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idyllic-ghost · 10 months

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beeeeeee!!! congrats on 2k!!! 🥳🥳 you deserve all of the support and love that you have and so much more!! ❤️❤️

may i request a fluffy smut fake dating au blurb with mingi and prompts 5 & 12 please? 😊🫶🏽

a/n: thank you for this request cherry !!! it was so much fun to write <3

title: wedding buddies

prompts: (5) "I want you to kiss me." (12) "I haven't listened to anything you just said."

pairing: mingi x afab!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, afab reader

word count: 2k

MDNI

join in on the celebration!

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Ah, wedding season. That special time of the year, between late spring and early fall, where everyone and their mothers decided to hold their weddings. You had come to that age where you friends and acquaintances were getting engaged and married - and you were just not there yet.

To every wedding you got invited to, you also got a plus one. For the first wedding you just went alone, but the amount of comments you got was enough to make you leave early. Which is why you now had a plan - and his name was Song Mingi.

Mingi was one of your friends, but he was the kind of friend you would usually just hang out alone with. None of your acquaintances, who had invited you to their wedding, knew of him, and your closest friends barely saw anything of him. So, to avoid future questioning, Mingi became your fake boyfriend.

It wasn't difficult to get him to do it, he was promised free food and drinks. What more could he want? Moreover, you got to present a hot boyfriend to all of your friends.

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The deeper you went into your lie, the harder it was to deny your growing feelings for you your fake boyfriend. Mingi was so good at acting as your boyfriend that you almost felt betrayed when he'd go back to your normal ways after the wedding.

Now there you were, the last wedding of the month, and drooling over the man that you couldn't have - and you had no one to complain to about it!

Mingi was getting the two of you drinks by the bar, and while he was gone you found yourself fixing your outfit. The need to look good for your fake partner felt stupid, but that didn't stop you from trying. You watched Mingi walk back to you, a big goofy grin on his lips which didn't match the tight black slacks and white button-up shirt he was wearing - three buttons unbuttoned, and his tie just laying around his shoulders. His broad shoulders... Mingi did a little dance, trying to make you smile and succeeding immediately, before he finally got to the table.

"See, the venue might've been worse than the last one." Mingi picked the conversation you had before he left back up. "But I still think this wedding is better- my proof being: open bar!"

"I can't argue with that," you hummed and accepted your drink.

Mingi kept on talking, but you were busy staring at the way his lips moved. Soft and pouty, so incredibly kissable- no. You weren't allowed to think like that - he was your friend! Your buddy! Your pal! So in an attempt to be rational, you looked back up at his eyes. He hadn't noticed you staring. However, he was looking for some sort of answer that you couldn't give.

"Sorry, I haven't been listening to anything you just said," you admitted.

"Yeah I could see that," he said knowingly, "You've been busy."

"Hm?" Your eyes widened.

"You're too obvious when you've been drinking," he said, "Honestly, it makes the acting a lot easier."

You stared at him, wondering if he had managed to figure everything out. Mingi wasn't dumb, by any means, but you didn't think he could figure you out - you were stealthy... right?

"What do you mean?" you murmured.

The music started booming, and people made their way onto the dance floor. You kept looking at Mingi like a deer in headlights. He knew something, but you didn't have time to question it. Mingi stood up and held his hand out to you, leading you out to the dance floor once you had taken it.

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The wedding was far enough away from either of your homes that you had decided to book a hotel room together. It was a late booking, and the only room you had managed to get had a king bed. Before this wedding it had been a source of anxiety for you, but now it was convenient.

Mingi's lips stayed on yours while he fumbled with the keycard to the door. He pulled away from you, swearing under his breath and tried one last time to open the door. Slamming the door open, the two of you let out drunken giggles and laughs while you stumbled towards the bed.

"Maybe we should talk about this." Your ass landed on the soft bed and Mingi kneeled before you.

His hands worked on taking off your shoes for you, throwing them behind him when he was done. He stood back up, towering over you, and held your hands in his.

"Is there anything you want to say?" he asked softly.

You stayed quiet, your mind completely blank. Mingi chuckled and pulled his tie off his shoulders, throwing it behind him as well. Without hesitation, your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and started unclasping each one. As his shirt opened up more, you started kissing the revealed skin - leaving lipstick marks across his chest and torso. Mingi took your face in his big hands and made you look at him.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he murmured, "What do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me again," you admitted in a plea.

Mingi bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, teasing you before going in again. One of his hands went to your back, while the other one leaned on the bed behind you.

"Tell me you want me and I'll give you everything I have," he mumbled against your lips, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"I want you."

It came out as a whisper, but you wanted to scream it. His lips attacked your neck, leaving blooming bruises on his path down your upper body. His lips felt like heaven, and you noticed a heat growing from your core throughout your body. When he got to your chest, where your dress started, he stopped.

"Wanna take this off for me?" he asked gently. "Let me see all of you."

You nodded eagerly and stood up on wobbly legs. Mingi worked on getting his own clothes off, laying down on the bed when he had done so. He watched you struggle with your dress, a big grin playing on his lips.

"Don't laugh!" you said as soon as you heard a snicker. "I can't reach the zipper!"

"Come here, sweetheart." He motioned for you to come over.

You stood in front of him and his hands landed on your hips, gently rubbing the skin over the fabric of your dress. He smiled up at you before turning you around. Reaching up, he grabbed the zipper and slowly dragged it down - teasing you.

"Mingi..." you whined.

"Mm," he hummed as he pressed a kiss to your spine, "I love it when you say my name."

You huffed and walked away from him, finally pulling your dress down. Almost instantly, you missed his hands on your hips. When you turned back to the man on the bed he was laying back with a confident smile on his face, cock straining against his underwear. Already, you could tell he was big. You got on top of him, straddling him. Mingi looked at you expectantly. Besides this rather bold move on your part, you had no other plan on what to do. At least you got to feel his hands on your hips again.

"You're even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined," he admitted.

"So you've been imagining me naked?" You grinned.

"Don't act like you haven't done the same to me," he argued.

You scoffed, but couldn't come up with anything else to say - it was true after all. Nevertheless, you had no time to respond because Mingi started grinding your hips against his, using his grip on your hips to get you to move. Strings of swears left your mouth and you leaned against him. You hadn't realized how sensitive you had gotten from his light teasing, but you were practically throbbing. Mingi found your lips again and kissed you, drowning all of your sounds out.

As you started approaching your high, your noises getting louder and your cunt leaking through your underwear, Mingi stopped moving you. Before you could whine and throw a tantrum, he flipped you over on your back.

"Did you bring a condom with you?" he asked breathlessly.

"In my bag."

