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teyvattherapist · 3 years

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Once you write for Baal, I'll request her with Mona and Kazuha with the god of fate.

Like the usual

I also added Thoma per your other inquiry!

tags: m!reader/Baal, m!reader/Mona, m!reader/Kazuha, m!reader/Thoma, God!Reader, Khaenri'ah spoilers, Inazuma archon quest spoilers, just spoilers in general.

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Khaenri’ah wouldn’t have had any survivors if it hadn’t been for a particular man that seemed unfazed by the battlefield the once prosperous nation of humanity became. Neither Khaenri’ahn nor from Celestia, simply an outlander. Despite showing great fighting prowess and strategic skill, Khaenri’ah had still fallen under the watchful gaze of the man. Of course, this was just a legend, a small rumour only known by the most curious of historians or academics. And even then, it’s debated. With the legacy of Khaenri’ah long gone, all that was left was anecdotal evidence.

Baal

-Divinity, humanity, both pale in comparison to eternity. You were nothing more than something in her way. Much like the rest of Khaenri’ah as a whole. To her you were nothing more than inferior. And she didn’t stop to take the time to investigate like Morax had nor did she take the time to recognise the marks of stars like Barbatos.

-Her ideals quickly shattered when she realised Divine Punishment means nothing when faced by another of her status. A divine being capable of braving the lightning’s glow. Too prideful to admit her defeat she proved to be quite a thorn in your side during the war. But even one whose ideal is closest unto Heaven cannot compete with the one who controlled Fate.

-Baal has all but forgotten the faraway God, too focused on her own ideals, too focused on herself in the present day to remember such an aimless point in time. In a closed off nation tucked away on the sea, talk of your presence in Teyvat went unheard by the Raiden Shogun.

The 100th vision hunt decree ceremony was commemorative. The Goddess turned to face the crowd of onlookers, violet eyes narrowing at an almost familiar face standing towards the back. You lifted your head to her, flashing the Shogun a smile before pulling the notebook from the black and gold cloak. Almost too quickly her attention turned back to the man kneeling at the foot of the statue. Her 100th vision.

Baal lifted her hand, summoning the pyro vision to her and despite the blond’s attempts at keeping his vision they were futile as it soared through the air towards the Goddess. You almost dropped your pen when Aether pushed by you, using his newfound electro abilities as a boost to snatch the vision. An interesting but not surprising turn of events that was scrawled into the notebook.

You watched as she brought her blade up to strike an unconscious Aether. The taller blond managed to get his binds off, throwing the polearm that she then deflected. The blowback caused Aether and Paimon to go flying backwards into the blond. As they ran off she gave the order to seize them under the decree, turning back to look up at the statue. That was your cue to leave, the work had been done for now.

When Baal turned to look back at the crowd she got the glimpse of that cloak that seemed to come back to haunt her departing from the crowd.

Mona

-Ah the great astrologist Mona. One who believes fate cannot be changed nor reversed, merely accepted. How funny an outlook. Though you’d never tell her that, she is for all that she’s worth, a wonderful astrologist. But that was the thing with mortal magicians, even they could get things such as fate wrong.

-She tried only once to glimpse into the mysterious stranger’s destiny. But when one has no destiny, what does she see? The threads of fate themselves have barred her vision into him. To her he is an uncertain piece in what should be absolute certainty.

-This however just makes her curious to know more. She thinks she’s being sneaky as she follows you around to try and garner more information. But Mondstadt isn’t all that big and her hat is very telling.

You narrowed your eyes at the telltale sign of somebody watching you, you lifted your head to look around but there were no more stares than the usual ones that came with being a stranger in a small nation. You did notice, however, a very familiar witch occupying herself with the fruit stand. Could she even afford that? Probably not. You bowed your head to Flora, tucking the windwheel aster behind your ear as you made off.

Mona put the apple back, waiting a few moments before she followed you down the cobblestone path. This was the problem with magicians in every world, always far too curious for their own good. You turned a corner to try and get her off your tail, you had far too much work to do to deal with her nosing around. She was smart, though. You had to give her that as you pressed your back against the wall of the alleyway, waiting for her to go by.

“I just have a question!” Mona popped her head into the alleyway, figures you wouldn’t be able to escape her. Mona looked around before stepping into the alleyway. “You are not from this world and sand clouds my vision every time I try to view your true nature. I am merely intrigued by this turn of events.” She put her hands on her hips, green eyes trying to discern something about you. She was certainly blunt, at least she knew what she wanted at the end of the day.

Her stare was intense as she tried to see through you, but whenever she looked too hard she found herself attempting to shake off invisible strings. You merely offered her a smile, what’s the point in lying to somebody you may not ever see again? “I’m a record keeper of sorts. You have impressive skill, Mona.” The compliment had her smirking, praise would be her undoing. But it at least changed the subject. What a fascinating woman.

Kazuha

-Unsurprisingly or perhaps surprisingly you met him while he fled from the Raiden Shogun’s forces. As in he ran directly into you and nearly dropped the dead vision he was still clutching in his hand. Interesting isn’t it? What a simple change of cloak can do to conceal one’s identity. Always intervening whether or not you should, that seemed to be the staple when it came to Teyvat.

-You did not spend much time with Kazuha beyond that. His path was his to walk and you would not meddle further. Though you knew that he knew, somebody as observant as he would be able to tell, wouldn’t he?

-That was a while ago though. Now you once more found yourself face to face with Kaedehara Kazuha. Or well, less face to face and more in the same area.

“I hope you can afford all these mercs!” Beidou called as she and her crew rushed into battle against the Shogun’s forces. Far enough away to not involve yourself, but close enough to listen to the resulting conversations. You jotted things down, whatever seemed important in the moment, minor details you may forget, a rough draft, if one will.

Kazuha lifted his head after greeting Gorou, eyes scanning the rocks jutting out of the nearby sea on the beach that had become a location of endless bloodshed. And for a moment, he faltered, red eyes widening before narrowing. He should have expected this. You always seemed to be where big things happened. “Kazuha, watch out!” Beidou warned and Kazuha snapped out of it, returning to the battle.

The rain began to start and you safely tucked your notebook away as you watched the rest of the battle. Ultimately Sara called back her forces when Kokomi showed up, the Shogun’s army quickly retreating from the bloody battlefield to rethink their strategy. You held your hand up, rain soaking through your glove. The battlefield cleared itself of most soldiers, Gorou, Beidou, Kazuha, two soldiers, and Aether remained to talk to one another.

Kazuha turned, looking over his shoulder and back at the sea around him. He wondered if you’d come, help like you had helped him back then. He lifted a bandaged hand, no doubt the same hand you had once given him bandages to cover the injury from clasping a dying vision. In turn you gave him a wave. All these people whose lives you have impacted in some way or another. Small things here and there. You wondered how much he knew of your deeds.

Thoma

“State your business here!”

“Oh- he’s a friend! He’s with us.” Aether interrupted the teahouse lady before she could say anything else. The woman huffed but conceded, allowing you to move past her and towards Aether and the taller blond from the ceremony. The teahouse door was opened and you stepped inside with them, pulling your notebook out to take notes. “Thoma, Ayaka this is… Well he doesn’t have a name.” Aether turned his head to look at you and you merely shrugged.

“You may refer to me as the Recordkeeper. Ha, that’s kind of like the Doctor.. I’ll have to write that down.” You make a note in the front of your notebook. Ayaka, Thoma, and Paimon look confused but Aether understood the reference. At least. “I’m merely here to listen. Pretend I’m not here, yes?” And with reassurance from your traveler friend, they did just that. You noted their plans, their ideals, where they’d go. It was all fascinating. A resistance against a God. The last time that happened…

You shook the thoughts, that was then, this is now. You cannot get involved again. Ayaka stood to leave, saying her goodbyes. Aether was gone next, a promise to meet again. That left you with Thoma. “Are you sure you don’t have a name? I feel a job title shouldn’t be a name.” He joked, leaning on his elbows as he watched you write into your notebook. Your pen stopped against the pages, the edge of the D growing thicker. “At least, I think that’s your job, right?”

You looked up from your book, setting the pen down against the pages. He was curious to say the least, despite everything that happened earlier. “I suppose it is my job, yes. I keep records. And I’m known by many names Fate Weaver, the Recordkeeper, God of Fate, I believe I’ve also been referred to as the God of Time once.. That’d be incorrect though.” For a moment something unrecognisable passes through his green eyes before his smile is back on his face.

“How about we call you (Name)? That way you don’t have to admit what and who you really are everywhere you go.”

“(Name)? Hm.. Very well.”

#Baal x reader #Mona x reader #Kazuha x reader #Thoma x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #God of Fate #he's back!#asks #anonymous #Lane Writes #thoma is ur new bff #p3 #btw

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spencersweetie · 3 years

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Coincidence (Spencer x GN!Reader Onseshot)

Category: Fluff

Summary: Spencer and Reader accidentally have a museum date when they run into each other.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none <3

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“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name. You turned around and faced a familiar man whom you’d met through your friend Penelope. Spencer stood smiling at you with his hands in his pockets. He energetically waved at you.

You grinned back at him. “Hey Spencer! What a crazy coincidence, us both being here at the same time.” You had spontaneously decided to visit the National Gallery of Art since you had a free day to yourself over the weekend.

“Totally!” He responded. “I’m supposed to have the whole weekend off so I thought I’d revisit the gallery. How are you?”

“I’m alright! You’re revisiting? How many times have you been here? This is my first time seeing the gallery.” You had been to other art museums in Maryland but never the National Gallery of Art since you had recently moved to D.C. a year ago.

Spencer chuckled lightly. “This would be my ninth time coming here. I saw the gallery for the first time when I was nine years old and couldn’t keep myself away from this place.

“Wow!” You exclaimed. “I don’t blame you, I’ve only seen the sculpture garden and the first few pieces in this wing so far and everything is gorgeous; I’m in love already.”

“You know what, I’ve got the building memorized!” Spencer eagerly informed you. “If you want, I could be your personal guide and show you the best parts of each exhibit and take you on the most efficient path through the museum! I mean, you don’t have to say yes, it’s up to you.”

“Spencer, that’d be awesome, I’ll totally tag along if you’re cool with that!” You beamed at him, trying to hide your excitement. You usually went on trips like these alone so it was nice to have someone who could enjoy the same thing as you by your side.

“Great, let’s go!” Spencer turned and gestured towards the next exhibit.

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As you and Spencer explored the museum together, you noticed how abnormally comfortable you felt around him. You two had never hung out without Penelope so this was a first for you both. Even without your mutual friend, you found that Spencer was both easy to listen to and easy to talk to. He of course knew a lot about the art in the gallery and thoroughly explained each piece to you but you appreciated that he never talked to you like you were dumb or lesser than him. He regularly asked if you were okay with his infodumps as well, which you completely didn’t mind. You could tell that he undoubtedly had a passion for the arts, and you liked that he was so enthusiastic to share that with you.

While you did certainly find Spencer’s interesting facts to be intriguing, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you looked at him from the side. He didn’t notice your looking as he faced the painting while he talked to you, completely occupied by the piece that was on the wall in front of him. You liked the way he spoke about the art that he showed you. Spencer was very animated, clearly demonstrating his excitement about whatever he was explaining in the movement of his hands. His face was quite expressive too. His eyebrows rose and fell as he talked and his eyes squinted and widened as he conversed with you. You hadn’t noticed how pretty Spencer’s eyes were until now, how his irises were brown but with little gold specks on the inside. You liked that when he wrinkled his nose in the middle of a sentence, his scrunch reached the top of his nose bridge between his eyes. His nose was a nice nose, you thought. It enhanced his side profile and turned slightly upwards when he smiled too. And his lips. Today you noticed that his lips were quite… pink. And full. And plump. You had to catch yourself when your eyes traveled down from Spencer’s eyes to his mouth when he spoke, then hope that he didn’t notice your distraction. You just liked that way he smiled, that’s all, you told yourself. He often kept his smile as he talked and continued to smile when you spoke to him too. You liked the way his lips puckered when his smile grew bigger as he finished his sentences. It seemed like an uncontrollable habit of his-

“Y/N?” Spencer interrupted your thoughts. He looked at you with his brows slightly raised.

“Hm, yeah?” Your mind snapped back to the present moment. “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

“Are you okay? Am I boring you? We could stop here if you want!”

“No, Spencer- it’s fine!” You jumped to explain. “You’re good, I promise! I’m not bored, I just got lost in my thoughts for a second. Um, the only da Vinci painting in the U.S. right? Is this one here?”

“Exactly!” Spencer lit up and straightened his posture. “Da Vinci painted less than 20 oil paintings throughout his career; this one was bought for $5 million and arrived in D.C. in 1969!”

“Damn!” You exclaimed. “So that makes this portrait like, the Mona Lisa of the National Gallery, huh?”

“Absolutely!” Spencer agreed with you. “The gallery has other Da Vinci pieces displayed but none that are as rare and valuable as an oil painting of his. This one, Ginerva de’ Benci, is a portrait of a daughter of a banker, most likely commissioned when she was about 16 and just engaged. You know, the juniper bush is what’s in the background. Juniper represents chastity which was one of the most significant traits of a woman in the Renaissance era. It’s kind of a subtle little pun, including the juniper plant, because in Italian the plant is called ginepro.”

“Oh! Ginepro, Ginerva! That’s so cute, I love it!” You told him. “I like how there’s like no fancy jewelry or finery on her in this portrait too. It’s different from the Renaissance portraits of the other ladies that we saw.”

“Yeah, it’s a little bit of a surprise when it comes to a portrait like this that she isn’t completely dressed up! It doesn’t reveal her family’s wealth like portraits commonly do. I love that you noticed that.” Spencer’s lips turned at the corners in appreciation of your attention to detail. “Let’s move onto the next one!”

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You and Spencer moved on through the exhibit, then through the rest of the museum. You two enjoyed each other’s company for the day and were able to see all the art in three hours. As you exited, you found yourself laughing as you and Spencer recalled the events of the day. “I still can’t believe they kept trying to pay you for a private tour even after you insisted you weren’t a museum tour guide!” You laughed into your hand which was clapped over your mouth, trying not to draw attention to you and Spencer.

“Shut up!” Spencer jokingly rolled his eyes at you. “I hate that they were gathered around me too, attracting a crowd while trying to hand me money. I don’t even wear a uniform like the other employees!” Spencer cracked up along with you, shaking as he pictured himself standing next to you, explaining to a group of strangers that he was just visiting with a friend, not working for the gallery.

You shrieked with laughter, uncontrollably gasping for air as you tried to calm yourself. “Then when they said they would call the gallery and get you fired for denying customers!” Tears were coming out of your eyes from being unable to stop laughing. “And you just went ‘Okay!’ and walked off without me!” You missed a step and tripped, grabbing Spencer’s arm as you fell into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You were half still dying from laughing and half freaking out from your mistake. “I didn’t mean to grab you, I know you’ve got a germ thing! I think I just got a little carried away and wasn’t careful enough to watch my step!” You frantically apologized to Spencer. “Are you okay?”

Spencer grinned at you and dusted you off on your shoulders. “Relax, Y/N. I know you’re not germy; I’m not gonna freak out if you touch me. And I’m fine, you’re the one who fell!” He reassured you. “Are you okay? Do you need a second? You’re pink in the face, I don’t know if from laughing or from tripping on the step.”

“I’m fine, I’m good! Thank you Spencer.” You replied, still hot around your face. “Let’s just get out of here before I start to laugh and embarrass myself again.” You chuckled. “Are you free for the rest of the day? We could get something to eat if you’re hungry!”

Spencer smiled at you. “Yeah, I’m free! Do you like Indian? There’s this new place that’s about 10 minutes from here-”

A loud ringing cut his sentence off. Spencer sighed and apologetically looked at you before whipping his cell phone out of his pocket. “Yeah?” He spoke into the phone.

He listened for a few seconds before speaking. “I’m in D.C. but I’ll be there as soon as possible. Thanks, Penelope.” Spencer hung up and shoved his phone back into his coat.

“Got a case?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I know we were supposed to-”

“Spence!” You stopped him. “You don’t have to apologize, we didn’t even plan on hanging out today!”

Spencer’s eyes softened; he expected you to express disappointment before anything else and was surprised that you were understanding instead. He smiled and nodded. “Okay, but we could still check out the new Indian place another time, yeah?”

You felt butterflies in your stomach emerging. “Of course. Thank you for today, Spencer. I had an amazing time.”

“Me too, Y/N. I’ll text you when we get back!”

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to comment your thoughts or send anon feedback, anything is appreciated <33

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 152

I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it...

Okay, maybe I am. I managed to queue up the chapters I had in the barrel! Yay!! Which also means that I have a super duper exciting chapter coming up, which I can’t wait to write and can’t wait for y’all to read. I just need it to be perfect.

That said, thank you to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog for your help with this particular chapter. I love when we are all three in one of these sessions and just descending into chaos in the chat. Also, @mamayoda (who I can’t tag but I do want you to know I see your likes in my notes!) for love-bombing my notes recently.

