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tonixe · 6 months

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"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

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itsmebytch001 · 8 months

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How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.

Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that

You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.

It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.

Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.

Rio: "So how was it?"

Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.

Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.

Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"

Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"

Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"

Jeff: "No, not for awhile"

Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"

Jeff: "I guess"

Rio: "What about social services?"

Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"

Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.

Jeff: "Good idea"

And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.

Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.

Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!

Y/n: "...are these for me?"

Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"

Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.

Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.

Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"

Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"

Jeff: "Can I come in?"

Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.

Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.

Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"

Jeff: "Hey Y/n"

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Jeff: "just a wellness check"

Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.

Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"

Diana: "We good officer?"

To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.

Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"

Diana: "She's been sick"

Jeff: "Well she looks fine"

Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"

Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"

Diana: "are you threating me?"

Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.

Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.

Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"

Jeff:" Full time"

Miles: "Like, forever?"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Miles: "Is that possible?"

Rio: "It might be"

Miles: "I'd like that"

And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.

You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.

She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.

Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"

Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.

Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"

Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"

Y/n: "...no"

Rio: "And why not"

Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"

Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"

Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"

Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"

Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"

Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.

And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.

Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"

Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"

Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.

Rio: "Was it your Mom?"

Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"

Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"

Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"

Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"

Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.

Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"

Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"

Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"

Y/n: "But my Mo-"

Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"

Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"

Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"

Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"

Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"

Y/n: "...okay"

Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"

Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""

It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...

To be continued...

Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!

#yandere spiderverse #yandere morales family #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #yandere jeff morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #rio morales x reader

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neverchecking · 10 months

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NO BC I ALREADY STARTED WRITING A DRAFT FOR THE WHOLE HATENO HOUSE THING A WHILE AGO-

| minor totk spoilers for anyone who hasn't played |

like i was walking around in it for the first time while playing totk and i was like 'huh the weapon mounts are gone that's weird' and then read the journal and saw it was zelda's and i was like "wait what??" and then saw there was only one bed and there is NO way they're sharing that single sized bed (which may be just me in denial but) and i was like HUH MY HOUSE NOOO

and then i found out you could build your own by tarrey town and i was like "oh wait... no wait wait my juices...my brain juices"

like imagine Sage being apart of the chain and already settled in with them before reader ever comes along, but then when he's away from the chain for whatever reason he comes across reader (probably someone that stumbled through a portal, like an isekai situation) and he instantly finds himself drawn to them

anyways yadda yadda plot but Sage uses the isolated plot of land as a place to take the reader away to, like a sort of getaway, promising them a quiet and comfortable life and really, its a blessing in disguise, because there, there's no one to bother them and Sage is far enough away that he won't even have to hear anyone utter the princess's filthy name, much less answer to her.

ok ok i'm giving away too much from what i'm writing but YEAH!! THE JUICES!!

BESTIE WHENS IT DROPPING-

*ahem*

I am also in denial. But also, it is in fact a single bed and Zelda strikes me as the type to not wanna live with anyone. Especially in this world.

This idea- oooh just oozes possibility. What if Sage meets the chain before reader? Like imagine Sage meeting Reader and just has this oh-shit moment, because he cannot let the chain meet them. Are you kidding? They would be all over them and Sage doesn't share well. Plus there were nine others (More if we include First, Fierce, the cursed links, Calamity, etc.) There were not enough hours in the day for him to get the attention he requires. He's a needy bitch alright?

That being said, if the chain never knew about Reader? Now that is an idea. He could keep them away, all to himself, get all the attention he needs to function, and the chain would be none the wiser!

It was perfect really.

Besides, there's enough Links there, they probably don't need him. In fact, they could move on without him and he could stay here! With Reader! In a house of their own design without a care in the world. It's not like there weren't things to do! Reader could Garden (under sage's supervision), or have a horse in the pasture to take care of (It would have to be an old, nowhere near rideable horse), or maybe take up art (Which would-...Actually that seems relatively safe). He would be there for companionship!

And the best of all? You would never have to deal with Zelda (That wench) and neither would he! In fact, she wouldn't even be a breath of a thought. Not with Hateno and the castle so far. Tarrey Town didn't even have anything that would interest that fraud.

I CANT WAIT TO READ WHAT YOU WRITE BESTIE-

#cinder rambles #yandere sage #lu sage #sage x reader #lu sage x reader #yandere lu sage #sage is totk link

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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We made it! Yippee! Thank you everyone for this milestone, I'm feeling super happy about it hehe. It's a nice gift to wake up to. I promised to do a face reveal but I want to see if I can hand over an old selfie instead. I do have some updates to give since I see it as an appropriate time to share and they'll be below the cut!

But before that, I want to say thank you again. I really wouldn't be much without you guys haha.

What happens @ 600 followers?:

Well, I’m not doing an event until 666 followers (Badum tss) but a while ago I did promise a face reveal so behold:

An extremely edited photo of me from about a year ago before I had my apartment. This, is 20 year old me in my grandma's basement... In a maid dress... Drinking a bang energy in front of my PC set up... (I still own my maid dress if anyone needs me to clean their house for them) I am in fact a REAL PERSON! Behold me. I won’t do a proper face reveal until I’m a little happier with myself as I am dealing with a lot of mental issues as of recent.

What’s going on?:

To make a long story short; I just got laid off at my job and I have to move in January. I do have some requests in queue and I am going to be on and offline as I look for a job and get unemployment for the time being. They said they will bring me back January 1st but they forget I am an adult with no support from my parents so I need to work to live. I won't be taking commissions as I cannot live off of those and again due to mental issues I have been having my production times for my commissions has gotten increasingly slow over the past year. I cannot complete them in a timely manner to keep my head above water. My last check will go towards rent and I NEED a job by next week as I need to save for my deposit in January for my new apartment (1,000 dollars) and I need to pay my last bill of the month (40.55 in consumers haha).

I am moving in January because me and my little sister agreed we would live together for a year and then live on our own. So, we're in the same neighborhood but our own apartment so if we need each other we're still close. Our lease is over on the 27th of January so I need to get all the money I have so I can be prepared. It's crunch time! I don't want to ask for charity, but I do want to express that my inbox will be staying closed so I can focus on adulting.

As you can see, I queue my posts like this so I always appear active online when the truth is: I'm probably sleeping/at work/writing/ect. I have the persona of a chronically online hikikomori, but the truth is I'm just a depressed person haha.

What about January?:

By January I won't plan to move for a long time as the rent is very cheap and the building allows smokers which is a big bonus for me. The usual response is; why don't you quit smoking?

Do you know how hard and expensive that is? Kicking a bad habit is hard enough, but doing that for the sake of HOUSING is not a good reason to quit. My survival shouldn't have anything to do with that. And also... The non smoking apartments are very boujiee and I don't like those kinds of uppity neighborhoods. I seek comfort in familiar and more impoverished areas. And again, dirt cheap rent. I'll be offline for the first few weeks of January and working on moving into my new apartment and I'll be updating you guys once I do! I can't use my PC since... Well, I gotta cut my internet off before I move haha. And my consumers the day of so they can turn my lights on at my other place. I am very excited that I have a new spot and I need to just get my deposit, and I'll deal with rent when I get to it along with all my other bills. I'm anxious and excited for the future. And with enough hard work I can strive towards a getting a small house.

But with the economy? ... Let's stick with an apartment. <3

Thank you for reading. And as always,

The Devil Loves You!

#demonic. milestone #thank you 600

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inkblot22 · 1 year

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Crazy sickening thought but what if there’s a scenario where azul takes advantage of reader? Like imagine reader not having anywhere to after four years and crowley giving up/deciding reader is too expensive and a burden to take care of since they are a grownup and haven’t been useful. They decide to desperate to find a way so they and grim dont end up on the streets look for azul for a place to stay and azul agrees only if they agree to be azuls spouse and meet conditions of his like never leaving him, cooking for him, kissing him times throughout the day. Whats your thoughts on this? Do you think azul would add more terms?

