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when the doctor was confronted about religion and beliefs and he said that out of everything hes seen, all the impossible places hes been and unthinkable creatures hes been witness to, of all the literal gods and demons and things of nightmares hes met, if there is one thing he believes in its rose tyler. yeah
#he said#sure gods cool but have u considered:#my girlfriend#he was so real for this#like yeah rose tyler is religious to me too#meeting god like ok now wheres rose tyler…..#if he doesnt come face to face with the real satan and tell him the only thing he believes in is me#i dont want him????#rose tyler#tenrose#doctor who#tenth doctor#timepetals
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Satan & Violins
I share a lot of similarities with Satan, even when before they canonized something about him; one of them being violinist!Satan😭 In spite of me having a mini identity crisis following the drop of his canon violinist card, i think it makes sense! heres why.
Disclaimer!
1. I have not picked up an instrument in years
2. This is purely bcuz my brain is so busy thinking abt Satan so its kinda rambly. . Pls bare w me T_T
3. THIS IS LONG IM SO SORRY
4. Not too used to tumblr writing just yet sorry if it's messy
(Uploaded on my twitter aswell :D)
The violin and its family, unlike other string instruments (ex. the guitar), doesnt have these little things (that i forgor the name of because im a bad musician) that separates every note. those little separating thingies are the reason why people who dont know shit about playing a key on guitar but memorize musical scales (me) is at least able to strum a simple one octave melody.
Obviously, the two come in with their one difficulty (i prefer the violin myself), but it's a little bit harder to pull that trick with the violin. As you can see, theres not exactly something to tell you where each note begins or where they end. Nothing to determine where is where. You simply have to memorize the placement and the distance between each note. You basically play the violin with Your Gut (1). We'll keep this in mind for now.
Moving on, let's talk about body posture.
Beginner violinist usually directlty face towards the strings when playing, as they aren't used to letting their 'gut' lead the show. However, more experienced players would find no need to do so. A quick glance at Satan's art could tell us he was at least above beginner level to be brave enough to face (us) instead.
When you're not facing your violin, you would usually lean your head towards it, resulting in your ear becoming the closest thing to it- here's a real life example:
Now, if there was anything my teacher warned me before starting violin, is that even without having your ear be the closest thing to it, the strings are already LOUD😭 so its even louder when you alr have ur ear on it. The violin is considered one of the most emotional instruments ever, their lower sound resemble what we use to express sadness in speech. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, you as a player are forced to feel what you're playing. Thus is also why you play the violin with Your Heart (2).
So, how does this tie into Satan? It's no secret that our handsome man is incredibly romantic, and to me if he ever wants to express something to us and making sure the message is clearly received, the equally emotional violin is his best bet! The violin allows Satan to play heartwrenching notes that would quickly be felt by the listener.
Lets get technical.
There's still another side of the violin, as there is another side to Satan. The way you stroke your bow matters, the way you angle it so you'll only hit the notes you want. (thankfully if you mess up, the violin is made to still sound graceful😂). Satan too, is quite the detail oriented person. He is tactical, analytical, observant, a man obsessed with striving to be the perfect one, etc etc. The need of preciseness of the violin is definitely right up his alley. The way you need everything to be correct to be rewarded for a beautiful sound. Idk exactly where I'm going with this but it's basically intelligence meets emotion kinda thing, do you see it too?!?!
In conclusion, the violin is a wonderful instrument that both requires great attention to detail yet is also incredibly emotional and heartfelt, an instrument that requires your gut and heart guide your play without abandoning technique. Satan, the incredibly smart yet fluffy softie, is quite literally made for this and I LOVE HIM for that RAAAAAAHHHH. im normal.
THATS IT RLLY im soooo sorry if it's incredibly messy please have a sugarry picture <3 ily
#obey me satan#satan obey me#yes i like omori how did you know#thinking abt me and satan covering duet mghhhnnnhhhh#STAN SATAN OUR MULTI TALENTED KING FOR CLEAR SKIN#rambling a bit#obey me#obey me nightbringer
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This is the first time I've made something for my own MC. "Dear Love" refers to my IRL partner, whom I pretend to write to about my adventures in the Devildom.
I play the game as everyone's platonic friend. I am asexual and enjoy Queer Platonic Relationships for myself. I also play matchmaker in my own Devildom universe.
My attributes: average height. Black hair styled with a medium hold matte pomade. Brown eyes. Beauty mark under my nose. Dimple on one side of my face.
Clothing: Prefer formal wear over casual. Suspenders over belts. Monochromatic colours or loud ostentatious patterns, no in-between. Comfy dress shoes in black or brown but open to other colours to match outfits; I'm wearing leather monkstrap shoes in the picture. Metal accents like tie clips are crucial. Got laser eye surgery but sometimes wears fake glasses to feel something on my face. Satchel contains good pens, quality paper, and workstation. Fitbit on my wrist to count every step I take to solve the problems of the day.
Personality: wry and dry humour. Workaholic. Lifelong learner. The Parent Friend. Always happy to help. Frontline tendencies.
Skills: technical writing, sewing and clothing construction, trades and mechanics, hair cutting, musician (piano and guitar), singer and actor (theatre), novelist, artist
Likes: obtaining new skills and making new friends. Justice. Equity.
Dislikes: misunderstandings, situations that could have been handled effectively but weren't. Unclear communication.
Occupation before I got Isekai'd: Director of Operations
Character I relate to the most: Lucifer
Character I would date if I was inclined: Diavolo, because he reminds me of my actual partner.
The reason I ship DiaLuci so hard: I love my partner the most and this is a mirror to that, right down to situations and actual conversations we have had in real life. The narrative potential. Other reasons.
My MC and OM Characters in my Devildom:
Lucifer: would smugly tell me that I've used a comma splice and I'd tell him to "shove a semi-colon in it". He's my bestest friend in the entire Devildom. We go to cafes and bookstores and go shopping for office supplies. I tell him to stop working so hard and he stares at me like "You're the one telling me this? The audacity." I needle him about his crush and he tells me to fuck off but his face is red.
Mammon: my other bestie but in a wildly different way. He brings out the shit-disturber in me. We play billiards together and play for treats. I disapprove of his gambling but am all-in on the shopping. He takes me out to all the best food places. "Try this, Beckett, you'll really love it." Meanwhile it's some sort of Devildom Atrocity, but somehow it's still good.
Levi: my nerd friend. I bring him offerings and leave them outside his door. We play games often with Mammon and I kick their butts at fighting games, but get wrecked when I have to make choices. We stay up hellishly late and I wake up with chocolate on my face. "Lets do this again: ive got the hottest new dating sim to try!" We are both groggy and destroyed and i have to go to work, but I agree to come back tonight.
Asmo: my favourite boy toy. He's stylish as hell and knows what looks good on anybody. Hes my personal stylist. I cut his hair in exchange. Just like with Mammon I go shopping with Asmo, except he knows all the good places for clothing and knows where all the thrift stores are. "It doesnt have to be new and expensive to look good honey!" I agree. I cuddle with Asmo the most because he loves touch.
Satan: my boy thirsts for knowledge and I do too. We skill-trade and fan over cats. Unfortunately I'm very allergic, but I appreciate them from afar and draw cats for him to hang in his book-filled room. "Do you want to come to the cat Cafe with me?" Oh Satan. He's his father's son alright, but he's just as much of a shit disturber as Mammon. He teaches me fun curses to use on people but I'm content with just knowing it.
Beel: when I'm tired Beel carries me back home and talks about the science behind calories and energy retention in relation to demonic body types. He enjoys cooking and I love testing recipes on him, but I have to swat him away from eating it before it's done. We do exercises together and buff up together. "I can almost see your six pack, haha".
Belphie: he's my sleepy boy. He can be irrational sometimes but I put a blanket over his head to shake him out of it and he snuggles closer. I play him songs on piano and guitar and sing him to sleep, but then I also end up quite sleepy. He's like a son to me and I lecture him often. I try to keep him and Satan from screwing with Lucifer too much. I'm a double agent in the anti Lucifer league lol
Diavolo: i enjoy it when he regales me with Devildom laws, traditions and customs. He speaks of how the executive branch and legislative branch operates in the context of his kingdom and I suggest to strengthen certain areas of his constitution to bring his vision of equity and interrealm relations to the forefront. I am also a shit disturber and needle him about his crush. "You are asking beyond your means, Beckett. Forgive me if I don't answer." Hm... yes, of course. Sorry.
Barbatos: I learn how to be the most efficient I can be from someone who is the most efficient. He is skilled in everything and I must learn from the best. I'm his best student and I'm a teachers pet so i love to hear it. He's been and seen everything and he is an excellent linguist. He is poetry personified in the every day. "Don't let Solomon ruin you too much." I won't!
Solomon: I use my knowledge of mechanics and trades and recontextualise it to be an artificier and create magical items. He is also one to bring out the shit disturber in me and I have almost become Thirteen just from the incidentally nonsense stuff I make. "Oh that's an interesting effect. I wonder what will happen if I give this to Barbatos". Solomon, dude. Do you want to get murdered. Is that what you're into.
Simeon: he is my sweetest and chillest boy. My bestie to talk about justice and relationality with. When I'm insecure and feel like people don't like me as much as they do, he reassures me and tells me stories of his own relationships. "There is nothing wrong with stepping back. Once you've regained your sense of self, you'll be able to pursue the path of friendship again and people will be ready to receive you."
Luke: he is like my son. I make sure he doesn't get nightmares because he seems to have a hard time acclimating to his demonic environment. He teaches me how to bake so that I can make some cakes that look like real inanimate objects and eat them in front of people, to their shock.
Mephisto: I am like Lucifer 2.0. He doesn't really like me but I have no hard feelings toward him.
Thirteen: my Bae. She's a delight but I have to make sure her shenanigans don't cause too much damage in the area or accidentally kill me. I would date her after Diavolo if I was inclined to do that.
I hope you enjoyed seeing my experience and interpretation of the game from my point of view. Everyone's MC journey is very personal to them and I do not believe there is a wrong way to enjoy the game. Thank you for reading. :)
#obey me dialuci#dialuci#obey me male mc#obey me main character#obey me shall we date#otome asexual#Obey me asexual player
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Because it’s spooky month, here’s a spooky/at least creepy request!
How would the Brothers react to an enigmatic!Not related to Lilith!MC?
Like MC isn’t human but at the same time it’s hard to not believe it yet you can feel the vibes from them. There’s also no history or any information that can be traced back to MC. They have no family, their name is fake yet they never tell anyone their real name, their dna isn’t human; so it’s sorta like they’re just…there. As if they just appeared in existence at random and they’re just adapting wherever they are.
MC is very vague about their past or what kind of inhuman they are (for the sake of messing with everyone) but there’s something very unnerving about whatever dark secrets lies behind MC’s kind face especially since they have an “intimidating” presence that makes even other demons skittish around them. They also choose to not show their abilities since they allowed a lot of things to happen since they were bored (getting killed by Belphie even though they saw it coming, Lucifer trying to kill them but they just enjoy seeing him lose his cool at times, Levi going berserk was amusing to them etc.).
Because Lord knows what really would’ve happened if they actually chose to do damage and it’s best no one provokes them to the point of doing so.
This one took a good second to read for me xdd, also sorry for it being short
BROTHERS REACT TO NON-HUMAN MC
Idk what to put as gif
💙LUCIFER
- he could inmediately tell something wasnt right the moment he checked with detail your info during the process of selecting a human for the program
- the unnerving feeling got worse the moment you arrived in the devildom, even diavolo looked at him and did some movement with his hands to ask if this was a human
- he hates everything even more when you dont seem to be afraid when he tried to kill you, its like youre trying to piss him off
- asks himself constantly if he messed up or not cause you just give him bad vibes, but he also feels like its too late to do anything about for the program
💛MAMMON
- you definetely gave him chills the first time he saw you and when he was assigned to be your guardian
- protests even more anout making a pact with you and, by the looks of it, mightve actually gotten away with it if it werent because of what lead to him doing so
- something isnt ok with you and if he can avoid being in a room alone with you for too long then he will
🧡LEVIATHAN
- didnt notice something wasnt ok with you until after he did a pact with you, yeah thw bad vibes were there but he was convinced he was just overthinking
- is so confused as to whether youre human or not because you are just too creepy
- watches animes with plots related to off-puting humand to see what he can do, also does some research about not humans to try to figure out what to do
💚SATAN
- could also tell right of the bat that you werent entirely human, he has read enough about spooky creatures to recognize them
- is trying his best to figure out more about your history and just what you are exactly, he isnt going to be happy however with the lack of information he finds about you, and of course you wont tell him
- he cant just ask you for help, you wont tell him anything, its time to play the roll of some of his favorite characters and start to play detective
💖ASMODEUS
- tries to play it off as just him not knowing you better but there is still that one tiny pain in his guts that tells him that something isnt right
- offers to give you a makeover, tries to get to know you better, etc; but his feelings dont change much for better, you look human but arent human
- if any of his brothers need an excuse to avoid you then they can count of him for help, because he understands why they'd wanna avoid you
❤BEELZEBUB
- it could just be him overthinking.. or you could actually not be human
- he wants to get along with you but there is something about you that doesnt sit right with him
- doesnt help at all the part where you dont seem afraid at all when lucifer tries to kill you nor when you dont seem faced about seeing your dead body after belphie killed you
- at least youre a good person right?
💜BELPHEGOR
- didnt notice those vibes until he was freed and was killing you
- something about it didnt felt satisfying for him, you didnt bother to fight nor did you beg for help, nothing, it just felt weird
- will try to use his powers to visit you in your sleep to know better just what you are, he regrets doing so and might lose sleep for the next couple of days afterwards
- continuosly asks himself how you are still here in the devildom, everyone else can tell you are sus, so why are you still here??
#obey me#obey mammon#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me headcanons#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mc#obey me satan#obey me belphegor#non human
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Hi! Ok, I know I already asked for this type of thing once, but I hope it's alright if I request the brothers and a suicidal s/o? It's completely ok if not, I can think of something else. Thank you very much!
I avoided this for a minute because ya know, the topic, but I feel like it needs to be addressed since so many people lately have been down.
First and Foremost, if you or someone you know is experiencing these thoughts and or has attempted, please reach out for help. There are better days to come and life does get easier. The National s*icide prevention hotline for the U.S. is: 1-800-273-8255. Most of my followers are from the U.S., but if you are not from the U.S., please reach out to your respective hotline/people.
Warning: mentions of s*icide, mentions of self harm, intense reactions
THE BROTHERS to a s*icidal MC
Lucifer:
He didn't know what to do; for days youve seemed so helpless, so empty. He watched you move through the days without any real reaction to anything, just gloomy eyes and a tired body moving along the halls. He tried reaching out and he really didn't want to push it, but he was tired of the "im fine" when he knew you were not. So he sits you down and he forces you to speak; you can break down against him, he will hold you close. He will help you through it. Believe in yourself a little more.
Mammon:
He knew something was off the minute you got mad that he always popped into your room unannounced and he knew you were hiding something too. Imagine the shock he had to find goodbye letters and pills all prepared. Of course he confronted you, yelling until both you and him broke down into a crying mess. He reached out for you, pulling you almost too tightly against him; how can you dare think of leaving when he hasn't even had the chance to really meet you yet? When he just worked up the courage to accept his feelings; to love you.
Leviathan:
It started when you only wanted to wear long sleeves, when you stopped cuddling up to him, and when you didn't laugh with him anymore. At first, he thought he did something wrong; who wants a yucky otaku anyway. But he noticed you did the same with everyone and he got concerned. He admits, he was a little too rough with you that day, forcing your sleeves up your arms to see fresh cuts as shock took over. No, no,no ! Why would you do that!? You cant just... Give up! Who do you think you are! Hes mad, hurt, confused. Why dont you reach out for help? He can help you! He wants to help you!