Mingi quickly went over to your bag and rummaged through it. When he finally found it, he held it up to show you his victory. You laughed as he approached you once again. Your laugh got caught in your throat when you saw the wet spot you had created on his underwear. A big splotch of lust sitting promptly on top of his erection.

"Are you always this prepared?" he teased.

"I wouldn't call it prepared," you said, "Just hopeful."

"I'll answer your prayers, babe, don't worry," he grinned and got on top of you again.

He went to kiss you, but you put your hand in front of his face.

"No more fooling around, I need you to fuck me," you said desperately.

You ended up on your hands and knees, Mingi's cock ramming into you from behind. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he was tearing you apart. His cock was even bigger than the ego he was going to get from fucking you stupid. Your moans bounced against the walls, filling the room quickly and most likely spilling out from the thin walls. You didn't give a shit, not when he was making you see stars.

"Mingi," you moaned, "Close..."

It was all you could muster saying. Your chest fell to the bed and he took the opportunity to drill deeper into you. It felt like he was in your ribcage, every thrust sending a shock through your body. Your sopping cunt was making sounds you couldn't imagine yourself making. It was crying out for more and more, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears.

"You can cum, sweetheart, I'm not stopping you." Mingi reached around your body and started playing with your clit, rubbing tight circles.

It pushed you over the edge, your body spasming and your legs almost giving out from under you. You let out a shriek as he kept fucking you, chasing his own high. The continued stimulation made your head spin, and you became a wobbly mess of limbs. You didn't even noticed that Mingi had pulled out of you and thrown away the condom. His sweaty body cuddled up against yours, the sudden skin-to-skin contact bringing you back to reality.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured in your ear.

"I'm alright," you breathed out, "Just need a minute."

"Okay, just lay back. I'll get you cleaned up and something to eat."

You felt him leave, and you turned around to put your head on one of the pillows. When he came back it was with a wet towel and snacks he had gotten from the mini fridge. He sat down beside you and helped you clean up.

"Do you have water?" you asked hoarsely.

Mingi reached over to the bedside table, where he had put all of his things, and opened a water bottle for you. You thanked him and sat up to drink.

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The two of you were under the covers watching a film on the TV in front of the bed. You had calmed down from your high, and he had helped you get into bed properly. After talking for a bit, both agreeing that "just friends" maybe shouldn't be your title anymore, you decided to watch something until one of you fell asleep.

"You know what's so good about this?" you asked quietly and he hummed, "Now you don't have to pretend to like me at weddings anymore."

"I was never pretending."

#bee’s 2k celebration #idyllic ghost celebration #ateez #mingi #smut #bee buzzed εїз✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*#mingi smut #ateez smut

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ladylooch · 7 months

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omg i have a very soft lexi and nico thought.... nico coming home from a game and being greeted by luc and lex just showering him with smooches and hugs 🥰🥰

or him watching them play together or dressing up and being overcome with love for his girls ❤️

nico is just the softest dad ever 😫😫

Nico is exhausted. He massages his forehead for a moment while he waits for the elevator to bring him to the floor of their apartment.

Soon, he won’t need to take an elevator at all.

Next week, him, Lexi and Lucie will move into their new home. He can’t wait. Although he is anxious about it happening during the season, he knows it was worth the additional wait to renovate before moving in.

The apartment is silent when he walks in. The afternoon game earlier makes his arrival at home right as Lucie is winding down for bed. Nico is intentionally quiet, listening for where Lexi may be at the goodnight stage with their daughter. He walks to his little girl’s room, finding himself sad at the emptiness he finds. Most of Lucie’s things are in boxes, ready to be moved by the professionals in a few days. For some reason, it makes his chest ache to leave this specific room behind.

If he could, he’s pack it into a box and reopen it to be the same in their new home. It’s a special place. Lexi perfectly curated it when she was pregnant, including Nico even when he was on the road. He spent various nights inside it, moving furniture around with Timo while Emma and Lexi directed. It always ended up back like this with her crib right below her name.

Nico focuses back to the hallway and sees their bedroom door cracked open with soft light filtering out into the hall. He smiles, hearing Lucie’s soft, excited voice coming from within.

She’s still awake.

Happiness bursts in Nico’s chest. He hates when she is asleep before he gets home. He goes to sleep feeling like something is missing.

But not tonight.

Indiscernible English comes from his daughter’s lips as he steps into the doorway. Her English is difficult for him to understand. He is constantly looking at Lexi for guidance. Somehow, she understands the mumbled language.

“Yes, you can start over.” Lexi murmurs, moving a hair brush through Lucie’s, wet hair.

“Aaaaaa, Beeeeeee, Ceeeeee.” Lucie extends her letters out. Her sweet, little voice makes Nico close his eyes. His shoulder hits the door jam so he can absorb the scene.

“Leeeeee.” Lucie continues.

“Close, baby. Try Deeeee.”

“Leeee!!!” She repeats again, more excited. Her little finger points across to the wall where pictures of our family are. One is of all of us with Timo, Emma, and Lio- thus her excitement.

“Oh you’re right. That’s Lee.”

“Lee.” She repeats firmly, more satisfied with her mama’s response.

“Can you try D?” Lexi wonders.

“Dadeeeeee.” Lexi laughs, kissing Lucie’s newly formed part in her hair.

“Soon, he will be here.”

“I am here.” Nico murmurs gently. Both his girls turn to look at him. He wants time to stand still, soaking up this moment of how excited they both are to see him standing there.

“Dadeeee!!!!” Lucie stands, beginning to stomp her little feet across the comforter. Her toes are painted a light pink that accents her chubby appendages. He wants to eat them up to hear her squeal in protest. He steps forward, grabbing her around the ribs and scooping her up.

“Did you hear her ABCs? She got stuck on D.” Lexi asks, tossing the hair brush onto the nightstand.

“Again?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, all she can focus on is da-deeeee.” Lexi jokes, a smirk wrinkles her nose. He goes to the end of the bed, leaning down to kiss his wife’s lips. “Oh yeah, I need one more of those.” She murmurs, getting to her knees and pulling him back to her by his neck. Their lips connect, then their tongues, as Lucie rests her head against Nico’s shoulder.

“Go put our daughter to bed, so I can have you in ours.” Lexi demands when they finally pull away to breathe. He chases her lips for one last kiss, then turns to do as he’s told.

