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bluefuckboy · 3 years

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Yakuza Dabi x f!reader

Cw: mentions of crime related activity, implications of concubines

WC: 1400

A/N: @themotherofmoons I might be convinced to continue cos I mean 👀 also not edited so sorry for any typos

Todoroki

That was the name of the family you were to report to. You’d heard about their influence, specifically the head of the family, a man who was known by Endeavor. Like other yakuza syndicates, the Todorokis kept a low profile, making their presence known through other means. Situations had arisen and that was what had landed you here, a dolled up offering to hopefully appease the wrath of Endeavor.

You shiver slightly as you pass through the dark hallways of the large, lavish house. It’s decorated traditionally and your eyes travel over the various spoils, art and weaponry adorned upon the walls. The man escorting you is tall, dressed in a sharp suit like most of the men within such groups. His bluish gray hair is pulled back into a small ponytail, bangs sweeping in front of what can only be described as dead eyes. He’s rough looking, pale skin bearing an almost withered look, with a scars over his lip and one eye.

He reaches an ornate fusuma at the end of the hall bearing a dragon, coiled along the many panels that you now see line the walls around you. You find yourself clutching your kimono tighter, frightened a bit by the unnerving gaze of the dragon.

Your chaperone sides the largest panel to the side, revealing a low lit room. It’s set up like a bar, a long counter extending down one side of the room, with expensive looking furniture here and there. Men in suits mingle, casting their eyes toward you as you’re escorted past. You pull your kimono tighter around you as you feel their eyes follow you, standing out like a sore thumb amongst them.

When you reach the end of the room, the man gives an order. You watch as men shuffle out of the way, making a clearing. You peer past your chaperone to see another man, seated upon a large, velvety looking chair.

His suit is clearly the nicest of the ones you’ve seen from the group so far. It’s tailored perfectly to him, complimenting his lanky frame as he turns towards you. In the dark room it’s hard to make out any features other than his hands, which fold together as he rests his chin on them.

They’re inked all the way up to the wrist, most likely intricate artwork, but in the dark light it looks almost like discolored skin. The bit of light that illuminates his face has you trying to hid behind the man still in front of you. His face is also adorned with tattoos, a distinct pattern you’ve never seen before, giving him a haunting look. They stretch along his jaw, even up to his ears with dark ink under his eyes. You shudder to think of how painful that must have been, but he wears it proudly, smirking as he tilts his head to see you better.

The man who escorted you steps forward, leaning down to whisper in the tattooed man’s ear. Upon hearing his words, a vulpine smile breaks out on his face and the man laughs. When he speaks his voice sends chills down your spine.

“Shigaraki tells me you’re hear to see Endeavor…” he cocks an eyebrow, his blue eyes icy.

You swallow, nodding your head, respectfully staying silent. The man lets his eyes roam over you and you find yourself shying away from his gaze. He chuckles and leans back again, enveloping his face in the shadows as he speaks.

“I’m afraid Endeavor isn’t here and won’t be back.”

You wait for him to continue with something like “for a while” or “after a trip” but the man stays silent. Theres a chorus of snorts and chuckles from the men flanking him, which stops immediately as he raising a finger before continuing.

“I’m sure you’ve been sent here as a peace offering so to speak. You certainly are quite a delicate gift.”

You can feel your cheeks burn and you try to hide the blush behind your hand, averting your eyes. You hear the tatami floor creak as the man gets up and your heart starts to beat faster when he makes his way toward you. Now that he’s in the light, you can see he’s surprisingly handsome, dark hair that sweeps into his eyes, which are a shade of blue that has you staring before blushing again and looking away. You also notice multiple piercings in his ears and as you chance another look up at him, you jump, realizing he’s bent down to eye level with you.

Your heart jumps to your throat as you see the ink of the tattoos doesn’t meet the pale skin of his face, but rather rough scars, stretching under his eyes and around the whole of his bottom jaw. They almost look fresh, the skin has a raw texture to it and it makes your stomach turn a bit. The scars warp as he grins at you.

“Y’know. That old fucker wouldn’t have deserved a beautiful flower like you.”

You flinch as his fingers come to run along your jaw. It’s a caress however and you let him tilt your head up as they rest under your chin. His eyes lock with yours and your heartbeat pounds in your ears. His fingers against your skin feel hot, but they’re gone as he stands up again, crossing his arms.

“I suppose your family should be exempt from further incidents. Seeing as they’ve sent you rather than money or bargains” He chuckles, “I think you’ll also find I’m much more charming than my old man. He was never one for negations unless they ended with violence.”

Your stomach drops as you put the pieces together. The man before you is Dabi, the estranged eldest son of the Todoroki syndicate. He’d been presumed dead, but rumors had spread recently about a new group in town, headed by a man hellbent on taking over the most powerful syndicates. You can’t believe he’s standing her in front of you, clearly having reached that goal as his voice lowers to a dangerous growl.

“I dredged myself up from hell, moved through group after group until I was lucky enough to find someone close to just the person I was looking for.” His head tilts to the left and he croons, “Isn’t that right, Takami?”

A shorter man with dirty blonde hair goes stiff at the name, looking down at his feet. You can see what looks like a fresh scar that stretches from the bottom of his jaw down to below the collar of his suit. Dabi makes a whistling noise, like a bird twittering.

“He used to be quite the little song bird. Thought he doesn’t say much these days.” Dabi sighs as though it’s an inconvenience to even talk of such matters. The man named Takami clenches his jaw and you get the uneasy feeing it’s not a matter of him choosing to be silent, but rather that he psychically wouldn’t be able to speak even if he wanted to.

You haven't even noticed you’re clenching your kimono for dear life until Dabi says, “Relax a little, doll. You’re in better hands here than you would have been with Endeavor.”

He spits the name disdainfully from his mouth, but you can’t stop the slight shake of your hands as you let the silky material fall back down. Dabi tuts his tongue at the sight of the wrinkles within it and you go rigid as his large palms are suddenly smoothing the material down over your hips as he readjusts your obi. His knuckles brush purposefully against the undersides of your breasts as he slips his fingers between the sash and the rest of the garment. The touch has you pressing your lips, and legs together tightly as you feel heat start to pool in your stomach.

Dabi leans in, brushing a strand of you hair behind your ear, whispering words that have you hyper aware of the way you’re stating to wet the silken panties that match your kimono.

“You’re far too exquisite of a creature to be passed around as bribery,” His lips slip lower, breath hot against your neck as he makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

“Let me make you the wife of the most powerful man in Japan, and I’ll treat you like the goddess you are.”

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Summary: Malachai/Reader; When hiding your crush goes too far

“Hey Malachai. You busy?” You peer around the doorway of the office in his house and he peers over the reading glasses he has grinning. “Not for you; what’s up?” “I just wanted to tell you something; kinda of big.” “Oh? Got some words about some score?” “No, uhh, Lance proposed.” “Oh, you said yes right?” You try not to frown when Malachai forces a laugh. “Yeah I did.” You find yourself forcing a smile right back at Malachai and try your best not to voice the chorus of please stop me, please tell me you love me that repeats in your head as Malachai turns back to the paper work. “Let me know when the wedding is; I’ll save the date and all that.” He waves his hand and you sulk off, lingering in the hallway but far enough away you miss the way he hisses in anger shoving the paper work to the floor trying his best to snarl but it just ending up as sobbing.

