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decayingdollette · 1 month

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I wrote this bc I was feeling impulsive. I’m sorry if this sucks lmaoooo

Adam & Lawrence with a goth girlfriend

Adam:

This guy listened to industrial music in Saw I and even had friends in bands who were doing shows, since he likes industrial music and punk most likely he definitely would be stoked that you’re goth. Not in an objectifying way, he genuinely loves the goth music like the Cure, Joy Division, hell he probably heard some Christian Death and Type O Negative songs. Maybe Strawberry Switchblade.

How does the fact of you being goth pop up? If you met in a record store and you were either super trad goth with your pikes and teased hair he would be over the moon that goths still existed in town. He’d be a bit nervous and awkward but we love that.

You guys consequently exchange numbers, and you thought he was a sweet guy so you ask for his. He never gave you the ick. Matter of fact you found him cute and wholesome almost immediately.

You call him almost week later after being busy with work since you went to the record store on a Sunday. And he tries so hard to not fanboy. “Pretty goth actually called me back omgomgomgomg” he internally screams. You guys agree to meet up at a new record store opposite of town.

He would play random shit in his car or yours with cds, or the radio, and somehow that one Sisters of Mercy song pops up. Can you guess what it is?

He’s gonna mutter “She’s Lost Control” by Joy Division because one day it just starts playing in his head. You could be anywhere. The park, the mall, Lawrence’s house. You just find it adorable.

Honestly no other person has really supported your goth side, much less accepted it. Adam isn’t goth but he at least respects the subculture and doesn’t call you weird fetishy names.

He definitely raves about you to all his friends, including Lawrence, who was never goth but has been alive when goth music was at its beginning. Lawrence knows probably one or two Soft Cell songs and would bring them up if he was with you both.

If you’re a musician or are friends with a goth musician he will definitely create flyers and take concert pics. You as a musician he will take pics for your album covers. He refuses to not do it for free because his reward is that you’re his muse.

If you’re going to goth night he would want you to goth him up. Put white foundation on him and the grey contour!! Put eyeliner on his waterline!! Tease his hair!!

When you start dating, he will definitely bring stuff from antique stores. He goes thrifting a lot, he somehow finds an obscure Rosetta Stone cassette tape. Or a grey rosary for you to wear.

Lawrence

Forgive me if I get this wrong but wasn’t he like in his 20s during the 80s during the prime goth time? He’s heard of goths but lowkey meshes their label with new wave listeners.

He divorced his wife and was estranged from her and their daughter so things have been going downhill

Until you guys somehow bump into each other…at a hardware store

You want to paint your new room. You don’t immediately know why Lawrence is there.

You make eye contact and you smile. He doesn’t smile back immediately but you drop something three aisles down and he picks it up for you because he happened to be looking for the same thing. You panic a little because he has a cane. He turns out fine.

You thank him, ask if he’s okay, and say you like his tie, which has a silver iridescent color. He says he’s fine, and that you have an interesting new wave hair style 😂 you’re goth, not necessarily new wave. You thank him anyway.

You ask a staff member if this store has the brand of steel cleaning solution you’re looking for, and they say no. Lawrence starts telling you he think he saw it at a neighboring convenience store. You thank him and wink. Flirty mf. Then you ask his name.

Mans really says his full name.

Oh Lord, you have a crush on this man.

How are you gonna find him? Fuck, you don’t even know him. But you find out he’s an ONCOLOGIST when you mention to your metal head friend that he said his full name. FULL NAME.

Your friend teases you hella.

Said friend has an anesthesia appointment at where Lawrence works unbeknownst to you both and you’re their ride home. You dropped one of your keys, your house key. Fuck. You have to go back and you realize you lost the key drive 5 minutes into dropping off your friend. As soon as you’re back and you scavenge the parking garage for the facility, thankfully locating your key, Lawrence’s shift is over. He looks tired as he walks with his cane. and you spot him exiting the backdoor. But you call his name and he perks up. You’re not looking as goth today, but he still recognizes you and he smiles and says your name.

He asks what you’re doing here, and you say coyly that you dropped your key and that the ring that hangs all the keys was not sturdy enough. He nods and doesn’t break a smile or laugh, or frown. He just tells you to be careful.

Okay you know what, you ask him out for coffee and his number because YOLO. There’s no Instagram or Snapchat so how else would you guys keep in touch??

He says yes????????? You honestly thought he’d decline because…idk. People either find goth girls weird or hot. Sometimes both…for the most wrong reasons.

You call him and ask his day off, which are always Saturdays and Sundays. He insists on picking you up. You kinda hoped you could girlboss and drive him. Maybe next time ;) you tease your hair that day so he will make the new wave comment.

He does. “New wave today once again (Name).” You chuckle and ask what bands he likes.

He mentions Duran Duran and Soft Cell, but that’s about it. Then you go off on your goth side.

I feel like he is more of a jazz and classical piano music guy. I don’t know why. But you haven’t even listened to those genres much until now, and you make him remember a Siouxsie and the Banshees song, probably Spellbound? Now he buys their whole album. And you are now dabbling in jazz and classical piano. It’d be funny if you were a deathrocker, it would be a cute opposite to his Chopin collection.

I’ll write for other characters, feel free to suggest any

#saw #saw movie #saw movies #saw franchise #saw fandom #adam stanheight x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw x reader #saw headcanons

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yutaholic · 2 years

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Jungwoo/Mark’s tweet earlier got me sooo mad I was heated again like so quick after the nj concert the very next day you’re like “back to koreaaaaa💚” like I’m upset bc i am into 2 other groups, all of which I’ve supported since their respective debuts (except for the fact that I’d been around and waited for neos since 2014 smrookies…since their fucking name sounded like a citation in a legal contract, SR14B! That’s right, all the way from Florida, I’ve been down for them since before THEY WERE EVEN “THEM”, THEIR DAMN SELVES!! I remember when Haechan spelled his birth name without a ‘c’ in it, you little muskrats, i— anyway ) but 80% of my attention time and money for the last few years has been to nct, including superm. First it was it was like 50-55%, then it progressed a couple years ago to 65-75, now here we are. To the point that I still care about my favs but all I talk about & most of I listen to & only I voted for, has been nct. On top of that, I’m Black. And was most active on Twitter. Do y’all know how hard it is to be a black ifan to these mfs for over half a decade, sometimes I wonder if im in my right mind cus part of me lookin in the mirror like “bitch u sure u good over there?🤨” 😭

The confidence…the gall, the audacity, the mf TEMERITY of these people to either not gaf enough about the majority of their fans that they’ll pussyfoot around and kiss the feet of Korean nctzens so much that they are actively disrespecting us. A few of them lurk, I know they do, esp Ty. ik cus he’s my bias & what he texts in bubble proves he knows things he wouldn’t be aware of without looking at our tweets. I am so upset with him & I have never been mad enough about anything he’s done as I am rn. If you’ve seen anything Tyongf have said, you know we are a little shocked and a lot disappointed. I’d planned to say sumn but that video showing he was insecure in his position came out so I used my allotted texts on that but the minute he sends smth (3 replies allowed per message of the artist) it’s ON, on.

I remember superhuman era quite well but what strikes me is how large the treatment gap has widened since then. There came to a time where we were lowered another peg (cus we knew we weren’t equal) to please and appease kfans. Then it’s gotten worse and worse when their fandom size jump quite a bit with Kick It but EXPONENTIALLY abroad with Sticker & favorite last year. But the acknowledgement has been less! How long does sm think we will sit & take this from them before we find another group that doesn’t mistreat their fans abroad lmao. One of those I’m into is BTS. Do you think I would’ve been calling radio stations regularly to get & then keep their songs on there, buying the albums in store to help with physicals and doing all the other projects if they treated intl army like NCT treats nctzens outside of Korea🧐?!?? Does NCT and sm think GRAMMY NOMINATIONS came to BTS twice by intl armys getting treated like second class citizens?! LMAOOO chile they have bumped their damn heads.

Atp I want Chris Lee and some other people’s heads on pikes!! Whoever make them type of decisions to shun us!! They really bending over backwards for people who tanked their entire era in anger bc American fans got fan service like taking pics with them on the street & shit?? That just shows how shallow they can be! Clown asses! Usually I’m like “Bubu don’t go on Twitter there aren’t good things there” but rn I’m sooo close to going off that it got me boutta text him to go on Twitter & exactly what to search if he wanna see whats really good in the fandom rn. I’m tired of being understanding & acting like I’m fine and is being the bigger person. I want to evoke emotions, I want them feel upset and worry and FEAR👹 It sounds unhinged and petty but I want them for even just a MINUTE, to have a bodily experience of fright and sadness and the realization that we very can leave in droves! But not boycotting an era and cursing them out, oh no, by legitimately just dropping them. That we CAN leave their asses silently and put another group on the map. We can drop not just the unit but the whole brand, ending that nct Hollywood bullshit RIGHT NOW if they don’t appreciate us being around. We don’t expect to be superior just at least toe the mf line??

It’s funny, they call us grass sometimes bc of our light sticks. I’m all about not feeling insecure or conflicted in the past but…These days? I’d thoroughly enjoy them having an “oh shit…” feeling of despair, and epiphany that if they don’t water ALL the “grass” in their yard, there WILL be noticeably large patches of nothing but dirt and dead plants.