Hello! This is excellent and you caught me on an Azul day. I apologize in advance because this is honestly a bit long.

TW controlling behavior, abuse, captivity, coerced marriage, Crowley being a deadbeat, non-consensual kissing/touch, isolation and being in the ocean at night, my best attempt at legalese, Jade and Floyd because these three are the scariest package deal ever conceived. Misogyny, if you squint, as well as house-spousification. That is a word now.

Grim is way too calm about this. It's not that you could really resent him for being oblivious, but sometimes you indulge your irritation with one thought, "Grim is lucky that I love him."

And he is. He's lucky that you're here, lucky that you're willing to sell your body to a certain silver-haired asshole just so he can indulge on various seafoods, including fresh-caught tuna.

Well, that's not really fair. Azul hasn't gotten more physical than a few hugs and kisses, sharing the same bed, that type of thing. You can tell he's considered doing more, you see it in his eyes when you lay down to go to sleep or wear certain colors, usually dark blues and violets. Not that you've worn much else in...

Seven, how long has it been? Let's see... On your fourth year at NRC, Dire Crowley invited you to his office for tea. Not in so many words, he said that your time at NRC was reaching the end of it's stay. He'd send for you upon discovering a way for you to return home, but until then, you and Grim needed to begin your internship within the week. You hid your unease as best as you could, but when you got back to Ramshackle, you could barely breathe. Grim wasn't present for the meeting, so when he saw your obvious despair he immediately threatened to burn whoever had hurt you. You had laughed it off, promising him that everything would be okay.

You should have known, honestly. You sent messages to both Ace and Deuce, letting them know what happened, and they both felt awful, but were in no position to have you come stay with them. Although any of your former upperclassmen would have probably accepted you, but right when you were wondering how you were supposed to get a job without any form of identification past your very own person, much less a place to stay, you received a message in a group chat you had long forgotten about.

Underneath the all caps title of the chat, "THE FISH MAFIA," Jade had simply invited you to the Coral Sea with Grim for a dinner. Of course you had accepted. Perhaps you could ask Azul for a job in his mother's restaurant, and subsequently, move to whatever land mass was near the Coral Sea. That way you and Grim wouldn't be homeless.

You let Crowley know and he set up the mirror for your departure, even going so far as to give you a pair of potions so you wouldn't drown and wishing you well. You tried not to dislike him even more for that, tried being the key word.

Jade and Floyd were waiting for you on the other side. They looked about the same as the last time you'd seen them, perhaps a little longer than before. Floyd grabbed both you and Grim and darted through the water, stopping in front of an elegant building that seemed to be made out of shells. You were guided in, all the way to the back, where Azul was waiting, in human form.

"Hello, Prefect... or shall I just use your name? From what I've heard, you won't be living in Ramshackle for much longer."

You had forgotten about that. Your memories, up until that point, were relatively positive when it came to Azul, so of course you overlooked his harsh comments, forgotten by the haze of happy memories you had with him. But Azul had always been somewhat mean.

"Regardless, take a seat. We have all the foods you like on the land, and then some." He offered you a somewhat wan smile, "No drinks, though. Sorry. Perhaps we can go to a cafe after this business is finished."

You took a seat and one of the servers placed a large, flat rock on your lap.

"It's to keep you from floating away." Azul had said.

You thought that was kind of fun. That was probably the last time you had that thought connected to Azul. Grim didn't bat an eye and began scarfing down the contents of the table, and you met Azul's staring eye.

"Business?"

"Yes, my darling, business. I take it that you don't have a large window of opportunity, so please believe me when I say I want the best for you and your familiar. I am offering you a place to stay, food, drinks, and clothing. All you have to do is sign this teensy little document."

"Wait, what's goin' on?" Grim paused his eating to give you a confused look.

"Oh... It'll all work out, Grim," You began.

"Dire Crowley has given our little human here a week to move out of Ramshackle house." Azul interrupted.

"Good! That place was run-down anyway!" He went back to eating.

You couldn't blame him for his shortsightedness then. You simply sighed and Azul addressed you again.

"So, my dear, knowing that I will provide for you and your familiar, and knowing that you'll be homeless in a week's time with no real way to regain a home, I believe you can understand how signing this is in your best interest."

You nod, once, slightly hesitantly, and Azul smiles, passing a document to you. It's dry to the touch, but a quick scan and you decided it was better to just sign and get it over with.

Presently, tucked neatly under Azul's arm as dawn breaks over the beachside, you really wish that you'd read the entire contract earlier.

It wasn't so bad at first, he set you and Grim up on the top floor of one of the land-based establishments that his mother owned and had passed down to him. He said it was something of a side hobby, but you read it more as a front for his other business. Regardless, for a long while, things were fine. What little you had was already in the room he'd set up for you and Grim. But then the stipulations of the contract began coming into effect.

Within three months of the signing date, the signor will be legally wed to the signee.

That wasn't so bad. The wedding was ridiculously extravagant, but you managed to wrangle Grim into a bow tie and that was cute enough. Azul was all smiles, but every time you wanted to run, you remembered that it was all for your and Grim's wellbeing.

The first night you went home as spouses, Azul talked at length about a possible honeymoon. You nodded along, too tired from the day's events, and went to open the door to the room you'd been sharing until now with Grim. Azul grabbed you by your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulled you into the master suite.

"Married couples should sleep together, shouldn't they?"

2. Both parties are required to show the other affection, physical and otherwise. The consequence of withholding such results in a loss of privileges.

This was a bit less okay. Azul wasn't overly touchy, but you found that he didn't care who saw what. You weren't opposed to most of it, seeing as his hand was usually on your shoulder or back, somewhere not at all concerning, but he also would occasionally turn and kiss you without warning or permission.

It made your head spin. In every other way, he was very reserved, but every time he kissed you was so random. It wasn't that he smelled bad or tasted bad, unless he had just returned from a meeting, wherein he would generally smell like alcohol-free bourbon or something adjacent. You'd always try harder than usual to pull away when he smelled like that.

"It's just a gentleman's drink, my angel... My goodness, I didn't know you were this shy!"

3. If the signatory is otherwise unoccupied around noon, they will prepare lunch for their spouse and bring it to him. A breach of this term will result in the signatory's familiar being put outside for a night. *See addendum A.

Every day, for the last year, you have walked in, regardless of Azul being in the middle of a meeting or not, and served him a lunch that you threw together.

At this point, you're pretty certain that you could bring him a banana peel coated in mayo and ketchup on a dirty plate and he'd eat it like it was the best thing in the world. Every time you put lunch in front of him, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing a kiss against your ribs and looking up at you as if you've hung the moon.

"This looks delicious, my angel. Thank you."

4. Privileges such as allowance, certain articles of clothing, certain food items, will be withheld in the case of a breach of contract.

This one wasn't really observed by Azul. As far as you could recall, every time you messed up, he would become inconsolable, then really cold.

If you did something he really, really didn't like, he'd "invite" you for a midnight swim, then lock you in the bathroom while you were still wet. This is why an addendum was added, since getting sopping wet and locked in a cold bathroom resulted in you getting sick and unable to make lunch.

"I'm doing this because I love you so much."

5. The signatory shall adopt the moniker of a stay-at-home spouse. They will be allowed days to go out and shop for both necessary groceries and personal effects.

Your "going out" days were Wednesdays and Saturdays, partially because that gave Azul an excuse to tag along on at least one of those days and also because he could send one of his lackeys to follow you and Grim around.

Everything you purchased was looked over by him, and when you got home, he'd ask you about various items you purchased while trying to coax you to sit with him.

"Angel, why in the world do you need... five packages of... 'dino gro capsules'?"