#what my world spins around au #lexi x nico hischier

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bugs-r-neat · 10 months

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soooommmeettiiiimmmeeesss when iiiiiiii wanna run away and hiiide when there's no one on my side and all my pride had disappeared I take it off my miiiiinnnd and leave it all behiinnnd nothing left to do but tryyyy to take the leap and follow throughhhh and that's exactly what I'll doo I know to you I don't seem very strong but i assure you before you can find me I'm gone so come on and catch me you still got a chance (ba da da duh doo du dah do duh da do do dah dahhhhhhh *drums*) but not for longgggg I'll be going place to place won't stop till I win the race although I may have crossed the line no time to waste on you I don't plan on slowing down no I'll keep on going even if you think I'm in the wrong just know that although I may not think everything through I don't take back what I say or regret what i do I know that some stay in line and they stick to the plan but if you leave it to me I'll do whatever I can cuz I know that's what I'm here for I don't wanna wait around anymore even if you can't see the good inside me I don't have the time to tell you whyyyy I do the things that I do just please hold on until you seeeeeeee that iiiiii am not the villain I appear toooo beeeeeee

moving ALONG no I won't settle down until I'm locked behind bars or I'm kicked outta town so you can keep on a-runnin around and around but you can NEVER QUITE CATCH UP TO MEEEEEEE I know that youuuuu think I'm crazy but iiiii hope that maybe nowwwwwwww you'll see whyyyyyyy I HAD TO TRYYYYYYYYYYY

#diamond jack

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2af-afterdark · 8 months

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How would the kings react to MC who doesn’t want to have sex with them .(MC is one those “no premarital sex”people )

Hmm... I think that depends on if the only thing off limits is full sexual intercourse or if they can't have any sexual contact at all. It also means we have to ignore the fact that MC apparently needs sexual fluid from devils to live in hell unless drinking semen is the one activity they are okay with. Lol

Satan can live without full sex, but he is not going to act pure and innocent with MC. He understands that MC needs lust energy from devils to live in hell and fulfil their end of the deal, so he is NOT allowing them a full pass. Just saying that they need to put of their adult pants and figure out the way they are okay with receiving it. At least he'll let them choose their method >.> Uhh... he is a groper though. Consent be damned. He just doesn't see it as a big deal.

Mammon is going to pout when MC isn't looking. He really wants to fuck them, get his hands on their ass and bounce them on his dick while they wrap his legs around his waist. He would like to but.... oh he hates having to be good for them. He will drown himself in his material possessions but none of them fill the void of wanting to absolutely love on/destroy his precious MC. Do devils even get married? Can he reclaim one of his finer rings and make it work? Will that count?

Beelzebub is less private about the pouting. LOOK AT HIM! He looks like he was made for sex! He has an entire banquet of partners, but he wants to overindulge in it. Just think about how good he would beeeeeee! It would absolutely blow your mind and you could never go back. Can he at least convince them to enjoy a bit of oral? What a big baby.

Leviathan is chill about it. No expectations for him having to keep up with the others (who he just knows MC would like more)? Well, he's fine with that. Let him worry about one less thing. Can't be envious if MC has nothing to compare... except now he has to be envious of a version of him that actually gets to do things, because even if he doesn't care he just can't help but be jealous.

Lucifer could not give less of a shit about the sex, honestly. He is here for the kink, which requires absolutely zero sex. Let Satan worry about the logistics and convincing MC that they may need to cross some boundaries for the sake of living in hell, but that isn't his problem. His only concern is what it will take to get them to dance according to his tune.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb

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icedmetaltea · 4 months

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Have you seen Help Wanted 2 yet?

Yup! Just finished it. The verdict? 0/10 not enough Sun

(Jk I rlly liked it!! Mostly just confused by the ending tho... now I'm sad cause it's over and have to wait ages for the next game whatever/whenever that may beeeeeee

)

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #help wanted 2 #*gives anon a bottle of fizzy faz*

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siletreas-workshop · 1 year

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Cult of the Lamb Cosplay!

In one of my most recent posts I gave thanks to VanhooverPE for the awesome convention I was very happy to go to! what I didn't mention however was that I was in cosplay! I was wearing my fully finished COTL Lamb cosplay and was super fortunate to meet amazingly talented VA’s such as Ellie Ray and Tabitha St Germaine and Mark Hamill and meet incredibly talented artists such as @therealakineko and Gobiraptor and BoomPOP and Waffle Wishes I also got to compete in the awesome cosplay contest hosted by Crackle’s Cousin Cosplay where I was overjoyed to win the advanced category and best in show! and now for what anyone reading this has actually been waiting for! THE PICTURES!!! (I took tons so I’m just posting some of my faves)

looking fabulous as the Lamb!

went with one of my besties @berushogunposts

was absolutely blessed to meet Ellie Ray!

dunno who your fursona is but I love how they look!

you were so nice and cheerful to chat with!

one of the crackles cousin cosplayers!

another awesome person!

the con started on a Friday the 13th so this brilliant madlad combined Pinkie Pie with Jason!!! the chainsaw actually WORKS and plays music! they made it themselves and I was super lucky that I got permission to hold it for a few photos!

this is Gobiraptor in her ADORABLE fursuit! (I bought a hanging wall-scroll version of the Velvet Remedy blanket behind her along with the matching enamel pin and a GORGEOUS Derpy Seraphim pin!)

here’s a pic of all of the cosplayers all together for the contest! everyone here did a FANTASTIC job!

here’s a pic of the Crackle’s Cousin Cosplayers striking a badass pose at the end of the convention!

and then there's THIS gem! (you had to be there to get the joke XD ) overall Vanhoover was a ABSOLUTE BLAST! I also met and became friends with Gabishy and they Vlogged the entire Vanhoover convention! heres a link to it! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmednveoybs

buuut it wasn’t the ONLY convention I wore it too! I just got back from FanExpo! (which is why it’s taken so long for me to post this! I wanted to share all the con pics at once!) it was SO busy but I went in a group with my friends and for one of them it was his first time EVER at a con AND he tried to cosplay!(and did a pretty good job too!) super happy for him!

first person I met at the con was this creative fursuiter! they made their own suit themselves and it looks awesome!

ran into another fursuiter right away and they also made it themselves!

then met this outstandingly BADASS Jinx cosplayer!

found Denki from Chainsaw man!

then met this amazingly talented cosplayer Echo

Nick cage with THE BEEEEEEES!!!

adorable plauge doctor!

FOUND WALDO! and this ones the “Apocalypse edition”

then before heading downstairs I bumped into the amazing Clawthorne sisters Eda and Lilith!

then found Makima from Chainsaw man!

then had a visit with nurse Power!

found Saitama in the crowd!

there was an ACTUAL ROBOT BEEP BOOPING AROUND!!!

I got a selfie with it!

bumped into the mighty Skeletor!

then I ran into a Nazuna cosplayer from “Call of the Night” along with these other 2 cosplayers! I have no idea where they're from but omg they look AMAZING!

I got a quick selfie with Nazuna!

found a Skyward Sword Zelda cosplayer! the detail that went into this outfit it astronomical! I adore every detail!

so glad I got a selfie with her!

found these awesome Cult of the Lamb fans! and learned there is infact 1 other Lamb at the con somewhere! I made it my mission to find the other Lamb!

