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omegalomania · 1 year

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people bitching and moaning about fob "turning mainstream" as if that was never the entire point of fall out boy. that's In the goddamn dna of the band, it's baked into the ethos of why the band started in the first damn place. to be accessible to kids and especially to girls, who were often ridiculed and shunted out of the hardcore community. to be a gateway to bands that aren't as mainstream. to comment on the society they live in, as they live in it. people act like fall out boy "turning mainstream" was some kind of "betrayal" when from the start they were seizing on the trends of the time, putting their unique, unhinged fall out boy spin on them, and shooting them back out as a funhouse mirror. take this to your grave capitalized on the pop-punk zeitgeist that was big in the late 90s and early aughts and put their own spin on it: enmeshed catchy choruses with high-dexterity lyrical & linguistic skewerwork. infinity on high was basically a massive critique of the scene they were in - this ain't a scene it's a goddamn arm's race is a fucking thesis statement on what it is to be catapulted into fame in an industry that wants nothing more than a thousand cookie-cutter copycat acts of a successful formula, and fall out boy WAS the formula everyone desperately wanted to emulate. american beauty / american psycho blended sampling and modern hip-hop stylings with polished pop-rock and pointed those songs back at the snapshot of the 2010s we all lived in: commenting on racial injustice and the freeze-frame nature of relevancy. but even then they weren't doing it quite right - because fall out boy never does things quite right, they're never quite conventional, whether it's wentz's darkly confessional lyrics double-bagged in metaphor or stump's distinctive clear tenor or trohman's inescapable rock 'n roll edge or hurley's thunderous hardcore-punk-rock soul.

this band has always been too clever for its own critics, is the thing. but then, they always knew that. they knew they had a thriving fanbase of largely female fans so they were going to be mocked and belittled and ridiculed. they weren't quite right. they weren't quite so easy to market. pete wentz had to have all his hard edges filed off and cut down to size, skin lightened, literally whitewashed ("i feel like a photo that's been overexposed") to hell and back, even as he was marketed as the pretty boy of the band. and the other three members never even bothered with the spotlight: the soft-spoken vegan straightedge anarchist drummer and the wry, wisecracking, whip-clever guitarist who was more concerned with being the connective tissue than anything and the reticent vocalist who sang the words and wrote an awful lot of music but wasn't really the guy fronting the band. wentz's charisma carried the band, because the rest of them were really just some guys and never aspired to be anything else.

fall out boy is too pop. fall out boy is too mainstream. fall out boy isn't the real poster child of the emo movement. other bands are better. even within fall out boy's own narrative, they are repeatedly ignored, sidelined, and belittled, as though they weren't one of the only acts from the big 00s emo-pop movement to successfully not just survive the transition from the aughts to the '10s, and then later from the '10s to the '20s, but to thrive in it without banking on nostalgia. this band was supposed to be a flash in the pan. they weren't supposed to last and they weren't supposed to get big. they started off in joe's parents' attic because joe and pete were sick of how exclusionary and homophobic the hardcore scene was.

i think it's high time that people acknowledge how fall out boy has repeatedly succeeded where most of their other peers failed. cunning, clever, capable, and hyper-aware of the space they occupy in the culture surrounding them. that they are just as powerful, important, and artistic as any of the other bands in the scene that others might deify at their expense. that they deserve a hell of a lot more respect than they get from critics or hardcore punks who think they sold out. i hope one day they get that recognition. because they've earned it, time and time again, and the more i see people pushing back against that, the more certain i become of its inevitability.

#fall out boy #fob #*making poasts #this was supposed to be a pithy 3 sentence post but i kept going #just another Day In The Life of someone who sees a lot of garbage takes and gets tired #mostly i just shrug em off cause you know. what else is new. this has been going on since day 1.#but it saddens me. it saddens me that these guys are ridiculed for this still.#it breaks my heart that patrick isnt taken seriously as a composer in some circles because hes the guy from fall out boy.#it breaks my heart that people won't acknowledge pete as one of the most distinctive lyricists of our generation.#it breaks my heart that andy and joe are discredited and shit on within metal circles specifically because they're in fall out boy.#i hope they know that we get it. we get it and we're proud of them. no matter what.

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yxami · 11 months

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pretty yandere that is obsessed with you

description: pretty yandere x gn reader, obsessiveness, stalking, general yandere stuff, kind of tsundere reader? I’ve been writing a lot of short stuff that pop up in my head, I hope you guys like it. I need to get to requests tho or else imma procrastinate lol

pretty yandere that is praised with every step he takes, an angel— no! god that blessed the eyes of those who managed to glance at him. He was gorgeous, with attributes that every mother would boast about if he was their son.

He was wealthy, kind, and most of all ethereal. He was a treasure amongst the busy city and many fell for him as soon as they saw him. He was aware of his beauty yet acted humble and kind. Well, that’s what people believed when they managed to speak to him.

The same person you saw plastered on magazines and top rated shows was sitting on your bed for the fifth time this week and it was only Wednesday. You grit your teeth, seething that he managed to break in once again.

If you could even count him getting a copy of your key from your landlord as breaking in. He always managed to sneak his way into your life somehow. All because you decided to help him.

It wasn’t even anything out of the ordinary, you just helped him pick up papers that fell when he tripped.

“Thank you! I appreciate the help” He beamed, shooting his best smile that was guaranteed to make a face go red with adoration.

“No problem” You stuck your headphones back in and waved him goodbye.

That was it. That was all you did!

He was standing there dazed, turning his head to look at you walking away. You didn’t blush? You didn’t pass out at the closeness between your face and his? You didn’t even nervously stutter at the sight of his looks?

He couldn’t believe that you could look at him, and not fall in love? It wasn’t like he was being cocky, that was just how he was raised. Every since he grew up, people were infatuated with him, so to see someone brush off their interaction with him of all people was an eye opener.

Maybe that’s why he stalked you afterwards, well not stalk! He was just coincidentally walking the same way as you. He had trouble along the way with people bothering him but he stayed determined on the task of figuring you out.

When he made it to your apartment building he was a little bummed out. Such a normal, bland building. Everything about you seemed pretty regular to him. Your clothing, your words, anything he was able to see through the balcony of your apartment when he was standing on the roof of another building.

He still decided to make it his mission to get to know more about you. He found you interesting after learning more and it resulted in him craving to know more.

“Seriously” You stared at him, not believing the audacity he had to come back even when you told him that you were going to report him to the police, which didn’t work in your favor..

The police told you they were going to investigate it but you could tell in their condescending looks that they didn’t believe one word that came out of your mouth. A famous model, actor, singer, and city’s prized possession, stalking you? That had to be one of the most ridiculous reports they’ve ever heard.

You saved yourself the embarrassment after realizing that nobody would believe you about any of these moments. It honestly shocked you though, that you own best friend fell into the crowd. She shunned you for believing her favorite model would be such a creep. It caused the falling out with her which saddened you to great lengths.

But he was a creep! He was a stupid stupid creep!

“Seriously what?” He titled his head in confusion. He was more focused on looking at your cute uniform rather than looking at your serious expression.

“Can I live one week without you bothering me? I see enough of you with your ads and shows” You walked off, finally sensing that your stomach was begging for food.

“Should I start visiting more so you get used to me? I could cancel my photo shoot tomorrow so I can visit again!” He happily spoke, as if you weren’t glaring at him from across the kitchen.

“It’s like you want me to jump off the nearest bridge” You mumbled to yourself, grabbing cereal from the cabinet.

“Don’t say that! You know I don’t like it when you say things like that” He frowned, hastily making it so you were in his arms instead of preparing your regular bowl of cereal. You could sense his warm touch wrap around your body.

“Okay, I won’t say it again. Just let me go so I can finish making my cereal” You pointed towards your empty bowl and cereal box. You were tempted to fight him and kick him out but you’ve learned to be more docile when it comes to him.

He’d probably just break in either way.

“Mkay! Y’know you can use my card any time you want, I already told you that” He kissed the top of your head. He was wondering why you always bought low quality food when you went grocery shopping. He offered to pay for everything you needed but he didn’t see anything new in your kitchen.

“I’m fine, I’ll buy my own stuff” You grabbed milk from the fridge and poured in your cereal first. You didn’t understand why he was so adamant about spoiling you.

“But.. uhm.. look at your pantry, it’s so empty! Surely you should buy more!” He was trying to be careful with his words in case you’d find it offensive for him to be pointing out the fact that you weren’t buying a lot of food.

“It’s called a minimum wage job, have you heard of that before?” Your words dripped with sarcasm as you put away the cereal and milk. He stood there awkwardly wondering if your question was rhetorical.

“…yes?” He tried smiling but it ended up as a half smile that seemed unsure just like him.

“I also have dignity and I’d like to keep it for as long as I can” You grabbed your bowl of cereal and sat down on the small dinner table to eat. It was afternoon but who says you can’t eat cereal at other times?

“I’m just trying to spoil you! I know you don’t like it but I want you to be safe and happy. If you’re not eating as much because of money then I can’t rest until I know you have a pantry full of food!” He whined, clinging onto you as if he was your worried boyfriend.

“I’m not your partner or friend. Stop worrying about me and stop coming over” You were tired of being stern with your requests that he continually ignored if it was limiting him from seeing you.

“Well, we’re something right? I talk to you and you talk to me!” He sat next to you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. His cute and clingy demeanor made you even more annoyed. It paid to be pretty like him, you often caught yourself being persuaded.

“So people who talk to each other?” You stared blankly at him, trying not to fall for his puppy look.

“Who also hang out, kiss, and cuddle!” He brought you into his lap, nuzzling against your face.

“I told you not to bring that up! That was just because I was feeling lonely that day” You groaned in embarrassment that he mentioned that.. situation.

“You were so adorable when you asked me to cuddle, I thought it was a dream! And your shy little nuzzles against my chest” He grinned, reminiscing about the sweet moment.

“I’m not listening anymore!” You stormed off into your room, being followed by your regular shadow. He couldn’t help but laugh and tease you more along the way. You ended up getting your revenge by beating him up with one of your giant pillows afterwards.

You laid in bed wondering what you were going to do about him as he pulled you closer into his soft hug. You hated him so much! But maybe not as much as you did before.

