#but it comes at the cost of CONSTANTLY feeling like a huge fucking annoyance to the only person in my life

[maraeffect]

there is literally not a worse feeling that exists than the feeling that you just annoy people.

#just doesn't exist. I'm so fucking isolated right now i absolutely hate it. and the people that ARE close to me? #i feel that i annoy them the most and one of them is actively pushing me away #i can't find anyone to be friends with me IRL here in Jersey. it's been almost nine months here #and I don't have a single IRL friend. i try online apps and support groups but nothing clicks #and the people that chat with me on the apps stop answering after 2 messages. #my own best friend of like 8 years won't even fucking talk to me. not bc she hates me or anything #but she is so fucking caught up in her own head that she literally avoids me. so that sucks!! #i know she's suffering bc she is so worried about me but. it's a really big slap in the face that #we've supported each other thru thick and thin the past 8 years. and i dropped everything for her more than once #but in my time of biggest need when I'm the most alone I've ever been in my adult life??? #she cannot show up for me. that fucking sucks. #and I've distanced myself from my only close family bc they've severely mistreated me so. #all i have is my partner. who means the world to me and sacrifices so much to help me!! #but it comes at the cost of CONSTANTLY feeling like a huge fucking annoyance to the only person in my life #who is genuinely able to show that they love and care for me. that's literally awful to feel. #we just had our 5 year anniversary and i needed something really celebratory so badly. #and it didn't happen and our ''anniversary'' was just at home #and our official anniversary of starting dating is on veterans Day. and we won't even be in the same fucking region #so I'll be alone with my shitty family. #i hate it i feel so unappreciated and unwanted and like nothing about me is ever enough. #negative #audio

[unohanadaydreams]

Don’t ask me why I made this, just know that I’m right and this is not just a Headcanon post but real. It’s not me having brain worms haha that would be insane. Honestly I just started thinking about how the hell arc introducing Seireitei approved social media would be such a mistake but god would it be fun to watch.

The Current Captains On Social Media

Shunsui Kyoraku - Failed erotic novel author turned romance/erotic novel reviewer. The fan base for his work is very small compared to his actual following. There is some divide in his followers—those who follow for his life updates and those who want to hear him talk at length about his latest read. Funnily enough, his quick, messy posts usually paired with scenery or a selfie are his most popular writing, often hailed as snippets of his poetic soul. Lots of people want to give him a hug.

Soi Fon - Adamant privacy and safety poster. Took to code and anti-virus technology well, much to Mayuri’s annoyance. Posts tips and tricks that read more like demands. Is known for her bitchy responses when followers @ her with their progress that are eaten up gratefully. Her advice is punctuated by posts admiring athletic women and these women make up the bulk of who she follows. She seems to admire runners and lifters the most. Her threatening posts when people hit on her too hard/with too many notes to back them up are turned into copypastas.

Rose Otoribashi - Has one of the larger followings thanks to his nostalgic visuals as well as his dedication to frequently posting new music. He has a personality that’s easily digestible when viewed through snippets. The fact that his passion is music and his job is news/editing also do him a lot of favors. He loves doing live streams and encourages his followers to perform for & with him.

Isane Kotetsu - Her growth being captured on social media not just as a captain but as a person has given her a fan base that feels extremely protective of her. She’s less known for what content she brings and more for her personality. Any creative content she posts is likely to start trending. Especially her ‘peaceful morning’ videos and reflective writing. She’s one of the more interactive posters, beloved for her encouraging responses.

Shinji Hirako - As a more private person, he doesn’t have much of a following and his most popular posts are candid moments posted by others. Lisa is a large reason people consider him endearing in anyway. Definitely the kind of person who is either considered cringe or cool with little in between. The kind of guy who asks what he should do with his hair and then goes with an option that wasn’t listed.

Byakuya Kuchiki - Has an extremely scheduled and curated presence on any site he’s on, but is nonetheless adored. He used to ask Renji and Akon for advice on how to handle some of the more online behavior (like being @ed by women who photoshop them as their date to events or being asked how many notes a date would cost) but stopped quickly. Turns out saying something is flattering leads to more of that behavior. Any selfie he posts is edited and reposted into oblivion until it’s thousands of people’s pfp.

Tetsuzaemon Iba - Despite him being one of the most well rounded captains personality wise, he gets put onto block lists the most for his dedication to concepts of manliness, which are easy concepts to feed to the social media outrage machine. Women’s Association vs Men’s Association is a popular meme where the former is something sensible and the latter is something ineffective/archaic. That being said, he’s also known as a ‘problematic fav’ and people will often post memes about abandoning their feminism for a few minutes to like his selfies and training videos.

Lisa Yadomaru - Another captain with a large love and hate following. Often picked apart for interacting with porn/hentai accounts, thirsting after women openly, and posting pictures alluding to her sexual escapades. Despite her account being regular food for the outrage machine, she doesn’t seem to care or pay attention to it and is forever horny on Main. She posts a lot of candid photos/videos of her friends. Recommends the best fucked up fiction.

Kensei Muguruma - Of course he does cooking videos, but what really does well are his cooking challenges. He forces his lieutenant, friends, and colleagues to compete with him on making a better dish on a time limit and often with other handicaps. Usually wins. His bloopers get a ton of mileage when he posts them. His merch is constantly sold out. People often dress up as him for Halloween/conventions, usually with foam or blow up arms/abs.

Toshiro Hitsugaya - Another captain with a huge following due to him approaching social media with his tireless work ethic. His ice sculptures are very popular and his pop-up galleries sell out in hours. Is actually a huge fan of ‘cozy’ games and is known for having beautiful towns/farms/ect that showcase his attention to detail. He does events in Minecraft sometimes, where he guides people through building large scale projects (and also feels like he’s making friends but that’s left entirely unsaid). A bit harsh, but beloved.

Kenpachi Zaraki - People question if it’s really his account because it’s so random at times, but he posts videos of him mowing down his subordinates during training so it has to be. The odd content includes engaging with easy recipes & activities for toddlers and increasingly complicated punk hairstyles that he really does try out. He also posts weekly, asking for people to volunteer and fight him. The human world especially loves this and he gets a lot of responses. He tries to set up times to fight them but Nanao threatens to delete his accounts and put him on suspension if he attempts to follow through. He posts a lot of post-battle pictures and humans gobble it up. “Just fought *insert ridiculous thing here*” is a huge meme.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - He is constantly making new accounts and circumventing bans for posting links to his old lab work, that often involves heinous amounts of gore. Actually does have a following, often from those within his own division, those hoping to be in his division, or humans who see him as edgy and a little bit off his rocker, which they think is cool. He posts pictures of himself whenever he switches up his look. And posts Nemuri a lot with unhinged captains about how she’s going to outpace even the head captain and no one could make someone as special & smart as her. Just comes off as a really passionate dad. Plenty of people are convinced he’s a creepy pasta project ran by a dude with a daughter.

Rukia Kuchiki - Like Isane, she’s really loved for who she is rather than creative content. Even her attempts at being stern and ‘captain-like’ are fawned over. She has a line of children’s books, stickers, and notebooks with her cute drawings. Her most popular set was when her daughter contributed. The human world is convinced Renji is her house husband and her life is generally seen as all around ‘goals’. Her posts are riddled with mistakes and very sporadic; she’s posted accidental live streams while she did paperwork and they went viral. She posts tons of candids of her subordinates and family but they are usually blurry or actually videos.

#bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #shunsui kyoraku #soi fon #rose otoribashi #isane kotetsu #shinji hirako #byakuya kuchiki #tetsuzaemon iba #lisa yadomaru #kensei muguruma #toshiro hitsugaya #kenpachi zaraki #mayuri kurotsuchi #rukia kuchiki #Mayuri having conspiracy videos dedicated to him actually fuels me

[alderaani]

Embers

summary: After Umbara, Boil learns how to endure, and how to reclaim pieces of his brothers marching on | AO3 | series

warnings: canonical character death, grief, animal injury + mentions of animal death (completely not explicit, on the level of canon-typical violence).

a/n: finally another part of my 100 clone prompts - the rest of the series is linked above! i know there’s not much in canon to support Waxer being an animal lover, but i wanted to give Gree a friend to nerd out with and it’s cute. also gotta pay homage to @nibeul’s wonderful art here - while I wasn’t consciously inspired by it, it hits on v similar themes and is just beautiful like...that image of waxer holding up numa lives in my head rent free.

