#do the rhythm heaven posts bother anyone-

[puppypaw-wc]

i didn’t say this when i reblogged it but like that post i reblogged a bit ago that’s like “constantly switching between “this is my tumblr and i post what i want” and “oh god i’m going to talk about a special interest i’m so sorry”” is just me normally vs. when i talk about rhythm heaven.

#puppy rambles #rhythm heaven on main #do the rhythm heaven posts bother anyone- #this is a warriors blog but then i post rhythm heaven shit that like #three people understand #if even that #i have a rhythm heaven blog but i still post rhythm heaven shit here #for some reason #i do that with all my interests tho tbh sfklskfl #like #when i first got back into undertale #me: has an undertale blog #also me: reblogs an undertale ask game here so i can get more asks for it #... is it weird that i do that sfolskfl- #tfw you basically only get sent asks when you say something that seems biphobic

[littlegrrl7]

“A Devil’s Heaven”

Ikemen Sengoku - Nobunaga/OC 18+

Smutty Excerpt Chapter 31 Sneak peek!

For my November Nanowrite adventure I wrote a smutty tale of Nobunaga and Portuguese Captain Chiara Alvarez, partially inspired by his romantic route where he leaves Japan and travels with the MC. It’s currently sitting at 125k unfinished words It’s finished at 141K words, Huzzah! Posts daily over on AO3. As usual, it’s plot with a healthy dose of smut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28048281/chapters/68713227

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“I leave you alone for a moment, and you are at target practice and gambling?” Nobunaga teased, his lips going to Chiara’s neck, “such vices you have.”

“What else is there to do at sea?” She winked, and his grip on her tightened. His hands slid down from her shoulders, thumbs lightly tracing the curve of her breasts before his fingers cradled against her ribs. Chiara bit her pillowy lower lip, her body arching toward his almost pleadingly.

“I guess now I know what you did before I arrived to alleviate your boredom.” He kissed the roundness of her cheek, pulling Chiara closer to his body. She could feel the length of him, hard against the plushness of her hip. She couldn’t resist rubbing against him, feeling the press of his cock through their clothing and knowing just how much Nobunaga desired her. His breathing became uneven, ragged against her skin, and this only encouraged Chiara more.

“Is there something you are in need of, Lord Oda?” she gazed boldly into his eyes, waiting for his request, or even better, his demand.

“You. Every blessed moment anymore, I need you.” His kiss stole her breath. A hard, needy thing not bothering with finesse or tenderness, and Chiara drowned in the waves of his raw passion. Her hands fisted in the front of his kimono, then pushed it aside to caress the smooth planes of his chest.

“Chiara,” Nobunaga’s voice rumbled in his throat, strained with passion. One hand tangled into her hair, the other settled to her lower back, holding her roughly to him. She could feel the smooth, cool butt of his pistol pressing against her bottom. It was strangely erotic, being pressed between him and it.

“You should holster that thing.” She shot him a devilish grin as they both came up for air.

Nobunaga parted her thighs with his knee, grinding against her with a seductively deep laugh. “Here?”

Chiara chuckled at his double meaning. She glanced to either side, anyone could come up the path, but there was a small storage shed off to the left. She nodded to it:

“There.”

He holstered his pistol, lifting her up with a gruff, “Legs around me, Chiara,” then there was no more room for words. They were a tangle of limbs in the shade of the small building before she could take another breath. 

He set her down long enough to strip off her pants and then lifted her again, his mouth bruisingly hard on hers, the rough wood of the wall digging at her back through her thin shirt. She felt the thickness of him bunt against her, and he moaned at how soaked she was. Just a moment of his hands against her, a few glances and Christ’s blood how she wanted him inside her. She let out a tiny, pleading cry, her hips rocking against him, begging for him to stretch her wide, to fill her. Nobunaga thrust, burrowing deep into her flesh. Chiara whimpered at the intrusion, writhed at being stretched so quickly, and he kissed her harder, tongue plunging deep into her mouth in time with his cock, greedily swallowing down every sound she uttered. 

Nobunaga fisted her golden hair, yanking her head back as he took her. Teeth closed on Chiara’s throat marking her, and she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs clenching tight around his muscled hips. The wet slap of skin and the sharp sensation of his teeth on her flesh were sending her into a dizzy euphoria. He hooked her thighs up over his biceps, pounding deeper. Tools in the shed rattled, coming off the walls; she didn’t care. Her body twisted tighter, and Chiara opened her eyes to his burning gaze. He looked like a dark djinn of middle eastern fairy tales, with their fiery eyes and endless ability to torment a soul. She could get lost in his carnelian gaze for centuries. Nobunaga slowed his pace, stilling himself within her, and pulled back a moment, his expression softening.

“Not yet,” he whispered, watching Chiara fall apart with each slow slide into her, “not yet, my radiant sun.”

When his lips covered hers again, the kiss was both urgent and slow, movement conveying feelings he had yet to fully express in words. He strained to hold back, to tease and delight her, leaving Chiara panting and breathless in the small dark shed.

His lips hovered just over hers, sharing breath as he slowly retook her, so deep Chiara thought she would shatter. And he watched every part of her trembling.

“Open your top,” the growled command made her clench tight around him. Chiara’s hands moved to the lacing, letting it fall to either side. He licked the trickle of sweat from between her breasts, then his tongue circled one dusky nipple, teasing her relentlessly. Chiara moaned, tossing her head back against the wall, her mussed hair coming undone around them. He sucked gently, timing it with the slow thrust of his hips, making her entire body ache with desire.

“Take me, please,” those blue eyes begged him, “I am so close.”

A low hum was his only response as he moved to her other breast. Teeth closed down over the tender skin, and she gasped, her body drawing so tight with pleasure that he couldn’t move within her. Nobunaga chuckled and lapped at the abused flesh.

“You adore the marks I leave on you,” he rumbled, his mouth nuzzled to the side of her breast, leaving a trail of sharp nips followed by soothing kisses.

“Yes,” Chiara writhed on him, her hips bucking, and he pinned her tighter to the wall.

“Do you look at them the next day and remember how I ravished you? How my mouth felt on your flesh? How my cock filled your body, making you mine?” he asked, breath whispering against the soft skin below her ear. Chiara's face flushed hotly as she nodded. His lips curled sensually against her neck.

“I can not hear you, my radiant sun,” he withdrew all but the tip, thrusting so lightly she keened with wanting.

“Yes.”

His mouth returned to her nipple, tongue lathing over it, lips tugging gently, then harder as his hips moved faster against her.

“Tell me how much you desire me. Let me hear it from your sweet lips.”

A strangled sound tore from Chiara. She gripped his hair, pulling him to her for another lustful slide of his tongue against hers. Her body pressed to his, large wet breasts slipping over his bare chest.

With a low growl, his thrusting became impossibly harder, drilling her into the rough wall of the shed. Nobunaga’s pounding rhythm fell erratic as Chiara screamed through her climax, his teeth sunk deep into her shoulder. With a roar, he filled her, then lay panting against her body, still pinning her wide to the rough wood.

She brushed his sweat-damp hair back from his face, her body aching, thighs shaking in his arms. Nobunaga pulsed inside her, Chiara's heartbeat answered. Their gazes met, each needing what the other offered. Gently he let her down, his arms coming around her, and they slumped to the packed earthen floor together.

Chiara limply rested her head against his shoulder, lips just brushing the salty flesh of his neck.

“I love the way you sound when you come, that feral roar rocks my soul every time,” she whispered her confession against his skin, not able to look him in the eye.

His lids slid closed as a shudder ran through his body. Chiara felt it and held him just a little tighter.

#oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku #ikemen nobunaga #ikesen #smut #ao3 link

[baby-blossoms]

Butterfly

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic, but he’s kind of an ass in this one.)