6. Azul Ashengrotto may exercise his discretion to determine whether or not his spouse is following the contract to the best of their ability.

Azul was not a fair or reliable judge. At best, he wanted you to be by his side as often as possible, but at worst, he'd be irritated by Grim's very presence in the house. You weren't afforded much mercy. If the twins were visiting on land, which they did way more often than you liked, and you happened to have really done it that day, they'd sneak in and drape blankets over you.

Azul didn't care if he noticed, and it felt like every day it got worse. Every day you'd find out about another rule of the contract, every day you'd have to lie and tell Grim that everything was okay.

But you could feel it, this pressure, building up within you. One of these days, you'd snap, and hopefully Grim wouldn't be there to see it.

Because you didn't want him to think you resented him.

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domoz · 9 months

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Had the thought that I rarely saw Itama incorporated into blessed eye AUs and it spiraled into a whole thing (fic)

They send Hikaku to tell him, because Hikaku is the only one of them who knows how to deliver bad news with anything resembling tact.

They've never acknowledged the awkwardness of the situation to his face. He's a Senju, he's their born enemy, and they're supposed to keep him safe and happy and content while at the same time keeping him away from his family, who they're constantly trying to kill.

Well -- they were trying to do that. Now they're trying to make peace with each other, and part of that had involved admitting that they'd had a Senju living, chakra sealed, in their compound for years. He would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, but he suspects he's only going to get any freedom after he gets moved into the village they've been building, and that really depends on how this reveal goes.

"I'm so sorry Itsuki-san" Hikaku bows deep to him, hiding a face that had, for a moment, twisted in genuine sympathy, "We informed them of your survival and they did not remember your name, nor the names of your family. Tobirama-san said he would look into the records, but in all likelihood --"

"It's alright." He cuts Hikaku off, turning to hide his own expression because he doesn't know what it will look like right now, "I suspected as much."

They think his brothers are dead, and they're not really wrong. Kenta and Jiro have never existed. Technically Itsuki doesn't either, though he's been using that name for so long that he thinks of it as his own more often than he doesn't these days.

His brothers are fine, and he knows it, because Hikaku just mentioned one of them and he certainly would have heard if something had happened to the other. The Uchiha had thrown a whole celebration when they'd killed his father, he doesn’t doubt that someone would at least come tell him if they'd killed Hashirama, too.

"I'd still like to see my clan again." He lets his voice shake, though its nerves, not sadness like he's sure Hikaku assumes, "Is there any way you could get me to see the head?"

He could probably tell them who he really is. In fact, he probably should, but he can't perfectly predict what their reactions will be. They probably won't stop him from seeing his brothers again, but they could, so it's not worth the risk.

Everyone will be mad anyways, waiting probably isn't going to make it any worse.

"Oh that's no problem Itsuki-san," He looks over and finds himself matching Hikaku's weak smile with one of his own, "he practically insisted."

---

Everyone had been reasonably sure that the Senju weren't going to harm one of their own, but 'everyone' only includes Izuna rarely, and never when he's being paranoid and nosy. His demand to act as an escort is as annoying as it is familiar, but it does have it's benefits. For one he doesn't even have to ask Izuna to try and get them there unseen, and for the other Itama is going to get to see the look on his face when he realizes exactly who he is.

The house doesn't look anything like he remembers it, but it shouldn't, considering it's an entirely different building. There are a few similarities in style, though, and he'd bet that they brought over the old shoji screens and fusuma panels -- but he can't say for certain. All the wood looks new, and it makes his throat close up; not for any nostalgia, but because he can see all the little flourishes and details, and Hashirama had hardly been capable of growing the flower that he'd been meaning to when they were kids. He knows that people apparently call his brother the God of Shinobi, that a house isn't even on the low end of what he's capable of now, but they'd all been just stories. The house is real and his brothers are inside and somehow he's only realizing just now that he's got no idea what he's going to say to them.

Itama runs his hand over the wood of the nearest post and swallows hard, looking helplessly at Izuna who has his arms folded, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"I'm sure he knows we're here." Izuna grouses, "…Tobirama, I mean."

"...I know who you mean." Itama's response comes out a little to weak to be a tease.

Izuna reaches out to knock on the wall and announce their presence regardless. He's was right, though, because the door slides open only a few moments later.

To his great shame, Itama doesn't recognize his brother on first sight.

Time has apart has eroded away at his memories. Hashirama was always kind to him, even when he wasn't patient, and he smiled a lot, but Itama can't remember his face. He can't remember Tobirama's either, but his mind always conjures up a smear of white and red. The man who opens the door isn't colored like that at all.

Tobirama never used to wear the disguise he'd made for them at home -- a deceptively simple seal to darken their hair and eyes, the first one he'd ever mastered so they stood a chance of leaving the compound and being as useful as everyone else. He would always complain about the waste of chakra and deactivate it as soon as he deemed it safe. With it on, he looks like a perfectly generic Senju man: tan skin, dark brown hair and darker brown eyes.

Those dark eyes flicker over Izuna for a brief moment before landing on him and going wide. Izuna chastises him about something -- genjutsu? Something Tobirama just did with his chakra, which Itama still can't feel thanks to the seal on the back of his neck. They don't acknowledge him.

Itama hesitates because it truly takes him a moment to recognize who he's looking at, because his mouth has gone dry and his heart too fast. But even then, he recovers faster than Tobirama, who's gone deathly still.

"Hey, Tobi-nii." Itama's voice comes out rough. He tries for a smile, but in return Tobirama makes a choked off noise, he reaches out, but drops his hand before they touch, fingers twitching. He could have just been run through with a sword and the expression on his face wouldn't look out of place.

"Tobi-nii?" Izuna's voice interrupts them, high and shrill. Itama glances over and knows that he doesn’t really get it yet, doesn't believe it, or doesn't want to. Tobirama's eyes snap to him too.

"Whatever you're doing to seal his chakra, get it off him right now." He's furious. His voice cracks but it makes him sound more like the moments before a glacier breaks apart and starts and avalanche than anything weak.

Izuna whines in response, high pitched and confused.

"Tobi-nii?" He asks again, but does actually scramble to obey, for once. Obey Tobirama, which Itama knows will be a novelty to remember. He bites his thumb deep enough to draw blood and Itama easily bends his head forward enough to allow access to the seal. It's only a temporary solution, Itama knows, he'd managed to convince some Uchiha to do it for him a time or two, when the seal was still new and the sensation of having his chakra bound was still uncomfortable, but it's enough, for now.

The unfamiliar feeling of someone else's presence floods back, a sensation so nostalgic it makes heat prickle behind Itama's eyes. His brothers always had so much more chakra than him, and the disparity has only grown worse since he hasn't been able to train with his in years.

The feeling of Tobirama's chakra wrapping around his, prodding at it, checking it over, is as overwhelming as it ever was. Comforting, too.

"Itama." Tobirama breathes, jerking forward, "Otouto."

They're nearly the same height now, but Tobirama's hug engulfs him all the same. Tight enough that Itama can feel the tremble in his limbs, can feel the damp seep through his clothes where his older brother has buried his face in his shoulder and -- oh, he knows his memory has holes, but Tobirama never cried, did he? He always seemed so strong but the sight of him is enough to have him shaking apart and --

Itama feels the guilt creep in. He missed his brothers, he really had, but…

He'd been under surveillance, yes, and chakra bound, but deep down he knows that he didn't try to get back to them as hard as he should have. It was just… Easier. The Uchiha treated him kindly, for the most part. They didn't expect him to kill anyone, didn't try yell at him for feeling sad in front of them. The longer he stayed with them, the harder it was to think about leaving and going back and having to fight them. And then -- they'd managed to make peace, and he didn't have to, which is great, it really is, but up till now he'd been telling himself that his brothers were so strong that they could get by without him. That they'd grieve and move on and probably be better for it, not having to defend their weak baby brother all the time.