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Insects swirled in a halo around his helmet. They swarmed around the seams of his blacks, too, attracted to the small beads of sweat there, to the tiny strips of flesh he couldn’t quite cover. The rising bites itched, rubbing where the edge of his vambraces met fabric, and the buzzing was enough to drive a man mad. Boil sighed, brushing them off half-heartedly and watching them billow angrily away. They’d be back. They always were.

In the reprieve, he fumbled at his belt for the viewfinders hooked there and brought them to his visor. As he spun the dial to within half a klik so that he could search the undergrowth, his thumb settled in the comforting groove where Waxer had dropped them and chipped the plastoid. He worried at it with his nail while he scanned, frowning.

It was too still.

Too quiet.

Had been in his head for weeks now, verging on a month, and he was still waiting to feel something other than crippling emptiness. There weren’t any dreams any more, none except for the oldest one they all pretended not to have; levelling a blaster against Kenobi’s head and pulling the trigger. Even that didn’t feel like the nightmare it used to.

Eventually he lowered the viewfinder, feeling the hair stand up on the back of his neck at the stifled sound of his own breath in the dense air. A faint, humid breeze stirred the leaves, sending a cloud of thick yellow pollen up towards the canopy. Boil blinked to bring up the filter diagnostic on his HUD, keeping his belly low to the ground to avoid the stuff as it drifted lazily overhead.

“Kid, you doin’ alright out there?”

He listened to the static hum of the comm line for a few moments, biting back the panic that crawled up the back of his throat when it dragged on just a beat too long.

“Apart from gettin’ gnawed on by the bugs? Just grand, Sir.”

Potshot sounded a little winded, but that was probably just the heat. Blacks self-regulated temperature, but only to the extent that they made sure you sweated evenly. It never used to be quite so bad; that had been the one thing Phase 1 armour had going for it, for all it was bulkier and less adaptable to varied terrain. He supposed the Republic had had to cut costs somewhere. Waxer would’ve been whining by now that his ass was so hot they could light a flare off it. Potshot was young enough that he’d never known any different.

“Good, you see anything?” Boil grunted, pinging his location anyway. There was no real reason for it; Potshot might’ve still been green but he wasn’t stupid, and he’d done well to keep up so far. Boil could stand being self aware enough to acknowledge that he hadn’t been the most welcoming, or the most patient with the new partner he’d never wanted. He wouldn’t have had any right to be overbearing now, but it was for his own comfort, however small and bittersweet.

“Nothin’ at all. That seem odd to you too?” Potshot said, as the surveillance holos he’d taken popped up. Boil flipped through them, earmarking a couple to show him how to improve the angle later. The important shit was all there - enough to confirm what he’d already suspected. No birds, no creatures, no fresh droppings.

Just the bugs, and the trees, and them.

“Yeah, it’s odd alright. Think we’ve found what the general’s looking for.”

Boil felt pressure around his right boot and turned, vibroblade in hand, to stab into the fleshy vine knotting round it. It writhed and retreated, leaving behind pitted, smoking trails where acid had started eating into the plastoid. He registered the damage with a dull sort of annoyance. It was something else to take care of later, a way to look busy and shape the silence. It would fend off the others and their offers of company, made out of pity he couldn’t bear to look at.

“Really? What’re you seein’, boss?” Potshot asked.

Boil glanced upwards to track the position of the sun; high, almost directly overhead. At the peak of the day this place should have been teeming. Instead the only tracks he’d found had been baked solid, and this wasn’t the shocked quiet that followed a stampede. It was stagnant, aging.

“This forest is in the centre of an old super-volcanic crater, right?” he asked, not waiting for a response. It had been in the mission dossier, alongside profiles of the flesh eating plants, the deadly pollen and the venomous creatures, all of it fenced into the sloped, unforgiving bowl of the terrain. It was the kind of forest that stuck in the mind. “And we know that something has driven the wildlife away.”

Potshot hummed, the comm muffling for a second as he shifted. It took a moment of bitter disappointment coiling in Boil’s belly for him to realise that he’d been waiting for a sharp quip that wasn’t coming. He swallowed thickly, wondering how it was possible to feel so wrongfooted while lying down. If he’d ever find his balance again. If he ever wanted to feel whole now that such a fundamental piece was missing.

Potshot groaned suddenly. “Kriff it, the factories we’re looking for are underground, aren’t they?”

Boil forced a chuckle, choking past the self hatred clawing up through his lungs. The kid deserved better, deserved a superior who didn’t constantly treat him like a ghost.

“That’s it, kid. Just like the simulations, eh?”

Potshot laughed, the easy sound making Boil’s throat seize in longing so strong his teeth ached. Waxer would’ve loved him, and that made it all the worse.

“Hardly. What do we do next?”

“Alright,” Boil said, lifting the viewfinder for one last look at where he could see slight fog rising through the trees. “You get your ass back to forward command and debrief the General, I’m heading in for a closer look.”

“ What? But - Sir! We’re supposed to be working as a team. I can’t leave you -”

“Sometimes working as a team means you do your duty and trust the others to do theirs.” He cut in, keeping his voice steady by force of will. Sometimes, it meant carrying on alone. Boil clipped the viewfinder back into place and prepared to move, even as Potshot continued protesting. Boil didn’t answer for long enough that silence fell on the line.

“...am I not performing to the standard expected, Sir?”

Potshot’s voice was soft, all vulnerable underbelly. Still so shiny, and Boil remembered feeling like that, like there was still a scorecard constantly on his forehead.

“No - kid -” Boil sighed, dropping his head forward. He’d never learned how to be gentle - it hadn’t ever come naturally, and there had been no reason to lose his sharp edges when Waxer had always been there to foil them for him. He felt sharper now than ever, full of shards that didn’t sit right, and fished among the pieces for something his brother might have said. “I trust you to have my back. You’re doing everything right. But...sometimes we’ve gotta think of the mission. We need more proof before we can move in, but the two of us get caught, command loses what we already know.”

“Can’t we just send a comm?” Potshot asked, his voice still tight and hurt sounding and he was fucking this up, shouldn’t have been trusted to try to fix himself without breaking everyone else wide open in the process.

“Don’t trust it not to get intercepted,” Boil said, which was only half a lie, and would have made Cody scoff at the back to front over-caution. “And it don’t all fit in a comm. They’ll need everything you can remember to plan the advance.”

Potshot sighed, but when he spoke again his voice was looser. “...Yes, Sir. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t,” Boil said, feeling his own chest lighten. “If you don’t hear from me by 1100 then raise me on the priority channel.”

He listened until Potshot had stated a reluctant affirmative and clicked off the line, then bellied out of the undergrowth and headed further in, to the epicentre of the unnatural quiet. He liked the way his mind went silent on recon, how everything else fell away. It wasn’t quite the same, tilted just a little off axis, but similar enough to when it had been Waxer at his six that if he didn’t think about it, he could almost trick himself into believing nothing had changed.

Plus, the space was good, just for a few minutes, where he didn't have to pretend for anyone.

It was a quiet journey, for the most part, punctuated only by the steps he couldn’t quite muffle. His thoughts were broken some time later when he suddenly heard it; the distant mechanical boom of something deep underground. He quickened his pace, following the vibrations until the earth under his feet grew hot, the air shimmering unnaturally in front of him. It had been like this at Point Rain, when the sand baked and glinted, glass-like, under the blaze of the overhead sun. If he hadn’t known the super-volcano was very thoroughly extinct, he could have kidded himself that it was just the geothermal energy of magma moving close to the surface. A clever disguise. But not clever enough.