The same is said for him; his imprisonment in his office results in him not seeing your eyes track the pictures of the Ghoulies hanging on the hallway; most of them some variation of you and him together, the other Ghoulies filtering in and out, Lance missing in all of them. He misses how you curl into yourself walking down the hall feeling more and more like a mistake; you make it to the living room, your eye catching onto the shelf that holds all the skulls and other knick-knacks; a sinking pit in your stomach that crawls up into your chest when you realize half of the items are things you’d bought on trips Malachai had sent you out on.

You’re not planning on avoiding him but James appears mumbling about you needing to show up to the next meeting or else; and you roll your eyes only a little shocked you’d managed to successfully avoid three meetings so far. You wonder why Malachai is so intent on letting your slacking go unpunished; maybe he just assumed you’re busy with wedding things. You’d been avoiding Lance if you’re honest as well; you’d gone to the first meeting after announcing the wedding to everyone; most of the Ghoulies congratulating you and making sly jokes about you trying to climb ranks; everyone switches it up claiming Lance is using you to climb ranks. You ignore the way Jenny’s hands linger on Lance and how he doesn’t seem to look towards you besides when someone almost shoves his head towards you. James keeps his voice steady as he repeats that Malacahi needs to see you now. He hisses and goads you towards the House of the Dead and you follow like the lamb you know you are, wondering how fast the slaughter will be.

You’re almost nervous when he calls you into the back of his house; it’s his bedroom, and area Ghoulies only go into when they don’t come out the same, either physically or emotionally injured. You hate how you hope it’s just a physically injury. You’re not sure what he’s upset about, missing meetings with a valid reason was never a problem; you couldn’t count the number of times the other Ghoulies had missed months of meetings just because they’d slept in or been in different cities unknown to the rest of the members.

“Y/N. Sit.” He gestures to the edge of the bed and you’re about to say something when he shoves a crumbled piece of paper into your face, almost pushing you back on the bed from the force of it. You’ve never seen him this upset and you hastily pull at the paper smoothing it to scan over the familiar rsvp and save the date letter you’d packed fifty of a week ago. You’re about to question it, but instead note the check mark that had been crossed out and redone at least four time. You finish smoothing it out and fold it nicely.

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t be serious right? This is the most overly honeyed sryup-y fake love sounding wedding invitation I’ve ever read! Yeah sure till death do you part; uh-huh we’re all gonna believe that.” He snarls pulling the letter back towards him; you release it nervous about him ripping it. “Malachai please stop; please just-“ “You’re gonna die at 12:45 on May 17th; don’t worry I RSVP’d you’ll see me there, I’ll be in the back; waiting. You’ll be up at the altar minus the casket.” He snaps throwing the letter to the floor.

“Why are you so hung up on me marrying him? It was fine when he proposed; when we were dating but as soon as he wants to marry me? As soon as I want to be happy; there’s a problem? Why can’t you just let me be happy?” You scowl at him and watch as he recoils. “IF YOU THINK I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT WHO INTRODUCED YOU; WHO SPENT ALL THAT TIME WITH YOU TRYING TO FIND YOUR DREAM GUY AND LETTING YOU SETTLE CAUSE WHOEVER YOU HAD IN MIND WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. COME ON Y/N; HOW CAN I MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME.” “YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME WHEN I ASKED ABOUT GUYS WHO WERE INTERESTED IN ME!” You match his volume voice wavering only slightly and biting your tongue to scream how much you want to forget the whole wedding unless it’s with him.

“YOU NEVER WANTED ME!!” “I ONLY EVER WANTED YOU” You jerk back half panting form anger half sobbing when Malachai hesitantly tries to reach towards you. “Y/N.” “It’s fine Malachai; we’ve moved past it.” “Can’t move past something that never happened.” “Why does it hurt then?” You offer, your voice cracking and half hidden behind the tears starting.

“Y/N, baby come here.” He offers his arms out and you let yourself fold into him. You sit in silence trying your best not to memorize his face and his tattoo’s, or how his arms tighten around you and he sighs body relaxing slightly when you press yourself closer to him. “I caught Lance with Jenny; twice.” “I caught him three times, once with James, and twice more with Jenny.” Malachai speaks softly and you nod, not caring if he’s lying.

“And how many people have you been with?” You ask, not trying to justify anything, he just shakes his head and sighs. “None, not since we didn’t have anything happen.” You try your best to laugh but just end up crying for a moment. “Come on Y/N. It-“ “Didn’t matter.” You sigh resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Lance doesn’t even care.” Malachai hums in agreement and you try to nod but he leans back so you’re both lying on the bed. “Just relax, just sleep okay.” You don’t nod, keeping silent as you try your best to not think of anything that happened in the past twenty minutes.

You wake up alone, under the covers; you can hear people moving father towards the front of the house and you can’t hear much of anything beyond what sounds like casual chatter. You slide out of bed shaking off the sleep that remains and cringing when you can hear someone drop something expecting shouting; nothing comes and you try your best to keep your mind off of everything before your impromptu nap. “Mal’s? How long was I asleep?” You call out getting no response and sigh. “Malachai?” You continue to call as you walk into the living and main meeting room.

“Oh, hey Damien.” You nod to the Ghoulie sitting in the armchair. “Hey Y/N. Mal’s went out to get a drink. And food; he’s getting Pop’s I put in your usual order.” “Thanks Damien.” He nods and you can see the way his eyes flicker back to you that he knows. “He’s not getting Pop’s is he?” “Oh he is; he just had to-“ Damien doesn’t finish as Malachai comes back in holding pops in one hand and trying to hide something in his other hand as he see’s you in the room.

“Boss she’s-“ “I can see that Damien.” “I was gonna text you but-“ “It’s okay; go get your burger kid.” “I’m older than both of you.” “Then go get your burger gramps.” Malachai grins and Damien smirks. “What did you do?” You glare and Malachai rolls his eyes hold a bunch of flowers he’d tucked behind himself.

“You got me flowers?” “You always said flowers helped when you were sad.” “I said that like a year ago.” Malachai shrugs and hands them to you. You’re sitting next to Damien across from Malachai when theres a banging on the door. “Ignore it.” Damien shrugs and takes the distraction to steal two of your fries. “Hey those were mine!” You laugh and he grins Malachai’s eyes stray from the door only slightly. “Excuse me.” He huffs getting up and vanishing to the entrance way to answer the continued banging.

“So please tell me he didn’t plan some horrible surprise for me?” “Oh no; he’s making you make up for the missed meetings.” “Wait there’s a Ghoul meeting right now? I can’t; I have to-“ You’re trying to come up with an excuse and Damien shakes his head, nodding back to the seat you’d scrambled out of. “So. I’m glad we all responded in a decent time; as we all know. Y/N and Lance are getting married in May. Any objections? I have a feeling we’re not going to be let in the church; hell I think some of us might combust.” He wink and a couple of the Ghoulies laugh. “Well?” “This is dumb.” You speak up and a couple of the members grin shaking their heads.

“It’s not, not when it comes to you.” They chorus different iterations of this and you can feel annoyance prickling behind your eyes. “WHY? What the fuck does everyone suddenly care about me!!??” “We don’t; Malachai is in love with you so we gotta keep you happy.” The room goes silent and you turn to look at Malachai. “Malachai is what?” Malachai shakes his head. “Like you didn’t know that.” “You said you wanted me back, not that you were in love with me! That’s a whole different playing field Mals!” Malachai shakes his head.

“Not really, when it comes to you it doesn’t matter how I feel. I just need you to be happy, no matter who it’s with. Lance makes you happy we go with Lance; if it’s Damien or Sasha, hell even FP; whoever makes you happy, whatever makes you happy; is what my goal is. No matter what.” “So if I said I wanted you to kill someone.” “Name them. You mean everything to me Y/N.” “Then why were you letting me get away! Why did you never say anything?”