Satan:
He was tough, he admits. And he lost his cool toward you on more than one occasion, but he always made up with you. So why were you avoiding him now? Were you mad at him again? He shouted, he admits. Until you broke down and explained yourself. And then? Silence. He didn't know what to do, he didn't have any words of knowledge to help you expect that you need to seek help. Right now. He will force you to go see a specialist; hell he'll even become a specialist. But you need help. This is not the way out.
Asmodeus:
Imagine the look of sheer terror on his face as you admit to him how you truly think. How you truly feel. Does he not love you enough? Does he love you too much? Is it not him at all? Darling, why do you listen to useless people and thoughts? Trust in him when he tells you youre amazing, when he tells you he loves you. Because he does, and he won't stop until you love yourself too. Until you see the wonderful being you are, that everyone else sees too.
Beelzebub:
He noticed, of course. Your change in demeanor and the way you didnt laugh with him anymore. He was the first to confront you too, picking up on your sadness like he does so often. You can't be serious in attempting or even thinking of doing such things; why? He starts to get angry, not at you of course, but maybe a little. So what, life gets tough and you give up? Absolutely not. Unacceptable. There's ways out and ways to help that doesnt involve any of that bs and by God he will force you to find one.
Belphegor:
He found you on the roof one night, thinking that you were just sitting there like he so often does; wrong. Upon realizing that you had other intentions, he couldn't help himself and slapped you. Granted, he apologized, but he was just so furious at your words and how ridiculous you are for thinking of doing such things when you could just ask for help! They would get you help, he would get you help. He cant just have another person leave his life without him having the chance to fix it!
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me scenarios#asmodeus obey me#obey me lucifer#mammon obey me#leviathan obey me#obey me satan#beelzebub obey me#belphegor obey me#tw depression#tw suicice#tw
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Skin marks of the obey me! Characters (like freckles, moles, scars etc.)
Yeah, this is cause i have skin marks but i never thought of them as imperfections, without them i wouldnt be me, one very specific mark on my left hand is the only reason i know my left form my right. Some skin marks, like moles and birthmarks are beautiful but make people feel insecure, even when they shouldnt. And i feel, the best part of meeting someone is seeing those little “imperfections” that make them unique.
Lucifer
I dont have to say this again, he has scars on his back and neck.
He used to be self conscious because of the origins but he has grown to like them.
Thats lowkey cause he heard that someone felt scars tell incredible stories.
Still rather not show them, thats why he never takes his shirt of.
Also stress related acne on his chest and back, which he keeps touching!!, LUCIFER STOP.
Mammon
He has some very small scars on his hands, because he does a lot of things and tends to be careless
He also has moles on his scalp, hands (on his left hand he has one near his middle finger nail, other in the base of his ring finger and on his right hand he has one on his wrist) and on the back of his left ear.
They are tiny and not noticable and he doesn’t care about them.
He also has one (1) scar on his leg that has been there since forever and there is no one that knows where it comes from.
Leviathan
Freckles.
Not normal sun freckles either but oddly colored freckles. Like fish freckles.
Hated them, but has learned to accept them.
On good days, but he does feel down cause of the sometimes.
Do kiss each freckles until he learns to love them, yes.
He also has various swimming related rashes at times. He complains about them ALL the time and he actually tries to take precautions against them.
Oh, and acne scars, obvs.
Satan
Cafe au lait spots on his arms (yes, i am only saying this cause i have them, leave me alone)
He also has a very big birth mark on his back which he used to hate cause it reminded him of his dad Lucifer.
Now he owns it, and no one even thinks of making fun of him, cause it looks amazing.
Also, he has a very long scar across his back, nearly following his spine, this is due to his demon form tail. Unlike lucifer, he never had a problem with this scar, he sees them as a sign of his true nature, which he no longer denies. He’s grown so much, i love ‘im.
Asmo
He actually does not have any freckles or moles or even scars.
He takes upmost care of his skin and even then his skin is smooth.
He has a tiny heart near his right eye, its pink and no one knows what it is. But it’s cute, and it fits his ✨ aesthetic ✨
He does have dimples.
He loves them, they got him so many compliments when he was little. And still do,haha
Beelzebub
Bug bites, so many bug bites.
Also a lot of scars, because he does a lot of physical work. All of them shallow too, he doesnt even notice when he has new ones.
And strech marks, his back is very broad beacuse of his muscles.
He a strong man, yall, he got strech marks,
On the human world, he got a tans quite fast. A week and he has a farmer’s tan.
Belphegor
Three moles near his left eyes. (Which i always forget to draw oops)
Eye bags, like deep eye bags.
Little bastard has a real smooth skin due to the amount of time he sleeps.
He is awfully pale and you can see the blue of his veins through it.
And he has those cow marks on his back and chest, tho sometimes the are lighter than other times.
Gets freckles easily when under the sun. He “hates” them 🙄 he actually likes them but doesn’t want to admit it.
Diavolo
Like Beel, he has strech marks on his back.
i don’t remember why, or who but someone planted this idea and i just, i just know that he used to have a tail and now he has a scar in its place.
Two moles on his neck, tried to make a vampire joke but they to far apart.
Also, other moles on his forearms, try connecting them like little dots, it’s cute AND fun.
Barbatos
I cant think of him having any marks, freckles or moles, really.
He takes care of his skin and he is really careful about not hurting himself.
He does have blisters on his fingers sometimes, but thats about it.
Solomon
Being immortal doesnt mean he’s invulnerable, so he has a lot of scars throught his body.
They are covered by tattos so you have to focus to see them.
More moles on his torso and arms that you can count.
Used to have a birth mark but it faded and never came back.
Simeon
Sun kissed freckles all over his face, arms, shoulders, anywhere where the sun hits.
They say each freckle is a kiss of an angel, so let’s just say he is very loved.
Man has impossibly smooth skin, he has no acne whatsoever.
Has some tiny moles on the back of his shoulders, 5 to be exact.
Luke
Again, sun kissed freckles.
Other than that, he has a smooth and clear skin without much moles and whatnot.
He does have one on the base of his skull but it’s covered by his hair.
#obey me leviathan#omswd levi#obey me belphegor#omswd belphie#obey me satan#omswd satan#Obey me beelzebub#omswd beel#obey me lucifer#omswd lucifer#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#obey me luke#obey me simeon#omswd solomon#omswd barbatos#omswd diavolo#omswd luke#omswd simeon#obey me!#obey me#obey me shall we date
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under the mistletoe with you (todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, kaminari, kirishima, shinsou, dabi)
A/N: just some christmas headcanons with the best boys :) i hope you like it!!! also, merry christmas eve haha!!
warnings: language, mentions of the greased weasel tango
summary: you do whatever you can to get under the mistletoe with the above mentioned characters, even if it means strategically placing it all over the place just to make it happen
shouto todoroki
he was honestly completely oblivious as to what you were trying to do
such a sweet, innocent boy
he was very confused by your odd requests to go to this place instead of that one (even when they led to the same destination???)
but he followed anyway to appease you
which meant that getting him under the mistletoe was very simple
but getting him to understand was a different story
he wasnt very exposed to love between two people (*cough* endeavor you piece of shit *cough*)
so he wasnt very... knowledged in the art of christmas traditions, to say the least
the two of you walked under the mistletoe
you literally stop abruptly and turn around to face him
todoroki: ????????? what???????
you grin at him with that all too familiar glint in your eyes before you point upwards
he looks up and raises his eyebrow
like um... what do you want
but when you wrap your arms around his neck and get on your tippy toes
he starts to realise what you want
he gives you that FUCKING ADORABLE LITTLE SMILE OF HIS UGH
and you smile right back before you lean in and kiss him
he can’t help but smile against your lips because he loves you and its beautiful :((
his hands would be on your hips
everything feels perfect because you are with him
katsuki bakugou
(this is not mine but i wish i was this talented honestly)
he doesnt listen to a word you say
literally he has zero obedience of any kind
but mostly, it’s because he knows exactly what youre up to
all those mischievous grins? all those bribes to go into the kitchen? he doesnt buy it for one second
nice try bucko, but hes not giving you what you want
even tho lowkey??? he wants it too
but he wouldnt admit that
because hes a stubborn bitch
but damn, you do look adorable in your christmas pajamas
honestly, for him it’s become a test of self-restraint
but he seemed to have underestimated how smart you really are
you saw him going through the hallway back to the living room and you bolted
you had, unbeknownst to him, placed multiple mistletoe around the house
you’d caught him by surprised so he had stopped in his tracks when he saw you rush past him
you realise you may have ran too fast, because hes not under the mistletoe; you are
he chuckles before walking to you, grabbing your hips, and pulling you to him
he finally gave in and kissed you
you ran your fingers through his hair while he deepend the kiss
all in all, it got pretty heated
but even though hes kinda mean to you
and a little rough when it comes to affection (not that we mind right?)
youre his princess 🥺
hes even sure to tell you that because um??? you deserve the WORLD
yeah he loves you
a lot
izuku midoriya
THIS BOY
hes so WHOLESOME
he wants to make you the happiest person in the WORLD
literally ask him to do anything and he will
hes so whipped for you its not even funny
“izuku? baby, come here!”
he’s up in seconds, no joke
he’s right by your side, mostly because he thought you were hurt
but then he sees your gorgeous smile and hes confused
of course, him being the subby baby that he is, does not initiate kisses normally (emphasis on normally)
so without hesitation, you grab his shirt and smash your lips against his
again, hes confused as HELL??? but hes not complaining
“what was that for, y/n?”
you give him the most innocent look and he doesnt believe it for a MINUTE
YOU ARE LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF SATAN
but that’s beside the point
you smile and point up to the mistletoe above your heads
he smiles and kisses you one more time (initiation? only sometimes)
“you’re so cute.”
and of course, because you have no self control, you kiss him O N E more time
because hes just too cute
and honestly theres no one you’d rather spend your christmas with
denki kaminari
okay, PLOT TWIST
hes the one trying to kiss YOU
but without his knowledge, you too are trying to kiss him
but you both have two different plans LMAO
“denki baby, come outside with me!”
“okay but consider this: what if you came to the bedroom with me?”
“but... outside?”
“but i wanna show you something!”
literally it’s just you two arguing about who should go where with the other
and both of you happen to be too dense to realise the intentions of the other
but you being the evil son of a bitch you are, you do whatever to get your way
even if that means... bribing denki 😏
“denki i’ll leave your ass, come with me.”
the romance is alive
but he follows you because??? are you joking or not??? he cant FUCKING TELL
you stop in the doorway and look at him
then it hits him
he beams at you and gives you the sweetest kiss
his kisses taste like sunshine
you melt immediately, a tingling feeling spreading from your toes to your fingers
you love this crackhead so much
but youre also a crackhead
like you both radiate MASSIVE crackhead energy
but theres nothing quite like being mentally unstable with the person you love
eijirou kirishima
hes kind of like midoriya?
wants to make you the happiest
but like hes not quite as subby
more of a switch honestly but thats not important
basically, you tell him to come with you
he does it
no questions asked
you grin and jump up to wrap your legs around his waist
he reacts immediately, placing his hands under your thighs to hold you up
you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you kiss him
bro this boy has it BAD for you
how did he get so lucky???
youre so perfect???
marry him rn tbh
hitoshi shinsou
this sarcastic son of a bitch can take me
but anyway, he’s a great time really
he’s like the perfect mixture of good, affectionate boyfriend and funny, sarcastic, playful boyfriend
but hes not whipped
you tell him to do something?
“yeah? or what, kitten?”
honestly you want to kill him
but restraint and patience is the key to a healthy and good life
in other words, you dont really have a healthy and good life
just kidding
sort of
but anyway
“hitoshi, darling, you know i love you, right?
“what the fuck do you want?”
his suspicions are REAL
there is NO TRUST WHEN IT COMES TO YOU
you fucking psycho
no but anyway, getting him under the mistletoe is unsuccessful
but you do get kisses from him
he doesnt even need to use his quirk to persuade you into sitting on his lap
youre there in a heartbeat
he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses before he gets to your lips
and with each kiss, you feel your skin tingle and your cheeks burn
he had your whole heart
this smug bitch knew it too
and he used that fact to his advantage, but he’d be lying if he said you didnt have his heart too
hes a little bitch but you love him
dabi
HE IS THE BIGGEST BITCH OUT THERE
but good GOD is he hot
anyway
yeah he goes under the mistletoe with you pretty willingly
probably because he thinks hes gonna get some
but???
today is the day of JESUS
and he needs to read a fucking bible first of all
he still genuinely loves you though
“dabi, come under the mistletoe with me!”
“why? can’t you just come here and kiss me? my lap is much more comfortable, if you really think about it.”
you roll your eyes at that
“but it’s tradition! come on babe, please?”
he sighed
really loudly
as if you asked him to do the most BORING thing in the world
but he got up and came over to you
he pushed you up against the doorframe and kissed you without any warning
your hands rested on his chest as you kissed back, trying to put more force in
he had no problem overpowering you though
he’s a fucking DOM and theres no argument in that
massive dick energy 😎
what was supposed to be a slow and sweet kiss QUICKLY got heated and sloppy
he moved from your lips to your jaw and neck
you were a panting mess
and then he hit that s p e c i a l spot on your neck
and man it was over
you were not going to get out of this one
you were going to have a l o n g night
not that that was much of a problem
you loved him just as much as he loved you
spending the night committing the sinful dance of frickle frackle with him would be magical
lmfao jk this is a strictly christian blog, there’ll be no frick or frack on this HOLY DAY OF GOD
#kirishima x reader#kaminari x reader#bakugou x reader#dabi x reader#midoriya x reader#shinsou x reader#todoroki x reader#bnha#bnha hcs#anime#x reader#hcs#x you
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secrets (2/2) izzy stradlin x reader
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part 1 part 2
tour is over, its been about two months since it ended. you all are finally back to your own places in LA and youve been back and forth with izzy ever since, spending much more time with him as well as all the gnr guys. the aftermath finally caught up with you though.
song: forgive me mother by the relentless
tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse
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"hey mike can i ask you a question?"
i looked over at duff who wasnt really paying attention. i was hoping if i used his real name he would understand i had something important to say. it didnt. he kept moving his fingers against his bass, strumming it and nodding his head back and forth.
"mikey?"
i asked again but still nothing.
"Micheal!"
i practically yelled and he looked up at me shocked.
"jeez y/n cant you see im busy? what?"
i huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, sinking further into the couch.
"i have a question."
he looked over at me like 'really?'
"okay?"
he said unamused.
"do you think im a good person?"
i said a little shy. he drew his brows together before setting his bass down.
"of course, youre like a sister to me."
he said and i shook my head.
"thats not what i meant."
he looked at me a little concerned.
"wheres all this coming from?"
he asked, sitting back and really looking at me. i shrugged.
"i have a secret that i really want to tell you but im scared."
he placed his hand gently on my thigh, squeezing it.
"you know you can talk to me about anything but if its to much you dont have to."
i nodded.
"duffy i-"
i closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. then the front door swung open, snatching my attention. iz and axl both walked in, izzy sending me a weird look noticing duffs hand still on my leg. they both walked down the hallway away from us.
"ill tell you later."
i said, standing and walking to the kitchen.
"okay."
he said softly, watching me leave. i stepped behind the wall for a second and took a deep breath, hearing him strum his bass again. if i couldnt even tell duff, how the hell was i supposed to talk to izzy about this. i walked slowly to the fridge and looked in it, frowning.
