolutely appalled. Offended, even. “NO, I did not know. What the heck, man! I thought you guys were just…getting them somehow with the satellite or something.” Peter holds his hand up to his eyes and scans around, a bit dramatically, and Rocket roll his eyes. “Where the crap is this store? We’re going. Right now.”

With an amused huff, Rocket starts walking and gestures over his shoulder for Quill to follow. “C’mon Pete. Let’s get your stupid movie.”

He catches Peter smiling. Good. That means he heard the ‘I missed you’ buried in those words.

“I think I’m going to go insane.”

Brita’s elbows slide across the counter as she holds her chin in her hands. “We’ve heard this song five times. Why can’t we play a radio station or something? We’ve got the satellites for it.” She glances out the big window by the front doors, her eyes flicking wistfully back and forth between every person walking past. They probably had more exciting lives than this.

Her coworker, currently alphabetizing a row of media disks, shrugs impatiently. She doesn’t even give Brita a side glance or anything.

Brita huffs and shuffles her feet back to lean down onto the counter even more, bent at quite the impressive 90 degree angle.

This coworker girl had proven to be quite a stick-in-the-mud, which made for a pretty lame conversation partner. And as awful as it made her feel, Brita still couldn’t remember her name. Calling her Krylorian Coworker has worked just fine in Brita’s brain, but that probably isn’t going to last very long without accidentally slipping out one day. Oh, well. Maybe soon she’ll pull a good old, ‘So how do you spell your name anyway?’

Brita had pretty much used every ice breaker she could think of today, which had very visibly worn Krylorian Coworker’s patience pretty thin. She had only really responded to like, three of them. Brita sighs, her gaze out the window again.

It wasn’t her fault that today had been so slow and sludgy. Like tromping through the sloppiest terrain of the swampiest planet. The ground would probably suck at her boots, making her legs magnet to the mushy ground and her whole body burn with exertion. It would probably be hot, too, the combination of muggy air and sweat plastering hair to her forehead. She’d push it out of her eyes, blinking away the blur, and she’d see a figure come into focus. A familiar figure also trekking through the muck in front of her, strong and stout legs visibly strained with effort. He’d be holding a big gun, of course, probably one with little red blinking lights that flash through the murky air. Air you could feel as you inhaled, such thick and humid air in this swampy environment. He’d turn his head back to look at her, pretty auburn eyes alight with mirth. That fluffy ringed tail would swish behind him, an ear flicking as he opens his mouth to say something clever…

“You’re daydreaming, Brita.”

Krylorian Coworker stares, a hand on one hip and her eyebrow raised. “I can literally see you disappearing.”

Brita blinks hard, the yellow lighting of the media store melting away the trees and mud from her imagination. She lets out a breath as she comes back to reality, straightening up and stretching her arms above her head. “And that’s why I wanted some new music. I’m getting bored out of this dimension.”

Coworker shakes her head, huffing in amusement as she goes back to her alphabetizing.

Brita gives her own huff, and walks around the counter. It’d be better to actually do something with herself. Maybe she should alphabetize like Boring Coworker.

She makes her way down a couple aisles of holo-vid disks, glancing at the labels. She smiles, her heart doing that skipping thing it always does when she thinks about her favorite things. She’d apparently subconsciously wandered to her favorite section, the Terran holo-vids. Movies, she knows they’re called, but that’s not universal enough according to boss man who was in charge of this d’ast store. And the tech is different, anyway, he’d said. Whatever, Brita knew better than that old fart.

Her fingers run along the labels, stopping to reminisce at a few favorites. One day she was going to consume every single piece of Terran media in the store, and even further one day, the whole Terran planet. Every movie, every song, every book…everything.

Ring-ding-ling.

The little bell on the door announces, after at least an hour of nothing, a living being. Brita leans back, angling her head to look at the front doors. A guy with somewhat curly hair and a red leather jacket is stepping through, looking…amazed, actually. As he makes his way towards the aisle she’s standing in, Brita studies him further and is pretty sure she recognizes the things on his t-shirt. Her eyes widen.

An earth dude!

Before she can even process her body moving, she’s in front of him, all smiles. “Hi, how are ya?”

The guy blinks at her, seemingly coming out of some kind of trance, and his face lights up. “How long has this place been here? I’ve never noticed a…what, record store-slash-bookstore-slash-Blockbuster?”

Brita figures that’s an earth thing, and her heart flutters in excitement.

“Yeah, maybe a few months? Short enough lots of people haven’t been in yet, long enough it feels like ages if you’re working here.” She grins, leaning against the shelf next to her casually.

The comment lands, and the guy laughs. “I get that. But, I feel like this is probably the coolest place to work in all of…anywhere. You’ve got something from every planet I know the name of in here, just from what I can tell right away. That’s freakin’…epic.”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating. Brita beams at him, anxious to make this interaction last as long as possible. “Oh, dude, believe me, it is epic. Working here has permanently changed my life. I get to hear earth music and talk about movies…that’s a dream.”

He lights up even more, which Brita didn’t even think was possible, and his big open-mouthed smile says, “You like earth movies?”

She feels a beautiful conversation brewing, the feeling punctuated with Coworker’s exasperated sigh from across the counter, and Brita nods with a grin.

“Hell yeah I like earth movies.”

She’s not even sure how many minutes pass, she’s so enveloped in her favorite conversation she’s ever had. They gush over their favorites, which somehow don’t overlap at all even though they’re both familiar with everything brought up. The difference in taste is almost comical to her. She feels like she could be here for days, the world could pass away and she’d be completely content just standing here, talking to this man in a red jacket. Brita doesn’t even process her surroundings until she hears someone clearing their throat behind her.

Snapped back to earth, she realizes Coworker is raising a brow. Right. Work. Job.

“Sorry,” she laughs lightly and folds her arms as she leans against the shelf again, “you were looking for which one?”

“Oh, yeah. Footloose, can you believe Drax and Rocket both haven’t seen it yet, even though it’s the greatest movie of all time…”

Every muscle in her body stiffens. Her folded arms tighten against her chest and she feels her fingers dig into her arms. He’s still talking, she can tell with his mouth still moving, but nothing he says is reaching her ears anymore.

Rocket. Rocket. All she can see now are those bourbon eyes. A voice rings back into her processing, but not the voice of the dude, it’s deep and rumbles through her core. This guy, this Terran guy, was friends with Rocket. An earth dude that’s friends with Rocket AND Drax, how did he get so lucky…

Suddenly, it clicks.

“Wait, wait, stop.” She knows she’s interrupting, and she doesn’t care. “You’re freaking Peter Quill.”

He mouth quirks into a bit of a confused grin, one eyebrow inching up. “Uh, yeah I am.”

She blinks at him. She knows she looks stupid. “Sorry, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t... Not to be, like, weird, y’know. I just. That’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to actually talk to the guardians, they seem like, such…incredible friends. I hear about you all the time.”

His smile is sly, but there’s a heartwarming expression in his eyes. “They talk about me, huh?” He nods and glances over behind her shoulder. “…They are the best friends I’ve ever had.”

Before she can respond, another voice materializes behind her. One she’s only heard once, months and months ago in real life, but countless times in her imagination. Gravelly yet liquid gold at the same time.

“Pete, holy crap, d’you get lost or what?”

Peter Quill smirks and lifts a hand in mild defense. “Just talkin’ to…” he glances at her name badge, “Brita here about stupid earth movies, man.”

Brita is frozen in place. She desperately begs her brain to send any kind of signal to her body, to make it move, but it’s complete radio silence up there.

The presence behind her moves past, then stands next to Peter Quill. That tail swishes casually and those ears flick, just like in her dreams.

Peter is saying something. She tries to tune in. “Brita, this is my buddy Rocket.”

The furry face tilts his chin up in a nod. The auburn eyes flit up and down her body, studying her.

“How ya doin’?” Says Rocket Raccoon, who is standing directly in front of her on purpose for the first time ever.

Brita can feel how huge her eyes are, the skin above her cheeks and under her eyebrows feels strained. She probably looks ridiculous. Why can’t she say anything? She glances at Coworker for a lifeline. A clue of what she should even do right now.

Krylorian Coworker’s eyes widen, and for the first time since Brita can remember, she looks genuinely interested in what’s happening in front of her. Coworker has been told possibly way too much about the hearty interest in this particular guardian of the galaxy. The subject of all of the daydreams Brita keeps getting caught in. The one that brought her here, to Knowhere, even though he definitely had no idea that was the case.

Brita can feel her mouth opening and closing, and she just knows she looks like a stupid fish. She smashes her mouth shut and conjures up a smile that is probably a little too big. She forces a word out of her mouth.

“Hi!”

#rocket x oc #rocket gotg #gotg oc #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #brita x rocket

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acoldsovereign · 2 months

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FOR THE MAN WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVES.

// @scarlxtleaves / @thuganomxcs / @peoplcshope

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{{ Happy Birthday, you fuckin' fucker! (I say this with love). I remember when I first came to the DBZ RPC months ago and I was so shy I didn't know how to communicate properly. People scared me. Following people scared me. People following me back scared me. I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. I even unfollowed a person I followed (and then followed them back when they checked in with me) because I realized how bad that looked/how problematic it could be if I didn't address it. I felt so bad, and I still do sometimes. I'm so glad that mutual was understanding and patient with me, aaaaaaaa. Needless to say, ya girl had SO many issues in the beginning. I was a HOT MESS. Hell, I didn't even have all of my muse info up but you didn't give a shit about none of that. You just took one look at my blog, saw 'despot of the universe' on my header and said 'LET IT RIP' like Beyblade. DUDE, you were ballsy as fuck and I'm so glad for that! You gave me my first ever starter here!!! THAT made me remember you! Everytime I logged in, it was to respond to our Future Gohan/Maiz fight thread. (I'm actually looking for it now because that's gonna be something I continue after I reply to someone else first 👀). You're one of the first people I ever plotted with too, even if that intimidated me a little. I mean, granted it was after you gave me the starter because I was freaking worried about everything, which was why I was all over your inbox, "okay, so she can do this and that...", "i have no problem with them having this sort of dynamic", etc. Gosh, you were overwhelmingly sweet and kind to me and I appreciate that. I know this is not something I should apologize for, but I'm still sorry that I scared you slightly when I changed my username to acoldsovereign from maizthefemalesaiyan, and didn't tell you in advance. I didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me so I had to put the former name in my old promo post. YOU'RE why I did that. I didn't know what other accounts you had and I just wanted to let you know it was meeeeeeee! ;w; But then you forgot your password to the blog so we couldn't even communicate anyway! One thing I will say-- it is funny I recently posted about Toriyama and Future Trunks and what the latter means to me because guess what blog I found you on. Guess what reunited us. Yeah.