Malachai chews him lip and looks away from you towards the rest of the Ghoulies before nodding at them to leave. You sit, waiting as they leave, as the quiet settles on the house of the dead once more. You swear you can’t even hear the two of you breathing. “Y/N.” You’re not even sure where it came form or if he even opened his mouth but you nod waiting for an explanation. He nods back towards the back rooms; and you idly wonder what is going to happen in his bedroom this time.

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mindofharry · 4 years

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ROSLYN

in which Roslyn stops trying.

WARNING: angst, fluff n everything in between!

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High school. Two words. Parents think teenagers are being dramatic when they say they don’t want to go to school, or it’s “prison”. High school is hell. Cheerleaders, bullies and jocks. Roslyn just stayed away. She was a pretty confident girl, she was the class “clown”. She didn’t have many friends, but she had acquaintes. It was tough going through high school with no real friends. Sure she knew everyone, but she didn’t have any friends. Which really she wasn’t too bothered about until home coming came around.

rejection. One word Roslyn was close with.

She had always liked Harry styles. I mean how could she not? He was music student. He was nice and smiled at her everyday in the hall. He helped her if she couldn’t answer a question. Always invited her to his party’s and gigs. And obviously Roslyn thought he liked her. Like she liked him. She was a very outgoing and confident person. So her being her, she decided to ask Harry to go to homecoming with her. She didn’t really like homecoming not because it was boring, but because she never had anyone to share the night with. She just didn’t want to be alone for once.

Her sister helped her with the poster. Which her sister, Sarah, was really proud of her for doing this, for even going to homecoming. Even though she was extroverted sometimes she found it hard to talk to people. She found it hard to trust and believe she was enough. So she hid all of her emotions. She pushed them deep down, and that got her no where. She had no friends and no one to dance with at homecoming. Even if Harry had one dance with she would be ok.

The day finally came when people were staring to ask people to homecoming. And by people she means boys. Roslyn was never one to be discouraged, so seeing none of the girls asking boys out pushed her a bit. She hoped Harry hadn’t asked anyone out yet. Of course he wouldn’t she thought. He likes you Roslyn. She felt crazy, but the signs were clear. Harry liked her. She finally saw Harry leaning beside his friends, Niall, locker. Niall immediately saw Roslyn with her poster and big smile. At first Niall was in shock as he had never seen her look genuinely happy. He nudged his friend, Harry, and smiled as he saw Harry groan.

“How many of these girls have asked you out today?” Niall asked stuffing his books in his bag. Harry shook his head banging his head against the locker and shrugged.

“Hi harry” Roslyn said with a teasing smile. “You can probably tell from my poster, but i was wonder-“ Roslyn was cut off by Harry “I’m sorry, i already have a date” Harry said and Roslyns smile fell of her face. She felt like she was going to cry. She could feel Nialls stare on her flushed face. She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry. “Oh, cool. Y-yeah of course” she stuttered “it was stupid anyway” she said crumpling up the poster and throwing it at Harry. “Enjoy your homecoming” she said walking away.

“You’re not going?” Harry asked with a frown. He felt really bad lying about having a date. He didn’t even like these dances. He just felt bad saying no without a reason. Which I guess would be worse in the long run, if she found out he didn’t actually have a date. “Not anymore” she mumbled before walking off.

Sarah comforted her with her favourite rom com movies and lots and lots of candy. “Maybe i should ask him out to a movie?” Roslyn asked sticking a bar of chocolate into her mouth. Sarah sighed, not having the heart to tell Roslyn he clearing wasn’t interested. Roslyn nodded to herself. “I’ll ask him in class tomorrow”

Tomorrow became today and Roslyn was ecstatic. She had walked to class with Niall and told him her plan. “Roslyn-“ he tried to stop her but was too late, Roslyn already was beside Harry.

“Harry! i was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me theres this new cool movie out and-“ Roslyn was once again cut off by Harry.

“I’m sorry. I have this thing on this weekend” he said not looking sorry at all. Roslyn sighed nodding. “Well you have my number! Text me” she said walking back to Niall. “He said he was busy” Roslyn said pouting. Niall sighed and looked apologetic as he knew Harry had nothing on this weekend.

“Hey! Why don’t we go out?” Niall said and Roslyn looked up smiling “really? You’d go with me?” She asked and he nodded grinning. “Of course! You’re funny and cute! Who wouldn’t go out with you” he said and she blushed before pouting again “harry”

Soon the weekend came and she had the best time with Niall. She was lucky to call him her friend. She was so happy she didn’t just waste away the weekend.

On Monday she walked in with flowers in her hand. She spotted Niall and Harry together on a bench. Niall immediately waved her over with a confused look because of the flowers. She had asked Harry out again on Sunday. But of course he had said no. So now she was after Niall. Harry didn’t want her, Harry didn’t like her. But Niall did. So she was going to treat her friend. She didn’t have a crush on Niall. She just wanted him to know how grateful she was. Call it dramatic or clingy but she didn’t want to lose him.

“Let me guess. You want to go out with me” Harry asked closing his eyes. “No. I was going to ask Niall out” she smiled and Harry opened his eyes. “These are for you m’lady” she said kneeling down. Niall laughed pulling her into a hug. “You can come if you want Harry! But you’re always so busy” Roslyn said pouting.

“I’m actually free after school” Harry said quickly. Niall sighed shaking his head. “Let me walk you to class” Niall said wrapping an arm around Roslyn. “I’ll come with” Harry said running after them.

School ended and they all made their way to the cafe Roslyn recommended. She always came here on a Monday. And she could get there really easily too (she didn’t like exercise) so it was only a 5 minute walk away from the school, otherwise she wouldn’t walk. She’s always been like that. She’s doesn’t understand how she hasn’t gotten ill yet. She barely exercises and eats junk food everyday. She’s not complaining though. They all stopped outside the cafe. It was a retro cafe and they had really good hot chocolates. And they played a lot of music she would be into.

“My sister and i found this place” Roslyn said “i was going to bring Harry here yesterday - but he was busy” she said and grabbed nialls arm. “Come on let’s get some seats”

After finding seats and ordering they all fell into a comfortable silence. Roslyn looking out the window. Harry looking at Roslyn and Niall colouring in the menu. Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac came on and roslyns smile lit up the room.

“This is my favourite song!” Harry and Roslyn said at the same time. Roslyn smiled as Harry blushed. “So hows your date for homecoming?” Roslyn asked Harry leaning across the table. “Is she cute? Or he!?” She asked and Harry sighed “i- i dont have a date” he stuttered.

“Oh” Roslyn said clearing her throat. “I asked you and you said no?” She said clearly confused. “It’s just-“ he began and Roslyn shook her head “you could’ve just told me you didn’t want to go with me. I’m used to it Harry” she muttered looking down at her phone.

“Hey Niall I have to go” she said smiling at him. “What we just got here” he whined. “I know my sister needs help with something” she said hugging him when she was out of the booth not bothering to say goodbye to Harry who clearly waiting for one.

“I’ll see you tomorrow niall”

“Bye Roslyn” Harry said and she sighed walking off. Harry groaned banging his head on the table. How was he going to win her back?

Harry came into school the next day with flowers. He waited by her locker. He immediately smiled when he saw her.

“Roslyn! I got these for you!” He exclaimed and she smiled “that’s nice of you Harry” she said patting his shoulder before opening her locker.