“Is it just me or is everyone really jumpy?” Charly asked as I set my food down across from her. It was our thrice-weekly lunch dates in one of the public mess halls, and she definitely had a point. I had already noticed three people scowl distrustfully at the food consoles, hugging closely to the prepared food side of the room instead.

I sighed. “It has to have been Derek’s stress test. It wasn’t supposed to impact systems we didn’t design, but…”

She snorted loudly. “Tell that to the week I spent taking cold showers again. At least this time, the doors didn’t play any music when I walked through them.”

“Did your doors at least open consistently? I was stuck in my quarters for a whole day until we figured out that I could walk through if I had an escort.” I laughed and shook my head before digging in to my food. “And, come to find out, we actually do manage the water systems, thanks to BioLab 2.”

Contrary to myself, Charly was entirely unperturbed at this revelation beyond sniffing her hoodie and shrugging. “My doors worked fine as far as I know, but Coffey and I tend to work the same hours, so… Maybe that was it. Oo!” Her cheer of enthusiasm caught me off guard as she started bouncing in her seat. “OOOOO! I bet he activated the routine Xiomara had running when you and Jokul weren’t friends yet!”

“There was a routine!?” I asked, exasperated. “I behaved, thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

“Meh. Just in case. What do you think her deal is?” She tilted her head to the side, at a table near us.

Sure enough, the woman at that table was darting glances around the room, her shoulders hunched, elbows close to her body, eyes wide. I could practically feel her shaking from where I was. “I can’t tell if she looks suspicious or afraid,” I murmured, hoping the woman couldn’t hear me. “But the fact that I’ve met mice and chihuahuas who shook less, I’m going to go with afraid.”

As I watched the woman, weighing whether or not a stranger trying to comfort her would make it better or worse, Mona’s familiar face approached her instead. She was speaking softly enough that I couldn’t make out words, but the woman clearly recognized her and only jumped slightly.

I was so focused on the sight of Mona comforting the woman that I nearly hit the ceiling when Parvati’s voice came from entirely too close to my right shoulder. “Rebecca. She lost her family twice, first her parents, some cousins, and an uncle when the hack happened, and then her partner and children in the After. It’s understandable that she’s terrified right now, after the stress test. Too many bad memories.”

My face flushed in humiliation. “Pranav and Zach sent a ship-wide alert that the stress test was happening - “

A perfectly manicured hand clapped over my mouth, one dark eyebrow arched in eloquent disbelief. “Sophia. You of all people know that mental scars do not heed logic.”

Charly’s hair flew around her face as she nodded enthusiastically. “After day three of cold showers, I flinched every time I went through a door in case that stupid song started playing again, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was a stress test and I had decidedly not given Derek boba tea again.”

Both my hands flew up in surrender. “I stand corrected, I just feel awful to see people react like that.” Gazing around the room, I was suddenly much more aware of all the darting eyes, protective postures, seats turned so that backs were against walls.

Charly had obviously seen the same thing. “We may need to talk to Pranav about limiting the tests to one or two systems at a time.”

“I wish we could,” I admitted, stabbing a potato out of my pie slightly harder than necessary. “His department was passing the tests with flying colors when Derek was limited to one or two systems at a time. But they failed this last test miserably, it turns out. As soon as they would react to one thing, Derek would switch to another system, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once as well as they convinced themselves that they could. And they can’t just be good at small scale attacks: the revolt that happened before the End brought everything down at once, from multiple access points. It was… kind of elegant, in a terrible way. Very clean.”

Charly squinted at me and Parvati in suspicion. “Are you supposed to know that they crashed and burned in the test.”

I rocked my hand back and forth while I chewed on a mouthful of crust. It had way too much butter in it, but at least it was actually crust this time. A week ago it had been something pretty close to paper mache. “Technically we don’t officially know that. Officially, all we know is that Pranav has requisitioned enough additional staff to increase his team of programmers by seventy percent.”

“Asses handed to them, got it,” Charly nodded in understanding.

“We also officially know that Pranav currently owes Hannah quite the enormous favor,” Parvati confided.

“How big?” Charly ventured slowly.

“Big enough that his grandchildren may be indebted to hers,” came the laughing response.

Charly shook her head and clucked her tongue. “He should know better than to bet against Derek. He breaks the systems for fun, and they asked him to really go for it. What did they expect?”

“Apparently to put up a better fight at least.” I forced a smile, but guilt weighed on my heart as I studied the room again, fully seeing the microexpressions of anxiety, fear, and anger. It felt like the entire Ark was constantly swinging between hope and fear. The random drills weren’t really helping, either.

“They aren’t,” Parvati agreed, letting me know that I had been thinking out loud. “Everyone is sleep deprived, on high alert, and then all of a sudden all the computer systems went on the fritz for a week.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing what was left of my pot pie away from me, appetite gone. “We need to talk to Grey and Antoine about getting counselling for everyone, seeing as how Xiomara and Pranav pretty much just triggered the entire ship. I mean, everyone knows counselling is available, but I think allocating training and resources to the therapy teams is going to take priority over Pranav’s request for the moment.”

Charly tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do we have the space for some quiet rooms, like you set up for the Food Festival a few years back? That may be a good idea.”

Snapping into work-mode, Parvati flicked her datapad open, bangles clattering as she started making notes. “The quarters left by those who relocated closer to the Archives are still uninhabited, those can be used. We may be able to convince some people to relocate so we can spread the rooms out more evenly, but even if we can’t, just having those rooms available will help.”

“Make a note to add in the proposal for Grey: possibility of having specific vendors permitted to serve food in BioLab 2. Encourage mental health days and picnics.”

Parvati nodded in acknowledgement of my request, before adding her own spin. “As a contingency plan, find vendors who will pre-package picnics. Between the current distrust of the consoles and the fact it will remind everyone of the annual Festival, the good emotions will help.”

“I like it,” I confirmed. “What else?”

“Paintball tag day in the corridors,” Charly announced, without preamble or warning. “Make it a holiday, everyone is off work, limit it to one end of the Ark.”

I shook my head. “Guns, not the best idea.”

“Ew, no. No pew-pew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was thinking more paint-soaked splash bombs.”

Finger guns deployed, dual wielding. “I am so here for a paintball tag day in that case. The flavored paint?”

“Not the scotch bonnet please,” Parvati begged. “I just know someone will get that in the face, I don’t care how much Else likes it.”

“Got it, no more pepper spraying people,” Charly agreed seriously. “OOO! I could test the new arrows out! With something like buttered popcorn paint, obviously. Maybe kiwi on the other team.”

“Just limit the pull on the bows, okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Fiiiiine…”

Parvati smiled and added to her notes. “So, we probably want someone to correlate the current date to whatever the date would be on Earth… Just in case we need to get a consultant for Holi.”

“Good point. Conor is alarmingly good at that, so I can ask him. It would be a nice cultural event if we could do that. If not, we can totally work on celebrating Holi when it comes around.”

“Final suggestion for right now, because I have to get back to work,” I sighed happily. “This is going to be the biggest ask, and the smallest at the same time…” Both nodded at me to continue. “Care packages, for everyone. And I mean everyone on the Ark.”

“Sophia,” Parvati scolded me. “That’s almost ten thousand people and sixteen animal companions.”

“Well aware,” I forged on, “We’ll talk to Sam about the bows, I can wrap them. Commission some of those really nice chocolates, or maybe some taffy from Simon. And something salty. I know there is someone on the Ark who makes aromatherapy candles, Tyche is bananas about them.”

Shaking her head, she added it to the list. “If you insist on that, I insist on a celebration for the drop out of FTL. Hannah and I can use some of the plans from the Food Festival, include Charly’s paint tag - “

“And Kink Night!”

“- and Kink Night, apparently… have several events going on across the Ark, since we already discussed declaring a holiday.”

“Get Bash’s permission to use the Undine again, and I won’t object,” I surrendered before standing. “On that note, I really do have to get back to work. Come on, Vati, we have work to do apparently.”

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stolen-kisses-a · 3 years

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The Night Ali Disappeared ~ A PLL Night of Terror ~

In other words, the night Ali had too many people against and after her and she almost got murdered for it.

*most info comes from a PLL site if I can’t remember every little detail so I rewrote the majority of my version of events and copy and pasted some parts along with some of the pictures, so credit goes to them for putting it altogether for us.

Link: https://prettylittleliars.fandom.com/wiki/Sequence_of_Events_-_Alison%27s_Disappearance#The_Day_Alison_Went_Missing_-_September_1

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Lets take a trip down memory lane shall we??? This is gonna be a long one. Read it if you want to or read it from the link as well :)

1. The morning of: Alison went to Hilton Head to meet up and be with Ian to get her mind off of - A. And at the same time Melissa was there with Ian but in separate rooms. Melissa showed up in Ian’s room and was angry with Ian for knowing Ali is there with him and he tells her that Alison means nothing to him, that’s when Alison finds Ian’s creepy pedo videos and it happens to be one of Toby and Jenna. She gets a copy of the video and then leaves.

2. Alison checks into the Lost Woods Resort under her Alias Vivian. Sparia also found out she checked in another time. But the dates are confusing. This will be explained later on (#23).

3. Alison then dressed up as Vivian Darkbloom and had Duncan fly her from Hilton Head to a field near Philadelphia 6-7 hours before the girls believed her to arrive (I’m not sure if it’s true or not). She then was going to meet A face to face finally after having a newspaper convo back and forth with them, but supposedly that never happened. They were supposed to meet nearby of what looks like a creepy doll hospital (cuz Mona loves dolls), supposedly Alison called the police that same day near the street where the hospital was - not sure what for if this was true as Alison never confirmed it.

4. Alison then goes visits Jenna in the hospital, to show her the video of Jenna and Toby together as blackmail, because she thought Jenna was A. Turns out to be false as A sends her a death threat right after leaving Jenna’s room.

5. That afternoon: Alison then “returns home” from Georgia with bags looking very tan and saying her arms are sore. One bag had a tag on it from Hilton Head, Spencer obviously questions it and Alison asks her “why so many questions?” and reiterates she can’t spill every detail and tells the girls to “wait for it” repeatedly.

6. Alison returns home and finds a gift from her mom with the infamous yellow top and she turns around after changing in her room and sees a threatening message from A on her mirror.

7. That same day, Alison bought a storage locker to hide Ian’s videos before stopping by to see Emily and flirt with her some to then give her a snow globe with the storage locker key inside the bottom of it. Alison then leaves for a “prior engagement” although it was never revealed who she went to see next before coming to Spencer’s barn for the sleep over.

8. Before heading over to the sleepover. Alison returns home again and runs into her mom (on the phone with Radley because Bethany escaped and Charlotte escaped as well to go after her). Her mom wanted to Ali to stay in for obvious reasons even though the excuse that she just didn’t want to her going out. Alison then fights back by saying she planned this ages ago and was told it was ok to do. Then she mentions about Spencer being a bully and that she took care of it (really, Spencer a bully?). Then Ali’s mom remarks to Ali “She knows things about that family Ali doesn’t know” and Ali asked curiously “Really, like what?” Ali’s Mom responds that she’s seen what they are capable of and reminds Ali’s that she can never turn her back on a Hastings. -Which is exactly what Ali did after her and Spencer fought again #12). Alison then pretends to go to her room and sneaks back down to go into her moms purse to grab some sleeping pills while her mom was distracted on the phone again- what does Ali need those for? Oh, we’ll find out soon.

9. That Night: Alison arrives at Spencer's barn and pranks and jumps to the barn doors and scares the girls. Heading inside, she gets a text from Toby to meet her. The girls hang for a bit and gossip about Beyonce’s new song and then Ali throws some shade at Emily for liking it too much (totally not homophobic am i right??). She then spikes the girls drink with her moms medicine to knock them out. Aria drinks first and Spencer jokes to Aria to not drink to much or she’ll tell them all her secrets. The Ali ironically says “Friends shares secrets, that’s what keeps us close. Drink up”.;) We can only assumed Emily, Hanna and Spencer drank afterwards. After the girls fell asleep, she then meets Toby outside of the barn doors so he can thank her for getting Jenna to leave him alone. Toby then gives her his sweater because she was cold.

10. After speaking with Toby, Alison leaves Spencer’s backyard to meet up with Ezra. *cringe*.Toby also saw this as well (Although this was never even mentioned by Toby either -plot hole-).Ezra is clearly mad at Ali since she lied to him about her age and then he ends things with Alison in a not so nice way..

11. *Spencer wakes up and notices Ali was missing, so she waits for her to return.*

Alison then goes to meet Ian at the kissing rock after speaking with Ezra. (flashback moment: (I know you wanna kiss me”). this is where they fake Ian hurting Ali in the video later discovered. Alison then threatens him with his videos to make him leave her alone, Ian then says not tell anyone or else people will get hurt and then ironically “storms” off.

12. Alison returns to the barn to find Spencer awake waiting for her. Also she didn’t have Toby’s sweater anymore. Where did it go? (plot hole - only to be planted in Toby’s room to frame Toby for Alison’s murder at some point.)

They go inside Spencer’s house and have a fight about Spencer telling Melissa about her and Ian again. It gets heated and Spencer tells Alison she is sick of her games and told her, "You are dead to me already. “ Alison leaves and then Spencer runs after her. (Charlotte and Alison’s mom witness the fight and pays Charlotte off not to say anything - which is weird to pay off your own daughter). Spencer wants to continue the confrontation with Alison and Spencer grabs a shovel acting as if she was going to hit Alison with it and Spencer collapses to the ground in the midst of Alison trying to stop Spencer. Alison then discovers Spencer had been taking ADHD meds (not to mention the sleeping pills mixed in her system from Ali already) and Spencer begs Ali not to tell anyone and she agreed and then sends Spencer back to the barn with the shovel in head and Ali then waits for her to fall back asleep. (Melissa also sees the fight and sees Spencer walking away with the shovel)

13. Meanwhile, Ian, Garrett and Jenna all meet up in Alison’s bedroom to look for the videos she stole. Melissa comes in furious looking for Alison in hopes to confront her about Ian and Ali hooking up. Garrett and Jenna leave Melissa and Ian alone to talk it out and go outside in the backyard. Alison comes up to them and then Ali reminds Jenna of the promise she made to her earlier that morning,(”If you ever come back to Rosewood, I’ll bury you”) so Jenna and Ali get into a cat fight, Ali knocks Jenna to the ground and she comes back up with the infamous now burned in Spencer’s fireplace (thanks to Mr. Hastings) field hockey stick in attempt to defend herself. Garrett takes the hockey stick from Jenna and proceeds to attack Ali with it and hits the tree next to Ali, she then falls to the ground next to the tree telling Garrett to hush with her finger. Garrett and Jenna flee the scene, with Jenna thinking Garrett killed or hurt Ali badly.

14. Garrett comes back to check on Ali to see if she’s ok (even though she wasn’t even hurt), but then notices she was talking to someone and proceeds to listen and watch to see who it was. Byron (Aria’s dad) came to speak to her about not exposing his affair to Ella because he didn’t have anymore money to give her to keep her quiet. Alison says "If you don't pay for your mistakes, how do you become a better person?" Byron replies back "You say all these grown-up things, yet you're still a child." Alison smirks and says "You know what I'm capable of." After Garrett makes some noise, Byron starts to leave and Alison threatens him again saying it's his last chance to save himself. Byron turns while he is leaving and replies, "Yes it is," presumably meaning he was going to tell Ella himself (which he obviously doesn’t). Alison then screams to him "You made your bed Mr. Montgomery,"

15. While Byron was leaving, Byron turns back when Alison spoke about his bed (LOL) and sees Melissa coming out from Alison’s back door on the phone with someone and says to them, "What do I have to do, call 911 to get your attention?" This is the part where we never found out who she was talking to, but it was important enough to show it to us.

16. Jason (out of nowhere) came outside to grab a drink of water from the watering hose since he was drunk and high and notices Melissa and presumably Alison talking to each other and calls out Ali’s name and then he sees Charlotte talking with Melissa instead, although this is false and never really confirmed who it actually was. As Alison and Bethany were wearing the same outfit that night, not Charlotte. It wouldn’t make sense for it to be Bethany talking to Melissa since she arrived much later, and Alison never confirmed this information either. So who knows what Jason really saw. So right after seeing them, he passes out on a lawn chair. Sometime after this, Garrett or Jenna, or both, slipped a note to Jason that says "I know what you did", in order to make him believe he hurt Alison, since Jenna thought Garrett had killed her.

17. Alison returns to the barn watching the girls sleep some more and waiting to get another text from A, in order to rule them out. As some time passes, Alison decides to head home thinking she won since A didn’t try to kill her. As she was walking back to her house, she sees her mom obviously angry at her through the window for sneaking out and then all of sudden. BAM!! Charlotte hits Alison over the head with a rock only because she presumed it was Bethany since she was wearing the same outfit. Her mom then proceeds to bury Alison where the gazebo spot would be (pilot episode). She is screaming to Charlotte, "What have you done?! What have you done?!" Alison attempts to tell her mom she is alive, but cannot move or speak due to temporary paralysis. After Ali’s mom buries her, she then calls Detective Wilden and pays him off to give Charlotte an alibi and sends her back to Radley.