Playboy BUFFey (no joke this guy was RIPPED)

a very small hero of time!

bumped into Ravio! his prices may be outrageously high but the smile is priceless!

the fairy godmother from shrek was fluttering around the hall!

I almost got taken in by the SCP foundation!

thankfully I wasn’t anomalous enough!

MY BUDDY TOTORO! (no joke tho this cosplay was amazing and I got to see the setup inside when their handler helped them get a drink! they had a camera setup to livefeed to outside world to them through their phone inside the suit! absolutly amazing engineering!)

another adorable plauge doctor (their buddy took the pic!)

a very friendly witch who adored the Lamb!

some awesome Black Clover cosplayers that my pals and I actually met on the ferry heading over to the con earlier that morning!

ran into Zenitsu Nezuko and Inosuke!

then bumped into the fabulous anarchy sisters Panty and Stocking! (with a tiny freddy fazbear plushie!) I even found BoomPOP again at this convention! scored some buttons and chatted for abit! they're super kind! and lastly!

I FOUND THE OTHER LAMB! no joke I’d been looking for over 3 hours so it was awesome to finally find them right before we were leaving!

they let me hold their sword too! overall I’ve had a blast being the Lamb! might wear this again for another convention in the future but for now I’m happy to post pics of my adventures wearing the second cosplay costume I’ve ever made in my life!

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wild-karrde · 9 months

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CONGRATULATIONS KARRDE <3 <3 <3

if you have space left for your follower celebration i would LOVE some director's commentary!! i will, unsurprisingly, request something from in command, whatever part you'd like. if you want me to narrow it down a bit, i'd love to hear more about chapters 8, 12, or 13. but again, talk about whatever part you want!!

-- @cyarbika <333

BEEEEEEE THANK YOOOOOU!!! I honestly get so thrilled at your excitement about In Command, and am more than happy to blather about it at any given opportunity (*resists the urge to apologize for being annoying* see this is GROWTH). I might... do chapter 8? If that's ok? Mainly because I feel like I've shouted at you and other commenters a LOT about went on in my head for Ch. 12 and 13 (but also will absolutely do more given the opportunity).

Putting under a cut since it's got some spoilers. Also, heads up for mentions of attempted sexual assault (which takes place in this specific chapter).

OK OK OK so for Chapter 8, on this go-around I REALLY wanted touch to be a theme in the chapter. Rex and Senna have been often classified as "touchy feely", and I honestly lean into that a lot in my writing because I think that shows how much they immediately trust one another and how comfortable they are around each other.

At the beginning of the chapter, we see Senna frustrated because she feels like Rex is recoiling from her, and to her, that feels like she's done something wrong or that he's withdrawing that trust/comfort a bit. That frustrates her for several reasons (some of which she's still VERY MUCH in denial about), but we see how quickly that frustration shifts after she wakes Rex up from his nightmare.

Suddenly, she's also withdrawing now, but it's because she's having what I think is a pretty natural response to violence (even if it was completely unintentional on Rex's part). She still wants to trust Rex and be that comfortable around him, and to an extent, when she stays to sleep with him that night, it's her really trying to make things feel normal, even if they just don't. She knows, deep down, that wasn't Rex in the moment, that he wasn't being violent towards her, but she still withdraws and is rattled. Rex has been her first source of comfort in over a year, true comfort (not like her failed romantic endeavors), and the fact that she doesn't find as much of that comfort in him after that moment is hard for her.

And then here comes Fisk. I really did want to make him more awful on this go-round, and I feel like I've managed to do so. He really is a culmination of every guy that I've ever thought I had a handle on in terms of intentions. I unfortunately kind of think that's a widely-felt experience where you walk into a situation with a guy that you feel you've set a clear boundary for, or that you think surely won't do that thing, but then he lets you down. You may not even like the guy (like Fisk), but you at least figure you can handle him, that you can hold your own. Not that Senna necessarily expected much out of Fisk, but she did have some level of expectation that he'd adhere to her boundaries, and if she pushed back, he'd back off. And then he doesn't, and suddenly, she realizes she's completely misjudged the situation. In that moment, she does what a lot of us do in these situations: blames herself and considers the outcome something she has to bear because of her miscalculation (which no, fuck Fisk and every dude like him... this was admittedly a bit therapeutic in that respect). And at this point, even with her and Rex struggling slightly, Senna is still willing to do whatever is needed to keep Rex safe.

And then there's Rex, and in this moment, even with the turmoil between them, Senna finds comfort in his touch. Because even if things weren't clearly evolving romantically between the two of them, Rex would never do that to someone, and she knows that. He'd never hurt her in the way Fisk did, would never demand something of her that she didn't feel comfortable giving (oh hey parts of Ch. 14 how did you get here?). He's safety and comfort and gentleness that she hasn't felt in a year, even with the bruises on her throat. The one silver lining of this entire interaction with Fisk is that he cements that in her mind, that Rex is all of those things. This is the point where she starts to think about how nice it is to allow herself this, to think about what it's like to have someone in her life providing those things, and how she feels about it.

For Rex, this is also a moment where he realizes how much Senna cares for him (even if it's not explicitly romantic yet). This is a person that would do just about anything to keep him safe, and for him, he can count the non-clone people that would do the same on one hand. He's always been a protector, and to have someone go to that length to protect him? It's definitely not something he's used to, and it absolutely has a massive impact on him. I really wanted this to put things in perspective for him, for him to have this moment of epiphany where he really starts to examine his feelings for Senna and how those are changing and what they mean. Because yes, he'll do just about anything to keep her safe, but this time, it's not because she's a brother or because he sees her in the same way he sees Ahsoka. I really wanted to lay some seemingly innocuous breadcrumbs (like him blowing on her wrists) that would amount to more in the next chapter, because he's in deep and is just now starting to realize it.

Anyway, I've rambled enough (and to think I was originally gonna try to cover all three chapters you mentioned...). But THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE KIND WORDS AND ASK, THE LOVELY COMMENTS THAT YOU LEAVE, AND JUST FOR BEING YOU, BEE! I APPRECIATE THE HECK OUT OF YOU!!!

Thanks for participating in my 800 Follower Celebration!

#karrde writes #800 follower celebration #follower celebration #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #captain rex #OC Senna Aven #In Command

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wooahaeproductions · 11 months

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beeeeeee hiiii! i swore i sent you an ask to be added to the taglist for a poem a day but i may have forgotten but ANYWAY add me please? 😊❤️

Cherryyyyyy!