“I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie tomorrow?” He asked messing with the bottom of his shirt. “I’m sorry! I’m really busy helping my sister re decorate her apartment” Roslyn said with a pout “maybe another time” she said squeezing his arm.

This went on for two weeks. Roslyn completely ignoring Harry. Saying no to his plans and not smiling at him in the halls. Harry finally understood how she must of felt. It was no excuse but he was just scared. He’s liked Roslyn for awhile. But he panicked. And now he was going to make it up to her. By singing.

He set up his equipment with his band in the cafeteria at lunch. He knew she ate here. He’d always see her making someone laugh, or talking with the lunch ladies. He had told Niall the plan to which he was fully on board with.

Soon enough the bell rang and the music started. He started singing one of her favourite songs (Niall told him) darling by Christian leave. Niall had grabbed her arm the minute he heard Harry and the band start. He had to hurry as he was needed for the chorus of the song. “Please tell me that’s not harry” Roslyn said trying not to smile.

She walked into the cafeteria Niall running up to Harry grabbing his guitar. Harry looked at her as he sang “darling I’m in love”. Roslyn giggled walking closer to him. “I know who I want to be now. Just your man” he sang as Roslyn danced around with a couple of other girls.

The song ended and he walked up to Roslyn with the poster she made him.

“Homecoming?”

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thefactsofthematter · 5 years

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Sprace and uhhhh theres a house Thats Clearly Haunted and they Have To Find Out

ok i really popped tf off with this prompt and i apologize in advance for how it ends???

1.7k; sprace; modern au; warning for a pretty detailed character death yikes

Something weird is going on.

Something really weird. So weird that Spot hopes to God he’s hallucinating, because there’s no way this can be real.

It has to be a trick of the lighting. There’s no way Race’s eyes are actually glowing red. And his skin feeling so damn hot— that has to be because of the cozy jacket he’s wearing.

“I think we should take turns investigating the last room alone,” says Race, interrupting Spot’s train of thought. The echo around his voice must be due to the odd layout of this creepy old house.

They’re ghost hunting, you see. Or rather, they’re trying to prove to Albert and Elmer that’s there’s definitely no demons in this house— Race had been pretty adamant that they could do it. They’ve been wandering around all evening with no sign of anything notable, though Race’s strange behavior might as well be paranormal.

“You first,” replies Spot, trying not to show how unsettled he’s feeling. It’s probably all just his mind playing tricks on him. “Let’s do five minutes each and see if we can find anything. I bet you won’t last the whole time.”

Race grins, clearly up for the challenge. There’s something in his smile that rubs Spot the wrong way, though he can’t put his finger on just what it is.

“You’re on,” says Race, before clapping Spot on the shoulder and taking off down the hall. “I can totally do it, but I bet you can’t!”

With Race locked in the spooky old bedroom for a few minutes, Spot now has more time to think the situation over.

He has absolutely no justifiable reason to believe Race is possessed by a demon. The notion of it is completely insane.

But red eyes, burning skin, and that evil-looking smile… they’re not evidence, per say, but they’re signs that Spot would be a fool to ignore. He just has to test the theory— if it’s wrong, he was just goofing around and it’s a funny joke. If he’s right… well, he’s not sure what he’ll do if he’s right.

Carefully, he pulls a tiny dish of salt from his fanny pack, where Elmer had packed him a demon-fighting toolkit. He’ll simply line the doorway with salt, and see if Race can escape. Simple as that. It’s probably stupid and pointless, but it also sort of feels like it might be worth a shot.

“Time’s up, Racer! Come out!”

Spot feels incredibly on edge as he waits for Race to come out. He can hear the footsteps coming towards the door and each step is making him even more anxious than before.

Finally, the door creaks open and Race stops short in front of the line of salt.

He looks down at it, and then looks back up at Spot and just stares. Spot swears his heart might pound right out of his chest.

“Race…” says Spot, after a moment, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Come here. Your time’s up.”

Race looks down to the line of salt again. When his eyes flick back up to Spot, the red tint from before is back, and there’s a creepy kind of darkness to his expression.

“I can’t.”

Spot’s heart drops to his stomach and a chill goes straight down his spine. Holy shit, he was right. He swallows thickly and tries to keep his composure.

“Why not?” he asks, watching Race’s expression carefully. “Just walk over here and stand with me. What’s stopping you?”

Race keeps his eyes on Spot, their red glow getting brighter by the second.

“I think you know,” he finally says. He gestures down to the salt with a look of disgust. “You did this on purpose. Do you think this is funny?”

Spot takes a step backwards and his back hits the wall behind him.

“You’re scaring me, Race,” he says, trying incredibly hard to keep his composure. “What the hell is going on?”

It’s silent for a long moment. Spot can hear his own pulse pounding in his ears— his blood pressure must be through the roof right now. His fight-flight-or-freeze reaction is fully activated, and his body has apparently chosen to freeze.

Race eventually sighs, shutting his eyes for a moment and clearly trying to calm down.

“Look, I didn’t want you to find out like this, okay? This… this isn’t fair to you. I never wanted you to see this part of me. We never should’ve come here.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks in a little circle, while taking a few deep breaths. He suddenly stops and whips back around to face Spot, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “How did you figure it out?”

Nothing makes sense right now and Spot is freaking out. Is Race implying that he’s not possessed, but is actually a demon himself? This is so fucked up on so many levels, what the fuck.

“The eyes,” says Spot, finding it increasingly more difficult to talk, the longer he stands here panicking. “They’re red, Racer. Glowing bright red. What does it mean? What are you?”

Race groans and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. He moves like he wants to kick the salt out of the way, but seems to think better of it and continues to pace instead.

“What do you think, Spot!?” he snaps, finally losing his composure. His voice has gone disturbingly deep and it echoes around the room. “I��m exactly what the fuck you think I am! A fucking demon, alright? I’ve always fucking been like this and I didn’t want you to find out because it ruins everything! This stupid place, there’s so many spirits and shit, and it’s making everything worse!” He runs towards the doorway a punches the side of it with full force, which certainly would’ve broken his knuckles… if he were human. He stays there a long time, gasping for breath. When he continues, his voice is much quieter. “I don’t wanna hurt you, okay? I really, really don’t wanna hurt you. I love you.”

Spot doesn’t know what comes over him, but he finds himself nodding slowly and stepping a little closer to Race. There’s something about seeing him so upset that breaks Spot’s fucking heart, even when he should be terrified.

“It’s okay, baby,” he finally says, and the words feel foreign as they leave his mouth. He should be scared. Why isn’t he scared? “Calm down, alright? I believe you. I know you don’t wanna hurt me. I’ll… I’ll move the salt. I trust you, Race.”

Race’s eyes go wide at that, still glowing hauntingly, and he takes a little step back.

“You shouldn’t,” he replies. “You shouldn’t trust me, Spot, after what you just found out. You should leave. I love you so much, but you need to get out of here.”

Spot frowns and takes another step closer.

“I’m not leaving you here,” he says. “You just promised not to hurt me, and I trust you. If you’ve always been like this, it means you’re the same boy I know and love, right? I’m gonna move the salt out of the way, but I want you to calm down first, okay? It’s gonna be fine. Just breathe, Racer.”

Race can hardly hear Spot’s voice over the chorus of others echoing in his ears.

Kill him. Kill him. You know you want to. It’s the only way. If you really love him, you’ll take his soul right now. Remember when he said he wanted to be yours forever? You can make that happen for him. You have to kill him. You have to. He’ll never hurt again— mortals are so fragile, you can take that away from him. He’ll live forever with you. He’ll never hurt again.