FUTURE TRUNKS.

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?????? That man is always doing something for me! You would've thought he was REAL. But anyway, it was so cool to have you back on my dash again! It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize who it was. I saw the name "Jay" on your promo post and it didn't cross my mind it was you, man. Not until I went down the blog and saw the writing style matched up. Remember how I just burst into your inbox and made some noise? And then you realized it was me? That shit was hilarious. We were so happy to see each other. Everything's been smooth sailing since then and we've created so many cursed memes, threads, jokes and storylines. Dude, we fuckin' made Rengakura. That little psychopath LOL. Well, moreso I made him but your response to that thread in particular made it so that he didn't come out any worse than he could've. Damn you for having Trunks make the right decision! (Again, I say this with love). At least in one verse, Trunks finally gets a happy-ish ending though. He lives with his mostly mellowed-out/former-tyrant for a wife and a pseudo-sane Saiyan-hybrid child on a spaceship, having space adventures. 🥺 Papa Trunks isn't something I knew I needed until I got it so thank you. I also did not know Maiz was actually capable of chilling the eff out-- THAT was a surprise to me. The fact that she's actually a decent mother is hilarious, considering all the fucked up stuff she's done before without blinking an eye. I also love how through our threads, you can see how she naturally came to care for him, even if she's sadistic and still messes with him from time to time. One of my favorites scenes with them unironically was when she offered to take Trunks to a tropical planet for his birthday. She was actually affectionate towards him the proper way more or less, but he didn't realize it because he was so used to her being busy/selfish/frosty/teasing. Bro thought he was dying. That was tragically sad yet funny all at once. I'd say more but this is already a lot and you already know how I feel about your Yusuke and our favorite assassin, Sanosuke.

Long story short- thank you for warmly welcoming me into this small, but chill RPC. I'll always love and appreciate you.

Happy birthday, Jaybird.

#Machismo (Sanosuke)#{{ i.... should probably make a tag for my edits huh. anyway take this. it'll always be love between us forever!!! have an amazing day!#OOC: Out of Limits

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quinloki · 1 year

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Sand Trap

"Ah... no, it's f-fine." Your face goes red, and your body tries to disappear in on itself.

There's an amused note in his voice when he speaks. "It seems sixty days of conversation is evaporating right before my eyes."

You flinch, feeling guilty. "Sorry! Sorry, I uh..." You cover your face with your hands. "Of all the statistical possibilities, I wasn't prepared for this."

He chuckles, it's a warm sound that seems to stay in his chest. "Understandably. I do hope you'll decide to stay, at least."

"I... yes." You relax. You'd been having really great conversations with him for the last two months, and it wouldn't be fair to just leave.

More pointedly, would you survive, if you just walked out on a Freakin' WARLORD?!

"Try not to think of me as your boss, Miss?"

"My boss' boss' boss." You correct, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "And it's (Y/N). (Y/N)(L/N), uh... sir."

"If you're not comfortable saying my name in public, you can call me Sunawani." He offers, picking up a menu and looking it over.

"Sunawani?"

"Mmhm. It's just a different language from what's used in the Metro." He clarifies, looking up from the menu to glance at you. "What do you think?"

"Uh, I think I can use that more easily." You admit, grabbing a menu as well, and unproductively reading over it. The words on the menu swim around with one another and nothing makes sense to you. Your nerves are killing you. When you had started talking with him over the website you had assumed that he had like, something physically wrong with him. It was a terrible assumption to make, but he was educated, and charismatic and understanding in every word that had come across your screen.

You hadn't figured the reason behind him having a hard time finding someone trustworthy was because he was a FREAKING HOT SUCCESSFUL WARLORD. You never mentioned the Underground while you had spoken, you hadn't even shared opinions on marines or the government.

Oh no how were you going to tell Alvida? What were you going to tell Buggy! Wait, why did you need to tell anyone anything? You got stood up. Plain and simple. This never happened. It was a delightful afternoon, and the food was really good, you could recommend the café, but that was it.

Your decision helped you refocus on the menu, and you were finally starting to sort out what was being offered.

Shortly after, Vivi came over and introduced herself.

"I'm Vivi, I'll be your server today." She says cheerfully. You could tell she was happy for you. "Have you decided what you'll have today, or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I know what I'd like, but I think my companion may need a few more moments." Crocodile offers, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, no – no, I can sort out what I want by the time you're done ordering." You assure him. Please gods just get the food out here and give you something to distract yourself with.

"Very well. I'll have the flank steak and eggs then. Medium rare, eggs sunny side up, and I believe your house blend coffee to drink." His voice drifts around almost lazily. There was no CEO or Warlord sitting across from you, but a half-asleep man who was probably missing his cigar. If you were half as relaxed as he sounded you'd be in a coma.

"And you, miss?" Vivi prompts after a moment.

"You know, what he ordered sounds delicious. I'll have the same, but uh, maybe some green tea instead of coffee."

"Same prep for the steak and eggs?"

"Oh yes, thank you."

Vivi takes your menus and excuses herself. You look around the table, wanting something to materialize in front of you so you could focus on it. The golden amber gaze from the other side of the table was drilling a hole into your soul, and he wasn't even staring rudely.

"If you can tell me what has you so nervous, Miss (Y/N), I can help alleviate it." He assures you coolly. His tone of voice and cadence make you feel like you could admit that you know he's a warlord and he wouldn't be at all bothered by it.

You laugh nervously, open your mouth a couple times only to close it. Putting your hand over your mouth and take in a breath, and when you finally speak you, voice is very small. "I did not expect you to be hot." You finally manage, looking up from between your fingers. He has the same relaxed, near-sleepy look on his face that you had seen earlier, but now with a slight smile tugging at his lips; which only makes him look better.

"Second to that I am worried about how this impacts work." You admit, after he doesn't say anything to your first point. "I've never dated a coworker, let alone..."

"Your boss' boss' boss."

"Yeah, that." Your face is pink, and you can feel the heat in your ears.

"I sense a third point," he says softly, catching your gaze for a moment.

"Ah... yeah, I'd rather not say yet." You admit honestly.

His eyes seem to search you for a moment, despite their half-lidded and relaxed appearance you feel like they're fully focused.

"Well, working two out of three concerns should be enough to start." He acquiesces after a moment's consideration. "Thank you for your compliment earlier."

"Compliment? Oh, yeah, you're welcome." You keep trying to will your face from turning any redder.

Vivi comes by with your drinks and sets them down with a smile. You're glad to have something to distract yourself with and cup your cup of green tea between your hands like it could save you.

"Food will be just a few more minutes." She assures you both and sets down glasses of ice water to go with your warm drinks.

"Thank you," Crocodile says, his eyes still on you and you just nod, not sure you can trust your voice right now.

"Would this be easier for you if I were ugly?" He questions, amusement just under the surface of his smooth voice after Vivi leaves.

You nearly choke on your tea.

"Nnngh, yes maybe?" You laugh a little at yourself, feeling some of the tension ease. "If you were like... normal levels of, uh, looking." You falter, not wanting to add a qualifier that would just be another way of calling him hot. "That would, uh, help."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to cover up my scar." He muses.

It's a trap, and you walk right into it. "I've seen your scar; it just makes it worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah, it, uh..." You flush brightly, realizing what you've muttered yourself into, trying to disappear into your teacup. "Makes... you... look... hotter."

You chug the rest of your tea, trying to ignore the very pointed, very pleased, gaze across the table from you. With the teacup empty you reach for one of the glasses of water.

"Thirsty?"

Phrasing! Yes! Dammit! Thoughts rush through your head and you stop yourself mid-move to take a drink.

"Ah, sorry." You say, not really sure what exactly you're apologizing for.

"You have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should apologize for teasing you." He admits, a sly smile pulling at his lips. "But you seem to have relaxed a little."

You sigh a little, since you can't argue, "Just... ah, if you could assure me... promise, maybe?"

"Nothing that happens between us will negatively effect your job." He states easily.

"Or positively." You prompt.

That one eyebrow goes up again as he takes a sip of coffee. "Naïve, but admiral. Very well, neither positive nor negative impacts at work due to whatever may happen between us, I promise."

You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and your shoulders relax. Vivi arrives with your lunches and gets you a refill of green tea. Conversation tapers off a little as you eat, but the food and the tea were helping you relax the rest of the way. Granted, most of your relaxation came from knowing you weren't going to lose your job if this was the last date you shared with him.

Point three was kind of big, and you weren't sure if it was safe to even admit to it. He seemed sure he could smooth over any of your concerns, but Warlord was a bit larger than anything else. You couldn't imagine he'd walk away from that life for you, and you were certain you couldn't live within that life without dying to the stress. Assuming you survived long enough to die to something as gentle as stress.

The conversation afterward was casual and easy. Crocodile seemed more awake after some coffee, and while he still looked sleepy and relaxed, there was more energy in his words.

"I would like to continue doing this," the words slip from him before you can muster up the courage to thank him for his time and leave. His fingers brush against yours, and you couldn't move your hand away. Warm, large fingers slip over yours with more confidence and he's practically holding your hand when he speaks again. "I can promise you discretion, Miss (Y/N). I simply don't wish to let every joy you've brought me the last couple of months crumble to dust so easily."

That guilty feeling throbs within you again. It's obvious that someone in his situation would find it hard to connect with anyone the way you two had the last two months. The man you knew from the last two months was kind, attentive, intelligent, and even tempered. He was a good person, even if things had caused him to live in a way that was, admittedly, kind of terrifying to you.

Warlords were at least backed by the Government. They had been assigned specifically to create a barrier around the growing territories of the Emperors, allowing the government to press the four emperors from both sides. The well defended holy zone in the middle of the Metro, and the sprawling rural and suburban areas beyond the Warlords' territory. The Emperors, stuck between the two, had to follow certain rules if they wanted to continue to receive supplies.

It was an uneasy balance of power between the three groups.

"No one would know." You say softly.

"No one."

