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it just keeps happening
#sonic#sonadow#sonic fankid#silvaze#taiream#knuxouge#knouge#floyd the hedgehog#zeppelin the hedgehog#arcane the hedgehog#beetle the fox#queenie the bat#so all of these were solidly in the last post but now they’re just. yeah#floyd is the only only child here#i have made many more of these guys in the doodle margins of my feminist studies notes#i wanted zeppelin and arcane (who goes by a hero name of ‘the clash’) are just normal hero looking types#but i wanted everyone else to be like. punk emo scene#like . 2006 hot topic#beetle is also very solidly based on that one NIN Tails drawing#and yes zeppelin has an older brother named Lead
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y’know, like rAwR xD
scenecore!Momoko because I feel like she would be after going back to New York (there’s a mix of real and non-existent merch here! however, for 2006, it’s slightly anachronistic... whoops)
simple version without the gradient overlays below:
#scenecore#momoko asuka#ojamajo doremi#gir#domo-kun#gloomy bear#skelanimals#pikachu#hamtaro#sergeant keroro#doraemon#hello kitty#yoshi#fan art#digital art#hot topic#could be a wallpaper but uh#it's not wide enough#there were also a ton of things i couldn't fit on here#like those arm socks and a kandi bracelet#but at least i got a ton of other things on here i felt were scenecore!#or might have existed in 2006#some did some didn't#i'm not sure this is scenecore enough lol#also just in time for her birthday lol#even though it's a day early#at the time of posting#also in time for mine 👀#same b-day#quick portfolio tag
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ideal job is the selectively mute clerk of an explicitly goth music/record/cd store. pretentiousness & judgement over tastes is absolutely required in the job description. btw. if some prep comes in asking for taylor swift or whoever i pull on a sign behind me that points to a different store three blocks down. the sign also calls the customer a loser for asking.
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♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid
♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)
♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer
♡ reader; gender neutral
♡cw; parenthood (?), mentions of violence
♡notes; i work with toddlers all day yet still somehow get baby fever- so here’s this i guess lol.
i can’t see Brahms as a dad so skipped out on him this time, Vincent is iffy too but we might come back to him
•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•
Micheal Myers
> micheal never wanted to be a father before he met you
> he knows for a fact he has something terribly wrong with him
> and while it never bothered him…it was far too dangerous to pass on
> but the way you light up when little kids on the street wave to you
> how you talked about building a family when you got drunk and sappy
> and how soft and gentle you were holding your friend’s baby…
> he knew you’d be the perfect parent, good enough to balance any bullshit he was bring to the table
> so it’s maybe not a complete accident when he stalks into the house with a banged up stroller out front
> the baby is crying, his parents passed out from some shit they snorted in the living room
> it makes his job easier when he slits their throats, and he’s sure as hell not sympathetic
> not that he ever is
> he follows the cries upstairs- a tiny little boy is wailing in his crib
> but he stops and stares at Micheal, blue eyes wide as he looms in the door
> at first Micheal thinks the racket it going to start again and braces for the scream
> but the boy reaches for him eagerly instead, making grabby hands and squealing
> it takes a bit of snooping but Micheal finds some paperwork after he’s secured the child in a carrier
> Miles. The boy’s name is Miles, and he’s ten months old- just tiny for his age
> you think he’s fucking with you when he sets a baby carrier on your table that night
> “…that’s Miles.” He mutters and walks away
> you’re pissed but you can’t say you have anything but an urge to protect this tiny boy
> he has red hair, and light freckles and the sweetest disposition
> he’s perfect, surely Micheal wouldn’t just steal a child…not without good reason
> and you notice Micheal still lingering, watching you both
> you try not to smile
> “…well. Gonna help me find somewhere he can sleep or not?”
Thomas Hewitt
> when Charlie brings in the little girl, Luda Mae is beyond excited
> she had no idea the couple she’d sent down their road had a baby
> her dark curls and chubby legs and ruddy pink cheeks remind her so much of Thomas at that age too
> not too far off from one if she’s got it right
> she’s thinking selfishly, she’s always wanted a daughter
> but Thomas’ eyes go so wide when you both walk in
> he’s in awe of the tiny lil thing sleeping against his mama’s shoulder
> he won’t hold her, terrified of hurting her
> but you’re eager to take her for a bit and he gets real close, chin hooked on your shoulder so he can inspect her closely
> she’s all giggles as she touches his mask
> and you’re nearly in tears when she snuggles up against you
> “…yknow…i’ve been thinkin. i’m much closer to grandmama age than mama age now”
> you say yes before Luda can finish her ask - there was nothing you wanted more than a child with Thomas
> he’s hesitant, but he already adores her
> you have no way of knowing her name, so what you should call her is a bit of a hot topic for a few days
> Charlie wants to name her Charlotte because he’s a self centered bastard , and Luda Mae has about a thousand suggestions that come from baby books decades older than you
> but you let Thomas decide
> Audrey Mae Hewitt is what he chooses
> Audrey from a book he read
> Mae from his mama
> and it suits her perfectly
Bubba Sawyer
> “hey cook! look what i got!”
> Drayton about beats Choptop in the plate when he sees him carrying a toddler under his arm like a log
> but he’s kind of impressed such a scrawny dirtbag can carry a chunky kid like that
> the little boy is a healthy weight for two or so, with lil chipmunk cheeks that dimple when he grins
> and the cutest damn mullet you’ll ever see
> Drayton is getting too damn old for this, and there’s only one person he trusts even a minuscule amount in the house
> so he just. hands him to you when you walk into the front room
> “congratulations, it’s a boy”
> you’re confused but excited
> and a bit concerned with how he and Bubba will feel once the man gets home
> a kid is a big commitment- and a man that wears people’s faces can be scary
> but Bubba immediately squeals and beelines for the little one when he staggers in
> they both tilt their heads curiously before the boy tries to climb up his leg
> when he picks him up, the boy gives a huge belly laugh, kicking his legs
> you choose his name- politely declining your boyfriend’s brothers’ insistence on Lil Choppy or Drayton II
> Jedediah Junior sounds perfect to you - little JJ
#slashers#micheal myers#thomas hewitt#micheal myers x reader#slashers x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#bubba sawyer#halloween#slashers x you#tcm#slashers x y/n#slashers headcanons#tcm 2006#tcm 2#bubba sawyer x reader
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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃] SIX
pairing. ex!ran x fem!reader
word count. 7k
series synopsis. bonten is forming and in the midst of it all, you find yourself caught in the sticky webs of your ex boyfriend and current bonten executive, haitani ran.
content. smoking, mild drug use, SMUT, mentions of past alcohol addiction, murder/implied death threats
a/n: i am so SORRRY you all had to wait like two fucking months for the next chapter. I came back from my summer vacation and had my birthday recently so i was inactive sorry sososrryryryryr 😔😔 hope you enjoyed this chapter ily all
2006
You tried concentrating as you poured some milk into your cereal but the sounds of the TV channels being flipped every two seconds drove you to borderline insanity. “Would you chill out?” you asked, glaring at Ran over your bowl of cereal.
“Can’t find anything worth watching.” He was lounging around in your living room, his feet kicked up on your table and shrugged, turning to look at you and flashing a cheesy yet charming grin in your direction.
Your mother walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When she saw a shirtless Ran sitting on her couch, she almost passed out when she saw the litter of tattoos on his chest, trailing up and down his leg and arm.
Ran felt her stare and glanced at her, raising a curious eyebrow and anything she had to complain about instantly faded as she shut her mouth and walked over to the kitchen.
She dragged you to a corner of the kitchen, one where Ran couldn’t hear. “Is this the guy…you were telling me about?” she asked, concerned.
“Yes?” you responded, looking at her weirdly and scooped your spoon back into your cereal. “Why?”
“Why is he here..? At ten in the morning?”
“Oh. Because he slept over.” You took a bite of your food, satisfied with the small unhelpful answers you were giving her.