Summary/Request: Hi lovely, can you write a DeanxReader where reader is a lot younger than Dean, but they are in love and Sam sees that she has a bunch of hickeys from Dean and he makes fun of her for it and for how much younger she is and he goes a little too far and the Reader gets upset and then Dean walks in and he gets mad at Sam and it ends V FLUFFY (Sorry if anything is too specific I just saw from another post that you were okay with more specific requests)

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: Blasphemy (using the lord's name in vain), cussing, Sam is a bit of an ass in this one, mentions of anxiety about unrequited love, VERY fluffy with Dean 

    You yawned and stretched, having just woken up from a very deep sleep. Turning to your side, Dean was next to you, still wrapped up in an apparently nice dream. He had a small content smile dancing across his lips, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again. Every little moment with him reminded you why you fell for him so hard and so fast. The man was not only a legend among hunters but also very well known for surfing from girl to girl. You would’ve never imagined that you would be the person that made Dean Winchester stop in his tracks. You hadn’t even actively pursued him. Dean claimed that he knew from the moment he saw you that he was gonna fall in love with you.

    “You turned me into a damn teddy bear.”

He would always complain to you. 

    You would just smile and give him a soft hum in affirmation. He was still a little rough around the edges so to say. He didn’t hesitate to tear anyone to pieces if they threatened you or Sam, but you got to see a whole different side to Dean when you were alone. Along with Sam. Sam liked you, he really did, he just found it odd, along with a few others, that Dean had fallen in love with you as you were younger than Sam. There was altogether quite a few years separating you and Dean, but you weren’t anywhere near a child, so you personally didn’t see any problem in it. You and Dean were two consenting adults that loved each other, and you couldn’t comprehend why some people just couldn’t accept that.

    You stared at Dean for a few more minutes, practically radiating love toward him, before you finally decided to force yourself out of bed. Yawning a few more times, you shuffled your way toward the bunker’s kitchen and hoped to god that Sam had already made coffee. Much to your enthusiasm, Sam had indeed made a pot of coffee, and you happily poured yourself and Dean a cup. You stood in the kitchen, just taking in the delectable smell of your coffee. It always smelled better than it tasted, but damn if that coffee didn’t taste like a little cup of heaven.

    “Hey there, Pongo.”

    You turned to find Sam leaning against the wall opposite to you, smirking like a middle schooler who just made a sex joke. You raised an eyebrow. Sam’s smile faded, apparently expecting you to react positively to his ‘clever’ joke. 

    “It’s the- you know… The dog in 101 Dalmatians. Haven’t you seen that movie, or is it too old for you?”

You couldn’t force back a heavy eye-roll at that point. 

    “Oh of course I haven’t seen that classic Disney movie, Sam. It’s not like kids nowadays are watching it, too. Pongo was a boy, by the way, Perdita is the girl, it would’ve been more fitting.”

Sam laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee.

    “Sorry I haven’t watched the movie recently, I forgot it was practically a few weeks ago you were watching cartoons and singing along to Disney movies.”

    You bit back a scathing remark, getting more irritated with Sam by the minute. You wished you had covered the love bites Dean had left down your neck and across your collarbones.

    “Jesus, Sam,” you murmured, “could you give it a rest for one day?” 

Sam chuckled once more, then turned to continue whatever task he had stopped seemingly purely to poke fun at you.

    You loved Sam a hell of a lot, but it got to you quickly when he constantly mocked you for being so young. Especially when he brought Dean into the picture. You could see how Dean dating someone younger than him could come across as a bit odd to Sam at first, but after so many months, you were ready for him to leave you alone in that regard. No longer quite as at peace as you were moments ago, you simply finished off your coffee and took Dean his own. 

    Entering the room the two of you shared, you sat next to Dean on the bed. He still slept deeply, murmuring your name a few times in his sleep, much to your delight. Finally, you decided to actually wake him up before his coffee got cold. Dean was no faster to get up than you were. He smiled tiredly at you when you finally managed to wake him, and delivered a soft kiss to your cheek. He gently took his coffee from you and didn’t bother to savor the flavor. He practically chugged it down. He set down the mug and stretched his more than likely sore muscles with a dramatic groan of effort.  You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest, kissing every inch of your face he could manage to as you squirmed in his grip. 

    “Good morning, baby.”

    He whispered. You almost melted. His morning voice was like pure ambrosia to you. You smiled and relaxed into his arms, snaking your own around him. He was warm, full of love, and all of it was yours. Dean Winchester loved you with everything in him, and God it felt good. 

    “I love you, Dean.” 

    He chuckled softly, catching your lips in another soft kiss before he slowly pulled away and looked at you fully. 

    “I love you more than anything, Y/n.”

    No matter how many times he told you, your heart still fluttered wildly like a caged butterfly. You hummed in content, resting your cheek on his bare chest, and listening to his heartbeat. The slow steady rhythm of Dean’s heart lulled you back into a light sleep, leading you into sweet dreams of him.

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    You woke up disappointed to say the least. You were no longer laying on Dean, and he was nowhere to be seen. Wandering out into the halls of the bunker, you looked around for Dean for a little while before finding your way into the library. Sam sat in a red chair next to a small bookshelf, books piled around him. He was hunched over a thick ancient looking book, his brows creased in concentration. 

    “Hey, Sammy!”

    You called happily. He took a moment to break his focus from the book, probably wanting to finish whatever page or paragraph he was on.

    “What’s up?” he asked. 

He definitely seemed to want to get back to reading, but being Sam, he was probably trying not to be rude. You stood there for a moment awkwardly, not particularly keen on mentioning Dean in fear of him immediately starting a tirade of jokes that you wouldn’t find amusing. You didn’t really have any other reason to be bothering him though. What came out was a sad excuse for small talk.

    “How’s the book?”

    Sam looked between you and the book in confusion for a minute, then replying slowly,

    “I mean… It’s good. No Pulitzer or anything. Did you need it for something or…?”

You shook your head quickly,

    “No, I was just…”

Sam cut you off, a light bulb virtually popping up over his head.

    “You’re just looking for Dean, aren’t you?”

You laughed at your own awkwardness and nodded your head in affirmation. Your smile faded when Sam continued,

    “Didn’t they teach you how to ask questions directly in middle school? I can’t believe you don’t remember- it being, what? Two years ago?”

You rolled your eyes.

    “Yeah, really funny, Sam. Seriously, do you know where Dean is?”

    Sam grinned at you widely, responding without hesitation,

    “Have you checked the nearest high schools? Middle Schools? Hell, he might be robbing another cradle for all we know, Y/n.”

Your frustration was building quickly, and so were the tears in your eyes that you refused to let fall.

    “What is your problem, Sam? Can’t you tell these jokes aren’t funny anymore? You’re being immature!”

You responded, your voice shaking lightly.

    “You can’t lecture me about being immature, Y/n. I mean, you practically just hit puberty.”

He replied. You could feel your face getting red, and you were practically sweating from the anger boiling inside of you.

    “That’s disgusting, Sam!”

Sam chuckled,

    “Almost as disgusting as thinking of you two dating when Dean was 18. He’d have to kiss your mom to get the message to you!”

    Before you had the chance to respond, Dean’s voice was roaring behind you.

    “Why don’t you learn when to shut the hell up, Sam?” 

You turned to Dean in surprise, wondering how much he had heard. He set down a takeout bag on one of the tables and gestured for you to come toward him.

    “What’s disgusting is harassing Y/n with the same shit every day. The jokes were funny when we were younger, but now you’re just making yourself look like an ass.” Dean glared at Sam as you made your way toward him. “Here's your goddamn rabbit food.” He harshly took the bag off the table and launched it toward Sam, then gently took your hand and lead you back to your room.

    Dean didn’t say a word until he slammed the door shut behind the two of you. You stared at anything but him, worried that this would damage your relationship. You were always scared Sam’s jokes would get to Dean too, and he’d finally start seeing things the way Sam did.  

    “Baby, look at me.” 

You forced yourself to look Dean in the eyes. Terrified of the thought that he might not love you as much as you did him. The thought that he might not love you enough to put up with moments like these was almost drowning you in doubt and anxiety.

    “Sam’s just being a dick because he hasn’t been laid in months. There’s nothing wrong with how old we are. We’re both adults and Sam’s opinion doesn’t mean shit. He’s probably got his panties in a twist that he’s not the one who gets to wake up to your smile every morning.”

    You smiled tenderly at Dean, your heart easing up at his words. Dean set down the takeout bag and advanced toward you. He tilted your head up, kissing you passionately. You felt yourself relax fully into him, and smile against his lips. When he finally broke away, he smiled excitedly at you and picked up the takeout bag once more. 

    “I got us burgers and y/f pie!”