I need you to know that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this ask. You have a way with words. I could feel the rage through my screen. I also felt like I was being scolded even though I did nothing wrong. You know how like when you're in the room and your friend is getting chewed tf out by their mom? That's how I felt for a hot minute lol

I said in an earlier ask that all this ncity discourse has me feeling like I'm on the couch with a bag of popcorn watching my bestie fight with her boyfriend. You are now that bestie and I will cheer you on while you read our men to filth. 👏 also hell yes kill nct hollywood early so we never gotta deal with that shit! hahahaha

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incorrect-quotes-2-the-startling · 2 years

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The Great Mouse Debacle

Dear All, I saw a mouse, where? there in the meeeting room, there in the meeting room right there, etc etc...His name is Malcom and although he is very cute I'm afraid he cannot stay so we need to put some traps down. Also please make sure no food is left out for him - particularly large pieces of cake! - I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him (albeit rather briefly) - Wonder-Tweek

Lets get him! - Fastpass I'm not sure which is more worrying. The mouse in the meeting room, or that Tweek needs reassurance that he's not seeing imaginary critters - Call-Girl

I say we catch him alive and fatten him up for the next milestone feast... - Mosquito MMMMMMMmmmmmmm Chicken - Fastpass I almost stepped on him last week - New-Kid Lets catch him and keep him as a pet. Failing that I could use him as a friend to keep Stripe company. - Super-Craig Leave the mouse alone. He wont hurt ya - Mysterion

I like to wear mice as hats. - Damien Let's make our next game about him. Malcolm the MF Mouse... - Tupperware So that's who's been stinkey'n up the loo and not turning the fan on!!! Of course! He cant reach the fan! - Human-Kite Nor can he aim, apparently. - Tool-Shed Let get the little furry F**K. - Fastpass We can always get a mouse-friendly trap rather than a snappy trap...Although where to dump him when he's caught....? - Call-Girl

OUT THE WINDOOOOOoooowww................. *splat* Just kidding - Mysterion Simple: a combination mouse trap and catapult. *SNAP - SPROING - WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH - . . . . . . . . . . thud* - New-Kid I take it that the “THUD” is you whacking him out of bounds with your baseball bat? - Henrietta shouldn't that be SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK - WHOOSH? - Professor Chaos Maybe we could invest in a cat. - Human-Kite Down Cartman's trousers! - Super-Craig

I just love the sexy scurry of a lady mouse, Leave the mouse alone, Leave all mice alone, My darlin I, cant get enough of you love baby.... la la la la la - Mysterion No, it should be: SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK – WHOOSH – ting (microwave done) - New-Kid Did you have a bad mouse experience during your childhood??? - Call-Girl Gee, that X-Box demo would have worked heaps better if they'd thrown a mouse into a room full of mouse traps already primed with other mice, setting off a chain reaction of SNAPs, SQUEAKs and SPROINGs. - Mosquito This is my one line comment. - Doctor Timothy

Maybe we can convince Mysterion to eat it? - Tool-Shed That'll take a lot more convincing then five dollars - Mysterion You can do it! - Fastpass Or we could put it back where it belongs .. plugged into the back of somebody's computer. - New-Kid Hasn't anyone seen Stuart Little??? He could be our ticket to fame and fortune! - The Coon In the sequel to Stuart Little, they're gonna have him infect the happy family with the plague. - Damien

Has anyone ever seen both Cartman and the rat at the same time?... just wondering if there's some secret identity thingy going on. - Human-Kite Maybe he's the little bastard moving everyone's stuff - Tool-Shed So was it the mouse that was sneaking smokes in the toilet? Seems like the poor little thing is getting blamed for everything else - Call-Girl Let's get him! - Fastpass I could use another mouse or two to help power my car... - Mysterion We should cover the room with flour and see where his little tracks lead. Then douse the mongrel in petrol - Damien

nah.. That's not funny.. That's just a bit sick - Mosquito Let's just cover the room in Petrol and light it up now! - New-Kid WOOOHOOO!! An old fashion burnin'! Let me duck home and grab me roastin' trousers - Damien I'm beginning to see the start of the Stinky Meat Project part 2 ;-) - Fastpass Put his little mouse head on a big dirty pike as a warning to others... - Henrietta Lets just all burn our pants. - Mysterion Umm, you go first - Tool-Shed

Let's get him! - Fastpass You all want to jump me now I've burnt my pants huh? - Mysterion One of my friends had a story about his father doing the mouse vs petrol thing when he was young, and with its last chance at revenge, the burning mouse ran into some very long, very dry grass, set the grass alight, and burned down a whole farm.. crops, machinery, house, and also the people who owned it... - New-Kid hahahahaha cooooooool - Damien See, vicious little mongrels, mice. Burn your house down soon as look at you. They're dangerous! Arsonists! Satanists! They must be stopped, before it's too late. It's us or them. [oh, and I'm always available for a pants burning. name a time] - Mosquito

Let's get him! - Fastpass Release your anger and complete the journey to the dark side... - Mysterion Why don't we just get HIM? - Tupperware That's not the mouse you are looking for.. Move along, move along. - Human-Kite Let's get him! - Fastpass I don't think Mysterion needs any help releasing . . . - Call-Girl Certainly not releasing so much as restraining. - Tool-Shed Has anyone heard the one about the mouse and giraffe that met in a bar? - Mosquito

Yep - Tupperware I think we should all try and get out of the HQ a little more - Call-Girl Woowoo! Call-Girl said we can all go home! - The Coon Let get HIM then! - Fastpass Let's have pants burning as a random encounter, or even a full mission. Somebody keeps sneaking into the base and setting fire to peoples pants - Tupperware There isn't really a mouse. I just made the whole thing up lol - Tweek THERE IS NOW DAMMIT!!! - Damien

Lets get Tweek then? - Fastpass Blah blah blah! - Doctor Timothy Dracula impressions? Really? - Super-Craig blah blah blah, dude! (keanu in dracula) - Tupperware If it was MY mouse, Id say like: Get back in the kitchen and cook me some pie bee-atch - The Coon You have a pie-cooking mouse? - Human-Kite Yeah of course I do - The Coon

If you don't mind I'd like to borrow it for the night. - Tool-Shed

You need help. - Call-Girl

That's WHY I need the mouse . . I feel he could add some valuable insights into my non-existent social life - Tool-Shed

Let's just set up a big barbed wire cage (or even better, a dome) and have a sort of last man standing dealie. The winner gets to eat the mouse... - Mosquito

I'm in - Damien

Are we fighting the mouse or each other? - New-Kid

I assumed the idea was to beat each other to a bloody pulp. - Damien

Sure, but I've always wanted to compete versus a rodent [I might actually have a chance of winning]. - Mosquito Aaaaaargh! - Doctor Timothy "I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him (albeit rather briefly)" I'd just like to categorically deny ever seeing a mouse. Tweek is a loon. - Mysterion Catch mE IF you cann!!!! i'Ve BEEEN crappping in YoUr Koffee for ^Wee&ks. HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!! The MOuS!!!!-----

#south park the fractured but whole #Tweek Tweak #Jimmy Valmer #Wendy Testabuger #Clyde Donovan #South Park New Kid #Craig Tucker #Kenny Mccormick #Damien Thorn #Tolkien Black #kyle brovlofski #Stan Marsh #Henrietta Biggle #Butters Scotch #Timmy Burch #Eric Cartman #incorrect quote

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adonis-koo · 2 years

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I’m a lil bit afraid after seeing Missy say things are getting complicated for mc but let’s gooooo

oh we’re just jumping right in okay

Wheein ,,,,, girl ,,,, I guess ,,,,,

It’s the way that mc is literally still getting her hands bandaged and STILL has to do this stupid fight ugh I hate seohyun

The way I wanna fight anyone who’s sneering rn

Grabbing her chin🥹

Oh SHUT UP YOU DUMB BITCH judgement day??? Yeah maybe for your sorry ass bc EVERYONE here knows you’re just doing this bc you’re jealous and it’s like you’re picking on a little kid as teenager when we compare training like COME TF ON

TELL HER MC

WHY IS SHE TRYING TO KILL HER ??? I mean we know why but SHES THE MF PRINCESS STOPPPPPP

Okay but also just need to add I can literally perfectly picture this fight in my head rn like sounds and everything

Aww bby is worried

MAYBE BC SHES HAD AS MUCH TRAINING AS APPARENTLY ALL NEWBORNS HAVE IN YOUR DAMN COUNTRY MAYBE THATS WHY YOU ASSHOLE

YEAH !!!!!

Idk if she’ll pretend being burnt out atp bc mc is pissing her off so hopefully she just fights in a rage with no brain

WE ALL KNOW THAT YOURE THE TRUE COWARD HERE OH MY GODDDDDD I WANNA MURDER HER

,,,,, does she ,,,,, not know history? Like if I was mc I’d be heated but from where I’m sitting seohyun just sounds dumb like who tf do you think helped y’all when your country first fell hello ?????

Idk she might fall for this jungkook ,,,,,,

YEAHH GO MC TELL HER !!