“Oh. I didn’t see him last night. What time did you get home?”
You shrugged. “Around 2-3?”
She pressed her lips together, firmly. “Where’s his shirt?”
“I got hot during the night,” you laughed but she didn’t find it funny.
“Well couldn’t you give him another one?”
“Unless you want to see him in one of my tank tops then no.” The amusement slowly drifted away when you realised she wasn’t humouring you at all and she was being serious. “Why are you asking so many questions?”
She gave you a concerned look, like she expected the answer to be obvious but it only pissed you off more. Who the hell was she to judge who you liked?
Reading the look on your face, she instantly dropped the topic, not wanting to get into another argument with you, especially not sober. “Okay, fine. I won’t ask any questions.” She crossed her arms and leaned against the cupboard. “Are you at least going to school today? It started three hours ago.”
You shook your head. “I’m staying here with Ran today. You’ll be gone, right? For that job interview?”
“...yeah. My AA sponsor said I should start getting back on my feet.”
“Good.” You put your cereal bowl down. “I can stop carrying the household on my back and you can start doing your job as a mother,” you said sweetly, tilting your head condescendingly to the side.
She returned your incredibly fake smile for a second and then sighed, dropping the act and returning back to concerned mother. “Skipping school for a boy though…? Is that really smart?”
You glared at her, pushing your side off the counter to stand in front of her. “Don’t start this. Not now. I’m happy, and he makes me happy. If you cared about me, you’d accept it. Hiro likes him too!”
She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to come off as gentle yet firm. “You may think he makes you happy, but—”
“I think I know what I like mom. I’m eighteen! I’m not some child that doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“You’re dating a guy that looks at least twenty—”
“I’m nineteen,” Ran called back from the living room, his eyes glued onto his phone.
Your mother’s mouth closed shut as she ate down her words and you looked at her, waiting to see what bullshit she’d come up with next. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t know he could hear us.”
“So?”
Your mother grabbed your hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “What you’re going through, baby, is what every teenage girl goes through at your age. It’s a phase.”
“It’s not a—fuck! Mom!”
“It is!! I went through the same thing at your age. Next thing you know I got knocked up by a—” she lowered her voice to ensure Ran couldn’t hear this time, “a delinquent. And how do you think that turned out?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. He fucking left. Where else do you think your dad is right now?”
“I don’t care about that man. Ran is nothing like that. He actually cares about me. He got me a job, taught me things and even let’s me stay at his place when I don’t want to stay here.”
“Wait, you stay at his? Like live with him?”
You nodded slowly. “The fact you don’t even know when I’m gone is concerning. What’s the problem anyway?I use protection if that’s what you’re so scared of—”
“I just don’t want you fucking up your life like I did mine. Especially at your age. Okay?”
“Who said I’m—” Your mother shushed you when your volume was starting to rise. You cleared your throat and spoke again, but more quietly, “who said I’m fucking my life up?”
“You’re literally skipping school!”
“It’s the first time! Just for today! It’s his only free day, okay? I dunno when I’ll be able to spend time with him again. Just let me have this. Please? I’ll catch up on my school work tomorrow. I promise.”
“He’s not a good influence, baby. You’re smart, you can do better than this.”
“Are we done here?” You sighed, rubbing your temples in irritation. Your mother looked like she had more to say but closed her mouth and slowly shook her head. “Good.” You walked away from the kitchen, into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to Ran.
You waited until your mother walked back up the stairs before turning to face Ran, putting your head on his shoulder.
“Hey, pretty girl. You done arguing with your mother yet?” He said, attention fully on his phone and lifted his arm up to wrap around your shoulder, holding you tightly against his side.
“Hiya,” you smiled and nuzzled your face in his chest, taking in his strong scent. “My mother thinks you’re a bad influence.”
“Can’t say I disagree,” he said, grinning. You playfully slapped his arm and he slid his hand down to your sides before lifting you up and to straddle his lap.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you said softly, lacing your arms behind his head and leaning down to peck him on the lips. “She’s just a hypocrite.”
“It’s fine baby. C’mere.” You shifted on his lap to rest your head against his shoulder. “You worry too much. Who cares what people think.”
“I don’t care. I just hate her fucking opinion. She always judges everything I do. Then once she starts drinking again she becomes the most irresponsible person on the planet, but expects me to be a saint? It’s so tiring.”
Ran hummed and kissed your forehead. “Want me to make you feel better?”
You bit your lip and looked up at him before smiling. He tossed his phone on the opposite couch and flipped your positions, your back resting flat against the couch as he hovered over you. You erupted in a fit of giggles and laughter as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you squirm and squeal with excitement. The buzz of butterflies flew in your stomach as he kissed down your belly. Your shorts were short enough to show him the lace of your panties Mira helped you pick out during your shopping spree last week. You watched intently, bunching his long hair up and out of his face as his lips lingered close to your thighs. Your breath hitched as he stuck out his tongue, running it along the thin fabric, then licked a trail back up your body, to your face, kissing you deeply.
Your mother watched from the staircase shaking her head in disappointment as she watched you fall for someone like him. She's had experience with guys like Ran, she knows what kind of monster they are deep down inside and knows exactly how they were. After all, she fucked around with a guy like that and got pregnant at 20. Your dad was a deadbeat, refusing to accept you as his own and left when you were four. Ever since that night, she's been drinking to cope with the loneliness, unable to function by herself after getting so attached to him. They'd be on and off for a couple years, and constantly get your hopes up that you'd be a happy family, but they just weren't meant to work out.
In all honesty, she would have loved for you to meet someone else, a nice guy who could give you a stable relationship, but that's impossible. In her eyes, Ran was bad news, he was all fun and games, but deep down he had no feelings for you other than lust. And once you fell for him, he would use you until he got bored and moved onto the next girl. She couldn't imagine why you would fall for him. But it was obvious how happy you are with him. So you can only hope that she was wrong. That maybe one day you will meet someone special, and not end up like her.
So she let out a heavy sigh, and went back upstairs.
Present day.
It had been a week, and the phone Mikey gave you remained eerily silent, devoid of any notifications or messages. You spent the weekend at Shion’s house, keeping conversations to a minimum, only sharing faint smiles when he’d place his hand on your waist for a kiss. You weren’t in the mood, and you felt guilty for taking your sour mood on him, but the conversation with Dona and the plan Mikey and Sanzu formed had put a damper on your entire mood.
You hadn’t left Shion’s house either; instead, you laid on the bed, consumed by your thoughts about what you’d have to do with Mira. Your finger hovered over Mira’s contact for a few moments before you finally decided to get over yourself and text her.
You: MIRAA i missed you so much. Are you free anytime soon?
You cringed at the text but sighed and hit send. Mira seemed likely to be busy, what with her engagement to the head of police, or chief of police? Frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to remember Naoto’s job title. While waiting for her response, you managed to clean both Shion’s bedroom and the living room. Boredom had driven you to it, there was nothing else for you to do anyway.
Ran’s number remained blocked, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault that lackeys broke into Hiro’s house and beat him half to death like you thought initially. But at the end of the day, you still promised Hiro you’d stay away from Ran. It wasn’t as simple as it sounded, especially since the initial anger toward him had faded now that you knew the incident wasn’t planned, not even Mikey had been aware of it.
You were in the midst of wiping down the kitchen counters, earphones playing your favourite song in your eyes when your phone suddenly buzzed in your back pocket. The vibration startled you, and you hastily set the cleaning wipes aside. After drying your hands on the sides of your jeans, you grabbed your phone from your pocket.
Mira: HEY!!!!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH :( SORRY BUT I’M BUSY ALL WEEK. I’M FREE THIS WEEKEND THOUGH. IS SATURDAY ALRIGHT?
You chewed the inside of your cheek, taking a moment to think. Next Saturday seems fine, but you feel by then it’ll have already been two weeks and you don’t want to wait too long before Mikey and Sanzu think you’re stalling. You brought out the burner phone in your dresser and unlocked it, pulling out Dona’s saved contact details and called her for advice.
