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somewhereincairparavel · 1 month

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Alright. I came across someone saying that Rick "put Jason in a pedestal" and "overhyped" him by emphasizing how good looking he is and that Jason shouldn't have been so attractive looking. (Tbf tho that person made it sound like they seemed more mad bc their least favourite character was considered good looking lol) but I'll yap about the significance here anyways. Beware of a very long yapping session below.

I do understand their frustration though, because jason getting told that he looks good all the time makes it seem very shallow and unfair to the others.

And let me tell you, Jason is SUPPOSED to be gorgeous looking in everyone's eyes. He is supposed to be conventionally handsome, Rick didn't intend for his looks to be "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder " or something like Percy's (like how Piper didn't find him as impressive) Percy's is supposed to be more authentic. Percy's character isnt centred in people idolizing him, everyone can acknowledge that he's handsome looking, but it isn't in a "perfect" type of way, he's a carefree spirit and that reflects on his looks. While Jason is hardwired as this ethereal looking hero in people's eyes that not even ONE can deny that he looks good, bc ppl in Rome had set him as the "standard". Jason said this before in the lost hero, that him being a son of Jupiter, makes him feel like the support he gets is only because his dad is a very regal and intimidating figure.

That's kind of the whole point, he's supposed to look like this perfect man who can do no wrong. His "Golden noble boy" arc is literally the whole concept of his character. Why else do you think rick wrote Aphrodite approving of Jason's looks saying that he needed no improvement (which she rarely does) ?

Because Jason is supposed to be put like a statue to admire and idolize, that's ALSO why rick made sure to add that Jason looks like a Roman sculpture, bc that's like a metaphor for his inner conflicts. The guy was put like an artifact for people to ogle at in camp Jupiter ever since he was a kid of 4. That's part of the tragedy.

Annabeth said it perfectly “Annabeth tried to hide it, but she still didn’t completely trust the guy. He acted too perfect - always following the rules, always doing the honorable thing. He even looked too perfect. In the back of her mind, she had a nagging thought. What if this is a trick and he betrayed us?” Mark of Athena, page 6.

His mother, whom he's supposed to look like, is also a literal world wide tv actress. So you can't expect anything less either.

Also, Jason is supposed to mirror Percy. And let's be real. Rick put Percy in a VERY high pedestal looks wise, aswell, Not just Jason. And that's okay.

Rick made Hazel mistake Percy for a literal god because he was just that good looking (tbf, in a way, when I was younger, I found this to be a little bit of an exaggeration, bro was covered in mud and seaweed and was compared to a god, it was rlly funny to a 10 year old me 😭 yeah but don't mind this though, this was just a younger me jealous that I couldn't be as pretty as Percy was in mud lol) If Percy can be "hyped" up so "unrealistically" in that particular situation then so can Jason. They are both literal half gods, so unrealistic praise is very normal) and rick also made sure to emphasize that almost all the teen characters had a crush on Percy. So apparently that isn't called putting a character in a pedestal but Jason's is? They are BOTH put in pedestals, because they're both heroes.

Jason and Percy are supposed to be equals, so both of them being in the top two when it comes to looks makes SENSE. Because people are supposed to argue about who is better looking, since they're written as foils.

You cannot expect rick to make Percy look like a god and Jason look like a rat 😭 then there's no point of having them as parallels if one has the upper hand in something. Rick did a good job by conveying that they are BOTH attractive, but in different ways. That's why the Percy/Jason looks debate always have mixed answers.

Jason getting complimented by Aphrodite, the GODDESS of beauty, for his looks and her saying that he didn't have anything to "fix" in his face BC it already looks gorgeous = Percy getting compared to a gorgeous Roman god by hazel. They are both equal comparisons in slightly different tones.

#why do y'all beef at Jason for being hot like bro it's not that serious. Let him be as hot as he wants pls #why do you want him to look “ordinary” so bad like it would strip off the significance #😭 put your personal bias against jason away from this discussion.#Percy doesn't need to be the only attractive looking guy in pjo #pjo series #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #leo valdez #piper mclean #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #hoo

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ja3honey · 6 months

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♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The aftermath of Seonghwa ravishing, you had left your thirsty. Good thing whole you wander through the large easte, a grumpy vampire is more than happy to help show you the kitchen. After all, he, too, is thirsty.

『Word count』 : 1.89k

-> Genre: Fantasy. Gore. Suggestive. Mafia au.

Pairing: Vampire!Yeosang x Reader | Vampire!Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual Poly]

[Warnings] : Mention of sex. Blood drinking. Kissing. Seonghwa is already whipped for the reader. Nakedness. Pet names. Swearing. Mention of death. Mention of gore scenes involving flesh being ripped from bone by teeth. (whoops) Blood drinking. Yeosang is a grumpy boy. Modern meets medieval

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564 years later

Music infected the brain making it hard to hear your own thoughts. Liquor was everywhere. From the mouths of the drunk to the floor of the poor bar. Night clubs were where singles could find a chance to walk home with another and takens to hide their love affairs. It was sickening, to say the least. People throwing themselves at each other, hands falling to parts of the body only the private eye should take advantage of. Guess the saying "think with your dick" was invented at a club because all everyone does here is just that.

Yeosang sat quietly in the VIP lounge, sipping his drink while closely watching his entertainment for the evening. A piss poor excuse for humanity. He regrets agreeing to this ordeal now. Why couldn't San be the watchman or even Wooyoung? They love to spend time around humans. Especially when they get to drink off them. Yeosang was not the same. The idea of partying or drinking from a filthy human's neck, it scream disease in this era...

The thought makes Yeosang cringe. Have you ever tasted the flavour of a sexual disease in blood? It’s not pleasant. Bitter, tangy, and downright vial. Like tasting death. But alas no matter how much Yeosang pleaded his pain to the older males, they declined saying ‘We need you there tonight. Everyone else has their duties, now do yours’. Yeosang huffs reminding himself he needs to kill San and Wooyoung the next time he sees them.

His eyes wandered aimlessly at the passing face. One of his jobs here was not just to see who entered the club but to also do some side deals, moving drugs, importing expensive alcohol. You name it. So of course that means he had to deal with humans. Typical drunk humans. Typical horny drunk humans. Typical…. “Wait….” Yeosang cut off the cowardly man in front of him with the raise of his finger. His eyes locked on to a young woman dressed in black sitting at his bar. She was nursing a drink while another woman in a tight skimpy dress had caught her attention. They seemed to be chatting about something. More like yelling at one another but that was beside the point. The girl in black looked so familiar like he had met her before, a long time ago.

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You shifted slightly, feeling an ache on your upper thighs. Your eyes were hazy, trying to look around the dim room. You felt a weight on your waist, making it hard to move. Your head turned to the side seeing Seonghwa’s peaceful face. You could still see some of your blood stained on his bottom lip. A tingle surged against your neck, reminding you about the small wound on it. Hwa hadn’t full-on bit you like vampires would normally do to their prey but the idea still lingered on your mind. He was a beast that had fed from you, slept with you and you like it? Something must be wrong with you.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His voice was deeper, more gravelled. It sent shivers down your spine. But you didn’t know how to answer, so instead, you leaned in closer, sealing your lips on his. He gladly took them, deepening the sensual yet passionate kiss. It didn’t last as long as Seonghwa would have liked though, as you pulled away you spoke softly.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You shifted once again but this time, pulling away from Hwa’s bare body. He whined in the loss of your warmth but you just giggled reassuring him you wouldn’t be long.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to go with you? It’s still sunny out. No one will be awake other than our workers.” He yawned clearly still in rest mode. Once again you eased his mind by saying if you needed help you’re sure one of the workers would help. And as you finished chatting to a sleepy Seonghwa while putting on your sleepwear, you left, slowly making your way down the hall. It might been dim inside but the sun was slinking its way in through some of the curtains as you passed them. One by one, until you reached the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. It dawned on you that maybe you should have taken Seonghwa’s advice about him going with you or maybe just asked him which direction was the kitchen.

Huffing out, you place your hands on either side of your hips, trying to think about where it could possibly be but your thoughts don’t last long as a tall man with thick biceps and slicked back hair that seemed to have a slight tinge of green in it appeared suddenly. He was very handsome, just like the others and the minute he closed the door behind him he knew you were in the all with him. A low grumble surged through him, making the vibrations disturb the ground, shocking its way up your legs. H was intimidating but you weren’t scared. If anything you felt safer with the idea of creatures like him roaming around, making you aware no human from your village and by that you mean your mother, would have no second thought in coming to the ruined castle.

“Wooyoung was right, you do have a staring problem.” His sharp voice made your heart sting a little. He seemed uninterested in you compared to the others. Which you didn’t mind but part of you wanted to know why? What made him feel different?

“I uh…” He had caught you so suddenly, that you probably looked like a deer in headlights from his perspective which made a sly smile paint his god-like features.

“Cat got your tongue, human?” He made it painfully aware to you that he was no mortal like you, showing off his fangs in the smile. His eyes were glowing and he was clearly not in the mood for small talk. Taking a few steps, he was suddenly in front of you. You could finally take in some details noting he was still wearing outing clothes instead of sleepwear. It only then dawned on you, that he was either Hongjoong or Yeosang. The vampires you hadn’t met yet. his smirk faded quickly, huffing out a shallow breath. He took one last step in front of you, chest to chest to him. Letting you feel his breath on your cheek, your heart started racing. You could smell death around him as if he had been hunting recently. His eyes staring at you harshly, such a familiar gaze. And then you realized as you noticed some of the blood stains sticking out from his undershirt who he was…

“Y-You are the one I saw last night. The one that bit…” Your voice was slacked and shaky, with your eyes wide. His pupils were blown out, with his iris’s changing from a brown to a deep red. His fingers dance along your exposed collarbone, dragging up over the already healed where Seonghwa had pricked you a couple of hours ago.

“Oh no, Pet…” His chuckle was dark, seductive. “I ripped his jugular out.” His words made your breath hitch, imagining long teeth shredding flesh down to the bone against Lucas’s neck. His face tilted down towards your neck, rubbing his nose against your skin. “He tasted fowl, tainted. I’m surprised if he lasts the day.” his tongue licked a stripe up your hot neck, taking in your scent.

“He’s still alive?” Again with the stupid questions. Did you even care about knowing? Why would you want to know about the life of a guy who could have done such terrible things to you?

“For now…” He pulled away with a groan, his hands holding your waist. “Sadly Hongjoong had patched him enough so if he is…'strong', then I guess he’ll live.” It fell silent for a moment, you had no idea how to respond. So he was Yeosang and from what you’ve heard, he was known for having a temper. “Enough about him. I’m more interested in why Hwa didn’t bite you properly. Hmm? All that talk about being your first for everything and oh I mean everything. Yet he didn’t drink from you?”

Your face was flustered at his words. Seonghwa wanted to be your first in everything. How long have these men been watching you? You gulped, not breaking eye contact with the vampire. His lip was sucking in tightly between his teeth, taking in yet another deep breath, as if he needed to get your scent in his system to live. “I guess he wouldn’t mind if I took the offer.”

Your eyes widened, feeling his grip tighten on your hips. One hand freed itself, snaking out to the back of your neck, pulling your head to the side sharply. You hissed at his forcefulness but did not dare to voice any such uncomfortableness, not wanting him to push away from your aching body. He didn’t waste another breath, not caring whether you even wanted this or not, licking a strip along your main vein before his long sharp fangs sank into your soft flesh.

“Y-Yeo…” You squirmed against him, the pain was nothing like you experienced before. It wasn’t a burning pain like a broken bone or a sprained ligament but a dizzy pain. One that is mixed with pleasure, or euphoric notions. You felt like your brain was in the clouds, untouched, protected. His grip got tighter, the hand that held your hip was now wrapped around your middle, caging you in his tight grasp. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling at his tunic. His groans rumbled in your ears, making your core wet.