OH MY FUCK ABSOLUTELY NOT IS THAT ALLOWED ???? WHAT THE FUCK ????

AHHHH YAYYY !!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT !!??????

In sweetness there is strength baby

but ahhhh I’m so proud of mc omg she did amazing 🥹

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK NO I WILL MURDER THIS BITCH IM GOING TO SLICE HER HEAD OFF HER BODY AND STICK IT ON A PIKE THIS IS NOT OKAY

I’m sorry . I’m confused . Your reputation has already been ruined first bc of your awful behavior and now you literally lost to someone with barely any training and NOW you’re pulling this shit ???? Also what traitor???? And not standby if duty calls??? Literally what are you going on about?? I’m sorry she sounds crazy like none of this is happening idk ,,,, and if it is if anything it’s been happening /to/ mc with the whole assassination attempt thing so

I’m sorry. Did everyone else have their eyes closed? MC won. She won. Went to take a bow bc the match was OVER and then was kicked. After the match. Idk what kind of bs rules these are but mc won. Not seohyun.

Also jungkook,,,,, that’s kinda hot ,,,,,🫠

Ooh shit ,,,,, goddamn that was brutal and she deserved it🥰

You know I’ve about had it with these stupid fucking knights YALL WANT A PIECE OF ME??? LET ME AT EM MISSY wheein and I will go kick their asses

NO BBY YOU WON !!! You deserve to celebrate🥹 awww I’m really glad they’re celebrating her she deserves it !!!!

I mean atp this is how it should be like yeah I hope he is completely over that wench like come on now

WAIT sorry I just had a sinking feeling considering what Missy has said about the next couple chapters oh god like it’s good now I’m scared what’s gonna go wrong ,,,

Friends ,,,,, right ,,,, cuz the whole naked bath thing is a thing friends do,,,, okay ,,,

Personally I’d love to be manhandled like a sack of flour but in a fun way ya know but maybe that’s just me

With the pictures of jungkook that came out recently and this robe situation yeah do not talk to me rn ,,,,,

Ooh I hope she gets to trace them later🥰🥰🥰

Her waist🫠

Jungkook I’m gonna need you to keep your hands where I can see them for my sanity okay? Thanks🥰

AWWW THE FIRST OF MANY I BET !!!

TELL HWR JUNGKOOK TELL HER !!!!!! Bc she did win like that was v clear

The chin again 🫠 this is not what I meant by hands where I can see them I didn’t mean directly next to mcs eyes

G- good ,,,,,,,, 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

T-throat🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

,,,,,,rubbing windpipe .,,,,,,,,,

we ,,,,,,

dress

wALL ?????

not marking her I-

dONT BE QUIET ???????

B O S S E D A R O U N D ??!!!!!!?

,,,,,,,,

“look at me when I speak to you”

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

T-thigh k-kiss 😣😣😣😣

Why are you bringing up another man in the bedroom rn babes GET UR HEAD IN THE GAME JK

rIPPED ?!!!!!?!!?!!

Side note it’s v clear you’re v possessive sweet prince like we all know hearing that she hasn’t done this before is turning you on

I- well. Possessive was the right word ig

ARE TOU SERIOUS RN WHO TF

WHEEIN .

JUNGKOOK ??????

Not Taehyun pls he’s been through enough😭😭😭😭

Ooh I hope mc gets back at jungkook for that

Wow that was an incredible scene tho you always amaze me Missy !!

LMAOOOO JIMIN GET HIMMMMMM where’s yoongi and hobi get them in on this too

No idea ,,,,, right ….

LMAOOO YESSSS MISSY YOURE GREAT BRINGING HOBI IN BLESS

Okay jungkook damn

POSSESSIVE EXACTLY I’m glad we’re all on the same page

OH MT GOD HE WANTED TO INCORPORATE HER PREFERENCES AHHHHH THATS SO SWEET

CUT OUT BENEATH THE CHEST HELLO ???? If you’ve got an image of this Missy I’d love to see it !!!!

“Does he like you too?” Oh my god mc🙄 what is this? Middle school?

Was not expecting him to give a straight answer alright ,,,,,,🫠

Pls don’t make her fight again ,,,

LMAOOOO CALL HIM OUT WE LOVE TO SEE IT

oh fuck off 🙄 we were having fun, read the room nobody wants ur dumb ass here cLaUdiN

LMAOOOOOOOOO AS HE SHOULD🗡🗡🗡

🙄🙄🙄 oh whatever

o-oh

nOT BEHIND THE CHAIR YOONGI YOURE LATE PLS this is not fair mc deserves to embarrass jk in front of yoongi this keeps happening😭

pLEASE NOBODY PERCEIVE MC RN

He’s just a lil jealous bby it’s fine

LMAOOO I love that everyone’s ready to bat for MC this is the energy I wanna see !!!! Throw wheein in the mix and bodies will drop I can assure you

AWWWW ONE FOR TAEHYUN TOO !!!! 🥹

Okay DAD 🙄

Not a shot from jimin😭😭😭

Aww a little full circle moment this is cute🥹

…… wait are they gonna get attacked ….. both drunk and vulnerable ….. dark corridor….. can barely stand while walking up stairs….. idk sounds like the perfect place to do a lil push and send them both tumbling to their deaths while making it look like an accident idk …… I am nervous

Oh wow, she- wow. Alright .

Are we.,,,, getting a second smut scene ???? Oh my god………….

Throat again 🫠

We- 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

MC he’s gonna make you pls for both of our sakes don’t provoke him😖🫠

Sw- we- okay.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO POOR MC MY POOR BABY

wow I mean the fact this is still going on after she 🤢 is impressive like damn they were really holding back the horny weren’t they LMAO

Oh wow

Do not do this to me I will smack you jk don’t leave her like that !!!!!!😠

Oh no pls don’t fight pls 😭

Oh god bless

I mean he’s right you drink that much you pay the price lol

OH MY GOD SHE GAVE HIM A HICKEY ???? LMAOOOOOO YOU LOVE TO SEEE IT !!!

And did. She really did. I can’t blame her🤷🏻‍♀️

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO RELENTLESS

JUNGKOOK PLS THE THROAT AGAIN

oH MY GODDDDDDDD🫠🫠

Ugh jeong dae this crusty old man🙄

Okay mc knows her stuff!!! I’m so proud of her🥹🫶🏻

Honestly she’s kinda holding her own and whether he’d admit or not I feel like jeong dae is a bit impressed so this is good !!

Oh my god now what.

Ex fucking cuse me ?????

NO THE FUCK WE ARE NOT

MISSY WHAT THE FUCK

AND ITS JUST OVER ?????

NO.

N O .

…..

Honestly if I didn’t like you so much we’d have serious beef rn NOT MY BABY GIRL WHEEIN !!!!!!!

I want that man’s head on a platter rn the fucking nerve ,,,

Anyways,,,,

AN AMAZING CHAPTER AS USUAL MISSY !!!! God you’re such an incredible writer and storyteller and the SMUT SCENES MWAH! Idk how you did it but truly you hit like half of my kinks so love that for me! God. If you can have like a writer soulmate like a writer who writes exactly the way you like to read like you are it for me. MWAH!😚 a big ol kiss on your forehead!!! I literally don’t know what else to say I’m kinda flabbergasted rn and also have a headache bc I need to sleep so hopefully my commentary throughout my read can get my thoughts across. But truly an amazing chapter. The relationship ESP WHEN THEY JUST QUICKLY RESOLVED THE TRUST THING AHHHHH the growth is IMMENSE between them I’m so proud🥹 I’m sure it’s gonna get fucked up soon but for now I’m proud🥹🫶🏻 and the sweet little moments like morning after stuff and the spicey moments and possessiveness OMG AND THE TEASING FROM THE OTHER BOYS TO JUNGKOOK AHHHH I loved that scene that was so cute!!!!! Oh my god that fucking duel seohyun is such a coward and a loser good god,,,,

Things are def heating up in terms of the relationships but also just the plot like not my poor baby girl wheein😭😭😭 wait omg the way I was mouthing off like we were gonna kick ass together no did I curse her😭😭😭

idk what tf is gonna happen next I feel like taehyung is gonna be PISSED but I know it’s gonna be wild and crazy and I CANT WAIT(in a like non literal sense I will wait as long as you need bc a masterpiece takes time duh) thank you so much Missy for a great chapter and I can’t wait to see where your beautiful mind takes us next!!! Have a great rest of your week and make sure to rest when you need to!! And idk about where you live but where I live it’s crazy hot so stay hydrated!!! Plus it’s good to do anyways Love ya!! -💜💜💜

HEHEHE your reaction to the aftermath scene of the dual just had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤣 Jungkook really does have a thing for grabbing her throat in case you couldn’t tell LOL 🤣 ALSO

It’s a personal theory of my own but I’d like to think that Seohyun was probably having a manic episode, probably hitting its peak after realizing she lost to MC and then deciding to make a total ass of herself 💀 truth be told she actually doesn’t know Eunoia’s history! By some of Jungkook’s comments in previous chapters about being unaware of her history we can gather the common theme that Penumbra does not teach other countries history in detail unless it relates to them!

SO Seohyun was really opening mouth and inserting foot about all the garbage because she’s highly ignorant of Eunoia, even if she now has the resources as an adult to study it!