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zombiboon · 1 year

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RE Boys Coming Home to a Sleeping S/O

This has been a dead ass account, with the last post being literal months old now and about a whole different fandom. I recently got into Resident Evil (Thanks DBD for adding my new husband Wesker) and while my ass is struggling to understand the lore outside the basics, I’m trying and I’m also gonna write these characters anyways. Are they going to be OOC? Probably. But take some of the RE boys coming home to a sleeping S/O.

if there's a guy you want not in here, it's likely because I know so little of him. I'm still getting into the series (I'm only up to RE5 as of now).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Not at all edited, Likely OOC portrayals

Characters: Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

ALBERT WESKER

It’s a common sight for Wesker to come home to you sleeping, considering he works late almost if not all nights. Hell, he’s surprised whenever you’re not sleeping by the time he returns home.

If you’ve fallen asleep on the couch - either from watching TV or maybe even waiting for him to come home -, in the beginning of the relationship, he may just leave a blanket on you so you’re not cold, but further into the relationship, he’ll carry you back to the bedroom.

He’s not one for cuddling either, but he will occasionally spoon you. It won’t start out like that, however, it’s more of a subconscious thing he does while asleep next to you. He may fall asleep next to you, arms at his side (he goes to bed face up, the arms at the side makes him look like a robot), but you’ll wake up with one arm loosely hanging around your waist and his warmth comforting you from behind - if you wake up before him.

CHRIS REDFIELD

Another man who usually works late. Little too attached to his job, it may as well be his second partner - right after you, of course.

He usually comes home to you getting ready for bed but sometimes, he’ll come home when you’re already in bed. Though he’d probably never admit it aloud, he does feel a little saddened he can’t chat with you when he comes home, but he’s also a patient and reasonable man, he knows it’d be ridiculous to request you stay up even later just so he can have a brief conversation with you.

He does his best in keeping quiet while getting ready for bed but by the time he adds his weight to the mattress, you’re already turning your head to greet him drowsily. He usually apologises with a quick peck on the lips. Immediately urges you to go back to bed as he shifts into his spot beside you.

He enjoys hugging you tightly more than spooning you, to be honest. He likes embracing you and keeping you close to his chest. But if you manage to sleep through the ruckus of him getting ready for bed, he’ll settle for spooning you.

LEON S. KENNEDY

Really only ever comes home late when out with friends or coming back from a mission. He has a small habit of uttering a tired, “I’m home” to a darkened house whenever you’ve already gone to bed.

He’s usually exhausted by the time he comes home late and will immediately book it for the bedroom. He’ll crawl into bed and if you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up to Leon clinging to you from behind. He’ll apologise for waking you if you greet him.

He’s got a deathgrip around your stomach as he nuzzles into your back. If he doesn’t, please spoon him. He adores it.

If he’s not tired, he still lays in bed with you, silently admiring you. Occasionally, he’ll brush a few strands of hair out of your face just to keep cherishing your features with a smile. After a few minutes, it gets him completely knocked out for the rest of the night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

(this mans last name is so impossible for me to type correctly half the time. curse you second "i")

The type to despise coming home late. He’s exhausted, with his work, his limbs are sore, and he doesn’t get to see you. So when he comes home to a dark house, he’s a little defeated. But hey, he gets to see you - you’d be sleeping, but it’s still you.

He’s surprisingly stealthy in slipping into bed, so much so you get jumpscared awake by his touch.

And he’s a cuddly bastard, immediately swinging his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he peppers the back of your ear and neck with soft kisses. He usually keeps you up with a small and whispered conversation, just to check in with you before letting you drift back off into a deep slumber.

He’ll just nuzzle his face into the back of your neck and when his tight grip loosens just a smidge, you’ll know he’s passed out sleeping - if his snores didn’t alert you to that.

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

#Resident Evil #Albert Wesker #albert wesker x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader

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bumblesimagines · 5 months

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i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length.

i wish you would just kiss me.

how long have you been staring at me?

- Isadora

i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length.

i wish you would just kiss me.

how long have you been staring at me?

Pronouns: he/him/his

CW/TW: Mention/Implied SA

Filled to the brim with Madrid's richest, the line to get into the Isadora's House club spilled out onto the street and down a lengthy sidewalk. Isadora's hips swayed along to the beat of the song, one hand cupping her headphones and the other drifting over her turntable. It'd been the first time in many weeks that she'd felt comfortable in her own club, in her own home. Even if they hadn't been arrested for what they'd done to her, she'd been able to prevent them from hurting another unsuspecting girl. With cameras, witnesses, and evidence, they'd finally be locked away and out of her sight. She could finally breathe again.

Her crystal eyes lifted from the turntable to take a look at the clubgoers partying around her. She spotted Didac slithering around the club, handing off drinks and expertly avoiding the more clumsy dancers. Bilal remained at the bar, tending to guests and pretending not to notice Rocío ogling him from the other side of the bar. Ivan and Nico sat beside the yearning girl, looking equally solemn without their respective Blanco siblings. Isadora detested seeing either of them so saddened. Patrick's abrupt departure had left Ivan wandering like a lost soul, and it only made her heart ache for her dear friend.

But her attention broke away from the puppy-eyed teen when a hand clapped over his shoulder and a smile finally appeared on his face. The new face beside him made Isadora's stomach twist and her posture straightened. (Y/N) smiled back at Ivan and shook his shoulder lightly, making Ivan chuckle and finally loosen up. His sister, a sweet curly-haired girl named Sonia, appeared at his side and mustered a smile for Nico, a gesture (Y/N) couldn't extend to the boy. Instead, his eyes narrowed and without having to utter a word, Nico took Rocío and dragged the girl off to the dancefloor. Sonia slapped her hand over her brother's arm scoldingly and Isadora's lips curled up in amusement.

Almost as if feeling her stare, (Y/N)'s head turned in her direction and their eyes locked immediately. Isadora had little shame, that was well known by most who knew her, and yet she'd almost felt inclined to look away as her cheeks warmed. Nobody had ever made her feel like a little kid with a crush. Not Ivan, not Phillipe, not even the hottest guys in all of Ibiza and Madrid. And yet, there she stood, suddenly wishing she had a mirror to check on her appearance. (Y/N)'s head tilted and he leaned forward on the bar with a teasing grin. An invitation. She took it, only having to glance over her shoulder for her assistant to take her spot.

Isadora straightened her shoulders and tilted her chin up, striding across the club toward him and putting on her signature smirk. Part of it felt good to flirt, to pretend as if butterflies never erupted in her stomach each time (Y/N) crossed her line of sight. But another part of her dreaded what would follow after the flirting and teasing. Javier, Hugo, and Alex had scarred her. Made her self-conscious and hyperaware of everyone else's movements. They'd even made her doubt her best friend at the lowest point in his life and made her face ridicule by many in the school. Even with Javier's many apologies and his two former friends sitting in cells, they still haunted every dream with their sick, twisted grins.

"How long have you been staring at me, Isa?" He crooned and Sonia's questioning gaze made her face flush further. The girl pushed her glasses further up her nose and muttered a quick excuse, slipping away before she would be forced to listen to them. Ivan shot her a knowing wink and hopped out of his stool, disappearing into the crowd and meeting up with Nico and Rocío.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart," Isadora replied cooly, taking a moment to smile sweetly at Bilal when he set a cool glass of champagne in front of her. She scooped it up in her hand and took a sip, eyes never leaving his. "It seems like you're the one staring."

"Really? I could've sworn I caught you staring at me."

"You should get your vision checked then, babe." Her grin widened when he rolled his eyes and she set her glass back on the table, the champagne mixing with the buzz of the other drinks she'd indulged in throughout the night. They made her skin tingle and deliciously lit every cell in her being on fire. Her lips parted before she could think. "I wish you would just kiss me."

The teasing, playful look disappeared from his face, replaced by a curiosity and hesitance that made her wish she'd stayed at the turntable. She'd received enough pitying looks, and dealt with many keeping their distance; mainly because they either believed she'd made up her accusations or they simply didn't wish to break her further. He'd been there for the impromptu underwear party Rocío had encouraged to get her reacquainted with feeling confident in her body, he'd listened to her word vomit her feelings, and even answered the late-night calls when a nightmare woke her up and she knew her parents would only brush her off. The comfort was greatly admired, but the pity never was.

"I thought you liked keeping things at arm's length."

Ah, so he'd heard about her rejection of Didac's confession. She sighed heavily and picked up her cup again, downing the rest of the contents in one fluid move. Just as swiftly, Bilal refilled her cup and she made a mental note to give him a raise. "Didac's a good guy. I appreciate everything he's done to help me but... I see him the same way I see Ivan. I... I have a lot of baggage. I don't know if I'll ever be the same again. I get if that's something you don't want to deal wi-" Her words halted when lips pressed against hers, and her whole body lit ablaze. Finally.

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doubleddenden · 1 year

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Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(

Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.

My biggest gripes so far:

1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?

2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment

3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!

Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:

Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.

Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.

"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!

Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!

And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!

Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.

Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo

#velma #scooby doo

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feathersandfairytales · 1 year

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Kiss and make up [S.S & O.G]

Warnings: Potential spoilers for the 'In the shadow of the Study' questline, panic attacks, a single swear, descriptions of pain & angst, but with a fluffy and slightly steamy (but not exactly smutty) ending.

Synopsis: During their time in the scriptorium, reader has a panic attack. Although both Sebastian and Ominis are hesitant, the reader eventually convinces Sebastian to cast crucio on them.

Word count: 1,080

Poly!Sebastian x reader x Ominis

A/n: Reader is gender neutral and can be imagined as a member of any house, although it is implied that they are MC. Also, this isn't proof read please don't come at me. Lemme know if you guys want a part two that's just filthy smut 👀

You felt your heart catch in your throat. Your body tensed up as your eyes sat transfixed upon the aged stone of the scriptorium. The words etched there was unmistakable, the cruciatus curse, the torture curse. The spell that caused excruciated agony to shoot through its victim. You were so stunned you didn't even register the thud of the door locking and closing behind you. You felt sick, eyes refusing to meet Sebastian's as you stood still in place. "What? What is it?" Ominis' voice broke the silence, a mix of concern and fear. "Your Aunt Noctua..she's.." Sebastian paused, looking up at his boyfriend with a sad gaze. "I'm sorry, Ominis..." His words, however vague they may have been, and saddened tone must have been enough to inform Ominis of his Aunt's fate. Ominis' face dropped, but he didn't seem outright sad- probably sheltering his emotions, as he was known to do. It had taken Sebastian and you quite a while to get Ominis as comfortable with his feelings as he was.