"god, do we have anything here other than alcohol?"
i complained, slamming the door shut.
"its never been a problem before."
izzy said sternly, making me jump as he watched me from across the room sipping his beer. i hadnt really noticed him there when i walked in and was wondering if he had really been there that long. i could have swore he went to the back room with axl. i shook my head of the thought and sat down at the table.
"maybe i want something different for once. is that a problem?"
i asked, picking at the doily under the napkin holder. he shrugged and sat across from me, crossing one leg over the other.
"i guess not."
he kind of snapped back. i frowned at him.
"you okay iz?"
he seemed a little off but then again maybe i was just projecting my own feelings onto him.
"yeah im great, why do you ask?"
he said a little coldly and i drew my brows, looking down at the table. i knew we were a secret and all but he didnt have to be mean about it. hed never been like this with me before.
"i dont know, you just seem a little mad."
i said softly, not wanting to actually anger him. he took a long sip of his beer.
"nope just ready to be alone i guess."
he sent me a knowing look and i immediately knew what he wanted. part of me wanted it to but i had more pressing matters to attend to. besides, duff and ax where still here and we wouldnt be able to get away with much, specially not the way he made me scream the last few times.
"alone doesnt sound like a bad idea."
i said back, noting the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he smirked at me, taking another drink.
"hey, slash called and we're gonna meet him and steven to eat, you two coming?"
duff said, poking his head into the kitchen.
"uh no im good, im not hungry."
i said looking over at him and he nodded.
"how bout you iz?"
he side nodded.
"no, ill stay here with y/n, we can go grab something later."
duff nodded once.
"okay."
he said disappearing behind the wall again. i thought for a second before standing and walking to the doorway, watching him and axl leave, waving goodbye before he closed the door. then i felt a looming behind me and it didnt take long for his hands to find their way to my hips.
"so, alone time..."
he said softly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into my neck. i sighed out as he began kissing there, his thumbs rubbing circles into my sides. then, without warning he spun me around and connected our lips, kissing me deeply. i wrapped my one arm around his shoulders before remembering what i really needed to do and pushed him away.
"wait."
i breathed and he moved in for another kiss.
"i said wait."
i smiled at him, free hand firmly against his chest.
"c'mon, i missed you."
he protested kissing my cheek a few times, slowly moving to my neck.
"i have something to tell you first."
he hummed against me, his hands making their way to my ass and sliding into my back jean pockets. my eyes went wide as he looked at me a little confused, pulling what was in there out. my heart rate increased as he looked down at it with his brows furrowed.
"surprise?"
i said carefully, trying to study him. he just stared at it for a second, not letting me go.
"wait, y/n what is this?"
he looked up at me. i cleared my throat, feeling his hand remove itself from my waist as he held the picture with both hands now.
"what does it look like?"
he looked down at it again then back up at me and his face fell.
"this isnt what i think it is right? you arent?"
i scratched the back of my neck nervously.
"it is, and i am."
his mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish. his hand found its way into his hair, his eyes getting wide as he stumbled back.
"wait."
he said shaking his head.
"i need to process this for a second."
i sent him an odd look.
"izzy are you okay?"
he shook his head no and went back to the table, sitting down and staring at the photo.
"youre... pregnant."
he said slowly. i walked to him and placed my hand gently on his shoulder.
"yep."
i said a little worried now.
"who's is it?"
he asked looking up at me. i sent him a look.
"do you really need to ask?"
he let out a staggered breath and looked back down at the photo sitting on the table.
"so it is mine."
he affirmed with himself and nodded a few times, very slowly. he turned his head back to me and of course my stomach was eye level with him. he looked up at me for a second before wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my stomach, never once breaking eye contact.
"i know ive never said it before cause we are so on the down low we are basically nonexistent but i love you. so much."
he said sincerely, standing up and placing his hands firmly at my back, pulling me closer to him. i smiled at him, tears stinging my eyes.
"i love you too Jeffrey."
i said softly, placing my hand against his cheek. he picked me up quickly and sat me on the table, leaning down and kissing me deeply.
"what the fuck?"
i heard and both our attention snapped to the kitchen doorway, duff standing there with a shocked expression on his face.
"i thought you were getting dinner with slash."
i said, eyes wide.
"i forgot my wallet. and hey! i thought you two were just friends!"
he torted back.
"not anymore."
izzy said, holding the picture of the sonogram up.
"im gonna be a dad."
he said endearingly, looking back down at me with a wide smile across his lips.
"youre pregnant?!"
duff practically screamed, walking into the kitchen and taking the picture from izzy. i nodded.
"thats what i wanted to tell you earlier."
he looked up at me, a distressed look on his face.
"my fake sister is pregnant with the child of my bands guitarist."
he said unbelievably, making me giggle.
"duffy its not a big deal."
he looked at me like i was crazy
"not a big deal? youre pregnant! this is life changing!"
"wait, y/n's pregnant?"
i heard slash say, the rest of the band coming into view behind him. i face palmed, making izzy laugh as duff moved to sit in the chair, looking over the sonogram again.
"alright, since everyone's here now, yes i am pregnant."
i said, looking over slash, axl, and steven as they walked into the kitchen. slash took the sonogram from duff and looked down at it, duffs fingers tangling in his messy blonde hair.
"who's the father?"
slash asked looking over at me, izzy still stood between my legs, looking smug as ever. he was still waiting for an answer though so i just pointed to iz.
"no."
he said, shocked.
"congrats."
steve said, walking over and half hugging me the best he could with izzy still in the way.
"thanks."
i said smiling at him. izzy faked hurt and frowned.
"hey, i had a part in this too."
he protested, axl coming over and slapping him on the back.
"oh we know. you dog!"
i laughed and hid my face in my hands.
"ya know, we were having a nice moment. what happened to you all getting dinner together?"
they all looked around at each other and shrugged.
"couldnt decide who would buy so we tried to pool together cash but duff left his wallet here. we came back to get it, he was taking too long so we came in to investigate why and now we all know the big news."
axl narrated.
"now i feel like you two have to come with us, as a celebration dinner."
slash said. i looked over at duff who still seemed like he was having a crisis.
"what do you say iz? celebratory 'we're expecting' dinner?"
he nodded, kissing me gently.
"id love that."
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Familiar pt.4
The next day you woke up with a pounding headache as you felt MJ passed out next to you. You smiled, glad to have such a good friend. You yawned and got up, rubbing your eyes. MJ was a heavy sleeper so when you tripped but caught yourself on the door, she just shuffled and went peacefully back to sleep. You sighed and walked to the kitchen, a hair a mess, makeup smudged and clothes wrinkly. When you entered the kitchen Tony and Steve were sitting at the island, talking about some plans. They both looked up to see you and Steve's face saddened as Tony's looked confused since he didnt know what happened last night. "Hey kiddo, you look lovely this morning- actually, make that evening" Tony said before you gave him a cold glare while opening the fridge to grab two muffins, one for MJ. Steve elbowed him and told him to shut his mouth for once. Tony pouted, even more confused now. "Its fine dad" you said, then looking at Tony "Peter cheated on me and so we broke up" you said, your voice getting more quiet while you spoke. Tony looked surprised. Peter? Cheating? ON YOU??? But Peter loved you and from what he last saw, he still had that some lovestruck look on his face. Tony nodded, apologizing and then heading to his office to call for him. Your dad got up and hugged you, saying you could miss school for today. You nodded and thanked him, pecking his cheek before walking back to your room where MJ was looking through her phone, waiting for you. You walked in and MJ looked up, asking how you were as you start down next to her and handed her a muffin. "Could be better" you responded, taking off the muffin wrap and then taking a bite. She snickered and then told you to clean up since she was gonna take you out and get your mind off Peter. You nodded and MJ just went back on her phone as you cleaned yourself up, wiping the make-up off and taking a shower. Once you came out MJ had stolen your hoodie and sweatpants and was waiting for you. When you came back she then walked with you to the kitchen, telling Steve her and you were gonna hang for a bit and he made an exception. As you walked out, the fresh air made your headache hurt less. "Let's go to that cafe you like, whatever the name of it is. Then we can go to the mall and walk around, maybe go to the arcade". You looked at her surprised since she never liked going to the mall, especially with you since you loved looking at clothes. You smiled and nodded. "Ok!". She smiled and you guys walked down to the cafe. When you walked in, you saw the person working at the register. Liz. God dammit. You were supposed to have fun today, NOT think about what happened. But of course, being satan she is, she had to come and ruin it right when things were start to lighten up. MJ noticed your scrunched face and told you to find a table. You nodded and went to one of the tables next to the windows since you liked watching the world bustle around.(not in a creepy way of course). As MJ went up to the counter, another person entered. You looked up to see Flash. GIVE ME A BREAK.
"Hey cupcake, you're lookin mighty fine today, what're you doing here all alone?" He said, sitting in the sit across from you. Your eyebrow twitched as you just continued to look out the window. "Go away Flash, you know what happened yesterday, I'm not in the mood" you said in a more stern tone than usual. Flash just smirked and leaned closer to you. "Yea, Penis Parker pulled a real dick move. I'm sure you're not feeling the best which is why I wanna get your mind off him" he said, going to slide his hand onto yours. Before he could MJ slammed her hand down on the table and glared at Flash. "Screw off dickhead, (y/n) nor me want to deal with your shit right now". He just rolled his eyes and looked at her with annoyance. "You don't know how she feels, you cant tell her what she does and doesnt want". Flash being a dick was something you were used to. But today? Today you were NOT having it. You got up, walked around the table and then socked Flash in the face. He groaned, holding his eye and MJ just stood there, shocked. You huffed and crossed your arms. "Go home before I decide to have your eyes match jackass". With that, flash left. Once he left you shook your hand, your knuckles throbbing. "Ow...". MJ smiled and patted your back. "Look at you, feel any better?" She said with amusement. You shrugged. "A little, though now my knuckles hurt....". MJ just laughed and handed you your coffee, then walking out with you. "Well at least you got some of that frustration out. Maybe tomorrow we can go to that place where they give a bunch of shit to break. Or we can just go somewhere abandoned, either way, we should break shit". You snickered and rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. "Yea, maybe, just imagine it all being Peter's stupid face and kick the shit out of it"
You both soon arrived at the mall and walked inside, it not being really busy. You both just walked around, looking at stuff, buying a few shirts and pants and then going to the arcade. MJ beat your ass.
While you and MJ hung out, Tony called Peter and told him to come to his office as soon as possible. Peter knew he was in trouble. Once he arrived he knocked on the door and peeked his head in. "M-Mr. Stark? You want to s-see me?". Tony just nodded as he clicked away on his computer. Peter walked in, closing the door behind him before sitting down and twiddling with his fingers. Tony shut his computer off and folded his hands together, looking at Peter as Peter just looked down at his hands. "Kid, you know why your here. Why'd you do it? I know you still love (y/n)". Peter flinched at your name a little and shook his head, rubbing his neck. "M-Mr.Stark, I really didnt want to, but I h-had to". Tony just raised an eyebrow. "Is someone blackmailing you? Was someone gonna die if you hadn't?". "N-No.....". Tony sighed. "Then you shouldnt have done it, you guys were doing so well. Why?". Peter teared up. "Because im not good enough....." he mumbled, wiping away a tear. "What?" "IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER" Peter yelled as his hands clenched. "She's amazing and wonderful and-and just, a goddess......she deserves better...." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose "that doesn't explain why you cheated on her". Peter flinches again, remembering. "I-I knew if I did, she wouldn't reconsider being with me if I just broke up with her. She wont question and she can move on to someone better....". "Kid, for being a superhero and one of the smartest kids in your class, your really fucking stupid". Peter looked up at Tony surprised. "Dont look at me like that, you know that was stupid. You were feeling insecure, I get it, but you should have talked with her about how you felt instead of being selfish and hurting her like this". Peter sat there. Was what he did that stupid? Yea, it was. Peter just shrugged "Even so Mr.Stark, how could I fix it? She hates me now, she wouldn't even glance at me so having a one on one talk would be impossible". Ton sighed and stood up. "Give her time, she needs to heal. You really hurt her. Once she's doing better, figure out a way, THATS NOT STUPID, to talk with her, even if you dont get back together, you need to have that conversation so it's not dangling over your head". Peter just nodded. "Also your suit privileges are taken away for a few weeks". Peter's eyes widened and he pouted. "W-what!? Why!?". "For being stupid".
Note: howdy hi!! Hope you enjoyed!! A little short but ya know, wasnt really feeling it today (=~='). Pt.5 is in the works so stay tuned!
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so to update my recent (ish) post, i did eventually give in and binge legacies bc of posie and even though no one asked i have thoughts
josie is my precious child and i would die for her and i think she should wear her hair completely down more often. that is the most important takeway and the rest is under bc this got long i had more thoughts than i thought
i understand lizzie is bipolar but it feels like the writers in charge of her character are too
mg is also my precious child im love him
kaleb was actually on my shit list when i started but he has worked his way into my hear (lets be real the shark slippers helped a lot,, and when he just had to compel those townpeople to forget the buggies but he also compelled them to improve their lives?? in ways that made it clear he talked to them about their life and issues??? Pure™)
liSTEN OK I LOVE PENELOPE PARK SO MUCH I KNOW EVERYONE DOES BUT I LOVE HER!!! her humor?? the way to my heart, first of all,,, and ofc she’s hot bc josie set her on fire as hell too and like did i mention she’s funny? bc shes not just funny her specific brand of humor (witty comebacks, bitchy banter, “you used to like it when i went low”) is Right Up My Alley. its right up there. and i know they call her satan bc she broke josie’s heart so they have an excuse, but it seems like she’s overall just thought of as a mean girl/bitch and i?? dont understand?? all she does is make good jokes and love josie with her whole heart and yeah she ruins lizzie’s life but WHY do people who aren’t the saltzman twins think she’s a bad person???
ok so hope. i like her, i do. and i liked her from the beginning, but also like, only bc i didnt have a reason to not like her? like idk in the beginning she was slightly better than meh for me. now i love her bc she’s also a witty queen with great hair and she smiles and lemme tell you even if i hated her with my whole heart i would melt at her smile. her whole face lights up!! its so cute!! i love it!! and slug infected hope? obsessed.
spEAKING of which, you know that scene? the scene with slug infected hope and josie and josie hiding behind hope from penelope and hopes lil noise and penelope obviously finding josie immediately and josie’s face and,,,, yeah you know that scene? GOLD. AMAZING. FANTASTIC. GIVE IT AN OSCAR RN.
(backtrack real quick, do the writers remember hope is part vampire? is that something theyre, like,, aware of?? bc the only glimpse of her vampness was in an alternate universe,,, im just confused)
ok so this might be unpopular but landon is...not my pal. i like handon a LOT ok theyre super cute and i love happy hope, but landon himself,,, he simultaneously bores me and gives me Nice Guy™ vibes and just,,, i dont really like him im sorry
speaking of handon i like raf but this is ridiculous ok i dont need another love triangle julie. like does she even realize most people hATE love triangles? im not alone on that right? theyre not entertaining, julie. youve already done that many times, julie.
i think those were all my main thoughts JUST KIDDING OF COURSE I SAVED POSIE FOR LAST. listen. lets be real. posie is the only reason i watched this show. and by the time i binged it i had already watched every single posie scene on youtube. i. am. posie. trash. i love josie. i love penelope. so josie and penelope?? yall know i was a goner. they are iconic. i love them. their kisses fed my heart mind body and soul. everything about their interactions in the last ep (before the goodbye, im getting there) was just. just. really pure honest to god ambrosia or some shit. i think it added years to my life. and then their goodbye?? you bet it fuckin b r o k e my fuckin heart. the emotions. the acting. the tears. the i love you jojo!!! have i mentioned that penelope (and only penelope!! shes the only one!!) calling josie jojo makes my heart whole clears my skin and cures my emotional trauma? cause yeah. anywho ofc im fuckin devastated and i wanna say im not worried about this being the end of posie bc it honestly didnt feel like an ending to me and it def seems like lulu will come back (if she doesnt..........) but i also dont really trust the cw and i didnt even watch the 100 i just know Too Much and i pretty much never trust tv writers so?? i guess i have to sell my soul now?
but also even though im crushed by penelope leaving, so is josie and even though shes my precious child and i dont want her to be in pain,,, im hella excited to see her be angry and ruthless and burn everyones world down and badass as hell. kaylee said people arent gonna like josie in the next ep but?? unlikely.
im sure no one made it this far but i needed this catharsis thank you goodnight pls remember that penelope park is soft as fuckin hell no matter what she says
#hahaha this is ridiculous why did i even do this#goodniht im delusional from today#legacies#josie saltzman#penelope park#posie#penelope x josie#or is it#josie x penelope#??#is there a consensus on that? inquiring minds want to know
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“you wish i wanted you.” Or “I’d rather blow a chainsaw.” With Calum. I can’t choose!