Also this is a total topic change but yES HE RIPPED HER PANTIES, IT WAS MEANT LITERAL HE WAS SO EXCITED AT THE FINDING OUT HE WAS THE FIRST TO GO DOWN ON HER SO HE RIPPED THEM RIGHT OFF also everyone’s reaction to his possessiveness in that scene is hilarious!! 🤣 I’m really living for it!

Also I’m really happy seeing how light everyone is taking the second almost smut scene HAHAH I wasn’t sure if people were gonna feel robbed because it’s been so long but like I needed to find a valid reason to get them to stop otherwise they were gonna do it totally hammered 🤣 I’m glad to see everyone laughing about it because I totally was when I wrote it.

Also your reaction to Claudin had me DYING 😭😭 the delivery, the spelling, it had me rolling on the ground LMFAO ALSO YES SHE GAVE HIM A HICKEY 🙌🙌🙌 I thought about doing it the other way around but then I was like 😈😈 it would be THAT much better if she gave him one and honestly?? No regrets because the whole court is probably waiting with bated breath to see them fight. Because when they see his hickey they all just assume he had an affair and then it’s actually just his wife like- oh it’s gonna be glorious honestly 🤣

You’re totally right about Jeong Dae though! MC has really put the effort into getting accustom to Penumbra and their history and it’s totally showing, and he is definitely impressed! But being the hard ass he is, he TOTALLY doesn’t wanna admit it 🤣

Also HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA 😈😈😈😈 yes it’s over!! Y’all KNOW how much I love my little cliff hangers!!! Ahh thank you so much for such a lovely review my dear!! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the time and effort you put into writing these not to mention I can’t tell you how flattered I am to be called your soulmate writer 🥹🫶 when I’m having a bad day with writing or I get a mean anon I like coming back and reading your reviews and so many others to remind myself that I’m truly blessed to have so many kind people express how much they enjoy my work!

I cannot appreciate it enough! It was SUPER hot here for awhile but it’s starting to cool down into chilly mornings and evenings and mild days here, a rare September for the Midwest where I live haha, but an early sign of autumn is VERY welcomed here! 🖤 I hope you stay hydrated as well and rest up! 🥹🫶🫶

#missy answers #fic: wicked #anon 💜💜💜

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Ep 10 | Am I Just Plain Irrelevant? - Josh

Soooo I am the partial owner of an idol with Taylor!!! So hopefully we get ourselves through this round. I need to tell Ari about it but I’m worried they’re gonna tell Taylor, so maybe I’ll just let it be for now. BUT I PROBABLY WILL TELL THEM RN hahahahaha. Idk if they’ll be mad about it or just happy it’s in someone’s hands. The bad thing is that someone has the whiskey too so that idol is out and about as well. I am BEAMING that the vote worked out as it should.

WHEW ya boi really survived yet again despite being called out as most likable player in the game!!!!!! idk but i deserve some kind of award the vote went pretty much as expected minus all the scrambling/drama that rly isn't interesting to talk about.... now we have some new tea to spill which is a) idols and b) next moves.

a) the idol randomization this round is absolutely chefs kiss - taylor was planning to buy the last gun anyway which she has now done with the help of a loan from dan, and the only other idol that's active is the whiskey that me and jacob have been sipping + which still nobody suspects we have (i hope). taylor thinks josh has it so im like yeah mhm probably! anyway this means we dont have to worry about the vote going screwy and if we really needed we could play that, but i think that won't be necessary. b) so basically immediately after council, taylor says in the 3some group chat that she thinks it's time for jabari to go next and i said yeah good call i have no problem w that. the only people left here who aren't my bffs are jabari and emma, and jabari proved herself a loose cannon this round with trying to flip on ali so as much as i love her, she gotta go. with the newly solidified trust between taylor + dan, i really don't see how this could go wrong (knocks on wood) because that's been the biggest disconnect so far in our majority group and now they have something to share so that should be helpful in bringing everyone closer together.

in other news, taking stock of relationships - taylor dan jacob ali are all still saying they trust me over anyone and wanna take me to final three which is a very cute look for me but obviously i'm not gonna believe it till we get there. i'm starting to get a little worried about how much jacob knows my game, like i mean i tell him everything and im fine w that but i don't want him to get any funny ideas about how he can sell our story better than me! i'm also nervous about dan clocking the two of us because he said something just now about how we were both doing good at keeping people close, "[him] with taylor and [me] with jacob" which i mean yeah duh to an extent i know everyone knows this but i'm still trying my best to distance myself as much as possible. ali im not worried about obvi and taylor i don't think she will vote me out until close to the end so that gives me time to figure out what to do about her at that point. so likeeee i think we should be good for a while? i've bought myself a couple more rounds probably before i have to really start hustling? we'll see but these fools really did say "ari is the most likeable and talented person in this game let's keep them around <3" they will regret it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel bad for Nic he seemed to have spiraled after the tribal Brandi went. I wonder if this was avoidable but people aren't gonna let the AARP roam free when everyone knows about us which is exactly what I've been thinking from the start. From now on I really have to play smarter. I've been trying to limit the info I give to Ari but I need someone to be 100% honest with and like I'm not a dummy to bring Ari to FTC they'd wipe the floor with me. They just have so much connections and is basically untouchable but people will have to catch up eventually. This is why you always go 5th!!! But for now I plan to hide behind Ari because they're a big target. I honestly dont believe Ari got extorted like lmao ok you've been voted for everything good on touchy subjects and you get extorted for money?? but i'll go along with it and Emma seems to have bad reads so I'm not sure how much I can rely on her to sus things out but I need her as a vote and to pool money with. Taylor seems to be the most open and fluid player so I need to keep a close eye on her. After losing Nic my trust ranking is something like this: 1. Emma* (I just trust Emma the most at this point but I can't let her know everything) 2. Ari* (I also trust Ari the most but I have to limit the info I give to them and only give info that is personally relevant to them) 3. Taylor 4. Jacob 5. Dan 6. Jabari 7. Ali (please do not take 48 hours to reply back or send conversation enders I'm not good at talking to people)

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I'm really annoyed at how Ari seems to be keeping things from me all the time and then telling me things at the last minute where I wouldn't be able to do anything and my dumbass here keeps on telling them things all the time and now Ari told me they lied about their horses? Literally what am I supposed to do Ari is so vague all the time!! I'm not in any position to lie about my horses because I'm taking this opportunity to gain allies but really all this does is make me not trust a lot of people. I don't know who to trust but I don't have the luxury to choose so I'm just blindly gonna follow Ari because they're the only one giving me info. Dan also said he wants to talk to me and Jacob came clean on why he lied to me but I'm just really annoyed. I was in no position to do anything to save Nic and I've been telling everyone I would be fine if Nic goes just tell me if people are voting for him AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING? What did they think I was gonna do I haven't bought things from the shop they should know I've been giving Emma money so what the heck yall.

I'm really hoping my talk with Dan will help illuminate some stuff because I'm only getting things from one source (well two but Emma's reads are kinda bad) and I don't even know how long Ari wants me around since Ari is the most well connected person here so all I'm doing is getting on Ari's good side and with my back against the wall I just have to trust them....but I have to play smart if I can survive this next round I think I'll have a general idea on where people stand. I think it would be very funny if I send Ari home at 5th place for the memes but I don't have any pull to even do that.

PS: if you're reading this Ari ily but yes i am very annoyed at the moment <3

Another PS: Am I overestimating my impact in this game or am i just plain irrelevant.

If Jabari wasn’t dead to me in this game before, she certainly is now! She just got off a call with Ali and said I voted him out and she voted to keep him. What a fool. Obviously Ali is gonna tell me about it. He told Taylor first which is..... scary to me because maybe he’s closer with her than me. But he still told me so.

I just wanna make sure if I get to f5, I’m not outnumbered by an OG Beeho alliance that they’ve had from day 1.... which is a possibility but 5th place is also kinda cute?

alright alright alright okay okay okay i need to be a little less cocky here yeah. the rope purchase this round shook me because i have no mf clue who did that or why and that BOTHERS ME!! we're 99% sure jabari has the rifle, josh would tell me if he did it, and none of my ppl are dumb enough to waste their money on that in the middle of a round so like......... it has to be emma??????????????? but where did emma get that money???????? man i dont know. it bothers me.

either way though, basically it has to be jabari this round and the only possible obstacle is if dan/taylor get too freaked about her possibly having the whiskey. i kinda sorta brought up to jacob that we might want to tell them about it but i think he doesnt rly wanna tell anyone and i don't super want to either so we're just saying josh prob has it, sorry josh, i know u don't drink. so hopefully that should be okay idk i don't see another way this could go wrong but i also have immunity so like that helps.