"We have to use crucio to get out of here." Your voice finally cut through, wavering a little. Ominis' glazed over eyes widened, and he began to pace. "No, no, no! There has to be some other way. I refuse to cast it-!" He spoke frantically, losing his usual suave composure. You felt like you were going to be sick right now- even the idea of either of your boyfriends being in excruciating pain had you feeling dizzy and emotional. "What if I cast it? That way you don't have to go through that again, and (y/n) won't have to learn it?" Sebastian suggested with an almost alarmingly calm tone, as if he hadn't just suggested using an unforgivable curse.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian! There has to be some other way that we can get out of here. Look around- (y/n), my dear, can you see anything?" His raised voice softened as he addressed you, as did his gaze in your general direction. "There's no other way, Ominis. It's either crucio or we end up stuck in here to die like your aunt." Sebastian spoke again, voice dark and knuckles white from clutching his wand. You couldn't hear what they were saying as your senses became overwhelmed, vision blurring and breaths heaving. You leaned against one of the walls for support, trying to fight back sobs and push down your anxities. Hearing your lovers argue was one of the most painful things to you, and this situation was just becoming far too much for you to handle. It was only when you felt strong arms around your middle that you came back to your senses, Sebastian's familiar earthy scent filling your nostrils. You heard Ominis shushing you quietly, his hand raking through your hair.

"So, you can stop fighting for me, but not for eachother?" You choked out quietly, using the sleeve of your robes to wipe away your tears. You turned to them, tone almost a whsiper as you spoke. "Just cast it on me and get it done with already..please." Sebastian nodded solemnly, knowing it was the only choice they had to escape. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." He spoke barely above a whisper, before a deep red light emitted from his wand, striking you straight in the chest. Before you could even blink, you'd crumpled to the stone floor in excruciating pain. Screams ripped themselves from your throat unwillingly, hot painful tears streaming down your cheeks. It felt like every cell of your body was on fire, begging and screaming for mercy. You couldn't couldn't think, your mind hazy with pain as you heaved out jagged breaths. Eventually, it all became too much to handle, spots dancing in your vision. It felt like you were underwater, barely able to make out the screams of your name from both Sebastian and Ominis.

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By the time you came around, your head throbbed and your mind was foggy. You cracked open your eyes slightly, noting that instead of the cold floor of Salazaar Slytherin's scriptorium, you were on a comfortable couch inside the room of requirement. Although you were in less pain than when crucio had initially been cast on you, your body still ached quite badly. The bright lights overhead hurt your eyes, but you began to sit up nonetheless. "Oh, fuck-!" You gasped out, hand immediately finding purchase on your side as your body thrummed with pain.

Catching movement from the corner of your eye, you gazed over to find Sebastian and Ominis looking at you worriedly, albeit hints of sleep in both their eyes. Judging by their close proximity, your boyfriends had fallen asleep cuddling with eachother. "Don't move too quickly, you're still hurt." Sebastian spoke worriedly, voice a low rumble as he'd just woken up. How long had you been out? Your mouth tasted faintly of the bitterness of wiggenweld potion- had one of them given it to you while you were out? Ominis wordlessly stood, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling into the couch with you. "We're sorry, (y/n). We were both idiots- we didn't think about how our fighting would affect you. You have enough stress on your plate, with Ranrok and the poachers." Ominis spoke quietly, looking to the ground. "I'm especially sorry...I hated having to cast crucio on you, my love." His eyes were glazed over with tears, which broke your heart. "You did what you had to, Sebastian. We would have died in there if not for you having the courage to cast it." You took his hand into yours, placing a soft kiss on the calloused skin. "We were all just under pressure. No hard feelings, okay? I love the both of you very much." You smiled, slowly easing yourself up into a sitting position. Only, to be pushed back down by Ominis, who kept his hand on your chest. A flustered blush rose to your cheeks at the action, your breath catching in your throat.

Ominis used his free hand to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Sebastian followed suit, shifting his own green and black robes off of his shoulders. The brunette placed a warm kiss against your lips, and you felt Ominis' hands working to slip your robes from your body. "I take it you two made up then?" You gasped out between feverish kisses to your lips. "Yes. We did." Ominis replied through kisses to your neck, a hand resting on your thigh. "Now let us make it up to you, love." Sebastian whispered into your ear with a dark smirk, sharp teeth grazing your earlobe. Oh lord, you were in for a long night.

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #x reader #hogwarts legacy #not proofread #part 2 maybe??#gaullow #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

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One thing that will forever bother me is how people still clown on and make fun of Jeremy Strong for the way he goes along with his acting career. I have made a small rant about it. Read if you’d like haha

Some have called him so many names and said that he tries too hard. He puts so much thought in all of his characters rather than just reading the script and memorizing the lines. He focuses on even the smallest details in the character (even down to Vinny Daniels chewing gum in The Big Short) and really becomes that character. I seriously look at him as a completely different person when he is playing his characters, especially when I watched him play Kendall Roy. I sometimes still think Kendall and Jeremy are different people I am not even over exaggerating. He made Kendall Roy feel so real and I think that’s why I still am not over the show or character, because he has done such an amazing job with the character that I still feel so many emotions for Kendall even though he is just a fictional character and the show has been over for months now. I have never been more connected to and saddened for another character ever.

Jeremy says that just reading the script isn’t enough for him and he wants to experience and learn about the character as much as he can.

People think he is ridiculous for doing this sort of method acting and call him names but when the film comes out, he does such an amazing job, even if his character is just a small side character. To me, he makes the movie or series so much more believable.

He mentioned that acting for him was like escaping into a fantasy. I understand this deeply and I’m not even trying to be like “omg, I understand him. Im so different.” Im just trying to say I know the feeling. I am very introverted and shy and I have been like that my whole life, I acted in my school plays and as soon as I got onto the stage, I felt like a different person. I wasn’t the shy awkward weirdo, I felt as if I was my character. I even played the “funny” character in my twelfth grade high school play and the character was the complete opposite of me, loud and seemed to have no fear of anything. The character was the opposite of me but I managed to play the character well because it was so different from me that I won an award. (Still proud of myself for that hehe🤟🏻)

I will just forever respect him as he makes his characters come to life and does such a phenomenal job in every film/series he works in. In my opinion, he is so misunderstood. He is just a guy who is very passionate in what he does and he does it so brilliantly and I wish everyone could see it.

It’s so not going to happen lol but when I see his broadway show, I want to congratulate him on everything he has done and how hard he has worked Won’t happen though because for one, I probably will only see him on the stage and two, even if I did get lucky enough to somehow get him to sign my Playbill, I would probably be crying so hard and not being able to let words out properly💀 haha I can just imagine him, he’d give me like the side eye for crying so hard. I like to say that I’m like Lana Del Rey and I’m pretty when I cry but no, I am definitely not pretty when I ugly cry lolll.

#jeremy strong #acting #ranting about Jeremy strong #I’m tired of dumb people hating on him and laughing at him #I will forever love Jeremy strong #if you couldn’t already tell ahaha

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another-goblin · 2 months

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2.0 SPOILERS and random thoughts

So the hotel building was a prison, right? It sort of makes sense, hotels and prisons have similar layouts. But imagine, the place of concentrated suffering of hundreds of thousands of prisoners, or maybe more (look how big it is), now turned into a weird supernatural hotel - what could possibly go wrong? (what if they kept prisoners in dreams too, and the dreamworld is a former prison dreamworld. And they were fed Soulglad to keep them docile). These cells were quite spacious though.

The way Sunday talked to somebody in the end reminded me of Cocolia. Is it possible a stellaron is involved here too?

The dead characters - no way Robin and Firefly will stay dead. They look playable, and you don't kill characters before they become playable (unless it's Qiqi or Blade)

I have a theory based on nothing, that Robin is alive and is actually behind whatever is going on. (Maybe her plan is for all these disruptive guests to kill each other in the name of harmony) She's in cahoots with Sparkle who pretended to be the body.

Sparkle - with her ability to shapeshift, aren't we supposed to be constantly paranoid? Anybody can be Sparkle. But also, seeing how vicious and unhinged she is, she feels like she should be the main antagonist in her own story arc, not just an extra. I mean even Sampo seems apprehensive of her.

I understand people who were enamored with Firefly and saddened with her death, but I personally weren't, because for me her part has the outward appearance of a romantic story, but inside it's just two hours of lies and tutorials. I also saw theories about her different identity and If it's true I hope the writers know what they are doing. Also why is our character so sure she's dead? Don't people who die in a dream just wake up in real world?

If Duke Inferno is dead, and stays dead, and his cool gang is never mentioned again, it's going to be the funniest thing in this game yet.

BTW how did Acheron allegedly enter the hotel using Duke invitation? Aventurine knows that we know that it's very hard (he witnessed our problems with DH's invitation). Make it make sense.

Gallagher - either he's up to something or he's extremely incompetent. He let go an actual stawaway and the huy who fits the description he just provided (Caelus - a guy with grey hair). Also it was him personally who stole confiscated Aventurine's stuff.

Speaking of which. I think Aventurine mentioned "cornerstones", plural. So it's not just his aventurine, but others too? Ratio implied that these things are crucial for their success and that Aventurine might be in danger from IPC without his rock, I wonder what's that about, and why Aventurine is so dismissive about losing them.

Anyways I'm still curious why IPC sent these two. It looks like they decided to achieve their goals on Penacony in a more or less peaceful way (unlike their military invasion on Jario-6). So why did they send Dr. Ratio, notorious for having the social grace of a nuclear bomb, and Aventurine, who isn't doing that great either.

I wonder how the game expects us to see Aventurine. The game probably expects us to see him as slimy but charming and dangerous. And yeah, he somehow (conveniently behind the scenes) managed to come to some agreement with Black Swan, but otherwise he fails miserably in most of his interactions.

When we first meet him, he pretends that he has the power to help us with our invitation problem, awkwardly compliments Robin and Sunday, tries to buy our friendship with a ridiculously small sum (well it was probably all the money he had left). Then he tries to intimidate us but gets spooked by Acheron. Ratio leaves in the middle of their conversation, Sparkle catches him stalking her and roasts him, and so on.