You had a few questions on your mind to ask her. How long does it take to piss Mikey off, how many bodies does Sanzu have, how to quit this Bonten agreement with all your limbs and organs intact. It still angered you to even think about asking Dona, especially after the argument, but you had no other choice.
It seemed like the idea of talking to you pissed Dona off as well since she practically growled, “What the hell do you want?” the second she picked up the phone.
“Oh grow up, would you? This 8 year one sided grudge you have isn’t cute.”
“Did you think for a second that maybe it’s not a ‘one-sided grudge’ and I just genuinely don’t fucking like you?”
You rolled your eyes so far back in your head and settled down on the bed with a hefty sigh. “Cool. Anyway, are you free on Saturday?”
“...why?”
“Is it not fucking obvious why?” you snapped. There was a long silence on the other end before you groaned loudly. “Mira? The plan? The whole entire reason we’re even talking right now?”
“Oh. That. Can’t, sorry. I’m busy on Saturday.”
“Well that’s the only day Mira is available so clear up some damn room and cancel your plans.”
“I’ll think about it.” Dona said.
“‘Kay. Thank you D—” There was a beep and the disconnected sound blared in your eyes. “Bitch.” You tossed the burner back into the dresser with a thud and you quickly made sure you didn’t crack the screen. Inspection over, you grabbed your main phone and texted Mira saying you couldn’t wait to see her this weekend, smiling when she sent a string of emojis mixed with hearts and smiley faces before disappearing offline.
Your heart warmed knowing she hadn’t changed a single bit, always sending those same string of emojis whenever you both parted ways during texts. You left your phone on the bed, about to head back to the kitchen when your phone buzzed against the sheets. You picked up the phone, only to see there were no notifications. Confused, you looked around, remembering the burner phone and grabbed it.
The phone only had 9 saved numbers: Mikey, Sanzu and Dona were the only ones that you knew of. You didn’t bother checking the rest. Pulling up the contacts, you saw the names of all the other executives: Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Takeomi, Mochizuki and Kakucho.
“Oh my god, Kaku,” you said to nobody but yourself. You were faintly acquainted with Kakucho, only saying hello and exchanging waves whenever you crossed paths, which wasn’t often either. You barely saw Ran’s friends back then except Rindou.
You checked the recent messages on the burner. You couldn’t help but feel lightness in your chest when you saw the message was from Ran.
Ran: so this is where you’ve been hiding
You smiled at the text, shifting onto your back on the bed and typed back a response.
You: how did you find me
Ran: you forget who I work for?
You: oh. yeah makes sense
You: so what do you want
Ran: i miss you
You: u went 8 years without me. You’ll live
Ran: and I joined a criminal organisation, cut my hair short and dyed it pink and purple. What does that tell you
You: that I’m amazzzingggg
Ran: ik u are.
Ran: come over tonight
You: I can’t sorry. I made a promise that I can’t see u again
Ran: I would take that seriously if you didn’t make that same exact promise to ur mother ten years ago
Ran: and I still got u in my bed
You: …
You: fine. But I don’t want your drivers driving me around anymore.
Ran: thought you would like the princess treatment
You: no I don’t. You can help buy me a car tho?
Ran: ?
You: plsplsplsplspslspslssss
Ran: I’ll think about it
You: and I’ll see you tonight
Ran: alright baby
“I’m back!” Shion called from the front door.
You turned your phone off and entered the living room, approaching Shion from behind. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bear hug. He stumbled forward from the impact, taking a second to catch his footing before peeking behind his arm at your face dug into his back. “Aw, you missed me.”
He turned around and you let go of his waist, his hands rising to hold your face and plaster a wet sticky kiss on your forehead.
“Ew, gross,” you mumbled, a hint of a playful smile on your lips as you wiped your hand over the leftover spit. He grumbled for you to shut up and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge door to examine its contents. “I’m not gonna be home on Saturday,” you said as you followed behind him.
“Really? Why?”
“I’m hanging out with Mira. A little reunion thing, you know?”
“That’s cute.” He pulled out the milk and opened it, sniffing it, then grimaced and tossed it in the trash. “But who the hell is Mira?”
“You really don’t remember her? Me, her and Dona?”
Shion removed his head from the fridge and looked at you and shrugged. “Oh wait.” He took a moment and you crossed your arms, waiting. “Oh! Her! Didn’t she have a crush on me?” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “She found you cute at first, then you got knocked out in a fight. Instant ick.”
His eyes narrowed. “That fight wasn’t fair and you know it. Nobody told Hanma to bring a goddamn bat.”
“Like you’d win if he didn’t have the bat—” You just about dodged the empty water bottle he tossed at you. You quickly grabbed it and threw it back in his direction. He swiftly swatted it away before it could hit him and you scoffed. “If only you could fight as good as you could dodg—”
“That’s it.” He picked you up by the legs and carried you over to the couch, ignoring your complaints which eventually turned into laughter when he set you onto the couch. He swatted away some cushions and pinned you against the surface.
“You caught me off guard. That’s all.”
“Yeah okay.” He laughed and dipped his head down towards yours. You parted your lips when his tongue slid past your teeth, hot against your own. You giggled, closing your eyes as he nipped at your bottom lip.
“Lemme borrow your car later,” you said in between kisses, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started nibbling at your neck.
“What?” he mumbled softly, breaking the kiss and looking down at you. “Fuck it’s been so long since I fucked you.”
“I said,'' you wound your arms around his neck. “Can you lemme borrow your car tonight?”
His eyes travelled down your body and his gaze lingered on the swell of your tits through your shirt for a moment before moving back up to your eyes when you purposefully moved your head to his eyeline. “Please?”
“Uh. What for?”
You shrugged and lolled your head back against the couch, your finger rising to wrap your finger around the silver chain dangling from his neck. “I just want to drive around. I’m bored. Please?”
“I mean sure…but—” You swiftly sat up and kissed his cheek as a distraction. His cheeks were flushed slightly and he bit down on his lower lip, a satisfied grin forming on his face when your lips slowly trailed from his cheeks to his lips, kissing him slowly and passionately, the way you know he likes it.
You pulled away and brought his head down to your lips, whispering, “please?” into his ear. He groaned and kissed you one last time before thoroughly agreeing. “Thank you thank you thank you! Mwah.” You planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing him off of you and slipping off the couch.
~*~
“What exactly is this supposed to be?”
Ran shrugged, finished downing his drink and placed it back on the counter top before leaning forward to get a closer look at the little baggie you had in your hand. “Kokonoi gave it to me.”
“Yeah okay, but—” You let out a noise of doubt and put it back on the table. “I don’t trust it.”
“Since when were you a pussy?”
You looked up at Ran and glared at the smug smile on his face. “I’m not a pussy Ran. I just don’t want to eat a random pill that you yourself said you don’t know what it's called!”
He rested his elbows on the marble countertop and his grin widened. “I took it earlier and I’m fine.”
“That’s because you barely have brain cells left to scramble.” You reached over the counter and ruffled his perfectly styled hair. “I’ll do it because I trust you.” You removed the pink pill from the baggie and held it up to your eyes, examining it cautiously. “If this kills me—”
“It won’t, you big baby. Eat it.”
You bit your lip and thought for a moment before looking back up at him. “Fine. Get me some water.”
“Just swallow it.”
You huffed, “I need some water to help. I can’t just swallow it.”
He looked at you, amused, and crossed his arms. “Why not?”
“Because! Ugh, shut up!” You put the pill back on the counter and stormed over to the cabinet, grabbing an empty glass, then to the tap to fill it with tap water. Ran laughed from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you stomp your way around his kitchen, like a storm. You turned to glare at him, his laugh only making you even more annoyed. “What the hell is so funny?”
“You,” he cackled again when your eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Your temper. It’s hilarious.”