im also Very Worried about whatever twist is coming down the pike because the ftc schedule does not add up and my spidey senses are tingling i just really hope it's not someone coming back because that would be no fun at all. well ok chloe could come back i'd be fine with that <3

i really don't know how to feel abt my personal relationships w everyone because dan keeps saying like he wants to be with me in the end he doesn't care if he loses as long as he gets to play with good people etc etc and it sounds too good to be true but somehow i believe him? but i gotta keep my head in the game. and then taylor, our talks have gotten more personal lately and she's been just saying so much of how amazing she thinks i am and how grateful she is we've met and i'm not saying i don't believe that, i'm just saying it makes me nervous because i can't let that distract me from the very real possibility she makes a move against me at some point. it's safest to assume dan and taylor will come together to flip on me EVENTUALLY and probably SOON so we just have to get there first. which is why my priority thus far in merge has been eliminating all the wild cards as quickly as possible. brandi we didn't know where she was truly at, nic would have kept shaking things up, and jabari's so hard to read because the way she plays is just on a different level from everybody else. so if all of them are gone, then i'm really truly not worried about josh or emma because they're both floaters not scramblers and that leaves me with a group of people whose motives i can understand and predict at least to some extent. the devils you know, right? so hopefully i can keep that up and keep a step ahead of them for a while longer!!

i'm getting a little too used to this look.... https://prnt.sc/xl0ne8

Welcome to my Ted Talk :D

I have been hurt by this game, I know I am not a bad person, I am loved in my personal life because I love giving. I guess people do not really get how real I am. It is just sad. I never have won an ORG and I really want too. :(

I get its a game and all but i was gutted when people lied to me about horses, it honestly makes me think there's bigger things at play. I might have to find other options in this case

so many thoughts... um i'm starting to think a lot more about how to get to the end game with ppl that i think i can beat and it's just a lot to think about and i'm afraid if i'm gonna do that i'm gonna piss a lot of ppl off by making big moves and stuff and that is just so scary to me but it must be done

I heard it was jabari but why ppl just going for people in the bottom thinking about just telling jabari hey girl if u have an idol play it im burnt out because im on the very outs the only person here is making me wanting to play is josh if hes gone its gonna be super hard to play this game without them my will to play = lost even tho its hard now rather me then him going if the jabari thing is a lie.

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Y’all I am SPENT. I just feel like each round I find myself slipping deeper and deeper into crackheadery and I need to RELAX. I am really proud of the game I have been playing and if I go out now, I’m going to be crushed but also proud. I would be proud of the fact that I was seen as a threat and got taken out bc of it. I don’t want to think negatively but there are SO many idols in play it’s hard to really navigate these votes.

I know the shotgun is with me and Taylor but this fricken whiskey is MIA??? I am hoping someone like Ari has it. They have been really certain that no BS is gonna go down tonight, but how can you be so sure unless you have the idol no one knows the location of?? I mean they’re also safe with immunity so idk.

I am just gonna hope I’ve put enough work in with people to not get voted out tonight. And if I do, it is what it is!

Power Rankings: ONE - ARI (+1) Threat: 9 (-1) Trust: 9 (NC) This week was definitely Ari’s week. They won immunity, had everyone give them the correct horses. They also got put in an alliance with josh and I where we got good intel from the other side and what they’re thinking. I think anyone would be stupid to believe that Ari isn’t the biggest threat in the game. TWO - TAYLOR (+1) Threat: 8 (+1) I put myself at two for the same reasons as Ari. I think the other side is opening up to me more now that nic is gone, I have more info. I’m also trying to make people feel guilty for listening to nic. Really using manipulation in a sense to make them feel bad for me. I also want good rapport with them as jury management is key in this stage. THREE - JACOB (+2) Threat: 7 (NC) Trust: 7 (-1) Jacob is someone I’m surprised to seee high this week. However, with being included in the whispers last round, and again this round without his name coming up, I think he deserves to rank third this round. Jacob’s game is very under the radar, and hes playing really well with the power to take the game in the direction he wants. FOUR - JOSH (+4) Threat: 4 (NC) Trust: 6 (+1) Josh got to work this round which is a pleasant surprise. He made an alliance with Ari and I which was a great move for his game. There is also a really good chance he has an idol this round. So he does hold a lot of power and information compared to his past rounds. FIVE - ALI (+2) Threat: 4 (NC) Trust: 10 (+1) Ali seems to have steered clear of his name being on the chopping block this round. Honestly Nic going last round is just as good of a move for my game as it was Ali’s. He just doesn’t have as much information and if he does get any information he comes directly to Ari and I. SIX - DAN (-5) Threat: 8 (NC) Trust: 9 (+1) Dan really plummeted this week as every crazy good week normally follows a terrible week unless you do the right damage control. I think Dan is complacent in our alliance and felt the need to not worry about the mess he was going to leave behind after nic left. But now people don’t trust him, and his name has been brought up by the minority. SEVEN - EMMA (+1) Threat: 1 (+1) Trust: 4 (+4) Emma like usual is toward the end of the power rankings. Her and I did clear the air, but I still don’t like how she just let nic dictate how she played the game. I understand she’s extremely loyal but to not talk to someone for three rounds because your ally doesn’t like them is questionable gameplay. It’s likely Emma goes this round if Jabari idols. EIGHT - JABARI (-4) Threat: 6 (+3) Trust: 0 (-2) After the shady round jabari had last week, it’s no surprise she’s in hot water this round. She also did a terrible job damage controlling the situation. She lied and said Dan flipped, threw multiple people under the bus, and no she’s acting extremely nervous. She’s become everyone’s number one target because she tried to flip at the wrong time.

Okay so im nervous but if i go it isss what it isss Jabari is the plan i think theres a big chance she has an idol im like debating if i should yolo it and throw my vote at jacob i love jacob but i feel like at this point they are kinda in the core alliance how i see it maybe rn are like ari-ali-jacob jacob with dan > Taylor > Jabari i am glad that me and taylor either are good or gonna end this game good idk if i am going yet but after this vote if i survive i really want to work with taylor!! either way i have nothing bad to say about taylor i think shes great me working with nic kinda hindered trust there but i am to loyal to default this game i do love nic tho but atleast i kinda have a game to play!! idk i am also probably just gonna vote for jabari because if its like 4-3-1 mega oof ASDFG i dont trust any of these hoes yet except for josh oh well if i go which i think its a high chance of me going atleast he gets 400 dollars richer hehe also i didnt even want jabari out at first but then she tried to throw me under the bus to dan smh

dont trust anyone not even urself

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Lionheart Extended Story Notes

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Jughead made arrangements to borrow the often-neglected car Veronica had gotten for her sixteenth birthday the year before. What did a rich girl with a chauffeur need with a Lexus hybrid anyway? Although it pained Betty and Jughead to be driving a vehicle whose engine didn’t purr until it was going well over 40 miles per hour, it was the best option they had. It was easy with Veronica. Jughead mentioned that Betty wanted to go to an exhibit at The Rosenbach and he wished he could take her…and Veronica took the bait. Anything for my B, she’d said all too quickly as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

The Rosenbach is a literary museum in Philadelphia at Delancey Place that houses rare books, manuscripts, and the like. One of the reasons I chose for Betty and Jughead to go to Philly over somewhere in New York or New Jersey was this place. It seemed right up their alley not just as a cover but as somewhere they would actually go (which I guess is what makes it the perfect cover, ha). One of the current exhibitions is called Clever Criminals and Daring Detectives. Like, come on, they are literally a couple of teenage sleuths. It's perfect.

He didn’t really like being Forsythe Jones from Delaware. He felt much better holding Betty’s hand in the elevator, seventeen and Jughead Jones, both of them giggling about what they were getting away with, like they were living on the edge. They hadn’t gotten to do the short road trip in FP’s old truck like something out of a Great American Romance but they’d still listened to Bruce Springsteen singing of wild hearts, blue jeans, and white t-shirts as they’d meandered south through New Jersey on the Turnpike.

I'm actually really pleased with this paragraph. Obviously Bruce Springsteen is from New Jersey and when I think of music with a romantic Americana feel, I always think of The Boss' iconic album Born in the U.S.A. I listened to "I'm on Fire" a lot while writing this scene. I feel like it captures the mood of the scene.

The line about wild hearts, blue jeans, and white t-shirts is actually a reference to "Blue Jeans & White T-Shirts" by The Gaslight Anthem, a New Jersey band that has covered, referenced, and played with Springsteen. The Boss has definitely sung about the topics in the line I used and the actual album cover of Born in the U.S.A. is blue Levi's and a white t-shirt.

And finally, the fact that I got to mention the New Jersey Turnpike makes me so happy. I believe there are a lot of pop culture references to it. For me in particular, the line in Saves the Day's "Jessie & My Whetstone" that goes it was summer then and I drove home whistling down the pike is one that has come to mind for years and years. To finally fit it somewhere in one of my stories feels like a bit of an accomplishment.

“Just…look. Listen.” Jughead repeated the same words, this time gesturing around them. “You can hear the city traffic outside. And this blank canvas, above our heads. Pure and unadulterated, ready to be whatever we want it to be, whatever we want it to mean.”

So the whole inspiration for writing the scene like this is the overhead angle from the scene in 1x11 where Jughead and Archie are in Archie's room discussing FP. Sadly, I can't find the clip on YouTube (understandable; a lot happens in 1x11) but if you have access to the show on Netflix, the scene is from around 15:08 to 16:28. I've only been able to find pictures and gifs of it. But yeah, seeing that overhead shot of Juggie staring at the ceiling just made me think that I needed a scene of Juggie and Betty staring at the ceiling.