    You couldn’t help but laugh at the excitement in his voice. He was always so happy at the aspect of making you happy. How could you ever doubt his love? You both made your way to the bed, and Dean handed you a slightly greasy styrofoam box that contained one of the best bacon cheeseburgers you’d ever tasted. You both ate happily in silence. 

    Halfway through your y/f pie, you felt Dean’s stare. You looked over to him to find him smiling warmly at you. He hadn’t even started eating his pie. 

    “What’s wrong?”

You asked after swallowing down a mouthful of your pie. Dean laughed and shook his head, replying,

    “I was just wondering how you look so god damn beautiful no matter what you’re doing.”

    Dean really had a talent for making your heart melt. You smiled at him, putting the last of your pie off to the side.

    “You really are turning into a teddy bear.” 

You replied. Dean laughed once more, reaching out and pulling you into his arms. You laughed with him, and kissed him. 

    “I love you, Dean.” 

You whispered. Closing your eyes, you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

    “I love you more than anything, Y/n.” 

Your heart fluttered like a caged butterfly.

#Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester x reader fic #Dean Winchester x reader fanfic #Dean Winchester x reader fanfiction #dean winchesterxreader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #supernatural show #supernatural x reader #supernatural x reader fic #supernatural x reader fanfic #supernatural x reader fanfiction #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader platonic #sam winchester fic #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester fanfiction #request #anon request #fluff #fluffy #fluff fanfic #fluff fic #fluff fanfiction #fluffy fanfic

[purplesurveys]

1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind. 

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

#survey #surveys

[virgilsinferno]

SPILLR  » CHAPTER THREE

important :: this is a horror fic and might contain triggering content. proceed with caution.

tw :: nightmares, death, corpse

word count :: 3145

notes :: uh yeah,, there are loceit and logicality stuff in this chapter and analogical in the previous ones,, but there will be no endgame ships nor will there be romance between the 5 of them. 

intro || 1 || 2

Lately, Dmitri has been feeling ill. Like his immune system’s getting weaker every day. He thinks it’s nothing to worry about though, and green tea helps from time to time. Yet even when he’s not feeling to well, he still refuses to sleep. Logan tells him it’s because of circadian rhythms. He doesn’t know what it means, but if he wanted to know, he can always ask Logan.

School life was stressful for him due to his popularity. Everyone adored him and constantly bothered him, all because of the fact that he’s kind of popular on the internet. It wasn’t his fault, really. People simply loved the content he posted. From the latest gossip to the recent breakups, he knew it all. And he delivered the news so eloquently, people took his word for it. Not everything posted on the internet is real. He’s just trying to have some fun by rewriting the tales that have been passed down from person to person. He guesses having fun also had its consequences.

Almost the entire school had his number. He doesn’t know how they get it, but he keeps changing it just to be sure. So when he gets the 3rd call that morning, he had his doubts. Upon seeing the caller ID, he let out a sigh of relief. Thank the heavens it wasn’t one of those creeps that keep trying to ask him out on a date. It was only 3 in the morning, and yet 2 people have already started annoying him. At least it was Logan who called. He could never annoy him. If anything or anyone dares to hurt his friend, he would lead an army of followers right to their doorstep and ruin their life.

Hey, he cared about Logan immensely.

“Hey Lo.” He greets, taking a sip of his tea.

“Are you free right now?” Logan asks through the phone. Dmitri chokes on the tea and has a coughing fit. He sets down his tea on his bedside table. It takes a few seconds for him to stop coughing.

“Yes. Are you asking me on a date?”

On the other end, Logan’s eyes flew wide in shock. He somehow manages to keep his cool and a smirk appears on his face. “No. Why, do you want me to?”

“Hell no! Shut up.”

“If you say so. Can you come over right now?”

“Yeah sure, gimme a sec. Be there in 10-ish? Should I bring anything? Flamethrower… sword… you name it.”

“Just yourself.”

“Gotcha.”

He ends the call and rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor with a thump. To him it sounded urgent, so he threw on a leather jacket over his plain yellow shirt and put on the first pair of jeans he saw.

The window had a tree branch near it, so he could get out and get back in through the window with ease. Logan didn’t live too far, which meant he didn’t have to sneak into the garage and get his car. At that moment, he felt incredibly grateful for all of the working out he’s been doing. The faster he can run, the more trouble he can cause. And also, he’d feel less worn out whenever he sneaks out of the house to go see Logan.

7 minutes later, he arrives at the front door and rings the doorbell. Usually, he’d ring it 3 times. One long ring followed by two short ones. It was his own way of letting them know who’s at the door. But this time, Logan opened the door right after the first ring and dragged him in.

“Lo, you okay? You look spooked.”

“I’m good. We should get going, the others are waiting for us.”

“Others? Wait, what?”

“Yes, and we have important matters to discuss.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

They head to Logan’s room, thoughts of the worst possible things that could happen already forming in Dmitri’s mind. Why does he have a bad feeling about this?

“You’ll be fine.” He says, patting him on the shoulder. Dmitri nods. He’ll be fine.

As soon as he walks in the familiar room, he could feel eyes on him. It was a normal thing for him, but there’s always been a slight feeling of discomfort. He only loves the attention he gets when he wants attention.

“It’s you!” says one of them, the one in the purple hoodie. “You’re the guy with the yellow eyes in my nightmare!”

Okay, what? That, he wasn’t expecting. Better to be the guy in someone’s nightmare than to be the guy who’s internet famous, right? Logan gives purple hoodie guy a warning look.

“Sorry, that was rude. The name’s Virgil, man.”

“Virgil,” he repeats. “what an odd name. I like it.”

That sounds familiar.

The guy which Dmitri now knows as Virgil visibly becomes paler. He doesn’t know how to react to this, nor does he know if he should do anything. Was it something he said? He hoped not. The guy with the gray cardigan on his shoulders comforts him.

“Listen man, this might sound weird and all, but that’s what you said. In my nightmare thing. Kinda freaked out right now.”

Dmitri nods in understanding. “I get it. Sometimes I get nightmares that come true as well.”

He realizes what he just said and his right hand immediately covers his mouth. Too much information. That’s when he also realizes that he had forgotten to put in his contacts. Which meant that they could see his real eye color—a mix between light gray and blue.

“Uh, at least you don’t have yellow eyes?”

“Yeah about that… Virgil, right? I seem to have forgotten to put on my contacts before I left.”

“So you can have yellow eyes if you wanted to?”

“If I wanted to. Don’t worry, I won’t use yellow contacts if we are to meet again.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Now, let’s discuss the matter at hand.”

As he was about to continue, Patton’s phone rang. He excused himself and went outside of Logan’s room to answer the call. It was his mom calling. Logan proceeded to catch Dmitri up on things.

“Hey mom!”

“Pat, dear, where are you? We’re worried sick about you!”

“I’m fine mom, I’m at a friend’s place right now. I didn’t want to go home yet ‘cause Dallon might come looking for me there and we’re sort of not on good terms right now. I’ll be back for lunch, I promise!”

“Oh honey, has no one told you yet? Dallon went missing four days ago. His body was found by the river yesterday at 6:50 pm.”

Missing?

… Body?

There was a sudden feeling of suffocation, yet Patton was aware that he could breathe just fine. He knew he was alive, he had to be. Didn’t he call him recently? That means he’s not dead, right? He heard his voice through the phone, he’d know that voice from anywhere. There’s no way he’s dead. Right?

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Yeah mom. I… I have to go.”

Patton ended the call and ran back into the room. He plopped down next to Virgil and put his knees to his chest muttering a few incoherent words. They all stopped what they were doing to try and comfort Patton, even though they had no idea what was going on.

“I-I’m not imagining things, I can’t be. I heard him. I’m not imagining things.” He sounded so confused and the others weren’t sure if they should give him some space momentarily or let him talk it out. Everything was going too fast and they had no time to process the situation.

“Virgil! You were there, you heard it too, right? He was calling me, he’s not dead. You know that too. He was calling and you were next to me and you heard us talking. I wasn’t imagining it.”

“Patton, I uh… yeah, someone was calling you. Could you talk slower please?”

The room fell silent.