17. Not long after, Alison dug her way up reaching out of the ground for help/to get free, and who was there to grab her hand? Mrs. Grunwald of course, as she sensed something was wrong with Alison and had to come see what was going on and found her hand reaching for life. She then takes Ali to the hospital to get help, but then Ali runs away.

18. Meanwhile, Bethany finally shows up at Ali’s backyard, and so does Mona who was finally ready to confront and to kill Ali. But just like Charlotte’s mistake, Mona only saw the back of Bethany and presumed it was Alison and hit her over the head with the same shovel Spencer had earlier. This is when Bethany’s head gets hit so hard that it makes an indentation on her skull and she falls unconscious next to where Ali was previously buried. Mona then flees the scene.

19. Shortly after, Melissa shows up and sees Alison (obviously presuming it was her without checking) and assumed Spencer killed her based on the fight she witnessed they had earlier that night. She then proceeds to bury Bethany who was still alive in order to protect Spencer (”this whole time”)

20. And then we come back to the Pilot opening scene where the girls wake up to find Spencer and Ali missing from the barn. Spencer comes back to them and says that she looked everywhere for her and she thinks she heard her scream - which we know was probably from Bethany.

21. Later on that night, we see Alison walking on a random street after leaving Mrs. Grunwald’s aide. She is dazed and confused, hurt and traumatized by what she just went through. And who to pull up beside her? Mona. (I wonder what Mona’s plan was since she thought she killed her).

So Mona takes Ali to the Lost Woods Resort and checks in under Vivian Darkbloom’s name for Alison. Mona proceeds to clean Ali up and Ali tells Mona what happened and about A who tried to kill her. So smart and cunning Mona persuades Ali to fake her death so A could leave her alone for good.

22. The next day: Mona helps disguise Alison in a Vivian like wig so she can disappear. She then gives Mona tips on how to become popular and then Ali takes a car and leaves showing Mona with a eerier grin as she drives away, thinking she finally won.

23. Which comes back to the last bit of information involving Alison checking in again on 9/6 at the Lost Woods Resort 5 days later as she already checked in the night she went missing and she left the next day. So this had to be Mona checking in as her again or a plot hole in plotting clues in the storyline of Alison’s disappearance that ended up not making sense.

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It’s crazy how many people Ali saw the night/day she went missing and was almost killed. Like this girl clearly attracts trouble and drama and shit she shouldn’t be into at 15 years old.

Well, I hope you had fun reading this tale of terrors with me (if you made it to the end and didn’t go to the link lol) as much as I had fun putting it altogether and reminiscing on how it took the show 4 seasons to tell Alison’s disappearance story.

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catboy-lover-archive · 3 years

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Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me

#IM SLEEPY SO IM GOING TO SLEEP AT 7AM BYYYE #♡♡♡#romanian mc #romanian mc obey me #obey me #obey me swd #Diavolo e dilf nu ați auzit de la mine #romanian #romania

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sibyl-of-space · 2 years

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Lots of feelings and thoughts under readmore, but for those who don’t want to read it: if you are on here reading this and you ALSO have a DeviantArt you still use (even if it’s very sparingly) that you’d be willing to share with me, can you shoot a DM? I’ve decided to rekindle my old account for a lot of reasons. Or at least try it out.

It’s similar to the reason I came back to Tumblr and the reason I made my own shitty hand-coded HTML disaster website. We’re all feeling it: how shitty the internet is now. I’m trying out a lot of different approaches to find a healthier relationship to communities, and being an artist and a person on the internet.

I basically had a breakdown this weekend over probably the stupidest possible thing that made me really look at myself and what I’m doing. Or... trying to do. What the hell I’m trying to accomplish.

Because I made that OoT Link amiibo I was so proud of, and I AM SO HAPPY WITH IT. I mean, I literally made it because I like playing OoT with the Zora Tunic and Hover Boots on, so I made a figure FOR ME based on MY TASTES. And it came out SO GOOD I literally could not be happier. And I posted it, and all of my friends were like “Leo that is so cool holy shit.” Which sounds like... the perfect outcome, right?

Except my brain has been fried by Number Go Up and I just felt this emptiness and dread, and I came to a really uncomfortable and disturbing realization as to why.

Like, a lot of shit I post is kind of intentionally for the niche-est of niche audiences, so I kind of expect 99% of my content to get 3 likes from my close friends and that’s about it, as it should be. But... I think, because for once I was actually posting about something that more than 8 people in the universe care about, and (in my opinion) I made something of pretty damn good quality, I had this expectation that I’d... go fucking viral or something.

(I really, really think my couple years being addicted - and I do mean addicted in the unhealthy brain-destroying sense - to Reddit is largely to blame for this. My Yggdrasill ToS cosplay was at one point the highest voted post on the Tales of subreddit; it was easy to feel like a micro-celebrity of sorts with that kind of reaction. Quitting Reddit was legitimately the best thing I’ve ever done for my mental health but it kind of permanently altered my expectations for either Immediate and Immense Approval And Worship, or worthlessness.)

So even though I made something that was supposed to be self-indulgent, and the people whose opinions I care about all gave me glowing positive feedback, I was disappointed because I posted something that Could Be Popular and it wasn’t. And I just kind of sat with that for a second and thought back to posting really shitty fanart in middle school and having a circle of online friends who were also shitty learning artists and we would just talk about video games and draw together and... well I kind of just wondered where the hell it went wrong.

When did I start performing for an imaginary audience of strangers so often, so frequently, and so intensely that it soured my ability to be happy with one of the straight up coolest things I’ve made recently??

And the thing is... well, as far as spaces to share art, what I currently have is...

* Twitter, where there is nothing even close to an archive of past art and everything is just instant snapshots soon to be forgotten * Tumblr, where the site-wide search functions are a hot mess and I feel like I’m competing with 50% the fact that no one can find anything and 50% Mona Lisas on display everywhere under the same tags I’m using * Instagram, which somehow has both the “instantaneous snapshots and then it’s worthless” problem AND the “everything I post is competing with professionals” problem (and not just professionals at the art form, but professionals at SOCIAL MEDIA - because curating your art for interaction on social media is its own whole thing) * Discord but I’ll be real there’s baggage there I’m too exhausted to get into right now. There are some promising spaces though for community, but there is absolutely no form of archive or way to look back on personal growth * My website, which is the only space that feels right for how I want my art to be experienced, but also is completely lacking the community aspect.

So, I looked at my old DeviantArt account. I KNOW about the whole f*cking disk horse with eneftitties and I hate it so much and I’m not even going into it. But my old DeviantArt account has shit I posted in 2012 on there, shit I posted in 2008 on there, and has space for journals and groups and fanfiction and interacting with other users while also centering (or at least, it seems to me) art.

And it’s just about the only space that has felt like that, honestly. Where I can be an artist and a person, post things I like with a little story under them under whatever dimensions, even SLIGHTLY customize my landing page, join little communities of like-minded people.

I logged in and, well unsurprisingly it’s a ghost town and only like 1 person I “Watched” a billion years ago still posts. But then I turned on full FFIX brain and went to search for pictures of Freya Crescent, and in an experience I haven’t had on any other goddamn website in as long as I can remember, I received A HUGE VARIETY OF PICTURES OF EXACTLY THAT, from dates as recent as the past couple years to literally over 15 years ago. Very rough amateurish MS paint drawings showed up right next to professional quality polished pieces and they were all what I was searching for.

Like, holy fuck, HOW fucked is it that THAT experience - searching for a topic on an art site, and seeing that topic, ONLY that topic, and a huge variety of results in it - is so rare that it stopped me in my tracks?

But, like, it’s obviously sad too. It’s sad clicking through the banners of all the old groups I joined and seeing the last posts from like 2014. It’s sad that part of the reason it’s easy to find old drawings of Freya Crescent is because next to nobody has uploaded any in the past 5 years. It’s sad that eneftitties are fucking artists over so bad a lot of them jumped ship in protest, and it’s sad that I feel like I’m engaging with a side of this site that stopped really being alive 10 years ago.

But I’m giving it a try anyway. Because GOD I just want to have a place to share art that isn’t a competition and isn’t polished and professional and beautiful and might let me make and maintain friendships that I actually care about. I’m not trying to compete with pros here I’m just trying to post my things and be myself and have people who might like it be able to find it, so I can find them too. Maybe I want to join an FFIX fan club group and look at a billion pictures of Zidane and Garnet. WHO IS TO SAY.

Anyway.... this is 70% vent post, 30% desperate plea if any of you are on DA to hit me up and let me know what your username is because I would love to log in and see people I know and care about and get excited about what they’re making, instead of just seeing empty long-dead long-abandoned accounts and wondering what those people are up to.

#personal

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kareofbears · 3 years

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persona 5 strikers thoughts and feelings

This is going to be a long post. Like, the type of post you’d only really have time to read when you’re trying to sleep but you’re not ready to be unconscious yet so you’re just looking for something to do to spend your time with minimal effort.

So in 2018, a masterpiece was born into the world: Into the Spider-verse was released and it was amazing—it’s honestly the best spiderman movie we have without a doubt, and it’ll be very far into the future before Spider-verse is beaten as the best spiderman movie. Them’s the facts. Then in 2019, Spider-man: Far From Home was dropped. It’s a great movie! Great characters, great continuation of who these characters are and works fantastic as a continuation of a story. It’s really hard trying to take the torch of a previous movie (or in Marvel’s case, juggling twenty something movies) and come up with a new movie that both works on its own, as well as being the next step in this series of films. Thus, with that idea in mind, I think it’s kind of unfair to judge into the spiderverse and far from home, because these are two movies with two completely different objectives in mind.

Okay, so this is still a persona 5 strikers post, I promise, but the idea is the same: Persona 5 could basically do whatever it wanted—new story, new characters, new everything, and it’s just plain old awesome. However, Persona 5 strikers did not have that sort of freedom. It was bound to the original game, and it had its own rules and stuff it had to keep intact, characters they had to work with, and on top of that, it had to justify its existence as a sequel (lets pretend money doesnt exist lmfao).

SO, the big question is: did it do that? Did it justify its existence?

And my answer: holy fuck did it ever do that

I came into this game knowing the extreme bare minimum. I knew there was someone named Sophia, and i knew there was roadtrip, and i knew there were Personas. That’s my knowledge of it before i played it on the Switch. I should also clarify like, early on, that i was not expecting anything from this game. At all. I was the world’s biggest cynic of this game—if you scroll down my p5s tag far enough, youll just see me complaining about a game that hasn’t even come out yet. I was fully expecting to have this be a Waifu show, and any male character that isn’t Akira to just be shoved aside like some kind of nerd in a high school hallway, and i have never been more pleased to be wrong. In fact, i actually owe it an apology, because of how fucking rude i was for no reason!!! Because this game deserves everything to be honest.

Persona 5 strikers is, frankly, insane. Insane in the sense that it got to pull shit off that just would never have existed in the original game, because the original game is scared. It had to be as impressive as possible and garner as much attention as possible. Strikers does not have that problem—every single person who bought that game does not need to be convinced that persona 5 is a good game. They already played it. That means Atlus can just fuck around and have a good time, and man did they have a good time. There’s still scenes that still shock me if i think about it too hard, because i’m used to atlus having to follow this sort of rule set when it comes to persona 5 (or any of the main games im assuming, but i havent played them.) And on top of that, there’s still shit that’s Atlus Trademarked Branded in a good way. The style of story of story telling, and revealing the mystery that is so integral to what p5 is, is still there.

So, to make this even a little bit comprehensible, i will make a list!

First of all, What is this game?

In short, this game is an OVA of an anime. It’s bonus side content that has one thing in mind: to showcase these lovable characters more by putting them in fun situations. That’s it, and it is just phenomenal. That was the main point of, i’d say, like forty hours of the game. It’s just fun times with fun characters.

But to get deeper of what i think is happening, or what they were thinking during the development, is that this is a second opportunity. Persona 5 (as we all know) had a lot of problems, and we were not quiet about those problems. We yelled it all out, made posts, made complaints on every social media platform ever. And Atlus heard all of them, and Strikers is a way to mitigate those mistakes. Aside from being a fun OVA, Strikers also works to be a deeper exploration of these characters—more specifically, the characters that did not receive much in the original game. Creating this sequel is having the ability to redo what they felt (or to be more specific, we felt) in the original game while adding new ones. I will get to that in a second.

The format of the game

Absolutely brilliant to throw them on a road trip. P5V already forced us to experience Shibuya for 200+ hours, and im so glad that they didn’t do that again. Going from town to town, making us experience these new places alongside our favorite characters is so good, and it just makes sense. It’s fun, it’s lighthearted, and it’s actually shockingly good. But one thing i do want to talk about early on is the way the story unfolds and the villains that they use, and what they do with it because it’s very interesting.

So as we explore japan and stuff, we encounter jails, and with those jails comes an antagonist. This antagonist works to be a parallel to one of our characters. That character will find it in their hearts to feel bad for the antagonist, because the antagonist could have been them had the original game not happen. At first I thought all of the thieves were gonna get an antagonist, and i was really hyped for the ryuji one. And then came to hour forty of the game where i realized “yeah that’s not gonna happen. There’s just not enough time.” And i was right, and the game ended. But i am not salty at all, honestly, because the people who got a direct antagonist were: Ann, Yusuke, and Haru. (we wont count zen and sophie).

Is there a trend??? Yes. these are all characters in the original game that have received the worst treatment by atlus. The three of them are basically cast aside the minute they finished their original arc, and its horrible! BUT that’s why this is the path that atlus chose for them—to give them more depth, and screentime, and a way to show their inner self. That isn’t to say that the ones who aren’t those three (makoto, futaba, mona, akira, ryuji) didn’t get anything. Futaba still has her thing at the end with ichinose, and she was very prevalent and animated during the rest of the game. Mona and Akira have to be a focal points, that’s just the nature of the game. The other two though, I will talk about in depth in a second.

Makoto

Y’all i poke fun at shumako fans sometimes cause its kind of easy and fun, but i honestly love makoto. In my very first playthrough of p5 (my first ever jrpg game, first persona game, i had no idea what i was doing), i had only maxed out two characters: ryuji and makoto. And i know she had a lot of screentime and love in the original game which is great, but i truly felt like she was dissed in this game. Her only roles were

A driver

Someone to tell them “we don’t have a choice. Let’s keep going and see where this takes us.” (seriously, if you replay this game, you will see how much she does this)

Idk, i just wish she had more to do, especially compared to how much love they gave the other characters.

But let’s talk about some of the new characters!

Zenkichi

Damn you atlus. Damn you and your insistence at bringing in cop characters. I was fully on board with hating zenkichi, i was fucking ready for it. I was convinced that there was nothing they could do convince to like zenkichi. I was immune to their copaganda.

And then i ended up loving him, which makes me sad a little bit. I didn’t realize how desperate i was to have an adult who has a persona. Someone who wants the world to change just as much as they do, while still having that aspect of them that makes them adult. Like??? As someone who is technically an adult, its a breath of fresh air. An adult. Who fights. For justice. Using a persona. And god i love akane so much, and her obsession with the thieves (that scene is probably in my top ten fave scenes of the game). Also what i loved about zenkichi is that he fucking hates the cops!! He hates the system of the cops!! And thats why i actually really started to love him!! Because i thought it was atlus saying that the systematic problem of the police cannot be solved by one person, and zenkichi threw away his badge. I actually cried at that part!!

But then he became a cop again, and i was just :/ but as a character, i really love him to bits and would love to do a study on him, or at least use him as an outside pov. But! i absolutely love his persona, since im a les miserables fan hehe

Sophia

she’s probably my favorite new aspect of the game. I was ready to not like her—again, i just suck like that, lmfao—and when i saw her, i was scared that she was just another waifu. I mean, she was very cute after all. But then as the game went on, i thought she was a little too cute. And even further into the game, i finally slapped myself in the face and realized oh my god shes not a waifu. Shes a sister.

That blew my mind, im ngl to you. A female character that isn’t supposed to be romanced? By jove, what a miracle!

And she…is an amazing character. Im sorry, i just love her so much. I love her so much that she probably ranks as my fifth or sixth favorite character which is surprising even to me. Everything about her is delightful and invigorating. She’s funny??? Her comedic timing is amazing, and she has such chemistry with the rest of the team. She’s actually useful to the plot, and while her character design is a little too on the nose for me in terms of cuteness (i mean, good god she’s wearing oversized sweater to show how cute and tiny she is, and her hair has literal hearts in it), she is absolutely lovable.

But what i actually really wanna gush about for a second is sophia at the last stage of the game. You get the idea, i dont really like to get excited over things, so at this point i figured that there was nothing this game could do to shock me.