*2007 meme* why not both? as always, i am writing this way too late at night, so if it doesn’t make sense it’s not my fault
“That’s Calum Hood?”
Y/N looked away frantically. “Keep your voice down.”
“You didn’t say he was hot.”
“Keep your voice down.”
Y/N didn’t look up from her notes until she was sure Calum was out of earshot. “He’d be hot if he wasn’t such an asshole.” She admitted, very reluctantly.
Her friend Arya was pretending to fan herself with her calculator when Y/N looked over. “If I had known he’d be here, I’d come to lecture more often.”
“Stop.” Y/N said, leaning back in her chair. They had a good five minutes before lecture started, and thankfully Calum was up at the front of the class asking the prof a question. But she knew what came next. He’d come and sit down behind her and distract her all through the fuckin’ lecture, rattling his pen around or texting with his keyboard sounds and god knows what else. And then, at some point, he’d ask for her number. He did it every time and honestly? If she ever snapped he was first on her list. “He doesn’t even like me, he just likes to piss me off. He’s always making things sexual. Like, we get it, you’ve got eight whole pubes.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to give him your number?” Arya said. Y/N prayed she was joking.
“Frankly, I’m good.” She said, ducking her head back down as Calum headed over to his usual spot and, by proxy, her usual spot.
Y/N didn’t have to look up to know he was smirking. She could practically smell it on him. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Ain’t your sunshine, sunshine.” She said without glancing up. He did this all the time; like yeah, it was so funny to be flirting with her, haha.
“Mm, more than you’ll ever know.” Calum said back, just as easily. Bitch. Her ears felt hot.
Y/N knew she should just ignore him, like she did every other day. She didn’t know what made this morning different; maybe it was her friend beside her, maybe she’d just had enough. Regardless, for the first time all fucking semester, she turned around in her seat to face him. “Calum Hood.” She said, “What’s you problem? Like, seriously, are you done?”
To his credit, Calum only looked surprised for a second. “Not gonna be done till you admit how much you like this.”
Why on Earth had she given him her last name? Well, and first name. First day of class, she hadn’t known how fucking annoying he’d get. “You wish I was into you.” She said, but he’d won this round; she’d hesitated too long, she could feel it fall flat.
Calum smiled outright. It was better than his smirk, at least - “Well, when you figure it out, you know where to find me.” Actually, no, it was just as bad.
“There’s nothing to figure.“ Y/N said, turning her red face away.She hated how easily he could rile her up.
Calum was mercifully silent for a second, until she heard him shift in his seat. Then he was so close she could feel the warmth off his skin. “You gonna tell me you’re not thinking about me? Like you don’t watch me walk away? Y/N-”
“Alright,” the prof said, “let’s get started.”
Calum drew away, but Y/N couldn’t move for a long moment. She didn’t know how to - well, she knew how to react. He was just toying with her; she needed to call him an asshole and move on. For some reason it just didn’t come.
“You’re so pretty when you blush.”
Well, apparently she could call him an asshole.
hey y/n it’s cal from lecture
oh my godhow did you get this number
that doesnt matter
was it arya???
yeah lol she totally sold you outi actually just needed to ask you for the lecture notes from the third class
yeah whateveryou can get them from me monday
it’s an emergency
???
i really want to see you
drop dead
:((((((((((are you at the library? i’ll bring you coffeepleaseill stop bothering you in lecture
sounds like you’re bothering me outside lecture now
please? i need it for the mid
ughventi dark caramel latte with an extra shot i’m in the earth sciences section
you’re an angel
you’re satan
at least you think i’m hot ;)
don’t push it
"So, you got plans for reading week?”
“None that involve you.” Y/N said breezily. She’d given Calum her notes, and he’d taken a few pictures of them, but now he was sat across from her cheerfully working through problems like she wasn’t glaring daggers at him.
“Ouch.” Calum hissed, having at least the dignity to look wounded. “You’ve got such a smart mouth on you, Y/N-”
“Thanks-”
“-I’ve got something for you to do with it.” Calum smirked at her again. Didn’t his mouth ever get tired?
“I’d rather blow a chainsaw, thanks all the same.” Y/N said. She was trying her best to keep her eyes on her work.
“I was gonna say you could have one of my granola bars, but since you mention it…”
“Jesus Christ,” Y/N murmured.
“You can just call me Cal.”
“Do you ever fuckin’ stop talking?” Calum ducked his head down and went back to his work, but Y/N couldn’t let this lie another second. “Real talk, thought, why do you keep hitting on me? Is it really that fuckin’ funny to you?”
Calum huffed out a long breath through his nose, staring at his work. “You know what?” He said after a moment, lifting his head. “I have no fucking clue why I want you so bad. But you know what, Y/N, if you think you’re too good for me or whatever why don’t you just move?”
What the hell was he saying? “I don’t think- I was here first.” Y/N insisted.
“No, I mean in lecture. You sit in the same spot every class when you know I’m just gonna flirt with you until you go nuts. Do you get off on tearing me down or what?”
“I don’t get off on anything you do. It’s easy to see the slides, and I shouldn’t have to move because Mr. fuckin’ Universe thinks its funny to try and play me.”
"Wait, what?”
Y/N sighed. “Mr. Universe. You know, like the bodybuilding pagent, since you’re clearly just looking for attention and you’re compensating-”
"No, no, I mean- did you think I was just trying to fuck with you?”
Y/N took a sip of her coffee so she didn’t have to answer him. She needed at least a half-second to process this. Calum looked hurt. She didn’t think she liked it. “I mean, you did offer to make strip flash cards once.”
Calum didn’t take the bait, didn’t even pretend to laugh at the memory. “This whole time, you thought I was just- Y/N, Jesus, I’ve been begging for your attention for months. I can’t stop thinking about you. I saved your seat all day the one time you skipped, just in case. I bought you a six dollar coffee.”
On the surface, this didn’t sound like much - rom-com punchlines, that was all. And yet Y/N felt her stomach twist. Calum looked so soft in his beanie, looking up at her under his eyebrows. Small as these gestures had been, they were sincere, every one. “Oh,” she said, since her brain had apparently short-circuited. “Sorry.”
“S’alright.” Calum said.
They both bent their heads back down and pretended to work.
“Hey, Calum said, breaking their small silence, “if I asked you out without, like, making a blowjob joke, would you say yes?”
Y/N felt her heart start to beat again. “Only one way to find out.”
#god the line between sexy asshole and asshole is... so difficult to walk#this enemies to lovers stuff is such a challenge#Anonymous#my writing#tropes#enemies to lovers#requested
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Saving Grace [p.p]
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Basically some fluff?
Request: @steveisacupcake : I absolutely loooved "are you jealous?" <3 Also I thought about another one with Peter and reader who has powers and saves him in the battle with Thanos in NYC. Also Peter doesnt know about her powers until that moment. :3
Summary: You’ve managed to keep your powers a secret from Peter until he really needs your help
A/N: This isn’t really canon to IW so it’s spoiler free. How many times will I use that gif? Only time will tell.
Masterlist
You’d known Peter for over a year now and the two of you had actually grown pretty close. You told each other nearly everything, nearly. You knew he was Spider-Man but that was mostly because he’s not subtle, especially around his friends. But, you did know almost everything else because Peter just shared his life with you and you did him. He knew you inside out beside one major detail. He didn’t know you could manipulate the weather.
It’s something you’ve always been able to do. It wasn’t always easy of course. It took you years to gain even a little bit of control and you’re still struggling sometimes but it’s getting better. That’s part of why you’ve kept it a secret. Although, one major person knows. Tony Stark. Of course he knows. He caught you once, trying to figure out lightning. You were way outside of the city but of course, Tony Stark had to find out what was going on. He's since took you under his wing, said it would be called the Stark Internship.
That's how it all started and how you met Peter. He told you he believed you when you said this Stark Internship was real and you were actually interning under Tony in the lab. You were like him, an engineer, innovator. That’s all it was. And you believed Peter when he said his internship was grunt work to help get into MIT.
Peter had no idea what you could do. At least, you didn’t think he knew. He didn’t know for sure. His spidey senses said there was more but he never pushed but now he wished he would have because now you’re on a different planet with him. If you were just to work in the lab with Tony, you shouldn’t be on this planet and he has no idea what you’re doing here.
“And what do you do?” Quill asks, looking to you as you stood in a circle.
You looked to Peter and back to Quill. “I’ll cover Peter.” You offer, avoiding the question.
“That’s great. Really, awesome but you know what would really be great? Knowing what you can do s-”
“They’re fine.” Tony cuts him off. “Watch out for Parker and help where you can.” Tony nods to you.
“Got it.” You nod with a smile and look to Peter. “Be careful.”
“You should be careful.” Peter says softly, his brows furrowed with worry.
“I got it.” You smirk and look back to the group.
“Well, we should probably move. He’ll be coming.” Quill says and the all of you disperse to different areas in preparation.
“W-what can you do?” Peter asks as you two walk side by side.
“Guess you’ll find out.” You chuckle.
“Come on.” He nudges you with his shoulder.
“Maybe I can’t do anything and I just exist to use my own suit to save your reckless ass.” You smirk and just as you do so, Thanos comes out of nowhere, closer to where Quill stood. “Showtime.” You say as Peter’s mask starts to cover his face.
“Be careful.” Peter says and his voice is already etched in worry as he starts to move according to Quill’s plan.
You stand your position and watch as Peter makes his way over ready to swing in at the right time. Everything came down to timing and it really was lucky that you ran into Quill and the other Guardians since they knew about Thanos, more than any of you did. Quill’s plan was your only hope of not only defeating him but making it out with as few of casualties as possible.
Peter swings in, kicking Thanos in the face just as Thanos pushed Quill away, tossing him a few yards away and you knew Peter would need backup. You moved quickly to get closer, making sure to never let your eyes leave the sight. Just as Thanos grabbed Peter’s neck and was ready to slam him into the ground, you were right behind him, your hands up and coming down in a swift movement. Lightning struck the titan and he grunted in pain, releasing Peter.
“Yeah? Some big guy picking on a spider? Come fight someone with a bit more under their sleeve!” You taunt, having more lightning strike down to Thanos as he started to come towards you.
You backed up, pulling lightning as fast as you could but it wasn’t slowing him down. He was quicker than you, very quick but, he wasn’t quicker than Queens’ Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Just as Thanos was about to grab you, Peter swung in front of you and grabbed you, your arms wrapping him in a quick movement.
“Gotcha.” Peter says as you’re moved further away from Thanos. Tony and Strange now taking over. “You okay?” Peter asks once the two of you have your feet planted.
“Fine.” You shake your head. “You? He got you into the ground pretty good.” Your hands are on his arms, the iron spider-suit cold beneath your touch.
“Yeah, yeah fine thanks to you. You saved me.” Peter says in a quick breath. “Uh...you-you can control the weather?”
“Yeah, that’s the thing I can do. More than an engineer.” You smirk. “Looks like they need help, ready?” You look to Tony and Strange who were now being joined by Mantis, Quill, and Drax.
“Ready.” Peter says with a nod.
You give Peter a quick hug before he could swing back into action. “I got your back. Be careful.”
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Tryna by Cancer moon
Before Young T went to bed he poured a glass of water and looked out the kitchen window to his backyard and noted how the snow made 3:00 A.M. look like 6:00 P.M.. Only difference being that if he stepped outside with his glass of water to the seeming twilight he wouldn’t be able to hear the rush-hour traffic like he usually could if it was Friday and 6:00 P.M.. Young T didn’t bother going outside because the snow was still falling a little and it’d be there when he woke up. And the neighborhood would still be silent, as it always was.
Young T woke up and his fan was still humming its white noise which he needed to sleep at night even though it was January and his dad was reluctant to leave the heat on over night. The small fan sat on his dresser and was pointed away from his bed towards his window which emitted a sharper and more blinding afternoon light than what he was used to. He checked his phone for the time, it was about noon - about the time where his parents bedroom door would open and their TV would blast the local news and his persian cat, Jo Jo, would meow at his door from which would force him out of bed to open the door so Jo Jo could jump up on his bed to sleep on his pillow from which he would either start his day or keep doing nothing. This time he laid back down, idly on his bed, with the covers pulled over his head to lessen the effects of his slight cat allergy. Jo Jo had a flat face and was grey and fat, and he occupied the entire pillow. Young T thought of how he wanted to trade lives with Jo Jo.
Young T couldn’t fall back to sleep, so he looked at his phone. He bireifly looked at worldstarhiphop, Twitter, then Instagram.
Then he went to bed with a head ache and woke up in college.
9/27/17 wednesday
Tycho: excuse me, hey, getting along just fine, I see?
Yolandra: hey, and yeah, sort of, just studying, whats going on with you
T: Nothing, the usual, i guess, being responsible, trying not to offend anyone.
Y: Oh but you're so innocent. If anyone's offended its on them, not you.
T: But my presence alone, I dont know, like I'm out of place or something. And I just want to tell people,
Yeah, so, I know how strange it is, me being here and all.
Y: You're a free spirit amongst prisoners. That was my favorite part about getting to know you.
Tycho: After all these years, not for a second did i think you were right for me. And thats why i liked you. Cus I'm crazy.
Yolandra: thats okay? what do you mean?, i want to get inside your head again.
T: [pause] Most people wouldnt understand.
Y: Don't be too cool for school. Im not most people. If I knew what was good for me, I'd have cut ties with you a long time ago. But im a crazy bitch too. Havent you realized?
T: Yes. Youre highly psychic when it comes to "free spirits" like me - and you, though maybe, "lost soul" would be a better term for me. Though I dont mind being lost. It keeps things interesting.
Anyway, you should spend your energy on solving world hunger than worrying about me.
Y: dont be so difficult. catching vibes isnt easy you know? coming for your type. Who knows, maybe youre worth it.
Tycho: well, your the first to try me like this. im mysterious for a reason.
Yolandra: And do you know why exactly?
T: Thats for me to decide.
Y: It's so damn frustrating. But I guess some things are better left unsaid.
T: Most people wouldnt understand that, what youre saying. Indescribable feelings we know happened but fall short in explaining. That sort of thing.
Y: I call those. "You had to be there" moments.
Tycho: Honestly i never gave up on you, only myself, thinking you were different from my dream girl.
it took months for me to realize that but when i did the only thing i wanted to do was forget i ever met you.
Yolandra: than what?
T: the rest of these simple people that surround us, they see in a way thats opposite of what i am.
Y: how convenient it must be. to blame your problems on people you dont even know. and just say "fuck it." I envy you.