“I don’t have a goddamn temper.”
“You explode at anything small. It’s cute.” He walked over towards you and booped your nose, the tip of his finger skirting down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face up to his eyeline. “You really haven’t changed a single bit. It’s reassuring.”
“Well, thanks.” You looked down at the glass of water with an uncertain look on your face. “This’ll get me high right?”
“Yeah.” You took a second for motivation and Ran moved to grab the pill off the counter. He returned in front of you, “Open your mouth.” He waited until your mouth was open before slotting the pill on the flat pink of your tongue. You brought the water up to your mouth and took a sip before digesting it.
Thanks to the water, you couldn’t feel the full effects of the pill hitting you until a few hours later, you resting on top of Ran’s chest, drifting in and out of sleep. He had you locked tight around his arms, enjoying the warmth and weight of you atop of him. He felt you shuffle around, trying to get comfortable.
“What car do you want?” Ran asked, looking down at your head resting against his chest. Your head was tucked under his chin, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other clutched onto his shirt.
Your head felt heavy when you tried to lift it from his chest and squinted up at him. With the drugs running through your veins, everything looked brighter and crispier, colours seeming sharper than usual. It was hard to focus. “Ummm, what car?” you asked slowly.
Ran chuckled softly and leaned downwards, pressing his lips against your forehead. “The one you asked me to buy you.”
“Hm.” You sat up from his chest and straddled his lap. He slid his hands up your thighs to hold onto your hips. Your hands rested beside his head as you hazily looked down at him. “I wasn’t serious about that. You know?”
“Serious or not, I’ll buy it for you. Anything you want. Just tell me.”
“Really?” you smiled and bit your lip.
He shifted upwards, inching closer to your face, your nose brushing against his. “Anything you want.”
You couldn’t resist the close proximity anymore and dipped your head downwards, kissing him gently. You lifted one hand from the bed to rest on the side of his face. He pulled your hips closer, pressing you hard against his erection. The friction and the heat of his body against yours made you moan softly, which he eagerly swallowed up with each kiss.
You could feel his cock begin to harden against your inner thigh and bit down on his lip before sucking it back into his mouth, relishing in the low groan he left out when you slowly pushed your hips back against his lap. Your hands gripped onto the pillow under him, digging your nails into the fabric as you latched your lips onto the skin of his neck, biting and sucking gently on the flesh. His hand skimmed past your thighs, along the curve of your ass and gripped it, squeezing whatever he could grab and groaned at the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, sucking softly.
You broke the kiss and licked down his neck. His skin tasted sweet and tangy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.
Your world was flipped when he switched positions in the blink of an eye and hovered above you, gazing into your eyes with lust filled desire. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, locking your lips together.You felt Ran’s hands slide across your leg and hitched it upwards to wrap around his waist, and you whimpered in response, your back arching as you let yourself loose around him.
“This okay?” he murmured softly against your lips as his hand slowly entered inside your jeans. You nodded vigorously and pulled him back down for a kiss, slipping your tongue desperately between his lips. The sheets got tangled beneath your bodies as you both kissed passionately.
You pushed him onto his side, his hand lifting your thigh to rest over your leg. His fingers unzipped your jeans and helped you toss them off before lifting your thigh to rest over his leg, sliding his hand down to rest against your ass, his grip creating a heat wild enough within you and sending a jolt of electricity to your core.
With every inch of his body pressed against you, you couldn’t help but moan. “Fuck me please Ran. I need it.”
Ran hummed deeply against your lips and pushed you onto your back. He knelt between your legs and you giggled as he parted them open with his big hands. You reached downwards, his fingers teasing the waistband of his pants and you helped him push it down and off his hips. You grabbed his cock, the tip wet with pre and positioned it by your entrance. He braced his hands beside your head, his forehead touching yours as your pussy twitched when he moved closer to you, trailing kisses along your neck.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes shut when you felt his cock slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god.” You dug your fingers into his shoulder blades and arched your back, feeling the head slide past your barrier, stretching you out.
“Almost there baby.” He kept thrusting slowly, taking his time and going further inside of you with each stroke. You cried out loud, louder than before, moaning constantly as he pushed himself deeper into you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out your name and your body shivered at the raspiness of his voice.
“More,” you panted desperately, your eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since entering you.
He snapped his hips forward, filling you completely and pulled all the way out, his cock wet with your juices before fucking back into you. The heat of his skin searing your walls as you sank your nails into his shoulders. His lips found yours again, soft and warm. Your fingertips flipped across his back and you felt his cock throb within you. Each thrust had you clenching around him, clutching him tight to your body as he fucked you with slow, methodical strokes.
You tossed your head back, panting and crying out, clutching onto his hair, the back of his shirt, anything you could possibly muster.
“Arms up baby,” he ordered and sat back, his cock still warming your sides. His hands held onto your hips, digging into the soft flesh as you shrugged your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra and toss it off the bed. It landed into a sorry puddle on the floor along with your shirt and Ran’s jeans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you looked back and saw Ran in the middle of shedding his shirt off.
“I always loved this tattoo,” you giggled, running your arms along the pattern before bringing him back down to your level, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for another steamy kiss.
You spread your legs wider apart and pressed down on his lower back to get him deeper inside you. His mouth travelled to your breasts where he started sucking on your nipples, biting down softly and nibbling on them. He slipped his hand beneath your body and grasped your clit, rubbing lightly in circles causing you to gasp loudly. You came apart in his arms, shattering into pieces and screaming his name in his ear. He pumped faster and harder, his hips slamming against yours as you tightened around his cock once more. His climax shot through him, thrusting every inch of his cum spilling inside of you. Every drop was heaven, you felt yourself tighten up once more and seconds later your orgasm arrived, intensifying everything. You dripped on his cock and held onto him so tight you swore there were permanent nail marks on the bone of his shoulder.
He pulled out and collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. Your muscles relaxed slightly and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled you to lay close against him. He kissed your neck softly, stroking your thighs with his hands.
“You alright?” he asked quietly.
“Mmmm. I’m amazing,” you hummed in agreement, resting your head against his chest and nuzzling against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I really missed you Ran.”
His eyes traced your face and he saw the genuinity in your eyes. “Me too baby.” He smiled softly and his hands slid down your bare back and cupped your ass, pulling you tighter against him. “Missed this too.”
He leaned in and kissed you on the lips. Anything you had to say melted away as you indulged in him, humming softly into his mouth before pulling away.
~*~
The supermarket was busy and bustling as Mira walked through the aisles with her shopping cart. She had a whole list ready and was looking for the dairy aisle when she bumped into someone’s cart. “Sorry!” she apologised and gasped when she looked up and saw who it was. “Dona?”
Dona smiled at her and waved, putting her basket on the floor as Mira practically pounced on her, pulling her into a suffocating hug.
“I thought I’d never see you again! What the hell?!” Mira pulled away and rested her hands on Dona’s shoulders, practically buzzing with excitement. “You look so good!”
“Oh stop,” Dona pushed her hands off her shoulders. “You’re still so damn energetic, it’s crazy.” She put her hands in her pocket. “What’s up though. What’re you shopping for?”
“Oh this stupid party Naoto wants me to host for his cop buddies.” Mira sighed and walked back to her cart. “I love Naoto but fuck, those damn cops are so annoying.”
“Really?” Dona asked, grabbing her shopping list. “Wouldn’t expect nothing more from a buncha cops. I’m surprised you’re even with one to be honest. Thought you hated them.”
“I do!” Mira said, hiding her face behind her hands while laughing. “No but Naoto’s…different.”
Dona stared blankly at her. “Different…?”
“Yeah! He’s not like those backwards, misogynistic asshole cops. He’s so sweet and treats me like a queen and he’s so sweet! Oh my god! He does this cute thing in the mornings and brushes my hair out of my face and whispers “good morning beautiful” in my ear every morning. I pretend I’m asleep just so I can hear him say it and he kisses me goodbye before work and—”
“Okay I get it! Sheesh, rub in your relationship more in my face would you?” Dona sighed and picked up her basket, following next to Mira as she began walking with her trolley.
