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libra-cant-just-dance · 10 months

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My “Official” Review of the Enter the Danceverses maps

Disclaimer: all of this is purely my opinion as someone who just recently got into the fandom, can’t dance, and has only played three games. In no way so I think any of the following is “right”, it’s all just personal opinion. Also I love all the maps so even the ones I like less I still love. Also this was originally written for an audience of my friends who know nothing about this game.

Can’t Stop The Feeling

A cute, simple intro to the danceverses and the story mode playlist. The whole thing of starting out live action and having our main character be pulled into the world of Just Dance is fun, makes you feel like you’re along on the journey. Is it a little bit terrifying to watch this strange blue man reach through a TV screen and kidnap this girl? Kind of, but you get used to it. He’s wonderful. You get this nice little montage of Wanderlust showing Sara around the verses and meeting cameo coaches from older maps. Also great that you can play as Sara or Wanderlust. Always a bonus for playing as Wanderlust.

Honestly i don’t find myself coming back to this map that often, but that’s probably because I prefer the alternate version. The choreo is very simple and I just don’t find it as fun. But the simple choreo makes it easy and a perfect way to start out the playlist and “introduce” the player to the world of Just Dance. You’re having fun doing this silly little dance, then suddenly all your new friends get kidnapped and we have a plot hook. It works great. Bonus points for Wanderlust doing that one move I really like from the alternate version at one point.

I will say, as much as I love being able to play as him in this map, I feel like that’s part of the reason I can’t get too attached to Sara. I don’t usually get super into main protagonists already, and since this isnt’ a solo song for her, I’m never forced to play as her (except in If You Wanna Party, but that one has all the characters in it so even when I’m playing as her I’m barely paying attention to her). When I do actually watch her dance, her style is really cute and I think she’s adorable and fun. But I just can’t get into her as much when Wanderlust is RIGHT there.

Can’t Stop The Feeling- Danceverses Prince Version

The best. I come back to this one all the time, I’m actively trying to learn to do it properly. Technically this isn’t part of the Enter the Danceverses playlist, it’s a separate map. But I don’t care, I love this map, I love Wanderlust, I wanna talk about it. That’s my boy. This map is great. I guess the only downside is it’s not as cinematic as some other newer maps? The background stays mostly the same the whole time. And it’s hard. But that just makes it more of a challenge. It IS the alternate version for a reason, of course it’s gonna be hard.

Starting out with a shot of The Traveler and Si’ha Nova to make it clear that they’re Wanderlust’s parents, perfect. Gorgeous. Wanderlust is just. So silly. Even though it’s hard, the choreo is SO fun to do. Bonus points for that little pose he does that I love, especially the time when he does it and then he does a little nod I LOVE that. This whole map just has the energy of dancing alone in your room having a good time and even though I’m dying by the end of it it makes me so happy. I hear this song in the car and think about this map and replay it several times and it’s a wonder I haven’t crashed yet. I love this map. I want to say more about it, but it really just comes down to “Look at him. He’s so silly. This is great. I love it.”

Witch

Great introduction to our antagonist. Obviously, this map slays. The Night Swan slays. No questions here. She has such a good aesthetic going on, and even though I hate her, I can’t deny it. She does in fact slay. That costume! That background! The way it changes throughout the song where it’s just her throne room in the beginning and by the end it’s full of Swan Soldiers being sent out through a billion portals! The shot with the eye in the beginning makes me feel like I’m about to watch an early 2000s punk rock music video, but it’s still cool.

My favorite shot of course is her sitting in the throne with Jack standing next to her. That shot just. Oh my god. It’s perfect. Him standing there like a knight next to his horrible mother who doesn’t deserve him. Someone save this boy. I wish he was more in the map even just in the background, but I don’t know what he would do. They’re not gonna just pay Mickael to stand there in sweating in the background in full costume for no reason. Actually there really isn’t a reason for Jack to be in the rest of the map, I just like to see him.

Getting back to the actual map, I honestly don’t like this one that much? Like it’s good, it’s just not for me. She does a lot of spooky wavey arms movements which are cool, but it’s just not my style. I don’t find it that fun, but that’s not a criticism of the map. It does, again, slay.

Physical

Love this one. Fun and funky map, good song, good vibes. It’s also got some funky camerawork! Man I’m so in love with how much better Just Dance maps have gotten over the years, it’s not always just a static camera pointed head-on at a dancer. Quick shoutout to Wanderlust’s face when he runs through the portal at the end, but I need to stop just talking about Wanderlust for every song. He’s only there for two seconds. I love the implication that Brezziana is an aerobic dance class instructor who just sets up a boombox in public places and lures people into flash mobs. She’s so great.

The dance is SO fun, but it’s an actual workout. I have to rest for like fifteen minutes after doing just this one song. While Can’t Stop The Feeling Danceverses Prince Version is “Wow this makes me so tired but it’s FUN!”, Physical is “Wow this is fun but it makes me SO TIRED!”. I wish I could do this map over and over again but I physically can’t (pun not intended but welcome anyway). I love the choreo, I love the energy. Even while I feel like I’m dying, Brezziana’s making everyone have so much fun it makes me determined to make it to the end. If she was a real exercise class instructor, would I actually take her class? Probably not, I’m really lazy. But I’d definitely consider it, and that’s saying something. God I love this map and it frustrates me that I can’t do it that often (at least if I want to play multiple songs in a row).

Rather Be

This one’s SO cool. Mihaly is awesome, the map is gorgeous, the vibe is excellent. I LOVE the choreo, the only problem is it’s hard. It’s so cool to watch and I wish I could follow along, but it’s just so hard. This has got to be one of my favorite choreos in the game, I just love Mihaly’s style and the way they go all these funky moves so quickly! My only other complaint is did they really have to decide that their zen magic dance temple is run by a giant anthropomorphic panda named Master Panda? It’s just… yeah. I guess in their defense the panda is kind of the mascot of Just Dance so if there was gonna be a master of Just Dance’s version of the force it would make sense for it to be a panda? Oh well, it’s definitely not the most poor taste decision the game has made in it’s history. Some older maps are… something. On the bright side, Mihaly is basically canonically nonbinary!! They’re SO cool. Or maybe I just like the red and blue color scheme. And the funky glasses. So basically, I love this map, I just don’t play it that often because I just can’t keep up with it.

Locked Out Of Heaven

Okay this one is going to pain me to review. I love Jack Rose with my entire heart. And that initially made me too biased about this map, but I think I can give it an honest review now. Still, we’re gonna start with the good things. First of all, Jack Rose. Duh. Look at him. The red suit, the gold, the earrings, literally everything about this character design is a personal attack on me. I love him. And he’s angsty?? This is a perfect boy! Literally the quote on his character avatar is “With a mother like mine, who needs enemies?”. That’s SO dramatic.

The map also tells his backstory SO well. It’s gotta be hard to tell a whole story like this in a JUST DANCE MAP. Right from the start you get baby Jack Rose practicing and then his mom in the doorway in a spooky silhouette being all disappointed in him, and then the transition where suddenly he’s an adult now and just the look on his FACE tells you everything. You can see how the pressure from his mother made him lose all the childhood happiness and he’s just so serious about everything now. Of COURSE he takes this so seriously, all his mother cares about is perfection so if he’s going to have this one thing that he’s good at (performing) he has to be PERFECT at it! He won’t get his mother’s love otherwise! And at the end of the map, even after he’s given this amazing performance to his thousands of adoring fans, she STILL isn’t impressed by him! He works so hard all the time just to please her and nothing will ever be good enough for her! Who knew you could get that much emotion from Just Dance!! Just watching it you see how good he’s gotten at performing but you wonder “at what cost?”!

And the use of the song! I LOVE when Just Dance can take a song and completely recontextualize it for a map. At first glance, okay, yeah. Locked Out Of Heaven is a good typical popstar heartthrob kinda song for him to perform. But when you think about it for way longer than anyone needs to be thinking about a Just Dance map like I have, it’s brilliant. Sure, the song is actually about some guy feeling “locked out” of the “heaven” that is having sex with some girl. But for JACK? It’s about being deprived of the simple happiness that comes from a mother’s love! He tries SO HARD! He’s won the affection of SO many people through his art, but he still can’t get the one thing he wants! His MOTHER to LOVE HIM! (This is why I hate Night Swan with a burning passion. I know everyone loves her cuz she has a great aesthetic and she slays and all that but she EMOTIONALLY ABUSED my BOY and I will never forgive her)

Okay so now that we know how brilliant this map is, you may ask yourself why I say it’s hard to review. And that’s because despite all of that, the choreography is BAD. Sure, I can do it. And some of the moves are good. But the majority of the dance is just silly. And yeah, Just Dance choreos are always a little silly. It’s a stupid party game. But they aren’t all THIS silly. And for all of the maps to give silly choreo, this is NOT the one. Jack is supposed to be COOL. He’s SERIOUS about his performances. There’s no way you can tell me that man would do some of those moves. Even if he would, I can’t be emotional about the story while dancing like an idiot. Some of the choreo also isn’t very doable, either. The spin is one of the less stupid moves, but they do it way too many times. And the microphone? Look, it looks great. He’s so cool with his big microphone on a stick. But the person playing the game isn’t gonna have a big microphone on a stick, and even if they did they aren’t gonna be able to magically make it appear and disappear out of thin air like he does. You just have to mime it while you’re dancing, and no matter how well you do it you’re just gonna feel like an idiot.

Sure, I’m overanalyzing this map. It just makes me mad that this could be one of my favorites for the existence of Jack Rose alone if it wasn’t for the ridiculously corny choreography. So bottom line, Jack Rose needs a hug. I will be revisiting this. This map is good, it could have been perfect. But they nerfed it. For nothing.

Majesty

This is a really cool one! The first map where you’re picking from two different teams of characters instead of just from different characters! Overall, I really like it. It does however suffer from both “too much story, not enough dance” and “too much dance, not enough story” at the same time. But not too badly? And considering this is the first time they’ve done a “story mode” kind of thing like this where they had to make a map that was a major plot point (the climax of a story, actually) with a whole bunch of characters, I think they did a really good job. It’s fun getting to play the different characters dancing in their own different styles, and they really did manage to tell a whole story through the map.

It’s just a little difficult to follow along with them, partly because you keep switching characters/styles and partly because you’re trying to pay attention to what’s going on in the scene. At the same time, it’s kind of tricky to get the whole story while you’re dancing because you’re trying to pay attention to getting the moves right. There’s a scene you can see go on in the background where Jack is arguing with Night Swan, and that’s when he turns on her and she sends the possessed Wanderlust to attack him. I didn’t even see that until like the third time I watched it, and I think that’s a pretty important scene. If you don’t see that, it doesn’t really make sense that you start out with Jack on Night Swan’s side and end with him saving Wanderlust and teaming up with The Just Dancers (yes, that’s what they’re called).

The ending is cute, I like that they all hype up Sara to be the one to defeat Night Swan. (Side note apparently Night Swan and Sara are played by the same dancer, and I don’t know how to feel about that) I believe she’s supposed to have a character arc about becoming more confident in herself and her dancing, and we don’t really see that much in the story, but that part kind of shows it. Her style is really cute, and I think the whole dance battle thing is just really funny. Night Swan really got danced at so hard that she had to surrender. Also the song is great! It fits the map really well and they did a great job of timing beats in the story with beats in the song. Also also a very nice touch to make this one and Night Swan’s solo map use songs by the same artist, it really makes the story feel tied up.

Now it’s time to rant about Jack Rose again. HIS FACE when Night Swan turns his whole audience into swan soldiers!! He looks horrified, it’s actually heartbreaking I will never get over it. His mom straight-up betrayed him! He loves his fans so much, that winds up being his breaking point to finally stand up to her and then switch sides to defeat her. I’m just so happy he finally realized he has so many people who love him so he doesn’t NEED his mom’s approval! And then him grabbing Wanderlust’s hand to save him and turn him back into a guy?? He made real friends! People who’ll actually love him even if he’s flawed! I just really love Jack Rose. I think his character arc is fantastic. And he’s red I love red.