"I just... I don't want to see my picture in the paper without warning." Your excuse is a little weak, but no less true.

"No picture would make it to print." He promises, and there's a dark and nearly terrifying weight to that promise.

You chew the bottom of your lip lightly, trying to decide. He tightens his grip on your hand just a little, lifting it up and kissing one of your fingers gently. Your face flushes, and your mind is already trying to decide what his kisses must feel like.

"Once more, just decide that for now. You can think on things between now and the next occasion. I can promise you won't regret doing this once more."

Once more. Once more couldn't hurt. Once more, maybe even twice more. Enough to assuage your own guilt, maybe even get over your own fears. Once more. Just enough time to learn what that forbidden kiss tastes like. Once more. Enough time to know what this warm hand feels like, brushing across skin more needy than a few fingers.

"Once more." You agree, your face flushing to your ears, you pull your hand back and his expression falters just ever so slightly. "P-perhaps twice." You admit softly, and see a soft sly smile curl at the edges of his lips.

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Whumptober Alt Prompt #7 - "All Safe and Sound" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Using a @whumptober alt prompt for today. A bit of a different twist on a Giorno scar reveal fic for today with some misunderstandings and protective papa bears Bruno and Abbacchio

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Prompts Used: Alt. #7: Examination Fandoms: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Giorno

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Abbacchio hurried through the doors of the emergency room with the bundle of blankets and blond teen in his arms.

"Hey!" he called sharply to the nurse working the reception desk. "I'm gonna need some help here. The kid's fever spiked and he's currently unresponsive."

The nurse moved far too calmly for Abbacchio's liking. "Do you know the reason for the fever?"

"He's sick," Abbacchio snapped. "Flu or something—I don't know, I'm not a doctor. He came down with it a few days ago." Even now he could feel Giorno shivering in his arms, soft whimpers escaping every once in a while. Abbacchio readjusted him so that his head wasn't lolling uncomfortably over his arm, but instead tucked against his chest.

"Any other symptoms?"

"Regular coughing and congestion, vomiting—can we please get him some help?"

"Calm down, sir, we'll get him to an examination room shortly."

The nurse picked up the phone and called someone as Abbacchio was practically grinding his teeth, standing there with Giorno still in his arms.

A doctor finally showed up and she beckoned to Abbacchio. "Follow me, I'll see to him."

Abbacchio gratefully followed her down the hall and lowered Giorno onto the exam bed.

"How long has he been like this?" the doctor asked.

"He's only been unresponsive for about an hour, once I saw his fever had gone up near 105, I decided to bring him in. He hasn't been able to keep anything down, not even liquids so he's severely dehydrated."

The doctor was silent as she began unwrapping Giorno from the blanket, giving him a cursory examination.

"You said he had flu symptoms?"

"Yes, as far as we know, it started out like a head cold and then he got the fever and vomiting," Abbacchio replied, folding his arms tightly across his chest as he watched the doctor peel Giorno's eyelids back and look in his ears and nose before taking his temperature.

"Anything in his medical history that I need to know about?"

Abbacchio sighed in exasperation, throwing his hands up. "I don't know."

"I assume you're not his parent," the doctor said, eyeing him up and down.

"No," Abbacchio replied.

"Guardian, then? Or some other family member?"

"I…no, I guess guardian?"

"Sir, I'm going to need a definitive answer on that."

"What the hell does it matter what I am to him? Can't you do your damn job either way? He's a sick kid, help him!"

"What is his name and age?" the doctor asked stiffly as she checked Giorno's temperature.

"Giorno Giovanna, he's sixteen."

The doctor continued silently, putting her stethoscope in her ears and slipping it under Giorno's shirt to listen to his heart. She then rolled him onto his side presumably to listen to his lungs, but as she started to roll his shirt up his back she stopped, freezing slightly before she tugged it back down and turned to Abbacchio with a stony look.

"Sir, I need you to leave the room."

"What? No way, I'm not leaving until I know he's gonna be okay!" Abbacchio protested. "He'll freak out if he wakes up here without anyone he knows."

"I'm afraid I will not allow any argument on this issue," the doctor said and simply marched over, grabbing Abbacchio's arm roughly and pulling him toward the door. "Unless you want me to call security. I'll be out to discuss things with you soon."

Abbacchio was so stunned that he allowed her to shove him out the door and close it behind him. He stood there for a long moment, confusion and worry crashing through him before he finally forced himself to go back to the waiting room, slumping in one of the chairs and bouncing his leg anxiously.

He felt awful, honestly. Bruno had only left for one freaking day and Abbacchio hadn't even been able to watch over a sick kid. Trish and Narancia, who were the only other ones home had been helpful with Giorno's tending but they hadn't known any more than he did. They'd all thought it was just a flu. But then when Giorno's fever spiked so much he turned delirious and now with the doctor's reaction…what if something genuinely serious was wrong with the kid and none of them had noticed? Abbacchio had just thought it was because Giorno had the habit of running himself into the ground so when a bug got to him it hit him really hard—Bruno was the same way. But what if it wasn't something so simple as the yearly flu?

He finally plucked up the courage to call Bruno. He'd promised to call Trish and Narancia too but wanted to wait until he got any news.

"Abbacchio?" Bruno picked up after a couple rings.

"Hey," Abbacchio rubbed a hand over his face. "Giorno…he got worse, so I took him to the emergency room. His fever spiked and I didn't know what else to do."

"God," Bruno murmured. "Okay, no, you did what you should have, Leone. I'm back in the city and I'll make my way over there after dropping the others off. Did they say anything else?"

"No," Abbacchio didn't want to alarm Bruno before he got here in person, especially if he was just reading the situation wrong. "The doctor's still looking at him."

"Okay. Thank you for looking after him, Leone. I'm sure he'll be okay."

Abbacchio wasn't entirely sure, but he ended the call.

He waited a little bit longer, but finally got impatient and stood, heading back toward the room he'd left Giorno in.

He was surprised to see the doctor and a couple nurses standing in the open doorway, talking quietly. Abbacchio could see past them to Giorno lying in the bed, covered in a blanket with an IV drip attached to his arm, hopefully giving him some much needed hydration.

When the doctor spotted him coming their way, she pointed to him with a couple murmured words to the others before stepping up as if to confront him.

"Sir, I asked you to wait in the waiting room."

"All I wanted was an answer as to whether the kid would be okay or not," Abbacchio snapped.

"He's going to be fine," the doctor said shortly. "We're giving him some intravenous fluids right now and some strong medicine to bring the fever down."

"Great," Abbacchio replied, still uneasy. "So can I sit with him, then?"

"We think it's best that you stay away from Giorno until we can ask him a few questions."

Abbacchio frowned, genuinely confused. "Why? He contagious or something? More so than a normal flu?"

"This isn't about him being sick," one of the other doctors spoke up. "This is about your relationship to the young man."

Abbacchio felt like he was about to tear his hair out. "What the hell does that have to do with it?"

"Normally, nothing," the doctor said. "But when a patient shows such clear signs of abuse, it's our job to ask. Especially when they come in with an obviously aggressive 'guardian'." The last word was spoken very pointedly with a cocked eyebrow but Abbacchio was still hooked on 'clear signs of abuse'.

"What do you mean signs of abuse?" he demanded, voice raised quite a bit now.

"Sir, calm down—"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!" Abbacchio snapped. "You refuse to give me Giorno's diagnosis, kick me out of the room, and then accuse me of abusing him? Just because I waited an hour to see if his fever would go down by itself instead of taking him here at the first sign of a sniffle?"

"Stop deflecting," the doctor said sternly. "This isn't about him being sick, this about the scars that are literally covering his back."

That information was like a slap to Abbacchio's face. He stood there with his mouth hanging open. "The what?!"

"For you to even enter this room, we're going to need both proof of guardianship and Giorno's express approval—after it has been given in private to one of our staff with the promise of security should he refuse."

"What the fuck kind of bastard do you think I am to beat a kid?" Abbacchio demanded, furious.

"Call security," the doctor told one of the nurses firmly. "Sir, I'll give you one more chance to leave before you're escorted off the premises."

"I'm not leaving the kid here alone!" Abbacchio shouted.

"What exactly is going on here?"

The authoritative voice stopped everyone, and Abbacchio spun in relief to see Bucciarati striding up.

"Bruno, thank god," Abbacchio growled. "The doctor here refuses to let me see Giorno because she's convinced I've abused him."

"Excuse me?" Bruno demanded, eyebrow raised.

The doctor folded her arms over her chest. "Are you Signore Giovanna's guardian?"

"Yes, I am," Bruno replied firmly. "What is the problem here? Why can't Abbacchio sit with him? I assume a badly sick minor is reason enough to forgo usual visiting hours?"

"It's policy that if we expect a patient of being the victim of abuse we cannot allow any potential abusers near them."

"What abuse are we talking about here?" Bruno demanded.

"She says he has scars on his back," Abbacchio said, feeling sick to his stomach at the thought. "Do you know anything about that?"

"What?" Bruno asked incredulously. "Are you accusing Abbacchio of beating him?"

"Well, sir, someone clearly has," the doctor said firmly. "And unless I get some answers out of you two, neither of you are going to be allowed in that room."

"Now see here, Doctor," Bucciarati said, voice low and dangerous. Abbacchio could see his Stand aura wavering around him, Sticky Fingers' hands turning into fists over his own. "Whatever abuse happened to that boy it was not done under my roof, and I resent—"

"Please…stop."

Everyone froze, turning to the open door of the room to see Giorno, propping himself up weakly, looking toward them.

"Giorno," Bruno murmured stepping forward before the doctor held her arm across the door. Abbacchio was sure for a second that Bruno was going to zip it off her body, but Giorno's voice carried weakly to them again.

"They didn't do it. Please let them in," he said.

The doctor didn't relent. "Are you just saying that because you're scared of what they'll do?" she asked kindly. "I promise, no one will hurt you here. We'll have them taken away if that's what you want."

"No!" Giorno pleaded, reaching out and the sight made Abbacchio's heart ache, furious at the doctor. "Don't do that!"

Bruno moved forward. "This has gone far enough, I'm going in to see him."

"Call security!" the doctor snapped, making a move to grab at Bruno's arm, as the other nurses stepped forward.

"Is that you, Bucciarati?" A new voice called as footsteps came down the hall. "What's going on here?"