“I can’t believe you’re still single! Guess he really broke your heart, huh?”
“Don’t even talk about him right now. Fuck Shuji. That fucking asshole.”
Mira laughed. “That was like what, ten years ago? You need to let that go.”
“I’m trying! Okay?! But my minds been occupied with…stuff.”
Mira stopped by the meat aisle and began searching for some chicken breast. “Stuff or someone?”
“Someone as in a boy?” Dona asked and Mira nodded, checking the back of the package before dumping it into the trolley. “No, I'm not seeing someone.”
“You should.”
“I’m good.”
“You used to be so boy crazy! What happened?”
Dona shrugged and looked down at the floor for a short moment, biting the soft tissue of her cheek. “I just grew up I guess. Anyway, this party thing. When is it?”
“Tomorrow night. I have to cook for a bunch of weirdo cops. Not looking forward to it.” Mira paused for a moment and then gasped. “You should come with me!”
Dona blinked at her. “What?”
“Yes! Oh my god please please please. I’ll need someone to keep me company.” She clung onto Dona’s arms as she begged. “I’m so sick of all the other cops' wives. They’re all judgemental and yucky and like three times my age. Definitely jealous of my youth.”
Dona laughed and Mira pouted, hoping it’ll be enough to convince her. With a final sigh, Dona finally gave in. “Fine. But only for two hours. I have work.”
“Really? What do you work as?”
“I uh…it’s complicated.”
“At least you have a job. I’m just known as Naoto’s wife and stay at home all day. Maybe I could come visit you on your free days?”
“It’s oof.” Dona thought about it for a moment. “I can take you to a club I work at whenever you’re free. Sometimes we gamble and stuff. You wanna join?”
“Gambling…? I thought that was illegal.”
“Never stopped us back in the day.” Dona winked, playing around and watched the conflict flicker all over her face. “It’ll be a little secret. You don’t have to tell Naoto anything.”
“Of course I won’t! I may be marrying a cop but I’m not a snitch. Especially on my best friend. I’m just worried about what Naoto would think about me going to a gambling club. He’d definitely lock the place up, haha.”
Dona rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to tell him anything. You’re allowed to have secrets.”
“Legal secrets, yeah.”
“Come onnnnnnnnn. Join me! It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll even invite (Name) over.”
Mira’s face lit up even more. “Really?! She can come!?
“She fuckin’ better come.”
“Oh my god the gang's back together!” Mira chirped and jumped before pulling Dona into a big hug. “I can’t wait! Lemme go text (Name) right now!”
“You go do that.” Dona checked her phone. “I gotta go anyway. My boss wants me to clock in now.” She pulled Mira in for another hug. “I’ll see you as soon as I can, okay.”
“Okay, bye bye!”
When Dona left the store, she quickly typed a message to you before entering her car and driving off.
~*~
“Are you busy tomorrow?” you asked hesitantly.
Ran laughed softly. “I’m working tomorrow. Probably be gone for most of the day.” He shifted onto his back and laced his arms behind his head. You propped yourself onto your side and frowned. “What’s wrong baby.”
You shrugged and looked downwards at the mattress, speaking in a quiet voice. “I dunno, I'm just lonely. And bored. I don’t really have anything to do lately.”
He ran his thumb down your cheekbone. “You wanna come with me?”
“Depends. Do I have to witness a murder?”
He grinned widely. “If everything goes well tomorrow night then there’ll be no murder.”
You snorted. “So there’s still a possibility, huh?”
“People die everyday,” he mused and you looked at him with a serious face, pursing your lips together and he sighed. “Fine. Fine. Even if things go to shit tomorrow I promise I won’t kill anybody. I’ll…think of other things.”
“Good enough for me.” You leaned in to kiss him again but stopped short when your phone buzzed. You groaned and reached behind you, fumbling for it on the dresser, bringing it up and reading the text from Mira and Dona.
Mira: I RAN INTO DONA AT THE SUPERMARKET AND SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT TOMORROW!!!! ARE YOU FREE?
Dona: got mira to come to the club. Be there tomorrow at 7
“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath.
“What’s wrong?” Ran leaned his head on your shoulder and read the text message.
“Guess I won’t be following you to work tomorrow then,” you said, turning your phone off. You looked over at the heavyweight on your shoulder and rested your head against his. “I’m seeing Mira tomorrow. So I guess you know what that means?”
“Is this about that stupid plan you made with Sanzu?” He asked, pulling away from your head, reaching inside his drawer for a cigarette. You nodded and watched him light the end and shifted back on the bed, bringing the covers over your naked body to cover you.
“You know about that plan?”
“Little bit.” He lit the cigarette and tossed the lighter back into the drawer. “If it’s not affecting me or any of my business, I don’t care enough to ask more.”
“It’s not affecting you? This Naoto dude?” you asked, trying to get a bigger picture.
“I mean he is, but I’m careful. He’s not catching me anytime soon.”
“Still cocky as ever huh,” you said and he grinned widely around his cigarette. “Anyway I hate the plan a lot. But it's for Hiro's benefit and I’m willing to do anything for him. Even if it means fucking up Mira’s marriage and her fiance’s career forever.”
Ran could feel like there was something up with you and eyed you for a moment. To anyone it was clear the plan was bugging you and as much as you tried acting cool about it, he could tell the guilt was slowly eating you inside. He exhaled cigarette smoke out before putting it on the ashtray beside his bed, shifting back against the bedframe and opened his arms for you to fit in. “C’mere.”
You looked at him and his open arms and shifted forward, crawling the distance between you both and rested between his arms. He enclosed them around you, the side of his face resting against your forehead.
“Do you need some advice from me or want me to shut up and stay silent?” he asked for a moment.
You let out a silent laugh and nodded. “Advice please.”
“Okay.” He cleared his throat and began speaking. “Sometimes in life you gotta do bad shit. Even if you don’t wanna.” He finished talking and you waited a couple seconds for him to continue.
You were confused when he unwrapped his arms around you and slid off the bed, putting his boxers back on and stretching.
“What the hell? Is that it Ran?”
“Yeah.” He walked over to his closet and began rummaging for tomorrow’s outfit.
“What kind of advice was that?!” You groaned, stopping your eyes from rolling back. “Sometimes I forget how useless you are.”
“Temper baby,” he responded back, flicking through the range of suits and blazers hung in his closet. You took a moment to admire his closet, impressed with his collection of suits, ranging in different colours and couldn’t help but imagine anybody but Ran pulling it off.
He found an old dress hung up and tossed it in your direction. “Try this shit on for me.”
The dress landed on your face and you grimaced and pulled it off. Holding it up in the air, you examined it, front to back. “Why the hell do you even have a dress? It’s so small it can’t even fit me!”
“Some girl must’ve left it over,” he said casually, picking out a purple form fitting suit from the hanger and left it on the edge of his bed. All forms of amusement on your face slowly melted at the mention of another girl and you deadpanned in his direction, but he missed it as he began changing back into his clothes. “Does it fit you?” he asked, fitting his shirt over his head.
“Don’t tell me you expect me to wear this? I’m not wearing some recycled dress.”
“You want me to buy you a new dress?” he asked, looking at you.
“Duh.”
He knelt down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the dress, tossing it towards the end of the bed. Your complaint was cut short when he grabbed your ankle and tugged, successfully tipping your back onto the mattress as he inched forwards, climbing over you. His hands laced between yours and you looked up at him, wide eyed.
“I wonder what it’ll take to get rid of this attitude of yours, hm.” You tried to struggle out of his grip but your attempts were pointless.
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“Yeah you do. Now ask nicely and I’ll get you what you want.”
You bit down on your tongue and swallowed your pride before lowering your voice to a whisper. “Can you buy me a dress?”