If You Wanna Party

I feel like most of what I can say about this map is that it’s cute. I don’t mean that in a bad way though! They just took down the Night Swan, they deserve a little bit of a party. Now this song is CHEESY. Just Dance literally made the most cliche stereotypical “lets party everyone!” pop song they possibly could, complete with Jack Rose doing a rap that boils down to “yo yo we’re so cool” and the incomparable lyrics “move your hips from side to side, peanut butter jelly time, mashed potato feeling fine, dip baby dip”. But honestly? I kind of love it. It’s FUN, it doesn’t need to be anything else. Dare I call it camp? Perhaps.

Now my biggest complaint with this map is that you can only play as Sara. What the hell. All of them are there! And they all have solos just like a dance with multiple playable coaches! WHY can you not pick which one you wanna play?? The others are just standing there taunting me! You can’t put Wanderlust on my screen and tell me I CAN’T play as him! Seriously, this map should let you play as whichever one you want. I’d even trade out playing as Wanderlust in Can’t Stop The Feeling if it meant we could have five playable coaches for this map (only because he does already have his own solo song). This map is a bunch of friends having fun dancing together, that’s what Just Dance is ABOUT! Why can’t a player gather up their friends and dance as The Just Dancers together? That’s the whole point of the game!

Aside from that complaining, again, it’s a really cute map. It’s cheesy, but in a good way. I love to see Jack Rose getting ot have FUN for once. It’s also so cool how they all still retain their own dance styles while making a cohesive choreo all together! They’re all doing their own thing but it blends together. I know nothing about dancing or choreography but I’m just gonna assume that’s a challenge. All in all, great map. Great ending to the story. Sara waving goodbye to everyone as she returns to the real world. Jack looking super confused about it. It’s great. Good friends, good adventure, good dance.

#sorry if I dissed your favorite map I really do love them all #just dance 2023 #just dance

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harryglass · 9 months

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Catch 22!

1 You’d like to read some verse? Please do! Our story starts inside a zoo Where animals from Africa Arrive in North America. It’s here the hero of this tale Is brought – the zoo’s new holy grail, The ‘King of Kings’, a mighty lion! (At least, that’s what HE thinks) – meet Brian.

2 You may feel sympathy (“Boo hoo!”) For this lion locked inside this zoo But DON’T – young Brian roamed his cage Like pompous actors strut the stage; Visitors would point and stare As Brian pranced about his lair And grinned, and shook his shaggy mane: “My fans! They love me! Global fame!”

3 Each morning he was brought a meal Of pork: “My favourite food!” he’d squeal. Then days would end as they began– Lazing around (he NEVER ran). But this easy life was soon forgotten When the zookeeper (who spoiled him rotten) Died, and another took his place Who took one look at Brian’s waist 4 And gave a thumbs-down sign, and booed And said: “You need some faster food!” He came back with an Ostrich (live): “Catch that!” (He knew it would survive). The Ostrich ran superbly fast– Two hours on, it still blazed past And (far behind) there’s Brian (puffing) Very nearly dead (or bluffing).

5 The Ostrich ran him round in rings! The poor, exhausted 'King of Kings' Collapsed, and held his paw up: “Truce! My…knee is hurting!” (Lame excuse). The big bird laughed and screeched to a halt. “I’m far too fast, agreed – my fault! I’m a bird, but you see, I can’t fly in the air So I’m super at running! They call me D’Anger!”

6 “I’m Brian and I’m…dying,” he puffed, “I’m hot…and quite…unfit,” he huffed. “I’ll nap ‘till two…we’ll go from there… Fan me, Ostrich, use your hair!” “They’re feathers–”. “Whatevers! Do I look like I care? Aren’t feathers for lifting birds up in the air? If so, why don’t you ever fly? You call yourself a bird? You LIE!”

7 Just as Brian settled, though, The weather turned; large flakes of snow Spun down. The lion watched the sky. “What’s happening? The sun’s gone! WHY?” He’d never seen it snow before. He caught a snowflake on his paw: “It’s FREEZING! Agh! What is it? Ick! Ostrich! Get it off me! Quick!” 8 The Ostrich scooped a ball of snow And caked the lion’s face (good throw!). Brian snarled and shook his mane Then threw a snowball back again But Ostrich heads are like a pin– The chances of a hit were slim! Brian missed him once, then twice… The Ostrich teased: “You’re being nice!” 9 The Elephants then yelled: “Attack!” And spat out snowballs: RAT-A-TAT-TAT! With trunks like guns they blew them out Through bars at every beast about– To hit the giraffe, the brutes aimed higher And blasted anti-aircraft fire! The Elephants sang: “This snow’s a hoot! With trunks like these, we’re born to shoot!”

10 The zookeeper (who’d only just started) Was hit so hard on the bum, he farted. The visitors screamed, and ran away And the keeper fainted (what a first day!). They shot the locks off every gate– The animals could now escape! The creatures numbered 22 All running from the city zoo… 11 But what do you think Brian did? Absolutely right – he hid. He hugged the Ostrich like a teddy. When the zookeeper stood up (unsteady) He looked around, and sobbed, and said: “They’re GONE! The zoo will close! I’m DEAD!” And fainted once more – down he fell! (His first day hadn’t gone too well). 12 Brian said: “Hang on a minute– The zoo will not be closing, will it? The food in here’s spectacular And (usually) so regular… We’re famous, Ostrich – even you! We’ve got to help him save this zoo! (And maybe then he’ll treat me right And bring me hot meals every night…)” 13 The Ostrich knew this to be true. “Alright, let’s catch those 22!” The lion tried to run, but slipped. “If only birds could FLY,” he quipped, “You’d fetch them while I rested here!” A pair of Penguins then appeared: “It’s wonderful, our kingdom’s grown! We love the snow, feel right at home.”

14 “I’m Watson, yes?” “I’m Crick, no?” “Emperor Penguins, don’t you know? We’re birds, but you see, we can’t fly in the air”– Brian guffawed: “I do despair! What’s YOUR excuse? Why can’t YOU fly? You tell me you’re all birds – you LIE!” Watson and Crick waddled next to D’Anger: “But we’re super at slipping and sliding, so there!” 15 “Ostrich legs look strong,” they smiled– “Use us as skates, D’Anger, go wild!” D’Anger hopped on: “At last, some speed! I’m skating! Who needs wings? Indeed! The lion may be ‘King of Kings’ But Emperors are more useful things!” “Fine,” said Brian, “you’ll be my reindeer– Get skating, then! You pull, I’ll steer.” 16 With Penguin skates on Ostrich feet They searched down every snowy street: Four monkeys, and a crocodile, A hippo (with a goofy smile), A leopard, two lemurs, two giraffes, Three hyenas (with three loud laughs), A pair of rhinos, plus one snake, And a gorilla by the name of Blake. 17 Asked Brian: “Is that 22? Fantastic! Right! Back to the zoo! It’s feeding time, and my bottom’s sore.” D’Anger replied: “We’re missing four– Four Elephants, and there they are! You tell them, Brian – you’re the star, The famous ‘King of Kings’, the lion!” “I’m doing no such thing!” said Brian.

18 Four trunks – just like four cannon – boomed! Four snowballs – fairly large ones – zoomed! Brian was hit (chest, face and mane); His reindeer turned: “Poor you, what a shame.” The animals didn’t know what to do And soon retreated back to the zoo; They disliked this city, it was sombre and grey, And their fans acted strangely, kept running away… 19 But the Elephants stood – the ‘Awesome Foursome’! Brian threw snowballs and then tried to roar some, But snowballs bounced right off their flanks Just like marshmallows hitting tanks. Brian wiped his snowy nose. “That’s it, our cosy zoo will close.” Then, at the end of the street, they saw An enormous, chomping dinosaur!

20 The Elephants turned and rubbed their eyes– “The King of the lizards! Run for your lives!” Back they ran! Retreat at last! They trumpeted a warning blast And stumbled back through snow and ice– Back to the zoo, like frightened mice! The Ostrich, Penguins and lion went too. D’Anger declared proudly: “Now THAT’s 22!” 21 The dinosaur rose up into the sky! “Wow!” gasped Brian, “A T-Rex can FLY? The King of Kings is lost for words.” “That ‘T-Rex’ is a flock of birds,” D’Anger explained, “your brain’s a joke!” A Starling landed, bowed, and spoke: “A favour – from the family! Birds help other birds, you see.”

22 Brian hugged the Ostrich: “Why, You ARE a bird! You didn’t lie!” D’Anger looked round the city zoo: “What fun catching the 22! But I don’t want fame, nor fans – I want freedom!” “Then RUN! I’ll explain that I caught you – you’re ‘eaten’!” He winked. The keeper awoke: “Have I dozed?” “You have! Without MY help your zoo would have closed!”

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macabremachinations · 1 year

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“L-Lord H-Heisenberg, I-I apologize. I didn’t know it was you.” (from @missxnsuppxrt in her villager!verse)

The peaks of the mountains rose sharp against the impending night, bright with the dying breath of dusk. Ghastly light filtered through dirty windows, violently red, painting shadows thick as pitch across the cluttered chapel. It was silent inside the small building. During the day, the church had a quaint sort of charm—it was the best attempt at grandeur from a people who had nothing. But the strange in-between of twilight gave it a garish, dream-like quality, as if this whole village were merely a trick of the mind.

He didn’t like coming here. He didn’t like being reminded of the absolute power Miranda had over their lives—including those of her precious children. How willingly the sheep followed her into darkness, learning her rites and rituals, chanting prayers she conceived to celebrate her own majesty.

—And to think, people thought he was the one with an ego.

He didn’t make his presence known as the door opened and a young woman stepped inside. Her progress was slow, painstaking; she leaned heavily on a cane. He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but he didn’t need to. He’d noticed her around the village. She was one of the unlucky ones: too frail to be of use to Miranda, and too useless to be healed. She didn’t know just how lucky she was to never know that vile woman’s touch.

He should have revealed himself to her. It would have been easy—it would have been the right thing to do. But he wasn’t in a particularly generous mood. He lingered there in the corner, splayed comfortably across a chair, bright gaze trained on her from behind dark glasses. It was delightfully inappropriate—voyeuristic, even—paying witness to the private worship of a tragic soul. He savored the thrill of that secret, just for a moment. Small pleasures were hard to come by after so many years of service to Miranda; he would take them where he could get them.

He studied the back of her head as the minutes ticked by. That vicious red light faded, and slowly the chapel sank into darkness. Swathed in shadow, he finally reached into his coat to retrieve a cigar and a brass torch lighter. The strike of flint broke silence, a soft orange glow cutting through the night air. A moment later, a plume of pungent smoke wreathed his face, the odor filling the room. He barely moved at the woman’s exclamation, tucking the lighter back into his coat. He was silent a few seconds, then—

“If you’re here to pray, don’t. She doesn’t give a shit. The prayers are for your sake, not hers. And if I have to hear that chant one more time I’m gonna drive a nail through my own skull.”

#missxnsuppxrt #// and here I thought I'd just answer an ask before bed because it'd be something short...#A VILLAGER VERSE THO GIMME

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redemptioninterlude · 1 year

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five times glanced: ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender - rue and har in our fortune & fame verse )

5 times ... meme ( no longer accepting ) + @awalkoflife // harrison

It's not like he means to bump into her - after all, neither of them are looking where they're going. Arms filled and stacked for him, and her head buried in her script, it's gentle enough where everything doesn't go FLYING OFF in all directions but... Rue's apologetic, tripping over her tongue with sudden nerves that grip her tight. How she's so sorry, and she's such an idiot, and already she's stuffing her script beneath her arm as she takes some of the things he's carrying. "Where do these go?" because he's like, on the crew here, isn't he? Rue recognises him, scratching at the edges of her brain before she could remember it in her panicked state. "Harrison, right? You're the one that lives... well, you came from far originally, right?" Which is halfway impressive given how many people were working on set, but like ,Rue tries her best to remember these kinds of things because fuck, it takes a village, right? And once they've dropped things off, she's all sorries again, but... he's so sweet about it, isn't he? Trying to assure her before he's got to run off, but Rue? She's watching the back of him, for perhaps a moment too long, tucking away a thought before she's off, a little late now, to her next location on set.