He finally pulled back, blood pouring down his chin, staining his button-up and neck. His groans were music to your ears, the velvet vocals melting your brain. “Fuck pet, if I’d kept going I’d drink you dry. I’ve never tasted such sweetness.” He lapped at your wounds, cleaning any blood that had spilled out down your collarbone. The air seemed thinner to you, while your heart was racing, trying to pump more blood in you from the large amount you had just lost. “I wonder if other parts of you hold such palatableness.”

You had no clue the meaning behind his rambles, but if they meant anything like Seonghwa’s charming words, you soon realized where it makes you end up. He finally lets go of your head, your neck completely clean to the best of his abilities. Sadly he couldn’t say the same about your pj’s. one a nice baby blue, now covered in crimson. Your head was dizzy but no longer just from the loss of blood but more so from the intoxicating undead beast holding your caringly. Your body was yearning for him, like some sickness, wanting nothing other than these vampiric men. Not one, not two, but all of them.

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Yeosang couldn’t control his feet, weaving quickly through the crowd, trying to get to the hypnotic woman sitting at the bar, but as he finally pushed the last drunk pig of a human past him, the woman was gone. He stood there for a moment, in disbelief. Was he dreaming? Was he losing his mind? Becoming unattached from the world? Raking his fingers through his hair he sighed out a frustrating growl, needing to contact someone. Holding his finger in his ear and the phone to the other, he searched through his contacts, but no one seemed to answer not until one did, “Jongho I think I just saw her…”

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vrisrezis · 8 months

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hello (i have read you're taking requests at the moment. it's okay if you can't do this but if you can i will be so so so grateful ) could you please write satoru x reader who has kind of a stronger, more introverted personality (a bit of a tsundere) so people normally deem them as intimidating, emotionless and hard to approach but satoru is falling so hard for them? like they've been close because he's been one to genuinely care and get to know them for who they are and that's why he's so protective and whipped. he's the only one who the reader lets baby them around and vice-versa, because they both know how hard it is to keep the "strongest" facade while being so soft and love starved inside. thank you if you do this really it means a lot!

SO CUTE. love satoru x tsun! Readers opposites attract okay….

- satoru is not one to be intimidated by anyone, so you don’t scare him like everyone else. He probably finds you personally fun to tease as you get annoyed easily!

- also, it’s just nice to see you show emotions since everyone thinks youre so emotionless and he likes to know he has an effect on you!

- but eventually aside from the teasing he tries to genuinely be your friend, which he doesn’t do with many people (the only true friends he feels he has being shoko, nanami, geto, and haibara. Secretly utahime too but.)

- this mainly comes from a place of finding you fun to be around despite your personality, (you’re fun to be around cuz it’s fun to tease you) but also he does genuinely find you interesting and wants to learn more about you

- a friendship would be formed of course, and slowly he’d get to see every bit and piece of you and falls for you in the process :)

- he’d be aware of it too, and kinda just accepts that as his life

- he would really value your friendship a lot though, due to how he can’t really be this vulnerable around anyone else, except maybe geto but it’s not the same.

- the closeness he feels with you is really special to him, so he wouldn’t tell you how he felt for a long time as he valued what you two have together

- regardless, satoru is very sweet to you! Aside from all the teasing cuz he does love to do that a lot

- but he actually goes out his way to buy you things! claims it’s cuz you’re such close buds, but you see a chibi geto laughing in the corner for some reason

- he likes buying you sweets :) he knows despite that rough exterior deep down you’re a softie just like him who loves to munch on some gummy bears

- also he isn’t subtle btw

- like he thinks he is but he isn’t

- bro straight up watching a movie on the couch and then be like “oh man! It’s so cold in here! Can I cuddle up to you?” and it’s like 90 degrees outside

- satoru typically isn’t all that protective of people he likes, cuz I genuinely can’t imagine him with somebody he would view as weak (I also think even if he did it’d be very unhealthy and savior complex-y)

- he doesn’t doubt you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t like to stand back and watch people judge you and assume you’re some robot, incapable of feeling. Incapable of being sad or incapable of being exhausted from a long day. You’re a human being, and he will not hesitate to remind people of that, if you won’t.

- and vice versa cuz even satoru forgets he’s a human being that’s allowed to rest

- satoru will ask for some of your praise cuz it’s his favorite but you almost never deliver. The few times you do he’s blushing and also never shutting up about it. Two years later and he will still talk about the time you said he did a good job baking those chocolate chip cookies.

- satoru feels like he can tell you anything, his worst mistakes, his fears, his guilt. And he’s happy you feel the same way. That you can let down your walls too.

- your relationship is interesting because of how similar and different you both are, you both build up walls and hide but in a completely different manner. You act mean and tough all the time, while gojo acts happy and silly all the time. You both have a hard time being vulnerable and letting people in, and you both know what it’s like to be the strongest and have people assume nothing bad could happen to either of you because of the strength you both constantly show to the world. But you both have such big and soft hearts that you’re both terrified to share. And yet, because of that understanding, you both find solace in one another and let eachother in as if neither of you cared about letting people in, in the first place.

#satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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midnightlee25 · 1 year

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Yandere ABC: Deadpool (Wade Wilson)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He is very affectionate with his darling. Feeling no shame of it using any chance he gets.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He isn’t worried about a little (a lot) of blood so it’s going to get messy.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling?

He isn’t cruel to his darling at all. In fact, he is quite smothering.

Delusional: How aware are they?

He is heavily delusional. There are some points when he is aware.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It does take him a while to open up to his darling but he will once they start showing that they feel the same way as he does.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He does understand why they are fighting him. It still breaks his heart to see them do so.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience?

The whole situation can be a nightmare in and of itself but how worse it gets depends on his darling.

Ideals: What is their plan for the future?

He isn’t too worried about the future however sometimes he gets thoughts of having a more “normal” end.

Jealousy: How jealous are they when it comes to their darling?

He does get jealous fairly easily although depending on who it is and what the situation he may or may not be able to hide it.

Knowledgeable: How much would they try to learn about their darling?

He does get to know quite a bit and then learns more along the way.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to courting his darling, he does take a cheesier route. But a mixture of romantic and silly cheesy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He does act more or less the same but those who have known him for a long time can see the subtle differences but it’s still enough for them to brush it off. (Which in the long run wasn’t the best idea.)

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn’t punish his darling at all.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Except for alone time he really doesn't take away anything from his darling.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He is very patient with his darling not really or at all getting frustrated at them.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If they were to escape, he won’t ever stop looking for them. If they were to die however, he would find a way to bring them back.

Regret: Would they feel guilty? Would they let go?

As long as his darling didn’t break or become super scared of him, he won’t regret anything.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them?

All it really took was having the right person. As scary as that seems he really does love his darling and doesn't want to lose them.

Tears: How do they feel about their darling crying, screaming, and/or throwing a tantrum?

He does try to comfort them as best as he can, which he does a good job at.

Unique: Does anything make them different from the classic yandere?

There are a few things that make him different. They are also the reason why he is quite a deadly yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Technically they could use really good acting to get him to believe that they do love him. But that is pretty hard to do and once he finds out that they were only pretending he won’t be too happy.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He would never intentionally hurt his darling.

Xoanon: How much would they worship their darling?

He does treat his darling with great care. It can at times border on worship.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It varies but there is a good chance that he will snap earlier than expected.

Zeal: How passionate would they be? Would they be passionate enough to break their darling?

There is actually little chance of him breaking his darling.

#yandere #yandere abc #yandere marvel #marvel #yandere deadpool #deadpool

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syrupfog · 3 days

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The Tang explodes and the crew swims to safety. It takes days to find a habitable island, much less some place they can stop and rest and start to rebuild (and wait for Law).

They end up on a small island with a large population, because this island is built to be one thing;

It’s a college town.

PLOT TWIST THE HEART CREW UNIVERSITY SLICE OF LIFE TIME.

They have to enroll to be given a loan, and that loan is how they’re able to afford a shitty little frat house, recently vacated because of a rat infestation.

Nineteen crew members. Five rooms. There’s already a beer pong table up when they move in.

None of these guys have completed secondary school. Sure, most of them could pass a medical entrance exam, but they couldn’t write an essay on why the curtains are blue. Or do geometry.

Everyone has to find jobs. Penguin, Shachi, and Jean Bart end up at a coffee shop. Ikkaku works at the textbook store. Hakugan flips signs on a street corner.

Penguin actually really enjoys latte art. The job doesn’t call for it, he just likes it.

Because no one has any university experience (why would they?) they try to all take the same major, to help each other out. After an argument they end up split down the middle; half of them go for history, the other half go for agriculture.

Penguin and Shachi, agriculture majors, end up pulling shifts on the school’s farm before the sun comes up, THEN working at the coffee shop when it opens at dawn. Jean Bart managed to make manager.

The Tang isn’t FORGOTTEN, but… they need to get good enough grades not to drop.

If they drop they have to pay the loans back.

So for a few months, everyone goes to class and works and studies. The house smells like beer and piss no matter how hard they clean.

And then, one day…

Kid and Killer wash up onto the island.

Kid refuses to sign up for university. That’s how Hakugan finds them— he hears the yelling from where he’s flipping a sign for pizzas. He alerts everyone else.

Killer does not have such reservations. He signs up on the spot. Poetry.

After a quick house meeting, the Hearts offer for Kid and Killer to sleep on their sofa. The two of them look… worse for wear. And a familiar face is nice. Everyone here at uni is… well, they’re very normal.

Kid doesn’t want to. But Killer accepts for the both of them.

Penguin helps Killer learn the bus system AND gets him a job at the coffee shop. It’s almost impressive there were so many free positions at this place, but… Penguin’s been sprayed in the face with hot espresso from the machines and yelled at by customers. A lot. He gets it.

He shows Killer how to make latte art, though. Killer turns in a poem about it. His professor calls it cliche but it gets him a passing grade. And so, three more months pass. The winter solstice arrives. Everyone goes home for the holiday, veritably abandoning the island.

Suddenly it’s just the Hearts and the Kids.

They make snowmen and snow angels and exchange terrible presents because they’re poor university students.

And on the day of the winter solstice, two new people wash up on the shore.

The Heart pirates only know because Penguin and Killer are taking a, ahem, private walk.

But there they are, passed out on the beach. Rough, but alive.

Penguin screeches, cries. Killer carries both bodies, hanging over his shoulders, back to the house.

Thus, when the next semester starts, Law and Bepo enroll in class.

Because, like, while they’re hiding out and rebuilding, Law might as well get a real medical license, right?

(He doesn’t; he shambles a student to pieces two weeks into the semester because she was insulting the new pirate king, and then they have to beat a swift exit before the loan sharks come, but Jean Bart at least has been working on the Tang 2 and at least its sea worthy).

(Kid and Killer come along for the ride, because hell if Kid is going to STAY in a UNIVERSITY it fuckign SUCKS THERE)

(Also cause Penguin and Killer kiss a lot)

#kilpen #kilguin #my writing

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months

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Masterpiece: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: While giving a lecture with Spencer and Rossi, a man approaches you with information regarding five missing people. Can you save them in time?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Y/N, I need you to do something for me," Rossi says.

"Anything."

"You said he feels intimidated by women. He didn't want to look at you. I want you to come in when he least expects it to throw him off his game."

"You got it," you nod.

You, Rossi, and Spencer get up to head to the interrogation room, and Rossi looks at Spencer in confusion.

"What's our strategy going to be in there with the interrogation?"

"You're not gonna be in the room."

"What? Why?"

"That's what he wants. He wants to play with you. We have to knock him off his game. That's all we have right now."

Rossi walks into the room without your boyfriend, but he doesn't leave. You two watch from the window, and Paul looks around when he doesn't see Spencer in there.

"Where's Dr. Reid?"

"Busy."

"You have something more important going on than me?"

"My dry cleaning is more important than you."

"That's very hostile."

"I think you're just a big-mouth wannabe who doesn't have the guts to do anything at all about this."

"Well, then I guess I'm free to go. I didn't spend the last five years of my life working on a masterpiece just to fold to a bad bluff, especially to someone who doesn't even have a hand to play."