“Dallon’s dead,” Patton whispered. It was quiet, but loud enough for the rest of them to hear. “He’s been dead since yesterday. But he called me so that means he’s not dead, right? I don’t want him back, I really don’t, but he called me and now I just have to believe he’s dead?”

“Still confused!” Roman groaned. Of course he’d be the most clueless one out of all of them.

For a moment, Dmitri’s eyes switched from light gray to brown. It was fast enough to think of it as nothing, but what he said was quite worrying. “Not everyone you know is real.”

“W-what?” Patton asked, gripping the sleeve of Virgil’s hoodie.

Dmitri tilted his head. “What?”

“I’m all for the spooky stuff, I truly am, but I don’t understand anything! Please, don’t leave me out of this adventure of a lifetime!”

Brown eyes gazed into Roman’s— brown eyes that he knew were once a different color. Though he really never got a good look at Dmitri’s face, so he wasn’t sure if his eyes did change colors. Then again, he did mention something about contacts but he hasn’t been paying that much attention to anything, really. Something told him he’d better stay out of this entire thing.

“Trust me, you don’t want to be a part of this.” said Dmitri in a stern voice.

The lights began to flicker and Dmitri’s eyes began rapidly switching between light gray and brown. He grabs Virgil’s arm and pulls him closer to him in a harsh manner. He leans dangerously close to his ear, and in the softest voice he could manage, he whispers: “You know too much. All those theories in your head are absolutely right. I can’t keep this up, it’s bound to find out. Don’t worry, I’ll get all of you out. Eventually.”

Utterly terrified, perplexed, and stressed were only a few words that could describe how Virgil was feeling. He gives Dmitri a weak nod and wraps his hoodie around him even tighter. As soon as the lights stopped flickering, it changed from a warm white color to a disturbing red color, bathing the entire room with the color red. Roman, though full of fear, got off of the bed to get out of the room and make himself a salad despite his brother’s warnings.

The door wouldn’t budge so he was forced to sit back down on the king-sized bed and snack on the cookies til the lights were back to normal. Logan only cared for all of their safety and wouldn’t want any of them to be attacked by whoever was messing with them. Surely, they’ve got to be inside the house. Yet the look on Dmitri’s face said otherwise. He appeared to be calm, but he was shaking. Virgil on the other hand was breathing heavily, and Patton was trying not to cry.

The light flickered once more, making it dark for a fraction of a second then returning to its previous state. They all sighed in relief. Now that that was over, Logan got up to check if there were any people inside the house that may have messed with their lighting and if there were any possessions stolen. There was just one tiny problem.

“Hey uh, where’s Dmitri?” asked Virgil, who was doing his best to keep his breathing even. He was a hundred percent sure that he was there a moment ago. They would be able to feel it if someone were to get up, seeing as they were all sitting down very closely to each other. It was almost like Dmitri had disappeared in thin air.

“No one is going to leave this room until I am sure that it is safe to do so.” Logan announces to the remaining members of the group.

As if it couldn’t get any weirder, their phones all went off simultaneously, and the television was switching through channels at a blistering speed. A familiar face shows up on TV. It was Dmitri. His irises were now yellow and he looked scared. Anxious, even. There was nothing but darkness behind him. Everything was so difficult to understand and there were a thousand thoughts that were overlapping over each other. It didn’t make any sense.

“I’m dreaming, it’s okay it’s just a nightmare. It’s just a dream.” Roman repeated over and over to himself.

“I don’t have much time,” Dmitri starts, looking around nervously before continuing. “I’ll do my best to get you all out. Just please don’t look at it in the eyes for any longer than 10 seconds. I wish you all the best of luck.”

The television turns off and their phones stop making noise. Roman is the first to speak. “What was all that about?”

A loud crackling sound is heard, followed by the deafening sound of static. Then the power went out. Usually, one would still be able to make out the figures of whatever is in a completely dark room. Or at least be able to feel any objects that were littered around.

It was entirely pitch black. Like when one would close their eyes and be met with absolute darkness. It no longer felt like they were sitting cross-legged on the bed.

“Logan?” Roman called out, reaching his arms out and feeling around for any sign of life.

“Here!” His brother responded. Did he hear it on the left or on the right?

It was clear that the brothers were in close proximity to each other. Virgil on the other hand, found that he was slightly farther away due to the voices barely being heard. He took out his phone from his pocket and used it as a flashlight, though not much was accomplished. Everything was still pitch black. He walked around for a bit—a desperate attempt at finding a way out. No luck. Instead, he had tripped on something. Or rather, someone.

Virgil shone a light at what had caused him to trip. A body. He didn’t know if the person was dead or not, but they sure had a familiar face. Well, it did have a rotting smell so he supposed it was a dead body. It was a face he had seen around before, though he couldn’t pinpoint where he had seen it. The anxiety was starting to kick in. Its head shifted to the right, allowing him to observe its face more.

Its eyes flew open.

“Holy fuck.” Virgil kicked it in surprise and ran as far as he could away from the seemingly alive corpse. It was so dark that he had not seen that there was someone in front of him, causing him to bump into the person. He pointed his light at the person’s face which made them squint. It was Roman.

“Watch it, Captain Brood.” He sneered.

“You’re in my way, Roman Numerals.” Virgil retorted. “Where are we?”

“Definitely not in Bill Nye the stoic guy’s room, that’s for sure.”

Someone crashed into Virgil, making him bump into Roman once more. They could tell it was Patton right away, because of the high-pitched squeal he made when he saw it was the two of them. Logan was with him as well, holding Patton’s hand to make sure he doesn’t run off and get lost even more.

“The whole group is here! Let’s go, my entourage!” Roman exclaimed as he took the lead. Logan, Patton, and Virgil followed behind him, with Patton refusing to let go of Logan’s hand. Just in case.

“L, how do you suppose we get out?”

“That is for us to find out. Are you alright?”

“M’not on the verge of a panic attack. It’s strange, I feel like I’m being watched but it also feels like I’m safe.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing.”

The four of them continued walking, following wherever Roman decided to go. It’s not like they know where they’re going either, so they might as well take a chance. Eventually, they come across a door. Roman puts a hand on the doorknob and faces Logan, probably asking for permission first to open the door. His older brother nods. They all silently pray that it’s the way out.

It’s a…house?

More specifically, it was a freaking huge house reminiscent of the one in Layers of Fear. Oh for goodness sake, out of anything that the dark void could possibly bring them to, it puts them in a freaking video game. Virgil groans upon realization and picks up a cassette tape that was randomly laying around. He attempts to throw it at the wall out of frustration, but was stopped by Patton.

“Wait! I found a cassette tape player, maybe this is a clue!” He says, taking the tape from his friend.

He plays the tape.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I’m kidding. This is Dmitri. I see you’ve found the first clue. Don’t worry about me, I’m okay. Doing my best to get it away from you guys as possible. Focus on finding a way out, and don’t split up. It’s going to use your fears against you, and you’re all probably in the first stage right now.”

They all look at each other with accusing stares.

“So which one of you is afraid of this game in particular?” Roman asks, pointing to the other three.

Patton raises his hand slowly. “The painting is scary!”

“This is fine, I’ve played this before. Just don’t wander off.” Virgil said as he gave a knowing look at the other three.

The layout of the house wasn’t how Virgil remembered it, but it has been a while since he had played it so he wasn’t entirely sure. It seemed to have elements from different games he had played, though. He was wondering how a simple social networking site could put them in so much danger when he came across a piece of paper hanging from a strand of spider silk. Logan takes it before Virgil could.

Similar to the first note they had gotten, it had a drawing of an eye. In the center it had a message. Logan reads it aloud.  

“You should have read the privacy policy.”

“No it doesn’t!” Virgil scoffs, taking the piece of paper from Logan and reading what it said to the others. “You know too much.”

Roman peeks at the paper, frowning when it obviously didn’t say both those things. He snatches it from Virgil and clears his throat before speaking. “You were better off clueless.”

And of course, it wasn’t the same for Patton. Roman shows him the message, trying to prove that he had the “real” message. Patton reads it for the rest of them, a shiver running down his spine upon uttering the words that were written in such a familiar handwriting.