She's smoking weed behind her trailer when he pops up again. And there's a pause where they both know she's not really supposed to be getting high when working, but her grin's loose, and his matches that energy. "Wanna join me?" she'll ask with a laugh, blowing smoke in more ways than one as Rue hands over the joint. "Now we're both like, criminals. So don't rate me out!" She's JUST JOKING, but that's her sense of humour. The dragging lulls of deadpan sarcasm, and it'd be hard to tell that she's like, Rue Bennett of all people, but Rue never feels like the Rue that the world thinks she is. Which is easy given that she's like, super fucking private, and these things always just make her feel insane so it's easier just to like... refrain from the public eye. In fact, she knows this is gambling risky, because she doesn't really know much about Harrison. Just that he's a nice kinda guy, and to her that's enough. But while he's taking that hit, she's glancing his way, and wondering if really, it is enough for her. "... so like. Tell me what brought you here. Everyone's always got such an interesting story about that shit."

The wrap party's this whole glamourous affair. Which is kinda cool, and Rue loves a good party, but usually for all the WRONG REASONS, which is why she sorta keeps to herself for it. Like, of course there's those from the cast and crew she's friendly with that she'll talk to, but she knows better than to go full on spiral out here, where there's too many people who might talk, and really, she's sort of dying to get out of here. Sipping on champagne and hating the bitter taste of it, she's looking ready to leave when she notices Harrison. Teeth left to drag along her lower lip until she decides ( fuck it ) and slides a little bit closer to him with a smile that's a little bit brighter on her face. "Haven't seen you since like! Act 3 of the film. What's been up?" the boy wonder, the one who seemed always ready and helpful to everyone. Over the course of this... yeah. She's kinda glad that he's been around, heels digging in as she rocked back on her heels, which she's wanted to get out of already for an hour. "I'm about to get outta here. Wanna come with? I figured I'd just like. Smoke a joint and go get street food or something. The um... the food is good here and all but I'm like, actually hungry."

It's their like, third film together when it happens. And she doesn't mean to like, do that, in fact, Rue almost never sleeps with anybody. It's kinda this whole thing for her, anxiety and all that bullshit, but more than that, she rarely ever feels like... safe enough, she supposes. Which isn't all that shocking given that Hollywood is full of snakes and liars, and she never wants to get all CAUGHT UP in PR games or the bullshit that comes with people pouring over every interaction. It's all too much for her, but like... he makes it feel so easy. Which is why, of course, she's like, halfway sure she's gonna fuck shit up, because that's what Rue does. Even now when on set and coming out after getting finished with hair, makeup, costume... and her eyes land on him, already hauling things with him to the next scene, something jolting within her chest. Nerves? Excitement? It's hard to tell. But Rue's trying to hurry past, convinced that everybody knows, and she barely even knows herself what's the deal.

So the story breaks, and it's predictably a shit show. Everyones' got a fucking opinion, and she doesn't want to think about, hear about, any of it. In fact, she's kind of taken to holing up at her place and ordering in instead, and it's kind of a surprise when she goes to answer the door expecting her delivery to find him there instead, holding it up and out to her as if it were some kind of PEACE OFFERING. "What are you doing here?" feeling halfway dumb, but all too pleased because... well. This shit could be lonely. And right now, she felt a lot of that, as he comes in and readies the table, Rue casting glances in his direction, as if trying to divine his intentions here. And maybe that's... part of it. Maybe she just needed to trust that he was here with good purpose in mind, especially when he caught her looking, coming over to smooth his hands along her shoulders. "It's going to be okay," which... fuck. It's crazy how much she needed to hear that, simply nodding as she let her forehead come to a rest against his shoulder, taking that moment to try to compose herself once more. "... I hope you like Thai food because um... It's all I got."

#awalkoflife #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ everything feels so permanent !#❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ actress verse ┆ you wish i was different ? so do i !

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talesofourworlds · 2 years

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Very loose thoughts for a modern verse for specific characters because some of them are still being difficult. Might tweak some of this but we’ll see. I did consider name changes for some characters but now I’m just like ‘Nah. Just go with it.’

As said above, some might get tweaked. But for now this is what I have! Under the cut because this got long.

Chloe - The daughter of a wealthy family who had to witness her parents killed in front of her when her family was robbed. She didn’t have any close family remaining nearby when her parents died, so was sent to live with distant and emotionally cold members that were left. They acted somewhat warmly to her at first but she knew that behind her back, they would ridicule her and shame her for not upholding the family name. Even though she was twelve at the time of her parents’ deaths. Due to the high amount of competitiveness of the high society she grew up in, and no one left in Chloe’s family capable of running the business they spent their lives establishing, the name was tarnished irreparably and the business fell apart. Cut to years later and Chloe is seventeen now. Though Chloe is still just in high school, about to go to college, she wishes for a way to reclaim honor for her family in whatever way she can.

Jay - Was abandoned by his birth parents when he was a baby and got taken in by a manipulative, abusive man named Solon who sought only to use him as a tool in his criminal schemes. Jay was abandoned by him when a mission to kill a target of theirs went wrong. He was left to die. He winds up rescued by a trio of brothers (Pippo, Poppo, and Quppo, or Piers, Porter, and Quincy as they’re known for this verse) and, once nursed back to health, finds himself adjusting to having a somewhat normal life after they adopt him officially. For the most part, with the help of his new adoptive family, he becomes much more adjusted. But he still grapples with lingering trauma from what he went through while living with Solon.

Walter - The son of a military based family, interested in enrolling himself since that's the sort of life he's always known. He's used to moving around a lot and doesn't have a lot in the way of friends. Interested in robotics to a degree, and most interested in aquatic life. Not the most approachable of boys, but to those he does let in Walter at least tries to be friendly. Did have a near death experience at one point, but recovered.

Tear - The younger sister of Van, raised by him not long after her birth due to their mother dying from complications and their father being out of the picture. She lives a relatively simple life, and is homeschooled, so is a bit on the awkward side and has a hard time making friends. She’s very interested in studying music, singing in particular.

Guy - The heir to a wealthy family that was thought to have been lost when the rest of his family was killed. He was saved by his older sister during the tragedy, but she also was killed and Guy lost his memories of the event. The trauma from that day left him with gynophobia and the memories of what exactly happened were lost. He was sent to live with friends of the family and grew up not far from Asch and Luke’s family. Though he didn’t get along with Asch, he did eventually build a friendship with Luke that he tried to maintain after he went to college. Now he works at a local coffee shop while finishing up college. One day he hopes to put his degree to use as a mechanic or getting to work with technology in general.

Sync and Ion - Twin brothers, Sync being slightly older than Ion. Ion is much more frail and sickly compared to his older brother. Though their parents claim not to have favorites, it’s easy to see that Ion is the preferred twin in some cases. Ion isn’t particularly happy with this arrangement, but still does his best to please their parents and works hard. He doesn’t have a ton of friends apart from a girl a year younger than him who makes it kind of her duty to protect him (Anise). Sync knows he’s not the favorite but by this point doesn’t care and just kind of does whatever. He’s very much in his angsty teen stage.

Asch - Luke’s older twin brother. They used to be close when they were younger, but a lot more expectations were placed upon Asch than Luke and he grew a bit angry and frustrated in general because of it. He’s pretty closed off when it comes to his family, with the exception of his mother to some degree. It doesn’t help that their father is equally cold toward Asch in an attempt to make him the best that he can be.. His one soft spot remains Natalia, his childhood friend and crush.

Mieu is probably the pet chinchilla of Luke and Asch’s family idk.

Jade - A child prodigy who graduated college at fifteen and went into the military. He eventually was discharged due to running human experiments, which were very prohibited, and became a bodyguard for a young diplomat/royal from another nation named Peony. He spends his days primarily guarding Peony, and some part of him regrets the things he did while in the military. Making up for those things isn't easy, of course. So he just carries on with life. Bearing that weight and knowing he can't ever really erase what he did.

Rita - A child prodigy, already a freshman in college despite just turning fifteen. She’s thought of as the weird genius girl and is ostracized by a lot of her peers both for being as young as she is and for preferring her robotics and technology studies. Rita’s fine with this, though. She trusts her studies and her technology much more than she does people since they’d never abandon her. She lost her parents and was raised by rather distant relatives who didn’t care too much for her.

Raven - A sort of shady man who is difficult to pin down in terms of livelihood. He seems to go to and fro, never really staying in the same place for too long. Has a history of being in the military, but keeps it to himself. That life nearly cost him his life, and it was only thanks to medical science that they were able to save him. No one's ever really sure what he's doing or who he looks out for other than himself. He does have a good heart, of course. It's just his shadiness that puts people off.

Hubert - The younger brother of Asbel, and formerly a part of a relatively happy family. A messy divorce led to the family splitting apart. Asbel wound up running away from home, going to live with a distant friend in the big city, while Hubert was put up for adoption. The tumultuous time left Hubert shaken, but he was made to adjust quickly with his new family. His new family, the Oswells, was very strict and didn’t accept his being a crybaby when he first came to them. He became a young man who was moulded to never accept anything less than success, and he grew to resent his birth family to a degree. He’s also a nerd still, but is easily embarrassed about revealing that side of himself to just anyone.

Sophie - A young girl who lost her memories that lives with Asbel's family. She's most interested in all things floral, and has a deep friendship with Asbel and Hubert both along with Cheria and another childhood friend of theirs in the form of Richard. But things became awkward after Asbel's family divorced. She lives with Asbel and hardly ever sees Hubert due to the circumstances. She just wants everything to be somewhat normal again.

Jude - Comes from a family of doctors and is very much a people pleaser still. Also a child prodigy, but due to how busy both of his parents are he tends to spend a lot of time with his childhood friend Leia. Due to working as hard as he did in school, he was able to skip a few grades and ends up with a full scholarship to a prestigious medical school. He intends on becoming a better doctor than his parents. He is... not great at self care at the best of times, both due to studying a lot and taking care of people around him when he can.

Ivar - A local college student who works at the local animal shelter. He takes his duties very seriously and is well loved by the animals he works with. Doesn’t know Jude as of this point in time. He also takes self defense classes and is very invested in learning about history in particular. Kind of condescending when he thinks he knows more than the people around him, but also easy to torment.

Ludger - A culinary school student raised by his older brother after he lost his mother in an accident of some sort. He helps look after the family cat, Rollo, and has a YouTube channel where he posts his favorite recipes. Mostly tomato related dishes. He also babysits a girl who lives in the neighborhood named Elle, mostly because her father almost always is away of business of some sort. What sort? He doesn’t know and never bothers to ask since he is paid well for looking after Elle.

Edna - Eizen’s little sister, taken in when she was very young. She naturally lives with him and thinks the world of him. Though she does think her brother is a bit weird, she loves him to death. She does think he can be something of an idiot sometimes, though, and sometimes has to call him out for being dumb. Eizen's job often leaves him away from home, leaving Edna to be looked after by her babysitter Theodora and, on occasion, Theodora's boyfriend Zaveid. Who may or may not also have a thing for Eizen. Edna doesn't like being separated from her brother as often as she is, but accepts it because she treasures the times they do get to be together.

Alisha - The bastard daughter of a wealthy man and a poor woman. Since her mother couldn’t afford to look after her, she was given to her father and taken in with open arms. She is technically the heir to his estate, but due to the circumstances of her birth she is viewed scornfully by a lot of people with the exception of her father (surprisingly). She studies hard at college and hopes to one day help her father with the family business. She also takes Maltran’s self defense class as one of her college classes.

Eizen - A sailor who typically wants nothing more than to do what he can to support himself and his sister. He didn’t originally plan on being a brother, but took in Edna when their mother died due to birth complications. Their father, of course, was out of the picture. Eizen also seems to have streaks of bad luck rather frequently and is a bit of a history nerd. Some of the people he works with don’t seem to be the best people, but he won’t confirm or deny this if asked. He just wants to take care of his sister no matter who he works with. He typically is away from home for long stretches of time since his work requires him to be on a boat more often than not. He hates being separated from Edna, but has to do what he can. Money can't just appear, after all.