Why the hell did they come here? There’s so many goddamn spirits around and they all seem to want to have a bit of fun with Race tonight. Why on earth did he agree to go ghost hunting? He thought he’d be stronger than this, but it’s becoming clear that he’s not.

If Spot moves the barrier from between them, Race won’t be able to control himself. He knows that for certain. As soon as that salt is moved, his instincts will take over and he’ll do something terrible. The voices in his head are screaming now, and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself as Spot steps forward and kicks the salt out of the way.

Spot screams as Race charges towards him and shoves him up against the wall with force that seems inhuman, the moment the salt line is broken.

Race’s hold on his throat is tight and Spot tries to struggle, but try as he might, he just can’t move. There’s a wicked grin on Race’s face, like Spot has never seen before.

“You said… you wouldn’t… hurt me,” Spot gasps, his breath growing shallower by the second. “Race… I love you.”

Race laughs wickedly and narrows the space between their faces to merely a few inches.

“I said I didn’t want to,” he corrects. “But I have to, Spotty. It’s the only way. You gotta understand— humans are so fragile, darling. So easily hurt. And I love you so much, I don’t want you to hurt anymore. I’m helping you, baby.”

His grip on Spot’s neck tightens, and Spot is seeing stars around Race’s head.

You’re killing me, he thinks, but he doesn’t have the air to say it.

“Hurts, Racer…”

Race sighs softly and uses his free hand to run his thumb over Spot’s lips, shushing him.

“Only for a moment, baby. Then you’ll be free. You’ll be mine forever, just like you promised.”

Insane. Race is totally insane. And all Spot can do is stare up at him with numb, wide-eyed horror until the world goes black around him.

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#hhhhhh im so sorry #also this took so damn long bc i got busy but im kinda happy with the result so??? here yall go #now to try and tag this shit #tw death #tw murder #tw demons #idk what else to tag #my writing #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies fanfic

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skizmin · 6 years

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haunted house!au with lee minho

prompt: minho falls in love with the actor that jump scared him inside the haunted house at a carnival

genre: fluff???? would it be anything else???? in my happy angst-makes-me-cry household???? pfft.

for: im sorry this one is lightly gender specific for females!! but the only female not made is about dressing as wendy for a costume party which some of my male readers might be uncomfortable with!! (i didnt even think abt it when writing it bc me and one of my guy friends have respectively gone as peter and wendy to costume parties)

warnings: gore mention stuff but its haunted house costumes, swearing ofc but nothing extreme (no slurs).

yo anyway so minhos one of my three ults wowzas Can He Not?

alright lets get to it

You Are Broke.

your major subject at uni really does cost a lot of money. money you have to provide. it sucks basically

whenever you think abt money you have to hold back tears bc You Have None.

:(((((

sorry anyway

one of your housemates is also broke and loves scouring the internet for quick and easy ways to get money, no matter how crazy they are

one night she comes back with an idea that peaks your interest, probably purely bc your card just got declined ordering a coffee at mcdonalds

“y/n you HAVE to do this one!!!!!”

you sigh like “if its selling my sub topic notes online again, im not doing it. i didnt even know someone could be so harsh about highlighter use???”

your housemate is all pfft im not putting you thru that again

“no!! basically, you get $80 to show up for 2 and 1/2 hours at the haunted house place at that carnival nearby!! dude we gotta, its just to scare the fuck outta people and we can like!! cover ourselves in blood!! n stuff!!”

at first your mind was like lmfao 2&1/2 hours at a haunted house?? no fuckin way

but then you remembered your job only paid you $14.78 an hour so you were doubling your pay in half the amount of time

“when?”

“20 minutes, get out a creepy white dress or something that looks creepy that you can get dirty.”

you fricken ran to your room

you ended up getting a cheap nightgown that you bought to dress up as wendy from peter pan to a costume party, it cost like $2 you really werent sad to see it go

“y/n!! hurry up!! they have makeup there!!”

you bolted out the front door in your nightgown, runners and a big coat with nothing but your wallet phone and keys in your pocket

you were really broke and desperate, youd already accepted it

when you got to the carnival you were in awe, it had been a fair few years since your last one and the colours and lights and pounding music and laughter just

wow, carnivals are so pretty

the guy running the haunted house came in and let you guys in so you didnt pay admission and quickly sat you down at some tables and told you you could do the makeup yourself or got someone else to

you, feeling daring and thinking fuck it, im gonna make the haunted house goers shit their pants, decided to do your own makeup

to pair with your blue nightgown you simply gave yourself extremely dark and sullen eyes with the power of purple eyeshadow, you paled out your lips and gave yourself a lil nosebleed, and on top of that you painted a random creepy looking symbol on your forehead in blood, blackening it our a little with an eyeliner pen to make it seem like it was cut open.

you were lowkey proud of your work

okay now it was show time, you were briefed on where in the house you could stay and you were told how to act and basic rules (no touching, get help if theyre freaking out too much, etc)

so now, you were in the dimly lit narrow hallways of this makeshift house when you heard the tell tale screams of your housemate meaning theres a group coming and theyd just attempted to jump scare them

you hid behind a black sheet, disguised as a wall, before your victims came up through your hallway

you heard some talk of “felix you know its fake, calm down.” before you saw some shadows pass by

the group was big, maybe 10 people? you werent sure, but you went forward with your plan anyway

just after theyd passed your hiding place, you stepped out from behind them and stood idly and innocently in the centre of the corridor before you put your head down and started whistling a nursery rhyme

you heard a few gasps and a few squeaks before you looked up with an unreadable expression

you saw them looking at you and some of the guys ushered some of the others away though one guy stood there looking at you strangely

you just tilted your head at him before taking your OPERATION: SCARE mission a step farther

bringing your hands up to your ears you let out a ear piercing scream and squeezed your eyes shut before running through the group and turning the corner at the end of the small corridor

you heard a soft what the fuck was that and a less soft language! before you turned and waited for them to turn the corner

as they were walking up the corridor however (theyd resolved to moving with just shuffles of their feet) you heard a new voice speak up. it was somewhat playful and honeydew like, especially with the phrase “not gonna lie, they were really fucking pretty.” which was followed by a chorus of “miNHO”’s and “thIs iS NoT The TiME bUddY” and “i think felix is crying”

you were taken aback

did he mean that? was that the one looking at you earlier? what the frick?

you were still blanking out, completely flabbergasted even when the group turned the corner

of course, you were unprepared, you planned to scream a loud “GET OUT!” to them but all that left your mouth was a squeak as you met eyes with the stranger again, red flushing up your neck

you ran away quickly, ducking into one of the rooms dressed up to look like a metal asylum holding centre

“hyung wtf theyre the scariest one yet”

“you guys go ahead, ill be there in a second”

“hyuNG YOURE GONNA GET KILLED DONT YOU WATCH HORROR MOVIES YOU NEVER SPLIT UP!”

“let go jisungie, hyunjins looking at you like you disgust him right now”

a chorus of laughs echoed through the hall

why was honeydew voice not going ahead?

your cheeks were still kinda red as you waited, listening for the male to go away

you slowly inched towards the doorway of the small room you were in, the flashing light behind you somewhat hindering your senses as you peeked through the shredded and knotted white sheet hanging from the top of the doorway but you couldnt see anyo-

“BOO!” “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” you scReAmed and jumped backwards, only to hear some cakcling from behind the sheet where the boy from earlier had appeared

“WHAT THE HECK KNUCKLES DUDE!”

“heck knuckles?”