And then sophia had a persona awakening.

Like. holy fuck did i yell. I didnt realize what was happening until the music had already kicked in. and its just so fucking smart!!! Sophia??? The ai?? With no heart?? gOT A PERSONA???? AWAKENING??? BECAUSE SHE LEARNED WHAT THE HEART IS AND THE PASSION THAT YOU NEED IN ORDER TO GET A PERSONA??? I started crying honestly, because it was just so smart. And looking back on it now, its obvious!! Of course it would lead to this, it only made sense that the culmination of her character arc leads to her getting a persona, nothing else would have been as good. Also, her voice actor is just amazing?? When she was talking to ichinose at the end, i actually got incredibly emotional because of the line reads. Its just so spot on and it really captures the essence of sophia.

Muah. five stars Atlus. You got me.

Ryuji <3!!!!

Oh man. Oh boy. Okay. so where do i start.

Yall know i love him. Hes probably my favorite fictional male character of all time, and he is the one i was the absolute most cynical about in this game. I was expecting literally nothing. Nothing. Like. nothing. I thought he was just gonna keep being used as a joke, or a gag, and he’s gonna be super horny all the time for the other girls and it was gonna make me mad and there was gonna be some insane homophobic/queerphobic jokes in every other scene and i know i was being unfair, but i cant help it.

And then i played the first two hours of the game, and i cried the entire time. Because ryuji has never been better than he is in this game. Its crazy.

The ryuji in persona 5 strikers is who ryuji should have been/how he should have been treated this entire time. From the actual funny jokes (for example, the gold bar joke + his reaction to it in the beginning of the game), defending his female friends instead of being the one people need to defend from (natsume arc), and the fact that he was the one to be there with morgana and akira in the very beginning of the game. Its such a small thing that they didnt even need to do, but it was such an integral part of the original game for me, that i just was convinced that nothing like this was going to happen. But then it happened. Its just small stuff like that that could have been overlooked but it wasn’t because this game? Persona 5 strikers? Fucking loves ryuji.

The actual respect they gave this boy is insane and i wasn't ready for it. Like, they gave the shujin trio lunch, they gave the little charm of the katana when they were in natsume’s jail, and, in my opinion this is the second-best thing that they could have given ryuji is sophia. Ryuji and sophia are the pinnacle of a brother & sister bonding relationship in the game that isn’t akira & futaba. And its really prevalent too?? Small stuff from the beginning of the game (pulling her out of a jail, calling her shorty), but then you have the iconic “shut the fuck up” scene, and that scene was so well characterized and written and voice acted, that somehow him saying “fuck” was the least exciting part of that scene to me. Ryuji is an older brother to her, like its undoubtable, and its only further cemented at the end of the game where Ryuji helps out ichinose because he knows how much sophia cares about her. This game. Love ryuji. And i love. This game.

You know what else i love? Akiryu.

Guys. i was fully prepared to starve in terms of akiryu. But theres just. So much of it. I wont get too deep into it, because i think this aspect of the game for me still needs marinate a little bit. Like, what was that last shot when EMMA died and Ryuji walked to approach Akira so they could relish in their victory together?? And the smile from both of them??? What the fuck. That was amazing. Also Joker being saved by Ryuji when he was about to fall from the cliff to save sophia??? WHAT. The LEADER AND HIS RIGHT HAND MAN? WHAT. anyway. If theres anything i want to keep for myself in my own brain, its the akiryu aspect of this game, so i wont talk too much about that part of things (instead, itll probably manifest in fic lmfaooo).

Sure, there’s tidbits of stuff i dont like that they gave ryuji: sexualizing ann in that one cut scene and making him touch the jails even though it hurts, and i recognize those and frown at them, but for the most part, i am blown away with how they treated him.

Basically, Ryuji has never been better. From the opening of the game with him being the first text message and the one to sling his arm around akira, to the very last cut scene where it was ryuji wordlessly leaving because he’s so confident that they would never be separated for long, this game adores Ryuji and i am so so happy to say that.

The Royal aspect of things

Yeah, i had to talk about this, but itll be a short thing i just wanted to point out. Because the last part of this game...is persona 5 royal. Which is curious. Like taking reality and giving that power to someone else so you dont have to experience suffering anymore? And even like, the final section just looked a lot like the top half of maruki’s palace?? And whats even crazier is that we had a boss fight with sophia, just like how we had a boss fight with sumire? Royal and Strikers have like, the same thesis statement. It’s kind of uncanny.It’s interesting, it’s like atlus came up with these two ideas, and then just decided they liked both of them so much that they just did it twice. I don’t mind though—actually, in terms of how the last Palace/Jails go, i probably like them both about equally.

Though i did love the final battle in this one more than i did in royal. Splitting into teams?? Thats cool as fuck, and really innovative and i didnt see it coming. It also kicked my ass. A lot.

Now for the last stretch: the small stuff!

The music — bomb as fuck. In my heart, Daredevil is ranked the same as Rivers. Axe to grind is also amazing, but Daredevil owns me

Akechi — i really debated whether or not to talk about him, but i figured a bullet point should be enough. Im really shocked that he wasnt in this at all. Like not even a name drop. If this is an OVA, and the point of the game is to please the fans, and akechi is arguably the fan favorite character, i was really ready for something. But there was nothing, except for the pancake hallway if that even counts as a reference. Thats it. Thats all i wanted to say about him.

The humour — FUCKING HILARIOUS im convinced that in my fifty hour playtime, five of that is dedicated to me laughing and unable to continue the game

Akira — so much personality! His lines of dialogue are crazy sometimes (like. Whats up with him saying Ryuji has ‘nice abs’ when they were in bath? Im crazy and even i dont know what the fuck that could mean)

Battle system — oh my god i almost forgot to talk about this. I love it! I kind of miss the turn based aspect just because i found it very comforting for some reason, but this hack and slash style of gameplay is so invigorating because i do feel like it justifies shit like the baton pass and huge attacks. This battle system fully encompases how the Phantom Thieves are supposed to fight, you know what i mean?

Anyway, thats my thoughts on strikers. Loved it. Amazing. 9.3/10, wouldve been higher but Konoe’s Jail almost bored me to death. Also im a monster and i didnt do any requests that isn’t a fun one, teehee. As if i play persona 5 for the persona aspect of things.

#cant believe im done #but you know what?#i was actually at peace when i finished it #so i consider that a good healty thing #p5s #alex plays p5s #mine #p5 #my moon and stars #the leader and his right hand man

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death-himself · 3 years

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Love is Dead—Chapter 8

MY SANDERS SIDES WRITING HAS RETURNED

Summary: Janus possesses Remus to try and speak to Patton. When that doesn't work, he moves on to Roman.

Word Count: 1,570

Warnings: Possession, Manipulation, Doll Decapitation

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Patton came back from college at eight that night, yawning as he entered the house. Janus waited for him to eat whatever dinner his father had made before following him up to his bedroom to enact his plan. Virgil noticed him following and sighed, grabbing the chocolate bar from his room and walking reluctantly after him.

Patton went to sit on his bed as Virgil stood outside of his room, waving the chocolate bar around to get Janus’s attention. The ghost took a deep breath, holding out a hand and allowing the candy to leave Virgil’s hand, floating over to be right before Patton’s eyes.

Patton looked up, staring blankly with a glazed-over look at the bar of candy. A smile grew on Janus’s lips; Patton must believe that he exists now! But then the human yawned, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, then lied down and pulled his blankets over him. Janus allowed the candy to drop to the ground.

“My gods, does he think he’s hallucinating?”

“Yeah, probably.” Virgil mumbled, pulling out his phone as if bored.

“What the hell?”

“Hey, he had a long day at college, you’d probably think you were hallucinating too.” Janus had the chocolate float into the air, debating which of the brothers to throw it at for a moment, before chucking it at Virgil’s head. Virgil cursed, grabbing it and preparing to chuck it back, before remembering who exactly had thrown it.

“Fuck you.” Janus ignored him.

“We’ll try again tomorrow, when his mind is more awake.”

As it turned out, that didn’t work out either.

After giving up on the floating candy Janus moved on to more drastic measures, completely against Virgil’s will. After the kids came back from kindergarten one day he floated over to Remus, who was happily cutting off the head of one of Roman’s dolls. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Can you help me guillotine all these dolls first?” He didn’t even want to know where an eight-year old had learned that word, simply taking a seat in front of the child and telekinetically ripping the head off of a doll. Remus giggled excitedly, working at the doll in his hands faster with his safety scissors.

“I’d like to possess you.”

“Like in a scary movie?”

“Yes, like in a scary movie. I figured it would be the easiest way to get Patton to recognize that I exist. Would you be willing to go through with that?” Remus nodded far too eagerly.

“Would you be able to bully Ro in my body? Because then you’ll get in trouble and not me!”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s how your parents will see it, but alright.” Remus hummed at that.

“Okay! You can possess me after we kill all the dolls!” The safety scissors managed to make a small cut in the neck of Remus’s doll, encouraging him to cut at it harder. Janus sighed, preparing to have to stay there for another few hours.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had possessed a living person, but he knew it had been a while. Yes, quite a while. And he had definitely never possessed a child before, but rather an adult. He rubbed at his eyes, looking around as the world came into focus. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Remus singing the same chorus of a children’s song on repeat. He had to make this quick, before that kid drove him insane.

He raced up the stairs, knocking on Patton’s door before entering quietly and politely, trying to make it obvious that he wasn’t Remus. “Good afternoon Patton.” Patton looked him up and down, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Heya kiddo, what’s up?”

“I am not a “kiddo,” Patton.” Janus said, the high-pitched squeakiness of Remus’s voice making him want to pound his head into the wall. “My name is Janus. You’ve heard of me, haven’t you?”

Patton nodded, laughing awkwardly. “Sure have. It’s, uh, good to meet you, Janus.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Ah, well...you’ve kinda done this before, Remus kiddo. It’s not really all that weird.” Janus blinked, mentally turning to the five-year-old, who had finally moved on to repeating the next verse of his song.

“You’ve done this before?” The thought came out almost as a screech. Remus went silent.

“I can get away with a lotta stuff if I pretend to be possessed.”

“And how did you find that out?”

“Back in one of our other houses a ghost possessed me.”

“Fuck!” Janus shouted, leaving Remus’s body and storming up to his attic. Every time, every time he makes an attempt, it always fails! What on earth was he supposed to do? He let out a huff, running a hand through his hair.

The other kid. He didn’t seem like the type to fake being possessed. Perhaps he could be of some use, if Janus could just get him to trust him enough to possess him. He flew back downstairs, searching every room.

Roman was drawing while lying on the floor of the living room. He had luckily not walked in on the carnage that was his doll collection just yet; if he knew of Janus’s involvement in that he may be a bit less willing to hand over his body.

“Good afternoon, Roman.” The kid jumped, eyes flicking around before landing on Janus. He scooted away, brandishing a crayon at the spirit shouting “Get away! Evil! Demon!”

“You are so threatening. I am absolutely terrified of your pink crayon.”

“As you should be! I’ll call Virgil in and he’ll exorcise you right outta here!”

“Are you done yet? I’d like to ask a favor of you.” Roman squinted his eyes, not lowering his crayon.

“What kinda favor?”

“A simple one. It’ll only take a few moments. Just a simple possession, for only five minutes or so.”

“Possession?” Roman shrieked. “No! I won’t let you!” He threw his crayon at Janus, saw it pass through him, then threw a second, then a third, giving up only when a fourth of his crayons were lying on the floor behind Janus.

“A simple “no” would’ve been enough.” Janus floated back, giving Roman plenty of room to pick up all his thrown crayons. He huffed. This would be difficult, though. How could he get a kid like Roman to trust him, especially since his twin seemed to have a hobby of pretending to be possessed to get his way? He watched as Roman got back to drawing, warily glancing up at Janus every once in a while.

“You like to draw?” Janus asked. Roman nodded, picking up a green crayon and scribbling out what the spirit could only assume was a dragon. “You’re very good for your age.” Roman glanced up at him skeptically, before nodding again. “I’m gonna be the next Mona Lisa.”

“You mean the next Da Vinci? Mona Lisa was the painting, not the artist.”

“Yeah.” He clearly didn’t care about the difference. Janus hummed, thinking for a moment.

“Say, Roman, I’ll be perfectly honest here. There’s a reason why I’d like to possess you.” The kid made a resolute “mhm” sound, saying “To do evil stuff!”

“No, not to do “evil stuff.” Rather to find...love.” That seemed to get his attention. Roman looked up curiously.

“Like true love? Do you need a true love’s kiss to not be evil anymore?”

“Ah, you could say that.” Roman leaned closer, his body seeming to bounce a bit with excitement.

“Really? So you’re cursed with the evilness and need a true love’s kiss to take it away?”

“Sure.” He lied. “And you can think of Patton as...a knight in shining armor of sorts.”

“Patty gets to be a knight?!” He yelled happily. Janus quickly shushed him, worried that his parents would end up interrupting. “He sure does, Roman. Which is why I would like your assistance in getting his attention. Because he can’t see me, Roman, and that makes it quite difficult to get this...true love’s kiss from him.”

Roman nodded dutifully, seeming to have forgotten all of his fear in the name of making one of his fairy tale stories come to life. He picked up one of his crayons and a new sheet of paper and began scribbling out a new drawing. Based on the splotches of yellow, red, and black Janus realized with dread that the child was trying to draw him.

He finished proudly, holding it up for Janus to see. “There! Now Patton’ll be able to know what you look like so he can fall in love with you! What do you think?” The drawing was awful, a mess of splotches with a yellow smiley face where his head was. But he couldn’t tell him that, he wasn’t enough of a monster to tell a child their drawing was the worst image he had ever laid eyes upon.

“It’s lovely.” He said bluntly. Roman cheered, racing up the stairs screaming for Patton faster than Janus could blink. “Wait, don’t—fuck.”

And that’s how a child’s drawing of him ended up stuck to the fridge. Virgil laughed for a good five minutes when he saw it, making sure to take a picture just in case the spirit got mad enough to rip it up. “It’s pretty accurate, don’t ya think?”

“Shut up, Cain.”

“He captured your face perfectly.”

“I despise you.”

Tagging: @rebelrewriter @arodynamic-enby @bullet-tothefeels

#sanders sides #moceit #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #love is dead ghost au #ghost!janus #teen!virgil #kid!roman #kid!remus #possession tw #manipulation tw

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mikonezz · 2 years

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Ask game!

thank you for the tag @spider-plants ! :) took me a while but here it is

1. Why did you choose your url?

I used to be itsabrightnight because I read a poem by Sylvia Plath I think(?) which I really liked. But I eventually changed it because nobody recognised my main blog when I liked/ followed blogs soo.. I just put another z there, which I wanted to change to something better but I haven't had any good ideas yet

2. Any side blogs?

My art account @mikonez and another that I made when I was 14 with a cringy superwholock reference. Fortunately I lost the password to that one :')

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I created this blog on 26th of August 2015!

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No, I'm too lazy

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

UMm Harry Potter and Starkid fanart (and superwholock but shhhhh)

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Oh my bisexual icon? Because Mona the vampire is a bisexual icon.

7. Why did you choose your header?

My header is actually a photo I took of Dresden! I just thought it was prettee

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Uhh on this account? I have no idea, probably a spn shitpost? But I genuinely don't know the stats don't go that far back

On my art account its my asexual jon art which got 12000 notes?? for some reason?? I am very overwhelmed by that.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

uMM a handful? not many people follow this account honestly

10. How many followers do you have?

109 :) but a lot of them are inactive

11. How many people do you follow?

513 blogs but a lot are inactive too

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

yea most of them were about supernatural rip

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

hmmm I properly scroll through like once a day but when I just posted something I check the reblogs a lot

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

never, that's my personal nightmare. A few years ago when I got an even somewhat negative response to something I said on the internet I immediately deleted whatever it was lmao. It honeslty became a really big issue, I was genuinely terrified for over a year of leaving comments anywhere in fear someone might not like what I said. I'm getting better at that though!

So no, I don't think you'll ever see me argue on the Internet lol

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I really don't like when people tell me what to do so usually I will do the opposite djdj

but I did reblog the duck that saves me from those "reblog or something bad will happen" posts so I suppose I'm good!