T: just my luck haha. of being born into myself, my personality forgive me, i dont mean to be such a downer. thats my ego talking
Y: you had to be there
T: where?
Y: in my memories.
T: it matters that much to you?
Y: if I could find you in a crowd, just to say something, anything, even if i have to scream it in your ear, then you'd know how much it means to me.
Tycho: I'll be waiting for you to say hola.
9/30/17 saturday
In the midst of an obnoxious trap beat I remember what my grandpa used to tell me.
It's the harsh realities of life that stick with us the most. A dream is only a dream until you make it come true.
Never hit a women no exceptions." He would say to a 7 year old me. Now I wish I had the balls back then to tell him that his strict army ass
probably never had a dream that went beyond what he already knew. Like revisiting the same shitty cloud of meaningless thoughts
every night till you reincarnate into someone who revisits a slightly less shitty cloud over and over until they become someone like me,
who lives on the cloud everyone strives to be, forgetting those elvish looking folks of the below who never leave the house
except to get groceries. There's comes a point in life where you just gotta be honest with yourself, and say hey, i just dont match the freqeuncy anymore.
It's okay. I can still pretend like that one MGMT song, but im fading away. Fuck.
I get naseous and imagine a cop coming around the corner which kills my vibe for a second
so I take my headphones off, spit on my finger tip, ash the blunt, and walk to my dorm.
I'm in water so muddy that the surface is all I have to cling onto. What lies beneath is my past, housing the memories like demons.
Of course, her face, would be in the middle. Falling more faintly in detail as I wake up sober and go to sleep high and dream nonsense that
somehow doesnt go away like the usual forgotten dream you usually wouldnt give a second thought to otherwise but this morning
my head feels foggy and theres a vague recollection of a search going on but I dont know what
it's for and my chances of knowing diminish as I go deeper into the day.
A search, it's on repeat, like my brain is an actual TV. Thats probably a normal thought to have, though I've never heard it in real words.
"Is my brain a TV." I say to myself.
if you can call it that. but those take the shape of monsters of which, as if I had no choice, I find myself preparing for so when the moment really matters,
I can either go down in a blaze of glory or come out on top like the badass I imagine myself to be.
All I know is that I was born and now I have to live.
Maybe because my past is so glaringly depicted onto a person I refuse to acknowledge. All that shit was a dream.
The only thing that matters is the present, right? Bill Nye the Science Guy would agree with that.
Back in elementary whenever we had a sub for the day, a cart would roll in and thats how you knew.
I watched his show in elementary school, when we had a substitute teacher.
Those were the best days. I had no worries then, able to speak freely with no inhibitions as if duality
had nothing to latch its mechanical claws onto. Wait, I'm thinking about the past again. And thats going way back.
Fuck! Okay.. On your feet soldier! That baby momma drama dont fly out here in the real world.
out here it's the winners and the losers, haves and the have-nots, thats the way it is.
We're here to endure anxiety. I dont care about this slave shit. I think im gonna drop out.
These fucking people bro, I shouldve known better than to come here.
Deep down in the recesses of my highly realized capacity for recognizing everyday objects I'm hearing the voice my computer makes.
It just so happens that I'm a little different from everyone else.
I see things. Feel them.
Some are expressed. Others proccessed. Though most get put away for later. These things I speak of is all they'll
ever be to
Some bad. Some good. But in the end I understand the root cause is nothing and thats where I pretty much exist anyway.
In between any and all things, including people. At least that what it feels like.
So although I may come off as shy and maybe a bit soft to the average layperson I aint no bitch and I wont hesitate to put my body on the line to
make some headway when it comes to cementing my place as a savage demon in the halls of said layperson's memory bank.
Someone who is wise would recognize the virtue of my conviction
It is only because I must prepare for that singular moment,
an unknown point in the fabric of time and space. To where if theyre not careful, a life's worth of energy should be pitted against me as if one were to stand
a chance against the power housed within my vessle.
Theres no such thing as a polite gesture. Nobody asks me
how my day is "going" for no other reason than to relay to me how their own special day is "going".
reckoning between a humble acknowledgement that I can never truly grasp the reason for existing
and therefor should play my part in keeping the peace, versus pure badass in a world of sheep.
And the more I get to know my surroundings, the more I reach erradically for the inherent bliss found within the path of satanism.
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Spmewhere off in the distance, Crermoth sits on a palm tree idly sculpting astral suspensions
into a tattered fervor of mesh for working the keys of ineptitude.
She is oblivious to her surroundings, not caring for chatty and gossip which she cant seperate between her reality and theirs
because she is sensitive and when the the fully recognized sage, Esoh, confronts her about she says she much prefers it that way.
Their balance among them. With the wind at her side, Hojihka refuses the initial preference of her stillness
and moves in a nameless precession by the whim of her ancestral birth right.
"aaa may-ee soo shay-noo"
Her possession wakes up without a name.
a new and more elaborate transposition of jubilee onto each successive indifference. The attention to one area renders the outer confines a
vacuum enveloping the excess span unto both of their liable to taken over like a plain, sole, unconscious will.
It certainly does its job Crermoth and has become something of a plan b pill thats taken during one of her
many unpredictable episodes of self hate and general spiritual torment. One time she told J-Money she was a demon in a matter of factness that
still haunts J-Money in moments when he pretends it doesnt bother him..
Reliant upon the interaction of her world and the next. Crermoth normally prefers being to herself on nights like these,
that way she can answer any calls at a moments notice.
A dimension close enough so that she may assist her friends in earthly manners of which, by the natural law of limitation, those lacking the incessant nobility of
the Orisha cannot be bothered to see to themselves, less the tether between her world and theirs be rendered a useless tattered fervor of mesh that
gives way to any varitable knock of an over arching brood of usurpment of the mundane frequency.
“I need space. I only have but so much light
of see to her calling as a being of light, assisting the pieces of herself that we’re lost during the falling. You remember that don’t you?” She says
“Of course I remember. But only as a matter of fact. Upon closer reflection I fail to see the relevance of a subtle hunch with no bearings in the present.”
I must know that I’m allowed to be straight up with you, else I run the risk of straying from my calling. If there’s anything I hate more than being ignored
its catching myself being lazy to the voices.
“She musn’t veer to far.” Esoh said on a mountain.
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The woman wakes up to look around. Store-bought soil, empty bike-rack, office building.
"Harder. Think harder. Come on girl." She stands for dignity's sake. A car traces a hilltop in the distance.
She raises her cold arms to the sun in defiance of stillness. Nothing is in tune with the nature of her being besides the stale wind of a coming day.
"Where are you?"
The car freezes as it reaches the horizon, but the sound remains on loop. Whirrrrr
A portal manifests abruptly and Elegua arrives on a chariot of skulls.
"Erzulie, madame, how nice it is to see you this early in the morning."
A whisp of fire cleans her face and the car continues over the horizon.
"It really shouldnt be, not like this. Where Im at should tell a lot you know." Erzulie said.
"Quite a dense reply to a longtime friend, dont you think"
"Hmm, considering how I slept in a bush last night and dont remember a thing. I shouldnt need to explain myself."
"No? is the friz on your hair not matching the blood on your knees? I can't tell which." Elegua said. Or is the attitude possessing you as if theres no consequence for ill-manneredness? I cant tell which." So long as one's not so dense up his selfish ass that he aint notice."
"Oh so now all a sudden you about the finer things in life? We can switch places less you miss me. Erzulie said.
Im only pointing out the obvious." Elegua said.
Erzulie replied with silence, forcing life to flash before his eyes. She learned this from her Mother, Darkness.
"Attitude is possessing you. I cant tell why but its a poison I dont deserve. I was only trying to help" He continued.
"I just dont fuck with being called too early. So long as youre not too dense up your ass to take notice, safe to say i'm in some shit right now."
"Clearly. A product of consequence." Elegua said randomly.
"Yeah, recognize. Please, for me, baby?"
"No more testing your patience, Goddess immortal of justice. Save that for what I came to tell you about."
"Take me to cleanliness, saintly promise of wisdom. For im not feeling myself."
They left the scene to the past and pondered on the pyramid they had just made with each other.
"It's nice to be home." Erzulie said.
Flying over the palm trees brought Elegua back to his power.
"On the basis of love." Elegua said.
The salt-water washed away all glimpses of doubt Erzulie had of her beauty. And she harnessed the pastels of the ocean.
Thus, all guilt was abolished and unconditional love was convinced to dance within them.
Drying his body under the rays of Amen reminded Elegua of his first words. Long ago, before Time was born.
"O Father, you are so brilliant."
"Thank you, son. I am the Light"
"Then tell me, Father, if you are the Light, and are so brilliant, then why is it you flee from Darkness?"
"All I do is my purpose, which seeks to balance harmony with creation. Although it is much more complicated than that. Like always I suppose.
I'm afraid you ask me a question that I cannot answer. Here, because you are so curious, I will show you."
"I'm ready, Father."
Light grew brighter causing Elegua to cry in his recollection of what it felt like to say words. The links in his mind straining to pull in the right words.
Not too plain to where the moment would be lost in happen stance, and not too radical so that his manhood could stay irrefutable (to convey meaning.)
Then Light disintegrated into everything and Elegua searched for Light ever since.
So Elegua went to the crossroads, and prodded Darkness for Light's wherabouts,
"I want to relive the the moments before he left for eternity. Where can I find him?"
Without a hug or a kiss, she told him to let go of his experience in order to live in the now, "Take his place and move forward. Grow up, your Daddy's gone cus you never did."
"How could you say that me? I love you, Mom. Yet all I get is hate. Why are you hiding the truth from me?"
"If I don't hate you, then who will? You got so much to learn that my heart breaks into brass. You must leave, understand me? LEAVE, before I do what your Father did and them some.
I'm this close. Believe me."
With nowhere else to go, Elegua obeyed the commands of his Mother. Although lonely at first, the spirits of the dead related to his despair, and offered to guide him
through all the known and unknown realms of Ether, so long as he guided the spirits of the living to his Mother. So that the dead could learn for themselves the origins of their being dead.
And when Light came back, they could say "Father, we know of Hate, now teach us Love." Elegua tried telling them that it was hopeless, that his Father was there, just not in the way they imagined, that they we're actually his Father and they had to realize it through an altered perception.
but that negativity only made them more adament to their cause which annoyed Elegua into a manic spell of existential irony which persisted during times of war with the Snakes on 5th density. One battle in particular Badly wounded, he pulled his chariot with his arms to the middle of a corn-field on a full-moon during the Solstice, it was there he made a pact with his self, to never be ignorant to the fact that fate was an inescapable constant within all contributors to existence.
That the very fabric that distinguishes the dead from the living was comprised of scattered shards of an indestructable essence that attached itself to the spirit-body via fate which is the Father of destiny. That the collective conscious is woven by the thread of Fate, thus binding a common goal, or Destiny, inherent to all beings of both polarities, thus setting in motion the spiral of gnosis, which lends itself to the spreading of keys that open the doors to helping each other fulfill each others Purpose.
"I will collect the pieces of my Father so that I may speak with him again as I did as a child. I will never forget you because I love you. You are everything to me, which is all I ever could be. Please, I want to know why you flee in the face of Darkness."
____10/9/17 monday
My pace quickens as I veer away from the crowd onto the handicap stairs. I silently count my steps to give off a
pensive, non-assuming vibe. Over by the quad theres crows just walking on the grass.
Yet I'm the only one who seems to notice, even from a distance. The busses haul ass down Memorial St.
I've learned to always be on alert because I'll never know
whats waiting for me when I turn my attention off the floor and become reminded of string theory.
Artificial energy, cork boards with grime on the edges, tunnel of dull ends, spongy plywood cielings.
as i step with my head down
and in every so sudden a demarcation in the bricks,
the reptiles answer emails.
This is where I'm going.
Because my soul chose to live here at some point in time
not too long ago considering the relationship between all that the universe has to offer and my general apathy towards said all
as in any and all one.
Which has become quite of
a bore ever since the first week ended I had to come to terms with the reality that friends won't simply fall into my lap
like they would if I wasnt such a masochist for being lonely.
The row of pillars turn to one and all I see is the contentment in the air of the lobby.
In the hallway are casually turned faces which glide about in a linear fashion like the ghost of a lost bride..
I get a side-view of the people afraid to admit that this is far from the paradise we expected it to be.
The brochure in our acceptance letters didn't include the drunken nights of another dimension.
I'm inside the life of an architect. One who's dead by now, but lives on through his work.
I'm not going anywhere, the building would say, if it could talk. And I suppose it can. Because I just had the thought, and nothing
is ever truly wrong without another thought to compare it to. But then if buildings could speak existed first, and was allowed to
grow and find its place in the universe, then it'd be established enough to not warrant an adversary. But the question remains
where, if it existed, was its fate organized before coming into my mind, awaiting my final judgement. Substitute me for a unicellular
collective conscious and it seems like we're all dealers of fate her on
planet earth of the milky way of the universe of the whatever comes next (should we ever know for sure).
he or she deserves all the credit for it manifesting onto the grid of my consciousness, which is a zig zag joint's worth of a high
right now. The perfect amount for not giving a fuck while still staying slick enough for witty comebacks. Which wouldn't hurt right now.
This building isn't going anywhere. Though I wish it would. Because I dread what I'm about to do
How he must have pained to communicate something he could call his own while maintaining a dignified and safe, always safe, because god forgive, well, you know,
, putting the pen to the pad, drawing collumns in front of a Victorian fassad
Succumbing to authority just to eat with a roof over your head and not freeze your ass off like a homeless freak.
Profit margins in the final half of quarter one are lower than 1 standard deviation to what is considered by corporate to be optimal.
As of now, the college has no incentive to ship in product from outside sources. All inventory must be stored in house to the buyer's demand.
You better not be late.
___ On the parking deck
Tycho: “I had a dream I was on an internet forum. Someone posted the words: “life is an endless hell. With a blurry picture of a street at night-time. Not much different from what’s in front of us. I thought that made sense, until I scrolled down, to see a video looking out the windshield of a vintage rolls royce, coasting along a pacific highway. And the lines kept going. Next thing you know I’m falling down a pitch black waterslide, dreading my destination. If I never woke up I have a funny feeling i know where it was leading.
Preacher: In that instance did you feel the need to repent for your sins?
Tycho: No. that didn’t cross my mind. It was too late at that point.
Miranda: “I used to.
T: What made it stop?
Miranda: Seeing all the happy people around me. And knowing that they’ve been through the same shit. Break-ups, Death in the family, just generally feeling lost.
My heart was broken ”
T: Getting over the mind can be a dark place when it has nowhere else to rest. You can train it to think anything.”
Miranda: True
Tycho: Lately Ive been taking these long drives late at night into the boonies. Just to see where I up. I realized theres so many lives I’ll never know about.
If i wasnt born into money maybe I’d be humble enough to hate myself for even thinking such a thing.
How’d you get out of that?
Miranda:
These know it all professors are getting on my nerves. I fear Im crossing into an abyss I’ll never fully understand. Honestly I can’t fuckin stand these people. What name do I have to make for myself that i haven’t already experienced in the depths of my soul?
Tyco: You know how they try to act like they all official and shit, like I won’t see past it.
Miranda: [agreement] They do that.
Tyco: [stream of consciousness] So I just told her look I know its a rule, but I’m all about learning at my own pace and no disrespect i love her but Mrs. Soso can only go so far in telling me how to write. You can give tips and tricks but at the end of the day, I’ve been developed my writing style.. Like I thought we were done with all this high school shit. Well I didnt say that.
M: And what’d she say?