Betty’s expression softened at his words. She could hear the sounds of the city, faintly, through the glass of their hotel window. It wasn’t the same white noise that filtered through when they were in their small town. It wasn’t the sound of vultures in the woods of Eversgreen Forest or the current of Sweetwater River or the deafening silence of her neighborhood at three in the morning. It was vibrancy—cars honking, sirens in the distance, footsteps walking purposefully on pavement. And the blank ceiling above her and Jughead was pristine with endless possibilities. Untainted. Un-ruined. They were far from home, and not only in distance.

Is it Evergreen Forest or Eversgreen Forest? It sounds like Eversgreen Forest when Betty says it in 1x07 (3:24 to 3:33), right? The Wikia says Eversgreen. Let's go with Eversgreen.

When he told her that he loved her, it was always special. It was earnest. So she didn’t mind that they didn’t say those words to each other constantly and that when they did, it was in hushed tones, like a secret vow that only they were privy to. She never wanted those words to lose their meaning and run hollow.

I guess I wanted to make the point that this is a very different Betty than the one who was in love with Archie all those years. This Betty loves Jughead and loves the way that he loves her. And I like this idea that for them saying 'I love you' is never going to become meaningless. I feel like it's romantic and sweet and honest in their way, not anything from Betty's childhood fantasies or teenage expectation or standard practice. That's not what I want for them, I suppose. To me, 1x13 leading up to the 'Believer' moment is such a big deal for Jughead. It gets me every time I watch it. The way he takes the beanie off. The look on his face when he says it. The look on his face when she says it. So in my headcanon, Jughead isn't just going to go from 0 to 100 declaring his love all the time even if this is set more than a year after they've established their relationship.

I could be wrong. We could get season 2 and he could be dropping L-bombs every episode or multiple times an episode. I don't know. But I don't think so.

She meant what she said. They weren’t sad tears. Jughead could see another one of her colors in the rings of her jade eyes. It was a shade of what he thought she reflected earlier when she’d joined him on the plush hotel bed. It was still pure, but it was something else, too. More electric. Orbiting around the black of her pupils it was there: white, hot fire. The color was just like all the fiery hardcore songs she’d come to like, blinding light emanating, sparkling embers flying. And the fire in her eyes wasn’t only just for herself or for him. It was for them, as individuals and together.

The original title for this story was Love Her For Her Fire. As I started writing I realized that I have ideas for a lot of one-shots or short stories involving Bughead and it's always this version (this universe?) of them. In the notes for the previous chapter I said that this feels a lot like character analysis and development disguised as a story. And maybe that is what I actually ended up doing, giving myself background for future stories about this version of Bughead. So I guess I want to write those stories and sequence them all into a series (Spoiler alert: Heartthrob would probably be the last story in the series so you already know it's a happy ending no matter what I put them through). One way to link them all, I think, is by giving them all one-word titles. I'll reveal in the final chapter why Lionheart is what stuck for this one.

Jughead had doubts. He always had doubts and fear. That was a byproduct of growing up around an alcoholic father who loved him but could never keep his shit together and a mother who’d abandoned him and taken his sister away, too. People left. He was always left behind. He still wasn’t entirely convinced that Betty wouldn’t one day leave him behind, too.

But a preview of the life he yearned for, in a big city, without the curse of his past troubled home life, and with Betty, it snapped him to attention. He wanted to be all in.

I kept the hardcore references to the bare minimum in this chapter since the final chapter is like 5000 words of them being at the show. In fact I think the only mention of hardcore in this chapter is when Jughead talks about the fire in her eyes. The last sentence in the quoted text above is a very, very discrete reference to the last 8 seconds of "Ante Up" by Bane.

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(MF) The Caller

“You barely made it out, didn’t you Gilt?”

“Who is this? How’d you get this number?”

“Pathetic, Gilt, really. You can’t even handle the booze you pay for. No wonder you’re fat and broke.”

“I’m going to hang up now. If you call again, I’ll find you, and when I’m done with you, you’ll have to breathe through a straw. Got it, pal?”

“Sure, Gilt. Sure thing. Just one question though, huh? How’d you feel when you came to this morning? Probably pathetic. Am I right? Yeah, definitely pathetic.”

“Wait, what happened? Where was I last night? Who is this?”

“Why don’t you look in the mirror, Gilt? Take a good, long look. Oh, and one more thing. Don’t leave the house. Don’t make any calls. And be good. Talk to you soon, Gilt. Very soon.”

Owing to a penchant of mine, this talent I have for blackouts, my memories get fooled around with, fanned out and then cruelly shuffled. I live in a daze of time-jump, of brain lag. I’m a joggle of clanking pasts. For instance, as I lay on the bomb-stained carpet there, nose-up and piteously wheezing, I remembered a breakfast I quaffed last summer: stiff shingle of toast (blowtorched, flinty), wet flop of egg, throat-scalding hell’s brew of frizzled black coffee, and a single, zigzagged cigarette, exhumed from an outdoor trash bin. Perfect, translucent clarity, everything summoned with ease. But the previous night was a wipe. Well, there was a shimmer of data: a cracked tooth and boggled eyes, a bruised rib and towelly tongue. I felt run over, totaled. Not much to go on really, but it was clear that I got into something. Or something got into me. The details were all smudged out. As a rule I don’t do deep dives, or plunges, into memory’s dark underwaters. I’m just not brave enough. You never know what’s lurking down there, in that gulp of time and squid ink.

So, about this problem I was having, spreadeagled and sweating on the stained underlay, laboring to remember what happened, to give some kind of form to the flicker. How did I come to be there, all bloat and pregnant pain, a burping, bewildered komodo, capsized on my silver shag? There was clearly some flash of violence, probably with my caller there, whose number was a string of sixes, whose voice went slithering across my nape. It was a sickly, heart-curling voice, a spasm of greenish disgust. What would I do if he knew my address? He might appear at my innocent door, his powerful neck all teeming with veins, his tight face and Adam’s apple, his rage dials set to maximum. Yes, what would I do? I considered a knee to the groin, a stiff thumb in his eye, a shock of knuckles to the valve of his throat. I had some real options here. It was violence a la carte, and that made me feel a bit better. The knee-to-balls route seemed best - the jelly maker, the maneuver with the highest payoff, the most grind and twang for the effort put in. I had a good knobbly knee on me too.

I noticed how my cell phone, the snazzy little two-way there, was now dark with battery death. I must have blacked out again: the device was lubed with slobber. (I mouth leak when I’m unconscious. It’s something I’m working on.) It may surprise you, I know, but I felt pretty shipshape. Passing out never felt so good. I sprang up and shuffled to the bathroom, to the glass and glare of my shame. The mirror said nothing as I streaked and splattered it. I howled and cursed while scalping my face. I combed and rinsed and tweezed and spat, but there wasn’t much I could do. The perma-stubble skin, the burglar mask eyes: I was faded, spectral, a washed-out shimmer, a grizzled fat spook with a vindictive bladder. But man, was I feeling good. I was ready for the mystery caller.

I watched myself in the stoic glass, rehearsing my chop and swing, my lunge-block combination, my crushing elbow thrust. Oh yeah, my blood was up, and I was crackling with hot fight static. But listen, don’t get me wrong - I’m a realistic kind of guy. I have a good meaty fist and a stony jawline, but I’m a bit doughy in the middle. I admit it. And there’s the issue of my guileless, side-parted hair, my stained glass style, my cotton candy heart: I have the menace of a snoozy koala. I’m practically made of sweater fuzz. But I’ve lived in some jungly places. Right now I sleep in a chintzy motel, this ruin at Thirteenth and Pike, a stripped slum where fear levels rocket from sensible precaution to diuretic retreat. You don’t stroll about down here, let me tell you, not without some good brass knuckles or a broken wine bottle. Yeah, I may look soft, but I’ve survived this city. I’m big too, bigger than most bounders out there. If my caller even tried to ghost my steps, he’d come to in a glass avalanche, a cataract of boom and shatter. Yes, I’d pick up his call. He would hear my answer all right, in tooth-rattling quadraphonic. I was so ready.

I had plans for a very big day. I assembled the sundries on the bedside table, including my cologne of choice (Bad Boy, a very respectable knockoff, quite close to some top-dollar scents). I rechecked the hair, had a no-show on the toilet, and drowned my uvula in a quart of orange juice. A spritz of Bad Boy on throat and nape - easy, not too heavy there - and a gruff hawk into a startled dishrag, and I was teetering out into the open air. My cab was late but I didn't mind. (My car wouldn’t start, that sly rattletrap.) I was firmly on mission, and that felt good. My first act of the day: to purchase a slick new talkie, since I couldn’t revive the dead one, not even with a thorough cleaning. It turns out cell phones aren’t droolproof. You know something? We should get the guys at NASA on that. They came up with space blankets and velcro, even the cordless vac, lots of terrific doodads. It would be an honor to shake their hands or give them a whopping tip. We thank you, and space thanks you, for the tiptop job and all the great doodads.