Paul grabs his jacket and opens the door to leave, and you take this moment to walk into the room. As soon as he sees you, he lowers his head and becomes super shy. He didn't act this way when he first met you because Spencer was also there. Now that it's a more intimate setting, he has nothing to do but be a coward in front of you.

"Agent Y/N, you remember Professor Rothschild, right?"

"May I?" you ask and take his jacket from him.

He walks to the wall and cowers next to it without so much as a look in your direction.

"A God like you doesn't have a problem with women, does he?" Rossi asks.

"Do I make you nervous?" you ask him.

"It's okay, Agent. I think we have everything we need to know. This is not a man who can confront a woman on an equal footing. He sneaks up on them and gets them from behind. The original seven victims, oh, they were alone when they came up missing. They had a routine, and he watched them. Hiding in the weeds like a snake... Like a coward."

You set his jacket down over the chair before leaving the room. As soon as you leave, Paul recovers and goes back to being mysterious and calm.

"That was a waste of precious time."

"Oh, it's all part of the game now, isn't it?"

"You think you know what game you're playing, David? You aren't even able to grasp what questions to ask."

"Such as?"

"How about asking what the rules are."

"Rules?"

Paul takes off his watch and sets it on the table so Rossi can see what time it is.

"Two o'clock... and then there were four. I told you that in less than ten hours, another five people would be dead. I never said they would die at the same time. I wonder which one it was--the woman or one of those precious babies." Rossi is seething at this point, but he is doing a good job at hiding it from Paul. "You have to know the rules to play the game, David. Every two hours, one of them will die. In the end, they will all be gone."

"Is there something else I need to know?"

"Only that I'm rooting for you... David."

Rossi gets up and leaves the room, but he doesn't look your way. You and Spencer follow him out of the room only to run into Penelope who is panicking.

"What's wrong?"

"It's them. They're on my screen." Everyone follows her to her office, and when she sees the computer, she frowns in confusion. "Wait, that's not right. There were four children when I went to get you."

"What's that on their faces?" Emily asks.

All three children and Kaylee are wearing some kind of mask to protect themselves from whatever gasses are pumping inside the room they're in.

"They look like gas masks."

"Why would you fill a place with gas and then provide gas masks?"

"Maybe the gas serves another purpose. Look how evenly they're spaced out, and the hoses are stretched as far as they can go without coming off. The masks are to keep them in specific positions."

"He said one of them is already dead," Spencer says.

"One of the five, and now there are only three children left. Who sent you this?" you ask Pen.

"An anonymous site emailed to me."

"He said one will die every two hours, not all five in ten. When he said ten hours, I just assumed--"

"It's a chess game, he's two moves ahead," Spencer cuts Rossi off.

"Let's not get diverted. How are we doing with the seven missing women?"

"So far, I've got thirty-nine missing brunettes in central Virginia," Penelope says, pulling up the pictures of all the women missing.

"Kaylee is about thirty, so look at the women who are at that age. Narcissists tend to be extremely preferential."

Penelope types in the parameters, which narrows down the list.

"Twenty-eight."

"He said he's been working on this for five years, so check within the last five years."

"Seventeen," Penelope says after typing some more.

"Alright, if he thinks he's going to jail for even one of the original seven homicides, maybe he'll tell us where the rest of them are and give himself some deal room. How long do we have until the next one?"

"One hour and forty-eight minutes."

"Dave, can I speak to you for a second? The rest of you, see if you can figure out who might have been the original seven."

Hotch and Rossi go off to the side while the rest of you go to the briefing room with printouts of the women on Penelope's list. Each woman has their own file with everything regarding their disappearance. You can eliminate some of them based on the circumstances of their disappearances, so you know they won't be Paul's victims.

The ones you have suspicions about, Penelope writes on the whiteboard, and before you know it, you have five names already on there. Hotch walks into the room without Rossi, and you know he is with Paul.

"How are we doing?"

"We already have five women we believe are his victims," Emily says.

"I might have another," you state and hold up the file in your hands. "Her name was Margaret Peters. She disappeared in 2006 on her way to work. She was last seen at a coffee shop she went to every morning."

"That's number six," Spencer says as Penelope writes her name down. "We need one more."

The screen JJ usually uses to showcase new cases to the team has the live footage of Kaylee and the three children. You look up to see Kaylee trying to talk to the child furthest from the camera. She gestures for the little boy to run to her, and he takes a deep breath before doing so. She gives him her mask, and she checks on the other children before swaying over to the mask the child left behind.

"She put herself closest to the end, farthest from the camera. Why?"

"Maybe she knows something we don't like she doesn't have a lot of time. Let's continue," Hotch sighs.

"I have Lindsey Connor. She was last seen when she stepped out to have a cigarette while having a blown tire fixed."

"That doesn't sound routine. I don't think she was one of them," you shake your head.

"What about Lisa McDaniel? She went missing in Saluda, North Carolina in early 2008 while on her daily jog." That sounds like one of his victims, so Penelope writes her name on the board. "That's seven, and including Kaylee, that makes eight." Penelope puts their pictures on the big screen while still keeping the live footage up. "They're all incredibly beautiful."

"Almost unnaturally," Spencer comments.

"What are the chances that three out of our seven victims are from the same town?" Penelope asks.

"That's not a coincidence. He chose it that way."

Spencer gets a picture from Derek who is at Kaylee's house with Jordan. He took a picture of one of the bedrooms where a bunch of kids' toys are arranged in a weird way. They are in a circle with a line of them going down the middle.

"Morgan just sent this to me from the Robinson house."

Spencer looks at the picture and then at the board with all the names on it. He has such a smart brain that he sees with more than just his eyes. You're not sure what is going on inside his head, but he grabs the marker and makes a circle over the names, and draws a line down the middle of it.

"1-1-2-3-5," he mutters.

"Does that mean something?" you ask.

"I know where to find them."

Without another word, he rushes out of the room. He knows where to find them, and the pendant around Paul's neck is going to help him find them. As soon as he gets the pendant, he walks back to the briefing room with it in his hands.

"Garcia, can you put the map of Virginia up on screen? It's an irrational number known as 'Phi'. It's based on the ratio of line segments to each other and of the whole. It's called the golden ratio," Spencer explains. "It's a ratio found all through life. In fact, many people that we find conventionally attractive are proportioned based on that ratio. He made a reference to Leonardo da Vinci, remember this? Da Vinci used it in a lot of his paintings. As a matter of fact, the last supper--"

"Reid, Reid, how do we find them?" Hotch cuts him off before he goes on a tangent.

"Right. The whole concept is represented by this pendant, including the logarithmic spiral created by using a Fibonacci sequence. Follow me on this. You can manipulate this image, right?"

"Tell me what you need," Penelope says.

"Pull up all the towns that the missings are from." She does what he asks. "Wonderful. We had one in Richmond, one in Dinwiddie, two in Gloucester Point, three in Saluda, and finally five in Loretto this morning. 1-1-2-3-5 is a Fibonacci series. Each number is added to the number before it. Now geometrically, it can be expressed as a spiral. It's called a logarithmic spiral. Can you put the spiral up on the map?" Again, Penelope does so. "Thanks. Okay, now flip it 180 degrees." The image flips like he wants. "Now make it bigger. ... Bigger ... just a little bit bigger. The pendant is like a key." He puts the pendant on the screen, and Penelope marks the middle of it. "Chester, Virginia."

"You're sure?" Rossi asks.

"With his level of obsession with these numbers, the ratio will have permeated his entire life. If we took a city map of Chester, the location where Kaylee and her children are being held, it would follow one of these points on that map as well. The ratio works with any scale at all."

The spiral connects all of the cities to be a perfect spiral, so you know they are in Chester, Virginia.

"That's my boyfriend," you say proudly.

"Morgan and Todd are closer. Call them and tell them to get to Chester. I'm gonna get a chopper ready. Reid and Y/N, get a city map and you're with me."

"There's still something bugging me about this still," Rossi sighs.

While Rossi tries to figure that out, you, Hotch, and Spencer head out to the helicopter to get to Chester faster. Derek and Jordan are already on their way over to the house, and they get there as soon as you land.

You take out your gun and rush over to the house, but before you can get too close to it, you stop and put your hands out to stop everyone else from going further.

"Wait!"

"What's going on?" Hotch asks.

"This place is a trap." Angry red energy is floating around the property, but it slithers around the back of the property into a patch of trees. You see yourself walking through the front door, and a cloud of acid gets blown into your face. "The acid tanks are in the back. If we go through the front door, we'll die."

"How do we get inside?" Derek asks.

"We disengage the acid tanks. Once we do that, we can enter through the front."

"That's my girlfriend," Spencer smiles proudly.

You lead the group to the acid tanks, and Derek and Hotch turn them off to prevent everyone from dying a horrible death. They take off the hoses to take that extra step, and now the house is clear to go inside.

"Thank you for saving our lives," Derek says as he passes by you.

"Don't mention it."

Your group heads inside to see pictures of the Mona Lisa and the spiral everywhere. In the back of the room is a concrete door with a camera outside of it, and you know Kaylee and the kids are inside. Paul really wanted to make this as easy as possible because there is a key already in the lock.

With the acid tanks out of the way, Kaylee and all four kids are saved. The one you thought had disappeared was only separated by a concrete door. Ambulances are called to the house to take care of Kaylee and the kids as well as the kids' parents.

"Thank you," Spencer says to you. You and Spencer are off to the side while Hotch is on the phone with Rossi. "For saving our lives."

"You'd do it for me," you smile up at him. "How are you doing with your parents?"

"Much better. What about yours?"

"My dad still has some issues with you, but I believe he'll come around. He just needs to get to know you, that's all. He's being more stubborn than usual, and he's not going to like you for a while, but he will eventually."

"Listen, I had my suspicions about Paul and this case, and I followed my gut just like you did with the acid tanks. My gut is saying something isn't right with your parent's business. If you don't mind, could I look into it?"

You're not sure why, but this really pisses you off.

"Spencer, nothing is going on with them. They're my parents! I stood by your side with your dad, why won't you do the same with me? You accused him of murdering that child, but he didn't do it. You thought he did it, but he was innocent. Why are you picking on my dad? Is it because he doesn't like you? He doesn't like anyone!"

"Y/N, I understand your anger, but I really do think something is wrong here. This is different from my dad's situation."

"Spencer, please let it go! There is nothing going on with my mom and dad. They are normal parents who are very protective over me. Nothing is wrong, and don't you think I'd know about it with my abilities?"

"Your judgment can be clouded due to your relationship with them."

"Seriously, just drop it. I'm not going to give you permission to look into their foster business, and I'm done repeating myself."

You walk off to calm down, and Spencer watches you with concerned eyes. Whenever he has this feeling, he's usually right, and for some reason, he can't shake this off.

"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love." - Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Together (Hyrule x Reader)

Trigger Warning: Self-harm.

It'd been a long day, but the chain had finally made it to an inn for a night. Everyone was relieved; you were all exhausted. 'Beyond exhausted' rang true for you in particular.

Hyrule always knew you well, and he also knew you well enough to know how your mental state was at most given times. He knew that with you being so worn out, you couldn't be stable.

...But he never thought it'd be this bad.

"I'm going down to talk to Time for a bit, Rulie. Is that okay?" you question. He looks up at you from his book, knowing that you saw the old man as more of a father figure than anything else.

"Of course, angel, you don't have to ask my permission. You have the room key? I don't know when you'll be back, but just in case."

You nod.

"I've got it, yep."

"Then off you go, my love," he smiles. "I'll be here when you get back."

"I should hope so, I'd worry if you weren't," You laugh, and he laughs with you, shaking his head.

"You and your jokes... I love you. Be safe."

"I will, I love you too."

As you close the door, Hyrule closes his book, sighing softly as he decides your absence is the best time to wash up. He stands, getting up and walking into the inn's bathroom, getting ready to take a nice hot bath when he notices something on the mirror.