Aww absolutely! You are so sweet! You’ll be added moving forward 💕🥰

#lovely moots #apad taglist #maren’s asks

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american-communism · 8 months

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And yes Communism is not liked by much more then minds where sinless lives is good cause people can live sinless lives! Christians often disgust me they raise there children to harness them as sinners saying no one can be sinless. That is not true at all in fact if all went to the higher order of free american communism the sins would be mainly jealousy outrage, child abuse and more mostly acts of violence out of lack of communication understanding or irritation.

sexual acts would happen to but as far as most not necessary!

The higher order may never be achieved. the higher order puts fruits and berries as the common edible plants through the cities always fruit to pick even winter berries from trees. The parks are lush bridges are waterfalls that generate electricity over water where the bridge is over mass water size and cleansed water is zipped and desert are destroyed dams are erected at every river and creek touching the ocean, backing stream up to be deeper and offer more fresh water. fresh water would return to ocean appropriate in measure rest the water could be shipped to the USA as shower water and farming water and more and restore deserts to jungles or atleast some sort of tree garden based on poisonous nature that would not spread nature to volatile!

Do not expect Christians to like communism they deal in persecution. In fact they should be outlawed like many nations with understanding but they are stubborn and idiotic, so would be driven out slowly and tamed to beeeeeee. ahhhhhh whatever your sinless daughter are worse then a convicted rapist to the catholics. convicted rapists can be catholic priests but woman can not be priests sinless or sinners! spit on them is good! No one should be raised to be a sinner only forgiven where forgiveness is due as if they earned the forgiveness of what they did wrong.

disgusting religious words they have to me some like both though spit at your feet walk on the christians is whats right!

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chinateacup · 2 years

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Ooo, love me some colours, colours are always fun for their flexible meanings!!

so, if I had to pick a colour that you'd represent it'd probably beeeeeee

Yellow, the type that comes after a frigid and long winter, the type that shimmers on fields of sunflowers and forsythias, with buzzing bees whizzing past and monarch butterflies fluttering around lemon trees!

Orange, the daring type with no qualms to taking risks, it's the orange of exhilaration that comes from pulling off the impossible, the satisfaction of getting away with it, it's an inside joke that no one will ever know the punchline too

Finally, in this pot of colours, I'll pour in a nice Rose, a kind of rose that hums a song of bonfires, with summer hidden in every swirling crackle of fire, the warmth emitting from it glazing those around it with a nice rosey hue!

Blue, though not the very Blue that comes hand in hand with empty, barren rooms and clouded over skies, tearfully weeping sorrow in every raindrop.

No, it's the admiring kind! The cool type of blue, the type you enjoy from afar, up atop a lighthouse, casting off an awed gaze at the ocean surrounding you, the blinding light that shouts a siren call to any lost wandering boats, steering them in the direction of home, wherever that may be.

Okay, I hear you thinking, that's swell but didntcha say 'a colour'? You just listed 4, so is this the thrilling conclusion to this colourful journey??? is this where you do a death-defying stunt, bungee jump onto a train and derail this whole spiel and get right to the point?

Well, no, yes, look, listen, see, but here's the problem!! I like to think everyone and everything has a colour, and people assume because it has no name that it can't be considered one, but I digress, everyone's got a colour, one that's uniquely them, whether that be the orange-yellow of a caprisun, or a jubilant red of Cherry's, the earthy brown of muddied boots reeking nostalgia or the fresh shined of new green sneakers you just got the other day! So, if I was hard-pressed to pick one, and only one, and this was for every single marble, all the marbles, every marble that'll ever exist, laying it all down on the table, do or die, go big or go bigger, it's now or never, if I really had to pick

If I really, really had to pick the greatest colour of all, it'd be you!

(I swear, I swear I geniuenly don't mean for these to go off as long as they do 😭😭 this started off with a bullet point list, but then I was like, oh shit, oh damn, you know colours r pretty kooky, pretty crazy, like isn't there that whole synesthesia thing where peeps can taste colours??? and from there it was all down the rabbit hole dlfkfjrkdj)

MANNN YOU ALWAYS SEND THE SWEETEST ASKS I SWEAR!!

I have so much envy for your writing style for real, I wish I could use this much descriptive language and imagery.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!

#ask game #tea rambles

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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Isaac: I'm terrified of the Backstreet Boys.

MC:

MC: tell me why

Isaac: [screams]

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp mc #a continuation of that post #you know the one #poor isaac cant say anything anymore without fearing a veritable meme chorus in answer #wait until he hears about nysnc #sebas needs to head out for groceries and mc just be like: iiiii wanna see you out that door baby bye bye bye bye b y e #and bc mc can smell fear her head turns 180 degrees #and isaac is like oh god oh fuck i must go no im not hungry i'd rather starve don't look at me mc #wait until may comes around #isaac will be haunted by the specter of dazai on april 30 yelling 'ITS GONNA BE M A Y' right on key in the window #ah i dream of a mansion full of memes #BUT THERE ARE DREAMS THAT CANNOT BEEEEEEE #ikevamp incorrect quotes #source: incorrect-obeyme

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firelord-frowny · 3 years

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i’m binge watching dr phil (bc i ran out of Lynn Toler’s divorce court 😭) while i knit, and just

i’m on this episode with a girl and a guy in their early 20s who had a baby AFTER they broke up, and everybody involved is being extra immature and stupid and annoying, and she’s mad that he’s dating somebody else even though she broke up with him??? complaining that ~he shouldn’t be focused on another woman, i’m not focused on another man~ and it’s like GIRL YOU AREN’T EVEN TOGETHERRRRRRR!!!!! and the dude is being dumb and not wanting to go out of his way to be in the child’s life, and they’re both hella stupid, and the guy’s new girlfriend honestly seems way too mature to be dealing with that shit, but i guess she isn’t, otherwise she wouldn’t still beeeeeee in a relationship with a guy who’s behaving dumbly in a dumb situation, but i digress...

LMAO I COULD NEVERRRRRRRRRRRR! oh my god i could LITERALLY NEVER have a child with someone i wasn’t already certain i wanted to spend the rest of my life with, LET ALONE someone i had ALREADY DUMPED oh my god!!!! which, i mean, i don’t want kids ANYWAY, but i for DAMN sure would have to be very happily and very comfortably married to a dude for a WHILE before there would even be a fraction of a chance that i’d change my mind.

i truly do not understaaaaaaaaaaand how anyone could be so casual about having a whole child with somebody they already decided they didn’t like and subsequently broke up with. Assuming you plan to raise the child, and assuming the other parent plans to participate in that as well, you’re LITERALLY agreeing to have a permanent and profound connection with someone you don’t like FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!

for at least the next 18 years, you’re going to get into stupid arguments about How To Discipline Your Child. for the rest of your life, you’re going to have to engage with this person at your kid’s recitals/performances/sports games/honor roll assemblies/graduations/etc. your kid is gonna prefer one of your homes over the other and they’re gonna throw a fit when it’s time to go spend the weekend at mommy’s.

i mean, i KNOOOOOOOOOOOOW that there are plenty of parents who are able to be fantastic coparents with each other, and they remain good friends, and they’re supportive of each other’s relationship with the kid, and they make decisions together, and they both take responsibility for the child’s emotional, financial, and physical needs, and when/if they ever pursue new relationships with other people, it doesn’t cause any issues because all the adults involved are mature and responsible and care deeply about the wellbeing of the child. I know there are situations like that. I know not every set of single coparents have an awful experience.