So my current VERY subjective impression is that he's quite desperate at this point. He constantly fails but tries to save face. He lost his confidence after his stuff was confiscated, he can't count on buying people's loyalty with giant bribes as he probably used to.

He obviously had a difficult childhood, he had to claw his way up, and IPC doesn't seem like a place that nurtures one's appreciation for genuine human connections. He probably learned to see genuine feelings as liability. As the result, he only sees people as assets, and "friends" as tools. He talks a lot about friends and trust, but never even pretends that he wants to achieve genuine trust or friendship with anybody. (I can continue but this post is long enough and it'll probably become obsolete with the next update anyway)

And I know it's probably too much to hope for, but maybe he'll get some character development, making him more open to the idea of genuine human interaction.

I already have seen a lot of interesting theories about what's going on, and I really hope the game won't just ignore all these hints and details it gave us, and all these things are actually important.

#honkai star rail #my stuff #hsr spoilers #hsr 2.0 #hsr 2.0 spoilers

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binch-i-might-be · 1 year

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intermission. I'm having so many thoughts but not in the mind to articulate them

edit: it is no longer intermission. in fact I am back at the hotel room sprawled over the bed and kicking my legs in the air like a little girl. but I refuse to start this list over!

first of all, german really isn't the language for the musical, but they absolutely did the best they could with what they had

with that out of the way, let's get into my scattered stream of consciousness!

the lams is blatant and almost ridiculous. the guy playing Laurens only auditioned for the role so he could make it as gay as possible and I am CERTAIN of that. the homosexual gazing in the first song...... the fucking WAY the other guys and Laurens were whispering to each other when Hamilton first started going off and then Laurens stumbled over as if he was working up the nerve to ask him out. THEY KEEP GRABBING EACH OTHER'S NAPES??? IT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KISS DURING MY SHOT. HELLO

when Washington first showed up on stage I immediately went "YES DADDY" and I am not sorry!

speaking of Washington tho, he doesn't quite have the presence for me at some points. he's not as intense or consistent as Chris Jackson, but Hamilton and him are so very cute so I'll take it!

Hamilton is. SO endearing. I love him so much oh my god he's such a sweet boy he deserves the world. the actor is playing him so much younger than lmm did. he's so GENUINE. with lmm there was always this underlying weariness, he was weathered and snippy and waging a constant battle, but this one??? baby boy. such a little guy. absolute sweetheart

at the end of Aaron Burr, Sir instead of "who's that kid, what's he gonna do" they say. "what's the little one doing". can you hear me weeping

a lot of the jokes are lost or just don't hit. sad!

in helpless not only did Washington fix Hamilton's cravat,,,,, Hamilton showed him his ring all excited and then Washington PATTED HIS ELBOW as he was walking away. I'll never emotionally recover from this

also Laurens hands him the ring. they did make homosexual eye contact then. #lgbtq

when Hamilton asks for Eliza's hand, her father doesn't say "be true", he says "na gut". which is basically like saying "k". sir 😭

one thing that annoyed me a bit was that they used a lot of the formal "you". let them use the casual "you". come on :(

AT ONE POINT KING GEORGE LITERALLY SAID "LOVE WINS". GAY RIGHTS

every time Washington would have said "young man" he says "my son" instead. 5 dead 21 injured

instead of "at the right hand of the father" Burr says "in the lap of the father" and I?????

In Guns And Ships when Hamilton is leaving to rejoin the army he kisses Eliza and then :( he kisses her belly :( just kill me on the spot

oh at the end of Meet Me Inside when Hamilton screams in Washington's face he immediately ducks his head and WHIMPERS? he sounds like he's about to cry!!!! baby boy :(

Hamilton and Laurens are constantly roughhousing. constantly in each other's faces. it is very lgbt

this fucking shredded me. they changed mom/daddy/pa/pops whatever to the german Mama and Papa. not only does Jefferson say "quick, run to Papa" to Hamilton instead of "daddy's calling", this ALSO means that Philip burst into his father's office yelling "Papa if you'd HEARD the shit he said about you". you don't know real pain until you watch Philip die and hear that boy go "Mama". eternal suffering

Burr was good. I liked him! (yes that's all I have to say about him lmao)

my favourite performer was either Eliza or Angelica. they blew it out of the water

I am saddened to report that making out on stage occurred yet again! the people losing their shit over lmm maybe kissing with tongue during Say No To This would have died. I saw. tongues. I SAW them

some songs really do not work in german. the Schuyler Sisters is usually a favourite of mine but oh man does it sound rough. I didn't really understand the lyrics in Helpless but I still liked it because it's Helpless. some translation choices were wild and it took me out of it for a moment! BUT I'm very pleased to say that one line in Alexander Hamilton I was annoyed about, which was "and I simply shot him" instead of "I'm the damn fool that shot him" was changed to "I was his friend and I shot him". better!

"I'm not throwing away my shot" became "I only have one shot" and honestly I can't say I'm too mad about it at this point

"rise up" became "frei sein" ("to be free") which was a bit. ngl. cringe at times haha

Dear Theodosia hit me straight in the nutsack. I was borderline weeping over it. both Hamilton and Burr were so good in that, the text was very well translated, and oh boy does it hit different to hear that in my mother tongue. shit girls my issues came THROUGH on that one

Satisfied might have been my favourite translation out of the whole musical. god was that good. it had slightly different vibes from the original, but that made it so interesting. the imagery used was impeccable, Angelica's actress was AMAZING, and it's just. jesus fuck I'm probably coming back to that later on. genuinely that version made me tear up it was so good

honestly I would say the performers carried the whole thing. they made it work!

that's all for now folks! rest assured, I'll let y'all know if I think of anything else, but yeah! initial impressions and all that :)

#lots of thoughts lots of feelings lots of opinions #i'm glad i saw it in london first but i'm also very glad i saw this one #hamilton #hamilton hamburg #damn i'm beat

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Okay, so I know people might get upset with me about this and some might unfollow, but I feel I gotta say something and just let it out.

Little warning! I will be talking about characters being abusive.

I have had comments in the past about how I write characters and a common thing I've been told is how I write some very different from what others do. I'm cool with that. I like that there is diversity in writing. It's fun! What I don't like is how common it is in fics for toxic things to be seen as attractive.

Let me explain.

Levi has had moments in the manga and anime where he has been a bit blunt with people and used some crude language and everyone remembers that moment with him beating Eren to prove that he was not a danger to everyone. Levi has dirty jokes and he's a funny guy who is very loyal to his friends.

He is loyal, he is kind, he is caring and he thinks about others. He has not once been abusive to female characters in the manga or anime. His mother was a sex worker and him using women or being abusive to him would not be what his mother wanted him to be.

What I don't get is how him hurting Eren to save him has been taken out of context, or him being blunt to people as well. What I mean is, in some fics, he is portrayed as very abusive in his ways toward the MC. He will be cold, rude, snappy, beats her, he sleeps around, insulting to women, abandons the MC and also treats her as weak.

After being horrific to the MC, they still love him until the end and they get together and he says a few "I'm sorry" and everything is forgiven.

What upsets me about this is how a VERY toxic relationship and person is romanticised. How a simple "I'm sorry" after a ridiculous amount of abuse is okay. These things should not be romanticised as these things are very real and happen to so many people out there and they try everything to escape those relationships. I have been in this situation and it was not romantic and I have mental scars as a result. I have had friends who suffered as well.

Having a favourite character of mine turned into an abuser upsets me so much and I know it's hurt some of my friends. I've had to console friends after reading fics of a character they love being toxic, horrid and abusive towards them the reader.

My biggest issue with this is no matter how much we try, people under age will read these fics. People lie about their age, there's nothing we can do about that. If people want to do something or read something, they find a way. Younger people can be easily influenced and reading a toxic relationship as romantic will make them think its okay for someone to treat them that way.

It is not okay.

I'm not trying to police anyone or tell people how to write fics or anything like that. I'm just saddened that abusive behaviour is being romanticised and to see people making comments that they're shocked that me and some other people who do fics don't write him in an abusive manner.

I don't know if I got this across right, but I just wanted to air out my feelings about this as I have been in the shoes of a victim of abuse and I didn't find it romantic, nor have my friends who have survived as well.

Thank you to all of you for reading this and thank you to @ladycheesington for letting me chat to her beforehand about this.

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7. Top 5 Primals or Bosses

(1) The Dying Gasp - Hades

I thought I still had a screenshot of the title card for this one and I'm saddened that I don't. I'll have to grab one later because oh man... Not only does the story behind this one STILL make me cry, the fucking creature design for Hades (both forms) fucking SLAPS SO FUCKING HARD.

(2) The Dead Ends - Ra-La, the Last Mercy

Again, the entire dungeon fucking kills me. I cry so damn hard through it (and I hate hate hate the first boss because I SUCK AT IT) and this... I honestly think it's beautiful. That it offering a beautiful, gentle end is a mercy in some way, and there's nothing wrong with seeking a kindly touch to help move onto the next plane.

(3) Dohn Mheg - Anec Thon, Lord of the Lengthsome Gait

I thought I had a shot, but apparently I cleaned out my old screenshots folder and damn it >< I wish I hadn't. (My PC was sobbing for mercy, that's why I had to do it.) And I just absolutely fucking love this guy. I love his dramatic appearance, the "will kill you via violin" attacks, the way he's just SO RIDICULOUS and also kind of fucking evil. (I love Il Mheg and all the fae in it so muuuuuuuuuch...)

(4) Malikah's Well - Lightwarden: Storge

I love this thing so fucking much you have no idea. I love Shadowbringers, I LOVE monstrous angels, and this??? THIS???? PEAK! PEAK! I LOVE this thing! I love how it sounds like a massive bell, I love that the attack names are torture methods, I love that it rearranges itself. I LOVE the Lightwardens, but nothing more than this one. (And lemme tell you, when I have $$$ available, I'm going to commission someone to draw me a WoL Lightwarden.)

(5) Mt. Gulg - Forgiven Whimsy

Of course I love a boss named Forgiven WHIMSY. I AM whimsy! It's my favorite trait! And having it be a fuckin' Rubix cube of death??? C'mon, that's stellar!!! How could you NOT love that thing? Especially right on the heels of Forgiven Cruelty. I laughed uproariously when I saw it the first time and called to my husband that apparently my main trait would turn me into a big ass cube one day.