Tyco: She was like “As you get further into your major 90% of your assignments will be in essay format.. we require full participation “ At this im like she gonna hit me with the book like hell nah THEN outta nowhere She said “However, I also believe in 2nd chances.”. On the outside I was cool but inside I was like “*fist bump* yo i cannot fail outta college like someone watchin out for me idk who but-
Chad: fuck that shiiiiit *holds up white rum in front of street light”
Friend in background: 12! 12! 12!
Abrupt scene change. Camera shows Tyco zoned out. Then police car, as Tyco begins to hide behind the tree hes smoking on.
My black hoodie and phone-call to my dealer will still be with me tomorrow as I do the same thing.
(From a dream 10/23)
Tyco is driving around serving with Shantel when she lights her phone up from the passenger seat and puts the phone to her ear.
Shantel: You are not finna be talkin all that mess on my phone. Be honest with yourself. Don’t lie. You a hoe ass bitch.
?? Caller: Why are you even calling me? I dont give a fuck.
Shantel: Wait till I pull up then and slap the shit out you. Would that be better sweety?
?? Caller: I’m at Kawaii’s 30 deep. Bring your lil boyfriend and see what happens.
Shantel: Try me bitch.
[ The economy sedan turns right on red seemingly without breaking. ]
Tyco: 30 deep huh?
Shantel: With them ratchets.
Tyco: She sounds scared as hell aint nobody sticken up for her like that. You know they gonna talk shit right but soon as we throw them hands they gon be like, I dont know that bitch.
Shantel: nah but she stupid tho like not even worth all that extra
Tyco: We’re going. Wheres that nigga house i’ll waze that shit and we get there we just pop off. Aite?
[Not looking at the road, but to her, coasting down an average 2-lane with box neon trimmed tire shops and drive-thru windows governed stately as immovable beasts of mothership stores lurk behind low-sodium trenches of the new world order’s surveillence agenda for mass poplations en masse. ]
Just follow me. I’m walkin in and gonna start a commotion just bussin and you just break this bottle on her mother fuckin head and we out.
Shantel: haaah what okay
Tyco: You’re gonna fuck her shit up som serious.
Shantel: She talk shit about you.
Tyco: It’s in the stars babe for real.
Shantel: You gonna help me find that bitch?
Tyco: You my fucken queen I love you and I got you.
Neighborhood entrance.
Cars parked for miles.
House identified first glance.
Park.
Car doors..
Hip-Hop
Grass.
Walkway.
Steps.
Porch.
Door opens and yellow tops within the frame.
!! WHERE YOU AT// YALL FAKE AND CANT FINESSEE !!
AAAAAH YOU UGLY DARK SKINNED NIGROS
The caller is sitting on a couch ass to ass with other dudes. Looking stupid.
She never saw Shantel. Who came upon her like The Ring.
She has become a party magnet. It is a Slayer concert now. Nobody knows who’s who. Though Tyco is surely getting his ass beat. He catches of glimpse of Shantel’s fat ass ducking through the doorway and he could die right now and it wouldnt matter.
*GUN SHOT*
FUCK GOIN ON HERE MANE
“This not the place for you bro. - White boy comin up here in my place of business - Tryna pop shit off like you really not a bitch”
Kawaii looks up with his glock-9 extendo at his GD party mostly all gone just like that. The poor girl is still leaking.
“She need to go to the hospital.” Her friend says.
He points the glock at his head. Despair.
“Look around before I kill you.” An invitation.
Tycho: “I sold a 4 oz today after my accounting exam. I could be GD, 74, rock purp. whatever it be its nothing but Respect yo. Got connects with chad and Becky nahmean dog. Could put you on to some numbers they white and they fiends. Please OG.
“How much for a zip.”
“80, gas.”
“Was that yo bitch?”
“yea”
Kawaii: You lyin to me?
“No.”
“She eat your ass?”
“Yeah and bounce on my BIG ASS DICK” Tyco says with autism.
K walks away.
T: they don't even sell Molly bruh
K is you fucken high you dummies. Beat this nigga ass.
*Tyco imagines the why the fuck you lyyin vine and remembers the exact moment he realized that wasnt an original song but actually a spin off of a classic throwback jam by the 90s R&B group “Next” in their hit single “Too Close”.. He was driving home from the cafe he used to write high school essays in while smoking a menthol american spirit with the windows rolled down on a spring evening playing KISS 104.1 Atlantas classic jams. Then he realized there was a full 6 minute video of the vine on youtube. After watching it he felt gayer. Thats all it did for him.
Tycho wakes up on living room floor.Terry (random G, on couch): *Hands him note× Kawaii said he's sorry. No hard feelings ya heard dog?
Tyco: I guess thugs act on impulse. *looks at note* and don't count on a gahdamn thing you bitchass motherfuckers.
Tyco walks into class with a black eye. The Professor talks about interest loans. Tyco meets Moe after class in parking lot.
*Moe: Waddup
Tyco: It's lemon og I just got in.
Moe: Bet. Those last cookies you got. Bomb dude. It had them frar mother fuckers leanin like they can't handle that purp like that nahmean.*laughs*
Tyco: I got some backwoods you wanna hotbox.
Moe: Yo I'm down.
10/24/17 thursday
____ Last night I decided not to hate myself. The look I get from them doesnt bother me. Really, its a simple sign from nature that I’m used to by now. A wrong impression can sustain the fog of memory, of which I will be seen from the lens of another dimension, with not a care in the world, an angel in disguise. Thats the crux of my life up to this point. To no longer hate myself. But appear as if I still do. The nameless place in our past with no address., one of which even a frat boy can relate to. This invisible standard that’s thrown us into the pits of despair must be addressed. To seperate the real from the fake. Like the others are sleep walking through class fronting like they dont see me. The pyramid of perspective is an accordian overlayed on my third eye, televising scenes of sleep walkers who stay fronting like they dont see me. Walking behind the parking deck where green dumpsters were with my phone to my ear is a feeling that remains within me until I do the same thing over again in a few days. Buying in bulk never appealed to me. And if a 20 a g was the price thered be nothing my lonely ass could do. Fuck this worthless paper, I tell myself.
I tell myself. Anyone who catches my glimpse pauses for a split second, calibrating my own opinion of the why in life. A definition of nuance that was never meant to be expressed but felt. To sense what I’ve been wanting, free and alone, after all those wasted days.
I’m signalling. Though I havent been approached yet.
Figuring that would resolve the look I give other people. I mean, christ, I turned 18 last March. And spent the Summer in a last ditch effort to secure an identity before I made my plays in college. For too long I’ve avoided the call of the light and in return have gotten blank stares.
(SOMEHOW gets wrapped up into a petty conversation with sorirty girl (on top of parking deck.)
Clarissa: I was the only one alone in the entire party.
Tycho: Why didnt you leave?
T: Dont worry I dont wanna know your major.
C; Good cus it keeps changing.
T: You think you know everything dont you? This world aint nothin babe.
C: Why do you say that?
T: What do you wanna know? That I get money? Thats nothin.
Clarissa drifts off.
Hannah: So Stacy’s telling me the banners weren’t in that right place and we’re like an hour away from starting and we still haven’t even got the chairs in order and barely anyone who was suppose to be here has shown up yet.
Tycho: Where were they?
“Well for one, Candace, I dont know whats her problem lately, but shes been gone because her best-friends now telling her she’s not rushing anymore but thats honestly a relief because that girl wheres winged eyeliner and thinks shes better than us.”
Tycho: Oh, I think I’ve seen that girl at the library or something.
I intuit that in order to justify her reasoning for not liking the winged eyeliner girl, that she channeled my very own resonant storm cloud of which I emit silently in the face of vanity..
H: Well you’ll probably see her there a lot more cus shes definitely not with us.
“Okay so thats one.” I say as if taking notes.
“Then Rachel’s out at some charity event that I never even heard of probably with a guy she’s not telling us about which is so frustrating that of all days you pick friday night at the peak of rush to go be a hoe behind our backs.”
“Did she ever show up to the party?”
“Yeah. And she was fucking drunk.” She said as if surprised but not really because this is Rachel we’re talking about, after all.
“Like wasted orrr “
“Damn I didnt know yall got down like that.”
“Umm when youre stumbling through the door and your first words to all the new girls is hallelujah bitches!
She wasn’t with a guy.
“So tell me more about the party. Like was there”
who nobody knows anyway
is that Cheyenne is just out of it because her friends now telling her she doesnt want to rush anymore and for one its like look,
Wait, who’s hannah?
Hannah’s the leader of her sorority.
Ooooh, Okay, I see why now
-Yeah, I mean if word got around that would literally mean she was going around their backs to cover up that she was lying.
> Right. Yeah I hear what you sayin. She’s trying to make it seem as if it never concerned yall in the first place but if thats the case then she dont need to be acting like she got the right to be trusted.
This goes beyond reputation. Manipulating emotions just cus she has none of her own. Conniving biitch. just to get her way goes beyond reputation.
Aint nobody wanna be around that energy.
> So what you tell her?
I get schizophrenic when it comes accepting new ways of being. The person I made him out to be was the perfect cure for my suffering. All those forgetful nights of boredom I knew what I needed all along, but was to scared to do it myself.
------ Frat house halloween party kidnap scene ----
GD shaman prays to shango for power to go out by mantra. Squad in car repeats the same mantra. The power goes out at 1:00 (or peak of the party).
Tycho throws blue flare through the side of the window
at the Tycho must find Chad and lure him downstairs near the door so the squad can get the keys to the room full cocaine and adderal. After looking everwhere he’s no where to be found. He walks in on a couple having with the girl in missionary with devil ears. “Yo chad that you?” Its
(fuckem x3) Music stops from power so he sneaks in wireless speaker in his robot costume and puts it at one end of the room. Squad member 1 will carry bigger wireless speaker and set it down when he storms in. Tycho also brings a timed strobe light to distract people and keep the illusion of the party still going.
Tycho runs down stairs and towards door with chad chasing him. Squad slaps tape and mask on him and carries like a battering ram although theyve already kicked the door.
*Power turns back on*
“Fuck em, fuck em, nigga get out my section
Don’t want to see him, I don’t want to touch him
*waves zippo lighter in front of face so chad can see him through mask*
“Ima count 3 seconds and your dead on 5 if i dont get this combination” says calmly. thus saiyth the lord thy god”
“Three... No mercy”
“Two.. Shall be given unto those”
*gives code*
“One.”
Love takes many shapes and forms.Tycho never opened up to people, hating himself for being incapable of feeling what others felt. He wanted more so he went spiritual. Which his close friends perceived as going off the deep end."Ayy whatsup bro you tryna smoke?""I have a calc exam tomorrow but I'm down after."Aight good luck on your studying tonight and then kill it tomorrow I know you got this calc is your specialty can't say the same for me but that's why you always tutored me haha."Let me know if you need more help.
Figuring their was no bounds and he could be whatever, even silent, and experience irony rather than fate. How bland, he thought, to have a life plan and nothing to look forward to. Running drugs would be a necessary chain reaction. The highest elixer exceeding the bliss provided by the very weight he'd be pushing, itd be getting off on defying his own life, leaving spirit his only option. And so like a blackbird his soul seeks experience only in the clearest degree of visibility. Swerving transgressions of lonliness to levy the burdens of contrived responsibilities at societies every turn until his flight patterns veer from the trodden path to and fro the calling of reality in which he desires to preside over as a God of many statures. Untainted by works, head first into the entity of the adversary, of which he is able to predict the situational consequence in only a glimpsing moment before havoc ensues and the final hour is upon him, his loose wings coated with astral charcoal of depravity. Be caught slipping once and he loses the jump until the enevitable program takes its course - an unstoppable relationship between fate and reckoning that must be fulfilled as day turns to night. Once that happens he reverts back to being like the rest of them. Yet to the world, now desolated beyond repair, hed still be alive, exuding a calm presence that something is not quite right with him existing without remorse. The truth is simple enough, a hint just ever so slight as to never be able to cross the threshold of utterance, thus becoming rendered a convinction of self delusion on the part of the unknowing accuser, who by this time hates himself for even thinking badly of such a good guy to make peace with. The collage curtails past the illusion of what is already known and at last the watchers take notice and thus regeneration is able to take place along all the land, allowing for new energy to take the throne of anticipation. One that has harnessed the potential to become anything the wonder puts his mind too.
So what if I'm imaginative?
Yolandra: I mean everyone's different in their own way. Like yeah the soroitys have a dress code and all that Starbucks and capris. But I don't know. You just have to get know a person for who they are and not how the outside world perceives them to be.
T: So what'd you first think of me?
Yolandra: Honestly not much anything. You were one of those people who could be anything. But then I overheard you say taurus's are gold diggers and I hated you cus I'm a taurus.
T: Oh sorry I really didn't mean it like that but c'mon now I can tell you have a taste for finer things you bougie little.. Boob. *laugh\ haha "you know what I mean"
It doesn't bother you? What? That so much could go wrong so quickly? Look, deep down he's telling you his heart lies with getting over and you let him because that's /just what you like about him, how deep he gets. cus he's a sad and selfish individual who was never about loving anything other than vanity. The best thing to do would be to trust his actions, intentions aren't what's important right now. Really, forget about the soul connection. Loves comes through all types of people as long as you're open to receiving them. Those energies. Don't lose yourself in the illusion. Without ever taking credit for what truly matters which should be you.
Then your fashion made sense to me.
T: I'm so caught up in myself. I mean, it's impossible to know anything else. I'll never get to stand in your shoes. Its just truth. Yet I'm the bad guy.
You're not like the other people I've met.
T: Yeah I'm kind of loner if you couldn't tell already.
I guess that's a good thing.T: Hey it's okay. I get that a lot... Wait what do you mean you guess?
Ive found that who evers saying does a 180 in their normalcy. Knowing your even here right now is a good thing. Knowing that you're with me even when im not. Don't you think?
Starting out with confidence and ending strong to be lucky if I'm not hurt. Tell me what you want out of this. Sometimes I feel so lame, then I realize how fun itd be to not care. Through the window screen i see parchments and grass blades, this is an image I've sought to ignore for its blandness thinking I was over recognizing such mundane structures. The sunlight made me drunk with non verbal contemplation. I crave this heat when I'm in low spirits. And a breeze when I'm high. My thoughts are channeled from a lonely place (My thoughts come from a lonely place) I've had no choice but to become accustomed to for my own sanity. To work faster and breach that veil of reckonning. So unreachable and enticing at the same time.T
When I'm alone, welcome something more than the past if you ever cared to help me.
This isn't the only world out there. And even if it was the material would eventually reach infinity. Then a black hole would open or something. Don't quote me on that, science is the hottest thing going right now. It cant hurt to butt in unofficially. As long as no one calls you on it. The universe molds to your confidence. That's another story. At the end of the day, I have too much pride to be a scientist. The God they're serving calls for a lot of self sacrifice. A self that ignores emergency when called to speak. A self i'm not prepared to lose. "Why are you here again, nothing will change, you're gonna be quiet like last time" any handle on reality I had during the sun rise flees like an ex girlfriend into the night. I'm not prepared to lose. Anxiety is that humid feeling you get when roughnecking the time away. Jaded peripherals, internet browsing, and fading friends initiate a color spectrum so cruelly vivid in its inability to be shared with the CVS cashier who looked at you wrong because you bought 3 4oz bottles of robitussin. A man who couldnt care to see the streets, stop signs, and traffic lights. Man is a slang term we use when caught in the moment. Of which matrix programming loves to grasp onto.