BUT YOU CAN’T COUNT ON THAT OMGGGG!!!!!

you could date a dude for a month, think he’s the most responsible, respectful, gentlemanly gentleman who ever gentleman’d on earth. you discover on the 32nd day of dating him that he’s an insecure, passive-aggressive, untrustworthy mooch who becomes a complete asshole when you disagree about the smallest things.

you could date a lady for a month and think she’s compassionate and understanding and supportive, and on day 32 you discover she has no respect for boundaries, she thinks it’s okay to hit you when she’s mad on account of She’s Just A Weak Little Woman So It’s Impossible For Her To REALLY Hurt You.

You don’t knoooooooooooooooowwwwww people well enough after just a few months of dating them to decide that you should have them in your life forever! shit, i honestly don’t even think a few YEARS is enough time to make a choice like that. You need to know how somebody behaves in adversity. You need to know if they’re financially responsible. You need to know if their long-term goals are compatible with your own. You need to know how they respond to YOU when YOU are experiencing adversity. How do they interact with you when you’re depressed? Afraid? Overwhelmed? You need to at least have an IDEA of how they grieve when they lose a loved one. You need to know how they cope with sudden and drastic changes. You need to observe them long enough to learn their habits and behavior patterns. You need to be able to reliably predict the kinds of choices they’ll make.

So like, it can take YEARS to finally gather enough data about a person to predict what a lifelong relationship with them might be like. You can date someone for 2 years and everything is fantastic, but then you get to the 3rd year and they lose their job and they respond to the stress by becoming abusive. You can date someone for 3 years and discover in the 4th year that they begrudge your success and try to take you down a peg every time you achieve something that you’re proud of.

If I got knocked up by some dude I haven’t known and trusted and loved for a few years already, there is no. fucking. way. that i would have that baby. there is no way i would even get up to any hanky panky with them without being on birth control and using condoms in the FIRST place, so the odds that I would get knocked up by anyone are super slim, but if I got knocked up anyway, i would fuckin teleport to a clinic right fuckin quick and have that motherfucker yoinked out of my uterus SO fast! *aretha franklin voice* ain’t no way.

i caaaaan’t. i CAN’T! IMAGINE!!!

and i am SURE this is a biased assumption due to the fact that I mostly hear about these kinds of parents on court tv or talk shows or whatever, but it seeeeems almost like a rule of thumb that people who have a baby very shortly after meeting each other tend to be stupid and irresponsible as FUCK. And that makes sense to me bc like... only an irresponsible person would make the long series of unwise choices that would lead to them having a baby at a young age with someone they don’t know they can trust. I feel like responsible people tend not to let that happen!

and PLEASE don’t get me wrong - i don’t think people who get into situations like that are Bad People. like, you can be irresponsible and immature and make shitty choices and still be a good person who’s kind and whose heart is always in the right place and who always tries to do the right thing, even if they’re not very good at figuring out what the right thing even is.

i only mean to express how dumbstruck i am by the very CONCEPT of On Purposely linking yourself permanently with somebody you already know you don’t like, or who you may DISCOVER you don’t like in the near future. even just the THOUGHT of it mkaes me anxious.

like omfg if i got knocked up and raised the child of that one ain’t shit motherfucker i had a Thing with in college?????? disaster. a lifetime of fuckboy shenanigans. a lifetime of missed appointments and broken promises and probably also a lifetime of being under the constant threat of a fuckin police raid lmfaoooo dude was LITERALLY a drug dealer. no way. no way. AIN’T NO WAY!!!

ohmy goddddddd. young adults (and even Adulty Adults, tbh), PLEEEEAAAAAASSSEEEE value yourself enough that getting on a ride without knowing where it’s headed is WHOLLY out of the question for you. Permanently attaching yourself to a near stranger should not be viable option. ESPECIALLY if you still haven’t built a stable, self-sufficient life for yourself. like, if you DO wind up having a child with a near stranger, you should at LEAST have steady, good-paying employment, and safe and comfortable housing. I mean, those are things that you should try to have before you have a baby REGARDLESS of who you have it with, but if you DO have a baby with a near stranger/someone you don’t like, it’s ESPECIALLY important that you’re able to support yourself so you’ll always be okay in spite of any potential fuckery, tom foolery, or shenanigans from the other parent. you’re not up a creek if they won’t pay child support. you can afford daycare if the other parent is unwilling to take care of your child when you’re not at home.

i caaaaAAAAAN’T!!!!

#this is a long ass post lmaooo

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birlcholtz · 4 years

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more musical theater au things

actors: jack, chowder (dance captain always and forever), bitty (absolutely 100% started out in ballet and is just now learning how to Say Words Onstage), ransom, holster, whiskey, shitty, tango

crew: lardo (stage manager), ford (ASM), dex (wardrobe), nursey (lights), louis (sound), bully (set), hops (props. because it rhymes)

chowder leads physical warmups on show days and he will just. plop into his splits like it’s NOTHING

jack leads vocal warmups if the music director is busy with the musicians

nursey is a hazard to everyone around him, he absolutely knows what he’s doing with lights he’s an expert with electronics he just. trips over nothing

dex is always doing 8 things at once he’s accidentally stuck himself with safety pins more times than he can count it doesn’t even hurt anymore, a whiz with a curling iron and hears ALL the gossip in the dressing rooms (he secretly lives for it)

mic check is an EXPERIENCE. first there’s louis wandering around the stage making sure the hanging mics work (dramatic shouting in swedish. a cappella renditions of techno music. spot-on john mulaney impersonation). then the actors come in.

there’s jack (says one of his lines and sings his highest/loudest note).

chowder (’wE’re ALlL in THIs TOgEthER’ alternatively ‘santa FEEEEEEEE MY OLD FRIEEEEEND’).

bitty (*insert all of ***flawless*).

ransom (’fERGALICIOUS DEFINITION MAKE THEM BOYS GO LOCO’).

holster (’yoooou better watch out. you BETTER WATCH OUT. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT’ alternatively ‘he’s here........ the phantom of the oooooperAAAAAAA’).

whiskey (’uhhhhh. hi. hello. .... ....... ...............we both know why we’re here / i see it in your eyes’).