The ground sloped ever downwards the further into the bowl he got. He watched where he placed his feet as it grew rockier, stones and small craters acting like pitfall traps concealed by the moss. Boil pinged his scanner every minute, searching for Seppie probes as the terrain tapered, falling away into a green-rimmed yawning abyss. Set into the centre of it was a huge grate, the source of the searing air. Here were the factories they’d been looking for, exactly where he’d suspected. It was a muted sort of satisfaction.

He crouched at the edge of the drop, taking holos and transmitting them directly to the Commander’s HUD. Then he checked his chrono and sent an unapologetic follow up that he’d be late to rendezvous, seeing that 1100 was about to come and go. Then he minimised the comms on his HUD to flash for priority only; he’d get bollocked for being late sooner or later, but he figured it would be novel to have it fully in person.

Finally he turned, ready to start the rapid scale back towards the 212th's forward camp, when he registered a low, keening whine.

His blaster was in his hands within a moment, trained at the knee-high leaves. The sound came again, higher this time, followed by laboured panting.

He gently brushed aside some of the foliage with his blaster barrel. Dark eyes stared at him from between the leaves. They both froze. It was some sort of animal, obviously; a mammal, probably a predator. It was small too, with paws too large for its scrawny body and a dark, downy fur that rippled with every laboured breath.

Sharp teeth. A narrow muzzle. A long, whip-like tail.

A vornskr, Boil thought, and hated how readily the identification came, how readily he tensed in anticipation of the inevitable Boil can you see - do you know how rare -

He shook the memories away, of Waxer leaning precariously over the top bunk to wave some manual Commander Gree had sent him in his face, bleating about some animal or species that Boil couldn’t pronounce. In the present the vornskr pup cowered away from him, pushing backwards on thin, spindly legs. Deceptively powerful though, he’d bet.

The creature let out another whine and stumbled, an odd abortive movement. Boil pressed more of the leaves away to get a better look and swore when he saw the brutal metal trap closed around one of its small hind legs, paring down to bone. His blaster was up and trained on the thing before he thought much about it. Better to shoot it, put it out of its misery, than prolong its suffering. It was what they did as part of the cleanup sometimes; wildlife was usually pretty good at getting out of the active battlefronts, but there were always stragglers. The too old or the too young, mostly.

Creatures like this one.

The vornskr stilled, staring at him with those big, wide eyes as if it knew exactly what he was thinking. Boil swallowed. Waxer wouldn’t have let him shoot it. Waxer also wasn’t here now to stop him, but Boil felt his arm lower all the same, just a few inches before he pulled the trigger. The vornskr yelped as the trap hinges came apart in two neat halves and immediately tried to run. It didn’t get very far before it collapsed, panting again.

Boil sighed and shook his head, holstering his blaster across his back.

“That was a stupid thing to do,” he tsked, shuffling closer.

He kept half an eye on the tail, remembering something about it being venomous. While being high off his ass on some unknown substance had the potential to make Cody’s dressing down more interesting, it might also kill him before he got there.

The vornskr growled as he leaned over it, baring needle sharp teeth, and made a snap at him when Boil reached out.

“Ah, give over,” he muttered, batting the attempt away. The little body was light in his hands as he lifted it, careful to let the injured leg hang out as he folded it into his chest. The vornskr made an odd, throaty sound and shifted, almost experimental. Then it huffed, and after a pause laid its head across his vambrace.

Boil rolled his eyes at the display, setting off towards forward command as soon as he was halfway sure he wasn’t in danger of losing a finger.

It was...nice, to have that little body cradled to him, reminiscent of better occasions when Waxer just had to stick his nose into every curious happening and inevitably adopted some struggling lifeform. However much Boil had complained, it had never steered them wrong.

When he got back to command it was to find Cody pacing the perimeter, Potshot perched on a crate nearby. The Commander’s bucket was under his arm. Boil winced. With Cody that was never an accident - usually so he could get the full weight of a glare in, the excavating kind he’d learned from Kenobi and then weaponised so that it pierced straight down to bone.

“Boss!” Potshot exclaimed, pushing off his seat. “You made it!”

“What time d’you call this?” Cody demanded, stalking over. “I was about to -”

Cody stopped short, gaze dropping to the furry bundle against Boil’s breastplate. Something in his expression softened and Boil felt in his heart, panicking as a lump rose in his throat.

“What’s that?” Cody asked.

Boil let his gaze slide downwards to a point far beyond, where two troopers were fighting over a tarp.

“Found it in a trap,” he said, his voice ragged. “Couldn’t - couldn’t let it die.”

He flicked his eyes back to Cody’s face and breathed through the grief and understanding he found there. Cody stepped forward and clasped Boil’s elbow.

“I’m sure Tranq will be able to do something for it.” A little upturn crept into the line of Cody’s lips. “Debrief in fifteen.”

Boil nodded and broke away, tipping his head to Potshot before clearing his throat roughly and popping his bucket off one-handed as he made his way to the medtent. The sun was warm on his face here, the air lighter. A butterfly flew lazily past and the vornskr lifted its head, tracking the motion with large, interested eyes.

Boil smiled, hoisting his bucket under one arm and daring to touch the creature's head with his freed hand. It wouldn’t ever bring Waxer back, but it meant something that this little life continued, because of the choices his brother would have made and all that he had been. Like the phantom touch of the sun still lingering in cooling earth.

It wouldn’t ever be enough. But, perhaps, it was just the right amount to cling onto.

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[skiller0dani]

Ouch | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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“Why the hell did you take drama?” Caroline asks you, and you shrug. Honestly you just needed to fill your credit hours with another elective and it was either drama, or extensive art history. You’re not super interested in art history so you chose the first of the two options. “Seemed fun?” You shrug as you lay back on your dorm bed. You share the dorm with your best friend Caroline, you didn’t meet her until freshman year but you clicked right away. Ever since then you’ve requested to be housed together- you’d go insane without her. “Professor Keahey is a nightmare.” She snickers, pointing to the name of the professor on the course sheet. You groan, grabbing at the sheet- you should have taken art history. Almost nobody that has Keahey passes his damn class, he expects everyone in that class to act as well as Tom Hanks on their first goddamn day.

“He’s also a pervert.” She shrugs and you roll your eyes while inwardly screaming. There have been rumors of girls getting groped in that class, plus he’s constantly looking at their breasts and saying inappropriate things.  “Is it too late to drop the class?” You ask and Caroline laughs as she ties her hair back into a ponytail. “Yeah idiot, the class starts in like 30 minutes.” She laughs and you check your watch before dragging yourself off the bed. You pull your bag over your shoulder before heading out the door. “Slap him if his hands start wandering!” Caroline shouts just as the door is closing. The last semester of your senior year is going to seriously suck if you have to deal with Keahey every single damn day. 

You drag your feet into the classroom, and much to your dismay Keahey is already standing at the whiteboard, his huge beer belly pushing against his shirt- straining the buttons. He grins as you enter the room, his eyes ghosting down your body. You feel sick. You quickly find a seat in the very back, normally you sit towards the front of the room so you can see the professor and pay attention. This time you want to stay as far from the professor as you can, you just want to pass this class and be done with Keahey the Pervert. After a few minutes when the coarse starts, Keahey moves to close the door and it shuts with a loud echoing thud. Looking around you see most of the females in the class sitting in the last few rows like you are, and most of the males in the middle and front. Great. Apparently every girl had the same idea on how to dodge Keahey’s perverted stares but since every girl is in the back, he’s going to be looking back here constantly. 

Keahey shuffles through some papers on his desk when the door is pushed open. Your eyes find a tall lean guy with curly dark hair and what looks like a cigarette in his hands. “You can’t smoke in here, and you’re late.” Keahey barks at him, but the guy holding the cigarette shrugs. He strolls into the classroom and towards the stairs, leading to the back. “Yeah and you should molest women but not all of us are perfect.” He says casually, and everyone’s eyes widen as the whole room begins whispering. Keahey’s face turns red and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anger. The guy tosses his cigarette on the tile floors before moving into the row you’re sitting. He sits all the way at the end, as far from you as he can. You recognize him from one of the frat houses, but you’ve never known his name. 