--- 10/25/17 wednesday
So here I am enjoying a piece of lackluster nothing for the sake of something I've agreed to experience in a past life I can't even remember but somehow must make amends to as if its an actual concrete thing I can touch and make sense out of without caring to ponder how life puts us in these type situations like getting your hair done a new way and meeting a friend of a friend superficially without ever following up like aight word up bro I feel you by the way hows life and what's the special fact I should become one with in this moment while not thinking too much in to things or else id be alone as if we're not alive under the stars for any other reason than to be happy but still to me that becomes too much like a flash in time rather than something meaningful because then sex would have to be our purpose for being here but you and I both know it's more complicated than that so we look into it via memories and realize the journey was brighter than the reward as in I don't remember the actual sex part but rather the day as a whole with stained glass sprinkled in on a film reel to push the past into something real and unexplainably alluring to the self of which we projected this light onto in order to perhaps know in advance maybe how to repeat this metaphysical phenomenon for a second time because we're not quite there yet although at this rate if seems that to finally reach a state of thereness would mean we wouldn't be able to be here right now having this conversation like a building block struck from below or a house of cards we have to keep faith that every moment plays its part because we had an emotion for it and therefore couldn't be rendered to nothing in a wreckless attempt force it all together rather let each tile compliment it's neighbor and bypass the need for destruction by allowing enough caring energy to flow through that filter mechanism within you that deems lifes moments as worth remembering or forgetting and pretend you never heard about forgetting and avoid it like the plague because everything that ever was is depending on you to go forth into righteous so that gods original intention for letting go of unwanted baggage be synthesized within your vessel of upgrades intelligence so that the journey can still be appreciated only this time without th deceptive veil of the end.
to question the little things that somehow don't mean much but at the same time appear to us daily as conduits for good fortune and thats what we must uphold
___ 11/2/17 thursday
I you and me playcated on a surface of stones that match our longing to search in the wrong places. Convenient are we done such a conceivable time that is time which is also time because what more can be said other than us winding down a fire escape to an inexplicable hatch sitting like paper mache on our transformative spiritual natures. Gone already but not forgotten just make sure to take the negative side of every situation involving 1 or more parties so as to make sure the rythym is in order because you can't go wrong with challenging the status quo of an area you're not suppose to be in even if that seems too easy and superficial it's the right choice because even the idea of rebellion as a bad thing must be able to project into a physical thing prompt for examination so secrets may be revealed. Wouldn't you know i stopped believing in faith due to its redundancy of chasing metaphysical strings too far out for us to put into words and isn't that the source of all our angst. Depraved of propositional phrases and elemental tables it's all so clear to me now. Casandra had a bag and Mikey had his sneakers in the forefront like a low hanging fruit but of course they had personalities that weren't so easy to see unless the hard work of interfacing came into the equation. Lets judge people based on judging for the sake of basing ourselves onto something not within our realm of reality. Perception is a hard question i think maybe inanimate objects could tell us a thing or two. Low pressure sodium lamps.Documentorial lecture hall amps failing to reach the end of the pyramid turned 90 degrees away from its focal point. May disease not reach our unexplainable selves if ever they may inhabit our temporary vessels like a friend who has no friends but you and wants desperately to get along with others but is attached to your ways. Are we in hell? What can our astral travels tell us about signaling locations with Etheric marks of time dialation. Things are what they are by defintion or they wouldn t be things however stepping the observer up a notch sets in motion cancer to grow from the singular notion that we ourselves separate on a cost of lightening our load.
I am partly responsible for this mess we have made. Pulling my hair out in thin strands so as to not make a difference. Some people just don't understand what it means to be so far gone yet in a place of enchantment that lets us know we're not alone as Michael Jackson plays on the ham radio and Wikipedia says the song was written by r kelly. I'm a solitary young man, joined at the seams complacency and red-ridden vanishing points to a line of sight I'd rather not identify with if I had a choice. I'm seriously considering becoming rich and famous despite others already forcing me to. I guess eventually my spirit will give in as my soul looks from a distance and says what a fool I am then goes about his day. You can't be like the rest of them no matter how hard you try. Thinking on the sensualities you avoided after this rap shit led you no where. The palace at the height of creation where Jesus stopped and stared to collect his thoughts before he kept going when his alarm rang as his slave bending consistency tracked the new melinnia into a moldy piece of sandstone cheese the better of which tasted nutty with fruity notes and 80% abv shards of liquid glass on the throat thatd make even an immortal weep a shy tear or two. The pigs down in Mississippi feel things we can't understand in their slaughterhouse decrepit and forwarned in a musk ridden air flow that's non existent to hypocritical angels who were supposed to stop atrocity but opted to sit on their ads and play virtua tennis all day. Oink says the pig. Hee haw says the donkey. Give me life says the God and there on the 30th night fags came to tell the story on their faces. The bag lady told them to shut up and stop whining but they wouldn't listen though they lost their ability to speak. Goodness gracious me oh my great balls of fire. Great balls of ball you are the Lord of my lonely century in this dimension I took awareness to when I allowed you into my heart space.And then I left asking my self: Who is this I?
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Let’s stand for a while and think about the dastardly ways we have gone under the waters and flew away from temptation. Have us saying isnt it so pretty to be in something and have that to fall back on due to the struggles of forgetting the place we come from which didnt always have it out for us this bad in refusing us of inconjunctions we can at least point to and blame our problems on saying “See! There, I told you so. That’s why we cant find our beginning!” And we’ll keep toilling the fields as halflings saving up for a chance to leave the very universe we serve.
“So thats more like it. Finally something I can get my flows on to” Shelly the alien said.
“The Stars dont have to like you just because you see them. They have their place and so do we” Gerald said.
“Oh but they do.”
“How do you know?”
“Well for one they always shine bright at the most oppurtune times, like when I’m feeling down about the part of myself that conveinently seems to escape me just when I need it most. If that be so then put me on to something else and that’ll do just fine.”
“Perhaps you're not as big as you thought ” Gerald held up his hand to salvage what was left of the dissolving psychic barrier between them. An invisible giant with an ocd issue. For now he could only listen.
“No im not here to choose and thats exactly why Im not afraid to go where you can’t. Having the courage to admit your wrongs requires as much energy as universal rotation itself - a force which exists beyond our pleaidien awareness. ”
“ But Shel- Okay whatever” Gerald paused and rolled the horizon through his scaly fingertips. “Keep calling on the unknown and you might get lost because it’s been there forever and sometimes Look, Shelly, no offense, you know I love you, but your awareness has no filter on what representation it can cling onto like danger isnt a reality to you. Me and Dazel always had to look out for you and thats just in this world what makes you think you can take on things you cant even see?
“But do you believe in me? Anyone can say they love me. I’ve been hearing that my whole life. So much that it holds the same meaning as “um” does in conversation. Is that really the final conclusion we have at the end of the day? That you love me? Besides, I dont think you really meant that.”
“Here goes Miss Type-1 personality again. Always needing to label circles into squares, stars into gods, this as that, out of an inability to cope with insecurity. Leaving the rest of us as unwilling participants.”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT’S WRONG IN NATURE?” Shelly bawled.
The beach of Temofose was out of walking distance from the orange cottage they grew up in with there Mom. When they were young it was somewhere theyd go when they had nothing else to do. Euweu Sister Beach was the brighter of the two, but now too populated for their liking. Temofose is less frequented by other families and polluted by cargo ships and a lack of open views but as they stood there a semblence of twilight through the holographic cages offered closure to the purpose of them arguing in the elements about a timeline Shelly was going to step into And no matter what argument he could put forth, Gerald thought of it fruitless unless he spoke from his heart, a heart of which Shelly was currently taking the place of, so that he could not use it against her.
“Shelly, I just hope you can understand how I dont want to let you go.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. But it’s my choice. Have a good njght Gerald. I love you” She said as she went into darkness.
Summer Break 2018
As a street light exploring strip malls, I am a linoleum tile on top of a trapezoid emitting frames of rave scenes. Heres where I find myself walking through last nights dream of the gang member selling duck pussy then getting assaulted by a pizza guy and a cop. Alone after those nights. Seems love was never meant to be expressed but felt. I look inside to see if I’m about to die, seeing diamonds mixed with sky. Materializing in the backdrop of my memories. Now I know why.
Now I know.
Then a wren on the fence manifests when it needs to. The perspective pyramid is that I pleaded for a higher calling. There’s nobody bohemian as me. One day I’ll take this civic off the road and escape into my sacred grove. If only I wasnt such a bitch.
I carry my single briefcase through the airport parking lot. I’m hot and out of breath. Everyone watching me. I can read their thoughts but not my own. They say look at the guy who isnt me but is still conscious enough to move his vessel.
The a/c runs down to the end of the terminal, but my spirit is squared by the stores selling vain material. The pyramid of perspective is an accordian overlayed on my mind’s eye televises scenes too chaotic to put into words. Walking through customs is an event to be remembered, I tell myself. Anyone who catches my glimpse pauses for a split second, calibrating my own opinion of the why in life. A definition of nuance that was never meant to be expressed but felt. To sense what I’ve been wanting, free and alone, after all those wasted days. I board the flight to say finally I am my own religion. If I was flying over africa I’d see bon fires, but over Georgia I only see street lights. Thinking how absurd that they will speak of me as crazy. Others will listen. A vibration through these amber aisles to look no further than my destiny. Because everyone has their destination is the way it goes. I refuse. I’m tired of being a number. Atlanta had its place. Now I’m homeless in Tokyo. This is the not-so perfect end to the chapter planned out for me by the higher power. Not-so bad neither.
Save me. I’m on the other side now.
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May I request the brothers+Diavolo & Barbatos reactions to mc saying they want to tell them a secret, but when they lean down mc kisses their cheek and runs off?
This is such a cute scenario >.<
THE BROTHERS + DIAVOLO + BARBATOS reacting to MC kissing their cheek and running off
Lucifer:
Already has a smug grin on his face the minute you tell him to lean down; hes not dumb. He knows what youre about to do. So, he leans down and lets you kiss his cheek but dont think you'll get away that easily. He'll have you back in his arms in no time, forcing you to look up at him "all you had to do was ask, (Y/N). " before kissing you for real this time.
Mammon:
Blushes like crazy and calls you out. Its a mix of "why did ya just do that???!!!" And "of course ya wanted to kiss the great mammon but lets kiss for real this time!!!" Also will chase after you and probably catch you because he needs to feel that again
Leviathan:
He already knew it wasn't a good idea to lean down but he was distracted by the anime playing so whatever? But the minute those lips touched his cheeks? Almost falls off his chair and hurries to run after you because you cant just do that!!!
Satan:
S H O O K because he was still distracted by the book he was reading and just leaned down so you can tell him whatever while his eyes still skimmed the pages. Those lips though ? Super softly and he needs to feel them again. Come back!!!
Asmodeus:
Sidhsjiwiajas he SAW IT HAPPEN so he took a chance and turned his head just in time to capture your lips with his, smiling against them, "ne, (Y/N), you cant expect me to fall for that ~"
Beelzebub:
Confused af. One minute hes leaning down to your level, the next minute you kiss his cheek and run off. Lightly touches his cheek where you kissed him and looks after you, kind of in a daze.
Belphegor:
He honestly laughs at you for doing that. Lowkey turns soft and smiles, running after you. Its almost like a "kids chasing each other on the playground" scenario and its just super soft and I stan
Diavolo:
He was so interested in that secret okay how DARE you kiss his cheek and not tell him a secret anyway. He doesnt even care if its a lie or not just tell him SOMETHING!!! Come back you little gremlin!!!
Barbatos:
Jokes on you he already knew you were going to do this and heavily anticipated the feeling of your lips against his cheek. Its not sneaky when you can look into the future like him but PLOTTWIST! he kisses your cheek back before you can run off.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me scenarios#barbatos obey me#obey me lord diavolo#asmodeus obey me#belphegor obey me#leviathan obey me#obey me lucifer#mammon obey me#obey me satan#beelzebub obey me
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Alive
Alright, warning: Spoilers for this entire au cuz this blog is like dead and I also gave up towards the end, so parts of it are half-assed. I wrote this a while back and the real reasons I’m posting this is because 1) like I said before, this blog is dead 2) I’m writing a part two that someone might ACTUALLY LIKE and 3) eh.
Original song: ‘Alive’ sang by David Hasselhoff from the musical ‘Jekyll and Hyde’
(yes, ik fiend doesnt rhyme with hyde, but shh
Without further adieu, please try not to cringe at this! (~Mod Laf)
The whispers were filling his head while shadows clouded his vision. The whispers began laughing. Laughing and laughing like hyenas and clawing up his body and wrapping around his arms to keep him from moving and they took a vice grip on his neck-
Thomas gasped sharply, trying desperately to breathe. One shadow, larger and more menacing than the rest, was before him.
“Give up.”
Its voice held the cruelty of some sick mixture of Hitler, Trump, and the Devil himself. He wanted to tell it ‘No’- he wanted to resist more, but his body was growing numb. The shadow smiled deviously as Thomas began to cough up some strange black ooze.
“You’re mine now, space boy.”
The tortured man’s agonized scream was cut off by him and the shadows disappearing from sight. John was the first one up and running into the hallway in the direction of the scream, the rest of the team close behind. The window at the end of the hallway was, rather eerily, open and the five remaining men wasted no time in suiting up and splitting up to scour the city for the missing friend.
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Meanwhile, on top of a random roof in the city, 'Dusk' groaned audibly as he got to his knees. After a few moments of studying himself, he laughed aloud, the sound boomed as he guffawed. “What is this feeling of power and drive I’ve never known? I feel alive!” He threw his arms up in the air, stumbling back when he sprang to his feet in cheer. “Where does this feeling, of power derive, making me know why I’m alive?”
“Like the night it’s a secret;” he spun around, getting used to standing and not floating, “Sinister, dark, and unknown. I do not know what I seek-” Walking to the edge of the roof, he spread his arms out wide, “-yet… I’ll seek it alone!” The last word rang out into the night while he leaped down onto the next roof.
Dusk had some subtle changes to Thomas; His sclera was black and the iris resembled a nebula, shifting between shades of inky purple to hot pink; Not to mention the unnerving grin on his face.
“I have a thirst that I cannot deprive,” he grabbed a street light and swung around it, “never have I felt so alive!” People were looking up at him in confusion and awe, but he was too in awe himself to take notice or to even care. “There is no battle I couldn’t survive! Feeling like this- Feeling alive!”
Dusk summoned his crooked staff to hook onto the top of the street light and pulled himself up. “Like the moon, an enigma; Lost and alone in the night.” Standing on the very top of the street light, he glared up at the sky that was darkening (mostly likely a storm brewing from Lafayette’s fear of losing his brother again) with gray clouds. “Damned by some heavenly stigma, but blazing with light!” He sang aloud, arms open, and let himself fall backward. Citizens were terrified, and even more so when the strange man disappeared from sight after dissolving into shadows.
Once again on top of a building, much higher than the last, his form changed more. “It’s the feeling of being alive! Filled with evil, but truly alive!” (idk how to describe his look, so i’ll just say he looks the same cuz why the fuck not)It was Thomas’s normal suit, but the wood of the cane turned to black, “It’s the truth that cannot be denied! It’s the feeling of being Dusk the fiend…”
He laughed as he dissolved into shadows once more. While he was moving, he noticed a familiar face, “Wait, my toy? Sweet boy, I thought I had lost you,” he said quietly, licking his lips. Lafayette, unaware of his stalker, kept walking as he looked around frantically for Thomas, “It’s fate, what joy, sweet boy. Your folly will cost you, dear, my dear. You’ll see- You’ll never escape me… I’m here. I fear, that you will pay dear, my dear…”
The oblivious Marquis entered a shadier part of the city. He wasn’t that fearful, for he knew his power could easily defeat hooligan. Little did he know, he was actually searching for the very person to be afraid of. The area lacked the traffic, city lights, and even the bright colors of the main part of New York. Lafayette shuddered eeriness, but it wasn’t until he heard the faint nearby growling did he hear his heart beating.