Magilou - A local college dropout who is rumored to have once been a part of a very rich, well to do family. It’s also rumored she’s actually magical, as strange occurrences have been connected to her. But she’ll never tell one way or the other. What she will say is that she’s a very practiced magician and is free as can be. She lets the wind carry her, so to speak, and guide her course of action. If that means bringing a little bit of mischief to everyone’s lives, she will. In all seriousness, though, she once belonged to the especially powerful and wealthy Mayvin family. But she tired of that sort of life and left it behind with only her pet pug Bienfu, the clothes on her back, and a bit of cash in tow.

Aegis - A former college student wrongfully accused of being behind a massive scandal involving cheating and plagiarism, Aegis was expelled and forced to just try to live a normal life. He struggles both with making money and figuring out how to actually go about his day to day life. He’s a mess, but he’s trying his best both to do that and trying to clear his name in the hopes of returning to college someday.

Shionne - A young woman with a rare condition that makes it so she can't be touched. She's extra sensitive to touch, making it painful when she so much as brushes against someone. As a result, Shionne's life has been rather lonely. No one can get close enough to really befriend her, as she keeps the whole world at arm's length. Maybe someday she'll meet someone that could change her outlook on things, but as it stands? She's very touch starved and doesn't expect anything but pain from people.

Rinwell - After her parents died in a tragic car accident, something Rinwell blames herself for since she was having an argument with them at the time and they didn’t see the other car coming, Rinwell was sent to live with foster parents. She’s something of a bookish youth and tends to keep to herself because her high school peers think she’s weird. Really, she’s just traumatized still by what happened to her. Her only friend at the moment is the baby owl she rescued one day named Hootle. She knows sooner or later she should probably let him go, but keeps finding ways to convince herself that he’s not ready to return to the wild.

Kisara - A former military woman who served under a wealthy dignitary or royal or something man alongside her brother Migal. After her brother died protecting their charge from an assassination attempt, Kisara resigned and came to just want to live a quiet life. She looks out for the kids in her neighborhood, including Rinwell from time to time, and also spends some of her freetime fishing. Some of the locals say she’s something of the mom of the neighborhood for everyone. She doesn’t mind it.

Nazamil - A young girl who is the bastard child of a rich man and a poor woman. Since her father wanted to keep her existence a secret, Nazamil was raised in such a way to keep her hidden. He also abused her horribly, wanting to rule over her with an iron fist to make her obey. Then her father was killed one day by an enemy of his, leaving Nazamil to fend for herself. She's not sure what she'll do with herself from here. But she'll figure it out sooner or later. Surely she has to.

#ooc #mun rambles #Divergent History (modern verse)

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childofchrist1983 · 2 years

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And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. - Revelation 12:9-10 KJV

Salvation and power have come with Jesus Christ and Satan has been defeated. Sin and death have been conquered by the actions of one man, Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, both human and divine who came into the world to bring the Good News of salvation by living, dying and rising for us. As Christians we claim to believe this, but our actions sometimes deny it. Unfortunately, people seem to resurrect Satan all the time. We allow him to lead us away from God, forgetting the way to the Father that is love, and giving in to Satan's path of hatred, anger, pride, lust, chaos and destruction.

Satan, of course, doesn't present these as bad things, he makes them seem attractive. He presents sin as goods to be desired, as things to make us happy or give us pleasure. It can be hard to stay on the path that leads to God when the world seems to be crowding us and pushing us off of it. How easy it is to forget the sacrifice that bought our freedom! Which of us would go to the cross to save undeserving strangers? There are days when it's hard enough to stand up for our beliefs within our families. I'm willing to believe that most if not all of us have family members who have turned away from God, who may not even believe anymore.

For some of us, making the decision to be Christian was going against the wishes of their families and, in some cases, being threatened with harm or even death because of it. Would those of us born into Christianity have had the courage to make that choice? Christians are being threatened in many parts of the world just for their religion; would you or would I have the courage to admit being a Christian if we were in that position? I know I would!

God has sent His only begotten Son who has saved us from our sins and the damnation of Hell and who has defeated sin and death and defeated Satan. And one day soon, as these Holy Bible verses declare, Satan will be defeated for good! May our lives be a witness to God's love and keep Satan defeated. May we never invite Satan into our lives, but instead, invite Jesus Christ into our lives and our hearts. May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily, to walk in His Holy Spirit instead of our sinful and fleshly desire, to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily, May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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leonbloder · 5 months

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Chasing The Light

The people who lived in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shined - Isaiah 9:2

The verse above from the prophet Isaiah was declared several centuries before the birth of Christ and spoke to an entirely different historical context. Still, it's read during both the seasons of Christmas and Epiphany.

Even though Isaiah is speaking hope in the midst of the awful conquest of the Northern Kingdom of Israel by Assyria, there is a universality to his words that echo all the way to our own time.

Isaiah speaks of a dream of a liberator. He cries out to the people sharing his vision of a world made right, and of a Savior who will bring peace to a war-torn land.

His words speak into the harsh realities of every person ever touched by the horrors of war, the pain of strife and struggle, and the grief that comes with the loss of what was.

There are both "now" and "not yet" aspects of this prophecy, which was more of a hopeful vision than a prediction. The prophet proclaims that the people in darkness have seen the light. The world may not yet be what it should be, but the light is beginning to dispel the darkness.

This is precisely the message of Jesus in nearly all of his teachings about God's kingdom. The kingdom of God is "coming," Jesus taught, and "it is now."

Further, those of us who call ourselves Jesus-followers believe something incredible and transformative: We believe that somehow, the presence of Christ is all around us, in us, and through us.

This might seem like a stretch for some people, but it's easy to comprehend when we understand more fully the eternal rhythms of dying and rising that are part of Creation itself.

These eternal rhythms help us to see more clearly what Christ embodied through Jesus of Nazareth's life, ministry, death, and resurrection. We also fall hard on the promises made to his followers that he would be with them "until the end of the age."

Theologian Jurgen Moltmann wrote about Isaiah's prophecy and its meaning, and he had this to say:

So according to the New Testament the dream of a liberator and the dream of peace, is not merely a dream. The liberator is already present and his power is already among us. We can follow him, even today making visible something of the peace, liberty and righteousness of the kingdom that he will complete. It is no longer impossible.

There's so much to love about that statement.

It speaks of the hope we can have in our dreams of a better world free from war, strife, bigotry, hatred, and division. This is not an impossible hope; the dreams that come with it are not "merely" dreams but attainable realities.

Beloved, we have seen a great light. It has been visible all around us from the moment we breathed our first breath.

But we too often retreat into the darkness because we fear what the light will reveal about us. And then we find it's so much easier to curse the darkness than to embrace the light.

We find ourselves trapped between our longing for liberation and peace and our fear of being exposed. The latter is a lie, to be absolutely blunt. We have no reason to fear the light shining on us because it's not an accusing kind of light.

The light of Christ brings freedom, peace, hope, and love.

During this Season of Epiphany, we would do well to follow Christ's light and then realize that the light within us is strengthened and magnified by it. When we follow this light, we make God's kingdom more visible. We allow others to see.

May it be so. And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with us all, now and forever. Amen.

#presbymusings #dailydevotion #leonbloder #dailydevo #dailydevotional #christian living #leon bloder #faith #spiritualgrowth #spirituality #epiphany

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god-whispers · 1 year

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mar 1

tears in His bottle

"You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your book?" psa 56:8

i don't know about you but i'm a cryer; an emotional cryer. the world tells us there are three types of tears. basal tears - basal tears are in your eyes at all time to lubricate, protect, and nourish your cornea. reflex tears - reflex tears are produced in response to irritation, such as by smoke, wind, dust, onions, etc. finally emotional tears - emotional tears are produced in response to pain, including physical pain, empathetic pain, sentimental pain, as well as emotional states, such as sadness, happiness, fear, and other emotional states.

i would supose most emotional tears are reserved for women. the world says it is not manly for men to cry even though we have instances recorded of men weeping. esau wept when he realized his blessing had been stolen. peter wept when he had betrayed Jesus. and yes, the shortest verse in the bible: "Jesus wept." john 11:35

if our emotional weeping is to water spiritual truths, then it is a good thing indeed. how can a real christian help but weep when they see so many paving their road to hell. "blessed is the man whose strength is in You, whose heart is set on pilgrimage. as they pass through the valley of baca (weeping), they make it a spring." psa 84:5-6 our tears can serve to water the seeds of life planted in another.

heavens knows this mortal life furnishes us with enough opportunities to weep. "in the world you will have tribulation." john 16:33 the successful christian walk will lead us to the cross and it is through the dying to self that Christ may live in us. "we are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed — always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body." 2 cor 4:8-10 if this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most miserable.

if one has their eyes on this life alone, it's easy to understand why they would be disenchanted and want to eat, drink and be merry instead. that's what the sadducees were. they did not believe in resurrection. then there were the pharisees who believed they had to "earn" their afterlife. i believe those two examples cover the scope of people today who have no Christ in their life. only "the fool has said in his heart, "there is no God." psa 14:1

the truth is, life (in whatever form) continues to be because God continues to be. you know the universe continues to expand because God is. there is only life in God and that life, emanating in all created things, struggles to keep up with the creator. in life, in light, in truth and in love. there's no shadow of turning. it will continue to grow and expand as long as the Word that created it continues.

this God... this amazing God who numbers even the hairs on everyone's head, it seems is collecting our tears in His bottle. i believe He knows when and why each was shed. i also believe the tears shed for His glory or from care of others are like diamonds that will become the jewels with which to decorate the new creation.

the righteous tears we shed must be shed now because there will be no room for tears later. "and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. there shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." rev 21:4

will we not weep for those who never turned to the living God in repentance and prayer, especially loved ones? one would think so but God has ruled it out. will the chasm separating life and death be too great for even memory to cross? one of God's greatest miracles may be waiting to be revealed. we must spend our tears on them now. there will be no place for them later.

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elaine4queen · 2 years

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A week I’d set aside for recovery and catching up with myself suddenly fills up. A woman phones me while I’m out with the dog and asks if I want her to bring forward my appointment for Ear, Nose & Throat. I’m not indoors and can’t see my calendar I tell her. She persists and I back down, but she tells me she needs to tell me how to find them. I tell her it’s pointless because I won’t remember. How often do I have to disclose my autism and is there any point in talking to people about ADHD which seems to be even more poorly understood, to the point of being reviled. Though I’ve had my fair share of attitude for my late diagnosed autism, too. Anyway, I don’t tell her. She says she’ll phone me back later.

Worse than the disruption of a week already planned is the news that the ENT department is in fucking Worthing. I look on the map and it says it’s a half hour drive, which means 40 minutes for me, then the appointment then the drive back. It’s a bit of a bust, and all in busy traffic. Given the choice I drive mid morning with good visibility and low traffic. Also, I don’t like to drive for more than an hour. I don’t want to cause an accident. Committing to this makes me anxious. Also, I know what they’re going to do when I get there. I’ve had it done before, but a long time ago. They’re going to put a camera all the way up my nose. It’ll be painful and disgusting.

After the top layer of my symphony of pains and problems was mostly dealt with with the migraine preventative the sinus issues became more obvious as something worth mentioning. I’d had the problems for years, but when you have a list every time you go into the doctor’s it’s hard to get to everything and with my inability to figure out what’s important or urgent, or even easy to look at or deal with, I’ve always let this one ride. Anyway now it’s come up. I’ve been on a steroidal inhaler for a while and my breathing at night has improved but there’s one nostril that shuts down regularly still. There must be only one thing worse than having a body and that’s not having one. The tipping point, though, that’s the rub.

Louise’s husband Adrian PM’s me then posts on Facebook that in the past few days she has become a lot less lucid. She wasn’t exactly herself when I visited, and was frustrated that she had to reach for words. The drugs she is on are so hard hitting it’s hard to know what she would be like without them. I’m so glad that I went when I did. I can’t really say why. I tried to work it out on the ride home, but told Adrian last night that I just wanted to. And maybe that’s it. I just wanted to, I did it, and now it’s done and it can’t be done again. I thank him for helping to make it happen. On the open thread he says she is not able to use her phone or computer but if people want to leave comments he’ll read them out.