Keahey continues as though nothing ever happened as he strolled in front of his desk. “We’re gonna launch right into it, fuckin’ books don’t know shit so we won’t be using those.” He grumbles and you hear a collective sigh of annoyance. This book on acting for beginners cost a few hundred dollars, and now we’re not even going to use it? The guy at the end of your row pulls out a tattered notebook and haphazardly opens it to an empty page before beginning to doodle with his pen. “You, Chalamet. Get down here.” Keahey snaps, his eyes focused on the boy sitting at the end of your row. He ignores Keahey and continues doodling, the figure on his paper beginning to look like one of those Mexican day of the dead masks. Keahey’s face puffs red again as his eyes shift to you, “you get your ass down here!” He snaps and you slowly rise on shaky legs. The guy doodling looks up at you as you pass behind him, and you can feel his eyes on you as you make your way down the stairs- towards Keahey. 

When you’re standing in front of Keahey he turns to look at you, “first thing I’m gonna teach you fucks is how to show emotion through body language,” he starts and you begin to blush under all the eyes on you. Keahey grins down at you, his hand reaching up to land on your waist. “What emotion am I conveying with my body language?” He asks you as his face slides into a disgusting smirk. His hand stays planted firmly on your waist as he inches closer towards you. You resist the urge to pull away from him as you begin to tremble and when tears threaten to fall down your cheeks you feel a hand on your arm. When you turn your head, you see the boy who was drawing stood behind you. “You asked me to come down here, so here I fuckin’ am.” He says casually, his gaze remaining on Keahey. Keahey releases you and scowls at the boy in front of him, “you’re still an asshole Timothee.” Keahey snaps and the boy you figured is named Timothee simply shrugs.  

The rest of the class passes by fairly quickly, and Keahey let you return to your seat after Timothee stepped in. You don’t know what to make of Timothee, he seems to already know Professor Keahey pretty well though. You place your book back in your bag when the class is dismissed and see Timothee reaching for another cigarette. “Thanks,” you stammer, drawing his attention to you. He says nothing as he lights his cigarette, “for saving me from Keahey.” You finish and Timothee nods. “Guys’ a fuckin’ sicko.” He says as he stands and you move to follow him but freeze when you see Keahey near his desk. You and Timothee are the last people in here and you do not want to be left alone with Keahey. “I can walk you out if you want.” Timothee offers and you smile, releasing a sigh as you nod. Timothee walks on the side closest to Keahey, and you see Keahey’s eyes snap to you as you near the door. “Y/L/N, stay back a sec will ya?” He says and you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Actually Keahey we have plans we can’t miss.” Timothee says, sliding his hands in his pockets as he turns to face the professor. You stay quiet as Timothee subtly steps in front of you, his face casual but his body language defensive. “It’ll just take a sec, won’t be with your girl too long.” Keahey says with a sultry smile. You feel like vomiting, but your cheeks redden when he calls you Timothee’s girl. “I really don’t want you with her at all.” Timothee says, his voice tight. You feel tension rising in the air as Keahey and Timothee lock in a stare down. “U-Uh lets go Tim, we don’t want to miss our reservation.” You say with a shaky voice, stumbling over your words. Timothee takes a step back and leads you out of the room, making sure to stay between you and Keahey. 

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as soon as the classroom door shuts and you’re in the safety of the hallway. “You alright?” Timothee asks, pulling his cigarette away from his lips as he looks down at you. You swallow a lump in your throat as you nod, “yeah thanks.” You say softly. Timothee pushes his curls out of his face as he scratches his chin, “wanna come to a party at my frat house?” He asks casually and you look up at him surprised. You’re not an innocent little girl, you’ve been to a few parties but you’ve never been to a frat party. Plus you don’t even know this guy, although he did just save you from possible sexual harassment. Twice. “Sure.” You try to say as casually and nonchalant as you can. Timothee nods, “cool cool. See you in an hour.” He says before turning on his heel and you realize you don’t even know where his frat house is. “Where’s the party?” You call after him. “Just meet me here.” He responds without turning to look at you as he disappears around the corner. 

“Which frat?” Caroline asks as you drop your bag on the floor. You turn to your closet, reaching inside to find something to wear. “Dunno, he just told me to meet him in the hallway.” You explain and Caroline squeals in excitement as she stands to help you find something to wear. “Name?” She asks and you reach forward to grab a black dress. “Timothee.” You tell her and when you don’t hear her respond, you realize it’s because she’s staring at you. “Chalamet?” Caroline clarifies and you nod slowly, what the hell is her problem? Her eyes widen as she instantly reaches over to grab one of her much tighter and shorter dresses. “You have no idea who he is do you? God you’re such a hermit!” Caroline sighs and you blink in confusion as she tosses the dress at you. “His father is Marc Chalamet! One of the most famous actors on the planet!” She says, her eyes wide and you still just look at her in confusion. 

You begin to undress to slide the dress on as Caroline rushes around the room gathering makeup. “Basically Timothee is the son of some fucking Einstein of acting, and every girl on campus wants to fuck him.” She explains, and it’s obvious to you that Caroline is one of those girls. She zips up the back of the dress and pushes you to sit on the edge of your bed. You’re a bit curvier than Caroline so the dress sits higher on your thighs, and pushes your breasts out a bit more. “And he just invited you to a party, if you don’t fuck him tonight I’ll personally kick your ass myself.” Caroline snaps, tilting your chin up to begin applying makeup. She brushes on your makeup, and leaves your hair in it’s natural waves as it falls around your shoulders. “Mm yep you look pretty damn fuckable right now.” Caroline concludes, looking pleased with herself. You glance in the mirror and your eyes widen slightly, the makeup around your eyes make your eyes pop. The lipstick she rolled onto your lips make them look more plump, and the highlights bring out the best features of your face.

An hour later you’re standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. You feel sexy, but also very uncomfortable because this is not how you normally dress. Not even for a party, tight dresses and sex proof makeup is definitely more Caroline’s thing. You hear a low whistle and when you turn your head you see Timothee with his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing the same thing he was during class, jeans with a white t-shirt, stripped button up and cardigan. You smile shyly, “did I overdress?” You ask, feeling nervous at his casual attire. Timothee shakes his head as he leads you out of the school, “nah you’ll fit right in. I just don’t give a fuck about how I look, I’m there to get shit faced.” He shrugs and you laugh lightly. The night air is cooler than you anticipated, but you figured with the alcohol that will soon be in your veins you’ll warm up quickly. 

You hear booming music from a house sitting just beyond the edge of the campus. Cars line the streets and you see flashing lights from inside the 2 story house. “I’m surprised. Normally my dad is brought up at this point in the conversation.” He laughs, and while his face is lighthearted- his eyes aren’t. There’s a dark expression behind them, “I don’t know anything about your dad actually. My friend Caroline had to tell me who he is.” You admit and you see him smile. Tim throws the cigarette on the sidewalk and stomps it out, “why do you smoke cigarettes?” You ask and he laughs. His hands find their way back into his jean pockets, “does it smell like a normal cigarette?” He asks again and you inhale deeply. It doesn’t smell like a cigarette now that you think about it, “what is that?” You ask and he smiles as he kicks a rock along the sidewalk with his dirty sneakers. “Weed.” He answers and your eyes widen. 

“You ever smoke weed?” He asks and you shake your head slowly, you never have but you’ve always been curious and wanted to try it just once. Timothee reaches into his pocket and pulls out another blunt with a mischievous smirk on his face. “No time like the present.” He mumbles as he lights it, and takes in a long drag. He hands it to you and you shakily bring it up to your lips before inhaling. You feel a burning in your lungs and you immediately start coughing and gasping. Timothee takes the blunt from you laughing as he places a hand on your back. When you stand up straight, your head feels fuzzy and you smile slowly. “Man it hit you already? You’re such a lightweight.” Timothee teases as you near the large house. Every color seems to be brighter, and the lights shine as brightly as the sun. You release a giggle as you look over at him, “I have never done this before!” You laugh gleefully and Timothee nods as he takes another hit. “Yeah, that’s obvious.” He smiles as you get closer to the house. 