He whipped around in the direction he heard the noise. Curiosity reigning over his fear, he moved closer, but stayed on his toes. At first, he calmed, thinking it was a dog… yet the glowing eyes in the alleyway told him otherwise. The Frenchman took a tentative step back, swords now in hand. This was no hooligan, and he knew it. The glowing pair of eyes locked with his and even through the black mist Lafayette could see it smile wickedly. He started running, heart thumping, breath quickening, mind racing- Before he could speed forward, he was tripped.
“Animal trapped behind bars at the zoo,” Dusk tried strike him in the head with his staff, “need to run rampant and free!” Lafayette grunted, but thankfully rolled onto his back to block the staff with his swords crossed. The possessed man kicked him in the side, “Predators live on the prey they pursue!” The swords clattered to the ground and Lafayette’s teleportation attempt was cut off by being thrown like a rag doll, “This time the predator’s me!”
Lafayette hit the wall of building, and the wind was knocked out of him. Crumbling to the ground, he coughed up some blood and weakly pushed himself up onto arms to glare up at Dusk. “Thomas…” he mumbled as a shadow was cast over him.
“Lust like a raging desire fills my whole soul with its curse,” Dusk grabbed the Frenchman by the collar as Lafayette tried one last attempt to teleport, “Burning with primitive fire-” it worked, “berserk and perverse!” but the course changed do to his weakened state and added person.
They ended up in the Manhattan. Times Square, to be exact. People and cars moved started to move to stay back but also crowd around the dueling pair as Dusk dropped Lafayette on the ground and floated high above him. “Tonight I’ll plunder heaven blind, steal from all the gods!” Symbols appeared below Laf and he was chained by the hands. Hardly a second passed before Lafayette screamed in agony. “Tonight I’ll take from all mankind, conquer all the odds!” Alex, James, Aaron and John were now on their way over, for they had been called by Hercules on the situation.
Lafayette was barely hanging on to consciousness when he was lifted up again. “And I feel I’ll live on forever,” he gave a feeble glare when Dusk cupped his cheek, “with Satan himself by my side!” Suddenly, Thomas and… whatever it was- were separated from each. The black misty mass continued to grow and rise while Thomas wrapped his brother into a hug and stammering apologies. “And I’ll show the world that tonight and forever the name to remembers the name Dusk the fiend!” Their four friends watched in horror as the mass swirled around the twins.
“No…” was all Aaron could say as the tears ran down his cheeks.
“Thomas… Laf…” James added softly.
Alex gripped his scythe tighter “This can’t be happening. WHAT is happening?!”
John placed a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, “Whatever is going on,” he summoned his whip, “we’ll stop it.”
(Sorry for the cliché folks)
There was a dim light from within the dark cloud of shadow, then it gradually grew brighter. Two pairs of arms and eyes, and wicked smile were the first things anyone could make out. “What a feeling to be so alive! I have never seen me so alive!” The figure emerged from the blackness and peered down at the remainder of the group with an imposing stature. “Such a feeling of evil inside- That’s the feeling of being Dusk the fiend!!”
The god fusion clusterfuck summoned their weapon, a double-headed spear, “With this feeling of being alive, there’s a new world I see come alive!” People were running for their lives as the ground was ripped apart, “It’s a truth that can not be denied!” They made a throne out of the tiles on the ground and sat down, “There’s no feeling like being Dusk the fiend!!!” They held the last note as they kicked their feet up on the arm of the throne they had created and crossed them.
…
It was time for the group’s biggest battle yet.
#hamilton elemental bullshittery#hamilton au#fanfic#songfic#elemental au#superhero au#fanfiction#alexander hamilton#thomas jefferson#john laurens#marquis de lafayette#aaron burr#james madison
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naisy gossip from the past couple of days on: ai’s shapeshifting and the legitimacy thereof, the shape of daisy’s head, trans troubles, daisy being offended by her implied sluttiness, a detour to dick jokes, a detour from dick jokes to feelings jamming, a detour about ines’s annoyingness factor, lesbian island and clea
nickatnightwalker
brief interjection: you doing okay with tweedle drunk and tweedle drunker over there?
sorcieresque
Are you.
nickatnightwalker
well, ive been completely cured of the siren charm probably forever
sorcieresque
Good.
He's not that cute either way.
Tyler's a mess. It's embarrassing.
nickatnightwalker
it's amazing how fast my interest in either of them dropped. like watching a rock plummet off the empire state building and then kill some passers by
nickatnightwalker
anyway me and damian are going for a walk until their blood alcohol levels drop below .6. wanna come
sorcieresque
I take a low res picture, fry it, and caption the rock in comic sans: My interest, the passers-by Tyler's chances of getting laid, the empire state building is captioned God.
I'm not going to third wheel you. I’ll have you know I have better social skills than that.
nickatnightwalker
this is an escape run daise take it or leave it
sorcieresque
Fine.
This doppelganger fiasco is getting boring either way.
nickatnightwalker
shes not real good is she
sorcieresque
No.
Having a 3D mirror was fun for all about twenty minutes, which makes for better bragging rights than most people have ever had. She should be proud.
nickatnightwalker
now do you get what i mean about your head being weird shaped
sorcieresque
Fuck you. My head is perfectly round.
nickatnightwalker
round ish
sorcieresque
Your face is round-ish.
nickatnightwalker
no it's not my jawline is the only good thing my dad ever gave me and you cant erase that fact
sorcieresque
I could if I wanted to.
Take back that my head is weird-shaped.
nickatnightwalker
you cant change my face
sorcieresque
I can and I shall.
nickatnightwalker
cant and shant
sorcieresque
Take it back.
nickatnightwalker
you must have seen it though
sorcieresque
I was too busy being mesmerized by the acute angles of my cheekbones.
nickatnightwalker
huh
you really missed an opportunity there then
sorcieresque
Let a shapeshifter pour themselves into an unholy you-shaped mold and then you shall throw stones.
nickatnightwalker
absolutely not
hey
do you think ai could even turn into me
she doesnt really know what i look like
sorcieresque
What do you mean.
nickatnightwalker
i mean it's not like ive stripped and tap danced through the quad
shes gonna get shit wrong
sorcieresque
Right. I assumed that was left to her vague interpretation.
It's not like she knows what the hot goods look like beneath my skirts.
nickatnightwalker
kind of unsettling
maybe everythings just barbie and ken under there when she turns into us
sorcieresque
On a scale of one to very, how rude would it be to ask her to take her clothes off.
nickatnightwalker
for you i think she would
happily
sorcieresque
I know.
It's charming.
My intentions are only pure and scientific.
nickatnightwalker
that part she might not love
sorcieresque
That sounds like a her-problem.
nickatnightwalker
itll be a you problem if she says no
sorcieresque
What if she knows how to mold us to a T.
nickatnightwalker
how could she possibly
sorcieresque
Magic? (Finger waving, etc.)
nickatnightwalker
no, she has to know what somethign looks like to be it
theres no way
shes gotta just be vague nothing underneath
sorcieresque
Then what's the big deal.
Don't be a pussy.
nickatnightwalker
well excuse me for being reluctant if the odds arent 100% against her finding out ive GOT one
sorcieresque
What, did you forget you're not the only one in the world?
She didn't seem to know about me.
nickatnightwalker
theres a lot less to guess on with you daise
nickatnightwalker
no offense but im pretty sure everyone heres seen you shirtless or close enough to to make a good approximately of nearly everything going on up there
nickatnightwalker
and most of us have seen your ass too
sorcieresque
That's an exaggeration, but you're welcome.
There is not "less" going on with me, just different issues in the downstairs department.
nickatnightwalker
no, not less, just less that people dont know about
it's the public semi-nudity daise
sorcieresque
You make it sound a lot worse than it is.
sorcieresque
You'd think after all these years you wouldn't be so scandalized of my alleged indecency.
nickatnightwalker
oh no im not but everyone else isnt hardened to it yet
sorcieresque
Haha.
Hardened.
nickatnightwalker
i dont get it
can you explain?
sorcieresque
Penis Havers + Sight of Skin = Profit.
nickatnightwalker
hm. yknow ive always managed it without the sight of skin part?
sorcieresque
Ooh, Mr. Nick, ooh.
sorcieresque
The mere sight of your melaninless face sends every phallus in a two mile radius from solid to mega solid.
nickatnightwalker
you joke and yet
sorcieresque
Deepthroating a banana is cheating.
nickatnightwalker
no it is NOT
besides thats just how i eat them
sorcieresque
Perhaps you and Ines are much more similar than you'd like to believe.
nickatnightwalker
please, as if she could eat a banana like i can
sorcieresque
She can unhinge her jaw, Nick.
nickatnightwalker
you got me there
but that really seems like a sacrifice in terms of pressure and suction
sorcieresque
I suddenly don't care about this.
nickatnightwalker
some principles are universal daisy
sorcieresque
I hardly see how unhinging your jaw would aid one outside of pleasing the mighty sword of Venus, oh Great Kahuna of Oral Sex.
nickatnightwalker
itd kinda be win some lose some just because youd get greater range of motion but lose a lot of use of your lips
sorcieresque
Not that this conversation isn't dripping mystery and pulsing with excitement, but are you okay.
nickatnightwalker
what
oh yeah he just asked if i like being human
nickatnightwalker
like...idk man do i like that ive been consigned to a particularly fragile and ill-fitting meat suit? sure i guess, since the alternative was not existing at all
shout out to my dads poor planning aaaaaaaay
sorcieresque
Aaaay!
Asking you that must count as a micro-aggression around here.
nickatnightwalker
oh fuck if i know everything is a micro-aggression around here asking somebody their favorite food is a micro-aggression around here
"hey whats your favorite color"
"do you not know how PERSONAL colors are to me once a color murdered my entire family and now im forced to brood silently yet threateningly whenever i see it"
sorcieresque
Does he like *not* being human? Respond in 2000-5000 words MLA format on your desk by tomorrow.
nickatnightwalker
as a matter of fact thats exactly what i just told him
sorcieresque
Twinsies.
nickatnightwalker
i bet we could start telling people that tomorrow and theyd swallow it hook line and sinker
sorcieresque
On that note, has Damian grown out of his sisterwife kink yet?
nickatnightwalker
while i dont know what his personal feelings are on it
knocking that joke out of the repertoire was part of the motherfucking bargain in exchange for letting him talk to me after hurricane daniel
sorcieresque
You've always been good at haggling.
nickatnightwalker
thank you
you know i really, really debated putting an allowance in there for a while?
sorcieresque
Ha!
Perhaps not quite so good, then.
nickatnightwalker
that was a trade off for my own self respect daisy
sorcieresque
I suppose some of you /humans/ have that.
nickatnightwalker
oh god dont even go there or i'll vanish your hair too
sorcieresque
Someone's touchy.
nickatnightwalker
shes just about as annoying as an asscrack full of sand
sorcieresque
An asscrack full of sand and sticky hands from a rapidly melting Popsicle?
nickatnightwalker
with sand glued onto your arms and legs with too-thick sunscreen scratching gently but persistently at your sunburn
sorcieresque
And your sunglasses are smudged.
nickatnightwalker
and your towel is too sandy to clean them on
sorcieresque
And there's Sandflies.
nickatnightwalker
when you shower youre gonna find dried seaweed down your bathing suit thats been there for hours
sorcieresque
Like lovingly cradling Satan against your crotch.
Anyway.
nickatnightwalker
anyway
shes real fuckin annoying
sorcieresque
She's not so bad.
I would have stopped around the sunglasses.
nickatnightwalker
you havent seen her raging superiority complex up close and personal
sorcieresque
I've seen her raging Mine Song complex.
nickatnightwalker
that is one can of lesbian worms i am not gonna go anywhere the fuck near
nickatnightwalker
im gonna just stay over here in my lane and not get in anywhere near anything the amazon warriors have claimed, up to and including the entire proteus dorm
sorcieresque
What about /my/ problems, Nick.
nickatnightwalker
cleas gotta come out, im not goin in
nickatnightwalker
i dunno if you wanna take on the sapphic equivalent of the mongol horde that's your bad choice not mine
sorcieresque
Well mark my death as "mysterious" on my Wikipedia page and call me sexy Genghis Khan, I'm ready.
nickatnightwalker
is there anything really worth conquering over there anyway
sorcieresque
Yes.
nickatnightwalker
name names bitch!
sorcieresque
What is this, a middle school sleepover?
nickatnightwalker
yep
nickatnightwalker
ive got the popcorn in the microwave now spill
sorcieresque
You're subscribed to the Daily Daisy, I was under the impression that you would have an idea.
Unless it's tagged Nick don't look, in which case you do not, because we respect each other's privacy.
nickatnightwalker
of course i dont
but i have YET to see a name drop
sorcieresque
Are you asking me if there is a lucky military strategist I would particularly like to conquer?
nickatnightwalker
yes
imagine some clapping emojisfor me
sorcieresque
You're very insistent.
nickatnightwalker
well yeah
nickatnightwalker
course i wanna hear whats up
sorcieresque
Oh.
sorcieresque
Well, no single tactician has caught my eye just yet, but I find some of the army members, how do you say, cute.
Ines among them.
sorcieresque
You love to joke about it, but I don't actually find Tyler's game plans all that exciting.
Val's too annoying and Gabriela too dumb to strive beyond eye candy.
I've caught glimpses of Clea, you know.
nickatnightwalker
thats vague and intriguing
keep going
sorcieresque
That's all there is to say.
sorcieresque
Sometimes they are there, and then they are back to being a walking kaleidoscope on steroids.
I think they're cute.
nickatnightwalker
they sent me a picture of them before
yknow, before
why can you see them?
sorcieresque
I don't know.
And oh.
How very juicy of them.
nickatnightwalker
dyou want it
sorcieresque
Absolutely I do.
nickatnightwalker
[it's an incredibly middle-school mirror selfie]
sorcieresque
I see.
Thank you for your candor.
nickatnightwalker
youre welcome
you and clea all straightened out?
after what they said and everything
i know they apologized but still
sorcieresque
I made them clamber up the vine and hang from my window. It was very romantic.
nickatnightwalker
oh thats so smooth im impressed
of you i mean since you told them what to do
sorcieresque
And isn't that a most excellent quality in a person.
nickatnightwalker
obedience?
generally speaking a better quality in a housepet than a person but cleas got other perks
sorcieresque
Yes?
And what would those be.
nickatnightwalker
a fourth dimension
australian accent
sorcieresque
The compulsive chivalry grew on me.
nickatnightwalker
it really is compulsive i swear they keep trying to stop
sorcieresque
Interesting.
sorcieresque
I could've sworn that was supposed to be their shtick.
nickatnightwalker
i thought their shtick was quirky 90s friend
sorcieresque
They contain multitudes.
That's why they look like that.
nickatnightwalker
well shit youre not wrong there
i feel threatened by their only-sane-man and rational-human motifs though that's really kinda my thing
sorcieresque
Your shtick is far more interesting than being a "rational" person.
nickatnightwalker
thank you
i do try to work that in though
at least sometimes
sorcieresque
Do you think it brings an eclectic factor to the jittery je ne sais quoi of your attractiveness?
nickatnightwalker
absolutely i do
i think it emphasizes that my jitteriness is not unfounded
sorcieresque
Wow, you're even internally consistent.
nickatnightwalker
oh yeah definitely what you see is what you get with me
sorcieresque
Whatever happened to the mystery!
nickatnightwalker
new school new me
sorcieresque
Your transparency of character disgusts me.
nickatnightwalker
oh man daise it disgusts me too
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