Squinting, he slowly walks toward it, noticing the little splatter of red on the mirror. As he scratches at it, he realizes it's not dried yet and feels his breath hitch. Is that blood...? But the only two people in this room were him and--....

His head shoots up as he gazes at his own terrified expression in the mirror.

You.

Oh goddesses, that blood was fresh, now staining the underside of his nail. How did this happen? Had you cut yourself on something? There's nothing here... His heart sinks as a thought creeps its way into his mind, one that he just can't ignore.

He knew you had a... certain history. And he hopes-- no, he prays to the goddesses that it's not the case. That it isn't true...

...Cautiously, he peers into the trash bin. There isn't much in it, and he wouldn't normally do something like this, but... carefully, he moves the trash over, looking underneath it all.

To his horror, there lies a razor blade in the bottom of the bin, a little bit of red on the blade.

He suddenly feels like throwing up. His angel couldn't possibly be hurting this badly... could they? Oh goddesses, 'horrible' doesn't even begin to describe the way he feels right now...

His mind starts to race. Should he go get you? Should he wait until you come back? He doesn't know when you'll come back. He knew earlier that he'd probably be asleep by the time you returned, but...

There's no way in hell he'll be sleeping after this discovery. He sighs worriedly, running a hand through his hair. How long had you been hurting like this? He feels god-awful for not noticing... If you'd been doing this for a while, you'd done a very good job at hiding it, that's for sure. Hyrule knows he isn't dense; if you'd made any comment out of the ordinary, he'd have caught it, surely...

Oh, goddesses. He sighs, trying to calm himself. He's got to keep a clear head here, he knows it.

Maybe he should go to you? Talk to you and Time about it? But you'd be upset, and Time doesn't need to know everything. The old man's got enough on his shoulders...

He decides on waiting until you return, his bath long forgotten while he does his best to calm himself by returning to his book. To no one's surprise, of course, he can't even focus enough to read it properly. Eventually, he gives up with a sigh, closing the book with a thump and setting it carefully it on the nightstand.

He just wishes you'd said something... he knows why you didn't, but even if you didn't want to worry him...

Soon, the door clicks, signaling your return. His ears perk up as you step inside.

"Rulie? I didn't think you'd still be up. Everything okay?" you question him softly. He smiles, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"I'm fine, angel, but I wanted to talk to you about something..."

His words make you visibly stiffen.

"...You found it, didn't you?"

He lets out a small sigh before speaking.

"Yes, love. I did."

There's a moment of silence between the two of you, before he speaks again.

"You don't have to tell me anything. I'm not upset, okay? You're allowed to feel what you feel. But I want you to remember I'm your partner, not your parent. I'm not going to be angry at you, I'm here to support you...

"...But you have to let me do that. I can't be your anchor you if you won't allow it."

There's another few moments of silence before you sigh, kicking off your boots and coming to sit on the bed next to him.

"...I know... I just... never know how to tell you. It's so hard, and I don't want you to worry about me..."

He snorts a little as he wraps an arm around you. "Angel, you know me. I'm gonna worry anyway."

You laugh a little bit with him.

"I know..."

Silence ensues, but only for a moment.

"Can I see?" he asks carefully. He doesn't wanna pressure you, but he also doesn't wish to see you hurt.

But slowly, you nod, giving him one of your wrists. He removes his arm from your shoulders, carefully sliding up your sleeve, and--

Oh, Hylia, it's worse than he thought. His breath hitches as he quickly realizes you've been hurting for a while now.

"...Oh, angel..." he sighs sadly as he begins to use his healing magic on your wrists.

Nothing is said between the two of you as he heals you, and it doesn't take long. Once he's finished, he sighs, rolling your sleeves back down.

"Are there any more?" he questions, to which you shake your head.

"No."

For a moment, he eyes you suspiciously, and it makes you laugh a little because it looks so adorable.

"I promise, babe, there's no more."

He continues to watch you for a second before letting out a sigh.

"If you say so, angel. Now c'mere, I'm making you feel special now and there's nothing you can do about it." He laughs, pulling you forward by your shoulders and pressing his lips to yours.

The action makes you gasp in surprise, and he laughs into the kiss, his hands quickly moving from your shoulders to your face as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. Your hand comes up to meet one of his, carefully resting over the top of his hand as the other rests on his wrist.

He breaks the kiss after a few moments, resting his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes.

"Promise me you'll tell me if you're feeling this way from now on, okay? Please? You don't have to do this alone, my love."

You smile, giving him another quick peck on the lips.

"I will, I promise."

He smiles.

"We're a team, Angel. We're in this together, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, babe."

You both smile at each other before he brings you back in for another kiss. And if he makes you feel extra special later that night, that's no one's business. Right now, his mission is to shower you with love, and that's exactly what he'll do. Any consequences, he'll deal with when the time comes, because he loves you way more than anyone else.

He loves his angel so, so much and he'll do whatever it takes to prove it.

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Rodolfo/Alejandro

NSFW: Blow jobs

Staring forward in the mission briefing taking notes not expecting anything, and Alejandro gets jumped by his memories again. Looking at Rodolfo a few rows ahead stoping his note taking. Rudy is looking over his shoulder at him, before looking back front. Alejandro looks down at his notes, a blush creeping up their neck. The memory of the night a few weekends ago. Of Rudy, his best friend, on his knees sucking his dick, while the woman Miranda?, is preparing herself for what's to come. How good it felt, how he nearly came down his friends throat, having to sit with the fact that no woman ever blow him as good. The questions of why Rudy is so good at it, he don't dare to ask, they haven't talked a lot since the threesome and people are asking if they had a fight. They havent, yet, probably would make things easier. But, he can't think about anything else, when he's alone with the other it's get unbearable. The harder he trys to push it away the worse it becomes and Rudy absolutely unbothered, as if he sucks the dick of his fellow soilder all the time. The jealousy he that is burning everytime when thinks about the others that Y blow, is stupid, irrational, not needed. The terrible road of acceptance he's not 100% heterosexual is long and he can't get off it because every exit has bisexuality written on it. Its all Rudy's fault, why did he thought that was necessary to do? The shame after jerking of to the memory, how this one night made his life so fucking complicated and wanking off impossible. So he's in a bad mood all the time, hiding away when ever he can get away with it, haven done a embarrassing amount of am I gay quizes. Reading about the Kinsey scale and trying to figure out where his score is, wondering where Rudy is landing. It's eating him alive he has to talk with his best friend about this soon because after they talked things will go back to normal, right? He feels like he is slowly going insane.

Rudy don't understand the curent one-sided conflict with Ale. A constant aura of hostility radiating of his friend. It got so bad he got pulled in a office by a higher up and forced to talk. They fucking ordered him to tell them. So he told a half truth, that they both tried to get with the same woman and that Alejandro didnt got her. The cometary about teenage behaviour nearly made him roll his eyes so hard he risked them being stucked at the inside of his head. He tried to talk with Ale about the night, but they can't even talk about the weather at the moment, so dropping a casual hey so about the blow job I gave you is out the question. So they don't talk and everybody has to walk on eggshells. He feels, eyes burning holes in his back, he don't need to look over his shoulder to know its Alejandro, he does it anyway. The angry stare, is pushing some of his buttons because he dont think Alejandro fucking Vargas can get more attractive. He took what was probably his only chance of having sex with the other, a guy he has a massive crush on for years. Now he has to pretend, that it was a blowing your fellow soilder blow job. Nothing special when it was special to him. He can only hope that Ale is not disgusted by him being bi and ending their friendship what also negatively effect them working together. He focuses on the map of the compound they are about to raid. Seeing the closet on the 2nd floor, fucking ironic to talk about this in a closet right? Trapping Alejandro somewhere is likely the only chance to talk this out, because as soon as the briefing is over Ale will disapear into thin air.

The time they spend in vehicles is to much, also you are trapped in them. Hes fucking trapped for 4 hours in a airplane and he cant avoid his problem. Rudy is sitting next to him, his usall pre drop off nervousness making his legs bounce, but he sat down next to him as if they are not talking with each other for weeks. As if everything is normal and not everyone is looking at them and silently asking themselves why they are so distant. He cant push the talk any longer, how do you even do this? He never had to do that? What do you even say? Thanks you for the blow job, I didnt expect? Do you compliment the skill? He would never do that to a woman, so why to another man? He needs to get some rest, this whole situation is keeping it up at night. Out of habid he is resting his head on Rudys shoulder, before closing his eyes. Not thinking he will really fall asleep, but still taking as much of rest as he can. Not seeing all the eyes on them, not realsisng how the leg bouncing is shortly stopping, before it starts again. Not realising how some of Rudys nervousness is falling of, that he is basiclly saying what happend is not changing how they work together. That he said very much with a little gesture, slowly drifting into a light sleep.

Rudy trys to act like always sitting down next to Alejando as usally. Geeting pre mission jitters and bouncing his legs, but he has to force himself to not pick up the pace. The unsertenty if the threesome is changeing how they work in the field is eating him up. That everyone is predenting to not watching them to figure out the exact same thing is also not helping. The added external pressure that they dont need and Ale dont even seems to realise. They need to talk, so badly this cant keep going, he had weeks to prepare himself to be able to pretend its just a fellow soilder sexual favor trait. He can do this, he is keeping his feelings at bay for years by now, he can keep doing it. Alejandros head is hitting his shoulder. His legs stop, while the realisition is hitting him. Looks like things in the field are not about to change yet. With him starting to bounce his legs again the whole atmosphere is plane is changing, like every one his daring to breath again. He feels the watchful eyes of the others leave them while Ale is totally unaware falling asleep. They are a perfect team in the field and them breaking apart because of a stupid blow job would honestly mortifying. He looks at the captain who is giving him a approving nod.

They finished clearing the floor, starting to look for intel, they are looking through the office close to the staircase. Rodolfo looking through a bookshelve, while he trys to open the drawer at the desk. Failing miserable his hands being shacky and this stupid cheep lock is way to hard to open. Being so focused on the task he dont hear, that Rudy walked up to him. Waiting for him, to finish his work. He hears the click, opens the drawer, filled with office suplies, the next has some documents in them to look over. He puts them on the desk skipping over them, do desite if this is usefull. Suddenly Rudy, who is a head shorter them him, is pressing against his back, his arms catching him in. His heart tries to leave his ripcage.

"We will talk back at base", Rudy is wispering in his ear and Alejandro has to supress a noice, stiffening. He nods and Rodolfo is stepping back. Walking to the next room. Alejandro is slowly dropping to the ground. Holy shit, his brain is already making up scenarious. He takes several deep breaths he need to finish his god damm job and not thinking about being pinned down against the desk. Not to forget he should not think about MEN in a sexual context, let alone his best friend. He schould think about doing that to a WOMAN, if he has to think about it. He looks over the papers again, pushing his inapropiated thoughs away, like always. Push them down, dont think like this, dont think about it, dont FUCKING think about it, familiar mantra by now. He looks at a page, with transaction on them, folding them, before he puts them away in his back pack. Looking for Rudy finding him in a room full of filing cabints, they will spent the rest of the mission in here, fuck.

Rodolfo is looking at the book titels, and folders on the bookshelf not finding anything. He looks over to Alejandro, who trying to pick a lock, his hand unusally shacky. On every other day, this lock would not cause trouble to the other. He fucked up with impusivly blowing his best friend the consequences of his action very visible. He moves towards the desk, waiting for Ale to finish what hes doing. He listens to the raidio, the team on the forth floor is talking about struggeling to get into the server room. Great, at least the other got the lock open. Exposing a few office suplies, before he pulls some papers out. He so easily could pin Ale against the desk right now and he wants to, so god damm badly. A lot of surfaces would, look better with Alejandro Vargas pinned down on, he shakes the train of thougt of, stepping close to Ale. Pressing himself agaisnt the back in front of him, his arms on the desk, caging the other in, so he cant run away.