The music is booming as he pushes the door open and you see the entire living room filled with people. The lights are flashing colors as people grind and dance, and some are just sitting on the couches making out. You move to the kitchen to find a drink when Timothee places a hand on your arm. “Don’t drink, you’ll get cross faded. That shit fucks you up.” He warns, his lips brushing against your ear so you can hear him over the booming music. You turn towards the dancefloor, because fuck with this music playing there’s no way you can stay still. You nearly forget you even came here with Tim as you push your way through the people and start swaying to the music. You feel hands on your hips and when you turn to look over your shoulder, you see Timothee with the blunt hanging lazily from his lips. You lean back into his chest and grind against his hardening cock. His arms wind around you hips as his nose brushes against the shell of your ear. The smell of marijuana fills your senses, making your head feel fuzzier than it already is. 

You feel his lips on your neck as the blunt drops to the ground once it’s finished. Your hands reach back to tangle in his curls as his hands hold your hips tightly. You’re normally not like this, like ever but right now you don’t care. You feel that heat beginning to build in your stomach and you want him bad. You turn around to face him and Timothee immediately presses his lips to yours. His hands slide down to your ass, pulling you into him harder. Your lips press and move together and slowly every other person in the room melts away. One night stands are something you’ve never participated in but tonight you are totally ready to rectify that as you take his hand and pull him towards a set of stairs. Your back hits the wall halfway up the stairs as Timothee grinds against you, his lips on yours again. The kiss is heated and passionate and the only thing in your mind is him. His hands everywhere on you, his lips on yours his tongue dominating yours. You moan against his lips as his hand slips underneath your dress and presses against your clit against your panties. 

Your hand find his hard cock through his jeans and you grip him tightly, forcing a low growl from his mouth. Suddenly Timothee lifts you and tosses you over his shoulder, his hands gripping your thighs and rear as he hauls you up the stairs. You squeal in laughter, panting as your heart races in your chest. Your skin tingles and burns everywhere, you ache for his touch. He carries you into a bedroom and kicks the door shut behind him before tossing you on the bed. You bounce as you stare up at him, his lips slightly red from your lipstick and swollen from the kisses. He leans over you again in a second, his hands lifting yours above your head and pressing them into the mattress, pinning you in place. You whine as you lift your hips to grind against him and he smiles against your lips as his kisses trail to your neck. Everything feels desperate and rushed, like you’re going to die if you don’t touch him. You wriggle against his grip he has on your wrists, “please.” You whine, but you don’t know what you’re begging for. 

Timothee’s hands leave your wrists as he reaches down to unzip your dress and yank it off your body. Your nipples are erect as they hit the cool air, the dress was so tight on you that you couldn’t fit into it if you wore a bra. Timothee hums lowly in satisfaction as his head dips to pull a nipple into his mouth. You cry out as your hand twists into his air, his teeth gently biting your bud. “Fuck,” you moan as one of his hands dips below the waistband of your panties and begins to rub harsh circles on your pulsing clit. Timothee kisses across the expanse of your chest as he takes the other nipple in his mouth, his fingers still working magic against your bundle of nerves. “God, fuck!” You cry out as your back arches up against him. He continues rubbing you harshly and you feel that heat bubbling inside your pelvis as you begin to squirm in pleasure. “Jesus Tim-” You moan as the coil in your stomach bursts and you gush into your underwear as you cum. Timothee pulls away from you, yanking his shirt off as you lay under him, panting as you come down from your high. 

You reach up to quickly unbuckle his belt, and you’re so desperate for his cock that your fingers fumble with the buckle before you finally pull it through the loops of his jeans. Both of you are panting as you help him shove his jeans and underwear down, his cock springing free. You nearly drool at the sight of his tall, leaking cock and you lean down to take it in your mouth but Timothee pushes you back. He says nothing as he reaches into his jeans to pull out a condom and roll it on. “Fuck, get inside me.” You pant as you lay back and spread your legs wider for him to fit between them. Timothee leans over you and pushes into you, groaning as you stretch around him. “Jesus how long has it been for you? You’re fuckin’ tight as shit.” He moans before his lips press against your neck and collarbones. Honestly, it’s been a while since you’ve been with anyone. The last person you slept with was your ex-boyfriend and you broke up with him 2 years ago. Timothee gives you no time to adjust and begins to slam into you as soon as he bottoms out. You cry out loudly, your arms winding around his shoulders to drag your nails down his back. 

Timothee pounds into you, panting and groaning against your skin as he bites hickeys into your neck. You continue to claw at his back as he hits places deep inside you, “please don’t stop, shit!” You moan, your voice a broken cry at the end as his thumb reaches down to roll over your clit. You try to catch his lips with yours, but he keeps his face buried in your neck as his arms rest on either side of your head. Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead as he slams into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. Your legs wind tightly around his waist as you hold onto Timothee, biting down on his shoulder and crying out against his skin. You feel the pressure building in your body as the liquid heat runs through your veins. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as you feel the familiar burning in your core as he continues to slam into you. You can already tell that you’re going to be sore in the morning. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cry out over and over again as your back arches and you cum so hard white spots explode behind your eyes. Timothee continues to pound into you until he comes in hot spurts into the condom. His forehead brushes against your shoulder as he stills, trying to catch his breath. 

Eventually he rolls off you and throws the condom out before coming back to lay on his back next to you. The room grows quiet as you both sit and let your breathing steady. He reaches into a nightstand to bring out another blunt, “you’re an addict.” You tease breathless and Timothee does nothing but smile lazily with a shrug. You feel your eyes drooping as you relax into the mattress, “is it cool if I crash here?” You ask nervously as Tim reaches an arm up to rest behind his head. He nods, his own eyes looking droopy, “sure.” He mumbles and you release a nervous breath as you reach down to find your underwear. Once you pull your underwear back up your legs you lay down next to Timothee, and it doesn’t take long before sleep overtakes you. 

When your eyes open the next morning the thing you notice first is how goddamn much your thighs ache. There’s a stinging pain through your core every time you move. You turn to look at where Timothee was but you don’t see him, and the room is vacant. On the nightstand next to you is a bottle of Advil and some water with a note. ‘I know you’re sore.’  You smile a little before popping two Advil in your mouth before slowly and gingerly moving to gather the rest of your clothes. You keep your dress up with your arms pressed to your chest, too lazy to reach back and zip your dress up. You hold your heels in your hands as you exit the room, and the entire house is silent. You creep down the stairs to see a girl sitting on the couch in nothing but a big t-shirt and a blunt hanging from her mouth. She glances at you as you come down the stairs but doesn’t say anything. 

“Where’s Timothee?” You ask as she scrolls through her phone. “Went with Alice to see Keahey. She had a meeting with him today.” She says and you can’t stop the sting to your heart when you hear that. When you don’t say anything the other girl glances up at you and her face falls. “Shit, don’t tell me Tim pulled that Keahey stunt on you too?” She asks as tears push at the backs of your eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek, “I gotta go.” You say quickly as you push out of the frat house. You briskly walk back to your dorm, with tears flowing down your cheeks. Was he pretending to help with Keahey to fuck you? Was the entire time you guys spoke all about sex? True you didn’t know him long but was the entire thing just an act? Were you just another stupid girl who fell for his trap and let him in her pants? You hurry through the building, ignoring the stares from other people as you continue your walk of shame. When you finally push into your dorm, you’re relieved that Caroline isn’t there- you don’t feel like explaining it to her right now. 

When it’s time for Keahey’s class again, you’re stood outside stalling. You know Timothee’s either in there already or will be coming to class soon. You decide that bumping into him in the hallway is better than facing him in a room full of people. You doubt he’ll say anything to you anyway, you hope though that he will. When you enter the classroom your eyes land on him instantly, sitting at the end of the same row a girl with long blonde hair is sitting at. He’s doodling in his notebook when the door shuts behind you and his eyes briefly glance up at you before moving back to his notebook. It’s like he looked right through you, like last night never happened. You bite the inside of your cheek as you push past him and to your spot in the back from yesterday. Timothee continues doodling the entire class and you can’t even focus on what that pervert Keahey is saying. Halfway through the lecture, Keahey travels up the steps towards you. “Stay after today.” He says sternly before turning back down the stairs and when you glance at Timothee, his focus is still on his notebook. 