Abbacchio turned to see a middle-aged man in scrubs and a lab coat walking down the hall, brow pinched in confusion.

Bruno turned and let out a relived sigh. "Ah, Dr. Folliero, I'm so glad you're on duty tonight. One of your doctors seems to have gotten the wrong idea about one of my men."

"What's going on, Marzia?" the doctor asked.

The woman folded her arms. "Doctor, this man brought in a very sick young man with signs of abuse and neither of them have done anything to convince me that one of them was not the one responsible."

"They're not!" Giorno's weak voice came again before he coughed, one of the nurses pushed inside to go see to him.

"This man is with you, Bucciarati?" Dr. Folliero asked, motioning to Abbacchio.

"Yes," both Bruno and Abbacchio said at the same time as the doctor nodded.

"Normally, I would say your dedication is admirable, Marzia," Dr. Folliero said calmly. "However, in this case you're quite mistaken." He reached out to squeeze Bruno's arm fondly. "I've known Bruno Bucciarati since he was little more than a boy coming to visit his ailing father. And since then he has brought me many children off the streets and paid for their treatment out of pocket. He is the last person you should be accusing of abuse to anyone other than the abusers themselves."

"And I assure you that Abbacchio does not beat children either," Bruno said firmly. "He just doesn't take kindly to people keeping information from him when it involves family." Abbacchio flushed, somewhat embarrassed by his conduct, but he would still stand by his principles.

The doctor Marzia looked thoroughly deflated. "I apologize, Signore. I made a mistake."

"This time, yes," Bruno told her. "But do not let that keep you from doing the same in the future. It could save someone's life."

"Well said," Dr. Folliero nodded, giving his protégé a fond look. "I'll see to the boy myself."

Bruno instantly flew into the room with Abbacchio quick to follow.

"How are you doing, kid?" he asked Giorno softly. "Sorry for the trouble."

Bruno took a seat beside him, taking his hand and squeezing in reassurance.

Giorno looked awful, lying there, pale, except for his flushed cheeks, the IV drip leading to a taped needle in the crook of his arm.

"Feel a little better," he murmured.

Dr. Folliero checked him over briefly. "Your fever is down to a manageable 102.5. If you keep this up and are able to keep something in your stomach by tomorrow, then we'll see about getting you out of here."

Giorno nodded tiredly, before his eyes slid shut again, clasping Bruno's hand firmly.

"He'll be all right?" Abbacchio asked the doctor.

The old man smiled at him kindly. "Yes. It's just a bad flu. I would simply recommend he get lots of rest in order to recuperate once you get him back home."

"That's all I wanted to know before," Abbacchio muttered.

Folliero's face sobered them. "I take it from the conversation you didn't know about his scars?"

Bruno's face turned pained as he shook his head. "No, I didn't. Giorno's only been with us for about six months and he hasn't told me much about his past yet."

The doctor nodded. "Well, I'm glad he found you, Bucciarati, wherever he might have been before." He squeezed Bruno's shoulder and shook Abbacchio's hand before he left. "I'll be here all night. Don't hesitate to ask for me if he needs anything."

"Thank you," Bruno said, tiredly.

Abbacchio stood there for a long second before he pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna go call the others real quick. Give them an update."

Bruno nodded, still focused on Giorno.

By the time he got back, someone had brought two hot coffees and Abbacchio gratefully took one as he pulled another chair over to the side of the bed.

"Hey," Abbacchio said, nudging Bruno's knee. "Try not to interrogate him about it. I'm sure he didn't want us to find out like this."

Bruno's look was stricken but he nodded reluctantly, reaching out to push some stray bangs from Giorno's sweaty forehead. "I know. Just…the thought that the bastard who did it might still be out there somewhere…"

"I know," Abbacchio replied darkly. "But ultimately it's up to Giorno."

They sat mostly in silence all night. Abbacchio dozed off, but woke as the shift nurse came in around dawn to check on Giorno.

"He's doing well," she said kindly. "Fever's down to 100 now. We'll let him try eating someone when he wakes up."

Bruno nodded gratefully and the nurse left. Abbacchio stood, stretching with a yawn. "I'll go grab some more coffee."

When he came back, Giorno was awake, and allowing Bruno to prop him up, holding a cup for him to drink from.

"Hey, you're looking a little better," Abbacchio told him, setting Bruno's coffee on the beside table.

"I feel a little better," Giorno admitted. "Just…tired."

"Yes, and you'll be resting up for quite a while," Bruno insisted. Abbacchio wished he could get a recording to play back the next time Bruno got sick.

Giorno looked down at his lap, hands clenched in the blanket. "I…owe you an explanation."

"No, Giorno," Bruno said quietly. "You don't owe us anything, especially not until you're well."

Giorno fidgeted. "if I don't tell you now, I'll just be thinking of it the whole time," he said tiredly, hands clutching the blankets tighter. "The scars…they're from my stepfather. He used to beat me. Usually when he was drunk, but not always. I…I didn't tell you about them before because I just wanted to put that part of my life behind me, but I couldn't let them kick you out, and I couldn't stand to hear them accuse you of doing it because you're…" His eyes filled and his breath hitched. He cringed, knuckles going white as he clenched his fists tighter in the blankets. "You've all been so good to me and I didn't think I'd ever know what it felt like to be part of a family."

"Oh, Giorno," Bruno whispered, looking on the verge of tears himself. He was already standing before he asked. "May I hug you?"

Giorno nodded, choking back a sob, and clung to Bruno as he pulled him into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he sniffled. "I didn't mean to get like this."

"It's the fever talking," Abbacchio said, having mercy on the kid as he sat on the other side of the bed and opened his arms to hug Giorno next. "But you don't need to apologize either. I'm sorry you had shit parents and I promise that all you have to do is say the word and if they're still breathing, they won't be for long."

Giorno squeezed him weakly. "Thanks, Abba," he murmured into his chest.

Abbacchio met Bucciarati's eyes over Giorno's head with a silent nod. They would definitely be looking into information about Giorno's stepfather, keeping tabs on him.

Abbacchio pulled away and Bruno leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to the side of Giorno's head. "Best get some more rest. You should be able to go home by tonight."

Giorno nodded and passed out almost instantly as Bruno pulled the blanket over him again.

"You know, Leone," Bruno said quietly. "I used to wonder if it was worth it, worth all the blood and pain and filthy deeds this life brings. But being able to have the power to protect the ones who need it—it makes it all worth it in the end, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Abbacchio replied sincerely. "It does."

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Decided to post my Backrooms chapter illustrations separately. The links to all the (SFW) chapters can be found here:

I really wanted to push myself not just as a writer, but also as a digital artist for this story.

You can read some rambles about my art process for each illustration below the cut.

Ch 1: For this chapter cover, I wanted to do my best to replicate the eerie, sickly vibe of Level Zero. And that resulted me in really playing around with the lighting and shadows in a way that I hadn't before. I also wanted to give it a bit of wonky perspective and feel a bit like an illusion-house.

Ch 2: Lookit this cheeky fucker. Totally isn't a Tower of Terror employee luring you into a false sense of security. 😁 My initial idea for this illustration was to make it look as if the Manager's cuttlefish head was really morphing & bowing out from within the wallpaper. I tried a couple drafts where I attempted to line up his tentacles and facial patterns with the wallpaper patterns. And idk, it just didn't end up looking as cool as it did in my head. (Also hallelujiah for Clip pattern brushes, they helped me make the trim around the elevator.)

Ch 3: Fun fact: This chapter was originally going to be the second half of my hotel chapter. But I'm glad it became its own thing, cause otherwise it would've robbed me of the chance to draw Rags acting like a supervillain in a construction helmet and flannel 👍

also Clip Studio Assets are a godsend, they prevent me from having to draw out an entire freakin warehouse floorplan. I did color it all myself though.

Ch 4: I remember this drawing taking me longer than I would've liked.Then again I've always struggled to draw somewhat realistic-looking water. The shadow off-shooting below the smaller cube pool into the deeper water was actually a complete accident.

And in case anyone was wanting to see a close-up of Lionfish Rags:

And again, Spike and Drake are temporary names for the sake of this AU setting until I think of actual names (for if and when I ever get around to making a Mer-Nautica AU like I've been wanting to). The silhouettes show how big they were when I first saw them in my dreams:

Ch 5: I had visuals in mind for a group of Wanderers/ Survivors since before I wrote this chapter, and grew even more attached to them as I wrote them. I was originally going to just have them depicted here, but I also couldn't get the stupid image of Rags and his megaphone out of my head and decided it needed to be shared 👌

Ch 6: When I tell yall that it was a struggle to get through drawing this. And not because of genuine art struggles; No, because of the pure Lee Panik that gripped my soul when having to zoom in close on Rags' sadistic unhinged Ler face hhhhhhfdhdfjgkfghl-

This was one of the chapters I was most looking forward to writing. It's still one of my favs in terms of pure unbridled ruthless gang-tickling, the culmination of my pred/prey/chasing fantasies revolving around laughter-hungry monsters, along with some good ol Mad Scientist roleplay.

...Oh and the first official introduction of the final antagonist, there's that too 😛

Ch 7: Yall have no idea the absolute childlike glee I felt when discovering that there's a freaking Bouncehouse/McDonalds Playplace level of the Backrooms. But holy hell, drawing the Toon Monsters was more of a challenge than I thought. There's a surprising amount of finesse in depicting that wacky, slightly-unnerving/uncanny toony charm. (Ballpit brush is best brush, change mymind)

Ch 8: Since this chapter was more or less meant to be a sort of mid-series Climax, a hint of what the battle with the Keymaster would be like, I really wanted to push myself with making this chapter cover truly stand out. It was fun to come up with a full-body design for the Court Jester (based on his Wiki interpretation of course), and it was fun to experiment with the ideas I had in mind for his magic visuals.

Once again, Clip Studio assets are a lifesaver, you can catch me actually attempting to draw a rollercoaster or carousel when I'm six feet under 👌

Ch 9: I was both excited about, and dreading, the chance to play around with various different light colors & sources. I wasn't sure how I was going to make neon blues, purples and magentas work in contrast to Rags' color palette, but I'm very happy with what I came up with.

The Dark Sovereign was also a chance for me to play around with chiaroscuro, an art technique that I've always admired (and actually really liked to do with chalk & pastel back in college). As much as I'm a slut for bright colors, I love stark contrasting black & white.