#FFXIV #Prompts #OOC #Yes most of mine are from Shadowbringers #That expansion was designed and written specifically for me after all

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Four.

I’m really quite thrilled at how popular this is, guys! I thought I would reward such interest with another chapter :) Looking forward to your feedback, as ever!

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,579

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“Professor Cooke, can I ask, as a lighter skinned black woman, have you ever felt that perhaps you’re treated differently to people whom are darker?”

In her lecture that day, Darla was discussing with her students exactly how social divides could even boil down to such nuances, where fair and darker skinned persons were concerned. It had made for some lively debate within her class, of which she always welcomed.

“That’s a great question, Miss Reed, wanting to know of my own experiences. Yes, I have felt that difference, but not necessarily in my favour, as I assume you were alluding to. The connotations come from the fact that my father is black and my mother is white, so I have undoubtedly faced persecution for my blackness, or lack thereof, in the minds of my doubters. I once was told that I should not identify as a black woman, because I have a white mother, a notion I think we can all agree on the ridiculousness of!”

Her students made noises of agreement, nodding, faces sympathetic to her being told that.

“Did your mom ever face persecution, for being in a relationship with your father?” Another student called out to her, Darla nodding.

“Oh, heavens yes, from both white and black people. Even in the nineties, a couple of mixed ethnicities was still so taboo in the minds of some, something I am glad that society is beginning to accept should not be, although these people do still exist, we all know that. I watched her become very frustrated and saddened with such small mindedness, and let me tell you, my mama is a tough broad, make no mistake!” she paused, a ripple of laughter echoing around the lecture theatre.

“But I saw her be persecuted for being white in almost the same way that we have been persecuted for our blackness for generations. Examples being that my father should have settled with a black woman, that he shouldn’t have had children with her, and that came from a couple of members of my own family. My grandmother, for one, while she didn’t dislike my mother, she was initially hesitant over my father staring a family with her, purely because she had never envisioned that he would settle with a woman who was not black.

“I will add here that my grandma doesn’t have a racist bone in her body, either. She came around very quickly, though, once she realised my dad’s decision was final and accepted that she had to adjust her expectations, saw the genuine love between them and eventually, her reservations became non-existent. They’re best friends now, thankfully! If only everyone could be like grandma Cooke, huh?”

“To touch back, though, to perhaps my lighter skin leaning me in the direction of favour, yes, I have encountered this, too. My two closest friends are a white woman and a black woman, Chantelle being much darker skinned than I, she’s the same in complexion as you, Miss Reed. One time while we were shopping, we exited a store together and the alarms were set off. Only Chantelle’s bag was searched.

“Of course, with Aimee being white, the finger of suspicion was not pointed at her, and it seemed my lightness made me exempt from such as well, but Chantelle, she was stopped. This isn’t a new thing for black people to face, we all know how deep-rooted this prejudice is. I want to bring that into our discussion now. Hands up, everyone here who is lighter skinned. Have you ever experienced the same, favour because you are lighter?”

A couple raised their hands, Darla asking them to share their experiences.

“It’s what I like to coin as the white hall pass effect, Professor Cooke. Lighter means better in the eyes of some. I’m the same as you, except my mom is black and my dad white.” Another of her students called out after a few others had shared.

“Excellently put, because it does! No matter how much we would like to think that it doesn’t. And now, I want for us to dig deep into the bones of Mr Lee’s statement. Lighter means better. How, with all of our different skin tones, our ethnicities, whether mixed or not, can we come together and drive society forward in challenging this notion? Ideas, please. The floor is open, but I want my white students to answer this first. How would you guys suggest we move forward in challenging the viewpoints that have predominantly come from your side of the divide throughout history for a modern-day solution to tackle such racial prejudices?”

In doing this, she wanted to bring her students together in sharing how, from white to black, each of her kids formulated their ideas in how to make society fairer where persecution of colour was concerned. To her, all voices had to be heard, and people needed to meet in the middle across the racial divide, although of course none of her students were prejudiced, she wanted still to encourage their coming together, hoping for a ripple effect that would extend to outside of the boundaries of her lecture theatre.

It was then that it suddenly hit her. When Tommy had attempted to reason from a different side of a divide with her over the subjects they had discussed, she’d shut him down. Multiple times, in fact. She hadn’t given him the opportunity to present his arguments in the same way she did to those she was educating. She’d just educated him, a grown man too, no less. Inside, she cringed a little, remembering their disastrous date.

It had been three weeks since, and in that time neither had reached out to one another, Darla realising that perhaps the way she had behaved – perfect sex or not – had likely put him off ever looking for it again with her. Or had it?

After her day was done, she arrived home, went for a jog and planned to do nothing more with her evening than eat a huge bowl of pasta and take a long, hot shower.

‘Hey, you busy later?’

Looking at her phone, she toyed with the idea of keeping her plans for pasta and lengthy stay in the shower for all of five minutes.

‘No, I’m free. Wanna come by at eight?’

‘Cool. See you then.’

One quick shower and an even quicker sandwich were decided upon, Darla having an hour until he arrived. And when he did, god, the way he looked at her as soon as she opened the front door. She could get used to that look. They didn’t utter a word as she stood aside to let him in, but as soon as she’d shut her front door, Tommy spoke to her in the kind of language that her body read immediately, standing close behind her, his fingers trailing up the back of her bare legs, mouth ghosting the side of her neck before finally pressing his lips upon her skin.

He pressed himself against her, hands gliding sumptuously over her curves, the soft cotton of her dress swathing them softly, Darla gasping when she felt his erection prod at her back.

“You’re hard already?”

“What can I say?” he began, arousal charging. “My dick knows what it likes.” Sliding his hand straight between her legs, he cupped at her heat, Darla turning and kissing him voraciously. They made it roughly four feet across the room, before falling into a tangle upon her huge couch. Sitting up, she removed her dress, exposing her nudity to his appreciative eyes.

“No undies, huh?”

“It would have been a useless exercise, putting any on.”

“And look at that, we agree on something for once.” She couldn’t help but snort with a small burst of laughter, leaning down to kiss him again as her hands toured his muscles, fingertips delighting over the washboard of his abs. Their combined effort got him just as bare as she in moments, Darla positioning herself over his hips, grasping the thick girth of his cock before enveloping his hardness within her heat.

She stretched around him, a faint gasp leaving her mouth as she pushed her palms against his broad chest, Tommy running his hands up her arms, pulling her down to kiss her wantonly. It was uncontained right from the start, both burning with furious passion for one another as their fierce connection reignited.

It singed her, he singed her, the embers glowing deep in her core, staring down at him, thinking him to perhaps be one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. He just had it all, chiselled body, plentiful ink, lips so full and luscious she could kiss and nibble upon them infinitely. And his eyes, stormy blue with the faintest hint of green, not that she could detect much from his irises in that moment, his pupils were so blown.

Folding at the waist, she swiped her tongue in a slow line up his chest, tasting the faint remanence of whatever shower gel he used upon his fresh skin, the hairs coarse against her tongue before it rolled with the softness of his once she’d returned her mouth to his. He grasped her butt as she rolled against him expertly, every inch of his cock bathed in her wetness, hot wet heaven enveloping him, moving his mouth to her elegant throat, nipping gently.

He chuckled at her grumbles of protest when he flipped her over, leaning to suck her nipples as he sank back into her with a deeply delivered thrust, teeth prickling each bud as his hands slid all over her soft skin, one settling at her neck to hold her down.

“Damn you, you know I like a ride,” she panted, Tommy looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“As I remember, you also like being held down, so quit complaining and just be held.” There was a slight balefulness to his tone, and it went straight to the coil winding tightly within her, stoking the furnace of her desire, Darla licking her top lip with playful seduction, a sight that evoked a lustful growl within her... lover? Fuck buddy? Whatever he was to her.

His cock fucked tingles of pure ebullience into her, Tommy staring at her intently, his thumb stroking her lip before he leaned to kiss her, his thrusts speeding up, his mouth swallowing her moans. She clenched tightly around him, wailing loudly as everything swiftly gave way to utter frenzy, drawing curses from him as he fucked her savagely, erotic heat coiling within them both from such uninhibited friction. He then slowed again, his hardness dragging her walls in a languid, deliberate glide, making sparks glimmer through her.

He felt heavy and delicious within her slick heat, Darla mewling softly as she panted, each slowly delivered thrust stoking wildfire within her. It felt like her cunt was an inferno of magmatic pleasure when he sped up again, lewd squelching noises filling the air, such was the plentifulness of her wetness.

Uncontained frenzy gripped them both, and she was messy beneath him in moments, sharing dirty, hungry kisses, their bodies trembling as he fucked her until the coil in her groin released, lightning striking home, her entire being burning with aggressively tingling pleasure. He barely gave her chance to recover, retreating with a gloopy pop from her puffy sex, turning her over and slamming himself back into the sodden clutch of her cunt, his hand winding through her wild curls and pushing.

“Down, all the way. Mmmm, good girl.” A spank to her ass cheek evoked her little squeal, her body thriving upon his dominance. In life, Darla was firmly in charge, but in bed she was quite happy to relinquish her control to him. He drove into her with incandescent fury, spanking her again, telling her how sexy she was, how amazing she felt, and he did it so masterfully, her head spun, clouded by erotic fog.

He chased his release with the kind of vigour that had heat simmering through her again, her hand moving back between her legs, rubbing at her clit as she felt the divine swell, her waves crashing against his shore for a second time as his thrusts became staccato, filling her with cum, groaning carnivorously as he bit onto her shoulder.

They lay soft and breathless in the aftermath, Tommy collapsed on top of her, fingers delicately stroking her sides, his heart hammering strongly against her shoulder. “I’m glad your blinds are down, or else this particular part of Silver Street would have just gotten one hell of a free show.”

She burst out laughing, entertained by his observation. “Right? I bet we look hot when we fuck, too.”

“If we were pay per view, we’d be top band content.”

“The most expensive Patreon!”

“Most signed up to OnlyFans.”

“Hell yes!”