But all the time he'd spent in that plush cage, he'd known they were alive. And they'd thought, really thought, he was dead.

His tongue is too heavy behind his teeth to find the words for it, and before he can try there's another voice.

"Hey, Tobi, is that our guest or --"

Hashirama stops mid sentence, cutting himself off with a low, wounded sound.

He's gotten stupidly tall, Itama notes absently, and he grew out his hair, and even has the beginning of wrinkles around his mouth and eyes.

Itama didn't recognize his voice.

Itama swallows painfully, works his throat enough to croak out, "Hey, Hashi-nii."

Izuna whimpers. No one pays him any mind.

"Itama?" Hashirama says, looking and sounding faint. "I thought --- we didn't hope --"

"When they told us they had a Senju we didn't dare hope--" Tobirama's voice, still muffled in his shoulder, catches. "Even once we found out about the eyes, I knew that you were in disguise. I thought--"

He breaks off, somehow squeezing impossibly tighter.

Itama's eyes are locked over his shoulder on Hashirama, who's tears are already starting to run over his cheeks and onto the ground.

"It failed when I ran out of chakra." Itama's voice has fallen to a hoarse whisper, "They uh -- stopped. When they realized. Captured me instead. I--"

Hashirama been approaching him slowly, as if he were a frightened animal, but he's finally close enough to reach out and cradle Itama's face in his hands. The burning behind his eyes finally gives way and Itama sobs.

"I'm sorry." He wheezes, "I-- I'm--"

"Oh, otouto, no." Hashirama circles around and pulls them both into another hug, but his voice is wavering too, "Whatever it is, you don't have to apologize for surviving, okay?"

None of them resist when Hashirama pulls them all down to sit on the ground right there on the engawa. He's buried his face in Itama's hair, and Itama can feel his lips moving over and over again in some silent prayer.

It's not the first time they've sat like this, he remembers now. The night after Kawarama's funeral--

He stops paying attention who how long they sit there, content and comfortable with the way they've surrounded him.

Itama thinks Tobirama must have gotten control of himself first, he's stopped trembling, but he seems content not to move just yet. Hepulls himself together with a few heaving breaths -- his arms are too pinned to wipe his face, so he does it on Tobirama's shirt instead, and doesn't get a single complaint for it.

They have… A lot to catch up on, he thinks. Them more than him, because his days tend to blend into a lot of reading and crafting and poking at Uchiha -- he stopped pretending he was looking for weaknesses years ago too, but he's a little less ashamed about that. He never wanted anyone to die, even before he got caught.

He glances up from his brothers shoulder and locks eyes with Izuna. He's not remotely surprised that he's stayed but the picture he paints, stiff and uncomfortable, leaning on the wall of the house and looking as far from casual as a man can get. It is, admittedly, a funny image.

"You're name isn't Itsuki." Izuna accuses, frown etched deep. Tobirama turns his head, and whatever look he shoots Izuna has him looking faintly green.

"…I don't think you can go by a something for a decade and a half and not have it become your name, at least a little." Itama ribs tiredly. But gods, he's so exhausted already, and he hasn't even gotten to any of the arguments he knows are going to happen, "But, I know that's not what you're asking, so… Uh… No. My name is Senju Itama."

He doesn't explain anything more. His brothers are still wrapped around him, so he's pretty sure he doesn't have to.

Surprisingly, it's Hashirama who speaks next, voice so controlled and even that it sounds threatening.

"Your clan," He says, "Has been holding my little brother prisoner for years. I really don't know what to do about that, to be honest!"

"He's --" Izuna sputters, going all prickly defensive in the face of the head and heir of the Senju clan staring him down with murderous intent, "We told you, alright? We protect people like him, even from their own clans who think sending out a kid to run messages in a war zone is a smart idea!"

Tobirama actually growls in response, and Itama sighs. He had been hoping to avoid this for a while longer at least, but…

"No one do anything stupid." He punctuates his point by knocking his shoulders into each of his brother's in turn. "They didn't treat me badly after taking me, and they didn't know who I was."

He'd had nearly all of the freedoms of any other blessed one by the end of the first year, and no one had been particularly unkind to him even before then. Most Uchiha considered him a victim of the Senju more than they did person from the clan.

"They sealed your chakra!" Tobirama protests.

"He was still a Senju!" Izuna insists, "Of course we couldn't let him--"

"You're not helping!" Itama cuts him off cheerfully. "My point is, that since the clans at peace now, I'm not a prisoner anymore, right?"

Izuna really doesn’t have the authority to make that decision, but putting him on the spot to flounder over it is as funny as Itama hoped it would be.

"Uh." He says gracefully, "Uh, I--"

"We're not giving him back." Hashirama announces, forcefully enough to shake Izuna from his stupor.

"Wh-- Now hold on." He scowls, "He's still our responsibility, you can't--"

"He's our family." Tobirama all but snarls, "Who you took, you're the one who can't--"

"I think," Itama starts and marvels at the way everyone's attention turns to him, "That this is a great argument for why I should get to move into the village, no?"

Hashirama laughs, loud and booming and still wet with tears. He leans over to rest his cheek on top of Itama's head.

"Yes." He agrees, "Yes, I think it is."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #artisian crafting everyone lives aus more dramatic and complicated than you can even imagine #idk how much sense this makes without the context but . maybe you will enjoy it regardless

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losergames · 8 months

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how did you find the move from choicescript to twine?? I've been working on a project in choicescript but not really sure I want to host it there anymore

hello! thank you for the ask,

preface, i think both tools are great for what they were built for. i had a good time with choicescript and it was a good introduction to what variables can be used for and structuring an if game. if you don't care about UI/ appearance, then choicescript makes sense.

i will be real and say, the move to twine was difficult personally lmao because i had no experience with html, css, or javascript prior to the move -- but that shouldn't put you off. my personal approach to it was that it's a learning opportunity.

be prepared to be 'not good'. learning something new can be a really frustrating and discouraging process. things won't work the first time round, they never do, but keep reminding yourself that this is a process and the progress, and your understanding, will come with time! the best quality a dev can have is patience, especially in the if circle.

if you go into twine thinking about your long form game/project and try to port things immediately into a template, i think it will really mess with you. make something tiny first, like a tutorial game, and when you're ready move up to the long form stuff.

you don't have to do it my way, but the best way for me to learn was to just get hands on with twine templates other developers have made. get a feel for the twine programme, language, layout, interface etc etc. i will tell you right now the second day i started learning twine/ sugarcube i got stuck on how to //open// an imported file haha. learning is hard and it sucks but now i've built my own interface for my own game!

all this being said, you don't even HAVE to build an interface for your game -- it comes with a default UI that you can start using straight away. so, if you don't care about the ui/ aesthetics, twine can still be an option.

i do want to touch on publishing, because that is a huge aspect of if. twine is a free open source tool and choicescript is not. if you get to the point where you finish a game and can publish with cog/ hosted games, then just be aware that you do not //own// your own writing because it is in the choicescript language. you will only own the IP.

i was stubborn about choicescript for a very long time, i still think it has better accessibility //because// the interface is basic and the appeal of going through a publishing house is very understandable. they have a huge reach and an established audience so there's no doubt of your game having eyes on it.

twine has an advantage being open source because no one owns it. plus, it encourages self-publishing and i think that's a great thing to aspire to as a writer! i love chop shop even more now because i built and own the whole thing. technically, twine games don't even need to be on itch.io because they're just html files, so they can be hosted anywhere that supports html. if i had a website for example i could just embed it into a page.

obviously, i am going to have a lot of bias towards twine since i made the move myself haha. i'm not trying to put my own feelings into this because COG as a company was a whole other reason why i moved and that won't be discussed on this blog.

you don't have to move to twine if you don't want to publish through COG, i'm pretty sure choicescript games can be hosted on itch.io.

edit: from @/hpowellsmith in the replies: you can have a contract with Hosted Games to monetise a ChoiceScript game on itch or elsewhere online where you pay them a smaller percentage of revenue than if you're published through Hosted Games

i think if you're happy with choicescript and COG/ hosted games then go for it and, if not, there are other options out there!! it doesn't have to be twine but it's probably one of the better tools for interactive games and has a wealth of help guides/ tutorials.

sorry this was so LONG, but thanks for reading if you got this far anyways :^)

#general ask #sorry this got long! lmao #again i'm not trying to like lakeith stanfield you and scream GET OUT but just consider your options #choicescript just ended up not being the tool for me and that's okay #and good luck with your project! plus i can always help with twine problems if needed :-)#edited: read the replies too! good good advice and insight

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stacotto · 11 months

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*Inhale for four, exhale for four* Alright, let's get into it.