Ch 10: I went through about three iterations of sketches for this chapter cover. I felt like I just couldn't figure out how to angle the perspective of the treeline in comparison to the Giant. I'm still not even sure if I thoroughly pulled off the proper perspective of the greenhouse in the far distance. But once I added all the pretty, spooky fog effects, I became much happier with it.

Unfortunately I do not have a standalone drawing of Naga!Rags. It will definitely happen one of these days.

Ch 11: For this chapter, I wanted to draw a very cramped, stark, foreboding stretch of environment: Basically, a quintessential scene that one would see in the Backrooms if they were wandering through them alone. This is meant to be a much more down-to-earth chapter than the rest, with an air of melancholy and uncertainty. Turns out it actually lined up quite well with some of my own mental and emotional struggles that I was going through at the time.

Ch 12: For the final hurrah, I really wanted to push myself as a digital artist for this piece. (Though that doesn't mean I was about to draw all those goddamn keys from scratch, lmaoo you can thank Clip Assets for that key ring.) I wanted to try and find a way to make the Keymaster the more imposing figure in the piece, despite the fact that Rags is fully powered-up and closest to the viewer. I'm not sure if I entirely succeeded, since my end solution for making him stand out more was "MOAR GLOWY KEYS!!!"

But it was still fun, and very rewarding to get it completed.

Ch 13: I was very happy to finally get the chance to fully render Kenni for this fic. As much as shading his tendrils still drives me up the wall, it felt nice drawing the good soff boi. And I was happy to give an idea of how his Dream realm looks, with all its pastel clouds and close proximity to the Astral plane.

#backrooms #backrooms fanart #tickling #tickle fic #oc #original character #original characters #monster #monster boy #tickle monster #artoftt

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deliah-clarke · 19 days

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Yandere Absolute Carnage x Romantic!Reader Alphabet

For all my fictional serial killer obsessed peoples. (18+ for obvi reasons) Warnings: it’s Carnage so that should say a lot. Violence, yandere themes (obviously), kidnapping, darkish? Gore and stuff. Idk what else to put its freakin Dark Carnage that says enough.

Affection:How much affection does he give?

He’s….not all for it. He may be touched starved but he just seems to kinda deal with it. He was barely even affectionate to Shriek (who is no longer alive cause of cult sacrifices). Not to mention he would show you little to no affection at first as well. If you’ve been around him long enough he might possibly give a tiny kiss here or there. But affection is rare.

Blood: How much blood is he willing to spill to keep you?

As much as he wants really, hell, at some point he’ll stop doing it just for your sake and just go around killing for fun in those moments. He is Carnage, it’s in the name and reputation.

Cruelty: How much of an a-hole can he be?

1000% an a-hole. He would purposely make fun of you and tease you, just to get a reaction. Not like you could do much to 13 feet of walking death. I mean he can get annoyed pretty easy since he has the whole stress of ‘Awakening his dark symbiote god’ thing goin’ on. Norman legitimately complimented him and Carnage gave him a tired eye glare and to sum it up said, “shut the f*** up, Norman.”

Death: How would your death impact him?

To sum it up your death to him is like a someone deliberately breaking a child’s favorite toy. He’d be pissed to say the least. One, he went through so many things trying to capture you in the first place. Two, He f***ing liked you! He thought you were fun and he liked your personality, looks don’t really matter to an undead, infested serial killer much, so it was more for your personality. Three, eventually he planned to break you and you’d finally accept that this was your life and he’d have a new partner in killing!

I’m sure with Carnage being Carnage he’d eventually get over you but the mention of your name at any point would piss him off.

Enemy: Would he ever turn on you?

For the most part he can tolerate a bit especially from lil’ old you. He finds it amusing you have so many snarky and rude things to say to his face, he’ll just sit back on his throne while you are on the floor, wrists bound by symbiotic red tendrils as you sling both clever and stupid insults at him.

But the second you interrupt his gory killing sprees, which could only be cause by you escaping…well would be dragged back by the neck, broken legs dragging behind you, bleeding out of your mouth. With him throwing you roughly back down and bound by the tendrils….4x as many that time.

Friendly: Can he be friendly? How often?

Not very. If you do eventually accept him and you two go on killing sprees together (though he would keep a tight leash at first since he doesn’t fully trust you). He will definitely be his own, twisted version of playful with you, making sicker types of jokes just to see your reaction. He can be friendly-ish if you give him the chance, though it would probably involve wearing people’s faces, messing around with internal organs, face painting with blood, stuff like that. Hope you have a strong stomach because he won’t hold back for anyone.

Give: Would he give a present? What would he do if he received one.

Er…his gifts aren’t the most…humane. Sometimes he’ll leave little gory surprises to freak you out and watch you gag. He hasn’t really ever given you a present like a normal lover would, but he tries regardless, if he feels you deserve it.

He would be confused if he was given a present by you. The first question he’d probably as is, ‘how the f*** did you get out of your restraints?’ And if that wasn’t an issue he’d probably give a dismissive “thanks” and open it in private, he’d see this as getting through to you, which would crack an excited smile from him, regardless of what you gave him.

Hell: What is he willing to put you through?

Anything. Except death, because he won’t let you get the satisfaction of dying if he was punishing you.

Ignore: How does he feel if he’s being ignored?

There was a panel of Carnage running at Eddie and shouting ‘Pay Attention To Me!’. So it is most likely that he doesn’t like being ignored. He’ll say something mayyyybbbbeeee at a max of three times if he’s feeling generous which is rare. Past that he has no problem dragging you out of The Spire and dangling you with a tendril wrapped around your foot above some of the tallest buildings in New York.

Jealous: Does he get jealous? Yes. He doesn’t like you around anyone outside of your ‘family’ (demagoblin, doppleganger, cultists and the hive.) Out of jealousy he’ll often do many things that seem out of character and confusing to you. Such as hold you close and give you awkward but well-meant affections. He would typically do this to people like Norman Osborn, (who thinks he’s Kasady), Carnage does not like you talking to Norman and that is usually where the jealousy starts. Carnage will pull you close to him and absolutely coddle you. If it was anyone else you talked to outside of who he allowed, (this is if you accepted him) he would absolutely rip out their spine and shove it down their throat the second you left the room.

Knavish: Is he willing to be dishonest?

He wouldn’t really need to be, he doesn’t typically spare feelings, if not ever. If he needed to lie to manipulate you into doing what he wants, then yeah he would.

Love Letters: How does he show his appreciation to you?

When you accept him he’ll gift you some stuff from your first kills, stuff from the first time you met, along with the occasional compliment from him.

If you still hadn’t accepted him he won’t do anything you show his appreciation, why the f*** do you deserve it?

Mask: Does he hide his true self from you?

Nah. He’s just your sadistic, masochist lover as you know him.

No: How does he feel about his lover telling him no?

He’ll be a bit shocked no doubt, but he’ll be quick to shut that s*** down. He’s definitely more dominant in your relationship. There are a few instances where he’ll (begrudgingly) accept no, as you can imagine.

Oppression: How many rights will he take away?

As many as he feels you shouldn’t have.

Perseverance: What are the lengths he will go to get you back?

Honestly he has the entire hive to hunt you down, but he’d make it personal and hunt you himself. He’d never let you go, it’s more about pride than love though. And when he got a hold of you…you’d be in for the worst time of your life.

Quit: Would he ever stop pursuing you?

His pride wouldn’t let him.

Regret: Would he ever regret kidnapping you?

That’s laughable to him if you even thought that.

Sanity: What will he do if you lose your sanity

HELL YES! That would be absolutely amazing to him. A sadist little lover, equal in bloodlust and insanity sittin’ pretty by his side as you both watch the world drown in red. A dream come true to him.

Touch: What happens if someone puts their hands on you?

That would result in a slow, painful death for anyone who lays a finger on you. Especially when you accept him and all that, you become more open to him. He would twist off their limbs and splinter their bones, among other things. No one gets to touch you. He doesn’t like to share.

Union: What are his future plans?

Marraige, dating, what’s the difference? It’d really be up to you he doesn’t care what title you two have.

Vengeance: Would he avenge you if you died

Initially, he’ll get over you pretty fast, but he would, like I said, your name would be a sensitive subject.

Wit’s End: How much ‘til he’s had enough?

Like I also said, he can tolerate you pretty well, but as soon as you make a big mess up, such as, extremely setting back the awakening of Knull. He’ll definitely be angry. And end your life for that setback.

X-ray: Does he care about your health?

As your future lover he does, he’s just not super open about it. Honestly hes fine with hurting you, just not other people hurting you. He doesn’t want you to die…yet.

Yearn: Does he need you? Want? Yeah. Need? No.

Zenith: Will he break his love to get what he wants?

That’s basically his whole goal.

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sir-sunawani · 10 months

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 3: Sand Trap

"Ah... no, it's f-fine." Your face goes red, and your body tries to disappear in on itself.

There's an amused note in his voice when he speaks. "It seems sixty days of conversation is evaporating right before my eyes."

You flinch, feeling guilty. "Sorry! Sorry, I uh..." You cover your face with your hands. "Of all the statistical possibilities, I wasn't prepared for this."

He chuckles, it's a warm sound that seems to stay in his chest. "Understandably. I do hope you'll decide to stay, at least."

"I... yes." You relax. You'd been having really great conversations with him for the last two months, and it wouldn't be fair to just leave.

More pointedly, would you survive, if you just walked out on a Freakin' WARLORD?!

"Try not to think of me as your boss, Miss?"

"My boss' boss' boss." You correct, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "And it's (Y/N). (Y/N)(L/N), uh... sir."

"If you're not comfortable saying my name in public, you can call me Sunawani." He offers, picking up a menu and looking it over.

"Sunawani?"

"Mmhm. It's just a different language from what's used in the Metro." He clarifies, looking up from the menu to glance at you. "What do you think?"

Your decision helped you refocus on the menu, and you were finally starting to sort out what was being offered.

Shortly after, Vivi came over and introduced herself.

"I'm Vivi, I'll be your server today." She says cheerfully. You could tell she was happy for you. "Have you decided what you'll have today, or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I know what I'd like, but I think my companion may need a few more moments." Crocodile offers, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, no – no, I can sort out what I want by the time you're done ordering." You assure him. Please gods just get the food out here and give you something to distract yourself with.

"And you, miss?" Vivi prompts after a moment.