“Can’t hear youuu,” he leaned his ear down lower to your mouth to hear better. “Use your words.”
“You heard me. I’m not saying it again.”
He pulled away and stood up from the bed. “Baby steps. But fine. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
“Not tomorrow. I’m busy.”
“When are you free then?”
“Any day that’s not tomorrow.” You stood up from the bed. “But I’ll probably have to see you tomorrow if you’re going to be at the club Dona sent me.”
“Maybe.” He pulled you closer for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his midsection and you dug your face in his chest, enjoying how big and warm he was.
“Can I stay over tonight?” you asked after a moment, looking up at him.
“You’re gonna be home alone though. I’m not coming back till late.”
“How late?” He pulled his arms away from you. “Dunno. Maybe three? Four?”
“Jesus what the hell do you do all day?”
“Don’t worry.” He booped your nose and you scrunched it in response. “Get some sleep okay? I can see your damn eye bags.”
“Fine. Goodnight and thanks for letting me stay.” You got into bed, grabbing the big warm sheets and covering your whole body.
“Anytime baby.”
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WEAPONS USED BY the Israel Defense Forces, security cabinet leaks, and stories about people held hostage by Hamas — these are some of the eight subjects the media are forbidden from reporting in Israel, according to a document obtained by The Intercept.
The document, a censorship order issued by the Israeli military to the media as part of its war on Hamas, has not been previously reported. The memo, written in English, was an unusual move for the IDF’s censor, which has been part of the Israel military for more than seven decades.
“I haven’t ever seen instructions like this sent from the censor aside from general notices broadly telling outlets to comply, and even then it was only sent to certain people,” said Michael Omer-Man, a former editor-in-chief of the Israel’s +972 Magazine and today the director of research for Israel–Palestine at Democracy in the Arab World Now, or DAWN, a U.S. advocacy group.
Titled “Operation ‘Swords of Iron’ Israeli Chief Censor Directive to the Media,” the order is not dated, but its reference to Operation Swords of Iron — the name of Israel’s current military operation in Gaza — makes clear that it was issued sometime after Hamas’s October 7 attack on Israel. The order is signed by the chief censor of the Israel Defense Forces, Brig. Gen. Kobi Mandelblit. (The Israeli Military Censor did not respond to a request for comment on the memo.)
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The order enumerates eight topics the media are forbidden from reporting on without prior approval from the Israeli Military Censor. Some of the topics touch on hot-button political issues in Israel and internationally, such as potentially embarrassing revelations about weapons used by Israel or captured by Hamas, discussions of security cabinet meetings, and the Israeli hostages in Gaza — an issue that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has been widely criticized for mishandling.
The memo also bans reporting on details of military operations, Israeli intelligence, rocket attacks that hit sensitive locations in Israel, cyberattacks, and visits by senior military officials to the battlefield.
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“In order to get a visa as a journalist, you have to get approval from GPO” — Government Press Office — “and therefore you have to sign a document that says you will comply with the censor,” said Omer-Man. “That in itself is probably against the ethics guidelines at a bunch of papers.”
Nonetheless, many journalists do sign the document. While The Associated Press, for instance, didn’t respond to The Intercept’s query about whether it cooperates with the military censor, the news wire has in the past reported on the issue, including admitting that it holds itself to the directive.
“The Associated Press has agreed, like other organizations, to abide by the rules of the censor, which is a condition for receiving permission to operate as a media organization in Israel,” the agency wrote in a 2006 story. “Reporters are expected to censor themselves and not report any of the forbidden material.”
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i am such a fan of that particular point in history around 2006-2010 when scene and emo kids were common friend groups in school, metal fences were jungle gyms with candy wrappers hanging off of them, everyone wore an ‘i heart boobies’ bracelet and dressed like the tshirt wall in a hot topic in 2010 i really hope people know what i mean. it is my favorite i literally kin it
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜
Omg yesssssssssss thank you for tagging me Ana! I love the shit out of these!!!! I did Aiden last time so I'm gonna do Roman this time!
Roman and his sister Rio are Ichthyans. They're amphibious aliens from a distant planet that was (allegedly) created by an elder god. The jury is still out on whether or not that's true, but there's some evidence to support it, namely that every single Ichthyan is cursed. Their eyes glow at night and distorted whispers emanate from the eye sockets. Aside from that, they're totally normal. Toootally normal. There's definitely not another aspect of their cursed nature that could show up later in the story. *cough* Anyway, Ichthyans spend the first few years of their life in water before growing legs and lungs and spending the rest of their lives on land, like frogs and salamanders! They have more of a fish-like appearance with their scales, though.
Roman's favorite color is black, which is reflected in his wardrobe. He also likes leather, corset lacing on every piece of clothing possible, and chains. It's not really that surprising considering everyone on his cursed home planet embraces alternative fashion. It may or may not resemble a Hot Topic circa 2006. It may or may not be a Hot Topic circa 2006.
Roman is extremely protective of his little sister. He has broken off relationships because the guy he was into was mean to her. That's just how it goes with him. You look at Rio sideways, you're gone. Other than that...that's basically Roman's only relationship criteria. You can get away with a lot as long as you're nice to Rio.
He's hot. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. And yet, he still has surprisingly low self-esteem. He covers it well but it comes out sometimes. Maybe it stems from the complicated relationship he has with his absentee mother.
He's not the tech genius in the family but he is a domestic GOD! He can cook like a Michelin star chef, repair pretty much anything around the house, keep everything as sparkling and spotless as it can be in rust-filled Woeford, and suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. He is perfect househusband material.
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I rewrote the first chapter of My Immortal if it were a super pretentious literary fiction novel
I came up with this idea at like 3am and I'm not great at litfic, so I just dialed up the purple prose to 10 and hoped for the best lmao
here it is:
My Immortal
Chapter 1
Slush battered my dorm room window, half-rain, half-snow, existing somewhere between two states of matter. Siblings of a sort, meshed in disharmony, coating the campus outside in its misery. I watched as the pretty-in-pink girls with their fluffy faux-leather boots and paper thin leggings slipped and struggled their way across the courtyard. Suffering. I loved it.
One of them, a girl in garish Aeropostale garb, caught my eyes, and her face twisted with bitterness. Her minions gathered around her, “are you okay, Brittney? What’s the matter, Brittney?” but she didn’t answer them. A petty impulse gripped me, and I raised a single night-painted nail, baring my teeth in a wicked grin and making sure all of her friends saw the crude gesture. Brittney and her entourage stormed off, and I waved them away with self-satisfaction.
I returned to my vanity, picking out bottles and jars and palettes of Hot Topic-brand makeup. My tastes were simple, but refined. Unlike the baby blue and bubblegum that all the other girls wore, I understood the need for contrast. Where there is heat, you need cold; where there is light, there will be dark. White foundation, black lipstick. And, perhaps, a bit of eyeliner and some red eyeshadow for flare.
Black is an essential part of my wardrobe. It’s how I stand out from the mindless masses, how I tell the world that I’m not like other girls. I find variety through texture—lace for my corset, leather for my miniskirt, stitched canvas for my combat boots. Any colors I use are bright, but they’re carefully placed. Pink for my fishnets, red and purple highlights for my long ebony hair, neon bright like patterns on a poisonous frog.
The year 2006. My seventh and final year at Hogwarts. It was hard to believe I had made it this far—focusing on your studies isn’t easy when you’re always the center of attention. I had men tripping over their heels for me left and right, an intensely annoying phenomenon. I could spell it out for them a million times, that they could never handle me, that I don’t want to talk to preps and normies, and still they simper, my words like olive oil sliding off their brains. The fact that I was a vampire apparently wasn’t enough of a deterrent, nor was the hatred behind my icy blue eyes.
I walked outside, the cold air like a cooling balm against my pale skin. There was rarely any sun in Hogwarts during the winter months, the ideal environment for me. I was almost sad this was my last year. I took a deep breath, then walked out into the courtyard, with little more than a lacy parasol—black, like always—to shield me from the slush.