16. Do you like tag games?

Yeee! I'm always surprised when I'm perceived by people, it's nice when someone thinks of you :)

17. Do you like ask games?

Also yeee!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

UHH many of them tbh. Mostly really amazing fan artists!!!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

YES all of them >:) <3

tagging @pyrrhlc @notorious-wanderer @artsytrash @therealpercyreed @dropinart (only if you want to ofc ♡)

#tag game #mieke rambles

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dirtyhelen · 4 years

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mess me up (yeah, no one does it better)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Rating: Explicit (18+) Featuring: Smut; Established Relationship; Daddy Kink; Dirty Talk; Pet Names; Briefly Implied Past Rape/Non-Con (Not of Reader)*, Blowjob; Cock Slapping (As In Slapping Your Face); Grinding; Facial; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Aftercare Words: 6249 Summary: This is why you love this particular game. It’s Bucky’s ability to clear your mind of everything – anxiety and insecurity and shame – until all that’s left is him. Until all you want, all you need, is to please him. When you’re overwhelmed with the stress of just existing – all the choices, all the consequences – he makes it simple. A/N: Please mind the tags, and see the end-note for a more detailed warning of the Past Rape/Non-Con tag if you would like to know before reading... “Is the smut sexy or just long and extremely vulgar?” A question I asked myself often while writing this, that you may also be asking yourself while reading. If you find the answer, feel free to let me know ‘cause I’m still not sure! Title from Make Me Feel by Janelle Monae. ________________________________________________________________

“On your knees, bunny,” Bucky orders, his voice soft. You sink obediently down to the pillow laid out for you on the floor, resting your hands on your thighs as you look up at him expectantly.

Bucky looms over you, knows just how to use his size to his advantage, seeming to fill every inch of the room until he’s all you can see. He stands tall, fully clothed still, and you feel vulnerable kneeling naked at his feet. Entirely at his mercy. With your eyes locked on his, neck craning at the angle required, you hear more than see his hands go to his belt buckle. There’s metal on metal as the clasp is undone, then the slide of leather through denim belt loops, then the thwack as it’s tossed to the floor, just outside your periphery. Next you hear the release of a button and the achingly slow drag of a zipper being undone until finally, it’s skin on skin. Your mouth waters and your breathing quickens in anticipation of what’s to come. You’re dying to look down where you know Bucky will have drawn his cock out of his jeans, no underwear on a night like this, but you know better than to look away with his eyes still on yours. You’re rewarded for your obedience with a smile, soft and genuine, sending a rush of warmth through your body and a flood of slick to your cunt. God, he hasn’t even done anything yet and you’re already desperate. For his approval, for his touch, for his attention. Anything he’s willing to give you. You’re already sinking into that place where nothing matters except him, except pleasing him. Stepping forward, Bucky gives you a nod, signaling it’s okay for you to drop his gaze and immediately your eyes fall to look at his right hand gripping his cock, stroking it lightly just inches from your face. You watch him reverently, mouth opening almost reflexively. Bucky angles his cock toward you, tracing the head along your lips, pre-cum smearing over your mouth like lipgloss. You can’t help but reach out your tongue for a taste but you realize your error when Bucky pulls away, followed by the swift, sharp strike of his cock against your cheek. You gasp at the shock of it, but slick seeps from your opening at the same time. Bucky tuts at you, eyebrow raised. “Did I give you permission to lick my cock?” he asks, holding his length firmly against the side of your face. You feel the hard, heavy weight of it, feel it pulse in time with Bucky’s heartbeat, a steady throb against your cheek. Your own heart starts to race, and you shake your head. “No, daddy, you didn’t give me permission.” “That’s right, bunny.” Bucky repeats the move, slapping his cock against your cheeks in fast, firm smacks. “Good girls are patient. Good girls wait for permission before opening their pretty little mouths for cock.” He punctuates each sentence with another slap. By the time he’s finished your cheeks are slick with trails of pre-cum, glistening in the low light of the room. Bucky smears it around, rubbing it into your skin with the tip of his cock before he tucks himself back into his jeans. It’s vulgar. It’s degrading. You love it. But it’s supposed to be a punishment so you try to look contrite. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise,” you apologize, voice pitched breathy and eyes wide and innocent. You clasp your hands primly in your lap as though you’re not kneeling naked on the floor with your pussy soaking wet. “Sorry, huh?” You nod. “You’re a good girl?” You nod again, almost frantically this time. Bucky pauses and you watch as his expression hardens. He lets the silence hang heavy in the air for a moment or two, leaving you off-kilter and scrambling a little. Letting suspense build until it’s almost fear before he speaks again. “Then why’re squirming around like that?” He nods down at your thighs and you hadn’t realized you’ve been clenching them together and rocking just a little in a sloppy rhythm – trying to get some pressure against your aching clit. You hadn’t realized, but Bucky had. Nothing happens here that he doesn’t notice. You might feel selfish for it. For putting all the power and responsibility in Bucky’s hands so you can just let go. But it works exactly because it’s not all about you. Bucky needs this just as much, probably even more. Hydra took his agency away from him. Took everything from him, body and mind, made him a weapon to be used and a toy to be played with without ever giving him a say in the matter. But here, he gets to set the rules. Gets to decide what happens to his body: what it does, when it’s touched, and how. And here, there are consequences when those rules are broken. He would never, never hurt you the way Hydra hurt him, but this game – and that’s what this is, a game you play together, where everyone knows the rules and agrees to them, where you can stop anytime – allows him to take ownership of his body in a way he never could with them, allows him to reclaim his body. It’s the ultimate expression of trust for you both. You trust each other to set boundaries and keep to them; you trust each other enough to lay bare the most vulnerable parts of yourselves, knowing the end result is so, so worth it. Bucky lets your heartrate ratchet up for another few seconds then kneels down so you’re face-to-face, leaning in close. “You don’t look very sorry. Not much like a good girl at all.” He shakes his head, the picture of authoritative disappointment. “No, bunny. You look like a slut.” He says it so easy, voice soft and low like he’s casually telling you good morning or asking how your day was. It sends a shiver running down your spine and you can’t help the whimper that rises up from your throat. Bucky’s eyes flash before his expression shifts from cultivated blankness into a mockery of your own, exaggerated pout and furrowed brows. “Aw, poor little bunny,” he coos, sticky sweet. “Just can’t help it can you? So desperate for daddy’s cock – in your mouth, in your cunt.” You nod eagerly. “Can’t help sneaking a taste, can’t help wiggling around like a whore. That right?” Your throat is dry and it feels like there’s not enough air in your lungs but you manage to gasp out a response. “Yes, daddy. Want it so bad, please.” Bucky hums thoughtfully, like he’s considering something. He lifts a hand to cup your cheek and you lean into his touch. “We both want the same thing, sweetheart. You want my cock and I wanna give it to you. Wanna fuck your pretty mouth before I fuck your pretty pussy.” His thump strokes over your bottom lip and you let out a quiet moan. Bucky lets his hand drop, standing up and looming over you once more as he tucks himself back into his jeans. “But daddy wants all his baby’s attention when she’s sucking his cock. And I’m not gonna get that if you’re too busy thinking about that drippy little hole between your legs am I, bunny?” You’re so desperate to take his cock – anywhere he wants to put it – that you almost protest, insist you can ignore the heat in your core and focus only on him, but you know he’s right so you settle on a resigned, “No, daddy,” instead, not sure where this is leading. Bucky’s face softens and you know you’ve chosen the correct response. “That’s right, baby. So daddy’s gonna be real sweet and let you get yourself off before he lets you suck his cock.” Almost instantly your hand is falling to your folds, fingers ready to start circling your clit. You’re so worked up it’ll only take a few minutes and then you’ll get to take Bucky’s cock in your mouth, make him feel good. Get to hear all those deep moans and breathy sighs. Feel his cock pulse on your tongue as he comes, bitter and hot down your throat. You’re stopped in your tracks, fingers just brushing through the hair framing your cunt, by the cool grip of Bucky’s metal hand, curled around your jaw and squeezing just a little. You look up to see his eyes, cool and unimpressed, on yours. “Uh-uh-uh. I wasn’t finished. So impatient tonight, bunny. I should take you over my knee for that. I will, if you move again without my permission,” he warns. “Do you understand?” You do your best to nod with his hand still gripping your jaw. “I said you could get off. I didn’t say you could use your hands.” You frown, confused, and let out a quizzical little whine. Bucky chuckles, metal thumb stroking your cheek before he moves to sit on the bed, settling himself against the headboard and leaving you kneeling on the floor facing him. He spreads his legs, patting the space between them with a smile and you stand, ready to settle yourself between his legs, but still unsure what he wants. His next order, spoken as you’re about to lift one knee onto the bed, makes that clear. “Don’t forget the pillow.” Your mouth drops open as your face fills with heat at the implication. You’ve touched yourself in front of Bucky before – with fingers and toys alike – so many times you feel no shame in it anymore. But this is different. Obscene in a way riding a toy designed for the purpose somehow isn’t. Embarrassing. Like you’re so desperate you’ll grind against anything, even the same pillow you rest your head on at night. You know that’s why Bucky’s chosen this particular method. That’s the whole point of this game for you, really. To take you to a place where shame and self-consciousness cease to exist. Where all that’s left is pleasure, yours and his, and you’d do anything to get it. And he’s so good at getting you there. Breaking you down with filthy words and calculated demands. Getting you so needy that you can finally let go and just obey because you know – because you trust – that Bucky will only lead you to pleasure. Feeling a fresh rush of slick coating your folds, you grab the pillow and settle yourself in the space Bucky’s left between his legs, facing him. You fold the pillow between your thighs, gripping one end in your hands, the other between your feet, holding it taut so there’s some tension to grind down against. But you don’t make contact yet. Bucky notices your hesitation and urges you on. “Come on, bunny. Daddy wants to see you hop.” His voice is gentle but stern and you know an order when you hear one. Face hot and heart pounding, you spread your thighs, lowering yourself until there’s no space between your cunt and the pillow, soft cotton pressed tight against your slick, heated flesh. It’s so soft, barely any real pressure at all, but after all the buildup and with Bucky’s undivided attention on you, the friction on your clit is almost intoxicating and you start a slow, stuttering grind, eyes slipping shut. “Good girl,” he tells you, voice rough, as you fall into a long, dragging rhythm. You open your eyes to find his gaze fixed between your legs, his cheeks flushed pink. Your own face burns from the praise, and the motion of your hips increases until you’re grinding in short thrusts, as fast as your body will allow. “That’s it, bunny. Fuck, look at you. Fucking desperate, huh?” His hand squeezes over the bulge in his jeans and you moan at the sight but can’t summon the energy to respond to his question, all your efforts tied up in the relentless grind of your clit against the pillow. He’s right though, you are desperate, or getting there at least. You’re so close, so wet the pillowcase must be soaked through, but it’s not enough. Not enough friction to really get you off. Just enough to frustrate, to tease at the possibility of an orgasm. You want it – need it – so badly, not just for you but for Bucky. He told you to come like this and you want nothing more than to do what he says but you can’t. Your thighs are getting tired and it feels like you’ve reached a plateau of sensation, somehow under and overstimulated at once. Your legs will give out before you ever get close enough to come. The frustration of it all, worse – the idea of disappointing Bucky – has tears gathering in your eyes and you let out a keening whine you know must sound utterly pathetic as your movement stutters to a stop. “I can’t. Daddy, I can’t,” you whimper, tears spilling over as you admit defeat. “I’m sorry. I’m so close, but I can’t.” Bucky’s face softens immediately, genuine this time, not mocking. He’s an expert at this by now, knows the difference between tears of pleasure and tears of frustration. Knows when to be push and when to be gentle, and how to walk the fine line in between. He leans forward, pulling you off the pillow and into his arms. “Hush, baby, it’s okay. Don’t gotta apologize,” he soothes, pressing kisses to your cheeks and stroking his hands over your sides as you sniffle and curl into his embrace. He kisses his way to your mouth, chaste and tender as you calm down. When you’re limp and pliant in his lap he deepens the kiss, tongue forcing your mouth open and slipping inside. His hands start to move higher with each upstroke on your sides until he’s cupping your breasts, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. He works you up again until your hips are shifting, rocking down on nothing. Bucky breaks the kiss, leaning back to look at your face, your lips swollen and pupils blown wide. “Ready to try again?” he asks, knowing what the answer will be. “Yes please, daddy.” “I’ll help you this time, then. No shame in needing daddy’s help to get off, is there, bunny?” You shake your head in agreement, mind running wild with possibilities. Bucky tugs off his shirt then gestures for you to move back as he stands up to take off his jeans as well. When he’s completely nude he sits back down on his heels, knees spread, and pats his thigh the same way he’d patted the bed earlier, gesturing you to climb on. “That pillow wasn’t enough was it, baby? Nah, you need something harder to rub that soft little pussy against.” He pats his thigh again and you shift to straddle it. his hands clamp around your waist and he tugs you down until the slick, swollen folds of your cunt are pressed directly against the bare skin of his thigh. He groans, deep and low. “Fucking dripping, bunny. Fuck. Come on, make a mess on daddy’s leg,” he coaxes, tensing his muscles, really giving you something firm to grind down on. You start rocking your hips again and it’s so much better this time. Less friction now it’s skin on skin with your slick easing the way, but more pressure. Bucky grips your hips, taking some of your weight and helping you move and it’s intense. Your own hands are wrapped around his neck, head tossed back as you gasp and moan. His thigh is hot between yours and the drag of your clit against firm muscle has you quickly hurtling toward a mind-blowing orgasm. Bucky mouths at your neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin. You start grinding faster and your face heats at the filthy wet noise of it, slick and obscene, but it spurs you on as much as it embarrasses you. “That’s it, baby,” Bucky encourages and you can feel his cock, hard against your thigh. “Doing so good, so fucking good for daddy. Got me so hard, bunny. Can’t wait for you to come so I can fuck your pretty little mouth.” Bucky keeps talking, mouth running with every dirty thought that pops into his head, pushing you closer and closer to coming until you’re nearly there. You can tell he knows you’re about to come when you go silent, breath caught in your throat as though your body suddenly can’t perform its most basic functions until it’s given some release. His fingers dig deeper into your skin, hard enough to bruise as he drags you faster over his thigh. “Come on, that’s it. Wanna see you come all over me, bunny. Come for me. Come for daddy,” he orders and you’re helpless to obey. The breath you’ve been holding leaves you in a broken moan as your hips buck uncontrollably, cunt clenching on nothing. Bucky holds you through it, loosening his grip on your hips as you pant into his neck, but he shifts you off his lap before you can come down completely, just rough enough to startle you back to attention. He presses you back into the bed and licks into your mouth, dirty and deep, grinding his erection into your thigh and you’re reminded that he hasn’t come yet. You suck on his tongue a little, a sloppy approximation of what you’re going to do to his cock and he moans into your mouth before pulling away. “Fucking insatiable. My leg’s still wet from your cunt but you’re already begging for my cock in your mouth. Don’t worry, bunny, you’re gonna get it.” Bucky gets off the bed, moving to stand at the foot. You turn around until you face him, on elbows and knees. Bucky gives you a nod. “Go on, get started.” Permission granted you finally get your mouth on his cock. He lets you take it slow at first, keeps his hands at his sides as you lick up his length and around the head, dipping down occasionally to mouth at his balls. His deep, heavy breaths and rasping groans when you do something particularly good are all the encouragement you need, sending little shocks of pleasure through you with each new sound you pull from him. When you’re ready you take him into your mouth, working up into a careful rhythm and gliding a hand over what you can’t fit inside. Bucky holds your face in his hand, thumb pressing in just a little to feel his cock through your cheek every now and then. You can tell he’s had enough of the slow and steady when his hands move up into your hair. He pulls you off his cock and before he can ask if you’re ready your mouth is open wide, tongue held out and head angled for entry. You feel his fingers clench in your hair, just this side of painful. The metal hand moves to grip his cock and he slaps it against your tongue a couple times – you’re reminded of how that felt against your face and you’re tempted to disobey so you can feel it again – before guiding it into your mouth. Then he’s fucking into you, hands in your hair, moving your head back and forth along his cock like a toy as his hips thrust in time. “You were made for this, bunny. Made to take my cock like this. So good for me.” You moan at the praise, at the heat it sends to your core, and Bucky thrusts harder in response to the vibration. Rough as he is, and moving faster and faster as he nears orgasm, he’s careful to only give you what you can take, never going too far and forcing you to gag or choke. The pleasure is in your submission, not your discomfort, and he never forgets it. You know he’s close when he’s moaning on nearly every stroke and his rhythm starts to stutter. You double your efforts, hollowing your cheeks and licking around his length, eager for a mouthful of cum, for the physical evidence that you’ve succeeded in pleasing him, but Bucky tugs you off his cock before you can get what you want. Confused, you look up at his face to see him breathing heavy, bringing himself back under control and steeling his expression into something stern, even with his lips bitten red and his cheeks flushed. He squeezes at the base of his cock as he stares down at you. “Not gonna come in your mouth tonight, sweetheart, so don’t bother pouting about it. Lie down on your back,” he orders and you’re quick to comply, rolling over and shuffling back until your head is propped up on the pillows against the headboard. Bucky follows, kneeling over your body, straddling your chest with his cock angled toward your mouth. You spread your lips, presenting your mouth to be fucked but Bucky doesn’t press in, stroking himself instead. “I’m gonna come all over your face,” he says. “And you’re gonna thank me for it like a good girl, isn’t that right?” The thought of it, the idea of Bucky marking you that way, dirty and wrong and everything you’re not supposed to want – everything you only want with him – it sends a jolt of heat all through your body to settle in your clit with a throb. Has you garbling out some unintelligible whimper in response as your eyes stay glued to the way his hand moves in practiced motions around his length. Bucky chuckles above you and you manage to tear your eyes away from his cock to catch the look of dark amusement on his face. “What was that, baby? Gotta speak up. Or is my little bunny too cock-drunk to think straight?” “I want it,” you manage to gasp out. Your face burns with humiliation that only serves to make you more desperate as you plead. “Please, daddy, want you to come on my face. Mark me up, make me yours.” You see the effect your unusually bold words have on Bucky in the brief flash of heated shock on his face and the way his hand falters in its movement over his cock before picking up again faster. He leans in over you, metal hand gripping the headboard so hard you’re sure you can hear it creaking, right hand working his cock, fast and firm as he races toward orgasm. You feel utterly surrounded by him, thick thighs pressed in against your sides, torso curved over you. He’s all you can see, all you can hear – the wet sound of his hand on his spit-slicked cock, the panting breaths and uttered curses. Then he’s coming with a long, low moan and you feel it, hitting your face in hot, wet spurts. You gasp at the sensation and another thick rope lands across your lips, dripping into your mouth all salty and bitter as you swallow it down. Bucky strokes himself through his orgasm until every last drop is squeezed out of his cock and onto your face, until you feel truly covered in it, marked up just like you asked for. Spent, for the moment at least, Bucky slides down your body until he’s straddling your hips instead of your sides and takes a good, long look at his work. Your face is striped white with cum, all over your cheeks and chin. You make a little show of licking your lips, gathering up the drops there and swallowing with a smile. “Thank you, daddy.” “We’re not done yet, bunny. You wanted daddy to make a mess on your face, now you gotta clean it up,” Bucky says, and you whimper as he drags two fingers through the mess on your cheek, scooping cum onto his fingers and pushing them past your lips. You suck on his fingers instinctively, working your tongue around and between them, licking up every drop. He repeats the process, fucking your mouth with his fingers, pressing his cum into your tongue, until your face is nearly clean again. You smile around your last mouthful, opening wide to show Bucky there’s nothing left. He grins, filthy and sharp, then leans in and spits into your open mouth. You swallow that too and then he kisses you, dirty and deep, tasting himself on your tongue. “Good girl,” he whispers against your lips. He pulls back, shifting to lie between your thighs, and presses his lips to yours again, breaking off to kiss along your neck and shoulder, licking into the hollow of your throat and feeling your pulse flutter against his tongue. Before you know it you’re rolling your hips up against Bucky’s, your body remembering his promise to fuck your cunt once he’d finished fucking your face (you send up a silent thanks for supersoldier stamina). You feel him smirk against your mouth, grinding down against you a couple times, letting you feel his cock getting hard against your thigh. “Feeling neglected, baby? Messy little cunt getting lonely, all wet and warm with nothing to fill it, huh?” You nod with a needy hum and Bucky’s sitting up, hand sliding down your belly and combing through wiry hair to cup the whole of your pussy in his palm. You keen, rocking up against him as he shushes you, pushing two thick fingers into you at once. Immediately you’re grinding down on them with a moan, trying to coax him to move inside you, curl his fingers into your g-spot, something, anything. But quick as that his fingers are gone and you feel the sharp shock of a warning slap on the inside of your thigh. Once again, Bucky’s metal hand grips your chin, keeping your eyes on his face as his right hand moves back to your cunt. “Who does this belong to?” he asks, voice glacially cold, tapping his fingers against your opening but not pressing inside. “You, daddy. It belongs to you,” you manage, though his hand keeps its hold on your jaw. “That’s right, bunny. Daddy owns this sloppy little hole.” His fingers start to move in circles, smearing slick around your hole with soft, wet noises. “Daddy decides when it gets fucked—” He pushes in just the tips of his fingers. “—and filled.” He slides in hard, immediately finding your g-spot and rubbing against it roughly. “And little bunnies,” he says over the rising sounds of your gasps and moans, “take what they’re given and say thank you.” He punctuates the last two words with particularly firm thrusts against your g-spot and you cry out, high and breathless. “Th-thank you,” you gasp and he adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you, opening you up for his cock. His fingers move at a relentless pace, pounding into your g-spot, ratcheting you higher and higher. But he purposely avoids even the slightest touch to your clit, keeping your orgasm maddeningly just out of reach. He keeps at it until you’re writhing in his grip, wordless pleas falling from your lips with every breath, so close it’s almost too much. And then it’s nothing at all, sensation gone as Bucky’s fingers pull out in a swift drag, replaced by the wide head of his cock. His metal hand falls from your face and he shifts, using it to hold himself up as he leans in over you again, right hand guiding his tip to rest just inside your cunt. Bucky catches your eye, holding your gaze as he enters you in a single, long thrust. Even with the work of his fingers to open you up you can feel the stretch of his cock, thick and long, filling you up until you’re certain you can feel him in your belly. He holds still, giving you time to adjust. Or maybe – if the expression on his face is anything to go by – trying to hold off coming too quickly himself. “Fuck,” he groans. “So tight. Should keep you on my cock all day, bunny. Just a wet hole to come in whenever I want.” You whimper at the thought and Bucky takes up a steady pace with long, deep thrusts. “Sounds good, huh? You want that? Wanna sit on daddy’s cock all day, keep it nice and warm in your little pussy?” “Oh, God,” you moan, picturing it – sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep in your pussy while he goes about his day. Maybe filling out a mission report or just reading a book. Ignoring you completely, treating you like an object, a sentient fuckdoll just there to keep his cock warm and catch his cum when he feels like getting off. “Yes, daddy, please. Whatever you want.” “That’s right, baby, whatever I want. And if I wanna bounce you on my cock like a fucking toy – just a fleshlight with tits – until I come in that tight cunt that’s what I’ll do.” His hips pick up speed as he pounds into you, angling to hit against your g-spot on every thrust. “Should fill you up and make you walk around with a pussy full of cum. Stuff you so full it drips down your legs for everyone to see, show ‘em just who you belong to.” Bucky’s hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding their way to your clit and rubbing in tight, firm circles. It’s exactly what you need, what you’ve been dying for, and with his cock hammering against your g-spot it only takes a few moments and you’re coming hard, white hot heat exploding through your body as you clench down on Bucky’s cock in pulses. “That’s it,” he encourages. “Good girl. Feels so good, bunny, fuck. Squeezing me so tight.” His fingers stop circling your clit but he keeps up the pounding rhythm of his cock, slowing down only enough so you’re not too oversensitive. You’re so wet you can hear it with each sharp thrust, feel it dripping down your ass and surely making a mess of the bedsheets. As you come down from your orgasm Bucky’s pace picks up again, fucking you into the mattress brutally hard as he chases his own pleasure. It has you getting close again, though you really don’t think you can handle another orgasm. As if reading your thoughts Bucky starts touching your clit again, light and unhurried. “Want you to come on my cock again, sweetheart.” You whine, a weak protest. “I can’t, I c—” you begin but it’s cut off by a moan when Bucky’s fingers press firmer against you. “Yes you can, bunny. One more time. Just one more for daddy. You’ve got one more in you, I know you do.” You can feel tears gathering in your eyes again from the onslaught of sensation. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and Bucky’s fingers on your clit, his cock battering your g-spot – it’s overwhelming, too much – but he pushes you forward and you give in. To Bucky, to the feelings coursing through your body. You let your mind shut off, let your trust in him take over. If Bucky says you have another one in you then you do, you must, because Bucky would never lie to you, would never lead you astray. It’s that – love and trust and submission to Bucky’s higher power – just as much as his hands on your body that triggers one final, all-consuming orgasm. It breaks over you like a wave, something more than just pleasure, sweeping you away from your body, from the bed, into a place where it’s all sensation, leaving you hazy and raw, splayed-open. You can hear Bucky’s voice close to your ear, dragging you back to him with broken utterances of fuck and good girl and your name, over and over. You come back to the world just as his rhythm begins to falter. A handful of thrusts later and he’s coming, pulling one last aftershock of pleasure from you at the feeling of his cock pulsing as he fills you up with cum, shooting deep into your cunt. After, he nearly collapses on top of you, settling his weight over your body as he pants into the curve between your neck and shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, whispering sweet nothings. All good girl and did so well for me and I love you. You bask in the afterglow for a while – in the comforting weight of Bucky’s body and the warm affection in every word he breathes against your skin – until you become too aware of the tenderness between your thighs and the stickiness of sweat cooling on your body. You start to squirm and Bucky lets up gradually, giving you space but keeping you close enough you don’t feel abandoned. He strokes over your skin, pressing his lips to your face in increasingly wet, smacking kisses until you’re giggling and shoving him away. He sits up, flashing you a cheeky grin, and begins his process of surveying your body, checking carefully for any bruises or abrasions, and kneading at tense muscles. You don’t always feel like you need this part – it’s rare that Bucky allows himself to lose control enough to leave marks – but it’s nice, relaxing after the high energy of this kind of sex. And more importantly in your opinion, though you know Bucky would argue, Bucky needs it. Just as he needs to be in control and take charge, he also needs to know he can be soft and tender afterward, something Hydra never allowed him to be, and certainly never showed him. By the time he’s finished you feel boneless and sleepy, finding it harder and harder to open your eyes after blinking. Bucky chuckles, warm and fond. “Not yet, bunny. Want you to use the bathroom first and drink a glass of water for me.” You wave a hand vaguely in his direction – a silent yeah, yeah, yeah. You can’t see him, having given in to the weight dragging your eyelids down, but you can practically feel his eyeroll. You can definitely hear the scoff he lets out. “You wanna get a UTI be my guest, but you’re drinking the god damn water.” You feel him kiss your forehead then the mattress shifts as he gets off the bed. You relax into the space, stretching out your arms and legs and listening to Bucky move around your apartment – a cupboard door opening then the tap running in the kitchen. Distantly you can tell he’s come back to the room and set a glass down on the bedside table but you’re too lazy to open your eyes or acknowledge him. Then something wet hits you squarely in the face and, with a shout, you’re yanked from your peaceful doze to find Bucky’s just tossed a warm washcloth at you. “What the fuck,” you splutter as he openly laughs at you, the asshole. “Thought this was supposed to be aftercare, you dick.” “It is,” he says, grabbing the washcloth from where it’d fallen next to you. “Now let me wash your face, dummy, you’ve got cum on your chin.” “Yeah, wonder how that got there,” you mutter darkly. Bucky chuckles, giving you a dry look as he softly runs the cloth over your skin. “Seem to recall someone begging for it not too long ago. ‘Mark me up, daddy,’” he imitates in a ridiculous, breathy falsetto and you can’t help but laugh at his – horrible, completely inaccurate (you hope) – imitation, even as your face burns in embarrassment. Finished with your face, Bucky takes another washcloth (one he didn’t hurl at your face) and begins to clean up the rest of your body, running it over your chest and belly, your arms and legs, and finally between your thighs, taking special care to be gentle there. He stands up, collecting the washcloths and heading to the bathroom to do his own cleaning up. “When I get back that water better be gone, bunny.” You roll your eyes at him but pick up the glass all the same and take a showy mouthful, earning yourself a patented Bucky Barnes wink in return. “Good girl.” When Bucky returns the glass is empty and you feel awake enough to drag yourself from the bed and into the bathroom. As you re-enter the room you find Bucky has changed the sheets with his usual military efficiency and neatness and is settled in bed on his side, covers thrown back over yours with your favourite pajamas laid out on top. With a probably grotesquely fond smile in his direction you put on your pajamas and get under the covers, lying on your side and facing him. He pulls you closer, resting one arm over your waist to keep you near as you exchange easy, lazy kisses for a while, drifting off, feeling warm and safe and loved. +++ You’re nearly asleep, in the hazy place where waking thoughts mix with dreams when a thought pops into your head that you can’t help but voice, slurred and sleep-drunk. “I can’t believe you called me a ‘fleshlight with tits’.” Bucky barks out a drowsy laugh. “Too much?” You shrug or try to, at least, though you’re not sure how much your sluggish body actually cooperates. “Nah, I liked it. We’re good.” “Okay, good,” he mumbles around a yawn. “Love you.” “Love you too.” A/N: *It’s briefly implied that Bucky was sexually abused by Hydra as well as used as an assassin. Nothing is explicitly described, it’s just part of a brief explanation as to why Bucky sometimes likes to take a dominant role during sex. THE END. So… If you have made it this far, thank you for reading! Holy shit this got longer than I thought it’d be and Jesus Christ this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, let alone posted on the internet to be seen by strangers! Feel free to leave like/comment/reblog and let me know what you thought 😊