My cab arrived and I poured myself in. I was practically rosy, all spruce and twang and radiant health. But it was actually quite pallid, closer to anti-health, and it didn't radiate: it seeped out from my blazing armpits. Wow. It must have been the Good Boy deodorizing spray. I had gotten myself all shiny with it. I guess Good Boy and Bad Boy don't really mix. As we barreled and bounced over uneven streets, I stared out my window in a daze of preparation: duck, lunge, thrust - and kick! I hardly noticed the waking city, the sudden scrapers and blue vault of sky, the rounded back of my driver, who was slumped over the flummoxed wheel.

“Hey. Hey pal. You okay up there?”

He didn’t budge, not a twitch. Now there’s a guy who lives hard. I’ll bet he gargles jet fuel in the mornings, gulps pots of frizzled coffee, runs on track-lit dreams and deep money-need, the city’s blunt promise of more, more. Always more. We need it, don’t we? Time, hair, psychotherapy, youth, fuel, pleasure, analgesics, headspace, vitamins - and money. I was just happy we limped to a stop, at the corner of Veck and Main. I stepped out from the car and got ambushed by a lurking curb grate. I was okay, no problem, just face-down in the steaming street. I yanked myself vertical, found my bearings, and I tubbily bowled on through a dizzying crosswalk. We had stopped a block short of my destination, a gizmo emporium on Franklin Ave. Looked like I would have to walk it.

My strides were bold, no-nonsense, as I lumbered past the signs and shops, the grottoes, the clearinghouses, the eateries. Whatever you needed was there. You could buy it, trade it, hock it, consume it. And you could smell it too. Steam from the hot tarmac, with strong emanations of mineral and bad egg, blended vapors from belching cars and streetside vendors, went trailing into my nose - and into my hair, my clothes, my eyes. I walked upstream among the morning commuters, the frowning sidewalk tramplers. I rounded Ninth and Main to see the looming business district, a bar graph of square-top buildings and glassy towers, prisms of turquoise and white and mean money-green.

I stopped to breathe (I mean pant) by a display window, the lit stall of a ladies’ boutique. Within the bright cube was something strange, a rather unsettling scene: a pale gallery of tranced mannequins, misangled and leaning like the dozing dead, many of them armless, all draped in scalloped ghost-gowns or frilly white frocks. The whole thing frankly shuddered me, right down to my carking feet. I turned to march on but found myself fixed, eye-locked by a mustachioed kook, an arm-flapper standing in the baffled street.

“Gilt Hammer, the time has come to pay!” he screamed. Indeed it had. I knew that voice. Oh yes, I knew it, and the anger coiled up behind it. It was him all right, and boy did he fit the bill, a seven-foot, fizzing lunatic, a real yowler. I felt anchored to the earth, drilled in.

“Gilt Hammer, the time has come to pay!”

How did I know this guy? The rockets of memory all fired at once, twirling toward the distant past. Surely I would hit on something. Nope. Misfires, every one of them. He must have been someone I duped or swizzled that year when I tried out flimflamming. It turns out I’m a lousy grifter. You wouldn’t believe how tough it is, trying to get over on people. Most guys, most gals, they’re smarter than you might think, and they don’t see the joke or the value in getting themselves gazumped. And this guy must have taken it to heart. Yeah, most of that year is lost now, sunk beneath the booze and the tranks and those experimental nights with a whip-wielding vampire named Sylvia Six. (Don’t ask, because I’m not answering.) As I watched the burled barker doing his thing, yelping away in the street there, something unbelievable happened. No, I really don’t think you’ll believe it.

A sharp-nosed speedster came knifing in. It parped and hootled its way toward him, but he wouldn’t move, our man. I blinked to find the maniac, all seven feet plus hair, cartwheeling over the length of the car. With a bounce or two on the blacktop, and a fine impersonation of a thrown bowling ball, he barreled over the curb to clang his face against a pole. As onlookers swarmed to help or take closeups, I walked on toward the gizmo gala on Franklin Ave, feeling vindicated, weightless. I was old Buzz Aldrin there, doing my lunar lollop. I had never felt so fine. It was poetry, you see. I had poetry on my side. Or was it irony? Either way, it’s potent stuff, and that morning was all smeared and slathered with it.

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[MF]The Further Adventures of Aydan & Weebs - 14. Trains PT 5!

“How do you figure?” it didn’t sound right to Aydan, and his history with My Buddy Kev had well taught him the nonsense of listening to anything the guy had to say.

“The junkies,” My Buddy Kev gave a great huff, “hoo, hoo, the junkies were all swole up.” My Buddy Kev opened his mouth and took big breaths through his clenched teeth that looked insanely bright next to the deep crimson hues of gores sliding down the man’s person.“ More chewing, another spit “Classic,” he said, shaking his head with crazy eyes looking into the past?

Weebs couldn’t not stare at the mouth of the plastic bottle as My Buddy Kev spit into, where a lipstick ring of human essence was forming. An audible “Ugh” did emit from his lips, but no one noticed with the sound of the blood soaked man’s ridiculous panting.

“KA-POW” My Buddy Kev, again, made Weebs flinch as, with the shout, a glistening business card was produced at the end of a hand thrust in Weebs’ face.

Adjusting his eyes, trying to read, which Weebs had little hope of reading, that’s how close it the card was being held to the end of his nose, “Whassthis?”

“My calling card,” My Buddy Kev said, but he was totally kidding and added “Just kidding, this is my card designating my membership in THE KISS army. You asked, so here it is. You can’t touch it though,” My Buddy Kev stated, but it was his policy.

“I don’t want to touch it, it looks wet.”

The card was gone by the time Weebs had finished speaking. Keistered. My Buddy Kev smiled, the very image of the devil him or herself “Oh Kay youse fucks, time to get gone, you’re gonna blow my cover.”

Weebs, lost and shaking his head, the final grains of his patience circling the great maw of the hourglass’ waist “Hey, guy, can you hang on one second for me…” Weebs would have said more, but the glistening went at him.

“Hup!” My Buddy Kev sprinted three steps at Weebs then stopped short of the pistol that Weebs had leveled at the man’s forehead.

“He’s your friend, Aydan, what’s my play here?” Weebs asked.

Aydan figured for a long moment, then shrugged “This point?” He shook his head “I don’t know, maybe it’s better for everybody.”

The eyes, “HEY! YOU A WARRRIOR WEEBS? I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE IT IN YOU!” The guy was so red, way too red.

Without blinking, banal “Ohh, pretty sure I do, mate.”

Aydan smiled then, seeing, in his two friends, these two big Labradors that just wanted to run around and play; just two pent up kids. He didn't intrude.

“RAD!” Then My Buddy Kev straightened and it appeared as though the storm had passed, at least for the time being. “K, now, you fucks need to go before the queen gets back. Put me back in the bag,” he ordered, holding the canvas sack towards Aydan and Weebs.

Weebs tucked the pistol away and helped to get the blood soaked ball of energy back in his packaging, while Aydan asked “Hey, you mind me asking you to explain the thinking here?”

“Civillians,” My Buddy Kev, you could hear the sound of his eyes rolling, and you could see him shaking his head where his forehead rubbed against the canvas of the sack. “The Queen will soon return to find her little army extinguished, which she may or may not be expecting.”

“I doubt that she would be expecting that.” Aydan offered, unprompted.

“Well, what she, for sure, won’t be expecting is me to still be here, which I will be, right where she left me. Which is the last place she would think, and this time, the rope won’t be tied. She’ll never see it coming, and she won’t expect a thing!” He was shouting and, from inside the canvas bag there came the sound of an enthusiastic clap. “WOO! Thanks for this guys, I owe you.”

Aydan and Weebs stood, not speaking then, just silently looking at the canvas bag there, with all these blood smears and crimson footprints around it leading back and to everywhere that My Buddy Kev had wandered on his soujourn. “You take care of yourself this time, ok, The Queen’s never gonna suspect a thing.” Then to Weebs, Aydan mimed ‘Let’s go.’

Weebs bent low to the bag, “It was nice meeting you,” he said gently, trying to be polite.

From inside the bag, “Ok.” My Buddy Kev just said, not annoyed, just said it in a blank tone.

Weebs, irked, just stood and walked, with Aydan, away from the bag.

Not until the following afternoon did The Queen come rolling back onto the platform of what had once been her inconspicuous if bizarre utopia. Eighteen hours strapped in the front of that train had done The Queen’s back no favors and she hadn’t slept, she was hungry, had to piss, and? The old woman froze in her survey of the scene of the tragedy. The canvas bag, still there? Slowly, she rolled in the direction of her curiousity.

A taut canvas shell around him, My Buddy Kev tried so hard not to laugh; he failed just a little.

The Queen saw the canvas bag ‘giggle’ as she closed in on it. She didn’t know what to make of it all.

Inside the bag, My Buddy Kev’s eyes looked back and forth, his mouth open wide to aid in his stealth breathing; he would wait for her first few tugs before he struck. A spider waiting for the fly.

The old crone narrowed her eyes, halting near the bag, scanning in all directions.

My Buddy Kev heard the sound of the chair creaking, closing in, heard the wheels sliding on their bearings, but he waited, waited, waited for the hag to tug on the bag. He heard the click of the break on the wheels of the chair.

The Queen exhaled as she squeezed, she had the touch of an artisan too.

Blink, you’ll miss it.