"You know, what he ordered sounds delicious. I'll have the same, but uh, maybe some green tea instead of coffee."

"Same prep for the steak and eggs?"

"Oh yes, thank you."

"Second to that I am worried about how this impacts work." You admit, after he doesn't say anything to your first point. "I've never dated a coworker, let alone..."

"Your boss' boss' boss."

"Yeah, that." Your face is pink, and you can feel the heat in your ears.

"I sense a third point," he says softly, catching your gaze for a moment.

"Ah... yeah, I'd rather not say yet." You admit honestly.

His eyes seem to search you for a moment, despite their half-lidded and relaxed appearance you feel like they're fully focused.

"Well, working two out of three concerns should be enough to start." He acquiesces after a moment's consideration. "Thank you for your compliment earlier."

"Compliment? Oh, yeah, you're welcome." You keep trying to will your face from turning any redder.

Vivi comes by with your drinks and sets them down with a smile. You're glad to have something to distract yourself with and cup your cup of green tea between your hands like it could save you.

"Food will be just a few more minutes." She assures you both and sets down glasses of ice water to go with your warm drinks.

"Thank you," Crocodile says, his eyes still on you and you just nod, not sure you can trust your voice right now.

"Would this be easier for you if I were ugly?" He questions, amusement just under the surface of his smooth voice after Vivi leaves.

You nearly choke on your tea.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to cover up my scar." He muses.

It's a trap, and you walk right into it. "I've seen your scar; it just makes it worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah, it, uh..." You flush brightly, realizing what you've muttered yourself into, trying to disappear into your teacup. "Makes... you... look... hotter."

You chug the rest of your tea, trying to ignore the very pointed, very pleased, gaze across the table from you. With the teacup empty you reach for one of the glasses of water.

"Thirsty?"

Phrasing! Yes! Dammit! Thoughts rush through your head and you stop yourself mid-move to take a drink.

"Ah, sorry." You say, not really sure what exactly you're apologizing for.

"You have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should apologize for teasing you." He admits, a sly smile pulling at his lips. "But you seem to have relaxed a little."

You sigh a little, since you can't argue, "Just... ah, if you could assure me... promise, maybe?"

"Nothing that happens between us will negatively effect your job." He states easily.

"Or positively." You prompt.

That one eyebrow goes up again as he takes a sip of coffee. "Naïve, but admiral. Very well, neither positive nor negative impacts at work due to whatever may happen between us, I promise."

The conversation afterward was casual and easy. Crocodile seemed more awake after some coffee, and while he still looked sleepy and relaxed, there was more energy in his words.

It was an uneasy balance of power between the three groups.

"No one would know." You say softly.

"No one."

"I just... I don't want to see my picture in the paper without warning." Your excuse is a little weak, but no less true.

"No picture would make it to print." He promises, and there's a dark and nearly terrifying weight to that promise.

"Once more, just decide that for now. You can think on things between now and the next occasion. I can promise you won't regret doing this once more."

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #x reader #sir crocodile x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere #grandline metro au

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rainofthetwilight · 1 year

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**NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING EPISODES 1-10 SPOILERS, BEWARE**

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, I WILL BE RANTING ABOUT EACH EPISODE AND IF YOU CLICK THAT KEEP READING BUTTON IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU GET SPOILED!!!!

-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST 10 EPISODES IN ENGLISH AND IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

MAN I LOVED IT SO SO FREAKIN MUCH LIKE JUST WHAT???MWHT??, XJAOSHDJW AND THE WRITING IS MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

AND DID WE JUST SEE THE GECKLES, MUNCE AND MERLOPIANS???? MY GOD

THE RACE??? THAT ONE RUDE GIRL'S NAME BEING KREEL??? NINJAGO NAMES ARE GETTING WEIRDER BY THE DAY

LOBBO MY BABY, HE'S EVERYTHING <3

CROSSROADS CARNIVAL??I WANNA GO THERE I WANNA FUCKING GO

ARIN KNOWING HOW TO BAKE PIES? MAKE ME ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

LOYD TRAINING ARIN AND SORA AJSHDKAUWHRHD AND THEM SNEAKING OUT AND HIM BEING LIKE "yeah we'd definitely do that to wu lolz"

THAT FUCKING MAGICIAN GUY'S NAME IS DORAMA, AND I LOVE HOW LLOYD, ARIN AND SORA WERE SCARED OF THAT NIGHTMARE-INDUCING PUPPET

AND THAT SPINJITZU BURST THING FROM LLOYD TURNED OUT TO BE AN OVERDRIVE TO HIS POWERS FROM THAT HUGE DRAGON MATRIACH? GAH DAMM

AND THE FLASHBACK WHERE HE HUGGED KAI SJKSHDJSJS

AND SORA CANONICALLY SINGS WHEN SHES DOING SOMETHING, LOUDLY TOO? SAME SORA SAME

AND AHHHHHH LLOYD REUNITING WITH NYA AGAIN GB OF THE RGB <333

NYA ASKING ABOUT JAY AND GETTING SAD WHEN THEY TOLD HER HE WASNT WITH THEM OM-

AND THEY THOUGHT KAI WAS DEAD AND IN THE END HE WASN'T, YET FUCKED UP AND BROUGHT SOME DRAGONS TO THE CRAGLING VILLAGE (kai you loveable stupid idiot)

AND THE RGB SIBS BICKERING AND SORA'S CONFUSED LIKE "is this how trained ninja warriors act like"

ARIN ONCE ASKING A BARBER TO GIVE HIM "THE ZANE"?? I LOVE YOU BABY BOY. AND KAI REFUSING AND TELLING HIM HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN "tHe kAi" INSTEAD AJNSSHSMSJ

AND THERES A NEW FUCKING EM OF WIND? IN THE CLOUD KINGDOM? AND HER NAME IS EUPHRASIA? HER NAME IS SO PRETTYYYY, I JUST HATE HOW THEY DIDNT TAKE HER WITH THEM OR SMTH SHE LITERALLY SAVED SORA AND ARIN

LLOYD CANONICALLY PICKS HIS NOSE, AND EATS THE GODDAMNED BOOGERS IM SORRY W H A T (THANK YOU WEIRD CLOUD KINGDOM GOO WORMS)

KAI CALLING LLOYD BOOGERS PLEASE. "master of green boogers" I LOVE THIS

SORA'S.REAL.NAME.IS.ANA? ANA? ANA? AND SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER A DRAGON THEY IMPRISONED AT IMPERIUM? AND THE WORD 'SORA' MEANS ORPHAN IN THE IMPERIAN LANGUAGE THING?

i fucking hate dr.larow. like bitch get out of the damned way PLEASE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO OUR GIRL

i NAWWW NAWW I LOVE THEIR FAKE NAMES FOR THEIR IMPERIUM IDS. LLOYD AS DOYLL DARMAGON? ARIN AS LAMPSHADE FLOORTILE???? THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. (lloyd shouldve named himself dolly smh)

BABY WYLD FYRE I REPEAT. BABY WYLD FYRE AHHH SHES SO GODDAMN CUTE. HEATWAVE LOVES HIS HUMAN DAUGHTER SO MUCH <333 (AND SHE LOVES HIM TOO)

ARIN MEETING THOSE IPTF IDIOTS?? PERCIVAL BITCH LITERALLY BE HOVERING RIYU IN HIS TOY HOVERBOARD (in the words of empress beatrix)

KAI PLAYING VIDEOGAMES AND ASKING THE GHOST THAT SOMEHOW KNEW HIS NAME IF IT WANTED A SELFIE WITH HIM? KAI HONEY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS.

I LOVE THE DRAMA THATS HAPPENING IN IMPERIUM LIKE WOAH MAN. AND ZANE? HES BACK? MY BOY IS ALIVE AND WELL AHAJAHSHSNSJSJSNS

AND ITS ACTUALLY BEEN YEARS SINCE THE MERGE?? I THOUGHT IT WAS WEEKS AT FIRST FROM WHAT LLOYD SAID

THAT HUGE ASS DRAGON IN THE SPHERE?? LLOYD INHERITING HIS POWER AND SEEING SOME VISIONS OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE NINJA'S GRAVES WITH THEIR MASKS ON IT? LEGO WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HUH? H U H???

RAS IS CANONICALLY AN OUTLANDER AND NOT FROM IMPERIUM WE CALLED IT NINJAGO FANDOM WE FUCKING CALLED IT!

WYLD FYRE AND KAI'S FIRE HIGH FIVE AHSKAHDJDHDENEJEJS

SORA FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT HER POWER, WETHER HERS OR RIYU'S IS HER RESPONSIBILITY YESSS!!!!

AHHHH LLOYD AND NYA HUG ONCE AGAIN <333

overall i fucking LOVED part one of dragons rising, it was filled with so much drama and action and GAHH MY HEART IS GOING CRAZY <333 LEGO REDEEMING THEMSELVES AFTER CRYSTALLISED WITH NOT JUST GOOD ANIMATION, BUT WRITING TOO??? (my only bad opinion tho is that the pacing can get a little wacky here and there)

9.5/10 for part 1, cant wait to see what else is to come!!!

#im so sorry if i went way too crazy in this i just loved dragons rising so much like #ninjago spoilers #levi's ted talks #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #ninjago beatrix #ninjago ras #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago rapton

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mint-mumbles · 6 months

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I’m evolving…

Here’s my Spotify Wrapped if anyone is interested (I’m not adding pictures other than the conclusion, I’ll just write it out in text):

I listened to 21 genres

1. Rock

2. Vocaloid

3. pov: indie

4. Pop

5. Pixel

My song taste is most similar to Savannah, Florida, USA (because Spotify said how they like MCR, Will Wood, and IDKHBTFM)

I played 769 songs this year

My top songs were:

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance (played 35 times)

2. Absinthe by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

3. Freak on a Leash by Korn

4. Dead! by My Chemical Romance

5. The End. by My Chemical Romance

I listened to Spotify music for 9,272 minutes (6 days) with the highest day coming out to 363 minutes (6.05 hours) and was in the top 33% of listeners worldwide

I listened to 397 artists this year

My top artist was Muse (as you saw up top, I’m keeping up the trend) and was a top 1% fan who spent 1,401 minutes (23.35 hours) listening to them with the song I listened to the most by them being Futurism (2001)

My other top artists were:

2. MCR

3. Korn

4. Pierce the Veil

5. Ghost

I now conclude this by letting you know that I’m going to Spotify’s HQ and finding the person who didn’t pay their overworked employees who created this… “design” (I just wanna talk…)

Top 100 incoming, so brace yourself! Turn back before it’s too late!