"We will talk back at base", he is wispering in Alejandros ear, waiting for a response. Feels how the bigger man is stiffening up before he nods. He supresses the want to say good boy, insteat stepping back, to look for intel in one of the other offices. The room behind the door, he has to break open is storing a lot of documents, he keeps the door open so that Ale can help him looking over whats in the file cabinets. The first cabinet he is opening full of personal files. He needs a moment to remember the names of some target persons, before he starts looking over the names. He pulls out one of the files, a potential relativ to a target person. He radios the mission lead over his finding waiting for confirmation. Alejandro walks in the room, going to work on a cabitnet at the other wall. He looks towards the door, Bravo 4.3 and 4.5 already confirmed to walk towards them. He wants to do very inaprobiated thinks to this best friend, but non of them possible to do in the few minutes they have before the rest of the team is showing up. Before the blowjob he could put this thoughts away till he was alone and never on a mission, when there was down time in a save house, get a grip.

They are in Rudies room, to talk. He is so fuckign nervous he has the feeling he wants to throw up, the las time he felt like this was when he tried to join mexican special forces. He sits on the desk, kicking his legs to keep the nervousnessand nee to run out of the room. Rudy looks just as nervous about this as he feels.

"So, you eh do this more often? Like blowing guys." Alejandro is cringing about his own question, great way to start this. To clean up the mess that's sticking to the floor by now.

"Sometimes." The poison of jealousy is mixing in the acid pit that is his stomach. Why is he so god damm jealous about what Rudy does with other man. He likes woman, all these test telling him hes bisexual are wrong. It makes no sense, he can't even pretend its worry of Rodolfo getting caught its ugly venomous jealousy.

"Oh, so eh what does that mean for us?" Alejandro is playing with his hands looking at the floor, not seeing that Rudy is palling the question.

"It was just part of the threesome it dont has to mean anything." Rodolfo answers sounding like he is forcing himself to say this, ungeniuen, but why should he lie.

"I can work with that", Alejandro says looking up, trying to read Rudys face. Cant pinpoint what is going on in the other mans head, the nervousness is not dieing down.

Rodolfo fells his heart shater into shards over what Alejandro said, masking the pain. It meant fucking everthing to him. He selfishly took his chance with the threesome, he should have decliend, should have known it would break his heart, but he was drunk and well, he could satisfy one of his many fantasies of Alejandro. And how he got pulled of when Ale was close, got him a fucking power trip. Knowing that the other liked it. Wanting to do it again. Wanting to bring the others to his knees.

"So you're bi?", Alejandro is asking curiosly, not sounding like he is judging. That's good a few worries fall of him.

"Yeah, but I prefere woman", Rudy lies, needing to atleast save the friendship because he cant lose Alejandro as a friend or learn to trust somebody else to watch his 6. Alejandro is nodding, before he slides down the desk to leave the room.

"So we are cool?" "We are cool." With that Ale is waving his hand, before he walks out the room. Rodolfo is falling on the bed, putting his face in the pillow, screaming into it, tears filling his eyes now that he allows himself to feel the pain. He hopefully saved the friendship atleast, but they are not cool, he is yearning to get Alejandro back in his bed. He cant even fucking wank anymore, because only the memory from that night, this stupid mistake of a night is playing in his mind all the time. How is he suposed to not use his knowledge about Alejandro for this? How his mouth is open a littel bit when he comes, that his eyes fall shut, he throws his head back and bows his back. How he sounds, how he blushes down to his chest, how beautiful he looks blissed out? How cant he not want to see it again? Forget how he wants to make his best friend forget to bite his lips to keep quite? He needs to put some distance between them, to lick his wounds he knows a linger solo mission is lined up. Perfect to get the time and space to get back to normal.

Alejandro dropps down on his bed, trying to get himself together. They talked, nothing changed. Nearly nothing changed but now he knows that Rodolfo is giving other guys blow jobs. This is not sitting well with him, makes him angry and jealous. It is so dumb, why does he even care this much, he only like woman, the blow job was a fluke. Something Rudy just did, because what else should they do while Chiara? prepped herself? It was logical, for them do keep themselves busy, so why is it causing him so much trouble? Also maybe Elena? said it was fucking hot and her pussy dripped, so no harm was done it made the threesome better. Why is this becoming a growing part of his sexual crisis? You can only take that many Am I gay quizes and get the same results, before you have to exept it. Alejandro is not their yet. Rudy said he is prefering woman over man right. So he is basicly hetero, but enjoys dick from time to time. Alejandro is groaning, he needs to stop thinking about this, he is not bi, not even with a preference for woman, he only likes woman. He likes tits, and curvy hips and a ass you can slap, if she is into it. The test must be wrong and the Kinsey scale is nonsence. Push it away, you talked about it, its cleared up now. He pulls up his phone time to watch porn, straigth porn, he havend wanked in a while. He fucking needs it and his head will be clearer after a good heterosexual orgasm. They have no duties tomorow so he can even take his time. He scolls down, looking for someting intressting. He stops at a threesome with two men and a woman, struggeling to scroll past the video. This is to close to home, he can find one with two womand and a man one to watch. He clicks on the video, its just two duds doppel stuffing a woman, what's the harm? Turning the volume down, watching mesmerised. Not touching his dick, just watching. Seeing how actor 1 and the woman are fucking. Hyper analysing everything, the sheets, the positions, the bodys. The third is walking in and he cant keep his eyes of the massiv dick, instead on the fat tits of the woman, that are jiggling with each trust of actor 1. Actor 2 is saying something and he surely will start fucking the womans mouth soon. He is wrong, so fucking wrong. Actor 2 is playing with actor 1s ass. He closes the video, getting of the site, not having the need to jerk off anymore, dropping the phone like it burned him. He feels that he is rock hard, something that rarely happens to him while watching porn. The phone is lying next to him, taunting him, a part of his brain wanting to finish the video. This part is knowing the orgasm will be good, satisfying, mind blowing. Closing his eyes is a mistake, because the memorys are haunting him, of Rudy coming, bitting Maria? in the shoulder to muffel his moan, how sweat is runing down his face and back. How blown his eyes were. Would he bite him in the shoulder? Would Rudy enjoy it as much as that night if it was only him? Would Rudy leave his hips bruised like he did with, maybe Natalie? He looks at his still hard dick then at his phone. He can finish this dumb video and it will mean nothing. He reopens the browser and restarting the video. His free hand slipping down his pants he is so hard he can come before actor 2 is making an entrance. His brain was right the orgasm was mind-blowing. When it happened is irrelevant and this is not damaging his heterosexuality.

Alejandro accepts his defeat while watching a football match with the rest of the team. Rudy still away on his solo mission. Its a rainy day, fall just a few days old. He is finally leaving the highway to hell of sexual crisis, taking the exit to enter bi sexuality city, he is circling for two months by now. He can't denile it any longer his browser history filled with two men one woman porn. And he hates it, he hates this new reality, because that means the flood of dirty thoughts and fantasies he has about Rudy are things he actually wants. Seeing the what is happening in the videos and imaging doing them with Rodolfo? Is now something he wants, he craves, at this point needs. But they agreed it means nothing. So why is his brain not getting it? Why can't he replace his best friend with another man? Is it because he dont have to come up with mannerism and he has memories to go back too? Rudy will return soon and there is no place for any if these thoughts in brain, but he knows it won't stop. The last 2 and a half months teaches him that pushing it down won't bring him anywhere. So what to do? What should he do?! Keeping this his deepest dirtiest secret till the day he dies? He can do that, dint tell don't ask, don't act. Easy right? Right?!?

It is not easy, infact it his the hardest think he ever had to do that is not job related. They are on a break from working the graveyard ship. Rudy is smoking and he can keep his eyes of his lips. Can't keep the knowledge that these lips where around his dick away. Heat is creeping up his cheeks, the blush is slowly taking over his face and he cant blame the cold, it is not that cold yet. Rodolfo is still looking at the distance and Alejandro despreadly trys to do the same. He is doing so fucking well, keeping his dirty thoughts away during the day and only allow them in the middle of the night. It worked, it worked perfectly and then they got the fucking graveyard ship. He already collected so fuck many dirty thoughts and if he would look at the clock he would see its nearly 3 am, the only tome he allows himself these thoughts. He is so busy keeping his brain in check that he dont even notices that Rudy is looking at him. That Rodolfo is seeing his prominent blush. He is pulled back to reality when a hand is touching his forhead. If its possible his blush is getting stronger at this. Rudy is looking at him worried, frowning.

"Everything okey?", Rudy asks and his traitors body still finds blood for his blush somewhere.

"Yes." The other is narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out if he is lying ot not. Alejandro is stammering around trying to come up with a lame excuse. Rudy is slamming one of his hands at the wall next to his head leaning in. Alejandro has his deer in the head lights moment frezzing up, despreadly trying to melt into the wall, nothing. Sure his left site is completely free and he could just use it to get away, but he cant, he's glued to the fucking spot. This best friend watching him carefully, analysing him.

"Fuck this is hot." The thought is slipping out of his mouth and he's done. That's it, its over. Rodolfos face changed from confused, to surprise to knowing. A smirk apearing on his face and he is so fucking hot right now.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick, aren't you? Dirty." Alejandro wants to die on the spot, or the ground to open up and taking him down. He makes a high pitched noice before covering his mouth with his hands, the arousal that is keeping his face red now being replaced by embarrassment, because what elite soilder makes this kind of sound? He's fucked, he is so fucked.

Rodolfo is deep in thought, smoking his cigarette, Ale next to him doing what ever. He pulled himself together over the 3 weeks he was away, his emotions back to around the time before the blowjob. Some days are rough, but he's surviving. He just wants to give Ale a short side look to check in if he wants to go back in. Can watch how his friends face is turning redder by the second. What is going on? He puts his hand on the others forhead, being warm to his touch, but not hot as if Ale is getting sick. Why, what? Its not that cold and they are here maybe 10 minutes.

"Everything okey?" And Rodolfo is not sure if he is imaging that Ales face is getting even warmer to the touch.

"Yes." He never heared Alejandro talk like this. Something is up. The stammering around is the final nail in the coffin Alejandro is hiding something. He uses his hand that is still holding the unfinished cigarette to push the bigger man against the wall, the other is placed next to his head, Rudy has to stand on his tiptoes. He sees the widend eyes of Ale how his breath is getting faster, how the other is pressing himself more against the wall. He looks his friend over, trying to get any hint. In the end Ale is giving him the clue all on his own.

"Fuck this is hot." Uh... Rodolfos brains is trying to processes everything all at ones. What.. oh

OH..

This is happening okey, so but why.

How did they get here?

He is fidgeting with his cigarette and ohhhhh that's how. He can't keep the smirk to himself and he cant keep help but tease the other even if his face can't get more red then it already is.

"Thinking about my lips around your dick aren't you? Dirty." Purring the dirty seductivly. He can't even name the sound Alejandro is making. High pitched, not a whine but also not a wimper he wants more of this sound. Hands are covering Ales mouth and it's so fucking cute. Rudy is pulling closer moving his head towards the others ear being able to hear the gasp Ale is making.

"I know a place, if you want." Keeping his hand on Alejandros hip, wanting to move it somewhere else but also not to come of to strong. He pulls back looking the others face over again. Waiting for a answer, taking a drag from the cigarette. Seeing how Alejandros eyes are following it how they glue to his lips. Fuck he spend the last 3 weeks to tell himself this will never happen and that's fine, that he can be sad, hurt, angry about the fact. To learn he can have it, only a fool would not. A bit more, he needs to push a bit more, but they also have to return soon, graveyard ship don't mean you can slake off to much.

"This time you won't even need to pull me off can cum down my throat." Alejandro is moaning at this, he got him. He pulls Ales hands down, hearing how audible he is breathing now, before he nearly kisses the other. Waiting for the other to close the distance.

Alejandros brain is trying to catch up. He missed several steps from him mindlessly starting at the other to being here. He watches Rodolfo leaning in closer, the breath of the other ghosting over his cheek. Not trying to think about that Rudy has to get on his tiptoes for this, because Rudy feels like he is bigger then Alejandro at the moment.