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Musically Inclined (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: Red isn't supposed to wake up with his Judge missing from his bed, thanks. Guess he should do something about that.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

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It was too fucking early in the am to be awake.

Even Edge was still asleep, and he always got up about half-past the asscrack of dawn to go for a run. The space in the bed between them that Rus usually occupied was empty and had been for long enough that they’d drifted closer, practically cuddling together. Red didn’t have a problem with that, exactly, hell, his bro was toasty at night, their own personal bedwarmer. Except that Rus was supposed to be there. Not off getting into shit on his own.

Little brat was slippery as an eel when he wanted to be and he’d slithered off fuck knew when, damn him. Red was always reluctantly impressed whenever he made one of his escapes, but damn it, one of these days he was going to turn their lanky little brat over his fucking knee. The point of them being around was to keep his bony ass safe, not because he and Edge felt like crawling up it.

Well. Not all the time.

Luckily, Red knew a trick or two of his own. He managed to escape from Sir Clings-A-Lot over there and wasn’t Edge gonna be pissed when he woke up alone? That was a problem for Future Red to deal with, Right Now Red had a brat to find.

It was kinda a relief and a disappointment that he didn’t have to go far.

Their living quarters were expansive, as they fucking well should be for the Judge and his Chosen. Large, airy rooms with plenty of wide sofas and squashy chairs, perfect for napping and cuddling, and scotch-guarded within an inch of their lives for any time they needed to handle their Official Duties. A television with all the best tech hooked up, movies and games, everything anyone needed for electronic entertainment. There was a well-equipped kitchen that Edge usually put to good use. Not only because his high HP made checking the ingredient for any tampering a cinch, but if Red and Rus were stuck cooking, they’d be living on frozen waffles and pop tarts. A bathroom with a hot tub big enough for a double orgy if Red wasn’t more inclined to ripping body parts off anyone who even gave Rus a nudge, much less tried to get a peek at what he was hiding under those flowy robes.

The only thing it didn’t have were many windows. No skylights, no big ol’ panes of glass to let in all the golden sunshine. There were plenty of overhead lamps to make up for it, it wasn’t a lack of light that was the problem for their honey. Their suite only had one picture window, complete with a window seat and that was where Rus was sitting, a burning cigarette held between two fingers.

He looked alright, considering he’d given a Judgement yesterday. No lingering shadows beneath his sockets, his magic glowing softly, healthily, in his joints. Rus was only wearing a tank top and a pair of pajama pants that prolly belonged to Edge from the way they were sagging off him, willowy thing that he was. Bare, bony feet sticking out of the too-short legs and from the way his toes were starting to curl, they were cold. No wonder, the curtains were drawn back and one of the windowpanes was cracked open, wide enough for Rus to tap the ash outside.

Rus didn't smoke often these days. Said all the Monsters out there looking up to him didn't like the idea of an avatar of the Angel carrying around a pack of Marlboro's. Far as Red was concerned, they didn't know what they were missing, and he was just fine with that. Rus smoked like there was only one thing he knew what to do with his mouth and the way his tongue curled behind his teeth, mouth pursing as he blew out a cloud of pale smoke was its own form of divinity.

Red climbed up to sit across from him, stretching out his much shorter legs alongside Rus's so that his foot was pressed lightly to the inside of one femur. He held out his hand and Rus handed over the pack wordlessly, offering the lighter when Red shook one out.

He made a show of lighting it first, inhaling a drag of hot smoke and breathing it out with, "ain't supposed to be over here alone, sweets."

Rus shrugged, but his mouth thinned, teeth tightening around the filter. "i'm fine."

Wasn't even close to the point and Rus knew it. Red let it drop, this time. The glass was bulletproof and if a sniper could manage to bend a bullet enough to hit Rus in the brain pan through the narrow, opened pane, then having an entire fleet of guards around wouldn't make much difference.

They smoked together in silence, watching as the paling darkness slowly brightened, the sun climbing back over the horizon. Red could still remember seeing his first sunrise, standing cliffside along with the other lower guard, his brother at his side as he watched all those unknown colors as they streaked across the sky. Didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching ‘em.

He wondered where Rus was in those days. Rus didn’t talk much about before he was a Judge other than saying flatly that he was nobody. Couldn’t be that simple, though. The Queen knew him back then, had to be some kind of story there.

But then, Red had his own reasons for not thinking much about the old days, a fact that came out and bit him on the coccyx when Rus chose to speak again.