“DONT JUDGE ME MY HEART IS BEATING A MILLION MILES PER HOUR RIGHT NOW”

“hmm? really?” you looked up to see the boy smirking playfully at you.

he looks like a cat

“aH yeAh??? you just scared the crap out of me!!!1!1!!!” you huffed, amused by him behaviour. you heartbeat still hadnt calmed down

“oh? you sure it wasnt just from looking at me?” he leaned in slightly, making the question seem innocent

“mmhm, youre that ugly that i flew halfway across a room.” though the comment was monotonous and you had a bored look in your eyes, it was purely for bantering

“nice try pumpkin, nice try. anyway, when do you finish with the whole im an ugly ghost coming to kill you thing? youre terrible at it by the way.”

your breath hitched and a blush came up your neck

“o-okay listen here, uh, boy! 1, i am Not a Pumpkin. 2, i dont know you. 3, im fucking amazing at this ask your friends and 4, i dont know you” you awkwardly coughed at the end

he furrowed his eyebrows at you “its minho, and the whole point is i want to get to know you.” he beamed at you after this

you felt lightheaded honestly, it was all happening very quickly under weird circumstances

but still, you muttered back to him a soft “i get off at 10:30″

he smiled wider, triumphantly, “10:30?”

you nodded and he took a couple of steps back, out of the room

“see you then i guess!” at this, he winked, before he jogged off to find his friends

you fell back against a wal

lwhat the frick frack paddy whack just happened?

you sighed, hearing the screeching and slam of a metal door, knowing you had to get back to scaring others

like,,, @ 10:33

you had all your stuff and you were walking out from behind the haunted house set up, waiting for your housemate

you honestly didnt think youd see minho. no guy is that persistent, right?

wrong.

“h-hey!!! demon child person!!!” you looked up at this

who the fuck just called me demon child person

you saw him and holy shit

the haunted house was dark with red lighting in some places and flashing blinding white lights in others, you saw minho and you saw what he looked like, but wow, he was so much clearer now

he was absolutely gorgeous

the carnival lights against his tan skin, his dark hair, his skinny black jeans and big parka coat? you were absolutely mesmerised

suddenly you realised you were staring and he was standing right in front of you

“o-oh, uh, hi?” you could already feel the red on your cheeks

“mm, hey, wanna hang out for a bit?” he smiled at you, you saw a tinge of red on his nose from the cold

“oh, actually i uh, i came with my housemate and-”

“anD THEY’D LOVE TO GO!!”

suddenly your housemate was next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and telling you to get home safely and asking you to not be too loud before shes nudging you closer to the attractive minho boy and speed walking off

“i gotta say, i like your housemate” minho looked to you with a wide smile. “should we get you some food first?”

you offered him a meek smile and shyly nodded. which he laughed at

“alright then, lets go!” he gripped you lightly by the elbow and led you through the crowd, passing some speedy and tall and colourful rides. you decided to speak up.

“sooo... after you get food, whatd you wanna do?” minho made a contemplating sound before simply saying “i dont mind, i just want to get to know you.”

“uh, okay then, well uh, what do you wanna know?” “to be honest, a name would be great.” minho laughed goodheartedly, you saw the apples of his cheeks rise up and his nose scrunching slightly

“oH! riGht! im uh, im y/n”

this time he turned to you “y/n?” you nodded. “thats a pretty name, it matches you.”

you turned away mumbling a thanks before you realised he’d called you pretty

“woAh wait whAt??? do you?? have no shame??”

this time he giggled

giggled

oh my god your heart practically stopped especially when he steered you to a table for the both of you to sit down

“y/n, i dont know if you noticed but i basically sorta asked you out like 2 hours ago while you were trying to scare me dressed as a demonic creepy child, a really fucking cute one at that, you need to teach me how to do that im in awe. but yeah and then now we’re here on a spontaneous first date which i have no clue what im doing for and i really dont know you at all apart from you act in a haunted house which is pretty interesting but you were just that pretty that i stayed behind in a haunted house to talk to you. now ask yourself again, does minho ever feel ashamed of his blatantly obvious attempts at flirting? the answer however is: when it comes to you? no, never.”

he was smiling proudly at his little monologue whilst you were catching flies in your open mouth

“you...are actually the cheesiest person ive ever fucking met.”

minho laughs once again.

“honestly, ill give you all the compliments in the world if it means youll give me your number or something, even the ones that arent true”

you leaned over the table and slapped his arm lightly, grumbling under your breath about fliritng getting you nowhere in life

he simply rested his elbow on the table and his cheek in his hand, gazing at you and asking you what food you wanted

you ended up being so strung in by his his gorgeous eyes and soft looking cheeks that he had to call your name 3 times and repeat the question

bonus:

after eating some gross junk food and watching the midnight fireworks, minho bought you both fairyfloss and insisted on walking you home saying “its what anyone in their right mind would do”

you walked along, him explaining his fear of heights and you explaining your situation of brokeness where you take almost any opportunity available

along the way he slinked his fingers through yours and placed them in the pocket of his big parka coat, smiling at you as you ducked your head to look at the ground, where youd started kicking your feet out extra to distract yourself from the affectionate gesture and calm the burning of your cheeks

when you arrived at your house, you fought over who should eat the leftover fairy floss.

you viciously shoved it into his hand,

“you paid for it and you walked me home even though its late and cold, you keep it.”

minho looked like he was going to fight back for a minute before his eyes lit up

“ill take it on one condition, i get to feed a piece to you.” he beamed at you and you looked at him confused and skeptic

“uhhh, okay i guess?”

he picked a piece off of the stick and held it in front of you, you opened your mouth for it and he placed it in

before it could melt and you could smile at him however, you felt his hand on your cheek and a hand on your lower back tugging you forward to rest his lips on yours, moving his lips against them a total of three times before pulling back

“i know i shouldve asked, but id buy you fairy floss every day if i got to do that once.”

you were a stuttering mess, your mind was fuzzy, you missed the feeling of him so close to you already

“uh-i, i um. wow uh yeah. uhhh, yeah no its fine i um,,,, i didnt mind it actually. wait no, i uh, i really liked it?”

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

minho is BEAMING OH MY GOD

biggest smile of the century goes to lee minho, born in 1998

youre so red it isnt funny and he just moves the hand that was on your cheek to loosely grab at your fingers

“mm, okay then y/n, maybe if you wash the fake blood off of your face and text me ill kiss you again, for as long as you want.”

if your face was red before

oh god

you squeaked and nodded as he chuckled, lightly kissing your cheek before backing away

“get some sleep y/n, and message me tomorrow.” with that, he was walking away, leaving you to enter your house and be greeted by a squealing housemate who had witnessed the whole thing

(you took minho up on that offer, and he did kiss you, and it was longer, and it was great until his friend chris walked into minhos living room and saw you both and started screaming about keeping it PG because there were (17 yr old) kids around.)

finish! hope you like it!!

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castlehead · 6 years

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beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

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#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

#poetry #powtry #pome #poem #collage #hodgebodge #zibaldone #desiderata #song lyrics #stuff

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Roleplay Server Log #289

“Alan Retrieved, A Visit to the Office, Bath Time”

[Notch] It's the people who aren't normally their second forms I'm worried about...

[Deer] - Like Steve? He seemed pretty distressed over it

[Notch] Wait, what? Steve has a second form? I thought he was just a normal Steve.

[Deer] - Yes, apparently he has a second form. It looks kinda like the light foots that NK brought here

[Notch] Light foots? Are they a tribe or something?

[Deer] - No, like a upright reptile?