They shared laughter as he pulled out and located his sweats, pulling them back on and flopping down on the couch again, Darla pulling on her dress and seating herself in the pile of decorative cushions at the end. “What is it with you girls and this couch litter? I got mouse bitching at me to buy cushions for my couch right now, too. They don’t need it; the seats are all the cushioning they require.”

“Couch litter,” she snorted, tickled at his name for cushions. “Meadow does like to burrow. Remember my mom’s giant bean bag, with her sitting in it and it swallowing her whole?”

“And your pops dragging her across the floor on it?” she died laughing at the memory, an eight-year-old Meadow squealing with mirth as her dad had dragged her around the lounge, their dogs going wild, the kids present entertained as ever at papa Mike (as Mike Cooke always insisted the kids refer to him as) and his antics. He'd always been such a fun dad, Tommy secretly a little envious of Darla, since her father was so involved with her friends, such a good, hardworking man, too, rather than the useless, abusive drunk his father had been at the time. “Papa Mike, how is he?”

“He’s good, still working too hard but that’s just the way he is.” Her parents ran The Cooke House, a barbecue joint back in Pittsburgh, her father using the techniques taught to him by his own father and ensuring that the pit smoked meats were the finest available for miles around. Darla had loved them before turning vegan, but now equally adored her dad’s smoked tofu and seitan, which he did especially for her but ended up putting on the menu to be more inclusive to different dietary requirements. “Do you want a coffee or something?”

“I feel like I need Red bull mainlined in after that,” he exclaimed, Darla giggling again. He was funny, she had to give him that. “Yeah, black, no sugar, please.”

“Matches how you like your bed partners, huh?”

“Oh no,” he began, winking. “I like a little sugar. Pity you’re salty a lot of the time, ain’t it?”

“How rude!”

“But I’m right.”

She still couldn’t help but laugh, because he was right. She knew her faults only too well, but that night, they seemed to fall into a sync with each other, one that had been missing upon their first date. Was she right to write him off quite so quickly, she wondered, padding through to her small kitchen and searching her cupboard for coffee filters.

Time would tell, she guessed.

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ultravioart · 1 year

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Hm.... very ridiculous deathglare idea (not intended in any au, probably just a one off fic idea or something, takes place before Dominator appears)

Hater is constantly complaining about tfw no gf so badly that it is getting in the way of evil plans and planetary conquest. Hater is in a lonely hearts club slump and the usual night ride isn't fixing it. Peepers gets fed up with Hater's immature theatrics (oh what does a girl have that I don't!!--wait), so he thinks up a plan: text Hater pretending to be a random girl, have 'her' say he's the greatest and whatnot, and once Hater's ego is filled Hater will shrug off the girl, and he'll be back to his evil old self in no time!

(This idea is inspired by the date, where once Hater has 'girls fawning' over him, he blows them off to bask in his awesomeness lol) But the plan does not work out like that, and they end up texting each other like little idiots LOL

I know it's a bit mean, but the two of them ARE acting like evil bad guys and karma DOES bite, so this idea is still is pretty ripe with humor and plenty of cute moments, I think.

For example, like how it gets to the point where Peepers has to mute the alt phone during meetings bc Hater is texting so many heart emojis it's going to blow cover bc Peepers is so happy lmao And YOU BETCHA Peepers is secretly loving the LARP roleplay of having Hater as a long-distance boyfriend, being the overworked and underappreciated genius character just waiting to be whisked away to a pampered life by Lord Hater's side. Eventually, Peepers starts to act a bit less of the "conceited stereotype of what a girl is" character and more so just texting as himself with hater. And it's really cute, they have so much in common. Hater picks up on that and says she's not what he thought a girl would be like. ..."tomboy" huh? Hot.(frantically backspaces) Cool.

And then Hater brags about any new gf texts he gets with Peepers, and Peepers can't help but sneak a smile bc hehe that's all because of me (you little creep!) There's probably something about how her name is Tammie or some valley girl name like that, and she works long hours/there's a time zone difference so that's why she doesn't text back immediately, --because she's TOTALLY into Hater, and Hater says he would have it so she'd never have to work and he'd buy her everything she wanted because she's so cool and pretty(has not seen a single picture of her), and there's stuff about how her boss never listens to her which Hater thinks so stupid because she's so smart and stuff her boss must be so stupid (insert Peepers eyeroll), and how she's too shy to send a selfie--but she's not ugly she swears!!!! (Insert shy high heel boot pictures with "what do you think?" LOL) Probably the most cringe inducing text message history ever, but Peepers loves all the attention, and so does Hater. The Hater Empire's plans start slowing down a bit, and the two spend nearly all their free time texting each other. Conquering becomes something to speed through so they can get back to texting where Hater brags about his new win to his beloved long distance and mysterious ladylove. It isn't until Peepers finds himself actually wanting lovey dovey texts over galactic takeover that Peepers wakes up and is like "oh. oh no. I've fallen too deep!" and tries to get Hater to dislike this "girl" character he's created WITHOUT breaking Lord Hater's poor heart. (>Ruthlessly leaves him on read like Hater did to Peepers in 'the cool guy' LOL) But instead of deterring it gets worse as Hater thinks now she's REALLY playing "hard to get" and Hater is more invested than ever. Things continue and eventually Peepers realizes he has to be forward. Even though Peepers knows (or well, assumes) Hater doesn't like boys, a little bit of Peepers is hopeful as Peepers goes to put the final nail in the coffin. The character admits she's actually a boy pretending to be a girl, so Hater would like him. And it ends, promptly. Peepers is saddened but relieved (finally they can get back to conquering), and Hater is shocked and appalled (HE WAS LIED TO??!??!)! Later on Hater is raging to Peepers and Peepers is gloomy and defeated as he explains what catfishing is and Hater vows to never online date again (well, at least Peepers eliminated that threat), Hater rages that has to SEE the date's face in person otherwise no go, blah blah blah... Peepers gets back to evil planning as Hater rants on, finding himself wistful... Oh, one of these days, Hater would see him as something more, even if it wasn't in a "date me" way he'd see Peepers could give him everything a girl could and SO MUCH more! Peepers just had to work really hard, and stick to the plan, and get Lord Hater to the top of the evil leader boards! If Peepers made Hater #1, Hater would have no choice but to treasure him, the man who got him to the top and gave him the entire universe! And then they could share it together and-- Hater ends his rant with an annoyed "I mean, if he was honest from the start then it could have worked out!" Peepers promptly chokes on his own spit.

#death glare #deathglare #oh nooooooooooo #this is very cringe but in a very silly way i am so sorry #commander peepers #lord hater #the idea of Peepers staring at his phone with glee #and hater staying up all night texting #bruh #text #long text #no proofreads we post cringe and die like men #yeh #Hater would send so many heart emojis Peepers would die a little #tfw you check your dms and get the happies on lunch break #watchdogs wonder if peepers finally got a date #nah he's probably just geeking out over evil plans lol #Hater is like. so happy.#his gf is so cool and hot and awesome and cool (he has not seen a single photo of her)#poor lad #but not really they both deserve a bit of karma for being meanies #seriously i think Peepers would squee with all the attention my god #imagine #the message history is a 500k slow burn but in “hey” “hey” “wyd” format LOL #RIP #woy

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mangosimoothie · 2 years

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The Bachelorette: Episode 7 - Welcome and Bienvenue!

Y'allready know what time it is! It's Sims 4 Bachelorette - episode 7! X'irron's unfortunate and unexpected departure from the competition left Aja feeling down, so we decided to lift her spirits back up with an exciting surprise! The guys weren't as happy with it as she was, but too bad for them! Time to step up your game, boys because this competition just got a little harder

"OH MY GOD, HI!!!!" Aja, still sad over X'irron, requested that we take a break from shooting today, but instead we brought on a new contestant! She was annoyed at first, but once she looked out the window and saw who it was she immediately ran to greet him.

The guys heard the commotion from inside and came out to see what it was all about. They all had one question for us:

"Who the fuck is this guy???"

This 6' 3" Caramel Delite is Grammy Award winning musician, Forbes' number one Most Eligible Bachelor, Gucci model, and close family friend of Aja's who she went to international boarding school with - Bastien Cupidon.

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"First of all, you guys already HAVE an impeccably dressed socialite with ridiculously high cheekbones and perfect hair." You mean Atticus? "What- no - I was talking about ME!" Ohhh, yeah, no, for sure

"Kinda puts a damper on our date today..." Oh yeah, by the way Cooper, we had to push your date to later in the week so that Bastien could do his today instead. "Oh."

"So you folks are telling me you just decided to fly this bozo in, middle of the competition, outta NOWHERE-" We flew him in from France, actually.

"And he's FRENCH?!" Yeah, he's from the Champagne region. "Y'all are annoying as fuck, for real."

"You people awoke me from my slumber in the middle of the day and made me go out into the sun for this?" Sorry Nosferatu, we had to get those juicy reaction shots!

"I try not to judge people too harshly when I first meet them, but there's something off about this guy." You mean his ~vibe~ is off? "I can tell you're tryna clown me right now but yes, his vibe's off. When's his birthday?" July 22nd. "Yeah that checks out."

"OH MY GOD I could NOT be more excited to see 🎶 Bastieeeen!!! 🎶 It's been such a long time! We were super close as kids, but then his music career took off and I got really busy with my lifestyle brand and philanthropy projects, so it's been a minute." It seems like you two have a lot of history! Is any of it ~romantic~ history? "Oh, definitely not. He is the sweetest guy in the world, but he was kind of a dork back when we were in school. But I mean, look at him now!"

Bastien! We're so happy you could postpone your international tour and the release of your next album to join us. "But of course - anything for Aja. When I saw how saddened she was to see the alien boy go, I felt the pain of her heart deeply in mine as well. But then I got a call from my agents saying that you wanted me on the show to replace him. It is a great honor." So you've been watching the show? That's awesome! You know, and I'm really not supposed to tell you this, but all the guys seem a little threatened by you. They REALLY don't like that we invited you here. Are you hoping to win them over, or are you more of a "I'm not here to make friends!" kinda guy? "I hope that they can talk to me and see that just because I am global star, outrageously handsome, and Aja and I have been close our whole lives does not mean that I have a how you say? 'unfair advantage.' I want nothing more than the best for Aja, whichever of us gentlemen that may be. She is a beautiful, intelligent, wise, and strong-willed woman; she will make the correct choice." So which contestant do you think is your biggest competition? "Oh, none of them, bien sûr. But I am looking forward to us all becoming great friends."