"do you remember when we were kids?" Rus said, softly. His face was turned towards the window, pale eye lights watching the bright disk of the sun as it crested. "before we came to the surface?” He shook his head with a soft laugh. “remember all the trouble we used to get into with grillby in those days, we’re lucky we got out alive."

Red took a steadying drag off his cigarette, ignored the painful lurch in his soul as he breathed it out. "yeah, i remember. wasn't you, though, honey."

He didn’t know how to decipher the little smile that curved Rus’s mouth, secretive as Mona Lisa’s twin brother.

Usually, Red could get a pretty good read on people, but eh, most people weren’t a Judge, now were they. Those pale eye lights didn’t gutter out, his voice was only his own, only Rus as he said, "it was, a little. a part of me, anyway. do you ever wish you’d had a chance for him to choose you instead of me?"

Yeah, that was a land mine question wasn’t it, and Red had a foot firmly on top.

Red loved Rus and didn't have a problem telling him. He'd whisper it against the side of his skull, breathe it into his mouth, spell it with his tongue against his cunt, shout it at a fucking press conference if that was what needed to be done. It was the truth and he wasn't gonna deny Rus for anything. But some things weren't up for discussion and some answers shouldn’t ever hit air.

"don't," Red said gently. His ciggie was burned almost to the filter and he took another drag anyway, tasted bitter, burning cellulose. “don't do any good to think about the past, anyway."

"heh, i spend half my life living in the past." But Rus sat up straighter, tamped out the butt into the ashtray and that unpleasantly unreadable look turned to one that Red knew all too well, playfully mischievous. "now is pretty good time to be in, though. you want me to suck you off?"

His cock surged to form before Rus even finished the last word and Red was already kicking off his shorts. "you ever need to ask?"

There was something about seeing Rus on his knees. He lived in symbiosis with the Judge, he was an avatar for the Angel herself. And yet here he was, kneeling before Red as if he was something to revere, not some thug who managed to wrangle a place in the guard, tricked and tripped his way up the ladder until it came time for a Choosing.

Both Rus’s hands were on Red’s femurs, holding them apart as his thumbs stroking the insides absently, but that wasn’t the real show. His face, now, that was where it was. Sockets closed, his expression one of the purest bliss while he sucked luxuriously, worshiping Red with his mouth, fuck. Like an obscene sheath around his cock, soft and plush, lined with velvety golden magic and his formed tongue curled around the shaft, the tip teasing at the head.

Rus hadn’t always been so good at this; once he’d been a flustered virgin, not knowing how to ask for what he needed and more than a little desperate not to take anything they weren’t willing to offer. He and Edge spent a good amount of time diligently training that out of him. Gone were the days of accidental teeth scrapes and awkward choking, one time even a genuine bite from a nervous beginner. Nowadays Rus went down like an expert and Red could only bite back a groan and let the student take over as the master, watching greedily.

Gorgeous bastard. There wasn’t a thing in the entire fucking world Red wouldn’t give Rus, no dust he wouldn’t grind into his hands for the chance to watch this, the slow glide of his dick in and out of Rus’s mouth, crimson ectoflesh glistening wetly between thrusts and a thin rill of that golden saliva trailing down Rus’s chin.

Fucking gorgeous was what he was and Red wiped away that thread of wetness with his thumb, raised it up to lick it clean, filling his mouth with the taste of Rus’s sweetness.

Barely, Rus’s sockets slit open, pale eye lights flicking up to watch Red’s face and he wondered vaguely at what Rus saw there. Whatever it was, he liked it, humming appreciatively, and the vibration made Red gasp, knees jackknifing against Rus’s grip, trying to clutch against his skull as Red hunched over him.

“you little shit,” Red groaned out and fuck, he could feel that chuckle, didn’t do him no favors when it came to stamina, neither. Didn’t have much as it was and none at all against this brat’s teasing.

He heard the footsteps before Rus did, but that was his job, even when he was balls-deep into his Judge’s throat. His brother came around the corner, fucking finally some back up. Still in his own pajamas, black silk of course, pretentious fucker, but he froze at the sight of them, his eye lights flaring.

Maybe it was Edge’s indrawn breath Rus heard, maybe the clatter of his phalanges as they clenched into fists. Whatever it was, he paused, sockets widening as he started to pull off, and nope, that wasn’t on the agenda. Red set a hand on the back of his skull and pushed hard, forced him back down until he was swallowing desperately against the pressure of a cockhead against the back of his throat.

That little move got him a scowl from Edge that Red met with a smirk. He wasn’t hurting Rus none and if his bro wanted to stop him, all he needed to do was come on over and join the fun.

From the way his hands were jerking at the ties of his pants, that was pretty much the idea.

Red let Rus strain a minute longer, his breaths coming in frantic little puffs through his nasal cavity, fingers clenched tight in the window seat cushion. Then he let up and Rus drew back enough to glare up a Red, those pretty, pale eye lights tinging towards gold that was as bright as the sunlight filtering through the window. Heh, didn’t escape his notice that Rus didn’t pull off completely and the curling flex of his tongue made for one hell of a distraction. Red stroked a hand across Rus’s skull apologetically, taking care with his sharpened fingertips as he murmured, "don’t move, sweetheart.”

He didn’t, kneeling obediently still and his sockets went wide as Edge’s hands settled on his pelvis, gently drawing him up until it was nicely positioned with Rus’s hands braced on the floor for balance. His loose pajama pants were tugged easily down to his knees and Red couldn’t get a good angle to see what his bro was doing, but when Rus made a high, startled sound, the fresh vibration around his cock made Red groan, trying not to come right then.

He could hear the slick sound of his brother's fingers moving. No surprise there, Rus was probably already soaking wet, the inside of his femurs painted with it and his clit swollen and sensitive to even the lightest touch. Kid had to get fucked, that was simply part of who he was. What made it even better was that he fucking loved it, wasn’t any virgin left to their sweet little Judge these days, but a hot, lovely blush still flooded his cheekbones as Edge fingered him, whispering encouragingly, “That’s it, love, you’re so wet, so perfect. Relax now, let me in.”

Rus’s hips were shifting, flexing, trying to ride whatever rhythm those fingers were following, senseless little sounds gurgling in his cock-filled throat turning to whimpers of dismay when they withdrew.

“hang on, honey,” Red told him breathlessly, fucking hell, he was getting too close, they needed to hurry it up or this spitroast was gonna turn into a duet. “hang on, let him get his cock in you.” The shush of Rus’s knees was loud against the rug as he spread his femurs as wide as he could with those loose pajama pants of his still tangled around his legs.

"Shift up, love," Edge murmured. His cock was out now, Edge stroking himself generously until deep crimson pre-cum gleamed at the tip. All ready to fill their honey up and it was worth watched Edge's face as he lined up and sank into him, fuck yeah. Made for a hell of a show the way his expression tightened, mouth falling open, sockets squeezing shut and revealing more than his bro probably realized. It was good to see, some resentful little part of Red glad that he wasn’t the only one utterly absorbed by this brat.

Rus’s rhythm got lost somewhere in the middle, his mouth going slack around Red’s shaft. That was okay, couldn’t blame him for being a lil’ distracted with his bro filling him to the brim with dick. The angle wasn’t a good one for Red to get a peek, but it was a sight he’d seen before, his bro was packing a formidable piece and he went in deep, their pelvises clacking together on the first hard thrust.

Rus wasn’t even sucking anymore, tears and drool running down his face in thin, golden streaks but Red didn’t mind taking over. He gripped Rus’s jaw in both hands to hold his head steady on his wobbly neck as Red fucked that pretty face, rode the soft, plush tongue that wound around his shaft.

So fucking worth it, Rus struggling to take him, trying to follow along, but he and Edge were running the show now. Fucking was like making a song, the slick sound of Edge’s cock moving in that tight pussy matched to the messy slurps of Rus struggling to swallow Red down, with a chorus of Rus whimpering and pleading in gurgling cries. All those harsh, obscene noises building up into a shatteringly vulgar crescendo.

There was a choice to be made, face or swallow, and Red grunted out a curse as he pushed in deep, holding Rus’s head down as he came down his formed throat with a hot spill of burning seed. Some part of Rus must’ve liked that, the taste of cum or the rough handling, ‘cause he shuddered and came too, his groans sweet and muffled, as guttural thick in his throat as the cum he was swallowing down.

Distantly, Red could hear Edge groaning, too, probably decorating their pretty honey’s cunt and thighs with his own shade of crimson, but right then, it was all white-hot sensation and losing himself, losing little pieces of himself to Rus the way he always did.

S’alright. Rus already had a pretty firm hold on his soul. May as well let him keep the rest.

-finis-

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luxurylives · 4 years

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Missing Pieces Part 6

Pairing: No pairing

Book(s): Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Word Count: 2,363

Rating: T (Mild language)

Summary: Ellie and Toby find Colt; Logan and Vanessa come to an agreement.

Author’s Note: Part Six! I’ll wait to post the rest on the last day 😊 Pixelberry Studios owns the characters. The De la Cruz family is from High School Story (I chose first names for Bartholomew's parents). Thank you so much to those who read!

Tagging: @liam-rhys @desireepow-1986 @mfackenthal @rodappreciationweek @brightpinkpeppercorn @leelee10898 @choicesarehard @client-327

A lot was riding on tonight, Logan was in trouble, Colt was up to something, and someone was after the Mercy Park Crew. The only thing Ellie felt was fear and uncertainty, lately, she had begun to wonder what her life would have been like if she never got involved with the Mercy Park Crew. However, the answer to that has remained a mystery.

“Ximena sent me a text, she just arrived at Lilac Palm”.

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Toby who fell into step beside her. “Good, where is this club anyway?”

“Just up ahead,” Toby said.

Soon they arrived at a building in an alley with a few people standing around. As Toby approached the door, a man from the nearby group approached Ellie.

“You look familiar”.

Ellie swallowed as she turned to face him, he looked identical to Detective Wallace. “I— “.

“Did you used to bartend at the Ostrich Garage?”

“Oh...no sorry” Ellie answered calmly.

“My bad” the man backed away to join the group he was with earlier.

“Ellie,” Toby said.

Ellie turned to see Toby standing in the doorway of the club and quickly walked over to join him. As they crossed the threshold, thick, smoky air greeted them along with the sounds of upbeat Latin music. Many patrons flocked to the dance floor while others sat at their tables smoking and drinking.

“Full house,” Ellie said as she took in the vibrant atmosphere.

“If you think this is full, then you should see this place when Matt Rodriguez shows up, it is packed”.

Ellie gripped Toby’s arm and motioned her head towards the bar. “Look”.

Toby averted his eyes and his eyes widened. “There’s no way…but why?”

Both of them watched in complete shock as Vicente approached Colt. After a moment of speaking, they retreated to a back room.

“What the hell is doing?” Toby asked worriedly.

Before Ellie could respond, she watched two burly men take their place on both sides of the door. “We’re about to find out”.

“You can’t be serious, running off to Detroit? Especially now?”

“I know someone that I can stay with until things cool down”.

“Just you?”

Logan sighed and shook his head. “Look, we have to split up”.

“Well, I think that is the worst thing we could do right now”.

“Vanessa, Javier knows we are in Massachusetts and for all we know, he could be in Birchport too”.

“Logan, you cannot keep running! And I’ll be damned if I get sucked further into this black hole you and your friends created! My parents have a summer house in Nantucket, we can go there and hideout. I’ll call my Dad and tell him what is going on, we can get you a lawyer— “.

Logan shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No”.

“Logan!”

“Vanessa, too many people are involved in this already. I can take you to Nantucket but after that, I am going to Detroit…alone”.

Vanessa stared at him, only this time, really seeing him.

“We need to split up”.

“Aren’t you supposed to meet Ellie?”

“I’ll just have to postpone that until the dust settles”.

“And if it doesn’t?”

Logan shrugged and gazed out the window. “I’ll figure it out”.

Vanessa shook her head, there was no point in arguing with him and deep down she knew Logan was right. Javier was after him, not her so it was best if they split up now. “So when do you want to leave?”

“We’ll sneak out during the barbeque”.

“You’re going to need transportation to Detroit so keep the car, I’ll come up with something to tell my grandparents,” Vanessa said.

Logan stared at her quizzically. “They won’t suspect anything?”

“You’re looking at the girl who went streaking on a public beach while intoxicated, they’ll draw their conclusions first and ask questions later”.

“Alright, with that said…are you ready?”

“Now or never”.

Logan walked over to his bag and began packing while Vanessa entered the bedroom to do the same.

“How are we going to get close to them?”

Ellie’s eyes swept over the crowded club and towards the guarded door. “Well, there’s only two of us...maybe one of us could distract the guards?”

“Eh...” Toby’s voice trailed off as he looked at the burly men near the door. “Got any other ideas?”

Ellie turned to see the man who approached her earlier, enter the club and head towards the bar. After exchanging a few words with the bartender, he began walking in their direction.

“Toby, forgive me”.

“What?”

Ellie mustered up all of her strength and shoved Toby, who lost his balance and collided with the man she met earlier who stumbled into a nearby group of people.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Watch where you’re going!”

Toby stared at the man for a second but then saw the altercation caught the attention of the men guarding the door.

“How about you watch where you’re going!”

The man stepped up to Toby and shoved him, who shoved back. Suddenly, both men guarding the door left their post to intervene.

Ellie maneuvered around a few people and slipped through the door, only to find herself in a small hallway.

Bzzzz bzzzzzzz

Ellie quickly answered her phone as she neared a room with the door cracked. “Hello?”

“It’s Ximena, look I’m at Lilac Palm but it's dead…that Vicente guy isn’t here…”.

“He’s at the club, whatever is going on he is in on it too”.

Ximena sighed and shook her head. “Okay, I’ll head over, it’s close by, right?”.

“Yea but hurry, I had to think fast, and I may have complicated things”.

“Got it,” Ximena said and hung up.

Ellie crouched behind some crates and boxes nearby as she leaned towards the door.

Colt Kaneko casually took a sip of his beer as Vicente narrowed his eyes at him. Ever since the Mercy Park Crew had split up, he was hellbent on continuing the legacy his father created. However, doing so from scratch was no small feat.

Luckily, he was able to track down Mona, and together they decided to infiltrate and conquer. He figured, what better way to do this than to go after the people his father had unfinished business with? He’d be making an even bigger name for himself and continue his father’s legacy.

“I just got word from David that Logan is in Boston”.

“Good, you can thank me for tracking down Zoe and Rita and passing that information to him anytime,” Colt said.

“Hm, we’ll see about that” Vicente took a sip of his beer and slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Look, I want to know if we have a deal? You know where Logan is, and I gave you all the information that I have on Mona”.

Vicente stroked his chin and gave Colt a dubious once-over. “What about Toby, Ximena, and Ellie?”

Colt slid a folder towards them. “Still working on tracking down Ellie but here’s where I last saw both of them”.

Vicente opened the folder and began sifting through Colt’s notes.

“Well?”

“I’m suspicious Kaneko, you aren’t like your father, not sure what to expect with you. I will wait until Ace gets here”.

Before Colt could respond a man, a few years older than him, sauntered into the room. Colt looked up from his seat and instantly recognized him, Bartholomew “Ace” de la Cruz from the Crimson Santos.

“Sorry got held up, Vicente your guys told me there was a fight out there”.

“I’ll check it out once we’re done here”.

Bartholomew turned his attention to Colt and gave him a quick once-over. “Teppei Kaneko’s son, in the flesh. So what do you have for us?”

“I have notes on Toby and Ximena and Vicente was just telling me Logan is in Boston”.

Vicente passed the notes to Bartholomew who began skimming the pages and eyeing the photographs.

“Nothing on Mona?” Batholomew asked as he looked up at Colt.

“No,” Colt said. “Besides, she was working with the Brotherhood, do you want to deal with someone like that?”

Bartholomew exchanged a look with Vicente before turning his attention back to Colt. “Are you familiar with ‘Walang Wa’?”

“So you’re schooling me now?”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be a smart-ass,” Vicente said.

“No I want to hear this, have you heard the phrase or no?”

“No” Colt answered sharply.

“It means no mercy,” Bartholomew said. “It is also the motto of the Crimson Santos”.

With a stoic expression, Colt simply nodded his head. “Alright”.

“And what we will show you if you are playing a game here”.

Colt shrugged and shook his head. “I just want us to work together”.

“I think we need to recap since your memory is shit, Kaneko. Teppei stole two cars from my father years ago, which caused a lot of problems— “.

“Couldn’t have done too much damage, I hear, Cesar and Althea are doing fine with the B&B”.

Bartholomew took a deep breath and silently counted back from ten. “As I said, your father stole the 67 Komoda and the 54 Aeon SX from us, but he didn’t stop there, he tipped off a P.I. and we ended up having a mole problem”.

Colt stared back and squared his shoulders.

“My father was only able to do so much with that…hence why he is in Massachusetts and now I oversee things here. Now, the Mente Kings...Vicente, do you care to elaborate?”

“Sure, I guess Teppei never told you about a drifting competition in Tokyo?”