Once I reached the middle of the courtyard, I saw him. Draco Malfoy, standing in an adjacent walkway speaking to a few of his friends. Blond hair whipping in the wind, almost blending in with the frost. One of the few men at this school that I could tolerate. I recalled the day I met him, our first day in Potions class. The teacher spoke my full name when calling attendance, “Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” A mouthful, but one I owned with pride. He called the name of the boy sitting next to me, “Draco Malfoy.”
He turned to me once we broke off to work in groups. “Your last name is Way?” he said, a glint of curiosity in his captivating hazel eyes. A mischievous grin split his face, and he said, “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Gerard Way, would you?”
That wasn’t the first time I heard the comparison, but it was also how I knew Draco wasn’t like other guys. He was actually cool. “I wish,” I said, smiling for the first time that day. "because he's a major fucking hottie."
“You look more like Amy Lee,” he replied.
I was charmed. I couldn’t help it. “You can call me Ebony,” I replied. “Like my hair.”
He spotted me in the courtyard, and his hazel eyes lit up. “Hey, Ebony!” he said, waving eagerly.
I felt myself blush as he approached me. “What’s up Draco?”
A small breath escaped his lips, as the sound of my voice seemed to bring something out of him. A short burst of exhilaration, perhaps at hearing his name spoken on my lips. A shade of longing passed over his face, and he was suddenly shy. “Nothing,” he finally said, still staring at me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I paused, noticing my friend Willow behind him waving at me and calling my name. The bell for class rang, an infuriating interruption that made my stomach drop. Reluctantly, Draco and I parted ways.
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hope you enjoyed this mania-fueled atrocity I've committed lmao
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Romance of Red Dust (2006) - they don’t make them like that any more
I was in a mood to rewatch an old favorite, Romance of Red Dust from 2006. Running at a slim 30 eps, Red Dust demonstrates how far cdramas have come technically and visually and how far they’ve fallen in terms of allowed topics and characters. Chances of this drama being made now, happy ending and all are around zero.
Our heroine, Hong Fu Nu (the gorgeous Shu Qi) is the pet assassin of the evil minister. The evil minister has a whole squad of assassins, male and female, to take out anyone who opposes him and Hong Fu Nu, picked up from the streets when a child, is one of them. (There is a subtext of a past relationship of some sort between her and Du Gu, the assassin trainer, who is kinda hot).
In between assignments, she is the minister's plaything, and has to submit to him in his bed. The drama makes no bones she hates it and he gets off on the blood. None of that ridiculous contrived “and yes she’s a pure virgin” nonsense from recent dramas.
His reaction is to get off on it:
The way she hates it all...
No censor would let this scene through now...
Here she is coming from his bed, bitterly telling off the assassin master...
There is actually a pretty horrid flashback, which basically shows that the minister took her virginity as well as she was expecting the assassin master and assassin master willingly stepped aside.
She hates the killing, she hates her boss, she hates having to be a whore. She is dead inside. Until one day her paths cross with Li Jing (Wallace Huo), an enthusiastic, idealistic scholar who sees her as a person.
Li Jing is everything she is not - upper class, idealistic, a scholar, terrible in a fight. They meet at the site of her latest massacre.
He is also righteous and kind, the first truly decent person she’s seen in years. So when she is ordered to assassinate him, she saves him almost on impulse, and they go on the run...
I just love the unusual take in this story, which is about the redemption and growth of the heroine but that also has grittiness and darkness no current drama would touch - Hong Fu is an assassin and an unwilling whore who gets the love of a pure gentleman and keeps it and is allowed her happy ending, and the world as shown is no picture-book pretty recent period cdrama but an offhandedly grim one.
(The maid’s crime? Massaging a little too hard.)
But yes, I love that FL is the jaded one, the soul-dead one, the non-virgin. When Hong Fu Nu saves Li Jing's life instead of killing him as ordered, it's not love, not yet. It's just she has seen him be kind to a pair of starving children - the way she wishes she was rescued - and has seen him be a good, enthusiastic, warm person.
Something wakes up in her that is long dead: she loves his idealism and sweetness so far, not him yet.
Which is so awesome, because she is the damaged one, the more experienced one, and he is the wide-eyed innocent. Of course, he’s gonna learn how to fight and be great at it etc etc, but either way these dynamics are A+!
I would trade all the CGI and costumes and cinematography in return for cdramas being allowed to be like this again.
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WTF⁉️‼️ HOW IS SERAPHINA CONNECTED TO HARRY POTTER FANFICTION‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️
The Seraphina x Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way Lore Explanation (NOT CLICKBAIT) (Finally Coming Clean...)
TLDR: purple, red, poorly written british people, awful self-indulgent fics, emo jokes/stereotypes, etc 🥳
Meet Seraphina Ver. 1! She was my first iteration of Seraphina. As you can tell, she used to be a purple girly :D
When I created Seraphina Ver. 2, she became the red girly we all know and love !!! (But we don't talk about ver 2... /j she experienced the horrors and straight up killed herself (deleted the game file from existence while I was sleeping)
This is all to build up to the fact that Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (from the smash hit Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal) is ALSO a purple and red girly. If you search her name up, you can scroll through the fanart and definitely get a fuck ton of Seraphina-core vibes 😭 She wasn’t intentionally inspired but Sera can absolutely come off as an Ebony rip off xD (at least visually)
Early in her creation, my friend and I picked up on this color scheme and started joking that she was Ebony IRL 😜 !! LMFAOO We said that Whitney bullied her because he was a stupid prep!!! >:T U might think she’s a slut, but she’s totally not!! /ref
I was asked tonight, “Would she like my immortal.... .........Unironically.........” And honestly? I think she would </3 Ive mentioned before that Sera writes her own fan fictions & I can assure you that they’d be JUST LIKE THIS. No better quality than MI or the creepypastas she consumes 😭😭 She may be passionate about it, but lord…
Another similarity is that uhmmm obv MI takes place in the Harry Potter Universe and Seraphina is in DOL universe. both of which are set in the UK but written by authors who are. Not british. Sorry everyone 💔 Idk what i’m doing at all but at least I know that there are no hot topics there 💔😔😔
But yeah I’m sure there’s more connections but I’m literally blanking right now— All of this to say that Seraphina has some intense roots that tie her to this silly 2006 fanfic that I won’t get over </3 Guys it’s so iconic. it’s an internet masterpiece that i think about a normal amount. you have to believe me, I— *gunshots*
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Caretaker - Jack Mercer x Reader ✧
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it's been a hot minute since I posted, but the premise of this story is basically Jack survived the shot and you, being the sweet loving girlfriend you are, agree to look after him!
Pre-established relationship ꨄ
✰ content warning! ✩Swearing ✩mentions of alcohol, injuries and brief mental illness
(If any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable as you read, feel free to scroll on, I will try to mark places that involve these things with a purple '*')
➱ my masterlist
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✩ 2006
It's been a couple of months since every thing went down with the Mercers and Victor Sweet, and luckily Jackie survived being shot, but only by a hair. So with my short lived years at nursing school, and a lot of love for and idiot, I took it upon myself to look after him.
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"Hey Mercer it's me! Could you let me in?! " I yelled as I banged on the Mercer's door in the cold January weather. Just waiting for someone to open the fucking door. "Woah babe do you mind keeping the fucking noise down? " A tall, blondish-brunette said as he opened the door, rubbing his eyes with a look on his face that said "I don't mean to be rude I just have a killer hangover". A look that undeniably belonged to my boyfriend Jack, me and Jack had been together long-distance ever since he moved from Detroit, and now that he was back here for good I was so excited to spend as much time with him as a girl could, but that got put on hold for his brothers' revenge plan, which ultimately led to him being shot. Now I've bestowed the amazing job of taking care of him upon myself.