“I didn’t think you’d last without me. I see now that I was wrong. We’ll meet again.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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[paladin-andric]

An Enemy Within

A sequel to Darkest Hour! A short story set in an alternate, grim future where the human race was nearly annihilated, the last known holdout being a small colony in a bunker deep underground. In this, we learn of the surprising fate of one of the previous characters, and more about the survivors! This bunker-colony is pretty heavily influenced by XCOM. Speaking of which...mood music!

“So that’s the plan.”

The group of officers leaned over a round table of metal, staring up at the mystifying scene above them. Floating above the table, a holographic globe of the planet sat silently, ever so slowly spinning.

They were in the command room, the heart of strategic operations in the resistance. Though humanity was relegated to a small group of survivors in this underground bunker, that didn’t leave them helpless.

The best and brightest they had to offer had invented so many useful things, both on their own and using the stolen technology from the monsters above.

The bastion of humans were extremely militarized, acting more like a special forces division rather than a colony. That was born of necessity, though.

With such low numbers, they needed as many people able to handle themselves as possible.

It had been hundreds of years since the vile sorcerer succeeded in his plot. He poisoned the very air of the world, and all who were exposed turned into hideous abominations, utterly obedient towards the dark sorcerer, who now ruled the world in an iron grip.

Those scant few who managed to seal themselves away waited. They hid and hid for generations, until technology allowed them to seal themselves in suits that could keep them safe from the elements above. Now, they carried out a guerilla campaign against the sorcerer, determined to send him and all his mindless slaves to hell.

In the most recent operation, the survivors investigated a tip of a possible other bastion of survivors, still untouched by the infectious air on the surface. On their way however, they were ambushed by the sorcerer’s minions, and none survived.

Well, except for...him.

He stood with the officers, observing the hologlobe along with them, nodding along and acting as if nothing was wrong.

The fact that he WAS one of those monsters, however, made the scene very unsettling for Albert.

The “man” was a biped with two arms, but that was where the similarities ended. He was covered head to toe in black scales, towered above the others, looked wide enough to stop a car in its tracks, had monstrous, clawed hands and feet, a long tail, and bore a terrifying reptilian visage.

He looked like any other one of those horrible beasts up above...and yet here he was, standing in the beating heart of the last holdout of the human race, somehow not being gunned down right where he stood.

Ah, but that was because he was still sane.

That’s what they had told everyone when he returned, his suit in tatters, clutching his head and groaning quietly, before he was tied down and dragged off into the medical ward, and everyone else was ushered back to their posts.

It had been over a week since that day. Apparently, he was all good now...but was he really?

As the officers all disbanded and walked off to wherever it was they were headed, the monster remained behind, still staring up at the hologlobe. The young soldier approached, causing the beast to turn its inhuman eyes toward him.

Albert felt his heart thud against his chest, half expecting the thing to surge forward and tear his heart out in one swift motion.

But he WASN’T an “it”, and he didn’t do anything of the sort.

“Ah, Albert.” the voice was unlike any the man had ever heard, deep, warbling and distorted...almost as if a demon was standing before the human, speaking to him.

It threw him for quite a loop, and he was certain he failed to hide his fear, but Albert nodded. “Err, Captain Fields, sir.”

“Please. Jacob will do.”

He couldn’t discern the look on the creature’s face. Of course he couldn’t. He could read humans, not...these things!

“Uhh...alright, Jacob.”

The reptilian beast drummed his claws against the metal table in a steady rhythm. “Is there any reason you’re here? I don’t dare imagine you came to see my good looks.” Jacob followed that up with a short, shallow laugh.

“No sir. I just, well…” he hesitated. It was a stupid question, and he was an idiot for bothering with it, but he went ahead anyway.

The soldier cleared his throat. “I was just wondering…” he leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. “...what’s it like?”

“What do you THINK it’s like?!” Jacob countered. Even though his visage was utterly alien to him, Albert could tell from the way his brows furrowed and eyes narrowed that he was angry.

The soldier didn’t have any reply. He couldn’t think of anything to say at all.

The monstrous thing sighed and shook his head. “It’s horrible. I keep thinking this is some nightmare I’m gonna wake up from, but every morning I open my eyes, and every morning I’m still THIS,” he said, sweeping his clawed hands over himself.

Albert could almost swear the lizard-thing looked crushed as he finished. “This is hell.”

The soldier struggled to find words. “T-that’s...shit, man.”

The creature turned back to the table and resumed leaning, head lowered. He nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

The once-human’s words were nearly inaudible, he spoke them so quietly

Albert felt a pit in his gut. He really didn’t know what he was expecting, but...this was difficult to stomach. Despite how monstrous and terrifying the creature next to him looked, he could only imagine the man he once knew, looking crushed and forlorn as he stewed over his fate.

There was a lengthy period where both men stood in silence, leaning over the table and staring down at nothing in particular. After a while longer, Albert finally found his voice again.

“I was wondering something.”

“Mhm?”

“Well...from what I’ve always been told...there’s no coming back from this. Once you turn...you’re a monster, a mindless animal, a killer. No one’s ever...turned...and come back.” The soldier finally looked up and over at Jacob. “How did you do it?”

The reptilian tapped his claws against the table once more. “I’ve told this story a million times before.”

“Shit, man, I’m sorry-”

“No, no,” Jacob said sadly, “It’s...it’s fine.”

With a deep breath, the former human repeated what he’d told all the doctors and officers before.

“We got ambushed...I took a shot and went down. I lost consciousness. Dunno how long went by, but by the time I woke up, the things were gone...and everyone else was dead. I-I realized my suit got torn open from the hit, and I started hobbling back. My mask ran out of reserve air, and so I started breathing in the surface air...by the time I got back...I was already one of them.”

Albert grimaced. “Oh God…”

“I heard voices, screaming, had these urges. It was...I guess it’s the same stuff everyone else feels when they turn...but thank God, I was already back here. Nearly got plugged full of holes, but I surrendered and by some miracle, they took me in instead of shooting me.”

“Voices? Urges?”

“The dark one’s corruption,” Jacob answered, “Doctors said the infection shatters your mind, and rebuilds you into a beast that answers only to him. I couldn’t have resisted much longer. If we were any further away when that happened...they’d know our location by now. If I hadn’t blown my brains out before the infection broke me, anyway.”

“Lord in heaven…”

The beast nodded. “I still hear them, you know. They’re quieter now, but I still hear the voices. Still have those insane thoughts. Still feel those...urges.”

Jacob noticed that those words had caused Albert to take a step back, eying him fearfully. He held a hand out and shook his head. “T-there’s nothing to worry about! They’re just...little thoughts now. It’s easy to suppress.”

“I-I just…”

“If I was a threat, would the doctors have let me go?”

The soldier shrugged. “I guess not…”

“Albert, look. I know it’s...hard to believe, but…”

“...you’re still you,” the soldier finished.

The way the lizard winced was quite extreme. “W-well...not exactly.”

Albert’s stomach churned, dread settling over him again. “B-but I thought you…”

Jacob shook his head. “I told you, they’re still there. Faint, but there...and the only reason I haven’t become...feral yet…”

The reptilian dug into a pouch on his belt, pulling out an orange, transparent bottle with a white cap.

“...are these.”

Jacob raised a brow. “Pills?”

“Meds, yeah. They’re used to help people with schizophrenia.”

Albert was more confused than scared now, and Jacob could tell. The lizard shrugged, the pills inside the bottle loudly shaking as he did so. “Docs figured since this infection causes so many of the same symptoms, they might as well try it...and it seems like it’s actually working.”

“Shit, man. You lucked out.”

“You can say that again,” the beast agreed, tucking the bottle away in his pouch again, “Still, it’s not perfect.”

“What do you mean? Seems as good as it could be.”

“I mean, it is, kinda...but still. The boys in the lab can only make these so quickly, and uhh, can only grow the ingredients so quickly. Plus...it’s not like I have a cold. I’m not just taking these and waiting for it to go away. It’s not a cure, Albert...it’s a treatment. Plus, if anyone else gets infected like this, and they can’t make enough meds for us in time...”

“...we’re in deep trouble,” Albert finished knowingly. Jacob nodded.

“That’s right.”

The soldier sighed. “Well, at least you’re okay for now. Glad you’re back.”

“Thanks, I am too. I just wish Irene…”

“I know,” Albert answered with a deep frown, “We were friends, too.”

Jacob looked down, that same pained expression from before clearly visible. Albert crossed his arms.

“Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to...I’ll be all ears, alright?”

The transformed beast’s frown slowly turned into a grin, which was rather terrifying on his serpentine visage. “Thanks. That’s...nice to hear. I’ll have to take you up on that. It’s been pretty lonely in the medical wards.”

“I can’t imagine. Sitting in a bed alone all day…”

“Yeah, it really sucked. Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it.”

With that, the pair smiled and nodded at one another before the soldier turned and began to walk away.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before Jacob called out.

“Albert!”

The soldier quickly stopped and looked back. “Yeah?”

Jacob approached, appearing...conflicted? Albert was still getting a handle on how the former human’s face worked.

The serpent put a hand on the man’s shoulder, claws hanging over and onto his back. “Listen. I’d rather die than let anyone here get hurt.”

The soldier’s face warped into one of confusion. “Err...yeah?”

“Look. If what I said comes true...if they run out of meds...if I lose it...if I stop being me…” the lizard furrowed his nonexistent brows and gave the man serious look. “Promise me you’ll take care of it. Don’t hesitate. Alright?”

Albert swallowed hard, unwanted thoughts running through his head of his friend going berserk and tearing him in half. “Ah hell Jacob...I can’t make a promise like that.”

The reptilian appeared distressed by that response. “Albert...please…”

“I’m just saying...I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

“But if it happens-”

“It WON’T happen,” Albert said firmly, his own expression now one of serious resolve, “You’ll make it though this, alright?”

The beast’s face softened as he stared back at his friend, hand still on his shoulder.

“...you’re a good man. Fine. If you can’t promise to put me down, and I can’t promise not to lose it...let’s both just try our best, alright?”

“Deal.”

The large creature slowly stepped back, wearing what appeared to be a smile. “Thanks, Albert. Thank you. Take care of yourself.”

“You, too.”

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[shiieldmaiden]

Y’all I never post my own shit on this blog but this is Important

i’ve got an amazing dnd group and because we’re Super Invested a bunch of us made playlists for our characters

feat. a Very Long playlist write-up under the cut 💫

The Adventure Zone: Amnesty Theme by Griffin McElroy

This is the true start to this playlist, even though it’s not on Spotify. I had to start off with something from my Good Good McElboys. I imagine Bardrynn’s hometown of Quarrycrest as something of a fantasy Appalachia, all beautiful smoky mountains and close-knit families and communities living and working together. Everyone knew everyone and everyone helped everyone. What better way to set that scene than the Amnesty theme?

Woman by Kesha

Bardrynn is so. goddamn. independent. She’s impatient, she’s impulsive, and she’s not one to let just anyone tell her what to do. She’s a motherfuckin woman and this song captures her attitude, especially before she got more familiar with the darker parts of the world. She takes responsibility for herself, does things for herself, and doesn’t like asking for help. She’s got this.

Mess is Mine by Vance Joy

That being said, she’s a fiercely loyal friend. Bardrynn is a Gryffindor through and through and she will do anything for her friends. Well hold on, my darling. This mess was yours, now your mess is mine. She is someone who will shoulder her friends’ troubles without a second thought. You know you gave me all your time, but did I give enough of mine? Even though she gives so much to her friends, she still worries that it might not be enough. She wants to be enough for her friends, to be there whenever they need her, whatever they need her for. If she can’t be there for her friends, what good is she to them?

Mountain Sound by Of Monsters and Men

No matter how far she travels, Bardrynn’s heart lies in the mountains. She knows that whatever happens, she has the mountains to go home to. And as brave as she is, she’d be lying if she said she’d never considered running away from her problems and running home to those mountains. Heard them calling in the distance, so I packed my things and ran.

Map of the World by Monsters of Folk

She may be a small town girl, but Bardrynn has a streak of wanderlust to her. She wants to see the world, she wants to explore, she wants to see and experience new things. That far-off feeling, that up-close kind of ache - she tries to fight it, she denies it like hell, but Bardrynn is homesick. She has been for awhile, but she’s just ignored it. Having friends helps. Exploring new things and going on exciting quests helps. She’s doing what she wanted, she’s doing good and seeing the world, so why isn’t she happier?

Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles

A little self-explanatory, your girl tries to keep a positive outlook. She knows she’s not the brightest and doesn’t always notice things, but one thing she does notice is that if she keeps up a positive attitude, the people around her tend to perk up too. And I say “It’s alright”

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Wow, is that Bardrynn’s Saving People Thing I see?? Holy cow, that’s Bardrynn’s Saving People Thing I see!! I told you you could always count on me darlin’. From that day on, I made a vow - I’ll be there when you want me some way somehow. Bardrynn will do absolutely anything for her friends - from taking the blame for ruining the publicity campaign in Dragon’s Brawl and getting herself fired so that Mori could keep her job to throwing herself into harm’s way to protect her party members. She’ll move heaven and earth to help her friends, drop anything to go to their side, hell she’ll take a killing blow if it means her friend will live.

Maps for the Getaway by Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness

Leaving home to go fight for Dragon’s Brawl was hard. It was really fucking hard. For all her life, Bardrynn had lived in Quarrycrest. Her family lived in Quarrycrest. Her ancestors were buried in Quarrycrest up in the family plot at the top of the Oakburn holler. (If she has anything to say about it, she’ll be buried there too, when her time comes) No cash in the bank, no paid holidays, all we have - all we have is gas in the tank, maps for the getaway. She had a dream and a plan and a metric ton of uncertainty, but she did it anyway and she was so proud of herself when she was able to write home to tell her family that she had done it. She was a professional fighter.

The Boxer by Paul Simon (Mumford & Sons cover)

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy. In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the railway stations, running scared. The mood of this song, the story of a fighter doing what they love in the ring and then struggling with loneliness outside of it is just - it’s so perfect. It took Bardrynn awhile to regain her footing with her new job away from home. Even with Mori there, it wasn’t the same as being able to just walk down the holler a bit to say hello to her brother or strolling into town and saying hello to everyone she passed on the way. Plus, Mumford’s sound is so Appalachia to me, it suits Bardrynn really fucking well, all strings, bluegrass rhythms, and tight harmonies.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down and cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving, I am leaving,” but the fighter still remains.

Applause by Lady Gaga

Once she got her footing though, once Bardrynn got comfortable, she was fucking ecstatic with her life. She practically got high off of the crowds and their reactions to her, their applause and their cheers. Nothing could bring her down when a stadium of fans were cheering her name. I live for the applause

Jenny by the Studio Killers

OOF. Bardrynn’s bad at feelings. She didn’t plan on catching feelings for Mori. She really didn’t. She didn’t even realize it was happening at first, she’s terrible at reading feelings from anyone, including herself. She was her best friend! She couldn’t feel like this about her, she was just a really close friend! Jenny darlin’, you’re my best friend, but there’s a few things that you don’t know… Once she figured it out (it took her an embarrassingly long time, looking back), she tried to just shove it down, ignore it. Telling her would just ruin things. They had a good thing going, the two of them being best friends in and out of the ring. That was, until their bosses decided they needed to stage a rivalry between them.

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Bardrynn carries a lot of guilt over fucking up that fake rivalry. It was just one slip-up, they’d been doing so well. But Mori had made a really funny joke and Bardrynn couldn’t help but laugh and someone had to go and catch her looking at her like that… and the next thing they knew, the two of them were being threatened with losing their jobs over the way they handled that “publicity strategy,” or whatever the fuck the boss had called it.

So Bardrynn took the blame.

She couldn’t let Mori get fired too. But it was not your fault but mine. And it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear? It was her fault, not Mori’s. Only one of them should lose their job over this and if someone had to take the fall for it, it was going to be Bardrynn. Mori tried to argue when Bardrynn told their boss that it was her fault, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. Bardrynn couldn’t fix the damage she’d done to Mori’s image as a fighter, she couldn’t fix any dips in popularity her fights might suffer, but she could make sure she kept her job.

And now, she’s terrified of letting her friends down. She doesn’t want to fail them like she did Mori. She can’t let that happen. Let’s be real, Bardrynn would die for her friends or her family without a second thought.