The lecture ends sooner than you would have liked but you don’t move, you need to meet with Keahey. You see Timothee pack up his things sluggishly when the girl with blonde hair smiles at him. “Thanks for going with me to my meeting with Keahey today.” She says and Timothee smiles with a small shrug. “Keahey’s a pervert.” He says casually as he begins down the stairs. You watch him slow his steps halfway down and turn to the girl who is hesitating to join him. “Want me to walk with you?” He asks as he looks at her and your heart shatters in your chest. It was all just some stupid stunt, he doesn’t care if Keahey does anything to you. He helped so you would let him fuck you. Timothee doesn’t give you a second glance as he walks out with who you assume to be Alice, “come down here Y/N.” Keahey says before Timothee exits the room. You stand to move towards Keahey, but Timothee doesn’t stop to see if you’ll be okay. He doesn’t glance back at you. He just keeps walking right out the door with Alice. 

The tears flow down your cheeks, and you just can’t stop them.  

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[imagine-loki]

Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

  CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

  AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

  ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

  RATING:  Teen …? I think..?

  NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

  My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

  *FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it…

   ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

  Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

  “Let’s go see the events in the arena.”

  Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid. 

  A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

  Thor gently hugged Frigga, “my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games.”

  Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, “have fun and make sure you eat something.” Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, “make sure your FRIENDS eat too.”

  Thor smiled sheepishly. “Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?”

  “It is. Now behave." 

  Frigga took Loki’s elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

  Frigga tapped Loki’s arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!”

  Loki smiled at his mother’s enthusiasm

  “She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!”

  Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

  “That’s a load of shit. She was the best!" 

  Loki’s eyes widened, "mother." 

  "Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun.”

  Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

  Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

  Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn’t feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

  Hela shook the woman’s hand, “bet you another 50 dollars.”

  “You’re on!”

  Hela turned to Loki, “dad get anything good to eat?”

  Loki shrugged, “mother and I watched barrel racing.”

  Loki watched the women exchange looks.

  Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

  “You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me.”

  Loki quickly caught onto the game. The rings were meant to go around the knives in the center of the stand, but to make things a little more difficult the podiums spun so the knives were constantly moving. With a few practice throws Loki got the hang of it.

  The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. “He is really good.”

  Hela’s smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. “You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!”

  The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it. 

  “The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!”

  Hela smirked. “Maybe you should have bet lower.”

  “I didn’t know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!”

  Movement caught Loki’s attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

  It was a girl with tangled hair pushed back away from her face. She had a tight dark green tank top with a flannel around her waist. With tight jeans and dirty boots. The odd thing about her is she was wearing a bow around her neck.

  The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. “Hey big sis!”

  The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, “Maggi. Fix your hair." 

  Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess" 

  Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master.”

  Maggie’s sister, Sam groaned. “Fuck off." 

  Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me.”

  Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

  Sam asked nudging her, “What place babyswiss?”

  She gestured towards the bow around her neck, “Second. .63 seconds.”

  Loki got another knife added to the pile.

  Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga’s favorite rider.

  Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

  The sister explained to Maggie’s questionable face. “Hella said you would be under a minute.”

  Maggie drawled, “How nice to believe in me…”

  The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki’s pile, “Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse.”

  Maggie shrugged her shoulders, “Now if someone beat her time before I had to go…”

  Sam talked again. “You’d be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings.”

  Another knife added to Loki’s collection.

  Sam grumbled, “And buy my new supply of knives.”

  Hela laughed.

  Maggie exclaimed, “my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast.”

  A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

  “My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway.”

  A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

  Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, “How about we ride something between our legs Princess?”

  The supposed princess laughed. “Right and what do you have in mind?”

  Maggie winked, “Your boyfriend seems ready." 

  Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

  Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I’m not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it’s kinda important..”

  Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend’s crotch.

  A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

  Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, “I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE.”

  The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. “I won first place, what makes you think you can win?”

  Maggie shrugged standing up tall. “You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong.”

  The girl laughed briefly. “Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours… is an hour too short of time to be presentable?”

  Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you.” Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. “Don’t wait up for me, I’m sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse.”

  The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

  Hella laughed. “Well. I’m looking forward to this.”

  Sam cheered, “record it!”

  Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, “yeah let me know her reaction when I don’t show up.” She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

  Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

  Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Just a couple more Loki. Good job.”

  Maggie exclaimed, “Is he getting all the knives?!”

  Hela smiled, “yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings.”

  Maggie’s smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

  He shrugged. “My sister likes knives.”

  Sam huffed in annoyance, “and he is really good at this game.”

  Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

  Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

  Fandral winked. “You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end..”

  Maggie’s face fell to a stoic expression. “Maybe they don’t.”

  Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

  Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. “I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair’s lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine.”

  Maggie rolled her eyes. “I don’t like heights.”

  “I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms.”

  “Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that.”

  “Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt.”

  “Actually to get here, I clawed my way up.”

  Fandral laughed, “all the better.”

  “Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation.” Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

  “Surely a woman like you can be wooed.”

  “Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold.”

  Fandral sees Loki’s pile of knives, “well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me.”

  Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand “If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own.”

  Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get. 

  Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date.”

  Loki rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know there was more to this game than winning knives.” Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

  Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

  Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

  Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

  Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

  Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, “Pitty offering”

  Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

  Maggie groaned. “Yep totally not my type." 

  Maggie held her knife still and Loki wondered if that was part of the trick. Loki had one more ring and he already knew he was not going to get the two knives left. He took a chance and threw the ring at the knife in Maggie’s hand.

  She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

  The sister laughed. "Well then… she’s speechless for once.”

  Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. “Shut up Sam.”

  Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-“Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother.”

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[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

RATING:  Teen …? I think..?

NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

"Let's go see the events in the arena."

Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid. 

A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

Thor gently hugged Frigga, "my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games."

Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, "have fun and make sure you eat something." Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, "make sure your FRIENDS eat too."

Thor smiled sheepishly. "Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?"

"It is. Now behave." 

Frigga took Loki's elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

Frigga tapped Loki's arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!"

Loki smiled at his mother's enthusiasm

"She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!"

Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

"That's a load of shit. She was the best!" 

Loki's eyes widened, "mother." 

"Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun."

Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn't feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

Hela shook the woman's hand, "bet you another 50 dollars."

"You're on!"

Hela turned to Loki, "dad get anything good to eat?"

Loki shrugged, "mother and I watched barrel racing."

Loki watched the women exchange looks.

Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

"You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me."

Loki quickly caught onto the game. The rings were meant to go around the knives in the center of the stand, but to make things a little more difficult the podiums spun so the knives were constantly moving. With a few practice throws Loki got the hang of it.

The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. "He is really good."

Hela's smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. "You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!"

The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it. 

"The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!"

Hela smirked. "Maybe you should have bet lower."

"I didn't know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!"

Movement caught Loki's attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

It was a girl with tangled hair pushed back away from her face. She had a tight dark green tank top with a flannel around her waist. With tight jeans and dirty boots. The odd thing about her is she was wearing a bow around her neck.

The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. "Hey big sis!"

The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, "Maggi. Fix your hair." 

Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess" 

Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master."

Maggie's sister, Sam groaned. "Fuck off." 

Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me."

Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

Sam asked nudging her, "What place babyswiss?"

She gestured towards the bow around her neck, "Second. .63 seconds."

Loki got another knife added to the pile.

Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga's favorite rider.

Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

The sister explained to Maggie's questionable face. "Hella said you would be under a minute."

Maggie drawled, "How nice to believe in me…"

The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki's pile, "Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse."

Maggie shrugged her shoulders, "Now if someone beat her time before I had to go..."

Sam talked again. "You'd be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings."

Another knife added to Loki's collection.