[Firebird] Those raptor heathens? They stole my pie once. Not sure how they got up the tree to do so.. -Huffs-

[Notch] Huh. Wait, RAPTORS?

[gem] -waddle over to the group-

[Notch] AAA! - At huge space dragon-

[Gem] -flops over-

[Firebird] -Looks up at Gem- ..Huh.

[Gem] learning to walk is harder on four legs

[Deer] Bristles a little at the other dragon in surprise-

[Yaunfen] Looks up- Gem!

[Notch] Gem?! Since when did you....? Is this a space angel thing?!

[Gem] hey and doc made it for me.

[Deer] - I see, how are you holding up?

[Gem] we had to blow up the side of my house to get out of the hall way and I am still not use to walking in this form

[Yaunfen] - I'm stuck human!

[Notch] Human-ish kiddo. You still have your cute little horns and tail.

[Firebird] Same here... ..... Wait. Does that mean Flowey is stuck as his bear form? Oh hell..

[Yaunfen] Giggles-

[Notch] Flowey is a bear?

[Firebird] Yeah. A play on the term Ursa Minor/Major, I'm pretty sure.

[Notch] Geeze... half the server can shapeshift. I know it's aggravating to be stuck, but I'm almost jelous.

[Deer] - I'm just glad nobody is stuck anymore... At least not to my knowledge

[Notch] Um.... - he quickly types in the chat- Is anyone who shapeshifted trapped anywhere?

[NK] Not anymore. There way be a very large hole in the desert right now though.

[Flowey] No.

[Notch] Why in the desert? I thought your group was either underwater or in a tree?

[NK] I was helping Liz with hir little lair thing when I got transformed. We are beside the desert and Liz dug into it.

[Notch] Aww. Their making their own house? That's cute.

[NK] Very cute.

[Yaunfen] Goes over and tugs on Notch's tunic-

[Notch] still idly petting Cp- What's up Yaunfen?

[Yaunfen] - Um, you should let Gambet know where Alan is

[Notch] OH... yeah, probably. I heard he was kind of a dick though... I'm not sure I want to talk to him...

[Deer] - Notch, he's probably very worried

[Notch] Yeeeeaaahhhh, but I don't want to get stomped for having the little guy. And I don't want Lie's house to get wrecked because he ripped into it.

[Deer] - Then what should we do?

[Notch] You're a dragon right now. Could you take Alan home? I can watch Yaunfen if you want.

[Deer] - Sure

[Stevie] Comes running over covered in mud and water-

[Notch] At Stevie - just... why?

[Stevie] - It's fun

[Gem] i'll come with you to help take alan home

[Deer] - Thank you Gem

[Gem] no problem

[Deer] - Could somebody get Alan?

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[Yaunfen] - I'll get!- Runs inside

[Endrea] Looks as Yauinfen approaches- Did you forget something?

[Yaunfen] - Mama is going to take Alan home

[Endrea] - Ah, I see

[Alan] -look at the Yaunfen-

[Alan] -Snuffles-

[Yaunfen] - Come on Alan, it's time to go home!

[Alan] -Gets up and hesitantly scuttles up to Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] Leads them outside-

[Alan] Going home now? -stretches and pauses just inside door- ... -Hesitantly scuttles out-

[Deer] - Hello Alan, are you ready to go home?

[Alan] Nope.

[Deer] - Well I think it's time. Your father has to be very worried about you

[Alan] -Huffs but nods- Ya..

[Deer] - Come on, lets go- Starts walking off slowly so Alan can keep up

[Alan] -Trots after Deer-

[Yaunfen] Follows after them-

[Gem] -follows after deer-

[Deer] Heads towards the castle, scanning the skies-

[Gambet] -soaring over the castle-

[Deer] - Gambet?

[Gambet] -Head turns and homes in on Deer-

[Gem] I just realized I left the gates at my house open I will see you guys later -is trying her best to run back but it's sloppy-

[Deer] - Be careful Gem!

[Gambet] -Glides down to Deer, spotting Alan-

[Deer] Waits patiently-

[Gambet] -As he draws near- What are you doing with it? -Squints at Deer as he lands-

[Alan] I was adventuring! She brought me back! -Scrambles up to Gambet and tries to scale up one of his legs-

[Gambet] Oh.

[Deer] - I believe xe spent most of the day with Endrea and her children

[Gambet] -Squints a bit at Deer- Ah.. so it was having a very productive day without telling me where it was going. -Cranes neck to give Alan an unamused look-

[Alan] You were asleep!

[Deer] Smiles a little- Yaunfen's at the adventuring stage too

[Yaunfen] - I like adventure!

[Gambet] Adventuring would be fine if it told me first. Just could have woken me up, Alan.

[Alan] You're grumpy when you're woken up.

[Gambet] ... -Sigh- True.. A note, at least.

[Deer] - Don't worry, there's plenty of adults around to keep an eye on them

[Gambet] Either way, I'll be taking it home now. Say goodbye, Alan.

[Alan] Bye!

[Deer] - Good bye

[Yaunfen] - Bye bye!

[Gambet] -Makes sure Alan is snug on his back before turning and flying off-

[Stevie] Is still splashing in puddles-

[CP] Irritated tail flicks in Notch's arms-

[Notch] Looks down at him- Just focus on your little brother being happy and settle down.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Stevie] Trips and falls into a particularly big puddle-

[Notch] checks on him- You're a mess. I think it's gonna be bathtime for you soon.

[Stevie] Giggles and runs towards Notch-

[Notch] Careful there, the cobbles can be slippery!

[Stevie] Hugs Notch's legs and looks up with a big smile- I love you father

[Notch] Smiles warmly- I love you too, even when you're a muddy mess.

[Stevie] Sneezes-

[CP] Squirms-

[Notch] Yeah... warm water bath.

[CP] Squirms harder-

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[Notch] Looks back at the house - Um... Lie doesn't have a warm tub, or one at all, does she? Darn it... I've been putting off working in the basement and mines not done... - kinda deflates- I guess we're going to the castle... And Cp, stop squirming! - looks back- Hey Lie? Flux, is Lie awake?

[Flux] - Somewhat

[Notch] Hmmm..... I think I still have it... -Walks to the door- Hey Flux, I don't want to track mud in the house. Can you look in my trunk by the bed for that basket TLOT dropped off? Stick a wool square in it, I'll just carry Lie.

[Flux] Looks around and finds the basket. Putting the wool in before carefully picking Lie up and putting her in the basket- Here, I'll carry her

[Notch] Thank you. Come on Stevie, let's go.

[Stevie] - Okay- He reaches up for Notch's hand

[Notch] Sniffs a bit. - Cp? when was the last time you bathed? Actually I have an idea! - he kneels down and holds Cp out to Stevie. - Do you want to carry your brother? I'm sure you've ridden on his shoulders lots of times. You can be the big brother today.

[Stevie] Gasp and wide eyes as he reaches for his brother who goes limp in his arms-

[CP] Murder eyes at Notch-

[Lie] Snickers from basket-

[Notch] Corrects Stevie's hold so Cp is comfortable and resumes leading with a happy little whistle

[CP] Would spit a fire ball at Notch if he thought he could get away with it-

[Notch] Jumps a little as his phone rings.

-There are two female voices on the other end as he picks up. They're obviously on speaker phone -

[Notch] Hello?

[Dofta] Way too excited- Fangbo told me your son is temporarily a little kid?!

[Fangbo] She wants to see.