Rob says

Tell Louise this is an excessively dramatic way to avoid buying me lunch.

I imagine Adrian reading the comments to her, and wonder if, through the fog of drugs, she might get a smile from that one. And it makes tears prick in my eyes.

I had a yearning to eat toast and marmalade with another mug of tea. It’s a particular pleasure eating without a dog staring at you, so when she goes off for her walk I head to the kitchen. I know that I won’t have fully digested it by the time I hit the gym later, and will regret the sickening lump in my stomach but I do it anyway.

In proximity to death, or the awareness of a particular death everything else is trivial, and you really feel it. Sometimes the more trivial your fixations the better. Why think about big things when there’s a big thing already? The PDF that was linked to the talks on Dying in the Dharma on Audio Dharma is missing so I message them about it and they send me a link. Reading it comforts me, particularly the funeral verse

All things are impermanent,

They arise and pass away.

Having arisen, they come to an end,

Their coming to peace is bliss.

Our lives arise and pass away, our fixations arise and pass away, our walks, our lunches, our relationships and our desires for toast and marmalade - everything, everything arises and everything passes away.

#death #death and dying #original writing #actually adhd #actually autistic #dogwalk #dog #buddhism #audio dharma #hospital appointments #daily life #toast and marmalade

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representshinjuku · 2 years

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King of Kings

(Note: this matches the soundtrack version.)

(The Dirty Dawg; Get on the Mic)

[Ichiro]

Get on the mic legendary MCs

[TDD]

King of Kings

[Ichiro]

King of Kings

Full speed ahead; this slap bass’ a King’s beat

Repeat these high rhymes, M.I.C

Big up TDD Wild 4MCs

Everybody here’s a player, legendary

Give it up for me, MC. B.B,

Ichiro kickin’ the verse for real

Always the leader, on a winnin’ streak

Throwin’ sparks on this dying battle’s bonfire

Warning from the Underground

This battle’s kill or be killed

Better come prepared, I’m the “Emperor”

King of Kings

[Samatoki]

Shut the hell up, outta my way, you’re just the opener

Better gimme the mic, it’s Samatoki-sama’s turn now

Wimps’ve got no place here so you’re gettin’ no mercy

You want me to go easy? You’re gonna regret asking

You panicked trash, cocky birds of a feather

Gonna pack you in and sweep you out

Hardcore strife instincts in the red zone

You don’t got the guts, so don’t challenge me kid

Warning from the Underground

Live or die, better pray you survive

Now kneel before me, I’m the “Supreme Leader”

King of Kings

[TDD]

The new era dawns, send rhymes flying no hesitation,

Free your emotion

Just begun, just begun,

We’re the Kings of Rap

Legends strike like lightning with a peerless Hypnosis Mic

Are you ready?

Get out, get out, get out of my way

The Dirty Dawg, the King of Kings

[Jakurai]

Now, let us make waves

The victors dictate the right from the wrong,

Fully biased as the losers fade away

All is under their rule, however they’re forever ensnared:

For they’ll always let the secret slip despite their locked lips

Laments–accepted by me, ill-Doc

Transient–to this world I deliver a warning

Provocation–a trap we’ll cleanly ignore,

For we’ve honed our unique fighting styles

Warning from the Underground

Rhymes replay in a cycle of karma

Let us brandish our compassion in this dance, I am “Lord of the Devils”

King of Kings

[Ramuda]

Stop acting like such a pain, you’re so overbearing

Using all those hard word’s some bad luck

Candy pop should be all sortsa colors

So let’s dye it over again, okay? easy R!

Super boring stuff’s a no thank you!

Gotta spray the perfume on you lame guys!

When Ramuda raps, battles become journeys

So fresh like an apple juice, the ladies love it!

Warning from the Underground

Hey hey! All the useless toys are gonna get broken

Okay! I’m the master of freedom, the “Monarch of Ego”

King of Kings

[TDD]

The new era dawns, send rhymes flying no hesitation,

Free your emotion

Just begun, just begun,

We’re the Kings of Rap

Legends strike like lightning with a peerless Hypnosis Mic

Are you ready?

Get out, get out, get out of my way

The Dirty Dawg, the King of Kings

Yeah! And we don’t stop!

Our four Mics roar at the top of our Kingdom

Say T.D.D (T.D.D) C’mon T.D.D (T.D.D)

Yeah! Keep on, don't stop!

We’ll crush you with our superior skills

Say T.D.D (T.D.D) C’mon T.D.D (T.D.D)

[Ichiro] Yeah, you’ve gotta forge your own way

[Samatoki] You’ve gotta shut ‘em up with your own style

[Jakurai] Observe carefully the flame dwelling in your heart

[Ramuda] We’re gonna destroy this boring world!

[Ichiro] Doesn’t matter if you’re friend or foe

[Samatoki] Stay on the front lines

[Jakurai] Accustom yourself to our ways

[Ramuda] Using forbidden tricks

[TDD]

Pushing it to the brink, pushing on ‘till it hurts

With our words we can live like this

Straight out of the Dirty Dawg

Warning from the Underground

Get on the Mic, Legendary MCs

King of Kings

The new era dawns, send rhymes flying no hesitation,

Free your emotion

Just begun, just begun,

We’re the Kings of Rap

Legends strike like lightning with a peerless Hypnosis Mic

Are you ready?

Get out, get out, get out of my way

The Dirty Dawg, the King of Kings

Heralding a new era

Warning from the Underground

Striking evil down, Four Heavenly Kings and their Mics

The Dirty Dawg ain’t nothing afraid of

Warning from the Underground

Disses takin’ us to the top of the world

The Dirty Dawg ain’t nothing afraid of

King of Kings

#rule the stage #track 5 #the dirty dawg #king of kings #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oliver Queen/Shado/Slade Wilson, Oliver Queen/Shado/Slade Wilson/Lux Twitcher, Laurel Lance/Tommy Merlyn, Roy Harper/Thea Queen, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Oliver Queen, Shado (DCU), Slade Wilson, Lux Twitcher, Yao Fei Gulong, Tommy Merlyn, Sara Lance, Original Character, Thea Queen, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, past trauma, Coffee shop & Club AU, Characters based on s1/2 of the show, slowburn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of PTSD and trauma, Discussions of nightmares and past trauma Summary:

After The sinking of the Queen's Gambit off the coast of Starling City, Oliver Queen is rescued after floating for five days in a life raft with Sara Lance. One year on, Oliver has thrown himself in the management of his club, Verdant, and has pushed away almost everyone from his old life. After Yao Fei, the owner of the coffee shop next door, gets sick, Oliver and his perpetually irritating bouncer Slade get to know Yao Fei's daughter Shado and her roommate Lux.

Can they help pull Oliver from his self-imposed purgatory or will the playboy billionaire lifestyle drive an impossible rift between them?

#the lda #LDA published #lda au #Dying is Easy Living is Hard verse #Dying is easy verse #lda cafe au

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chibitantei · 3 years

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thinks about villain naoto playing Entry of the Gladiators for the IT when they first arrive into her fucked up dungeon

.......because it’s technically a military march song.... commending them for being brave while also calling them clowns because. if you click the link, you’re just gonna think of clowns

i hate villain naoto

#v: Living Hard Because Dying's Too Easy #technically canon info for this verse #I don't want to perceive her #time to stare at my drafts and do nothing

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗 | 𝖇. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘

→ pairing: beefy shadow monster!bucky barnes x black!reader

→ word count: 5367

→ warnings: 18+ ONLY, dub con, a tinge of somnophilia, exophilia, #monster fucker, smut, sex, rough sex, masturbation, rough masturbation, sex toys, butt stuff, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, voyeurism, explicit language

→ square filled: @badthingshappenbingo

wiping the other’s tears away

→ author note: guys, i’m... this is who we are now. we are monster fuckers. this is based on @idga-buck INCREDIBLE ask that was bred from this post. i honestly don’t know if this holds a candle to that ask because, whew girl. that shit fucked me up when i first read it! anyway, hope you guys enjoy because i might be planning a little monster fucker series based off of this and another certain someone that is mentioned in the fic.

→ read hirsute

The stress in your shoulders makes it hard to lift your arm once you finally reach your apartment door. It takes everything in you to shove your key into the lock and slam your hip against the old, swollen wooden door to pop it open, but just crossing the threshold into your sanctuary helps soothe your nerves. Everything falls to the floor within an instant— purse, messenger bag, coat— hell, even your keys. Hopping on one foot to remove a light brown, velvet heel, and then the other as you make your way towards your bedroom, ignoring the lively green house plants scattered around window seals and the living room.

You don’t even bother to turn on the lights. Don’t make a pit stop in the kitchen, or even the bathroom to remove your makeup. Hunger pains be damned. There are exactly two things that will help with this mood— an orgasm, and sleep. Thank God one always leads to the other.

It was 10:12am, just two hours into your work day, when you knew what you were going to need to help forget about this day. Emails piling up, phone ringing off the hook, picking up the slack for coworkers because you’re just so well versed in this… we could really use your help. Took its toll. By 10:12am you were ready to scream, punch your perky, always in a good mood cubicle mate, and rip your hair out— so you knew, right then and there, that you were gonna fuck yourself stupid when you got home.

Perverted thoughts lingered all day as you rifled through old court filings and scoured obscure statutes. Thighs tightened as your sex started to dampen at fantasies of being bent over your boss’ desk. Caught yourself staring, more than once, through his open door as he chatted on the phone, bright blue eyes glinting underneath the natural sunlight that poured into his office, crinkling on the sides as he laughed.

Then he would furrow those brows as he read through briefings. Jaw and lips set tight, eyes squinted as he nibbled absentmindedly on his bottom lip. Big hands and thick fingers made the pen in his hand seem entirely too small. Pink tongue darted out to wet pink lips.

You’ve spent many a night with thoughts of Andrew Stephen Barber; and tonight will be no different.

Dark shadows are cast across the floor and bed, small slivers of moonlight creeping in. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor don’t even register in your ears as you wiggle out of your skirt and panties and fall onto the soft, warm, inviting Queen mattress.

Deft fingers make light work of the buttons on your silk blouse but the other hand can’t wait— slipping down your stomach and between sticky, hot flesh. A sharp inhale fills your chest as you rub slow circles against your clit, pangs of quick excitement starting to fire off. Your fingers push down to your slit, prodding and stroking gently as a new wet starts to slick your muscles.

A lazy smile curls onto your face. The stress of the day starts to evaporate as you melt into the mattress, the circles against your clit quickening, hips starting to roll and push up into your hand. The expensive silk of your blouse falls off your shoulders just a bit as you push it away from your chest, exposing two bare tits and quickly thickening nipples.

You take hold of one— tweaking it slow. Pinching and rolling the nub before palming your tit all together, cupping and pushing the mound of flesh up your chest. A swipe of your tongue— rough and torrid— against your nipple makes you grunt deep. Makes your hips jut upward as you prod that now filthy wet slit and hole.

Muscles flex as the sound of your dirty deed fills the empty space. Wet squeaks and sloshes bounce off the walls as fingers thrash back and forth and up and down against your clit. Heavy, thick thuds of your palm pounding against your body when one, two, three fingers finally slip inside— but they aren’t enough. Not wide enough or long enough to feed the hunger.

Then… there’s a shift. The atmosphere in your apartment— your room specifically— just changes on a dime. The tiny hairs on your body start to stand on end, goosebumps raising on your skin. Your eyes slide open, blinking up at the ceiling as your pumping hand slows down to just a creep before stilling completely. An already racing heart starts to beat harder, lips part, eyes and limbs completely frozen in place as fear strikes you.

You’ve felt this before, at random times since you moved in. Sometimes in the shower or in the kitchen, when you’re getting ready for work, or catching up on a show— but mainly at times like this. When you’re stretched out on your bed, naked, fingers rooted deep in your cunt, when you feel like you’re being watched. Like there’s a thousand eyes on you all at once.