From across the tracks, The Queen, stopped short of the bag, withdrew a secreted sawed off shot gun from beneath the seat of her chair then leveled and fired the weapon. A flash and a magician’s puff of smoke later the canvas bag was a good eight feet further down the platform. A thick trail of burnt hemoglobin marking the path.

The blast of the shotgun, the sound of that retort, blended effortlessly into the screams of a voice thrown, in agony, into octaves higher than normal. Not knowing how the man had oriented himself in the bag, but hoping against hope to shear head from his body; The Queen had fired at a bulge that seem 'head shaped'.

But it hadn’t been true, The Queen had read things back-asswards.

The force of the blow had torn the bag, and its’ occupant to pieces as it had carried it away down the platform. My Buddy Kev, survived the devastating blow but lost all but deli meat of his lower body. He tried to escape The Queen for a bit, but it was difficult for him to really get anywhere; My Buddy Kev just sort of crawled in a direction opposite the sensation of pain and wound up pawing the inside of the top of the canvas sack. For eight and a half long minutes, The Queen just sat and listened to the high pitched gargle filled moanings of a man just criminally guilty of never thinking things through.

It was a while later, the two of them just wandering through the country side; they’d long ago strayed from the traintracks and it came to Weebs all of a sudden to say “I think that might actually be the last we see of that wicked ole queen. You?”

Aydan squinted, half looked up at the sun as he thought about what his friend had just said, “No. No, I can almost guarantee that we have interest running on a real shitstorm coming down the pike, Weebs.”

Weebs just nodded, it made a certain kind of sense when Aydan said it that way. “Yeah, maybe.”

The pair walked for awhile longer before Aydan cracked in on the quiet that had built up while the two had been going along “Weebs, I have a bit of an offer for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, the thing is, I needed My Buddy Kev for a job.” Aydan was hesitant, wasn’t sure how his old friend would take to the idea. "I just think I might have found a better person for the part."

“Out with it, man!”

Aydan stopped walking, “Weebs, my friend, I think that you and I should go into the bootlegging business together. How do you feel about something like that?”

Weebs looked up, like he was thinking. He wasn't.

In the moment the question was asked, it was answered; one out-thrust hand met another in a perfect moment and a perfect deal.

the end

(A squeaky red curtain comes down over the screen)

The little maestro taps the conductors podium, tk tk tk, bows, then turns and walks off.

Taa daaaaa?

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[MF] On the City Walls

He was a captain of the guard.

He held his pike in his hand. They had defended the walls of the city for a thousand days. With his men he guarded his ruler and the people within. Dawn was breaking. The invaders had amassed three armies and the city was at last surrounded. The sun was rising as it always did.

'Savages.' said the young soldier standing at the Captain’s side. 'A comforting thought, I am sure.' said the Captain.

'You have any sympathy for them?'

'You have none?'

'None at all.'

The walls of the city stood taller than any others the Captain had seen. The ancestors of his people had built them from sandstone. The banners of the invaders fluttered miles below.

'How can they repulse you from so far away?' the Captain said.

‘May I speak freely?' said the soldier.

'You may.'

'They storm their way across the land taking city after city.'

'And?'

'They are barbarians, Captain. The thought of what they would do to our home is what I find repulsive.'

'How are the military academies these days?'

'Excuse me, Captain?'

'You must have come from one of them.'

'I did indeed.’

‘And did they teach you about our enemy?'

'They taught us of their brutality and greed.'

'Which they called the truth.'

'Which is the truth.'

The invaders were setting up their cannons. The Captain knew the signs of an oncoming bombardment.

'You look upon them with admiration.' said the soldier.

'Do not guess my feelings.' said the Captain. 'Though on that count, you are correct. I admire them.'

'Such talk around your superiors could get you executed.'

'That is why I talk to my subordinates.'

He heard his fellow captains barking orders at soldiers elsewhere on the walls. He gave no such orders. Every soldier under him was already in their place. He had lined them up facing the sun as it crested the distant sand dunes. It cast a warm and yellow light over them. Some bowed their heads and spoke a prayer to the gods.

'At your academy, did they ever tell you the two questions a soldier must ask?' said the Captain.

'No.' said the soldier.

'The first question is 'Who is my enemy?' That one you know the answer to.'

'Of course. What is the second?'

'The second is, 'For whom do I fight?' Have you asked yourself that?'

'I fight for our people.'

'For the ruler of our people.'

'He is the will of us all made flesh. To defend him is to defend all.'

'A lovely doctrine. Where did you learn it?'

The soldier paused. 'The academy, I suppose.'

'And whom do you think ordered them to teach it?'

'It is their belief. They teach it to us of their own will.'

'Don't play at being stupid.'

'I'm not.'

'You know the answer.'

‘I have told you the answer.'

'You lie to yourself.'

'And why would I do that?'

‘For protection. It is what soldiers do.'

'So what is the answer then?'

'Our ruler has told them to teach you such nonsense.'

'Nonsense, you say? You doubt your ruler and your faith now?

'I have never doubted the ruler’s connection to the divine. I am doubting his connection to the people.'

The Captain could hear the chiming of alarm bells. The people of the city were being forced awake. His ears picked up the cries of children. They did not know the extent of the threat beyond the walls. It made no sense to them why they had to leave their homes.

'I fail to understand your point, Captain.' the soldier said.

‘What is confusing you?'

'How your points relate to each other. You say I fight only for our ruler. You also say I should admire the enemy.'

'The two are entirely connected.

'You still aren't making sense.'

'I am. You just need to think about it.'

'We might die today. Do you want to waste our last hours on riddles?'

'You might learn something. You cannot waste time if you are learning something.'

‘Can you be a more direct teacher?'

‘Very well. Do you know why I have been so successful as a soldier? Why I was promoted to Captain?'

'I would say it is your skill in battle. Now you have me doubting myself.'

'Rightfully so. That is what many believe. It is not the case.'

'Then how did you succeed?'

'I overcame the belief which burdens you.'

'That being?'

'The belief that the cause I happen to be fighting for is somehow special. That I have fought for the right reasons. I realised I was not fighting for justice. I was fighting for whoever ruled over me.'

'Our ruler wages war in the name of justice.'

'And profits handsomely as a result.'

'We are all enriched by the ruler’s gains.'

'Are you still not tired with your doctrines?'

'With reality? No. Now, on with your lesson.'

'Once I could see my own cause in that way, I realised I was viewing it through the eyes of the enemy. Then, I could appreciate how they saw their cause as being righteous.'

'Again, you show sympathy for brutes.'

'That is what you call them. Were you from among their ranks, how might you describe your mission?'

The ground shook beneath them. The invaders had fired the first cannon volley of the day. It had hit the base of the walls. From what the Captain could see the structure was still holding fast. The soldier spat in the direction of the cannons.

'Were I among them, I would bay for blood. I would scream and holler and dance under the desert sun wearing only warpaints,’ said the soldier, ‘because I would be a savage.'

'Can you see them doing such things?'

‘They act civilised now. Wait until they overrun us. Watch how they treat the innocent people caught in their bloody path.’

'I have seen it done before.'

'So you admit that I am right?'

'I have seen it done by my fellow soldiers. It was their butchery that revealed to me the courage of the enemy.’

‘Now you speak like a traitor.'

‘I am telling you what I have seen with my own eyes. Besides, I cannot be a traitor. I am not scared. Traitors are ever fearful.’

'How can you not be scared when you believe the enemy is courageous.'

'If I know they share my courage, I know they share my worries. As I know you share mine as well. The difference between us is that I do not think of them as monsters. That is why they do not scare me. They are only human. Humans are easily killed.'

'You think I fear them?'

'You spoke of us being overrun. You expect us to be defeated.'

'I feel only pride, even in defeat.'

'That which every worried soldier tells themselves. I have seen people die. I have killed people. The last feeling you see in their eyes is always fear.'

'So you say.'

'So I know.'

The soldier did not reply. They both looked out. The Captain thought the sun to be particularly beautiful that day.

'So you admire people you see as ordinary?' the soldier said.

'Yes, I do. I admire them much as I admire you.'

'You might as well compare me to a starving alleyway dog.’

'It is a great compliment. Place yourself amongst them once more. Imagine facing these walls of ours. They cannot see us. The walls obscure our faces. Their every detail is exposed to us.'

'Your point?'

'Would you not need incredible bravery to dare lay siege to this city?'

'I suppose.'

'And there you have it. My conclusions are all part of a whole. Our ruler is a profiteer. We wage war in his name. They know this. I also know this. Thus, I realise that our respective rulers are no better than each other. They are told the same lies as us and the same truth stands. As a product of this, I know that they are humans. They have bravery, which I respect. They also have fear, which I can abuse.'

'I believe I understand it now. Though I still do not care for it.'

'Neither did I, at first. You will come around.'

'We will see.'

The Captain stumbled when the next round of cannon fire hit the walls. He regained his balance and leaned over the edge to watch the invaders. They had broken through. In the midst of the conversation he had ignored the sounds of orders. Around him, soldiers raced with pikes in hand. They were going to reinforce those defending the point of the breach. In each face he spotted the same confidence that the young soldier beside him had been sporting.

'Let us see if this really is an army of savages.' the Captain said.

'Or an army of men.' said the soldier.

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