Bastards by Kesha

After her fallout with Dragon’s Brawl, there were a lot of people who started bad-mouthing Bardrynn. People who accused her of ruining the Dragon’s Brawl story because she couldn’t just play along, people who were disappointed in her for failing at this, people who were angry with her for messing up this or that. Been underestimated my entire life. I know people gonna talk shit, and darlin’ that’s fine. But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ‘em win. I’ll just keep on livin, keep on livin’ the way I wanna live. It was hard, really fucking hard to brush it off, but Bardrynn did her best to not let it bother her. She’s gotten better at it. She’s gotten a lot better at it. It’s still hard sometimes, and she still feels guilty sometimes when she braids that bright blue ribbon from a fan into her hair, but she’s getting better at tieing those reminders to the good memories rather than the bad ones.

Heaven When We’re Home by The Wailin’ Jennys

Been a fool, I’ve been cruel to myself. Been hangin’ on to nothin’ when nothin’ could be worse than hangin on. And somethin’ tells me, there must be something better than all this … And it’s a long and rugged road, and we don’t know where it’s headed. But we know it’s gonna get us where we’re goin’. And when we find what we’re lookin’ for, we’ll drop these bags and search no more, cuz it’s gonna feel like heaven when we’re home. I’m tempted to just leave it with those lyrics, but tbh, they’re very true to her attitude going forward from Dragon’s Brawl. She wandered, she didn’t know where she was headed, but she trusted that she’d figure it out eventually. So far it’s worked out alright. Plus, the Wailin’ Jennys’ sound is just So Perfectly Bardrynn. I also love the harmonies in the chorus, kinda shows, at least to me, how important having people around her is to Bardrynn. And maybe I’ll walk awhile and feel the earth beneath me. They say if you start lookin’, it doesn’t matter if you find it. And who’s to say that even if I did, it’s what I’m really looking for?

Below My Feet by Mumford & Sons

Keep the earth below my feet. From my sweat, my blood runs weak. Let me learn from where I have been. Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn. As she started traveling the world and exploring, Bardrynn started to see things in terms of what she could do - what she could do for other people besides just the ones she holds nearest and dearest. She started helping people. She started looking for people to help, jobs to take, towns to protect. Anything she could do to make herself useful, to find some kind of purpose beyond just wandering aimlessly, unemployed and technically homeless. She found that helping people was really fulfilling. She liked it. She was good at it. And it made other people happy, it made other people safe.

We’re Going to Be Friends by The White Stripes

Bardrynn makes friends super goddamn fast. She’s a friendly and outgoing woman, and while she may not be good at telling if someone is lying, she believes that she has a good sense of when someone is going to be a friend. To be fair, she tends to go by the philosophy of friend until proven not friend, but still. She could tell within ten minutes of meeting the party that this was going to be a good thing. They were going to be friends and it was going to be so much goddamn fun. And when I wake, tomorrow I’ll bet that you and I will walk together again. I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend by girl in red

Now, Bardrynn has a wisdom of 9. She’s terrible at recognizing other people’s feelings and even worse at diagnosing her own feelings. This has happened to her before, with Mori. She got confused, she was certain that the feelings she had towards Mori were just that of a best friend. 

She would’ve been this freaked out if anyone in the party died, right? Sure, she’s been worried about Liana and keeping an eye on her in battle since she died and came back to life, and she might feel a little more protective of her lately, but it’d be the same for anyone else in the party if they died, right?

Right?

Beautiful Dawn by The Wailin’ Jennys

I feel like this rounds her out nicely. Bardrynn is trying to get better. She’s trying to improve herself, to grow, to become the friend her friends need her to be. She’s trying to become the woman she wants to be, more than just a brokenhearted has-been fighter - a woman who doesn’t let down her loved ones, a woman who protects those she cares about, a woman who defends those who can’t defend themselves, a woman who can do some good in the world. Take me to a place where I feel no shame, take me where courage doesn’t need a name. Learning how to cry is the hardest part, and there’s only one way to mend a broken heart.

Dang, this is a long post.

#dnd playlist #dnd pc: bardrynn #the displacer kitties #the gal pals of unknown alliance

[sammyintheskywithdeanmonds]

My pretty moon girl. 🌙 I won't lie, I've had a day from Hell and it's not even halfway over. But my bad mood was instantly cured when I was able to take this quick glance at Tumblr and your name was in my notifications. Just like that,my heart was back at it's lovesick tap dance and couldn't be bother by this crappy work day. You make me ridiculously happy, my darling. Thank you for putting a smile on my face and sending that incomparable thrill up my spine like only your gorgeous words can. 💋

where is it? where's that fucking bad day who dares to try and cloud my secret desire's mood? i'm gonna hunt it down and bring you its head on a platter, my dream. i hate knowing you're having an annoying day, wish i could do so much more than reblog your perfect tags and be a useless lovestruck fool hanging to your every word& move. 💋🔥

boom boom boom. my heart still hasn't calmed down from the moment i saw your ask in my inbox. my dream, today i experienced a glimpse of heaven: laying in the sun and scrolling down your blog and reading these deliciously kinky wonders of yours i missed last week. trying to hold back and stop myself from flooding you with how badly i crave more. i feel giddy at the mere thought of how many more delicious posts i still have to read.

fuckkk i should be used by now to that addictive nickname you found for me me but every time you use it, i smile like the biggest dork. so you telling me i make you happy, every decency and self-control just left me. gone. can't pretend the butterflies in my belly aren't trying to escape. can't stop my unruly fingers from wanting to trace a new thrill up your spine. can't even control my urges to flood this answer with brian&justin gifs. (you make me so happy)

secret desire of mine, on this crappy day, i'm gonna take you away from everything, and hold you as tight as you'll let me. (it's a lie, i'll probably hold you tighter than that) want to see that cocky smile on your lips, run my fingers through your gorgeous hair and die a little at how unprepared i was to be so close to your beauty.

let's dance to the wild rhythm of my heart worshipping its rightful owner. to anyone who listens, the beat is erratic but the lyrics are clear: a m b e r, amber, amber. 💋🌙

#fuck this answer is so messy #i won't reread it because my brain fried up thanks to your words #it doesnt mean i dont want to be gomez&morticia anymore tho #just felt the need to use gifs that would show the urgency to take you away from this bad day #ugh i'm annoyed at myself #hope your day really got better my love #let me know when you can #(i really sound like a maniac wtf this is on you) #(punishment's around the corner 🔥) #wincestismyguiltypleasure #h e r #💋🔥🔪 #the girl who makes people fall so hard they get bruises in the shape of her perfect face and crawl back for more #🌙

[lizardfina-blog]