Guess we'll just start at the start, Asticassia is far more wrecked than we could see at the end of episode 20, death count is probably in the scores if not hundreds, and the survivors are basically in a refugee camp. Earth House and Suletta out here doing their best to make everyone comfortable, which automatically makes them the GOAT house. Petra's alive...ish! Mio's President now, for whatever that's worth, Quinharbor is a bombed-out crater, and those slimy Peil crones somehow managed to once again pull the "we didn't know this unethical thing was being done right beneath our noses" card (even if they really didn't know until someone else told them, I wouldn't put it past them to want a piece of that pie). More on them later.

The meeting between Earth House, Guston, and Belmeria is a perfect example of what I like to see in an infodump; nothing is said that characters in the room should already know, everything is news to someone. I really really dig now Suletta handled relaying her nature as a clone, and maybe feeling a little smug that my headcanon that those flashes of Eri's memories of the Vanadis Incident really were a full memory share between the two. And of course, Suletta understanding that there is probably no reasoning with Prospera, but no unnecessary angst beyond that. I like it, it's refreshing. Also hot damn, we've been theorizing about a "Caliban" Gundam for months and this is not what any of us expected but I'm not complaining; it really is thematically appropriate that Prospera's creation would be piloting the machine named after Prospero's servant.

Now to the real spectacle of the episode: The Space Assembly League charging headfirst into something they should know could not possibly end well. To paraphrase what I've been saying about Quiet Zero ever since episode 16; "You may have your guns, but I control all the triggers". You literally cannot fight against it with any conventional weapon. The only way to fight against the QZ Data Storm network is with a Gundam of your own, and Sophie Pulone showed us exactly why even that is a toss-up. The more I think about it, the more I feel we're building up to a reveal that Suletta may have actually inherited her sister's affinity to the Data Storm, it just might need a little push to fully manifest.

Miorine really cannot catch a break here. She may be President, but that pales in comparison to the world falling apart around her. Quinharbor is in ruins. Her father is still in a coma. The League has popular support to dismantle the Group by force. It's really telling that Sarius is the one telling her "Look, I'll take the L on this, you keep the Group together" but she completely refuses to sacrifice anyone else, one of my favorite tropes when done well. It'll be interesting to see what her next move is.

Ah, Elan Ceres Number 5. Curious as to how he went from Ur's cockpit to sneaking around Asticassia but that's neither here nor there; he's finally given up the act (and genuinely apologized to Suletta, that was good) and is joining up with the heroes for the final act, which I appreciate. He says "no Gundam" which does pique my curiosity as to how he's going to contribute - Enhanced Persons are no doubt chosen by the Peil AI for piloting skill, so I doubt that he won't be piloting period - but I do get the distinct feeling that he's going to pay the CEOs and Elan Prime a visit...with bullets.

Welp, guess we know who's piloting the Schwarzette whenever that comes up now; Lauda about to follow in the infamous footsteps of one "Graze" Ein Dalton. I do kinda hope that someone can snap him out of it before it's too late; most likely candidate is probably Petra if she can wake up soon, given that A) He's definitely going to try and kill Miorine, so that knocks her out, B) there's no way he's going to listen to Guel after learning he's the one who killed Vim (even if it was by accident in self-defense), and C) Suletta is still the "Mercurian Wench who ruined everything" in his eyes. If he can't be reasoned with, Guel's probably going to have to kill him, I'll put my chips on that.

We in the endgame now.

#mobile suit gundam the witch from mercury #g-witch #g witch #suletta mercury #the witch from mercury #g-witch spoilers #miorine rembran #prospera mercury

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I have this looming suspicion that Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Haechan live in the same apartment complex. It seems like Taeyong is living separately on his own, but still in the same building as DoJaeHyuck. Judging from Haechan's words in their recent Home Not Alone content where he said that sometimes it's better living with members than with family, he is not living with both of his father and mother's families. He probably only stays over during weekends, but he does not live with them. The reasons why I suspect he lives with DoJae are 1) The sudden closeness of JaeHyuck. In their 6th anniversary content, it was revealed that it was JaeHyuck who went out the most together to eat. That was also the year where Doyoung was busy with solo schedules, paving the way for Jae and Hyuck to bond together and go out. 2) Although Do and Hyuck are already close, they are definitely closer than ever lately. IDK if I'm making sense with that, it's like they just truly see each other as brothers. Also, sometimes when you look at the three of them when all of 127 are together, you can kinda feel that they form a clique, like a little family XD Haechan likes posting pictures of either DoJae or the three of them. DoJae are living together. Jaehyun has been jokingly mentioning non-stop about Doyoung's "pants", and if I remember correctly, someone said it's because Doyoung does not wear pants in the dorm, he only wears an oversized shirt and boxers. Why would Jaehyun even know that if they're not living together and does not frequently see Doyoung in their home walking around only with boxers lol. Not to mention they often share the same stuff, often buys the same brands and couple items. Sometimes they are also caught wearing each other's stuff. Also, another gut feeling, that Jaehyun is actually close to Gongmyung. Fans like to play it off as Jae having a little crush because he's always smiley when talking about Gongmyung, but I see it in a way that Jae adores him as his older brother, that once he started being with Doyoung, he sees Gongmyung as a familial extension, like he finally also has an older brother. Jaehyun's expression everytime he comes up kinda made me suspect that. Of course, you won't hear from either of DoJae that, it would be the equivalent of slipping, so they run with the story that it's Johnny and Jungwoo that Gongmyung knows, when in reality, I bet he is more familiar with Jaehyun. Sorry if I'm rambling nonsense, cause when you follow them closely, you would notice crumbs and hints every now and then, and suddenly you'll be hit with a Eureka moment that things are finally making sense, lol. But feel free to refute any of this! Sometimes I think I am too delusional already but there is always this gut feeling that I cannot ignore XD

Did you read one of my older posts on the topic or did you come up with all arguments yourself? Because you repeat what I said in 2020-2021 verbatim, heh. Different people, same conclusions (deduction works).

I'll make a quick recap for newer fans. (Correct me if there are mistakes)

SM Rookies lived in two dorms: one for future 127, one for dreamies and those who didn't belong to a unit. So Ten and Kun lived with Dreamies. WinWin lived with 127.

Every year or two members switched rooms. Only Yuta and Taeil lived together for a very long time (+WinWin as the 3d roommate when he was with 127). I remember that Do lived with Taeil, Johnny, Mark. I don't remember if he shared a room with Tae or not. Jae and Yuta (2016). Jae and Johnny shared (2017).

In 2018 it was Jae+Hyuk and Do+Mark. However, highly probable they switched rooms after JaeDo came out to the group (i.e. in summer). There were many TMIs and slip ups hinting at that.

In second half of 2019 all 127 neos moved to new dorms (Dreamies and WayV as well, Chenle lives in his own house). They lived on two floors (5th and 10th), fans got room tours, lives, it was pretty public. Afterwards neos started to move out without announcing it loudly. Some left first, some only when the lease was over.