There’s even a chill that takes over the room, sometimes getting so cold that for a brief moment, you can see your breath. You’ve gone to management a few times, who of course did nothing— but a few of your neighbors put your mind at ease, it happens to them sometimes too. It struck you odd that it was mainly just your female neighbors who experienced the random chills, but you brushed it off. You live on the southside of the complex, the sun gets blocked by the surrounding buildings. You also live on the first floor— heat rises, cold sinks. It happens.

You swallow hard, shutting your eyes, trying to center yourself again. A small laugh escapes your lips seconds later— you’re ridiculous. Maybe it's time to lay off the horror movies for a while.

Shrugging out of your blouse the rest of the way, you roll onto your side and pull open the drawer of your nightstand. Out comes the cute little heart shaped butt plug, complete with a pretty pink crystal gem. A small bottle of water based lube is next, and then, the pièce de résistance. Your ten inch tall, two inch wide realistic dildo.

Your stomach tightens with anticipation as you fumble with the flip cap of the small purple bottle of lube. Just a dollop is enough to coat the steel plug, the excess on your fingers used to wet your warm, puckered hole. Melting back into the mattress, you roll your shoulders, let your eyes flutter closed, and grab your bottom lip between your teeth as you massage your rim with the rounded tip, gently pushing.

A soft moan vibrates in your throat as your body opens up. Your hole twitches, clenching tight around the toy as it disappears with a quick pop as soon as the widest part is shoved in, leaving nothing to be seen but the pink heart flush against your hot rim. You draw your legs up, calves pressed against the backs of your thighs, butterflying open as you drag the fake cock through your folds— against your clit— using your slick to lubricate the soft silicone.

Fingers find your nub soon after, slapping quick, before stroking the delicate flesh as you start to tease your slit. The cock head slips in easy, but you're so tight, so worked up and eager, muscles swollen, that it takes a little more effort to swallow the rest. Tiny little wet squeaks fall from your lips, body tenses and curls inward as you push, push, push— mouth falling open, face splintering with pleasure.

It takes not even ten seconds for your body to adjust, hips wiggling and shifting to get comfortable, before you're pulling the massive toy out and shoving it back in. You start to murmur, indiscernible, clipped words filtering through full lips— a hot tongue slipping out, sweeping over teeth as your hips start to get into it.

You’re soon too far gone to notice the black shadows moving around the room. Chalk up the feeling of the little hairs standing on end, the goosebumps popping up across your body to your arousal— and not the two piercing blue eyes that illuminate at the edge of your bed.

~~~

Bucky could reach out and touch you he’s so close now. He’s careful still— almost getting caught by you earlier, his anticipation for your almost nightly show getting the best of him. Making him sloppy.

He’s haunted these walls, these rooms, these buildings for decades, if not a century or more. Seen generation after generation moving in and out, kids growing up into adults, adults growing old, the old dying off— but you— fuck, you’ve got to be his goddamn favorite of them all.

Deep brown skin. Lithe and delicate. A soft little quiet thing, engrossed in her solitude and house plants, more than happy to shut the rest of the world out more often than not. You’re gentle. Your soul, your physicality, except in these moments. When you fuck yourself like this, and it doesn’t matter when— in the mornings when the sun is soft, in the late afternoons, your body covered in the oranges and pinks of the sky, late at night in the absolute darkness with nothing but the moon and the shadows— you’re anything but gentle.

Unrestrained and wild you are when in the throes of your arousal. Writhing and loud, a thin sheen of sweat on your brow. Eyes clamped closed so tight sometimes sweet little tears squeeze out and slip down your cheeks. Two perfect tits, mounds of soft flesh, jiggle and bounce with the aggressive thrashes of your fingers against a glistening, sensitive nub.

Nights like tonight are his favorite. When you’re acutely aware that he’s here, but too scared to really give it much thought. When the fear strikes you stiff. When you pull out that monstrous fake cock and spread yourself wide— stretch that pretty, pink, wet cunt. The squelch, the squish of the foreign object being jammed into hot, distended muscles.

Your smell. So sweet and pungent— distinctly you. It’s constantly on the tip of Bucky’s tongue, filling his nostrils, swirling in his head and chest— taunting him. Intoxicating him. Begging and beseeching him to just reach out and touch. Taste. Oh, to have your scent— your flavor— on his lips to savor. He wants to bury his face between those thighs, drown between them. Slither into you and curl up, take up residence.

Bucky’s gotten bold as of late— now, not even waiting until you’re fucked out and sex drunk, falling into a peaceful, post orgasm slumber to move around. No. Now he shifts while you’re still awake, still fucking— toy sowed deep, fingers slapping, hips snapping, back arching.

You’ve snapped your head towards him once or twice over time as you’ve caught his movement in the corner of your eye. Sat straight up, mouth hanging, eyes wide, chest heaving as you stared into the darkness— waiting. Scared shitless. You even tried to cover yourself, hands over your tits, legs closing into each other.

It made him laugh.

You’re already his. That body claimed— no need to cover it up now.

Even tonight, he’s even bolder still. Right at the edge of your bed, peering on. It’s a damn near perfect view when you get like this— sloppy. Legs splayed open, heels dug into the mattress, hips arched off the bed. Your slick glistens underneath the moonlight, splashed on your thighs, strings connected between two puffy, balmy lips. It’s nothing but an invitation— an invitation that he can’t ignore for much longer.

He pushes his knee into the mattress, and then the other, his substantial weight dipping it. Piercing blue eyes snap towards your face as he stalls, waiting for any indication that you feel him there— a smile curling onto his lips when it doesn’t come. So he pushes closer, settles right at your feet. Reaches out, hovers long, black fingers over your chest— so close that his pointed, sharp nails graze your skin.

Makes you gasp.

Bucky snaps his hand back, but you don’t stop. You shiver. Goosebumps ever present on every inch of your skin— but you don’t stop. In fact, you get faster, harder. Pounding that fake cock into your cunt, pushing your hips higher as you slap and knead at that sticky, swollen nub.

You like it.

You like his touch.

Pride swells in Bucky’s chest. Maybe you’re much more receptive than he originally thought. Maybe it’s the fear itself— knowing you’re being watched by something, not someone— is what turns you on. And it makes Bucky bolder still.

He looms over you, hand pressing into the mattress right by your head. Head tilting as he leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek. You jump again, mewl loud when his nails scrape against your skin, between your jiggling, bouncing tits. He wants to fuck you so bad. Stuff you full of his monster cock— he knows you can take it. Knows you can stretch wide for his veiny, dripping prick. Suck those pretty tits into his wet mouth, those hard, perky nipples between his sharp teeth. But he won’t, not now.

You’re so close.

And this is always the best part.

So he pushes away, away from the bed. Hovers up near the ceiling, eyes shifting from their brilliant blue to pitch black so he can enjoy your finale. Then he’ll wait a while, maybe a few nights— maybe a few hours, who knows— to encourage an encore.

With a little help, of course.

~~~

You cry out, shrieking into the darkness as the coil planted deep threatens to snap. The chill in the room has your nipples hard, but the heat blooming across your skin has you damp and sticky. There’s gusts of something— splashing over your naked body— but the windows are closed. The air conditioning turned completely off.

It feels like breath. You’d swear it— and it’s so close. Like someone, or something, is right on top of you. Shudders wrack your body, adrenaline rushes as ice floods your veins. Alarm, panic, sheer horror gripping you.

But, you cum before you can rationalize it. Before you can pinpoint it.

It’s so sweet, the orgasm, so deep as the warmth of it spreads like wildfire. Toes curl hard, so hard they go numb as the waves crash, each one harder than the one before. Heart in your throat, the blood rush in your ears. Muscles spasming, clenching and clamping down around the silicone cock, clit jumping with each contraction of your cunt.

It lasts for awhile— your body knowing that this is what you needed. So you ride it out as long as you can, fingers still rubbing and thrashing against your clit until it’s too sensitive. You stuff the cock into you one last time and leave it there, fixed so deep as your body falls back against the mattress. Your asshole constricts around the plug, twitching and fluttering as the last jerks of your hips start to subside.

Chest heaves with deep, long, ragged breaths. Tits pushing up and down, jiggling, stomach flexing as you go limp. Limp and fucked out. Asshole and cunt used, hot— weeping lube and cum. You’re a mess. A beautiful, sated, sloppy mess.

A lazy smile on your face, eyes hooded, you stare up at the ceiling. Unaware that you’ve found two black eyes just perfectly— stare right into them as they peer back at you.

Sleep starts to pull, a mushy, hazy brain giving in all too easily, not giving you time to recognize that you’re being watched again. That there’s a presence looming just over you— all around you. Or maybe, it's a mechanism. Maybe you don’t want to recognize it. So you roll over onto your side, shimmy underneath the blankets to gather some warmth. Shut your eyes and give into the sleep— vow to stop watching those cheesy scary movies so late at night.

They’re making you paranoid.

The sting of cold on your extremities makes you stir. Letting out a yawn, you flex your toes, pulling the blankets up to your chin as a chill ripples through your bones. You roll onto your back, and push out a breath, not opening your eyes to see the white puff of air. Another shiver, a deep one, rolls through you again, making you shift underneath the blankets and push your face into the pillow.

Moments later is when you perceive a warmth. A soft moan trembles in your throat as you smash the back of your hand against your face, still teetering between sleep and consciousness. The ache between your legs grows harder to ignore— the warmth, starting to sear. Your hips buck soft. Another groan scratches at the back of your throat.

You’re writhing within minutes. A white hot molten pooling in the pit of your stomach and spreading out to the tips of your fingers and toes. The cold nothing but a distant memory as the familiar burn of lechery encompasses your tight body.

It feels so real— a long, forked, rough tongue lapping at your folds, swishing around your clit. You jump suddenly, gasping deep when something like teeth, so many sharp teeth, nibble and bite at the meat of your thighs. There's pressure, pressing down on your stomach and wrapped around your thigh as you draw your knees up slow, digging the balls of your feet into the mattress. The pressure, it’s warm and vast— something like a palm… there’s scratching, quick little tickles over your stomach, your tits, your ankles and calves.

Fingernails. Long, jagged fingernails.

You give in to the fantasy— the dream. Not opening your eyes, not giving into the consciousness that tugs at you, not wanting to lose this euphoria. The pressure on your stomach gets harder, heightening the sensation of the tongue against your core and almost pinning your writhing hips to the sturdy mattress.

The tongue, rough and wet, slithers through your folds, flicking quick against your clit before the mouth sucks you right up— lips, clit— right into it. Tongue flattening against your slit, teasing your pink opening. Then, oh God, and then it slithers inside, that tongue. Massages your hot, swollen muscles from the inside. Your body jolts up, away from the mattress, a breathy, drawn-out snarl bursting from your lips.

You fall back against the mattress— liquify into it really and let your hands roam, finding your taut, thick nipples. Tweaking and rolling them, pinching between deft fingers before palming your tits feeling the goosebumps that have popped up on your flesh again. Your knees fall apart, legs splaying open, putting your swollen cunt on full display for this invisible force.

It’s not long before your hips are jutting up into the dream tongue, the lips, the teeth hard and fast, a sharp sting piercing your clit just as you start to cum again. Loud, shaky moans fill the room as your hips pulse and your back arches. Cursing, whaling as the dream tongue swipes and flicks, lips wrap around your nub again, sucking hard, coaxing every last drop of your release out of you.

Thighs, stomach, arms, cunt burn as a delicious stretch, a used ache settles deep in the exploited muscles. Long, hoarse breaths fill your chest, the air rushing so fast, and yet so slow that it makes you dizzy. You couldn’t move if you wanted to, everything is just so fucking heavy.

Brain is mush again, cloudy and dense, stupid with ardor. Lazy, broken moans vibrate through your vocal chords, body twitches with quick aftershocks every now and again, making you giggle. You feel like you’ve been hit by a mack truck. It’s so nice.