Sam grumbled, "And buy my new supply of knives."

Hela laughed.

Maggie exclaimed, "my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast."

A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

"My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway."

A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, "How about we ride something between our legs Princess?"

The supposed princess laughed. "Right and what do you have in mind?"

Maggie winked, "Your boyfriend seems ready." 

Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I'm not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it's kinda important.."

Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend's crotch.

A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, "I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE."

The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. "I won first place, what makes you think you can win?"

Maggie shrugged standing up tall. "You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong."

The girl laughed briefly. "Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours... is an hour too short of time to be presentable?"

Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. "Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you." Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. "Don't wait up for me, I'm sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse."

The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

Hella laughed. "Well. I'm looking forward to this."

Sam cheered, "record it!"

Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, "yeah let me know her reaction when I don't show up." She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Just a couple more Loki. Good job."

Maggie exclaimed, "Is he getting all the knives?!"

Hela smiled, "yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings."

Maggie's smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

He shrugged. "My sister likes knives."

Sam huffed in annoyance, "and he is really good at this game."

Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

Fandral winked. "You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end.."

Maggie's face fell to a stoic expression. "Maybe they don't."

Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. "I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair's lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "I don't like heights."

"I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms."

"Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that."

"Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt."

"Actually to get here, I clawed my way up."

Fandral laughed, "all the better."

"Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation." Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

"Surely a woman like you can be wooed."

"Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold."

Fandral sees Loki's pile of knives, "well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me."

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand "If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own."

Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get. 

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I didn't know there was more to this game than winning knives." Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, "Pitty offering"

Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

Maggie groaned. "Yep totally not my type." 

Maggie held her knife still and Loki wondered if that was part of the trick. Loki had one more ring and he already knew he was not going to get the two knives left. He took a chance and threw the ring at the knife in Maggie's hand.

She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

The sister laughed. "Well then… she's speechless for once."

Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. "Shut up Sam."

Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-"Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother."

#brightsun-and-darkmidnight #loki #Country Entertainment #chapter 1

[sorcieresque]

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What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

oh god i commiserate with casper on this one cause daisy is supposed to be super witty and super sharp, which i never feel like i live up to. smart and witty characters are really only as smart as witty as the person writing them and i know this is the wrong question to say this but like her i push myself really hard and rarely give myself enough credit so no matter how i write daisy’s dialogue i always feel like it could have been better, funnier, more concise, more poetic, and just more of it, cause she, like nick, never fucking shuts up. 

most of the time though, when i go back and read old stuff i realize that it actually was pretty good (if i do say so myself) so i know a lot of the time my impression of her dialogue being lackluster has more to do with her/my impossible expectations for my own abilities… daisy’s only as hard on herself as i am hard on myself writing her. its an oroburos of perfectionism 

re: drawing her, the fact that i choose a real life face-claim so i can never quite get her face right without references. her eyes are so far apart you guys 

s o    f a r     a p a r t 

 How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

in ye olde h*rry p*tter au, she became somewhat of a (non racist lol) second coming of voldemort in the pursuit of power, glory and recognition, because i’ve come to terms with her being a bit of a mary sue and also because it was the logical conclusion of her character in that au, a relentless pursuit of something that was never quite enough for her own personal standards which made her aimless and wrathful. there was a lot less genocide lol for obvious reasons, but she did murder a bunch of people who challenged her and lighted the match that eventually led to the human world knowing about the wizarding world. what a way to go down in history. through this all she let go of nick because she saw her emotional attachment to him as a weakness, but when it came between proving herself and killing him she ended up saving his life instead at the cost of all of her power and took out her following in the processes. i know technically you can’t bring people back to life in the HP universe but again 1) mary sue, and 2) it really showed the size and scope of her power and the magnitude of her sacrifice, and i really loved the idea of adding onto the h*rry p*tter themes of love and that love is the most powerful force, but also that love washes away sins, that even when you’ve done horrible things you’re still worthy of love and love can save you. 

after she saves nick though she goes to azkaban for 15 years and then she’s in house arrest i think for another 10, because the magic jury goes soft on her given that she no longer has any power, the magical media was an absolute sucker for that kind of love story, and also because the magical word is stupid and i didnt want her to spend the rest of her life in jail. she spends most of those 25 years trying to make amends with nick, who eventually forgives her. she also never quite adapts properly to living without magic

after that she just travels the world with nick and writes and writes and writes, including thousands of stories but most importantly an incredibly popular autobiography

SORRY THAT GOT SO LONG 

i have a vague idea of what i want her to do in WSC but like, daisy is greater than life, she’s a historical figure, a religious icon, a myth and a messiah, the pursuit of worldwide recognition and power is SUCH a huge part of her that it’s going to feel so weird and… incomplete, if she doesn’t at least attempt some kind of massive, universal-stakes type of feat in this universe

i actually don’t want to give too many details because of spoilers, but my number one priority right now is giving her a purpose so she’s not so aimless, and that purpose is figuring out where she’s from and who she really is. disney pixar much? more likely than you think. and also hopefully pushing her towards chaotic neutral, or even, gasp, good? (unlikely). 

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

i’m having a hard time with this one for some reason but i’m going to forego speech patterns and say that 

1) up until WSC daisy’s life had been an exercise in how much it would actually suck to be OP in a world where no one quite lives up to your level (she sees nick as an equal in terms of wits and depth and humanity, but it had always been an understanding between them that she had power and he didn’t. not in a threatening way, of course, just as something that is), so she is always bored and that boredom makes her difficult and petty and annoying and cruel and dissatisfied and self-destructive. therefore, coming to WSC has done wonders for her personality (lmao) because she’s finally among people who could rise up to her level, because everyone’s as weird as she’s always been and she isn’t alone, and most importantly because now she’s rarely bored. it’s actually quite hard to make her hate your kid because her fascination is always gonna triumph over her momentary dislike or annoyance, and she’s always a tiny bit in a manic state when she interacts with your kids (see: aud, reagan, moire, gabe) because they’re just so fucking interesting

2) layers. like an onion. there’s so many layers. she’s so fucking convoluted. i’ve talked about this before here and this is already so long so i don’t wanna get into it, but the crux of the idea is that there’s always more daisy the deeper you dig, and most of the time she’s trying to make herself as mythical and tortuously complex as she can make herself be because she’s both trying to protect the soft parts of her where people can hurt her, and because she’s begging people to see through her bullshit and reach those parts, anyway.

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC? 

i actually haven’t been writing her a lot lately cause my spoons are low, but the most recent thing that comes to mind is how much more into clea (shout out!) she is than i originally thought/intended lmao. it’s a weird combo of being desperate for friendship and connections, and also never having been around girl-aligned people she isn’t related to and therefore having this idealized version of hanging out with her ~girlfriends~ which involves a lot of lesbianism like scantily clad sleepovers and kissing each other to practice for “””boys.”” 

and of course there’s a more sincere layer of just being constantly fascinated and confused by how different clea is from her and trying to parse that out. clea and daisy balance each other our so well and i think they allow each other to be more like the way they want to be but are too embarrassed to say out loud. clea definitely lets daisy be more of the teenager that daisy is too proud to let herself be, so even when she acts prim and prissy and greater-than-life around clea, they still do a wonderful job of keeping her grounded. also daisy is hopelessly attracted to the whole 4d thing because she’s always been the only person around who’s not quite right, and there’s a lot of intimacy in that recognition, a weird convoluted self-love in seeing and celebrating in someone else what you’ve always struggled with yourself

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

just like w/ misha, don’t quote me on this because i love her! so much! so it’s impossible to pick just one but i just love… all her imperfections, not to be a massive sap (girl ur amazing… just the way you are…) but i love the things that make her weird and random and vulnerable and human, i like that she craves connections but has no fucking clue how to make friends, i love her weird obsession with unicorns, i love how convoluted her vent is because she thinks too fast to write things down coherently, i love writing her when her magic fucks up or when she’s so upset she cries or being awkward because there’s cute people around her or being comfortable enough to make silly jokes and just in general i love when she’s uncool and clumsy and a teenager. i’m gay!