'Lovely to see you too Jackie, now let me in before my tits get icicles. '
He nodded and moved aside so I could come in, we walked into the living room and we sat down on the sofa with him lying between my legs as we watched TV,
'So why are you over here at this time in the morning? '
'Jack sweetheart I need to look after you, you've just gotten out of the hospital and I can already tell you've been drinking. ' I laughed as I messed with his already messy bed hair.
'It's not like that babe, I'm fine, me and my brothers were just having like a celebratory drink or whatever the fuck Bobby called it. '
'Oh that's cute, speaking of your brothers, where are they? '
'At Jerry's I think, they all stayed there but Jerry's wife drove me back here because in her words, I needed to be closer to you because you're the only one who can deal with me when I'm fucked. ' he laughed and fiddled with his hands as he said it, he seemed a bit embarrassed so i lightly kissed him on the head.
'That was sweet of her, and she's right, but anyways did you have a good time with your brothers? '
'Yeah until I could feel my brain practically throbbing this morning when I woke up. '
'Dearie me Jackie, what do I do with you? ' I laughed as I moved his head off of my lap and onto the nearest pillow as I got up and went to the kitchen.
'Babyyy come back please it's cold. '
'Jackie stop being a baby, I'm only making a cup of tea and I'll be right there! '
'Please be quick, you're the only thing helping these fucking gun wounds. '
'You can't rush a good tea baby, and how are your injuries? '
'About as good as you expect them to be, hurt like a fucking bitch, *not only that but ever since it happened I've been waking up in the middle of the night, breathing heavy and tears down my face.' As soon as I heard him say that I immediately stepped away from the kitchen and sat with him again, this time letting him lie on my chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach. I let him talk to me about his night terrors, he laughed to himself as he found it all a bit embarrassing.
'Jackie, in all seriousness that sounds like a symptom of PTSD don't you think?'
'Could be, I keep shakin' too, like it's really fucking weird and I can't even stop it, it only calms down when I'm with you. '
'Awh Jack, you truly are adorable, but I really think you should consider being checked out because it can get super dangerous if you don't talk to someone.'
'Then I'll be fine because I have you to talk to, don't I? ' I could feel him start to shake a little bit, probably thinking that he might not be able to have me as a safety net anymore now that he's "even more fucked up than before" . I shushed him comfortingly and started rubbing his back with my hands under his shirt, and when I felt him calm down I said to him,
'Of course you have me Jackie, and you always will no matter what happens, you can speak to me about anything, but I think at, some point when you're comfortable with the idea, speaking to a specialist would help.'
'Yeah, at some point, but I feel safe here. With you I mean. Ever since I got shot I've been more on edge than ever and I'm always getting myself worked up about everything. Hell sometimes Bobby can't even ask me if I'm doing okay without me yelling at him. I don't want to but I feel so out of control in my own body. But when I'm with you I feel like all of that goes away and that I could just stay here with you forever. I mean it's fucking stupid but you get the idea. ' I could feel a tear fall onto my stomach, so I motioned for him to sit up. I sat in front of him face to face and opened my arms so he could hug me, and he fully embraced me and buried his head deep into my neck.
'I know it's tiring Jackie, and I understand that you feel like you're out of control, and that's why I'm here to look after you, and I always will look after you as long as you need me to, and it's not stupid and it never will be because I love you so much Jackie it's unbelievable. '
'I love you too baby, I love my little caretaker. ' he said as I wiped his tears with my thumbs, and he leaned in and kissed me as gently as he could. I always cherished the moments where Jack could feel vulnerable with me, because I feel as if the environment he grew up in, didn't give him that luxury, as his older brothers always felt as if vulnerability was a weakness, but it was because they had also been influenced by their environment, even with Evelyn that mindset had always stuck with them.
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After a while, me and Jack had went to his room and fallen asleep in his bed after having something to eat, then we had woken up a couple hours later.
'Now what do you want to do Jackie?'
'Whatever you want baby. '
'Wanna watch Grease? '
'Please baby pleasee you know you love 'em! '
'Okay fine, just for my sweet caretaker though. '
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The end! I hope you enjoyed what felt like forever, please consider leaving a comment as they rlly make my day x
Love you loads 💗💗
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the one thing i think you need to know about me to understand why my taste is so bad is that i was born in 1995 and was therefore a gay preteen weeb between 2006 and 2009. my ability to like anything good was, frankly, devastated by this experience. toonami jetstream was showing prince of tennis and mär. i could watch pussycat dolls music videos on demand at my grandma's house. hot topic was selling naruto headbands. +anima was on the shelves at barnes and noble. my first encounter with smut was reading a lemon on ff.net and then my sexuality and gender were permanently altered by having access to the music video for patron tequila by the paradiso girls and genderbent tenipuri fanart and fic. it would have taken a miracle for me to have made it out unscathed tbh
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Matt Govaere's design was approved & used by Hot Topic in 2008 on a sketchbook and a pink girl's shirt:
I think FBR's webstore also carried the black sketchbook during the back-to-school season of 2008. I remember some people saying that this general design was too similar to Eduardo Recife's design from 2006 but I liked them both:
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look i appreciate all the Somerton dunking but can you guys stop acting like some guy on youtube having awful takes about the aids crisis makes the entire 1990s-2010ish radical queer opposition to marriage/military/hate crime legislation/assimilating into the church/etc a modern hot take from privileged gen z guys who don’t know their history. this take might have spread to weird academics who took shit from community organizers (like the Gay Shame conference at university of michigan who stole and de-fanged the work of Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore’s based as fuck collective of the same name) and then spread to people like somerton through like. twitter discourse.
but the people making this point at first were people who had lived through the AIDS crisis, who had been unable to visit their partners as they died of AIDS, who had experienced these things not just as a talking point or a collective memory but in a material, acute way. Sycamore has a great anthology of queers who grew up during the AIDS crisis and a 2006 anti-marriage/assimilation anthology called That’s Revolting and there’s a lot of overlap between the two
in contrast the people fighting for gay marriage in the 80s were by and large not aids survivors who wanted legal rights but conservative gays like Andrew Sullivan who basically argued “to shut those pesky little ACT UPers up we should just ‘coax them into traditional values’ so they won’t resist us anymore and also they won’t be sluts anymore”.
obviously this isn’t black and white like there are people who did great work in ACT UP who later did pro marriage organizing in the 2000s. and the specifics of these writers’ work aren’t as relevant now as they were then (i haven’t seen anyone argue that we should be fighting to repeal the rights we already have because assimilation bad and I’m glad that’s not a discourse topic). but this one guy being an asshole doesn’t mean this important queer line of critique came from privileged outsiders and we can’t take important things from it.
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Artifacts from my dumb youth that I am still regretful about selling YEARS ago when I desperately needed money to make rent :(
Mindless Self Indulgence: Alienating Our Audience CD signed by the entire band, either at Nick's Fat City in Pittsburgh on 12/6/03 or the Downtown in Farmingdale NY on 12/21/03. I probably made $50 on this in 2007 and at the time, that was a Lot of money (and my rent was only like $200/month ffs).
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac #2, purchased from Hot Topic at Century III Mall ca. 1997. Later, in 2006, the comic shop where I was working hosted a book signing with Jhonen Vasquez, and I asked him to sign my favorite page, "OH, MY GOD!! SOMEBODY PUT SHIT IN MY PANTS!!!!!!!" (entire issue available here; scroll to "Meanwhile" for the poop story). I had early printings of all the issues from 1997, sold them all in 2007, then repurchased later printings in 2018, like the ageing millennial dumbass i am
I still scour ebay for these specific items sometimes, even tho nowadays they would probably be way out of my price range. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it's not so much that I want to own the Thing as I wish to grasp and hold tight a moment that is forever lost to the sands of time, BUT STILL. To be able to touch the same copy of the edgy comic that nearly got 13yo bby goth me kicked out of church youth group meetings bc I was reading it in secret in the back row and couldn't stop laughing about diarrhea... ah yes. A time of pure innocence.
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