Once your breathing has slowed back to normal, you roll your head towards the window, open your eyes just enough to see the moon cutting into the room. Relief floods through your veins, happy to find it’s still night time, still dark, your room still moody, giving you time to fall back asleep with the pleasant thoughts of whatever just happened— but you’re a mess again. Skin sticky and damp, panties ruined. Your eyes droop and close as you push out a soft breath, hand slipping down your body. You should really clean up.

Maybe in a few minutes. You push your knees together slowly, swaying them back and forth as your fingertips find your clit, toying with it gently. They calm your jumbled nerves quite nicely and immediately— the touch familiar. Your fingers stretch out, tips push down just a little lower as you smile stupid and lazy and blink slowly up at the ceiling.

The smile doesn’t last long.

Your eyes pop open as a simultaneous sharp gasp fills your chest with cold air. Blood runs ice cold through your veins.

“Good,” a scratchy voice sounds as your fingers push through a tuft of thick hair just between your legs, hot breath sticking to tacky flesh.

Shallow, quick breaths squeak through your teeth, eyes wide, lips and chin trembling as your limbs grow heavy— oh so heavy. Frozen. You slam your eyes shut when a hand slides slowly up your side, serrated nails skipping across your skin. A sob chokes out as you slam your eyes shut, fear gripping every inch of your body.

The wet, long, hot tongue of your dreams swipes at your core again but you’re still sensitive— jumpy— hips pushing down into the mattress to get away from it. A second hand grabs your hip, squeezes it hard, stilling your lower half as it laps at you again. The crawling hand finds your left tit, cups it— kneads it slow— rolling the thick bud between even thicker fingers.

“Look at me.” The voice sounds again, like gravel, low and rough.

Your clit is sucked into an instant warmth, a wide, flat tongue massaging— rolling— gently. A soft, tiny little noise thrums in your throat as a shudder ripples through already irritated muscles. The sound pleases whatever is between your legs, as it chuckles deep, the vibrations adding to the sensation of its tongue.

It pinches your nipple— quick, hard— and bites down into the meat of your thigh while also squeezing it with it’s other massive hand, “I want you to look at me.” you hesitate— and it doesn’t like it, “Look at me.”

The chill in its voice forces your eyes open, but you keep them on the ceiling as silent tears trickle down the side of your face and onto your pillow. An influx of air fills your lungs when a hand pushes up to your face. A thumb swipes underneath your eye gently before an index finger curls to wipe away the wet emotion.

“You’re pretty when you cry,” it says, a little softer, still rubbing your cheek slowly, “Look at me.”

Against your better judgement, fighting through the fear, you blink, shifting your eyes towards your drawn-up legs. There are two big eyes, unnaturally blue, probing and upturned, staring back at you, disappearing in the dark as it blinks before they settle back on you. In fact, they stay on you as it’s tongue flicks out at you again, sweeps through your folds, teasing your opening, your clit again. It palms your tit, squeezing before sitting up, exposing it’s true size.

Your eyes follow slowly upward as it towers over you, it’s knees pressing into the mattress, dipping it deep with its weight. You struggle to breathe, eyes flutter quick as your lips tremble, taking in the umbra. There’s a wide chest, thick biceps and forearms and hands and fingers that push your legs back— towards your chest and stomach. Stocky thighs and a—

You gulp slow, sitting up on your elbows as your eyes zero in on the throbbing, weeping cock between its legs. The moon illuminates the pulsing veins running the impressive length, the wet, red, dripping cockhead— cum already dribbling out, splashing on your skin. It’s hot and silky— dense, the cum, as it wipes the spot away with it’s thumb, a nail cutting into your skin.

It grabs itself, strokes it’s massive cock slow as it drags its eyes along your naked body. Another shudder trembles through you when it teases your cunt with it’s cockhead, pressing into your clit, dragging through your folds, prodding at your slit. You let your head drop slightly, let your eyes close to slits, let your mouth drop as it’s fingers skip up and down your thighs, it’s jagged, black nails tickling you.

Errant hips canter upward, pushing your clit against its tip again, coating it with your slick before you let it settle back against your opening.

“Now that you can see me, beautiful,” it’s raspy voice sounds, starting to push into you, “I want you to scream.”

It juts into you hard, pulling a loud scream out of you— just what it wanted. You pant as it pushes, deep, deep, deep, until its hips are flush with yours, cock completely sunk. It doesn’t move right away, lets you wiggle and twitch, hiss and grunt as you adjust to the size— the absolute fullness. Stretched so wide, clasped so tight around this pulsating cock that you aren’t sure that you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

But you’ll risk it.

It locks one of your legs around it’s waist, throws the other over its shoulder, slipping its massive hand down the length, down your calf, over your knee, along your thigh until it’s fingers settle on your cunt— on your clit. Slow circles are drawn into your flesh, a gentle pressure applied as it pulls back, cock dragging out of your death grip. You hiss as it sinks back in, reaching something deep.

It’s blistering after that. Within seconds, hips are snapping, skin slapping against… skin? You aren’t even sure. Long fingers are everywhere, tits, stomach, legs, cunt— gripping, groping, pinching. They venture up to your chin, up to your parted, swollen lips, where they linger. You send wide, innocent eyes up to its blues, tits sliding up and down as you lunge with each thrust— and open your mouth wider, sliding your tongue along the tip of its finger.

When a husky moan rumbles through its chest, your heart soars unexpectedly. It’s pleased with your eagerness— your reception.

You’re empty suddenly. A strong hand grips your side, pulls you roughly down the bed. Flips you over before yanking your hips upward, propping you up on your knees. And then, you’re pinned— an unyielding grip around the back of your neck holding you in place. You grunt and start to whimper, another bout of fright coursing through your veins as it smashes the side of your face into the sheets and pillows.

It fucks back into you slow, a long, shuddering groan spilling out of your trembling lips, “My pet,” it speaks again, squeezing the back of your neck a little harder, “Such a sweet little thing.”

Reaching back, your fingers graze over a sinewy thigh, taking hold as you start to spring forward with each drive of its hips. You slam your eyes closed, more emotion squeezing out of them. The dull burn is back in the pit of your stomach. Your toes and fingers start to curl and flex as each stroke gets sweeter and sweeter, hitting that deep little spot within.

Goosebumps pop up again. Heat blooms across your skin, filling your face and chest and stomach. Spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth as two pouty lips form a perfect little “o” as you start to shriek, each sound coming faster and faster, louder and louder. Your fingers find your nub again, rubbing and slapping to set this release in motion. The sound of your slick is sloppy, wet— and gorgeous, to both you and it.

You’re cursing, sobbing, begging within minutes, teetering right on the edge. It starts to thumb at your asshole, rubbing the rim gently, pushing just inside— coaxing you on.

That’s all it takes. You tense hard— toes curl, fists ball, stomach clenches— and then stiffen as your orgasm hits. A white hot flushing through as you quake, cunt spasming around it’s heavy cock. Jammed full, orgasm rippling, fingers still thrashing against your constricting clit, you’re dizzy, warm all over, sweaty and freezing cold all at the same time.

Your companion— this monster of the night, lurking in the shadows— hammers on behind you, pumping, gripping, squeezing, pushing you down further into the mattress as his strokes get sharper. Stronger. More forceful.

It gets loud. Growling so deep and heavy that the sound shakes the walls— the bed. God, the poor neighbors. It grips your hip with one hand so hard you yelp in pain, hands flailing, trying to grip and grab anything they can as it fucks into you.

One, two more jabs and it stills quick— and that’s when you feel it. Another white hot, this time all concentrated in your overstimulated, tight, wet cunt. Long ribbons of cum, silk soft and warm, fill you up, up, up— to the brim. It’s cock veins pulsate, it’s girth seemingly growing wider, stretching you more as it unloads. Cock jumping in your tight grasp as cum weeps from it.

You take it all, humming loud and proud, panting as you feel it’s seed spill out, down the inside of your thigh.

It drags out slow, as if not wanting to at all. Like it likes the feeling of your messy, cum filled cunt all wrapped around him. You feel that swollen cock head through your folds again, slowly pushing up and down your clit, teasing your slit. A finger, and then another glance over your asshole— lovingly. Softly. Massaging the twitching rim before burying it’s hard cock between your cheeks, slapping you with it.

“No more,” you plead, voice small and broken and pathetic, “Please, I can’t.”

Another chuckle rumbles through its chest, “Ok sweet girl,” there’s a hand on the back of your head, stroking curly, damp, surely tangled hair, “Such a good girl.”

Hands are back on your skin again, fingers pushing and pulling, adjusting you on the mattress. You’re flat now, splayed out on your belly, legs spread, hands shoved underneath your pillows and head. Balmy skin, puffy flesh is soothed by slow gushes of breath, making you jump and whine more— whimper more. The bed sinks again as it moves, pulled again, your back up against a massive chest and hard stomach.

It wraps around you, slinging an arm and a leg over you, enveloping you in its warmth. Rids your face of the wetness, pushing the remaining tears away with its thumb. Nuzzles in close— a scratchy cheek against your own.

A heavy hand over your heart.

“I like this,” it says soft, tapping along with your heartbeat, “The rhythm.”

You hum again, happily fucked out and cock drunk, already feeling an ache settling into your muscles and bones. Hips and ass push back into its hips, pushing its dense cock against you— wanting to feel it resting against your cunt, “You got a name?”

“Brarthronoz.”

“Excuse me?” you giggle through a deep yawn as your eyes flutter.

It— he nuzzles again, pushing his face closer, “Bucky is fine, pet.”

“Bucky,” you sigh a little, “I like that.”

You fall asleep with the soft rhythm of his breath against your neck.

When you wake, he’s gone— but you kinda figured that anyway. The oranges of the sky and rising sun chases away all the shadows. You go about your routine but a little slower— inflamed, throbbing arms and legs make showering and brushing your teeth a little harder this morning.

You look for him though, in the corner of your little kitchen, in that small spot where the sun just never quite reaches.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when you find a pair of bright blue eyes fixed on you, a little wink encouraging you further.

“Toast?” You ask cheekily, a wide smile on your face as you offer him a plate.

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do you have any spuffy fic recs?

Unfavorable Odds by bookishy (WIP)

One night. That was all Buffy thought she'd be spending with Spike. He'd tell her how he killed her sister slayers, and in exchange, he'd get cash and one "get out of petty evil free" card. Instead, after a surprise ambush and several tranquilizer darts, they both wake up in an alternate dimension to find that they're now players in a life-or-death game set in Bizarro Sunnydale. To survive, they'll have to be the last ones standing--or figure out who brought them here in the first place and why. Sounds easy, right? After all, it's not like she hasn't worked with Spike to take down a baddie before. Unfortunately, their fellow competitors are kind of familiar. Like, really familiar. You could say they know them just as well as they know themselves.

Ex Magic by bookishy (WIP)

Buffy rescues Spike from the First's cave, only to find that he's not healing like he used to. Betting on the chance that a sire ritual will help put him back fighting at her side, Buffy does a rather dubious spell to call Drusilla to Sunnydale. But she's not the only one of Spike's exes to show up . . . A season seven rewrite that goes AU post 7x11 "Showtime."

Inside Man by Holly (Complete)

Spike had this perfect memory of them together—her holding his hand, looking at him with tears in her eyes, telling him she loved him. If a man had to die, that was the way to do it. But in their world, the dead don’t stay dead. A completely canon-compliant retelling of AtS Season 5, beginning with Harm’s Way.

with a little daring do by lovelyorbent (Complete)

The first time they crossed paths Willow stared at Spike like she had grown a second head, although, Buffy reminded herself, it was possible she was just looking at the fangs. Or maybe the breasts. And, on one hand, you know, girl power, but on the other hand, ugh. What kind of monster went shirtless under a leather jacket?

“Is she — ” Will said, with a look on her face that was something like mesmerized.

“Is the Pope catholic, Will?” Xander asked.

“Way different reactions to crosses, though,” Buffy pointed out. “And probably also to girl on girl action.”

Willow choked.

scared of what's behind and what's before by womanaction (Complete)

The world is harsh, and cruel, and loud. They take it slow. Vague post-Chosen AU.