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You (by MCR)

2. Absinthe (by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

3. Freak on a Leash (by Korn)

4. Dead! (by MCR)

5. The End. (by MCR)

6. System of a Down (by SOAD)

7. Young Girl A (by Siinamota)

8. Futurism (by Muse)

9. Demolition Lovers (by MCR)

10. Rolling Girl (by wowaka)

11. Moonchild (by Fields of the Nephilim)

12. Sunburn (by Muse)

13. You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us (by MCR)

14. Duality (by Slipknot)

15. Death of an Executioner (by Pierce the Veil)

16. Pretty Rave Girl (by S3RL)

17. Freakin’ Freak (by Dot Dot Curve)

18. 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) (by Will Wood)

19. King for a Day (by Pierce the Veil)

20. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race (by FOB)

21. Dragula (by Rob Zombie)

22. The Second Law: Unsustainable (by Muse)

23. I Can’t Decide (by Scissor Sisters)

24. Venom (by Kairikibear)

25. As the World Caves In (by Matt Maltese)

26. Muscle Museum (by Muse)

27. The Only Hope for Me is You (by MCR)

28. Ga (ft. Hatsune Miku) (by Utsu-P)

29. girl’s a liar (by witted)

30. Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever) (by Muse)

31. I / Me / Myself (by Will Wood)

32. It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish (by MCR)

33. Got the Life (by Korn)

34. Screenager (2001) (by Muse)

35. People Are Strange (The Doors)

36. The Foundations of Decay (by MCR)

37. Redesign Your Logo (Bonus Track) (by Lemon Demon)

38. Creep (by Radiohead)

39. You Know My Name (by Chris Cornell)

40. This is How I Disappear (by MCR)

41. Ruler of Everything (by Tally Hall)

42. Eighth Wonder (by Lemon Demon)

43. Virtual Insanity - Remastered (by Jamiroquai)

44. Planetary (GO!) (by MCR)

45. Lost One’s Weeping (by Neru)

46. Newly Edgy Idols (by Mitchie M)

47. Take Me to Church (by Hozier)

48. Hang ‘Em High (by MCR)

49. Hurt (by NIN)

50. Starman - 2012 Remaster (by David Bowie)

51. Escape (by Muse)

52. Give ‘Em Hell, Kid (by MCR)

53. Dead Bodies Everywhere (by Korn)

54. Because You’re Here (by PinocchioP)

55. Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm (by Get Started)

56. BUG (by Kairikibear)

57. Twist (by Korn)

58. Mama (by MCR)

59. Witch Image (by Ghost)

60. DARLING DANCE (by Kairikibear)

61. Freely Tomorrow (by Mitchie M)

62. Sleep (by MCR)

63. Press Play Walk Away (by S3RL & SynthWulf)

64. Hysteria (by Muse)

65. Babooshka - 2018 Remaster (by Kate Bush)

66. Party Poison (by MCR)

67. Law-Evading Rock (by Neru)

68. Meltdown (by iroha(sasaki))

69. Du hast (by Rammstein)

70. Micro Cuts - XX Anniversary RemiXX (2021) (by Muse)

71. Acid (by Ghost Town)

72. Hurt (by Johnny Cash)

73. Living Dead Girl (by Rob Zombie)

74. White Rabbit (by Jefferson Airplane)

75. Bad Romance (by Lady Gaga, covered by Artist Vs Poet)

76. KING (by Kanaria)

77. ‘Cause I’m a Liar (Kokichi Oma Fan Song) (by Mcki Robyns-P)

78. Showtime Ruler (by Karasuyasabou, covered by Kino Hina, Machico, Hirose Daisuke, and Toki Shunichi)

79. Little Kandi Raver 2012 (by S3RL)

80. Poi Poi Poi Popoi Poi Popi (by Ayaman Japan)

81. Thank You for the Venom (by MCR)

82. Points of Authority (by Linkin Park)

83. Love Me, Love Me, Love Me (by Kikuo)

84. Death city (by 6arelyhuman, syris)

85. GouZinZanGoku (by DEVILOOF)

86. Hurt (Quiet) (by NIN)

87. Dead Star (by Muse)

88. Blind (by Korn)

89. Absolution (by Ghost)

90. Savior (by Rise Against)

91. Unintended (by Muse)

92. My R (by WADATAKEAKI KurageP)

93. Caramelldanse (by Caramell)

94. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) (by MCR)

95. Endlessly (by Muse)

96. Johnny Johnny (by Danny Gonzalez)

97. Cirice (by Ghost)

98. I Never Told You What I Do For a Living (by MCR)

99. Momento Mori: the most important thing in the world (by Will Wood)

100. I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry (by Kikuo)

#spotify #spotify wrapped #music #muse band #my chemical romance #mcr #korn band #pierce the veil #the band ghost #vocaloid #(I was listening to a lot of that by the end of the year)#rock music #scene #emo #scemo #mint mumbles

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imfearlessfics · 1 year

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Chapter 3: The Meeting

Song: Rise - Intro by Taeyang, 1AM by Taeyang

Pairing: Yunjin x female reader

Genre: Fluff, funny, romance

Warnings: Semi explicit language

Word count: 1.5k

Vocabulary: sajangnim = boss / president, Annyeonghaseyo = Hello

Everyone lies on their resume, so it didn’t seem like a bad idea to put “Calm under pressure” under the skills section at the time. But now I can feel my heart beating throughout my entire body, and they’re gonna know what a giant liar I am any second.

How many people need to be present at this meeting?! I’m one person, and all I’m doing is coming up with content. Is a conference room with 30+ people necessary? Speaking of said content, I still have no idea who I’m going to be working with or what exactly I will be doing! The email may as well have been written by the freakin’ CIA with how secretive they were.

“Congratulations. You’ve been hired by Source Music as their new Content Creator. Await further instructions.”

Thank you…for that wealth of information. Not like I’m uprooting my entire life or anything.

There’s dozens of conversations taking place as we settle in. Some talking about their weekends, others about their hangovers, and some going over the layout of today’s meeting. Interns are rushing to get coffee and department heads are fiddling with their laptops so they can project their powerpoint. I catch a glimpse at some of the files: “TXT Tour”, “New Jeans New Concept”, “Seventeen Mini-Album”. I crack the biggest smile, because after all the hard work, all-nighters, and moments of doubt, this is what I get to do. This is what it was all for.

Introverts get this bad rap for being too quiet or too shy or just too small to ever take up enough space. But keeping my head down and focusing on my dreams is what got me here, so I would say we can do pretty well for ourselves.

The entire room goes almost silent in an instant as a woman walks into the room. Scattered “Annyeonghaseyo sajangnim”s fill the room as who I can only assume is the one in charge sits down at the head of the table. Her presence is commanding, but she doesn’t seem unapproachable. I get the sense that she had to overcome a lot of doubt and judgment before making it to this table, and I feel a strong sense of respect for her.

“Good morning, everyone. Let’s please give a warm welcome to our newest team member, y/n.” Everyone bows, and I take a moment to memorize my new coworkers’ faces. They seem kind enough, but I know I’ll need to keep my guard up. I worked too hard to get here to lose it to an unsuspecting peer. “Y/n will be spearheading content creation for one of our biggest TikTok accounts, so she will be plenty busy over the next few months as I’m sure you can imagine.” Oh damn. TikTok!? I definitely didn’t think they’d be giving me that much responsibility, but what an honor. Remember, y/n, you are capable of whatever you set your mind to.

I soon discover her name to be Hwang Eun-Jeong, or more formally, President Hwang, which sets my mind at ease immediately. Eun-Jeong has several meanings, one of which is kindness; I knew I got a good feeling from her! She launches into explaining the basic overview of the meeting. Introducing myself, discussing responsibilities and schedules, and familiarizing myself with the team and building are all on the agenda. It’s a lot to go over, and I know my nerves are starting to go into overdrive, but the last thing she says nearly makes my heart stop altogether.

“Oh, and we can’t forget to introduce her to the members. They had an unexpected schedule come up, so they will have to join us a little later, but as soon as they return, ensure they all can spend some time together. Who will let Chaewon know?”

Chaewon? As in Kim Chaewon?! Ex member of IZ*ONE, Kim Chaewon? The leader of LESSERAFIM, Kim freaking Chaewon?!

Nooo no no no no no there is no way that this is happening. I am not that lucky. I did not get placed as content creator for my favorite girl group. Absolutely not. They made some super weird mistake or they’re pranking me or I’m officially off my rocker because honestly, psychosis seems like a more plausible explanation for what I just heard.

I thought I was just gonna be the brains behind the operation - I didn’t know I’d be working directly with the actual members! Curse that oddly ambiguous email! But the more I think about it, of course they couldn’t tell me I’d be working with them. Their next comeback is the most anticipated of the year. They’ve been completely out of the public eye for months, only posting teasers here and there to generate buzz. Even I was wondering where the hell they’d been, but I was content to just be in the same building as them. I could have never anticipated this, and I had tried to prepare for everything with this move and career change.

Almost everyone in the room has turned to look over at me, and it’s then that I realize my mid-morning crisis has been visible to my new coworkers. “Y/n, are you ready to introduce yourself?” President Hwang gently prompts. I plaster the biggest (fakest) smile I can muster and slowly make my way to the front of the room. I launch into my carefully planned speech, and it goes off without a hitch. Luckily, I can hide my utter mortification with ease, so that’s a win, I guess. I wrap up my presentation, and thankfully, it was received well. Everyone seems genuinely excited to have me on board, so even though I am reeling with the realization that I’ll be working directly with some of my biggest inspirations on a daily freakin’ basis, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ll have to take this one step at a time if I want to be successful.

President Hwang expertly guides us through the next several weeks of schedules, and oh my god will I be busy. I knew that the working culture out here was different from back home, but I’m not gonna have time to form thoughts, let alone adjust or settle in! I make a mental note to sit down tonight and memorize my schedule so I can be prepared.