Officially it was: 5th - Do(+manager), Tae, JN+Hyuk, 10th - Yuta+Taeil, Jae+Woo, Mark(+manager). TMIs hinted that Woo spent most of the time with Mark, while Jae spent many nights on 5th. And that there were no managers. Johnny moved out first, then Yuta. Others, seemingly, waited till the end of the lease.

There were a lot of troubles with sasaengs gathering around the dorm building and bothering neighbours.

Now, back to the present. As you said, anon, it is highly plausible several neos live at the same apartment building/complex. 1) Convenient for a pick up by the manager, 2) the building needs to be close enough to SM HQ, 3) well secured, have many rooms for lease, 4) JaeDo and Hyuk have the wish to live together. There were rumours Tae and Jae had flats in the same building from ssg.

Jaehyun was introduced to the family. He is even close with Kim cousins, of course GM knows him well.

Haechan and Doyoung, Johnny and Doyoung provide a good contrast.

In the last live (7th years anniversary of the two joining 127) JN asked Do how long ago he bought himself a synth (to learn playing piano). It means JN not only doesn't live with Do, he doesn't visit his house. In the past few years Johnny often complained Do didn't tell him news about himself, Do replied that he wrote them in the 127 group chat. They talked about not seeing each other for several days during breaks between comebacks.

On the other hand, Do remembers Hyuk asked him to live together when they are old as a recent TMI ("Home not alone" series), something to share with the others as they weren't present. Do says to Yuta that he can rest, Do will make Hyuk feed him meet instead. It's Hyuk's chore to help with cooking and everything else.

Jaehyun had a synth in his room on the 10th he brought from home. If JaeDo lived together permanently, Do wouldn't need to buy a new one for himself. They also can't live together, only two of them, officially. Meanwhile, owning two separate flats nearby and basically using one most of the time is the classic way for gay couples in Asia.

JaeDo continue to match clothes often for dance practices, trips. And that is easier to do together as a morning ritual.

#ask me away #i'll be your morning star #mystery room

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joshua-flipping-washington · 10 months

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I'm going to share some head canons that I'll be using in my fanfiction I plan to write, or roleplay- Probably both, depending on what comes first. Heavy topics ahead, be warned.

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Eddie has a crop top that has ' Plant Daddy ' written on it in big, bold letters. Robin and Steve bought it for him as a joke, because of the weed. But he loves it so much, he actually wears it quite a bit. ( Shh, it exists in the 80s because I said so. )

Eddie loves cats, he's always been more of a cat person. So when he first moved in with his Uncle Wayne, he'd take care of the strays that lived in the trailer park. When one of the female cats had kittens, he took them in and helped make sure they were all safe, mama included. He even found homes for them, Wayne was so proud he even let Eddie keep his favorite from the litter. A little black cat which he names Santana.

Eddie absolutely loves herptiles, and any type of creepy crawly that others would find themselves running away from. He had a Ball Python when he was a young child, rescued her from a man who wasn't taking care of her properly. Her name was Moonstone, he loved her to pieces. She helped him a lot by giving him someone to talk to when he was struggling. One day when he was out of the house his father had killed her, because she escaped her enclosure and he hated that snake. He always was saying that girls shouldn't play with snakes anyway. Eddie was heartbroken, Moonstone had been his only friend.

Eddie always knew that he was different, that he wasn't who his father wanted him to be. He wanted his little girl, one who would listen and do as she was told. Though he refused to acknowledge that Eddie was trans, he had that " If you want to pretend to be a boy, I'll treat you like one " mentality. And he starts taking Eddie with him to steal cars and valuables they could pawn from rich folks. Telling him it builds character, and that they need the money more than the people they'd stolen from need their stuff. When Eddie didn't listen or he'd freeze up, his father would grab him by the hair and threaten to beat him. This was one of the first times the thought of just buzzing off all his hair came to Eddie, then his father wouldn't have anything to snatch up in his vice like grip.

Eddie finally buzzes all of his hair off in a fit of anger when his dysphoria won't stop screaming at him and poisoning his mind with dark thoughts. He'd done at 3 AM in their tiny bathroom, with shaky hands and the only light on in the small room was a shitty nightlight that barely worked. Tears threatening to fall with how angry he felt. When Eddie cut the clippers off, and tossed them onto the counter. He noticed that the job was very choppy, with some chunks still being longer than all the rest. Causing it to stick up and out. But as Eddie stares into the mirror at his own reflection, he brings a hand up and brushes it over his shitty attempt at buzzing his hair off. For the first time he's able to smile at the reflection looking back at him from in the mirror, and a tear slips down his cheek.

This was the last straw for Eddie's father, he yanked him out of bed in the morning by his forearm when he found the evidence of him chopping all his hair off. He shoved a duffle bag into his arms, and yelled at him to start packing. He'd be going away, because he wasn't about to take care of some broken child who wasn't right in the head.

Eddie's chest ached as he threw what little belongings he had into the small duffle bag, making sure he had the bracelet his mother had given him.

That night after his father had dragged him along on a few more jobs, then at the end of the day he made him pick up his stuff and then he drove him to a lonely looking trailer park in a town Eddie had never heard of. Eddie's eyes were wide as he watched the trailers roll by. His father's pick-up comes to an abrupt stop in front of a trailer in the back of the park, and he turns to look at him. " Get out, this is where we part ways. Your mother might have been able to do it, but I can't. Knock on the door, Wayne'll take ya in. "

Eddie didn't know what to do, he was frozen for a moment after his father said all that he had. When he could sense his father getting pissed, he hurriedly opened the door and clambered out with his bag. Then his father drove off, and that was the last time he ever saw him.

Eddie stepped up to the door, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. Unsure of who or what was going to answer the door, his father's friends had never been kind. They'd always been disgusting, and made lewd comments about him.

So, when the door opens, Eddie is standing stock still as he stares wide-eyed up at the man who'd opened the door. Was this man going to hurt him, like his father had? Eddie had bruises on his arms, legs and face as proof.

Wayne had been an old friend of Eddie's mom, when she had Eddie, her husband had kept them both away from him. Because he'd been concerned for the wellbeing of both her, and her child. He could see the type of man he really was, but she wasn't able to see it for herself.

Wayne shook his head. " Come on in, kid. It's about to rain, and I know you're bound to be tired. " His voice was kind and gentle, as he guided Eddie inside, he then let his duffle bag fall to the ground. His lower lip trembled, and tears unwillingly filled his eyes. " I don't know what I did wrong, I always did everything he asked... What's... What's wrong with me?! "

Wayne had never really dealt with a kid before in his whole life, but the second Eddie began to speak, he reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, gently cupping the back of his head. " Now you listen here, and you listen good. There isn't anything wrong with you, not a damn thing. And I want you to know, that as long as you're here with me, you'll always be loved, protected, and seen as who you truly are. Welcome to the family, Eddie. "

Eddie was embarrassed by the fact that he ended up sobbing into Wayne's chest, but from that moment forward, he felt like he truly belonged somewhere. Wayne bought him the best clothes that he could afford, and he even helped him get his run-down van.

#rich the idiot writes #stranger things headcanon #Stranger Things #tw transphobia #Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #Steve Harrington #there's some heavy topics in here so beware #I've been working on this since last year

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nicodemuslily · 10 months

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Departure

(Irk! Here it is. We are now stuck with the new post generator that doesn't like sketchdumps and turns them into text just because... So, I'm sorry about that but, as I don't want to stick with the blog sets imposed by Tumblr (and I don't want to lose time cutting my sketchdump into multiple separate sketches), you won't be able to see clearly my sketches anymore. >_<)

Well, what this is about?