To Apprehend Air by Quinara (Complete)

Two days after LMPTM, Spike's soul is stolen. But that's OK; they can get it back, right? Simple. How hard is it to hop dimensions, anyway? Or storm a castle…

'I love you' is a thing you say to people who are dying by Quinara (Complete)

Season 7. Buffy/Spike. Some Watchers survived, because sometimes people do.

Turn and Face the Strain by Quinara (Complete)

Sunnydale and LA are brought together in late S6; Buffy's life seems to be taking a better turn because of it.

The Fun House Doors of Perception by Rebcake (Complete)

Spike's sure he's got it all figured...

Eternal Beauty by brutti_ma_buoni (Complete)

Just another mission. Just another creepy, empty, bloody apartment.

Just another- Oh bloody hell. Maybe not so empty.

Green Card Verse by brutti_ma_buoni (Incomplete)

Sometime after Something Blue, in an increasingly AU Sunnydale, it's becoming clear that Spike just hiding out in a crypt or a basement isn't enough. The Scoobies still need Spike, and the Initiative's plans are bigger, and longer term, than in canon. Drastic action is required. Buffy steps up to the... altar? What happens after that changes the face of the Buffyverse. There's frivolity and angst in varying quantities as we see what this one 'simple' change has meant.

wouldn't it be nice (in the kind of world where we belonged) by SummerFrost (Complete)

Spike is still beneath her, so hard he's vibrating, and a second ago she was living in this amazing, perfect, fresh piece of Dubble Bubble bubblegum world. A second ago, she loved him.

Or: The thing about Willow's will-be-done spell is that, yeah, obviously it sucks that it happened with Spike. But now that all those totally fake lovey-dovey feelings are gone, Buffy is starting to worry that she'll never get them back—with anyone. Too bad the only person who might understand is her mortal enemy.

Daemons Luminati by kalima (Complete)

“Angels are terrible things, my Spike. Demons of the light they are, with steel tipped pinions and hair like candyfloss that cuts your tongue to ribbons. They’ll come for us all one day, them with their sharp bones and huge willies.”

Can a vampire be dragged, kicking and screaming into the light? We’ll see. Spike’s a complicated guy, isn’t he?

Buffy Season Noir by Anna S. (Incomplete)

He was the only person who ever left her whose abandonment she'd truly earned, and he was the only one who kept coming back.

Domino Effect by Anaross (Complete)

Spike slips away unnoticed after Angel gives Buffy the amulet that might help in the final battle and runs directly into a tearful Buffy with a message from the future. AU after End of Days.

Distance by Herself (Complete)

When Buffy goes to the aid of an amnesiac Spike after the L.A. apocalypse, they both find out what lies at the core of their mutual attraction. Can their new love survive the return of Spike's real memories of all that's gone before?

Let's Get Lost by Herself (Complete)

She'd gone far far away from Sunnydale. From herself. Her name. Her calling. She didn't want any contact with the old life. Much less him. That pain-in-the-ass vampire. "Spike." She punched at the eyes floating before her; but he ducked and she pitched forward. He caught her before she fell face down in the filth. "What is this?" She wrenched herself free. "Since when do you help?" Set immediately post season 2.

#spuffy #long post #fic recs

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(set in the movie-verse) They got out of the Maze.

They got themselves out of the Scorch.

They finally rid themselves of WICKED's clutches.

They're finally safe in Safe Heaven.

But Minho can't seem to feel happy.

The sacrifices that were made, for him and the others to arrive here were not easy to move on from.

Ben, Zart, Alby was lost to the grievers of the Maze.

Chuck, who got out of the maze still died from saving Thomas from Gally.

Winston, who they lost from something they knew nothing about before.

The Experiments that WICKED did to him when he got caught still plague his mind till now, he wonders if him sitting here near the bonfire besides Jorge is real. That Newt really died, that he failed in one thing he was good at.

Running.

He failed to run to get the serum to Newt before it was too late the fact that Brenda managed to arrive there before him thanks to the bullets firing at the direction he needed to rin, once he arrived there was Newt laying lifeless on the floor and Thomas was nowhere in sight.

And Thomas.

The greenie, who he met after his daily runs in the maze.

The greenie, who disregarded the rules to save him when he couldn't get out of the maze with Alby before the gates closed.

The greenie who didn't abandon Alby when he did and managed to kill a griever and changed everything.

The greenie was the reason he was in a maze, yet he, Newt, and Chuck forgave immediately after his confession.

The greenie who got them out of the maze, and into the scorch.

Thomas, who got them out of WICKED's clutches once more and escape to the scorch.

Thomas, who went to him once he got struck by lightning.

Thomas, who despite Teresa's betrayal and a clear shot of running away when WICKED infiltrated the Right arm's base, still decided to stay with them.

Thomas, who ran after him when Minho got himself caught by WICKED.

It was Thomas, who lead the others in finding him.

It was Thomas's voice, who woke him up in the surgical room.

It was Thomas, who believed in him. And Minho believed in him too.

He had lost almost everyone he cared for, in the Maze, the Scorch, the city.

And when he saw the bullet wound in Thomas's stomach it was as if his world started crumbling down. Everything around him was a blur, voices static as his hands went to the wound immediately went to the wound, stopping it from bleeding.

All he could remember is how his blood-stained hands, Thomas's blood, and they were already at the Safe Haven, and Thomas lying in the makeshift medical room that Gally and the others made.

The only thing that registered to him was the slow yet steady movement of Thomas's chest.

He's still alive.

He never left the room during the first two weeks. The others understood him, the Gladers the most with Frypan delivering food to him so he's still eating, or when Gally and Brenda would take over in watching over Thomas whenever he needs to use the restroom.

He never slept, no, he can't sleep.

Because whenever he tries to even close his eyes, all he could ever see were the deaths of his friends, seeing Newt's body on the floor, and his hands stained with Thomas's blood.

After one particular nightmare of Thomas dying on the plane, he swore to never sleep until Thomas wakes up.

But after those two weeks, Vince with the help of Jorge and the other Gladers managed to coerce him out of the room, and with great difficulty.

The only thing that got him out was the thought of Thomas and Newt mocking him for just sitting down and doing nothing, with Newt's accent saying. "Get your bloody ass up and go do something."

It got a smile out of his face but was gone in an instant. Yet he got the message, so he agreed.

So that's how he found himself sitting in the bonfire with Jorge in his side, sharpening sticks of wood into stakes. It's been two weeks since he got out of the Medical room, and a month since Thomas's unconsciousness.

There was a nagging voice in his head that kept repeating, Thomas will never wake up, but he manages to tune it out most of the time.

But sometimes the thought overpowers him, leaving him breathless as his eyes wander up to his hands, as the scenery of the sun in the beach changes into the night in the helicopter, as his hands which were holding a knife and a wooden stake turn into bloodied hands, as he hears a distant voice yet he could only focus on his hands.

"Min-"

His own bloodied hands.

"Minho."

Stained by the blood of Thomas.

Thomas.

"Hermano."

Minho blinks, as the scenery changes back into the beach, and there was a hand placed on his shoulder, Jorge's hands. And felt himself being able to breathe.

"I'm..." He tries to formulate a valid excuse of why he almost got a panic attack in broad daylight but all he manages to say was. "I'm alright."

The other let out a laugh, and he gives a look that meant he doesn't believe him when he finally manages to stop.

"You know no one believes you when you say that right?" Jorge spoke softly, Minho would've glared at Jorge if he were any of the other adults in the safe zone, but after all, they've been through, Jorge is the only Adult he trusts in the Safe Haven.

"Is it about Thomas?"

He can only nod.

He hears a sigh coming from Jorge, it wasn't a sigh of annoyance, rather a sigh that Minho thought understands him.

"He'll wake up kid, that kid is tougher than anyone here. So don't worry, Hermano." With one last pat on the back, Jorge went back to carving up stakes.

He wanted to stop worrying, to do something productive in the place they now call home.

Yet he can't.

Minho could only worry about Thomas.

That was one thing that occupied his mind as well. His worry about Thomas. He questions why does he worry about him so much, ever since they survived the maze that fateful night he always seems to worry about the other's wellbeing, especially when he would try to go inside the maze alone to check the dead griever.

He wonders why he worries so much about Thomas, he doesn't feel like this with the other Gladers, to Newt.

Only Thomas.

And that's what confuses him, he knows that what he feels about Thomas is different. He just couldn't pinpoint what that is.

His eyes wandered to Aris, who was happily talking with Harriet and Sonya who were holding hands. He remembers during the first week he heard from Brenda that the three are officially a couple. At that time he didn't mind it that much because his mind was occupied by Thomas.

But looking at them now, he couldn't help but be happy for them. They manage to find something to live for during to times, and Minho couldn't stop the feeling of longing to have that as well.

It was sudden yet it was strong. He imagined being happy in the safe haven with that person, walking around the beach. He imagined running together in the forests nearby, mostly to scout the area but mostly for fun.

His eyes wandered again and this time his thoughts were who that person might be, which was hard because the only person who was even in his mind after arriving in safe haven was-

"Thomas."

He spoke without thinking as he stared at the figure slowly walking in the distance, and he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

But there he was.

Standing and Awake.

Thomas is awake.

His body moved on its own. The items he was holding were dropped to the ground which caught Jorge's attention who followed where he was looking and he dropped his own items, but Minho already stood up and started walking, slowly yet decreasing the distance between him and Thomas.

Time seemed to slow down when their eyes met, and both of them stopped. He heard footsteps behind him, and he knew it was the others yet he couldn't care because Thomas is awake.

Thomas looked tired, he looked like he went through hell and he did. They all did. And Minho wanted to say something, anything because he knew the other is already blaming himself for Newt and Teresa's death. He knew that none of them would be ok after that and he wanted to console Thomas about that.

But Minho knew it was Newt who were good were words, and Newt's gone. So he does it in the way he knew best, by actions.

Slowly he shortened the distance and opens his arms, finding that Thomas was doing the same and once their hug connected, he felt like he was finally home.

It was tight, it was warm, it was everything Minho could ever want and from the way, Thomas tightened his hug, he agrees. The hug removed every worry he had about Thomas never waking up.

It was as if Minho had an epiphany.

All those feelings he had about Thomas, all the worrying and everything else, it was love.

He loves Thomas. Because to him, Thomas was his home.

He just hopes that Thomas feels the same way because they only have each other now and he doesn't wanna lose him too.

Their hug lasted a lot longer than anyone would've thought, and even as the separated Thomas hands went to his caress his cheeks as their foreheads are now touching, the touch warm in his own body.

"Good to have you back, Thomas."

Minho managed to say, and it brights out a smile from Thomas, a small one but Minho was glad it managed to make him smile.

"Thanks..." Thomas said as his eyes trailed from Minho's eyes to his lips.

"Thomas, I-" He went to say something, to declare his feelings to Thomas because he almost lost him many times, and he almost lost him for good this time. And he thought that if he wastes his time then he might lose Thomas for good and he could never say what he wanted to.

But before he could finish his sentence, warm lips connected with his. And it took him a second to register that Thomas kissed him before he kissed back. The kiss cemented what he felt about Thomas, it was his way of saying, "I love you." to Thomas. And the way Thomas responded meant, "I love you too." And Minho could help but smile at the kiss.

They later separated as Minho hears cheers coming from behind him. He can definitely hear the Gladers the most.

"Thank god you two shuckfaces finally figured it out."

"Congrats to both of you!"

He can hear Jorge say. "I told you so." And he knew he should thank the man later but his focus right now is on Thomas, whose face is red (although he shouldn't complain knowing he is probably the same) yet he was smiling. Warm hands went to him, and he linked theirs together.

"Welcome home, Thomas."

"Home." Thomas mulled, facing the others who were smiling back at him, then to Minho. And Minho believed the smile Thomas gave him rivals the sun. "I like that."

And now, hand in hand the two walked together for Thomas to greets the others who wasted no time in teasing the both of them.

One last time, Minho stared at his hands.

Yet his hands were no longer stained with Thomas's blood.

His hands were clean, and he was holding Thomas's hands instead.

And he wouldn't want it any other way.

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