A gentle knock on the door beside me interrupts my train of thought, and the entire world comes to a stop yet again during this meeting. I see five borderline ethereal women file into the room as they bow and greet the rest of the staff. And that’s when it hits me - I am sitting in the same room as LESSERAFIM. I am breathing the same air as LESSERAFIM. I am staring like a goddamn fish out of water at LESSERAFIM. If you look like a weirdo in front of any of these women (but especially Yunjin), I’m gonna whoop your ass, y/n.

I manage to compose myself long enough to give a quick bow and smile to each of them, and President Hwang thankfully senses my nerves, so she initiates introductions.

“Ladies, this is y/n, your new content creator for your TikTok account. She has excellent qualifications and should make a great addition to your team.” Thank goodness this woman is making me look good, cuz lord knows I am doing a terrible job of that right now. I decide that I can’t be afraid forever, so I stand up to shake their hands.

“Hi! I’m y/n. It’s so nice to meet you all.” I say with only a slight tremble in my voice, but my hand gives me away instantly - it’s shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.

Eunchae is the first to notice my nerves, so she’s immediately welcoming. “Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you. Please don’t be nervous - we’ll all be fast friends, I’m sure!” Kazuha is next to greet me, and I can tell she’s also a little nervous, which helps to calm me down a little. We both know the feeling of uprooting our lives to come here, learning the language, and feeling like an outsider, so I am hoping that helps us to build a connection. “Hi, I’m Kazuha. It’s so nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you!” I say hello to Sakura and Chaewon, who are both so sweet, and then I see her. You know those super cheesy scenes in movies where the main characters lock eyes and the entire world seems to freeze? There’s violins and like … wind for some reason blowing through their hair (even if it’s clearly inside), and no one seems to notice the two complete strangers just openly staring at each other? Well technically none of that happened, but you get the idea. I truly thought those directors were just dramatic, but I know something shifted just now. A muffled warning from something deep within me that knows I can’t let any more shifts happen, but Huh Yunjin is looking right at me, and something tells me this meeting - meeting her - might have just changed … Well, everything.

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Hi! A little slow like the last chapter, but I promise I just want to build as much detail and backstory as possible. I hope y'all are liking it:) Enjoy!

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Lousy Vehicles

Leave it to my 16 yr old to tell me the entire truth. As I have mentioned previously, the rack and pinion in the van went. Driving the van right now is like driving without power steering. Driving on the highway is not as bad as driving in town or trying to park. Parking takes forever now because the wheel is so freakin' hard to turn.

Bethy informed @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon that the van is having issues with shifting gears. I automatically began to freak out a bit. The worst-case scenario is that the transmission is going. We won't know for certain until Dave and his friend have a look under the hood.

So the list of much-needed van repairs is as follows: rack and pinion, tie rod end, tires, brakes, shocks/struts, motor mount, possible transmission issue, etc. There are more issues that we can put off for now. The most pressing is the rack and pinion which is an absolute need. We did get a new battery, so that's one thing down.

Friday is quickly approaching and we are back in the same boat: we don't know what's going to happen. The anxiety we have over this is overwhelming. I hate that this is now our new normal. I'm going to get an ulcer over this.

We are still hunting down a place to live. I have requested a few more applications this week. All are on a waiting list.

We need too much all at once, and it's insane. When you realize that I have wealthy relatives that could have helped out but don't give a damn about me and my kids it is enough to make you spit nickels. The only family I have are my 2 kids. Both my parents have passed away as well as my only aunt that ever really cared. Being homeless really makes you feel completely alone and bereft.

#help #go fund me #helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #gofundme #donate #homeless #harry potter #gfm #poverty #frightened #paypal #venmo #cashapp #rack and pinion #ford #Ford #ford windstar

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Shakey Sundays #7:

Old Ways

A couple of years back my son had a big announcement after a week of summer camp counseling: they "were in a relationship."

Young love, isn't it sweet? I still experience it daily: Neil Young love, that is.

My son and this other kid were cute together, but most importantly their relationship led me to my copy of Neil Young's utterly mediocre 85 country record Old Ways.

Here's how it happened: my son's new love had a younger brother with a record collection. That brother saw my own hoard one day and took note of all my Neil Young. A few hours later he told me, quite smugly, "I've got a Neil Young record you don't own."

You're not supposed to swear at young people, even when they make dumb comments. So I chortled. Chortling is not swearing, but it stood in for a tempting retort based on a male cow's capacity for defecation.

"Listen, young one," I replied sagely. "I own every Neil Young album on vinyl between 66 and 89 with just one exception, plus Weld, Sleeps with Angels and a few other of Neil's titles besides, including several of the most important bootlegs in history. Either you are pulling my aching, middle-aged leg, or you own the only copy of The Monsanto Years anyone ever bought, which would be weird, or you are experiencing a momentary lapse in reason which adults call confusion."

Did I actually say that? Of course not; I don't live in a poorly written Wes Anderson film. I just chortled, heartily, and said, "yeah, right. Which one?"

"I don't know what it's called," said the kid. "But it's not in your collection. There's an old guy on the cover walking down a road, out in nature or something. I've never actually listened to it. I love Stephen Sills, and I don't think he's even on that record."

We were driving when this conversation occurred. I gripped the wheel in rage, and asked if the record was called Old Ways. That was the only hole in my collection prior to the 90's and on its cover Neil Young, not an old guy, (he was way younger than I am now in 85) does indeed walk down a country road.

The kid thought Old Ways sounded like the title. I controlled my breathing in Jedi fashion, setting aside envy and rage: the dark side that way lies. Then I demanded explanations. Where had he got it? Why? With whom? Wherefore? Was he sure he really owned Old Ways? I'd been searching for that record for years. For god sake, how much has he paid? Four dollars!!! Holy freakin' baby jesus.

Once I'd calmed myself down I started to wrestle with how to ethically steal the record from the kid. There was surely some way to do it without winding up a Sith lord. After all, I'd been patiently waiting to stumble across Old Ways for decades. I'd passed up Japanese import CD copies throughout the 90's and cassette versions in record store pickle barrels ever since. But the moment I learned some punk ass kid owed it I (very covertly) freaked out.

(He was not actually a punk ass kid; he was actually pretty cool; we'll chalk up his Stephen Stills preferences to the innocence of youth; after all, his prized possession was a reissued version of Buckingham/Nicks and when he told me that Lindsey Buckingham was the greatest guitar player in history my chortles turned to snorts, then resolve. The poor kid needed my help.)

"Listen, Harold," I said to him. (No, of course that wasn't his name. This was like four full years ago: I have no idea whatsoever what he was named.) "Old Ways is not a record you need in your collection. It's reserved for people like me who already own all of Neil's other records. He made it in the 80's during a midlife crisis. You should really listen to everything else he's ever made first. Well, except for those records he made with Promise of the Real."

(The kid got excited when I mentioned Promise of the Real Salami; he'd heard they were, like, totally the new Dead.)

"Listen," I told the kid, calculating madly. "I'll do you a favor. Let's swap: I'll give you a few vital records I have from Neil's catalog in exchange; I've got stuff you gotta hear. It will get you past this Buckingham / Stills phase in no time. Don't worry, I've got you covered."

I found this to be the greatest, most benevolent offer in the history of fathers dealing with their children's significant others' baby brothers. I was proud of myself, and as soon as we got back to my house I settled down before my altar of Neil and began pulling a few titles for Hubert, all the while inwardly drooling at the prospect of finally owning one of Neil's least important records.

I came up with dollar bin duplicates copies of Time Fades Away, Harvest and, for good measure, a truly battered Sergeant Pepper. After all, young Hank needed all the help he could get. Then, in a fit of outrageous generosity, I added Fairport Convention's double album greatest hits package, Chronicles, to the stack. Why merely be generous, I reasoned, when I could literally change a young man's life in a fundamental, uplifted fashion? I was like the messiah of white, male, teenage record collecting. God was surely nodding, impressed. And Obi-Wan. And Neil.

Harvey was floored. "You really don't want any of these?" he asked. "Wow! I've never even heard of Fairport Convention. There's no way this Richard Thompson guy you talk about is as good as Buckingham or Stills, but I'll listen; I will. I'll give it a real chance. Wow. Thanks mister!"

"No problem, young Heath," I replied stoically, all the while trembling with my own covert vinyl expectations. "And when we get back to your place you can give me that copy of Old Ways. You don't need that record taking up space on your shelf."

It was at the moment that young Haribald showed his teenage genius, his adolescent savvy, his young spunk.

"Oh yeah, about that," Handy murmured. "I think I want to hang on to that record, you know, give it a listen. But thanks for all these great new titles!"

When you are a grizzled old man like me, your bald spot shimmering and your days old stumble ashen in color, and what's more, when you are a high school teacher and principal, you are not allowed to throttle the young. It's simply not allowed. Nor can you renege on deals involving records you didn't really need in the first place. So I swallowed my rage, held all my force lightening unfurled within me and received nothing from Hedwig in return for a true treasure trove of vinyl.

And so, right now, as we speak, young Harrison is probably grooving to Illegal Stills, his copy of Old Ways long forgotten midst the flotsam and jetsam of a teenager's existence. And me? I'm at home listening to the overpriced copy of Old Ways that I broke down and bought on Discogs after that whole grim affair.

But, hello, you ask, what is there to know about the album? I suppose I owe you some thoughts on the actual record. Well, it is just as unimportant and marginal as I claimed to begin with. Like I told young Henrik, it's an album you only need after you've got everything else in the Shakeyverse up to the year 2007 or so.

But I suppose to deserve something more than that after reading all this, so here you go:

In the 80's Young wanted to make a straight country record; in 85, on his second attempt, Young did so. 7.4 million different musicians appear on the record. David Geffen seethed as a result; everyone else shrugged. You should listen to the live album from the era instead, entitled A Treasure. It's alternatively silly, bizarre and awesome: pure Shakey.

There's just one track from the record that is consistently interesting. It's about people like me, like you, like Shakey: you know, Misfits:

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Young Hue's sibling no longer dates my son. But those two kids are good, and I hope you are too. And I sincerely hope you are not like the poor lady Neil's wacko song, who receives care from a hotel doctor, with nurse and stethoscope, after a sneezing attack. That sounds rough. And weird. For her there's no hope.

What's more, I hope you never get shafted by some savvy teen over a copy of Old Ways. It's a record only a few of us need, at all costs, on our shelf.

Cheers everyone.

#neil young #stephen stills sucks #shakey sundays #Youtube

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