NEXT | PREVIOUS | BEGINNING

#ts4bachelorette #bastien #ep7 #the boys are fightinggggg #ts4 story #ts4 cc #ts4 maxis cc #simblr

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moonlight-cp · 1 year

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Proxy in Command (Creepypasta x Reader) Chapter 52

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After seventeen years, I no longer had to serve anyone. I had no connection to Slenderman or Zalgo. I was a step away from being free, but all I needed was one more thing. Killing Zalgo would be the last task I had to accomplish. I didn't know when, but I hoped it would be soon.

All of my revenge plans got dismissed as soon as I saw my favorite white-haired guy sitting on our familiar log. My heart beat faster seeing him in person. For days I believed the closest thing I had to my family was gone. I was relieved he was alive.

Zen may not be related to me by blood, but he was the one who raised me when I was younger. I may not remember him because my memories were stolen, but that didn't stop me from being grateful. He reversed all the pain that Slenderman caused.

I rushed to his side, unable to wait any longer. It has been over four weeks after all.

"Zen!" I yelled as I opened my arms to embrace him. He quickly turned around to look at me with relief before hugging me back. "You have no idea how relieved I am to see you alive."

We stayed still, letting the moment sink in. It had been a while since I was this happy.

"Y/N," He pulled back. "What the hell happened?"

I let out a huge breath as I laughed. "You know the usual. I was in the underworld for two weeks because I wanted to protect the others. I was told you died, and I turned evil but Sally broke the spell. Zalgo hurt me, and I somehow came back and was in a coma for two weeks. And now I'm here."

Zen closed his eyes and he took everything in. "Zalgo told you I died?"

"He showed me an image of you and him fighting in the throne room then he captured your soul," I explained. "It was an illusion though. He showed me an illusion of your soul to make it more believable. I was an idiot to have fallen for it."

"I mean I did go to the underworld after the pastas returned, but he never did anything to me. I tried to convince him to let you b-but-" his voice cracked.

"It's okay," I assured him. "I mean sure I nearly died like two times but I'm here and now I'm finally free."

He tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean you're free?"

"I left the mansion and I'm not marked by Slenderman anymore. It's all over." I said with joy. "We can finally leave together but we have to kill Zalgo first to live in peace."

His expression sadden as he looked at the lake on the side. "Y/N-" He snapped his head to the other side before he furrowed his eyebrows in anger.

I followed his gaze and met Slenderman a few yards away from us.

"I must confess it feels weird to have my first two proxies standing in front of me."

"What the fuck are you doing here? I already told you I would kill you if you followed me!" I growled.

Slenderman stared at Zen for a few seconds. "Have you told her the truth?"

"Of course he did!" I fumed. "You fed me lies for the past seventeen years."

"Has he told you he killed your parents?"

I felt my heart stop beating. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't.

"Because you forced me to!" Zen defended himself. "I had to kill them to prove my loyalty to you!"

It all made sense. Zen said he brought me to the mansion so he must have brought me after killing them.

"I bet he hasn't told you he's been working with Zalgo over the past eleven years."

"Don't be ridiculous he-" I turned around to see him but Zen kept his gaze on the floor. He bit his lip as he tried to avoid eye contact with me.

"Zen, please tell me he's lying," I whispered as I felt my heart getting crushed into pieces.

"Then I would be lying, Y/N." He whispered back.

My eyes got watery as I took a step back from him. I couldn't believe this. The guy that I trusted the most was secretly my enemy. All those times we spent together, it was all a lie.

"It seems we have a family reunion here, don't we?" Zalgos's voice echoed throughout the forest before he revealed his presence a few yards away from Zen and me. He started to summon the ring fire which I took the hint to try to escape.

"Y/N! Get out of there!" Slenderman yelled.

By the time I wanted to run, the ring of fire was fully formed with Zalgo, Zen, and me inside. One couldn't get in or out besides Zalgo. The only time Zalgo had formed this ring, Slenderman was inside with me outside with his brothers. Zalgo nearly killed Slenderman the last time it happened.

"This is it Y/N. You're going to finally meet your end!" Zalgo announced.

I looked at Zen who had been fighting off tears throughout this time. As much as I felt hurt, I wanted to believe he regretted it.

"Zen," I grabbed his shoulder. "If you help me kill Zalgo, I promise I'll forgive you for everything and I'll forget this even happened."

"I can't." He whispered. "I'm marked by him."

My blood ran cold as I widened my eyes knowing what this meant.

"If you kill him, you'll kill me. I'm not going to help you, but I'm not going to stop you either, Y/N." He finally looked at me directly in the eyes. "I won't get offended if you choose to kill him."

"I don't understand, you wanted us to leave together a few weeks ago. What changed?"

"My mark disappeared during that time. It wasn't until he marked you that he noticed it. I'm so sorry Y/n, I wish I could have told you sooner."

Guilt took over as I realized that was the only chance for his freedom. Looking at it now, I remember he mentioned that was the way we could both be free. I was so obsessed with wanting to kill Zalgo that now I have to deal with the consequences.

"Make no mistake Y/N, someone here is going to die." Zalgo summoned fire on his palms. "Either I kill you or you kill us, you pick." He smirked. "Although I will say, you're in no condition to even hurt me."

"Zalgo, you can't hurt her!" I heard Slenderman yell from outside. "You can kill me but don't touch her!" Zalgo ignored him as he kept his gaze at us.

I slowly looked at Zen, finding out he was already looking at me with a sad smile. "Go kill that son of a bitch. That's the only way I can escape from him."

"Zen," I whispered before closing my eyes and embracing him for the last time. "I wish I had taken that opportunity to escape with you. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

"I was the one who didn't tell you. It's mainly my fault."

We pulled back as we looked at each other one last time.

"Thank you for everything," I whispered.

He opened his mouth to say something but he quickly shut it, nodding his head.

"Can we get this over with, I'm getting a bit sentimental." Zalgo laughed.

I got my dagger from my pocket, charging him at full speed. He teleported behind me before I swung my dagger from behind. He teleported again but this time in front of me. He knocked out my dagger but to his surprise, I had a spare one. I tried to stab him but his hand touched the blade, causing it to melt. I let go of it so I wouldn't burn myself, unaware he had summoned a knife to stab me behind my shoulder. I whimpered, as I took the blade out.

"Just give up Y/N. You're going to slowly die here if you keep this up."

"You're foolish if you think I'm going to give up that easily." I gritted out as I held his blade.

Slenderman in the meantime had tried to convince Zen to join me. He knew I stood no chance without any help.

"Help her! You know she doesn't stand a chance against him!"

Zen glared at him as he tried to ignore the battle happening beside him. Although the flames were quite high, he was still able to see Slenderman on the other side.

"Wasn't this what you wanted? For her to die? You left her alone with Zalgo for two weeks!"

"Zen, I'm begging you! I no longer want her to die! If you care for her, which I know you do, you would help her."

"Fuck you! I don't need to listen to your stupid orders!" He finally looked at the battle on his side. Reality seemed to hit him as he noticed my bloody shoulder. Zalgo would play dirty if it guaranteed him winning.

Zalgo kept avoiding my attacks whenever I tried to swing at him. I started to get frustrated with how I couldn't even touch him. He summoned a dagger to hit mine. We kept pushing our daggers until another one swung against him, making him teleport back.

"Zen?" I was confused. Why would he try to kill him when he knows he has the same fate as Zalgo?

"I'm not letting him win." He assured me. "I'd rather die with him than live with guilt for the rest of my life."

We both grabbed our weapons tighter as we faced Zalgo. Zalgo cracked his neck to the side with a smirk. "I guess I have to end Slenderman's proxies in front of him. Perfect."

Zen and I ran toward him, ready to charge at him.

On the other side, the pastas barely arrived. They looked at the ring of fire in horror as they saw their friend fight the demon inside.

"What the fuck is happening?" Liu muttered.

"Why haven't you teleported inside to get her!" Masky exclaimed.

"It's Zalgo's ring of fire. No one can get in or out." Slenderman answered. "We can't do anything but hope Y/N can kill him."

Puppeteer looked at the battle in front of him with fear. "There must be something we can do! She's in no condition to fight!"

"He's right," E.J added. "She's going to strain herself."

"Who's fighting with her?" Painter asked, noticing there was a third person inside.

"That's Zen, my first proxy."

Zen and I kept swinging at Zalgo which he kept dodging. My moves kept on slowing down due to exhaustion. As much as my body wanted to give up, I couldn't. My life was at stake here along with the pasta's and possibly the world. Zalgo can't win.

Zalgo finally noticed my moves were slowing down. He grinned before using his hand to send me flying to the side. I groaned as I lay on the floor, a couple of inches away from the fire. Closing my eyes, I tried to breathe. It was harder than I thought considering all I smelled was smoke and the wound in my shoulder didn't help either.

Maybe it was the smoke or the pain or possibly my body was exhausted, but I felt the world shaking as I felt a high pitch ringing in my ears. The blurry image of the fire with the pastas outside was all I could make out before I closed my eyes again. I felt my energy drained yet I somehow was managed to sit up. But when I finally stood on one knee and opened my eyes, I was greeted by a horrible sight.

I don't know how Zen didn't scream, but Zalgo had stabbed him in the chest to the point the tip of the blade was sticking out behind his back.

My mouth flew open as I felt my chest tightening up. Tears fell uncontrollably.

"Zen!" I screamed at the top of my lungs but it sounded muffled through my ears.

Zalgo pulled out his sword, throwing Zen a couple of yards away.. I limped as I made my way to Zen while applying pressure to my wound. All of a sudden, I was able to hear again.

I dropped to my knees as my lips quivered at the sight of him. He had a hole in his chest and the leaves underneath him were stained with blood.

"Zen, I'm so sorry!" I cried as I shut my eyes. "If only I-"

He touched my knee in comfort. He was the one who was dying yet he was comforting me. How pathetic must I be?

"I don't want to die being the villain in your story." He gasped as he moved his hand to my cheek. I placed my hand on top of his, knowing what he was going to do.

He shared with me his memories including the ones that he was forced to steal from me.