“Pop mentioned it was against some guy from Las Mente” Colt answered coolly.

“Hm, well that guy was Felix Curbelo, my brother” Vicente said. “Your father cheated and stole fifteen thousand from us. Once Felix got back to the states, interestingly enough, we also began to have a mole problem”.

Colt’s jaw worked as he eyed both men sitting across from him.

“Javier and Ace played soccer at Terman U. Imagine my surprise when he came home to visit and told me the Mente Kings and Crimson Santos had something in common—Teppei Kaneko and the Mercy Park Crew”.

“I get it, you’re pissed which is why I want to resolve this. I can find Ellie and easily bring her to you and believe or not, what’s in that folder should be enough for each of your guys to find Ximena and Toby”.

An eerie silence swept through the room as Vicente, Bartholomew, and Colt engaged in an intense stare-down.

“And you want cars and some money to get started?”

“Yeah, do what you want with them and all three of us can work together. Run this city, who knows? Maybe takeover”.

“Hm, as nice as it would be to inflict pain on the LAPD, I’m no longer interested,” Vicente said.

Colt bit his lip, usually, he was more confident, but now he felt backed into a corner.

Bzzzz bzzzzzzz

“That would be me” Bartholomew pulled out his phone and immediately a smiled appeared on his face.

“Good news?” Vicente asked.

“My old man just confirmed Logan is at their B&B. David and Javier are heading over there now”.

“Alright, so you have Logan”.

Bartholomew bit his lip and shook his head. “Alright, Kaneko here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll have my guys follow up on Ximena and Toby”.

“And I’ll tell David, Javier, and the new girl to bring Logan in,” Vicente said.

“But we still don’t have Mona and Ellie,” Bartholomew said as he tapped his fingers on the table.

“As I said, I will bring Ellie to you and trust me, you do not need Mona” Colt replied.

“I’m holding you to it” Bartholomew answered sternly.

Colt shook his hands with both men and exited the room. As soon as he was in the main area of the club, he pulled out his phone and texted Mona.

I just spoke with Ace and Vicente. David and Javier are taking you to a B&B owned by Ace’s parents. That’s where Logan is. You know what to do.

Within minutes Mona replied to his text.

Got it. I hope you’re right about this. Not comfortable infiltrating the Mente Kings and screwing with that Filipino gang in the process. One of my ex-girlfriends did some work for them, they are not to be played with.

As Colt passed by the crates and boxes, he typed out a reply.

Look it's easy, you bring Logan in. Once all of us are together we overthrow and take what is rightfully ours. I know what I am doing.

Back in the room, an eerie silence swept through the air as Bartholomew and Vicente sat drinking their beers, both deep in thought.

“Were you buying any of his crap?” Vicente turned to Bartholomew. “I mean this is Teppei Kaneko’s kid we’re talking about”.

Bartholomew set his bottle down and shook his head. “My thoughts exactly, I trust him about as far as I can throw him”.

Vicente took another sip and set his bottle down. “You know a few weeks ago, this chick joined the Mente Kings, goes by the name ‘Gwen’, good driver, fast and reliable…but something about her doesn’t sit right with me”.

“What does she look like?”

Vicente pulled out his phone and passed it to Bartholomew who started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s the chick from the Mercy Park Crew. Shaw told me about her while we were playing cards one night. I bet she and Kaneko are up to something”.

Vicente tossed his phone on the table. “Maldita sea”.

“Let me guess, you sent her to Massachusetts with Javier and David”.

Vicente silently tapped his fingers on the side of his bottle and shook his head. “Kaneko is up to something…what should we do?”

Bartholomew set his bottle and turned towards Vicente. “We kill them”.

As soon as Ellie heard the words, she crawled out of her hiding place and scurried towards the exit, she had to find Ximena and Toby and fast.

#rodaw #choices fanfic #ride or die: a bad boy romance #ride or die #choices fanfiction #choices rod #choices stories you play

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cynicalrainbows · 4 years

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May I just request some sweet hurt/comfort with Breakaway Bessie and Maria?

So for anyone who doesn’t follow moan-jeutas, this fic is for the breakaway LiW and follows mona-jeautas’s hcs for them, specifically that Bessie has periods of not talking and that she cannot bear the sound of babies because of residual trauma from birthing Henry Fitzroy.

Maria can feel Bessie tense up next to her before the family have even stepped into the restaurant- they can hear the baby, shrieking like it’s in pain, even from their seats at the back of the room.

She can feel Bessie twitch a hand towards her bag and then pull it back reflexively.

‘Do you want your headphones?’

Bessie keeps her eyes on her plate and gives a small shake of the head.

‘I don’t believe you.’

She doesn’t do anything else though. She’s spent too long pulling up the other cast members on treating Bessie like a child when she’s in one of her no-talk periods to just disregard her now.

The parents have the weary look of people who are used to drowning out the noise accompaniment of children and the father says something to the maitre-d about how they’re trying to just ignore it.

Maria supposes she respects their parenting choice- but she also knows that it probably means that the family is there to stay, no matter how long or loud the baby cries for. Beside her, Bessie has stopped eating altogether; her hands are clenched into tight fists in her lap.

‘Do you want to leave?’

Bessie shakes her head again, but she doesn’t pick up her fork. She’s shaking. Maria stuffs the last few mouthfuls of ravioli into her mouth and drops her napkin over her plate.

‘Well, I’m finished.’

Bessie shoots her a skeptical look.

‘What? I AM.’

Bessie looks at the plate pointedly.

‘I was just….hungry. I wasn’t rushing.’

This time it’s Bessie’s turn to not believe her and Maria thinks she can almost detect a smile tugging at the corner of her lips- and then the baby wails again, extra loudly, and Bessie flinches so hard that she knocks the table.

‘Come on.’

Bessie’s plate is still half full but there’s no way she’ll be eating any more. Maria grabs her bag but Bessie stays in her place.

‘Come ON.’

She grips her fork stubbornly.

‘You KNOW you don’t want to stay.’

Bessie glances anxiously at the family, then at the clock.

‘We can wait if you want, but there’s no need. We’re allowed to leave. It’s a restaurant, not a prison.’

Bessie puts her fork down, picks it up again, and then looks at Maria, as if for help. She looks ready to burst into tears.

‘It’s ok. It won’t be like last time- that time we hadn’t even ordered. This time...we’ve just finished our meal. That’s it. No one will be angry with you for leaving.’

Bessie bites her lip; Maria gently nudges her arm.

‘Honest. I promise. It’ll be fine.’

And it would have been fine- it all would have been fine, she thinks, if only the baby hadn’t started screaming again as they’d passed by the table- and if Bessie hadn’t instinctively clamped her hands over her ears. She tries not to look at the family, too focused on encouraging Bessie to keep walking but it’s hard to miss the look of hurt that flashed across the mothers face.

She’s aware of voices behind them- demands for an apology, loud pointed reminders that they were all in a restaurant tagged as family friendly- but she doesn’t turn around. Bessie’s shaking even harder under her guiding arm and by the time they’re back to the cabin, Maria can tell she’s crying for real.

It’s quieter at least in their corridor- at least for now- so she doesn’t have to risk making things worse by raising her voice to be heard, she can speak softly.

‘It’s ok-’

She fumbles with the keycard and lets them in.

‘We’re home now.’

Some of the tension goes out of Bessie’s shoulders once the cabin door clicks shut behind them but she’s still not really alright.

‘It’s all ok, we won’t even see them again, it’ll all be forgotten-’

Bessie jerks her head angrily and Maria bites her lip.

‘Well, if we do see them again, I’ll explain, ok?’

Bessie widens her eyes and shakes her head frantically.

‘Not about Fitz, I meant just...that you have a thing about loud noises and it wasn’t meant as an insult. I won’t even tell them that it was specifically the baby. Ok?’

She gets herself comfortable on the bunk and holds out an arm to Bessie, who has her own crossed tightly.

‘Are you really going to stand there and sulk? It’s all over now, just come and relax. You’ll feel better.’

Grudgingly, Bessie settles onto the duvet and settles into Maria’s side, taking deep shaky breathes.

‘It’s ok.’ Maria lets her fingers thread through Bessie’s unruly curls and smiles at the almost purr-like sound of contentment she gets in return. ‘It’s ok, it’s all ok now.’

#six the musical #six #six fanfiction

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modernsocialmediaau · 4 years

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AVALANCE AU

AU: Sara is lead singer in a band called The Legends. Her band mates are; Charlie: Bass Player, Nate: Lead Guitarist, Zari: Drummer, Ray: Pianist. They call their fans beebos. Ava on the other hand is a famous actress with an entourage; Nora her best friend, and stylist, Gary: Manager, and Mona her publicist.

“Rise and shine!” Gary screams from the downstairs, the two are the only one that took care of themselves that night. Everything was going normal until the group caught a glimpse of Ray and Nora locking lips. That’s sort of when all hell broke loose, Sara offered shots and Charlie offered drinking games.

“If he doesn't stop shouting. I will literally hung him by his leg out in the balcony.” Charlie groans placing a pillow on top of her face, Zari pulls her much closer trying to hide her face while also burying her neck in Charlies shoulder.

“C’mon love birds.” Sara throws a pillow at the cuddling two. As well as Ray and Nora locking lips, Zari and Charlie made a mistake locking lips right in front of Gary as well as Sara but Sara already knew.

After an 20 more minutes of Gary shouting and John singing they finally got everyone out of bed for some breakfast.

Soon after breakfast the crew heads for their hike, it was a rather quiet first hour. Sara and Ava are up front leading the way, talking about god knows what while the others are behind them scheming.

“Now that you two are settled, can we focus on those two.” Charlie points at the two blondes leading the way,

“Charlie, Ava needs time to heal”

“And Sara--” Nate sighs knowing how much mending a broken heart is hard, but having had a pile of broken hearts after the other tends to wound an individual.

“Need to heal as well,” Ray sighs

“Okay but you guys can’t tell me that last night they weren’t up on each other or vibing at all.” Mona coo’s looking ahead to see the two girls examining the trail

“So what they’re friends, what if they are—“ Nate is cut off by the conversation the two girls are having up ahead. Ava is currently holding the map far from Sara’s reach, she’s using her butt as a shield.

“Just let me see it for one second.” Ava argues

“Why Miss-Know-It-All,” Sara teases bumping into Ava catching her in surprise letting her guard down. “You didn’t” Ava scoffs, but Sara took that opportunity to take the map and run away from Ava.

“Are you kidding though.” Mona woo’s pointing at the two playing tag with one another

“Okay but they’ve been like that since the beginning of their friendship, they’re both extremely headstrong. Sara is extremely rebellious and from what I noticed Ava is a little controlling.” Nate explains following the two blonde girls still play fighting over the map

“What’s wrong with him?” Gary mumbles, John shrugs taking out a cigarette as they follow, everyone starts to do the same but Nora puts her hand out to stop everyone else from walking.

“Okay new plan, do we force them to be together, or do we let them heal properly and hope that they’ll get together?” Nora speaks up leaving Zari, Ray and Charlie stuck

“Well clearly forcing them together isn't working out,” Ray starts

“Exactly when we do that they seem to butt heads but—” Zari continues

“When we leave them alone they come together naturally—”Charlie adds

“Which leaves us with the question again, do we keep forcing them together? Or do we let them heal—”

“Hey guys! C’mon the lake is up ahead!” Sara shouts summoning the last four to catch up to them.

“Well Ava leaves in a month and you guys leave in 2. Which means everyone will be gone, and your tour is going to last what—?” Nora schemes as they slowly walk trying to create some space as they scheme

“7 month at the most.” Ray informs

“Which means we let fate decide?” Charlie questions

“That just may be our best bet.” Zari pulls Charlie to walk faster since everyone doesn't have a choice on what to do about the two.

1 Hour Later...

“Who knew Mona Wu could cook?” Nora jokes as everyone is enjoying their lunch with some coffee, and tea.

“Well if you guys actually came over for food every once in a while instead of going out to eat you’d actually see how I can cook.” Mona defenses rolling her eyes making everyone cackle. As they continue to eat Sara somehow sneaks away from the group, and of course Ava notices which means she follows.

Nobody else notice the two girls sneak away. As Ava gets closer to Sara she whispers “Hey! Where are you going?”

“Hey, stalker.” Sara chuckles continuing to her path, up a hill

“I’m not a stalker, you just left and what if you get stuck or lost or something?”

“Whatever floats your boat”

“So what are you doing exactly?”

“Wanted a better view, better views give me better ideas, lyrics, melodies—”

“You’ve got writers block?”

“Yup, and it’s killing me because it is literally the last song of the album and we’re suppose to record it when we get back into town Monday.”

“Oh well then I’ll leave you alone—” There’s a pause, a part of Ava that wants Sara to ask her to stay but she can understand why the girl might want her alone time

“No wait, can I bounce things off of you?” Ava smiles before turning back around to Sara

“I’ll do my best—What do you got?”

Sara takes her phone out and pulls up the instrument of her empty music. The two sit for 6 minutes just trying to get the feel of the music.

“First of all, I love the sound—do you have a concept?”

“I don’t know nothing is really connecting to me and the whole album is coming together but this song would take it to a whole ‘nother level”

“Alright let’s start with this what haven't you wrote about?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“A break up, I refuse. I’ll write about everything else but I don’t know I always feared that I’ll cry during one of the shows and crying is—”

“Disgusting—”Ava jokes

“Exactly but if thats’ the next best thing I’ll take it. So breaks up...break ups”

“How did your break up with Alex go? I know this is personal and might be a little too weird to talk about but—”

“No it’s okay, it was in the end of March and my ex girlfriend Alex broke up with me. She said that she felt lonely every time we were together because I was so busy with everything going on with my life. And she wasnt wrong—”

“Alright what made this break up hard?”

“She found somebody else, this amazing detective named Maggie Sawyer—I guess it hurt a lot because we were friends for 8 years then we dated and I just kind of assume we’d get married and do the whole house and kids thing but to be replaced so quickly hurt.”

“Do you want her back?”

“No I dont want her back but I hate thinking about her with somebody else.”

“Okay so let’s write about that mindset, you dont want her but you hate seeing her with his Maggie person.”

“That’s not bad, Sharpe. Not bad at all.”

30 minutes later

“Let’s hear it, Lance.” Ava runs back to Sara from going to the lake to meditate to hear what she’s got so far.

“It’s rough but hear me out,

So I heard you found somebody else And at first I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

“That’s so—What the actual fuck—keep going.”

“That’s all I’ve got so far, I was thinking of adding another chorus like

I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Yes that’s good. Next verse c’mon don’t slack now—”

“Feel free to shout some ideas—jeez this is hard.”

“Right sorry, okay same melody right?”

“Yup, all I’ve got for the second verse is

c’mon baby

this aint the last time—

That I’ve been amazed?”

“No that doesn't make sense, what about that I've seen your face then repeat c’mon baby almost like calling her out as well as calling out to her.”

Come on baby This ain't the last time that I'll see your face Come on baby

“I hate that I can be replaced?”

“You said you’d find someone to take my place?”

“We’re going to go with yours I dont want her to think this is about her in the slightest—then I have this crazy idea that I thought of as soon as you left ”

I just don't believe that you have got it in you 'cause We are just gonna keep 'doin' it' and everytime I start to believe in anything you're saying I'm reminded that I should be getting over it

“I love that its a shift but not too noticeable where it throws the person off”

“Thank you, then the chorus repeats—

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody elseI'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Do you have any ideas for the bridge?”

“I want it to almost be chant like so that whoever is listening to this is getting a looking at themselves in the mirror and my friends said I need to get over the last bit of you and so here I am hyping myself up in this mirror type of feel.”

“Specific I’m all ears.”

“I want it to build up like this;

I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body

then how about, get someone you love? get someone you need?”

“Fuck that, get money!” Ava jokes but Sara disagrees.

“Genius—

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money”

“Damn I am a genius.” Ava nods

“Right, but it needs one more line before I go on a chanting spree—”

“Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money. I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“Where do you keep coming up with this?”

“Okay let’s hear it shall we?

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“That was it! Yes then obviously repeat the chorus right?”

“Yes and thats the whole song. Thats the whole album WOOHOOO!!!” Sara shouts, pulling Ava into a very tight hug. Ava couldn't help but feel good and oddly giddy having Sara in her arms.

“Oi! Is everything okay?” Charlie waves at the two girls and the two pull away from one another

“I just finished the album you’ve got to hear it!” Sara kisses Ava’s cheek before running towards Charlie. Ava watches Sara making to Charlie, and she decides to sit down to think about what to do.

“What was that up there?”

“She helped finished the last song of the album which means I finished the album—”

“Sara—calm down, let us hear it then?”

Part 13/?

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#avalance #zarlie #darhkatom #ava sharpe #sara lance #nora darhk #ray palmer #charlie jiwe #zari tomaz #nate heywood #mona wu #amaya jiwe #gary green #john constantine #legends of tomorrow #avalance social media au #legends of tomorrow social media au #social media au

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