"I know a place, if you want." If Rudy wouldn't have his hand on his hip he would slide down the wall, because he dont even know what else to do. His brain is stop working for a moment, no new information getting entered. Holly shit. Every synonym for yes is racing through his mind, non making it to his mouth. His body finally moving blood out of his face, but towards is dick is not helping. Rudy is taking a drag from his cigarette and maybe he is to focused how the lips are closing around the filter. Getting to offert these lips around his dick again, honestly Rudy could ask for a lot more and he would say yes at this point. Shit how much time passed since he should have answered?

"This time you won't even need to pull me off, can cum down my throat." Rudy, is unfair knowing excatly what to say, his dick is half hard by now. A moan is leaving his mouth, because he wanted to cum down this throat for a while now. His hands that are still covering his mouth are removed. Rudy is leaning close, he feels the others breath on his lips. He closes the cap, kissing the other. The contact is short, because he hears footsteps coming closer. They are out for to long.

"Next break", is all he says before pealing himself of the wall so nobody sees fraternizing. Two Privates are turning the corner both of them holding their packs in the hand. They are lucky it's not a comanding officer, because 30 minute smoking breaks are not tolerated even on the graveyard shift.

Next break looks like it's never coming, they are currently working on a emergency briefing and scheduling with medical, flight control and the Captian of delta team. Because of course everything is going south when you planned a hook up and the universe don't want it to happen. Rudy is still on the phone with flight control getting the helicopter ready, while Alejandro can play around with a pen while waiting for medical to call back. He pulls up the information they need for the brief, working on that, when he feels a hand on his knee. Rudy taping his finger in annoyance, listening to what ever the other person on the other site is saying. Rudy is looking at him and Alejandro feels pinned down in the chair. The gaze of Rodolfo is so intense the hand squeezing his knee, Rudy is eye fucking him right now. Alejandro bits his lower lip nervously, making the other smiles pleased at his reaction, before he answers a question he got asked on the phone. The hand is moving from his knee to his chin, Rudys thumb swiping over his lip. Alejandro don't even think about it, taking the finger in his mouth loosely bitting down, so that Rudy can pull it back at any moment. Licking over the finger, seeing how Rodolfo look is turning hungry at this. Rudy is continuing the phone call as if nothing is happening and it don't sit right with Alejandro. How can he be ready to drop on his knees to do push this further and Rudy just works like normal, like there's not something wiredly sexual is happening between them. He takes more of the finger in, licking over it covering it with drool and Rudy just looks amused at him, like Alejandor is just playing around. Rudy tries to pull his thumb back, but he is bitting down harder to stop it, getting a raised eyebrow at this, questioning. Alejandro has the feeling he looks like a very stuborn toddler right now in the end letting the finger go, slowly opening his mouth to let the finger go. Rudy is swiping his wet finger over his lips smiling pleased. The call is ending and instead of giving him any information on when Delta can leave to help Epsilon he is leaning in closer, both his hands resting on the armrest of Alejandros chair.

"The moment Delta is in the air, I will drag you out this office and you better know what you want by then Ale." Alejandro is dieing at this nodding along, because he dont think he can form any words right now. A telephone is ringing and Rudy is pulling back. Alejandro is ready to just slide down the chair to the ground because his body feels like jelly right now, instead he answers the phone because they have a job to finish.

Rudy didnt lie when he said he will drag him of. They walked past their office, that should always be filled with one officer. Alejandro dont think he ever was in this part of the administration building before, but Rudy knows where they have to go. Dont think to much about why he knows. Finally Rudy opens a door, pushing him into a unsed office. The door is pulled closet und Rody leaning against it waiting for Alejandro to start speaking. The only thing Alejandro wants to say is the question why Rudy knows this place.

"I...." Alejandro stammers, what causes Rudy to walk towards him. Alejandro steps back till he walks against the desk.

"I.. fuck I want you to suck my dick." Rudy just humms at this, looking at him.

"Hope your willing to return the favour." With that Rodolfo is dropping to his knees. Alejandro hears how his belt is being opend and the sipper being pulled down, blood rushing towards his dick. Rudy is pulling his pants and boxer down far enough to get his dick out, taking the half hard dick in his mouth and starts. Alejandro puts a hand over his.mouth, Rudy may have dragged him off to a secret sex spot at the night-shift but he still don't wants to be to loud. Rudy looks up at him displeased, but also challenging, as if to say oh well try to stay silent. Rudy is not even moving his head, just using his tounge. Licking over what ever he can find. The slit, a thick vein, trying to figure thinks out. Testing a careful use of teeth, getting a whine out of Alejandro, who is using one hand to holt on the desk for dear life, because he knows he won't survive this if Rudy finished his testing. A loud moan is leaving his mouth when Rudy is using his teeth for light pressure right where the head of his cock is ending and is licking over the slit. Rudy is looking up at him, triumph in his eyes, before pulling off.

"You like a bit of pain with your pleasure mhm?" Rudy asks intressted and Alejandro is not sure it that is true, maybe only if Rudy is doing it. He shrugs as answer and Rudy takes him in his mouth again. Rudy is moving his head slowly, getting a feeling for how much he can take in. Alejandro is moving his hand that is still clawing into the desk on Rudys head. Looking down at the other who is not botherd by this, licking the precum of his slit. Alejandro is quickly panting against his hand, that is do littel to muffel his noices, drool runing out one corner of his mouth. What is making Rudy put in more effort into his task. Licking over the vein on the undersite of his dick, using his lips to apply pressure on the tip, circel his tounge around the slit, licking up all the pre cum. The vibration of Rudy moans are driving Alejandro insane when ever he takes as much of Alejandro as he can. One of his hands playing with Alejandros balls when ever Alejandro is not muffeling his sounds. Frome time to time again using his teeth to at just at littel bit of pain and Alejandro tries to push the knowlegde away that Rodolfo is a bitter.

"Rudy...", Alejandro moans getting close, his grip on the others hair must be painfull by now. Rudy, is again using his teeth and its pushing Alejandro off the edge. The carefull presure of the teeth on is tip, a lick over his slit and Alejandro has to bite in his hand to muffel his scream. Some of Alejandros cum is running down Rudys chin, while Alejandro is tasting blood. Rudy puls off using the back of one of his hands to swipe the cum away.

"Fuck", Alejandro is mumbeling watching Rudy licking his hand clean.

"Not quite", Rudy quips in winking at him, while pulling Alejandros pants back into place. Alejandro is catching his breath before he sinks down his knees. Hes nervous, because he never did this before. He watched a stupid amount of porn blow jobs, but they did nothing to calm him down. His brain is also still recovering from his orgasm so he has no idea what Rudy did. He opens Rudys, belt and pants. He theoretical knew that Rudy, was big a few glances in the shower told him this, but that is nothing to its full size. Not a beginner size Alejandro is thing to himself, the tip was also wet from the precum that Rudy leaked while blowing him. He did a test lick a bitter salty taste on his tounge, not sure if he could like this. He can only hope that Rudy dont has that high expertation of him. He takes the tip in, doing what Rudy did to him, carefully adding pressure with his teeth.

"Dont", Rudy is saying, clearly not wanting teeth that close to his dick. Alejandro is closing his hand around the dick, taking in around a third of Rudys dick. He slowly start to move his head and hand, not knowing what to do with his tounge. For the moment, making sure that Rudys dick is sliding along it. He is twisting his hand with ever down stroke, a lot more confortable doing this.

"Ale", Rudy moans and it sounds liek the other is enjoying this. It give Alejandro more confidence to expiriment. Licking over a thick vein feeling Rudys dick throbbing. When ever only the tip is in his mouth his licks over it. The sounds Rudy is making are getting louder and more frequent, making Alejandro to take him as far in as his gag reflex lets him. Suddenly Rudy is pulling him off, so Alejandro is finishing his work with his hand. Using his thumb to circel over the tip and Rudy is comming. Most of it is covering Alejandros hand some landing on his face. Rudy makes a strange sound Alejandro never heared him make before.

"You would look even better with all my cum on your face", Rudy says, before getting some tisues for Aleajndro to clean up his hand.

"Next time." The two words are falling out of Alejandros mouth, from his brain directly to his mouth. Rudy looks down at him, looking unintressted at the offer.

"Next time", Rudy finally agrees after a while.

#call of duty #mw2 2022 #cod mwii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo x alejandro

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katabaesis · 8 months

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tagged by @basuralindo — it seems that I post a section of WIP and tag people to also do the same? I'm not sure if anyone else is writing fic on my TL right now hahaha but! If you see this consider yourself tagged :)

Thanks for tagging me! Er, dunno why this got weirdly long for an excerpt... anyway... a small excerpt from 'heir apparent' the next bit of 'long live the king' series...

There isn't a body to bury.

STYX takes Leona Kingscholar's body away. Idia Shroud knows that it doesn't matter. There isn't a body because no one will remember Leona was even ever at Night Raven College. There's so much work for STYX to do. Idia's father even comes to school — for work, he says, but the first thing he does is check on Idia and Ortho — and then goes to Sunset Savanna. It turns out easiest to say that Leona Kingscholar had died in childhood, Overblotted after he found his sick mother hidden away as the family secret. It's an odd lie, Idia thinks when he reads the report but it turns out that Leona's birth had been difficult on the queen and some part of her had never recovered. When Leona had died apparently Lethe's memory wiping hadn't worked on her so spinning the lie around her insistence her son had gone to Night Raven College was necessary. It leaves a bad taste in Idia's mouth. He thinks about Ortho and really the entire Shroud family, doomed to be forgotten and also to drag whoever had the bad luck to get involved with them or too stained with blot down to hell with them. But inevitably, as he always does, Idia settles into resignation.

They make Ruggie the Housewarden. Headmaster Crowley hems and haws about it clearly unsure what to do with a Housewarden who doesn't come with prestige, power or money. All the students though know that Ruggie is — was — Leona's right hand. Even if he wasn't technically Vice Housewarden Ruggie was the heart and Leona the brain. If asked Ruggie would have declined but there's no asking when it comes to Overblot cleanup. They simply make it happen. Replacing that many memories is difficult and it's obvious that Ruggie can tell something is missing. Idia is glad he attends Housewarden meetings via tablet because he wouldn't be able to hide his expression, not with the stumbles over things Ruggie should know — if he is truly Housewarden — or the blanks in memory that everyone seems to share.

"And, on the topic of academic eligibility. . ." Vil Schoenheit intones. There is the barely veiled something in his voice. Idia would call it judgey. Riddle called it leadership. Azul only ever commented on it if he wanted something from either the party under scrutiny or Vil himself. Scarabia had no horse in the race and Kalim couldn't read Vil's tone anyway.

"Hm? What about it?" Ruggie asks.

"Test scores are posted publicly." Vil points out.

"Yeah? An' so what? Savanaclaw's meeting what we need to." Ruggie is defensive and Idia can't see his expression but imagines Ruggie must look trapped. Leona had been able to field scrutiny with the swagger of any jock alpha male but Ruggie had never been the type.

"There are academic standards to uphold." Riddle breaks in. "While bare minimum is something students can achieve as Housewarden you should be — "

"Should be this? Should be that? Who're you all to say that? I never asked for this. This ain't my job. It's — " Ruggie snaps and then his words come to a halt.

"Ahhh. Right. Right. Let's all just remember every dorm has its strength, right? Here at Ignihyde we're technomantic specialists. Pomefiore's being super bijin and Savanaclaw is meatheads good at throwing rocks. All this arguing is cutting into my game time. Hurry it up." Idia mutters. it successfully derails everyone from whatever Ruggie was going to say. ("Meatheads? I'll show you meathead." "Bijin? Please, Idia use normal language that doesn't reduce my students to just looks." "I notice you said nothing of Octavinelle." "Let's all get along like Idia-senpai said!")

#wip #meme

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hekate1308 · 7 months

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Do you recognise this?

Prompt: Do you recognis this?