shitty (’TO BE OR NOT TO BE THAT IS THE FUCKIN’ QUESTION’ ‘shitty can you sing something please’ ‘TOOO BEEEEEEEEE OR NOOOOOT TO BEEEEEEE’ ‘okay thank you’).

aaaaaaand tango (*beatboxing followed by part of your world from the little mermaid*).

they go in order of their mic #’s which means jack always goes first? and one day they all decide to do the exact same line and piece of a song that jack does it’s wild

whiskey with theater kid energy is the most incredible thing i’ve ever thought of in my life. he takes a long time to warm up to people and let himself be goofy and he isn’t as chaotic as, like, holster?? but he at least allows himself to be visibly Into Theater around them

whiskey would also be a kILLER warner in legally blonde

best to worst dancers: bitty and chowder (tied for first-- bitty may have done Serious Ballet but chowder just has a better handle on what MT dance is supposed to be like), whiskey, ransom, tango, jack (surprisingly), holster, shitty (he’s more of a straight play kind of guy but he’s decent enough with song and dance to still get cast. also he can tap???)

as far as crew goes, bully is an excellent dancer. the rest of them are all kinda ....what’s a choreography

#musical theater au #omgcp #now i'm thinking about good roles for all of them and im just #gosh i love musicals #theater au

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cecilspeaks · 4 years

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167 - Echo

Spring reveals nature’s secret That death is reversible. Welcome to Night Vale.

The worst part is not the tall plumes of smoke. Nor the destroyed cars and buildings, nor the armed desert cult marching through the streets. It is the silence. The absence of sirens echoing across the valley. The absence of help. the absence of hope that help will happen. And now the absence even of screams.

The clan of passengers of Delta flight 18713 prowls the streets of our town, seeking those who hide, those who resist. They know there are few of us left who have not been subsumed by their leader’s commands. And those of us who do remain will be captured and eventually killed. They must know I am here, hiding, talking, resisting. They must see our radio antenna, our station sign, hear our broadcasts.

The pilot knows who I am, delights in having inhabited my mind a couple weeks go to speak his foul truth. He holds out some hope that he can re-enter my brain, squeeze it tight with his calm convincing voice. I remain alive because the pilot wants me in my job. Wants me on his side.

I hope for solution. I hope my own voice empowers those who are still free to rise up, to fight back, but so far – nothing. I no longer hope to find Amelia Anna Alfaro who was always the best at everything and who disappeared eight years ago to loo for Delta flight 18713. I no longer hope that Amelia Anna Alfaro will be found or that she will save us because she is found. She will not save us.

Amelia stands at the top step of the Night Vale City Hall. Behind her is the multi-headed, single-bodied entity that is City Council. Amelia and the City Council are both fully under the control of the pilot. Amelia Anna Alfaro found the missing passengers of flight 18713, and then was enjoined by the pilot to join them.

When the pilot makes contact with your brain, he does not speak to you at first. He does not begin with a plea, with a mission, with a request or command. He first forces you to hear the lives of his passengers, innocents who boarded Delta flight 18713 from Detroit to Albany on June 15, 2012. You hear a mother calming her child, you hear giggling teenage boys, you hear middle-aged men telling each other the same stories they have told each other for years on end. You hear about vacations and jobs and families and favorite books and unrealized dreams, you hear it all until you accept the mundane comfort and intimacy of community, until you are lulled into a willingness to hear anything – and then you hear the pilot. And you hear his message. The words of his message are about nature’s beauty. The words express loving respect that all nature is beautiful. But the message is not the words. It’s what’s encoded within them, the message is that all who are not beautiful are an affront to nature.

His power of unspoken oration, of invisible influence, allows his hatred to metastasize, to become an active assault rather than an idle grumble. It is difficult to stop his voice from entering your head. Nearly impossible. I am not able to do it on my own. Carlos sits with me still in my studio. When I talk to Carlos, I do not hear the voice of the pilot nor his passengers. Charles Rainier, the former warden of the Night Vale Asylum, went fishing to keep his mind clear. Tamika Flynn has taken to listening to the audio book of Emily St. John Mandel’s bestselling novel “Station 11”, which is narrated by Night Vale’s own Lee Marvin who, by the way, turns 32 next month. Happy early birthday, Lee, if you can hear me.

I have found that Carlos calms me, centers me, silences the echoes of 100 different people, 100 different thoughts in my head, none of which are my own. If you know what centers you, do that immediately.

The streets are quiet, Night Vale. I hope some of you can hear me. I hope some of you are staying out of sight, out of reach. If you can, come together, find each other. Perhaps we can overpower these invaders of our peace, but the pilot hides from any potential counterattack, and if we can’t stop him, can’t cut out the brain of his insurgency… I believe our hopes are lost. Our end is near.

The last hope I had stands on the top step of City Hall rallying her mindless clan on a ruthless scouring of our city. Amelia Anna Alfaro was always the best at everything, and the pilot knows that. It is why he chose her as his chief strategist, his general, his right hand.

They will push beyond Night Vale soon. To Red Mesa and Pine Cliff, and to the rest of the state, and beyond.

More people are brought to City Hall as I speak, and Amelia flanked by Doug Biondi delivers their sentence, their punishment for resistance. Their fate for lacking beauty in the eyes of a truly hateful man. Their sentence is to be tied together and held in the rock garden lining the outer lawn of City Hall. Once every person in Night Vale has been gathered in one place, the pilot will make one last attempt to overtake our minds as a group, to grow his army tenfold. He may succeed with some and the remainder – will be executed.

The pilot believes in his own specific definition of beauty. He believes those who fail to be good enough specimens of nature, of humanity, must be removed from the genetic pool. Every few hours, another group of prisoners crouches before Amelia, and another group receives immediate conviction.

As Amelia stands in judgment before the most recently indicted, she pauses. One of the captured is standing in defiance. In response to this rebellious act, Doug Biondi, still wearing his asylum-issued coveralls, raises a handmade curved blade, but Amelia stops him. The one standing is Yvette Alfaro. It is Amelia’s mother. She begs Amelia to recognize her own family and to have mercy. But Amelia’s eyes show no hint of relenting. Yvette tells Amelia she always loved her, was always proud of her, but that her motherly pride was sometimes a selfish price. “You were a story I wrote for myself to tell my friends,” Yvette says contritely. “I did not let you tell your own story. I should have been proud of you for what you achieved, for yourself. Happy for your happiness. But I saw you as a way to better me. I’m sorry, Amelia,” Yvette tells her only child, and then hands Amelia a note. “Please read this. It’s all I ask that you do for your mother. Read what I wrote,” Yvette says. Without even glancing at the paper, Amelia crumples it into a ball, her face reddens, and her eyes blacken, as she pushes her mother back down to her knees. With a nod of Amelia’s head, the brainwashed and ever growing clan of flight 18713 ties up the new prisoners and pushes them into the rock garden, until every remaining person in town has been drawn together for the pilot. And the last who resist his voice will be destroyed. A rotten harvest to be composted for a more promising crop.