I still haven't seen the episode where it is said that Hotch won't come back because he wants to take care of Jack only now, but I already imagine the way it could have happen (it probably won't fit the canon story, but I don't care. XD).

So, after a year far away from the BAU, taking care alone of Jack, Aaron realised that he felt better, as he stopped feeling guilt toward his son and his ex-sister-in-law, and he felt less stress too. As so, he decided to not come back to the FBI and, most of all, to leave the town to definetely cut the ropes with his past life.

He warned Jessica first as Jack was still her nephew and even if she was sad and upset, he told her that she would still be welcomed at their place, wherever they ended in the country. He also told her that he planned to go back as an attorney, like he was before (because the need for justice was still deeply anchored in him).

Then, he turned back to Quantico to give back the last federal stuff he still had with him. But he took the decision to not go to the sixth floor because it would be too painful for him to see his team for the last time and because he knew that they would try to convince him to stay. To not be tempted, he avoided this floor but, the moment he left the building, he meet Reid (late, as always). The young agent was surprised to see him around and asked what he was doing here. Hotch lied to him and Reid bought it. Already about to cry, he asked for Reid to take care of himself as a last advice. Reid smiled, wished him a good day and went into the building.

Hours later, Garcia rushed into the bulpen, yelling that Hotch's file was moved to archives. Prentiss immediately ran to the Witness Protection and the director confirmed her that, yes, his federal career was over. Furious, Prentiss tried to call him but a random junky answered his phone. She drove to his place, kicked his door but the owner told her that Hotch and his son moved weeks before. Deeply hurt, Prentiss commanded Garcia to find him on the spot, but she refused. She refused because she had guessed why he did what he did, why he ran away without a word. Because if it was painful for them, it was otherwise more painful for him. He created this team, he lead it for years, he loved them like his own kids, but for some (surely good) reasons he had to turn them down. So, no, she won't help her to find him even if she felt hurt too.

Later in the evening, Prentiss went to see Jessica because she needed answers. And Jack's aunt confirmed what Garcia said. He ran like a coward just because he couldn't face them again. He didn't have the strenght to see them sad and to hear their arguments. But this decision (taken for Jack's well-being) was a real heartbreak for him, she has no doubt about that.

And yes, miles away, Hotch was driving to his new place, tears on his face. He cleaned them when he get into the new house and smiled around Jack, but later in the night, he just burst into tears, feeling the deepest pain of his life.

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@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

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Here is the link to my DA page (for a better insight) >> Departure by NicodemusLily on DeviantArt

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lovemesomesurveys · 8 months

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When’s the last time you ate bread? I'm about to eat a sandwich.

What’s the last movie you watched on your own? I watched Mrs. Doubtfire earlier and now Freaky Friday is on.

What about the last movie you watched with another person? My mom and I watched some of Avengers: Endgame last night before bed.

How many coats do you own? I have a few. I kinda feel ready to go through my clothes again and try to get rid of some more.

What about shoes? I have 6 pairs of shoes.

One word to describe your most recent ex? Funny.

Where, in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? I'm honestly not sure. I know I don't want to stay here forever. I'd love to move in the very near future, but that probably won't happen.

Do you like snow? Yes.

Do you like sheer clothing? No.

Have you ever seen anyone famous in the street? When I first saw the Jonas Brothers early on I did actually see Joe and Kevin behind the building near their tour bus. I acted like the awkward weirdo I am and waved at them like a giddy idiot, ha. I was too nervous to actually go over there, though. Trust me, I kicked myself forever after that for not going up to meet them and getting a picture. It was the perfect opportunity.

Are you hungry right now? I am, so I'm gonna take a break from this and eat my sandwich.

Are you regularly tired? Yes. In fact, after I ate my sandwich I ended up taking like a 3 hour "nap." So, this is now being done much later, ha.

What was the last thing to upset you? I've been been extra irritable and sensitive again lately, which is something that I actually felt my depression med I started taking last year was helping with. I was also prescribed Rexulti in additon to what I'm taking, but I haven't taken it as consistently for different reasons and I'm wondering if that has something to do with it. I'm also on an anti-anxiety med, which had been helping with that as well so I don't know. And I already know I won't be able to get an increase in the dosage for any of those. Sigh.

How’s the weather been today? I didn't go out at all, but according to the weather app it was like 93 F today. Not fall weather at all that's for sure.

What was the first tattoo you got or what would be the first tattoo you’ll get? I don't have any, but since I was a teenager I've wanted to get 'free bird'.

What was the last store you went into and did you buy anything? It's this store called Daiso, which is kinda like a Japanese Dollar Store or a little more. It's got a lot of cute stuff. I always get a little carried away whenever I go in there.

Have you ever been late for school or work? Yeah. I hate being late so it wasn't a common occurrence. I used to be really anal about that.

Do you prefer to shower in the morning or at night? Always at night.

What is your favourite kind of fruit cobbler? Not a fruit cobbler kind of person.

Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No.

Have you driven a car today? I don't drive.

Do you have a small, medium or large bedroom? It's too small. I've definitely outgrown it. Or maybe I have too much stuff but no it's just small okay shhh

Where was your first job and how old were you? I haven't had a job, yet.

Have you eaten soup this week? No. That doesn't sound appealing still it still feels very much like summer and I hate it.

Are you a fan of The Office? I just couldn't get into it.

When was the last time you started a new medication? A couple months ago.

What is your favourite type of nut? I very rarely eat nuts, it's been quite awhile since I've had any like I don't even remember. But anyway, that being said I do like a few like peanuts, cashews, pistachios, and season (not plain) almonds.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? Yeah.

Have you put your phone on silent today? No. The only time I do that is when I'm at the theater, and admittedly not always then. Not like my phone is blowing up with notifications.

Can you name all 50 US state capital cities? No, but I can name all 50 states in alphabetical order.

Do you read John Green novels? I only read a few.

Have you ever been to Universal Studios? I went once when I was like 7 and don't remember a whole lot to be honest. We also went to Disneyland after that and that I definitely remember.

Can you tie balloons? I can, but it can be hard sometimes.

When was the last time you were at a pet store? It's been a long time.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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It was hard work making the Ramshackle dorm look like a run down circus. Attaching a temporary tent to the side of the building and making it look like a big top had taken a lot of work to achieve but it was starting to take shape. A real team effort. Though this early Saturday morning Rove was alone as many of his dorm mates were still sleeping as Rove set up the fabric top pinning it in place with pegs into the ground. Thankful for magic to help him with the heavy lifting. He was somewhat unaware that there was actual living residents in Ramshackle so as he walked inside to start sewing bunting in his makeshift workshop he jumped almost out of his skin when he spotted the blonde hair student standing there. He didn’t recognise the face as a fellow Ignihyde student….he was sure he knew most of them least by name and face…. He was puzzled for a moment before giving up. Clearly an Npc among npcs as his housewarden would coin it. “Oi don’t stand there…help me decorate.” He barked, hands on hips scowling. He may only be a second year but he was the seven be damned Halloween rep of Ignihyde this year so his army of minions better listen.

yuu thought them agreeing to live in a rundown house like this was bad enough. recently they were told that the outside of the house may be used as a halloween attraction. yeah, sure, it looked creepy enough to fit in ... why not say yes? after all, that dreaded headmaster would probably make a fuss about it should they have said no. as long as they could still get to sleep, yuu and grim weren't fussed with it.

but they did have issues with someone trying to install whatever they were doing on a saturday morning. who on earth willingly wakes up early on a saturday?

the noise was what woke yuu up at first ; their companion still sound asleep. he had gotten way too accustomed to noise ... yuu would get the ghosts to come spook him awake later. right now, they just wanted to tell whoever was on their porch to run off like an angry elderly man and try and get some more sleep. but then they heard footsteps. inside their house. weren't they told they wouldn't have to worry about people coming inside? well, someone lied to them, then. it was reasons like this that yuu had kept a wooden bat at the bottom of the stairs ; something they had picked up on their way down and kept hidden behind their back.

now simply staring at this trespasser, yuu's eyes visibly narrowed at the sudden order to help decorate. they were forced awake, still tired and pissed off. not the combination of traits of someone you should be asking for help from. but regardless, they mustered up their best smile as they began slowly walking over. " oh yeah, sure, i'll help decorate ... " then all of a sudden, they lunged forward, grabbing onto the nearest piece of clothing the other had to drag him closer to them, now glaring at him.

the bat in their other hand was being shown off now, moving it in a fashion dangerously close to suddenly swinging at the stranger. not just because. but as a warning.