Fandom: Lewis

When Lewis storms into their office and orders him to follow him, James knows that someone is in trouble, and rather serious trouble at that.

Yet he could never have foreseen what he is about to learn.

He recognizes the man they are about to interview, but it doesn’t give him a clue what’s going on. Cutler is a low-level criminal who now and then pickpockets or commits small fraud, and he certainly has never believed that he is dangerous.

“Do you recognise this?” Lewis asks flatly and throws the small bag on the table.

Cutler flinches. “I don’t –“

“Don’t lie to me, man” he barks in a tone James has only heard very few times from him, mostly when someone did something they really shouldn’t have.

He still doesn’t understand what is happening.

“We both know what kind of damage things like this could do”.

“I – “ he looks into Lewis’ face and decides that it would be a safer choice to tell the truth. “I don’t do stuff like this, Inspector. You know I don’t. It’s not finished, I promise.”

Lewis takes a deep breath and sits down. “That’s the reason you’re here and not at the Guard House currently.”

He flinches again.

“But still – this is not something you should be playing around with – you or anyone else.”

He looks down at his hands and mumbles, “If I don’t, then someone else will do it, and they’ll not use phonies.”

Lewis sighs. “Don’t I know it.”

“Sir” James can’t help but begin because he’s completely lost.

But Lewis turns to him, “Not now, James. I have to figure out this matter of hex bags…”

And there it is.

Hex bags.

James knows about magic, of course. Everyone does. But so far, he has never really had a case where it was involved, and furthermore, he is utterly confused why he and Lewis are the ones who are dealing with this. Maybe everyone else is bu –

“I swear it was never going to be able to work, Councilman” he now pleads and James almost falls off of his chair.

Councilman. He just called Lewis a Councilman.

But if Lewis is a member of the Council, that means that he is a member of the body that leads Oxford’s magic users and creatures…

He is studying Cutler now, and suddenly, there it is – the gleam every magic user carries in their eyes.

He must have been hiding it all this time.

James can only continue to stare as he seizes up Cutler once more, then sighs. “You are right – the hex bag would never have worked, which is why I have to assume you had no intention of harming anybody. However, consider this a warning, and I will not accept anything else like this, I swear it by the gods.”

Gods?

Cutler looks infinitely relieved as he nods. “No, Councilman. I will take this very seriously, I promise.”

“Good. You’re free to leave, then, but make sure you let anyone else who thinks this would be a good idea know that it is not and that I will look after every case that should pop up personally.”

Cutler, nodding, is already getting up and then all but flees.

James takes a deep breath.

Lewis sighs once more and looks at him. “We should take a walk. I rather suspect you will want a cigarette.”

That might just be the understatement of the year.

By the time they leave the interrogation room, Lewis has hidden the gleam again, so at least they do not have to deal with anyone else being surprised at what James only just found out.

He lights a cigarette as soon as they are outside and takes a deep drag. “Sir… this has been a surprise.”

“I would say” he actually chuckles. “Normally, I would not have shown my eyes, or dragged you into this, but I was rather angry and thought it would rattle Cutler to see both of us.”

It seems to James that Lewis was more than capable of scaring him on his own, but still…

He dares say, “He called you Councilman.”

“Because that’s what I am” he replies simply. “I just also have a day job.”

James has to laugh. He can’t help it. To refer to what they’re doing as a day job while Lewis is apparently also very high-up in the magical hierarchy is just…

Lewis himself chuckles again as well. “Ay, I ran right into that one. Are you alright?”

“Yes” he slowly says, “Yes, I am.”

After all, this is still Lewis they are talking about – magic or nor magic.

“Alright, then” Lewis decides, “Time to go back to work. If you want, we can talk about trhis some more over a pint this evening.”

He decides that might be for the best.

#fictober23 #my writings #lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway

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chorus-the-mutate · 1 year

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I unironically like and respect Kirito as a character than Marco Diaz and I'm gonna give a bullet point list as to why I feel that way.

Kirito

Pros

. Is consistently loyal to his girlfriend Asuna

. Is better at watching over children

. Is brave enough to beat the shit out of a creepy ass full grown man virtually and then go back into the real world and beat that same creepy ass man in a parking lot knife fight even though he's a teenager

. For better or worse his show popularized isekai again with its interesting initial premise

. Is voiced by Bryce Papenbrook aka one of the best male voice actors of our generation

. Has a girlfriend I don't despise (Sorry Star, season 4 ruined you)

. The show he's in gives a more believable explanation for why the setting permanently and drastically changes between seasons

. His characterization feels consistent

. Has a better default outfit than Marco

Cons

. He comes off as a bland Gary Stu (which isn't an entirely unfair argument to make)

. I may need to do more research but I don't understand why he went back into the Sword Art Online game

. Fandom harem -_-

Marco Diaz

Pros

. His initial dynamic with Star is not only a rarity to see in media (serious boy, laid back goofy girl) but in the early seasons he does a pretty good job being Star's voice of reason

. Gives Disney another excuse to showcase Hispanic culture with the Diaz family (like the Russo family before them and the Noceda family after them)

. Normalizes gender nonconforming behavior like crossdressing, doing makeup and wearing pretty wigs

. Most of the human characters around him are interesting

. Watching him punch a hole in Toffee's chest and throw a corrupted unicorn were both unironically cool moments from him

Cons

. Once season 3 and 4 roll around Marco devolves into a selfish, irresponsible, fake friend

. The Starco shipping was done in the trashiest, most contrived way possible and I feel sorry for the people that genuinely like the ship because it was executed so poorly

. The reason Marco kisses Star in the photo booth episode kinda makes sense in universe but from a metatextual level I fucking despise that narrative and the lessons it could teach children

. Marco actively tried hiding the fact that he kissed Star from Tom even though Tom is supposedly one of his best friends

. Marco is also directly rewarded for his act of selfishness when he tries to stay in the Realm of Magic as its being destroyed only for Mewni and Earth being merged so he and Star can live happily ever after

. Not only that but Marco and Star are literally the only people that benefit from magic being destroyed since he and Star don't have to travel dimensions while everyone else, even the people who initially helped Mina or helped her the whole time, either sacrificed their magic to make amends (in Moon's case) or actually fucking died (in the Magic High Commission's cases)

. Marco is permanently and detrimentally effected by the show shifting from a slice of life adventure with Star to a more fantasy oriented show

. Marco isn't the most interesting human character in the show or in his family (Not only are Jackie and Jana more interesting than Marco but Mariposa's personality and potential impressed me more in one episode more than her brother ever did)

. Marco is actively pitted against all of the most interesting characters in the show because they're social antagonists (like Moon and Tom), actual antagonists (like Toffee and Meteora) or are falsely seen as evil (like Eclipsa)

. Marco temporarily aging up due to his quest to get the dimensional scissors not only makes his potential relationships with everyone weird but it also gives some fans the excuse to throw Marco into the most disgusting fandom harem I have ever seen

. The people behind the scenes of the show were rather dismissive towards the fans who enjoyed the Trans Marco headcanon and that's kinda rude on their parts

. His default outfit has some color but is blander than Kirito's default outfit

#kirito #marco diaz #sword art online #star vs the forces of evil #Marco Diaz salt #Star Butterfly salt #sorry for the formatting but mobile is being difficult :')

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mayorofclowntown · 1 year

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Multiposting COD and ROTTMNT- you're getting a self insert Rise!Sona.

IRL I go by Donnie (but since there's already a Donnie, and I don't wanna Donnie x2 in this bitch) we're Max-ing it up in this bitch.

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HEADCANON WITH THE BROTHERS + APRIL (AND CASEY JONES)

April and Max are classmates! But don't officially have a full conversation until Homecoming. And by full conversation, I mean Max and April (and Dale, but wtv) walking into the party and looking at each other everytime someone said something weird [because they were all hypnotizedCOUGH].

This is where, of course, Max meets Leo and Raph- oh, but we're not their yet.

After Homecoming, Max kept talking to April (which shocked her, bc she's the bearer of the 'being seen as weird' curse). As it turns out, Max is ALSO a bearer of 'being seen as weird' curse. I mean, no one in this world is normal- but April can pride herself in having at least ONE human friend. They usually meet up to hang out, Max helping April find a job because she's very unlucky, the two doing homework, talking about everything they can under the sun.

Eventually, April brought Max to see the brothers! "The blue and red one?" "AND the purple and orange one." "there's more??"

Leo is the first to meet Max, quite literally. And the first one to talk to Max at homecoming. Which, the only thing he said, jokingly, was "April, who's this dude pitying you?"

The second time he sees Max, he is immediately like, attached to him. "April told us about you," "She did?" "Yeah- You sound like a major nerd, but como teatro dramático, you've won a good place in my heart." and will forever relish in the fact he can make only Max laugh (because no one else thinks he's funny and Max laughs at everything).

Casually, when Max is over or when Leo isn't out doing ninja stuff, Max will lay on the floor, doing whatever he does on his phone. Leo will lay ontop of him, on his phone (sometimes Mikey will lay on Leo). It's comfortable.

Leo and Max will match energies. Like all the time. Max does it with everyone, but Leo will like, dramatize it. Like a lot. Max will do it back, even more dramatic. It's annoying.

Raph, again, has already met Max. But the second time he met Max he game him a big bear hug while saying, "Glad to see you haven't crumbled after the hypno situation! Not that I expected you to- Just was worried-"

Raph would be careful with Max (because boundaries) but will let Max climb around him, ontop of his shoulders, and will hold him there. The pinnacle of "Why is Max on Ralph's shoulders?" "He likes feeling tall."

Because Max joins the Mad Dogs late, he doesn't have an official weapon (he fights with his fists 💪💪💪 he sucks at fighting) so he runs to hide behind Raph, because he's bigger and stronger.

Max will gift him little knick knacks of an assortment of things or stuffed animals. Raph will always take them and uses that as a way to decorate his room :)

Mikey met Max when April brought him over. Mikey was painting and the first thing he heard was "-paints a lot. You alright with the mess?" "no, yeah. I don't paint often, but I like watching people paint." Mikey turned to look Max. "Are you Max? [Max nods] Come here and paint with me."

Mikey and Max, being creative losers, will sit in a room and create designs for things to draw- Mikey dives more into realism while Max only focuses on character designing. Mikey does as well but mainly because it's fun.

Max crochets when stressed but does it as a side hobby, and will bring over the kit to crochet with him. Mikey enjoys doing it.

Oh boy.

Donnie didn't meet Max first, he was met last. Not because he wasn't available (technically), he was just.... Busy.... With creating things;

"Donnie, met my friend." "hi hello get out of my lab." "Donnie." Donnie glanced up, goggles on and everything. "Oh, you actually have a friend..." "hi, I'm Max."

Max and Donnie are... Very similar. Not the same, no one is the same, but they share similar quirks:

Stimming, little quirks, and... No control of volume. Also sensitive hearing until they put the music on. Take interest in obscure things- technology and silly creatures.

Donnie talks, Max listens, that's the dynamic. "Why do you let him talk?" "because I like listening to people explain things, like tech stuff. :)"

Once Donnie asked him about something, like "Is Clown College an actual thing?" jokingly, because he saw a meme, but that triggered a huge info dump ramble from Max. Like something that he didn't expect but Donnie sure as hell listened.

So did Leo. But because he didn't want to walk away.

Casey Jones II. Obviously met him during the invasion, Casey was intimidated by him rather than Max being intimidated by him. When asked, when they weren't dying, Casey said that it's because "you were taller in the future, and you're still very intimidating here- you were a very competitive fighter." "Still am, Case."

Max tries to... Get Casey to understand certain things because the 2020's will be very different for him because it's not 24 years into the future anymore. Like games and movies.

Max once asked how he looked and Casey, with no context, said, "Limbful." to which made everyone in the room (Max, of course, April and Leo) look at him like he was crazy. "Future Max didn't have his limbs." "ohhhhhhh...."