#a-thousand-dreadful-things

[myfuckofffundjourney]

Money Diary, Week 1

This will be long, and rambly! But it’s good to have it written down.

Tuesday, Jan 2

11 am: feeling like hell, go grab some over the counter decongestants. Pharmacist suggests a proper doctors visit. Make an appointment. 22nis

11:15: grab coffee at cafelix on the way to the bus. 11 nis

11:20: bus. 5.9 nis

12:00: pick up some doctor prescribed decongestants. 16nis.

14:30: bus home. 5.9 nis

14:45: crap. Can’t use transfer - buy another ticket. 5.9 nis

16:30: need water and snacks - 11 nis. I buy a glass bottle that I’ll reuse until I lose it or something. I had a reusable water bottle that i misplaced at a friends house. I keep reminding myself to go find it or buy a new one. That and a portable french press to-go mug, which is the best for my coffee addiction+constantly running around schedule.

22:00: Load my rav kav with 30 shekels. Home, grilled cheese and apple sandwich, TV, free yoga, bed. 30 nis.

107.7

Wednesday, Jan 3

11:00: Woke up feeling good! I planned my day out so that I did yoga, cleaned, and studied for two hours. Breakfast was a few pieces of peanut butter toast and a clementine. Now I need coffee and am out (used the last dregs for a sad cup this morning that just isn’t doing it) so I run out to grab some. 11 nis

14:30: I’m also out of toilet paper. On the way to get some, I drop off a sweater that needs to be dry cleaned. It was free so I don’t mind needing to dry clean it. Plus, its the best sweater ever. Grab a small package of toilet paper. In the future I will try to get to bulk stores and buy in bulk but for now, I’ll go with tiny 4-packs. Successfully restrain myself from buying a snack, telling myself I’m avoiding extra expenses and sugar. 5.5 nis

14:45: Heating up chicken soup for lunch. I see that my maple syrup has some weird blobs floating around in it which means some moths probably got inside. SO ANNOYED. I have more, and I probably didn’t even pay for this one, but it’s still an expensive food item I like having around and it sucks to waste it. Fuck you, moths. Eat my chicken soup, which is nearly finished (thankfully, it was getting a bit boring).

15:00: a friend is giving away a mattress, which I need. I just don’t know how i would get it to where I am, which is a studio sublet for the next 7 days, and where I’d put it after until I move into my new place. This is tricky.

22:00: The chair and mattress don’t work out, which sucks, because it could have saved me a lot of money. Oh well. I head to Jerusalem after class and get dinner with Shlomi. They end up giving us tons of free drinks because I used to work there. We split the bill. 88 nis.

104.5

Thursday Jan 4

10:00: coffee and a donut to nurse my hangover/sit and plan my day. I’m going to work somewhere that pays really well per hour, so things like a coffee in the morning feel less worrisome, as I need to be focused and Shlomi only has shit coffee at his place. A while after I leave, I realize that the guy forgot to ring up my donut, and make a mental note to remind him next time. 15 nis.

11:00: Take a taxi that I can bill to the client. I don’t in the end though. 30 nis.

18:00: Get paid! I worked really reallllllly slowly today so I end up charging them for an hour less. Still, I made 1200nis, and with reimbursements, it came to a nice 3170 nis. Wahoo!

18:30: Bus to meet friends for dinner. 5.9 nis.

20:00: Ugh. I told friends I’d take them to dinner as a thank you for a huge favor (that netted me a good amount of money a week ago). I put down 350 nis. 350 nis.

20:10: Train to the bus station because it is freezing and I’m tired. 5.9 nis.

21:00: Fill my Rav Kav. 100 nis.

22:00: grab chocolate and cream for my very necessary hot chocolate movie date night with myself. 18 nis.

524.8

Friday Jan 5

13:30: Head to a friend to cook and get ready for shabbat. He bought most of the food, which is nice for me. I pick up my sweater from the dry cleaners on the way to him. 30 nis.

13:45: Pick up necessary dinner items (I brought the rest from home) - noodles and nori. It costs 18 nis.

14:30: Meet up with a friend - I really want to get coffee or something but we just grab a package of cookies that I devour. 12 nis.

60

Saturday Jan 6

Money-free day! Woop woop.

Sunday Jan 7

In a fit of annoyance after waiting at the bank for WAY too long, I impulse buy a fuckton of cake. Whoops. 24 nis. But I made all my meals at home - including a truly vile peanut noodle stir fry that used up most of the veggies that were going off. It’s definitely not enough and I’ll probably get a snack later, but at least I ate my big meals (breakfast and dinner) at home.

20:00: buy some chocolate. I eat them and feel like shit in every part of my body. Dumb move. Ugh. 16 nis

40

Monday Jan 8

Morning coffe - 10 nis. After taking care of the bank (does depositing 5,000 nis into a deposit for an apartment count as spending money? Not sure…) I go to hand in receipts for an event  I did a few weeks ago - will hopefully get paid for it soon. I need to return wineglasses I borrowed for it; the taxi ride there and back to a meeting with an interested potential client who wants cooking lessons costs me a shitload of money - 117 nis - and I’m annoyed that I didn’t bill the people who did the event. On the other hand, it might bring it a lot of work in the future so it’s worth it. I hope. Meet friends for coffee and donuts. I end up paying which is annoying but I know she’ll get me back in the future. 38 nis. Then I get lunch because I’m still getting over my sugar hangover. 33 nis. On the way to the bus I grab a water bottle because I feel faint with thirst - 7 nis. Once at school, I duck into a grocery store and pick up a banana, apple,and yogurt for breakfast tomorrow. 13.5 nis. Talk to a friend about signing up for a CSA which should actually save money - it’s 90 shekel a week plus a 20 shekel delivery fee. Divided by two people, it’s 55 shekel a week and should be enough produce for us, and as a bonus, it’s fresh, local, and seasonal and also will help me cut down on impulse grocery store buys.

I know the next few weeks/months are going to be stupidly expensive - I have to move a house, get new things for the new place, replace my phone because it’s dying. I can see that the cord on my computer charger is fraying - it will probably need to get repaired soon or fixed. That’s not to mention the two huge fees that have been looming over me - getting my license and getting my wisdom teeth out. Those two, plus tuition, are the like, massive things that I need to sort out but don’t even know how it is POSSIBLE. Gah.

Go home. Decide not to buy anything even though I need food that’s healthyish. I make some tea and peanut butter toast.

218.5

Tuesday Jan 9

Meet a friend for breakfast even though it’s not the smartest thing to do, but it’s delicious and we have fun. 50 nis.

Grab groceries on the way home, including some oatmeal to replace from what I took in this apartment. I get her a full container even though I only used a tiny bit. 30 nis

Throw in a load of laundry. Jesus christ I cannot WAIT to have a washing machine again. This blows. 20 nis. Then another 6 nis for drying it. Grr.

Head to class. I’m agressively tired so I go to cofix and get a shitty coffee and energy bar. 10 nis.

Happily I get a ride home! Make us tuna wraps and pack the apartment.

116

Wednesday Jan 10

I pack all morning. Kim is here to help me move which is amazing, so I take her for breakfast. Between the two of us and tip, it comes out to 112 nis.

Go home, continue packing. I need to get trash bags because I have nothing to put my linens in, and also replace some soy milk. 24 nis. While in am/pm I get a call from my health insurance - I need to make a late payment. Bloody hell. :(

We drive to make the second drop off - have to wait outside for a key. I get us both a juice because we are irritable and sore and exhausted. 18 nis.

Buy a soda water. 5 nis.

School. Buy a yogurt and clementine. 7.5 nis.

Head to Jerusalem. I’m starving and assuming Shlomi is in school till ten so I grab pizza with a friend. 45 nis. Meet another friend to kill some time - she convinces me to get ice cream. I dont even want ice cream but we’re stoned. Ugh. 15 nis.

226.5

Weekly Total: 1398

Food (groceries) 109

Food (restaurants/not at home/impulse buys) 870 

Transportation 159.5

Transportation, work related: 147

Misc: 99.5