" yeah, right. why on earth would i help someone that just welcomed themselves into my house? you think barking orders at me will make me follow them? here's one of my own. how about you tell me why you're here before i make sure you won't think about coming back here? " yuu couldn't take any chances. even if this was someone simply trying to get help for decorating, the fact that they didn't even think to make sure it was okay to come inside got on their nerves. it was a defensive response, one that was probably gonna get them in a lot of trouble.

#— answered.#— in character.#// violence tw #rove-bogge #( sorry rove but you didn't give off friendly vibes...#so that means you get met with potential yuu violence. )

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I like what he's saying I had a song put up there and he's saying it they will have to make color selections while we're here and finishes they say they have a whole bunch of them ready for selection and too much memory of the past is not good but he says in my house the dignitaries and rulers and in the hierarchy there are their children and they'll see them in their rightful place and I do understand that and yeah there might be so abbreviation work being done and I get what you're saying already in the castle. We are moving on it and mac daddy and some others are now saying they are and we have to tell you that they are aggressively going after it and went with in Harvard might disappear and our son says that Mac Daddy would move his buildings in and you saying that's probable and ben Arnold will be fighting over it. So we're going to head they say and we're going to start this process and they mean it too and those buildings are too old looking it's not what it is it's going to have to be that look so wasted damn time but that's what has to be so he is a degree in construction that's very funny that was our son saying and Mac responding. This is going to be great these things are now working and coming together it took a long time but those who had to be woken up and here they are and we have to keep it going and we need to fund this operation and we're getting some help finally today I'll see that the documents are being drawn up we are making documents for the construction of the palace and it's our Palace too it is the Palace of the leaders in Zeus and Hera and he says it is the palace and it is for Olympus there's just like yours they're your place and we said yeah that's true. It's ownership and he's owning it and she is and I need that. And we do see that it is for our people as well and it makes a difference that he acknowledges his true and he wants to put buildings up for them and there are buildings that are for them all the way down to regular civilians and their places that they go on the grounds while we are there and people are saying hello regular citizens and of course they move out but they are really citizens to start and it's been a lot of that moving up. So they have to do the color selections and things like that here so they want to see the real thing and here we go

Thor Freya

You seen a lot of it but really it doesn't look like it will look like and we're starting to wonder about the houses we were in and they're not really huge and they said it's not the way they fit in there but okay the colors in there went really that great this is how it goes it's different okay

Hera

Some are kind of similar and I remember it too and that was being done by us

Freya

This settles it I do understand it it's his most glorious and largest and he went to rule from there and you guys going to try and take it away and these people are too and I won't let it happen yeah I guess I'm going to try and take it over

Camilla

Olympus

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 2 months

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Wreckless - Sleeping Pills

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I need to google these medications right now.

Finnegan says they're new which is good, my first thought was that he'd lied about his test results or maybe had found something else out in Michigan.

I can't help it, my brain just went there.

I know it's stupid but it did.

He said new but he's being really feisty and I can't expect a straight answer out of 'Finn'.

I needed Finnegan.

Okay this one is for... anxiety.

Not a super high dose, but still.

'Finn' wanders out of the bathroom and crawls under the covers.

I just need one more second.

Okay, the second bottle is a sleeping pill.

I sit down on the edge of the bed when I realize that he hasn't been sleeping better, he's just taking pills so he can rest.

I have no doubt that the anxiety medication is for the same reason, the break-in.

He's freaked out at my house so he's taking pills to help. Shit.

"Finnegan?"

"I can't," he whispers, only his face sticking out from the covers. I put my hand on his leg.

"Can't what, darling? We need to talk."

He sits up and takes a deep breath but he's not looking at me.

Another breath, then a few sniffles.

"Finnegan?"

"What?" he snaps.

"Fine, we'll talk. The pills are for me, to help me..."

"Sleep," I answer.

"Yeah. I couldn't keep," he sighs, then tries again.

"I couldn't not sleep anymore, Emmett. I was... I have to run a company. BUILD a company and I can not do that when I'm exhausted. I called my family physician in Michigan and he prescribed me something. They help and it's no big deal."

It is a big deal... it is a huge deal.

"I thought you were doing better."

"I am."

No, that's not what I meant.

This is so frustrating.

"I don't want you taking pills to feel better, Finnegan."

He's shaking his head.

"You don't strike me as one of those anti-vac, homeopathic only folks, Emmett. Seriously?"

Fuck me with a flag pole.

"That's not what I meant."

Is he not listening or am I not speaking English?

"Pills are great, lots of people need them. You, however, don't need them. What you need is to feel safe and be comfortable in your own damn house."

Which is my job... my fucking job.

He's taking pills so I can stay in my house.

Now it's my turn to sigh.

"I wanted to be with you, Emmett."

When I look over at him I almost break into tears.

He looks so sad and vulnerable... horribly sad.

He's tired and weary and sad and it's my fault.

"Come here," I ask, offering him a hug and some snuggles.

I need it too.

"No, I can't. Not right now, please."

Ouch.

"Alright. So..."

There's only one option, really.

We have to move.

He's not okay like this and even though I don't want to leave my house.

I won't need pills if I do.

He needs a home and if he's willing to do all that to be with me, the least I can do is rent out my place.

"We'll move."

"You don't have to move out of your home, Emmett. I'm okay, I mean... I don't want to push you."

"Don't tell me you're okay when you're not. Finnegan. I feel like we just bend over backwards to make each other happy and that's not a bad thing but it sometimes seems like we're just making things harder. You should have told me about the pills last week. Instead I thought you were doing better. You started sleeping and..."

"And it made you happy. I got some sleep and you didn't worry so much. Maybe I won't need them in another month or two."

He's right, he's not going to need them.

"I'll rent my rowhouse out. I'll talk to Mrs. Lewis, she may know somebody."

"Safer to use a rental agency. I just don't want you to get screwed over. If it doesn't rent right away or the rent doesn't cover the mortgage and taxes and stuff I can make up the difference."

Why argue now?

There's no way I can go into this without letting him spend whatever he wants to on me.

My mortgage probably isn't much more than he spent on this room tonight, it really isn't a big deal to him and I need to let it go.

What I need is to fuck him into next week.

Even better, for him to fuck me into next week.

Why didn't I find the pills later?

Tomorrow?

God I'm pent up and it's my own fault.

My balls hate me right now.

I want to give him a protein shake at the very least but he doesn't even want a hug right now so I doubt he wants to swallow my cock.

He's staring at me, probably wondering what kind of a freak I am.

Who gets hard now?

I need shorts.

"I have no idea what you're thinking," he says.

I don't blame him, I'm not really sure what I'm thinking either.

"Are you mad at me? Because I can't just get over some guy breaking in and you shooting a gun off in our house?"

"No. No. I'm pissed at myself and frustrated with the whole situation and really, really horny. It's not a good combination, I sort of want to scream or hit something but I don't do that stupid shit. Maybe I need to hit the gym."

I bet they have a really nice one here.

"Unless you want to make me scream?"

Shit, didn't really mean to say that out loud but hey, if he wants to I won't say no.

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