Drawings :)

#ROTTMNT #rottmnt leo #rottmnt oc #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt sona #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #rottmnt original character #rottmnt self insert #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey junior #self insert #oc #WOOOO 💪💪#what tag for rottmnt sona #rise!max #thats the tag now #thank you

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a-single-slice-of-toast · 2 years

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My thoughts on Tricolor Turf Wars

I'll probably be rambling a lot so here's a 'Keep Reading' for fair warning.

So to preface this, I did not get to play in the second half of the splatfest world premiere. I was busy that Saturday afternoon and the event had ended before I could play again. The only experience I had with tricolor was Team Scissors players complaining about their time with the new mode. Perhaps I was just smug and proud of being on Team Rock, the winning team, but I initially thought they were just salty because they won nothing in the splatfest results despite leading in the halfway report. It wasn't until earlier today that I finally got to experience the mode for myself... twice. I got to play two tricolor matches. I was also busy today as well. But nevertheless I got to experience the mode. My first match was won by Team Grub with Team Gear getting the participation clout. My second match was won by me and my teammate with me securing both of the Ultra Signals. This might seem like bragging, but I will explain why I bring this up in a bit.

Queuing for tricolor is weird. Instead of just queuing to be in a tricolor battle, you basically are put into a separate queue which could potentially bring a tricolor battle. It feels like a 10x/100x/333x battle except instead of being a treat for lucky or successful players and an incentive to give your all during the match, getting a tricolor battle is the thing you are actively hoping for if you are in the queue. I can see why they did this, as some people might just want a normal turf war experience without the weird extra mechanics and pressure tricolor battles adds. But, from my understanding, the winning team doesn't get that option. SO WHY IS IT AN OPTION IN THE FIRST PLACE? Either give everyone the option to queue separately or don't allow anyone to choose.

There really is no matchmaking for Splatoon 3. For those who are unaware, matchmaking is the process in which an online multiplayer game places players together in a match. For more competitive games, such as Splatoon, matchmaking also involves placing players of similar skill levels so they can have fair fights. Obviously, there are ways around this algorithm, such as by creating low-level alt-accounts to get into lower-level lobbies, a process called "Smurfing". Splatoon probably had this issue and Splatoon 2 definitely had this issue. From what I've seen with Splatoon 3, people don't even need to hide behind a smurf account to do this, because even in ranked mode, you could be fighting against S-rank players while in a B-rank lobby. The whole reason I was able to last in Tricolor as a Gear Ruler without getting bodied is because I was fighting alongside a Ruler +5 in the first match and a Ruler +15 in the second. Doesn't that seem odd? A player with 15,000 more splatfest points than me is certainly a far greater and far more dedicated player than I am, and yet they managed to get paired up with me? Now, when it comes to offense, especially with the sloshing machine, I can hold my own, but I won't complain when I'm given someone who has the skill of three players combined as my teammate.

The Ultra Signal is weird. How long do you need to hold it for exactly? In my first battle, I held it for a good 2 seconds before I got splatted by someone. My teammate and the members of Team Grub kinda just threw themselves at it for a good bit. Then, my teammate managed to hold it for about the same time as I did, and they secured it. So, is it two seconds to activate it or is it three? Does the time your team holds it for add up, or does the signal's timer reset after it is dropped? I'm not sure, but I'll just say you have to hold it for three seconds and leave it at that.

The Sprinkler of Doom feels like it could do more. For my first time seeing it, I just kind of stopped for a bit and looked at it. It certainly does its job as basically just a larger version of the sprinkler sub, but it isn't helpful for much else. I saw a roller from Team Fun just kinda roll on through its range without a scratch. After dispatching the roller, I turned around and saw that the green ink was replace with purple ink, so the sprinkler did its job. Yet, I felt like to Team Fun the sprinkler was more of an annoyance than a threat. A giant sprinkler doesn't exactly work as area denial more just automatic turf painting. But, I kind of expect a thing called the Sprinkler of Doom to pose some sort of actual threat. What would motivate the winning team to do a better job of defending the Ultra Signal, a slow painting sprinkler or something like a turret that fires a slow, but steady stream of tentamissles or a giant rotating ink wall?

There seem to be two strategies to securing the Ultra Signal. One is to try and wipe out the defending team before moving in, either you or your teammate can move in while the other covers you. Crab Tank is really good for providing covering and suppressing fire. The other strategy is much more risky, as it pretty much involves hoping your enemy is bad at tracking movements and that your have plenty of special power up on your gear. I would suggest any special that is particularly distracting. For this, I used booyah bomb to clear a path to the signal while also forcing the defending team to back off. While the burst of ink expanded, I rushed to the center to try and secure the signal. I speculate specials like a well-aimed tentamissles or a well-timed reefslider may work as well.

But yeah, that was it. I'm not sure how to close this so...

GG Team Grub and Team Fun and can we get Shiver to 3-0-0 for next splatfest?

#splatoon 3 #splatfest #team gear #splatoon #just me talking

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musecaravan-info · 8 months

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Remus Lupin

"I'm not much, but I'm all I have." ~ Phillip K. Dick ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Joe Anderson

NAME: Remus Lupin

AGE: It depends on what part of the timeline we're writing in. For AUs, I typically put him in his late 20's or early 30's.

EYES: Amber

HAIR: Sandy brown

HEIGHT: 5'11

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Remus' clothes always look threadbare, worn, and/or patched. He does his best to appear neat and tidy, but can't always hide the age and wear of his clothing. Sometimes his clothes also appear too big for him.

Personality

To the public at large Remus usually seems quiet, shy, and bookish. His voice rarely comes across as confident (except, perhaps, when teaching.) He basically does his best to go unnoticed. He's a kind man at heart, offering understanding and support when and where he can. For those lucky enough to call him friend, you might also get to see his bravery, and his quick (almost biting) wit. Certain aspects of himself are reserved for those he doesn't mind noticing him - those he trusts.

Powers & Weaknesses

Remus is a relatively powerful wizard who's capable of doing wandless magic. In school he applied himself to everything equally - not because he had plans for his future, but because he want to prove to himself (and everyone else) that he could. He also wanted to make Dumbledore proud, since he was the one who'd stood up for Remus and allowed him to attend Hogwarts despite his condition. If things had gone differently, he could've been an amazing auror.

Unfortunately, Remus is also a werewolf, which makes holding down a job in the Wizarding World practically impossible. His world revolves around his curse, and makes it very difficult for him to live a normal life (or for him to put his trust in new people - especially wizards.)

Romance

Romance usually takes time. Even if Remus thinks someone might be receptive to the idea of a relationship with him, he will give himself a million reasons why it would never work, and why the other person would be better off without him in their life. He really has NO self-esteem in this respect. Basically, he needs a lot of time... and maybe a not-so-subtle nudge... or three.

Where to Find Him

This depends pretty heavily on which part of his timeline we're writing in. Tell me what time period you're interested in, and I can offer up a handful of ideas for how to get us started. :)

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Remus Lupin is a canon character from the Harry Potter universe. A lot of what you’ll find here is canon to the books. This canon universe is my default when writing starters, etc. unless you ask me for something AU.

As a werewolf, Remus has spent most of his life fearing what he is... what he's capable of. Although some are willing to overlook his curse, too many more shun him for it. He lives his life expecting to be treated poorly, and is always pleasantly surprised whenever someone is willing to accept him - curse and all.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Remus isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Thebamfblueelf:

Cabin in the Woods

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I ask that you please keep in mind that there is only so much about Remus that’s actually canon - the rest is much more about perception. And if my perception differs from yours, telling me (while it might spark an interesting discussion) probably isn’t going to make any difference in how I choose to roleplay him.

I have watched the movies and read the books more than once (except for Deathly Hallows - that one is too hard for me to get through emotionally.) However, please know that I do not have a photographic memory, so if I make a mistake with something don’t be afraid to tell me. As long as you’re not rude about it, I promise to hear you out. ^_^

My preferred verse is post-PoA, but I’m willing to give Maurauders Era a whirl, if you’re willing to be patient with me. ^_^; However, be aware, if you come into my Ask Box, or tag me in a post (which it’s perfectly okay to do) I will typically respond post-PoA.

If you want to roleplay with Remus at a specific point in time, please ASK ME FIRST! Chances are I won’t say no, but I just need a heads up. Like all good characters, he changes depending on the timeline and I need to know so I can get myself in the right ‘headspace’.

Links

Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

All Things Remus

Headcanons

Drabbles

All Threads

Ask Replies

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handelplayssims · 1 year

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Ashlynn arises out of bed first and...is still dazed but her first whim is to make food. And hey, it is breakfast time. Ill-advised but we’ll see if anything bad happens. Santiago is also up and...while Cottage Living does allow for people to join in cooking, it makes huge batch servings. I only want the four servings! So I make Santiago just lightly chat with his wife. Also Zayne woke up and...is now sad because of his dad. And now so is Kiara. Everyone is awake and wants that french toast! Poor quality french toast. Sounds about right! Santiago did get the happy from close memories moodlet during that chatter. Good for him!

Next on the family list of whims would be...Kiara. She wants to go for a jog! ...the temperature is hot but we shall try and go for it anyway! Zayne wants to solve hard problems, which is not an interaction he can do in the first place as a kid for some reason. I would translate that to gaining mental skill but I want to work on his aspiration first. And that requires a free adult to read to him for two hours! Ohhhh Ashlynn! Huh. For some reason I can’t read the books freely in this household. -shrugs- Something something to do with the family moving in I suppose. And Santiago, the perfectionist, wishes to write! First let’s sell our stockpilled books! Now he’s a rising star, and his work was nominated for an award! Nicely done! I’m taking the socialization and the cerubellum potions. He does want that skill gain for his job, even if the potions will stop being sent after I switch households.

...his confident moodlet, which I’m basing this motivational book off of, is from conquering his fear of unfulfilled dreams. I think I’m funny. Next whim for Kiara is to go and play the violin so we do that. And then I gotta reset the book reading because re-queuing multiple interactions doesn’t seem to work. Alas. Ashlynn’s whim is to catch a fish! Man! Really wish we lived in a neighborhood where fish hung out at cause I can’t leave this household while people are doing things! Right then, winning a competitive game. There was a random dude who called us up for engagement advice and asked to go to the Flea Market, let’s bring Brian McLeod over. Oooh, Santiago’s book is a bestseller! Nice, that’ll make us a ton of money. And fulfills his whim! Next is...make 500 simoloeans. Guess the best bet for that would be his high handiness and another table to be made. Annnd, Ashlynn lost her challenge and is now embarassed. Time to hide from everyone! Zayne...still wants to solve hard problems so let’s go and play some more chess. And Kiara wants to paint so time to paint once more!

...Octavia Moon is roaming around the house!? Oh, evidently Santiago is friends with her. Well, they are co-workers I suppose! And she’s leaving already, welp. Oh and Zayne is chatting with his mother about why she’s embarassed in the first place. And then talking about fractions. It’s now 5PM and it’s time for Santiago to get fancied up and ready to go to the Starlight Awards ceremony! It starts at 6PM and I like getting an hour earlier to be ready for it. I would bring his wife along but he’s only a two-star celebrity. Normally he wouldn’t be able to get through the gates without me cheating him through!

Anyway, Katrina won a Starlight Accolade in good fashion. Diego Lobo won one...as evidently an underdog. Huh. Mario Caliente also won one so good on the Caliente couple! And Joaquin Le Chien won one for being a nice dude. Eh, kinda doubt it, he’s more into his music. Dominic Fyres also got one, so good for him! Alright nothing for Santiago this time. Already got one Starlight Accolade at home so that’s okay. Even though we didn’t manage to make any celebrity friends. Alas. We gotta go home and get to bed anyway. To bed with Santiago, supper and then bed for everyone else. Even the not-sleepy Ashlynn and Kiara, because it helps with sleep schedule for school and work.

Neighborhood Watch!

Glimmerbrook: The Malloy household moved in.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #Wallace Family #kiara wallace #ashlynn wallace #santiago wallace #zayne wallace

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