If you can hear my voice, you are one of the last left. We cannot see the pilot, but he can see us, and it is not long until his minions are here with me, or there with you, Night Vale. We are the last to be reaped, the last to be gathered.

They stalk outside my studio now! Climbing the walls, smashing in windows, knocking down doors. I-I can hear them in the hallways behind me. Carlos is barring the door to the studio, but I know it will not hold! Carlos, do as you promised and run! I will stay focused, I will keep my head safe, I will take us all To the weather!

[“The Stolen Century” by Ellen Beizer: http://ellenclairebeizer.com]

I am captured, Night Vale. So is Carlos. I can’t see where they took him, so I keep my eyes closed and imagine Carlos’ face. I keep talking to this image of Carlos to protect my thoughts from the pilot’s voice. The ragged, empty-minded clan of flight 18713 pushes me into a larger group of captives. I still do not see Carlos, but I see the violent hungry faces of those under the pilot’s control. I see two teenage boys who are secretly mad for each other. I see a middle-aged man who either went to New Orleans or heard about New Orleans so much that he might as well have gone. I see the people who inhabited my mind. Whose voices were used to hypnotize me, to lay the psychological groundwork for the pilot. And I hear them. I hear their voices coming from their mouths, live, in real time. But I hear them in my head too! Separate from their bodies. And I think of Carlos again, trying to stop the echoes, [very quietly] return to silence and clarity.

They lead our group. I with my head down, eyes closed, quietly conversing with an imaginary Carlos, to the steps of City Hall. To the feet of the ruthless Amelia Anna Alfaro. Ohh, [quietly] but she’s not ruthless. She is compromised. I do not know how to convince her of this, if her own mother could not. Even still immediately we are denounced as resistors and tied up with the other uncooperative prisoners, wriggling uselessly in their bindings along the rock garden. The last of those who refused to join the 18713 have been gathered together. Amelia knows she has quickly and thoroughly sorted out entire town into the recruited and the renounced. She was always the best at everything.

At this moment, the pilot emerges from the front doors of City Hall. Amelia and the rest of the 18713 look on him with awe. And it occurs to me they have never seen him in person. Only heard his voice. The enormity of his legend is evidence in the gaping maw and sparkling dark eyes of Amelia Anna Alfaro. The pilot does not visibly speak, yet I can hear him in my head. Each of us can her a personalized appeal from him in our minds.

[deep creepy voice] “Cecillll,” he says to me. “You have a beautiful voice. Think of how much beauty we can share together. Think of your voice, carried miles through the air like dandelion seeds. Spreading our message of nature’s true beauty to everyone in the desert. To everyone beyonddd the desert. You are chosennn Cecillllll. Beeeeeee. My. Voiccccce.”

I think of Carlos’ face. I say aloud to my imagined Carlos: the first time you called me, I knew you liked me. Even though you avoided my flirting. I thought you were trying to be professional, Carlos, playing ignorant, but you weren’t. you were shy. You didn’t know how to ask. And I knew I loved you.

My mind remains clear as I talk, but I see several of the remainders sturgling to ignore the pilot’s voice permeating their every thought. A few lose the fight and join his clan. He is too far from me, too far from any o the rest of us to reach him, to subdue him, to kill him, to get back my mind, to get back my town, to get back my Carlos.

When the pilot’s final pleas and patience expire, he walks down the paved path and stands next to Amelia Anna Alfaro. Then he says, for the first time using his mouth: “None of them are beautiful! None of them are nature! None of them can live!” Amelia stares at him like a star struck fan in the presence of a Hollywood celebrity. Doug Biondi, next to her, holds up his crooked blade. The angel of death wears electric blue coveralls, and the 18713 raise their weapons too, glaring at the last of us tied up a the rock garden. I search in vain for Carlos one last time, battling the sick truth that we are born and we will die alone. And Amelia Anna Alfaro raises her hand. Inside her hand is a ball of paper. Seeming confused about how it got there, she unfurls it. Smoothing out the wrinkles with her fingers, she examines the paper. There is a long silence. “Should I do it or what? Amelia?” Doug Biondi asks, anxious to get to the killing part. I now see what Amelia sees. I cannot read what is written on the paper, but I know what is there. They’re words from her mother, written in code. In a puzzle. The one place Amelia’s mind can hide from the voices, from the voice of the pilot, is in puzzles. Amelia says: “It is my responsibility to destroy that which is not beautiful. Give me the blade, Doug.” Doug, reluctantly, does so. Still staring at the paper, she pulls the blade behind her shoulder and says: “You come from nowhere, and that is where you shall return.” She splashes the blade into the pilot’s throat. I see his hands clutch at his neck. I see Doug Biondi lunge for Amelia, to protect his beloved leader, but as his arms crash down onto her shoulders, he relents. Doug’s mind is free now too.

I see the pilot convulse one final time. I see the emancipated Amelia run toward her mother. Other members of the 18713 surrounding us drop their weapons, their eyes vacant and lips white. The rush of mental agency is blinding them, staggering them. One of them cuts the ropes from my hands. I help free the others, one by one, still searching for Carlos and then – I find him. He is in the very back, the last of the last of Night Vale. Those who are free are running or embracing or helping those who are still bound or drunk with confusion, and on the ground where Amelia stood moments before, I find the wrinkled note from mother to daughter. It is a series of numbers, not words. I show it to Carlos. “A cryptogram puzzle,” he says. “I love those.” I ask him if he can solve it. He screws up his face. “We should get out of here first,” he says. “Please,” I say. He looks at it for a couple of minutes, until finally he says: “It’s a basic alphanumeric code. It reads: Amelia, I am proud of you, no. matter. what.”

Carlos and I hold each other through the town. Passing two teenage boys dressed in scraps of airplane upholstery, gripping tightly each other’s faces. We help a lost toddler find his parents. We clear broken glass from streets. We walk home.

We shade our eyes from the setting sunset, which kindles through a hilltop cliff. We talk nonstop about today, about tomorrow, about yesterday, about every possible moment, just talking and talking, because we almost lost our talk forever. We do not hear the returning echo of sirens across the valley. We do not hear anything but ourselves.

Stay tuned. Next. For a silence that is all your own.

Good night, Night Vale … Good night.

Today’s proverb: Did you know the Germans have 31 different words for beer? Well they don’t, that’s wrong, you’re wrong

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv transcripts #episode 167 #echo #i apologize for the long delay #but i couldn't load the post form for some reason

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