[Notch] Weighs how much shit he'll be in later and makes a snap decision, he swings around quick and takes a photo with his phone of the muddy child happily cradling his catified brother. There's an answering loud chorus of AWWWWWWWWWWWW from the phone-

[Stevie] Tilts head curiously- Father what did you do?

[Lie] Peeks over the edge of the basket to check on her husband-

[Flux] Just smiles at the brothers-

[Notch] My friends heard you were a cute kid and wanted to see. Cuteness confirmed.

-Small amount of soft giggling from the phone-

[Dofta] He's adorable.

[Stevie] Gets closer and yells- Hi!

[CP] Ears flatten a little at the loudness-

[Dofta] Hi yourself! You look like you've had a fun day playing outside.

[Stevie] - Uh huh! We're going to go take a bath!

[Fangbo] Don't you have one in the house?

[Flux] - It's still in the process of being made

[Dofta] Who else is there?

[Notch] Stammers a little bit - That's my girlfriend Flux. - You can hear the smile in his voice-

[Flux] - It's a pleasure to meet you

[Dofta] Hang on a sec- theres a click and a picture pops up on the phone of Fangbo and Dofta waving in a selfie. Behind them is part of the office.

[Notch] Turns it so she can see and points to them. - This is Dofta and here's Fangbo-

[Flux] - And your relation to them?

[Notch] They helped build the game. They're programmers. Old coworkers and friends.

[Dofta] Aww

[Flux] - Ah, so from your world

[Lie] Stretches and rolls over- I'm so comfy right now

[Notch] Can I... send them a picture of you?

[Flux] - Of course

[Notch] Grins and moves around her a little to get a flattering angle. He snaps a pic and sends it.

[Fangbo] That's your girlfriend? She's so elegant!

[Dofta] And she's a server?!

[Flux] - Yes, I was made from CP and Stevie's original seed

[Dofta] It's just... and we thought it was just a game...

[Fangbo] No one ever expected it would be able to create artifical life. Not just once, but in multiple ways?!

[Dofta] I see cat paws? Are you carrying a cat in a basket?

[Flux] - That would be Lie

[Lie] - Tell them I say hi

[Notch] That's Lie, she says hello. we're all a bit out of sorts with this bad update.

[Dofta] So I heard. I can get you a clean copy straight from the mainframe, but someone will have to come get it.

[Lie] - CP or I could sneak out as a cat...

[Notch] We'll still have to find Doc to get it patched in though...

[Lie] - Good point, so let's wait on that a bit

[Stevie] - Father? I feel mud in my underwear...

[Notch] You could get it and just hang onto it for now. We will need it. I'm sorry Stevie, let's walk and talk.

[Lie] - Do they have it ready now?

[Dofta] I'll go find a flash drive. Give me a minute.

[Fangbo] I'm staying on the line, you can use my computer to come out if you want. My laptop is on Dofta's desk-

[Lie] - Coast is clear?

[Fangbo] We're in a closed office. It's okay. Dofta just went down the hall, the mainframes near the rotunda.

[Lie] Stands up- CP? A bit of help?

[CP] Huffs a little but creates an opening for his wife-

[Lie] Jumps through and ends up on the desk-

[Fangbo] Awww, you're so fluffy and cute.

-There are several new pokemon dolls on Dofta's shelves and she's also aquired a spider plant.

[Lie] Purrs a little- Thank you

[Fangbo] Sorry about the update. I don't know how the bad copies got into the mix.

[Lie] - Well sometimes Doc can be impatient

[Dofta] Comes back with a rather fragrant ham and cheese sandwich and a tiny green flash drive. - OH! You're so adorable! I've got it right here! I even brought you a sandwich for your trip.

[Lie] - Thank you, but in this form I only have room for one item in my inventory

[Jeb] Pokes his head in and starts to say something, but it's cut off by a squeak of fear at the sight of the cat-

[Lie] Crouch down and butt twitch before leaping at Jeb-

[Jeb] AAAAA!

[Notch] What's going on out there!?

[Lie] - Tell him bitchy cat

[Fangbo]- Holy shit!

[Dofta] Lie says bitchy cat?

[Notch] Oh dear....

[Lie] - It's fun to do that

[Jeb] Is on the floor in the hallway- Ow....

[Lie] Jumps back up on the desk-

[Dofta] Tell you what, take my kerchief - She lays the drive and the wrapped sandwich in the middle of a small floral scarf and ties the corners into a neat bundle-

[Jeb] From the floor- What are we giving them now?

[Fangbo] Just a snapshot copy.

[Jeb] Thumbs up but doesn't get up-

[Lie] Picks the bundle up delicately in her mouth- Thank you, is there anything you guys need?

[Dofta] Nah. I hope this helps out.

[Fangbo] Grins- Just send us more cute pictures.

[Lie] - Okay, we will- Hops back through the still open portal and into the basket

[CP] Closes the opening-

[Notch] Thanks guys. I'm going to go take my kids and get them cleaned up. I'll call you back when the hub-bub is over.

[CP] - I'm not a kid!

[Notch] How do you figure? I'm still older then you.

[CP] Grumbles and lays a bit flatter-

[Notch] Gives him a pat on the head. - I'm not rubbing your nose in it. Feel loved dammit. - He opens the side door to Doc's house and looks around the room. - There's a shower in here, but we should probably use the low pools in the lab, they're bigger and heated.

[Stevie] - We're going swimming?

[Notch] You can swim in it if you want. They're decently large. - heads down the steps- It's so quiet...

[Flux] - I wonder where everybody is...

[Notch] Deerheart is likely either hiding with Doc or looking for them, apart from that, I don't know. - The door gives a squeaky groan as he heads down the hall.

[Lie] - Who knows where Steve and TLOT are...

[Notch] Comforting eachother I hope. Whoops! - He steps on the button and the armor stand pops up from the floor and wobbles into a standing pose.

[Stevie] Jumps in surprise and almost drops CP. He whimpers a little-

[Notch] It's okay Stevie! You know Doc has a weird sense of humor.

[Stevie] Holds his brother a bit closer- Okay...

[Notch] Glances at the caged Endermites and bouncing slimes as they pass. - There it is. And thank goodness. I'm a muddy mess.

[Stevie] - No I am!

[Lie] Pops up to look over the edge of the basket- I think you both are

[Notch] Let me have Cp so you can strip off. - Reaches for him-

[CP] The moment he's out of Stevie's arm he starts trying to escape-

[Stevie] Is just throwing his muddy clothes everywhere-

[Notch] OW OW OW Cut it out or I'll just toss you in the lava side!

[Lie] - That would be bad, he's not fireproof like this

[Stevie] Standing stark naked and still covered in mud- I'm ready!

[Flux] Sets down some carpet near the edge of the pool and sits down with Lie-

[Notch] Freezes- He's NOT? -looks down at the cat- Oh geeze.... I'm sorry Cp... You know I wouldn't hurt you. -winces- Even though you're hurting me! OW!

[CP] - I will murder you if you put me in that water!

[Notch] Go ahead and get in Stevie. And Cp, you're filthy. Do you really want to lick that all off?!

[CP] - Who says I lick anything other than my mate?

[Stevie] Jumps in and it's up to about mid chest on him-

[Notch] Exactly- He casts about for a moment but it's impossible to hang onto Cp and get his clothes off. With a resigned sigh he hops in fully clothed and still holding Cp.

[CP] Loud angry cat noises as he tries to scramble for the edge of the tub-

[Stevie] - Father you're silly!

[Notch] My hands are just full of angry cat! - He's trying to get Cp moderately clean at least. The water is nice and warm.

[Lie] Snickers from her basket-

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