I saw how he met Slenderman, how he killed my parents, how he made a deal with Zalgo to keep me alive, how he refused to carry out Zalgo's plans, and more importantly, how he saved me in the end.

Zen quickly opened the door before running down the stairs. His blood ran cold as he saw her unconscious body on the blood-stained floor. His heart broke once he inspected her back.

"What the hell did he do to you!" He cried as he carefully hugged her body. "I didn't want this to happen!" He yelled as he picked her up.

She couldn't stay in the under realm any longer. He had to bring her back to the mansion no matter the consequences. He can only hope the pastas would protect her and make sure Zalgo couldn't reach her. Slenderman appeared to change his perspective of her so maybe there was hope for her now.

He teleported with her in his arms to the real world. Only he and Zalgo had this ability. He gently dropped her to the ground, placing a small kiss on her head as his tear fell on her cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N This is all my fault. I hope you can forgive me." He glanced at her before knocking furiously on the door. She only had a matter of time yet he couldn't heal her because Slenderman would know. He teleported back to the forest, far enough to see who would open the door.

He sighed in relief when he saw Splendor pick her up. He knew she was in good hands.

I widened my eyes as I took all of the memories in. I looked at him in disbelief despite the fact I was crying.

"I-I don't understand. Why would you risk yourself for me? Why am I so important to you!"

He smiled as he used his thumb to caress my cheek. He showed me the final conversation he had with my dad, causing me to widen my eyes.

"Because you're my biological sister, silly."

He closed his eyes as his head dropped to the side, his hand falling to the ground.

"Zen!" I screamed as I hugged his corpse tighter. "No, you can't leave me!" I closed my eyes wishing this was all a nightmare.

"I'm so sorry!" I wailed. "I didn't know!"

I felt his body getting lighter which made me look at him. His legs were slowly turning into golden dust and soon his whole body would be too.

"NO! STOP!" I yelled as I hugged him tighter, hoping it would stop his body from turning. Unfortunately, it didn't and soon his whole body disappeared, making me hug myself.

"ZEN!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, not caring if it echoed throughout the forest.

The pastas heard the pain in my voice. Although they knew nothing about him, they still felt sympathy for me. I had never broken down in front of them, so this new sight scared them.

"I'm surprised he just told you, you were siblings. I figured that since the beginning I saw you." Zalgo laughed.

I ignored him as I was hyperventilating. He enjoyed the view he was getting.

"Death is a gift of fate, don't you think so darling?"

I slowly got up and clenched my teeth. I slowly glared at him, with my eyes still watery as I held another dagger tighter in my hand.

"You fucking killed him." I spatted.

"I'm well aware of my actions. I should have done that ages ago." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "But he was the key to getting to you."

"You're going to fucking pay!"

He grinned as he brought his arms out. "Then go for it, I'm right here, love."

I was sick and tired of losing. He won multiple battles and now, it was time for me to end the war once and for all.

This was just the beginning of an end.

Series Masterlist---Next Chapter -> (Chapter 53)

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Bakumatsu Renka Shinsengumi Part 1 - Okita Souji Route

Soo.. I'm really not fond of the art, but I really like Shinsengumi stuff, so I bought this on sale🤣 Okay, I think I'm getting used to the art, it's actually quite endearing in it's own way, mainly because LMAO at that brawl they had with the sumo wrestlers. The story is actually so much more fun than I thought it would be, it's such a riot. Honestly, I wish they made Serizawa more of a jerk, because I actually quite like him right now even though there's no point😭 Otherwise, Suzuka being an actual part of the Mibu Roshigumi, and everyone knowing she's actually a woman is very interesting to see! She seems quite headstrong too, so I'm looking forward to her development. I feel bad for her though. Both her parents were selfish and left her, luckily she was still taken care of by the sister-in-law or whatever she was. LOL when everyone left Saito at the inn after the brawl with the sumo wrestlers, I have to admit, I completely forgot about him too🤣🤣🤣 Even though the guys make fun of her every now and then, it's nice to see that they're all concerned for her in their own ways. I actually think it's pretty saddening to see how Serizawa's actions have become too much to the point that Kondo and them have to "take care" of him. Honestly, I forgot how some of the stuff the Shinsengumi did were pretty "dirty", so when they tried to get Serizawa drunk so that it would be easier to kill him, it really made me feel uncomfortable considering how despite everything that's happened, he was their leader. But I guess the ones who are the most hurt are Hijikata and them because they're the ones who were with him the longest, and probably hoped that it wouldn't come to this. The good thing about it is that Serizawa knew what they were planning and decided to go down with a fight. It felt like, he had already accepted his fate tbh.

Seeing Okita show his illness enough that he actually needed Suzuka to carry him was quite saddening. He's so cool as the swordsman who always smiles as he fights, so it's depressing to see this happen to his body. Wow, that Tosa samurai was so disgusting to kill a child just because he called him out for being less respectable than Yamanami. I feel so sorry for Yamanami, he wanted to teach the kids how to write and wield a sword, and yet this happens because they like Yamanami and want to stand up for him. Like yeah, I can understand why the Tosa samurai dislike the Shinsengumi, but killing innocent children over something like this? Ridiculous. The lead up to Yamanami's death was really heartwrenching and painful. After realising the truth, there was no way he could let go of his desire and responsibility towards killing that Tosa samurai for killing an innocent child. I honestly wish he could be more dirty and assassinate him or something, but considering the person Yamanami was, and how he wanted the samurai to understand what he's being killed for, of course he would challenge him to a duel and kill him in that way. But there's no way the Tosa samurai will let go of this, and even Yamanami himself couldn't live with the idea that he ended up using his blade when it went against his principles of trying to find a peaceful resolution without killing. Yamanami committing seppuku really just broke my heart and I just can't help but cry along with Suzuka because he was a good guy, and he could have been a great teacher to the other children. It's just so sad all around, and I just don't know how to feel, because yes this was the path Yamanami chose, and he had the conviction to go through with it, but like Kondo and all those children, I just really didn't want Yamanami to die like that.

Lolll at the event with Inoue where you make him take Suzuka to Gion so she can get used to it, and he ends up realising that this form of relaxation actually isn't as bad as it seems, and now he can see why everyone enjoys it hahahah, Suzuka "corrupted" him🤣 I think it's really sweet of Suzuka to try and give Okita another perspective towards "killing people" since he views it more as a "game" where he just kinda does it because he does, and kills them because that's how it is rather than understanding that what he's taking from them is their life. I also thought it was sweet of Okita to honestly tell her that he doesn't really understand but he would seriously think about it. Wow, I didn't expect Suzuka to get in the way of Okita killing a Ronin, she really could have died since he didn't expect it. Maybe it'll help him realise what it means to lose one's life through this though, but it kinda felt traumatising for him, so I don't want to say it was a good thing haha. LMAO at Suzuka thinking that something terrible will happen or he'll transform if Yamazaki takes off his clothes🤣🤣 I'm glad Matsumoto (the famous doctor) actually asked Suzuka if any of the guys tried anything untoward to her, and addressed how she is the only woman here after all. Guess it's nice to know that Hijikata's rage is enough to deter these guys from trying anything, and that he would make them commit seppuku for it is definitely the best way for them to understand that they better keep to themselves and not touch her or they're dead.

I'm glad Suzuka finally realised Okita's situation and got the chance to talk to him. As expected, he's been confronted with the vision of her when he fights others, so he's always worried that he's actually hurting her. It was resolved pretty easily with a rather random confession from both of them imo, but I am happy for them haha. I guess not for long because Okita's tuberculosis is worse than they thought. It's always sad to see Okita get so sick (in every game variation of him), but I'm glad he got to see Kondo become a hatamoto and celebrate with them. I love how much everyone cares about Okita and I love how much Okita wants to be with the guys like Hijikata and Kondo who he came from the same dojo with, it's so sweet to see how happy he is seeing their efforts recognised. Honestly, seeing Okita bedridden breaks my heart, especially since he needs Suzuka to shower/wipe him. I can't imagine how agonising it must be, but I'm glad that Suzuka told him to think about if their positions were reversed, and he understood that he would do the same for her if she needed it. Saitani being Sakamoto Ryoma was expected I guess. Just sad to see him die and have the Shinsengumi blamed for it when he purposely didn't say anything to prevent any more strife between the groups. The Shinsengumi killing Ito and then having to kill the rest of the Goryo-eji because they wanted revenge always breaks my heart, it's just so hard to stomach all the bloodshed, the loss of good people and Heisuke who was so young, it is probably true that the Satsuma orchestrated the whole thing to make them kill each other and they probably intercepted the order to tell the others to not kill Ito or he put traitors in there to do it under the Shinsengumi name. Omg it's actually kinda crazy how well Ishida Akira shows through his voice how exhausted and weak Okita has become, it's so depressing hearing him try so hard to speak.

Okita and Suzuka trying out the steam bath (that's good for tuberculosis apparently?) together was so sweet. I couldn't stop my tears when Suzuka asked Okita why he didn't defend himself, and Okita said, in his mind, he already had his sword ready in his hands but when he looked, he realised that in reality he hadn't moved at all. I'm glad that at least in the end, Okita was able to wield his sword just one more time, but I'm still devastated over how much he had to suffer and wallow in helplessness before he passed. He was so strong, and yet he became so physically weak, it's always so heartbreaking to watch that when it comes to his life. My heart really hurts. Omg I didn't expect Suzuka to have Okita's child! That was surprising! I'm glad even though it was random lol. I think I liked how Suzuka ended up going back to Kondo's dojo to teach there and take care of their child, it suits her, and Okita was supposed to take over the sword style, so it's fitting for her to be there to kinda continue Okita's life for him since he wasn't able to.

Overall, Okita's story was sad. The game definitely isn't romance-focused, and I expected that but I think I got even less romance than I thought haha! It's not too bad though because I felt like Okita and Suzuka had a nice respectful relationship where she was able to share his burdens and his remaining life together happily with him. I also liked the confession and thought the idea of Okita realising what it really means to cut someone down when he hurt Suzuka was interesting. Seeing the other guys die throughout the story also made me curious how their stories will work out and I think it's a pretty refreshing take to kinda witness their deaths throughout history. Anyway, I really felt Okita's pain and helplessness throughout this route as his health deteriorated and I think that was portrayed very well for how short their story actually was imo.

#bakumatsu renka shinsengumi

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