V Bad Story End 3

Days 1-5: https://lizardfina.tumblr.com/post/175732161387/badendcommon

Day 5 last chatroom

23:48 Finishing up on a Stormy… I happen to be going through one in my heart so v was not uninterested in Rika you’re caring for me, aren’t you? Thank you same here… I think this situation is really complicated I can’t give you details since the hacker might see this. It bothers me the hacker hates v friend shield on! for example? aw, come on … but if she’s alive, why won’t she come back? so jumin, you also with rika were alive do you think that was who she truly was? didn’t you say rika was adopted? I’d like to see him in brown hair I think you’re not getting enough sleep jumin a model? …jumin that’s enough please I feel sorry for jaehee, but I’d like to invite him I like jumin’s personality. Especially regarding care for his friend I’m sure we have to wait and see if that’ll make everyone happy I’m a bit ignored right now, so I’ll be fine Day 6 – 100% 01:17 707 Cyber News hello yes you’re getting your meals on time, aren’t you? I know you’ll win seven you need a right too wow no kidding! You made them for fun but they’re impressive daffodils should I start greeting you with binary numbers? why don’t we ask her about the coordinates password? the sun don’t you think it’s be related to rika? mint color? v has mint colored eyes hmm… that sounds worth a try so how long does it take what will happen if you get the coordinates faster than expected? I’ll see you again who is it? ok… could you ask him to send an e-mail? you two are in a carefully contracted relationship….. it will! Cheer up, jaehee 02:43 V’s Concern I can’t sleep. I feel uneasy I think he’s trying to decrypt as fast as he can do the mint colored eyes mean something? what is it? Can’t you tell me? so there’s something in this place luciel must not find out hmm? I’m a little bored since they’re ignoring me you turned a little brighter thanks to me, didn’t you? do you think I’m attractive, v? yes, I should 07:55 Changes Jumin Sees it’s an energetic and strong morning so simply put, your cat stretched? v is still looking for rika’s traces. It breaks my heart when do you go to bed, jaehee? she’s right. You should go to work and don’t forget v! you can also protect him in a good way? I think v is slowly approaching me because my heart is wide open I hope v will take courage and break his wall himself what? Why? jaehee, please make sure v doesn’t see those pictures aren’t you going to work…? you should copy yourself and let the clone do the job let’s take care of them one by one why don’t you have a cup of coffee? long is the way of the head of the intelligence unit 10:24 Don’t Want to be Hated ray are you still attacking the RFA? why do you keep doing this? it looks like nothing but a malicious delivery right now I am a hostage they’ll come to save me if I lose contact by force I’ll trust v don’t touch the RFA anymore. And please let me go please don’t torment seven too much are you going to send something worse than images? I like someone else are you going to make me take that drug? I don’t believe you who is this savior? what does she have to do with v? when will you let me out of here? 12:33 Need Some Fresh Air about time to gave at the sun, worrying about v your body rhythms turn irregular, which could cause….. is something wrong? I wanna get some air on your car, seven you should. Be brave yoosung, why would you go there? …good for you, jaehee stop suspecting v, yoosung what about zen? whoa….nostalgia he should keep it well until he donates to a museum I wish I could help zen somehow I’d like to protect zen’s vintage and original aspects we are going to have the party! RFA party will be held as planned walkingman was made in the same era as zen’s computer zen must be so patient I think this is a good time for a donation what kind of nagging does he give? I wish LOLOL would work on phones please be careful of kidnappers 14:42 Passion Red jaehee, is the intelligence unit all set? but I think v will be distressed when he sees those pictures hmm…he seems to be up to something what is his car like? I wonder what kind of car v owns I’d like to go on a drive with v here comes devastatingly handsome man zen do you know how to drive? I thought of v it’s the graceful stability that dances between speeding and slowing I wanna try seven’s car—it’s packed with speed no no you should first get a new computer I think you should throw it into a junk shop what can you possibly do with that computer? oh no… not the blue screen! sniffle… I should’ve given you my old laptop do you have a walkingman? zen you didn’t get one, did you? I wonder what v’s home is like I’m sure he does more than jumin rough is the life of an agent don’t be stressed out! Have fun do you think v is good with computers? have a safe trip! Please watch seven so he doesn’t break into v’s house Ray VN: who is it? …what brings you here? I don’t want to see her ray? ***there’s a walking section, and I don’t remember if you actually have to give responses, but it all says “…” until you meet the savior**** a mask…? you won’t stop me from using the messenger, will you? … who are you? 16:19 Yoosung’s Heaven yoosung did you have dinner yet? not yet! cup noodle is bad for your health you’ve found peace jumin have you ever had a cup noodle? is it because jaehee isn’t with you now? you talked about work even in chat rooms? jaehee… I wonder when she can return home yoosung, you suspicion is just endless. Can’t you trust v? I don’t think there’s anything I’ve done here yes… v will come to save me I hope you’d take action instead of blaming v good idea! That’s something only you can do good luck! I think this all sounds very strange to you, jumin a vending machine robot for cup noodle? let’s invite him! And place computers at the party good luck! how’s the intelligence unit going? what’s the menu? 18:23 Heading Towards 2020 zen how was your exercise? yes there’s nothing like a shower after exercise if I see your silhouette in the mirror in the middle of our exercise session… we’ll get to hear lots of helpful tips on a diet! yeah yeah! she said that in the previous chat room so you get to go outside more often than stay at your desk? no! you’re going to take that computer away from zen looks awesome… the latest model runs hindows 7? don’t you think we should get him the latest model? you’re not giving him a laptop you’ve been using, are you? …..Its lifespan is almost over sniff sniff… I smell trouble may god7 watch over you nothing is for free in this world by the way seven, how did your trip to v’s house go? he said he needs your computer to work on something back up! Back them up! oh, two in a row? Who is it now? same here! I hate relationships with secrets though I’d like to know the acquaintance of your acquaintance… let’s invite him so long… 386 20:00 Doubtful Family I moved to somewhere else, but I’m fine I wouldn’t mind was there something in v’s mailbox? did you call your aunt? why would the sender send such things to v? do you think he missed rika? did you talk to your aunt? why would she tell you to take rika’s stuff? and why would your aunt say that? it's so sad, but looks like something is definitely wrong do you think what we know about rika is what she really is? but I think it’s strange rika never talked about her parents but they’re still her parents. Maybe it’s true this isn’t your fault perhaps that’s why she made such a dire choice you shouldn’t look for someone to blame. Start offering condolence to rika from now on, let’s trust v together if you’re stressed out, take a break. Don’t think about anything else I met someone new so I have to stay alert for a while I hope you take a break! Everything will be ok yes if there’s anyone who needs my help, I’m willing to offer it I think things would’ve been different if rika was willing to show what she felt alright. I was actually thinking about having some time to myself Savior VN: I’ve come to test a game, but now it feel like I’m caught in something big you look like a scary person why do you keep asking me questions? what do you mean? v will come save me I’d like to, but not with you 22:02 His Idea Of Family welcome, jumin that’s the proof jaehee’s doing a good job rika might have hidden their relationship you can’t change your familial environment what’s the matter? Are you anxious? umm, let’s not talk too much in this chat room since when did you live with your cat, jumin? did rika avoid talking about her parents? but marriage happens between two people, not two families what matters in looking at a person’s true essence is to figure out…… perhaps you two got engaged too fast maybe it would’ve been better for v to see them soon? have a good time with Elizabeth the 3rd so seven knows where I am, right? yes, I will. don’t worry VN: how old is this building? does ray have lots of wounds too? do you also alternate between fear and happiness within? what’s your relation to the RFA? you’re not using me as bait, are you? … v this place isn’t safe. Run! I knew it. You are rika v! 23:11 What Happened to V? v! are you alright? **there is only one selection for this chat** Savior VN: this place is weird. Everything seems against the laws what will happen to v now? a little couldn’t you be the light? what are you going to do with v? what is it? Day 7 – 100% 01:20  Shocking Truth V has been kidnapped! What should I do? seven, please explain to him a few hours ago I’m alright but v is in danger. We must save him rika and v are apparently not friends let’s just calm down. We need to discuss how to save v it's no wonder v kept it secret. She’s no longer the rika you used to know yes… rika isn’t a hostage. She tricked and trapped v I’m alright! Please take care of v I think he’s imprisoned yes…perhaps he’s watching us no, she’s not yoosung, just wait. You’ll find out everything after some time you mean what v said? To not listen to rika? maybe v was protecting the RFA. He destroyed all data from 6 months ago this is much more serious than a simple fight I think we need to save the hacker…I think he’s being manipulated let’s not hide anything until we save v I’m fine so please save v. good luck, seven zen, I think yoosung needs you I think everyone’s having a hard time that’s alright. Please take care of the other members 02:32 Jumin Helplessness and…. jumin, you’re logged in at this hour rika now hates v I think she’s doing something illegal it seemed to me that rika finds her current location more precious than the RFA I felt v always did his best to protect RFA. He always meant the things he did v was just trying not to harm anyone what is it? rika did it!? then why won’t he get his eyes treated? you’ll help us save v, won’t you? I don’t think I can sleep. I’m so worried about v 06:55 C&R Intelligence Unit I’m fine…though I can’t say v is safe v could be in greater danger than he was back there I hope their friendship won’t break apart they are working together…I can guarantee both of them suffered deep wounds in their hearts I don’t think comparison matters now ^^; I hope so too ok…see you soon 08:46 Staying Calm I’m well. What are you doing zen? I’m fine, though I just can’t sit still because I’m worried about v welcome, yoosung maybe zen did some cleaning before he left whoa, morning packed with vitamins and fibre I think I’ve seen a walkie-talkie… she’s not well in heart we should be worrying about v! he’s in danger right now I think as of now rika wouldn’t hesitate that was before I actually met her zen, how’s your practice going? please, just be safe ……… that’s because of the router yes, let’s do that you can recommend guests too, yoosung good luck with that but it’s good at least zen is on the bright side ummm…i’m not sure rika would want to hear that, but ok cheer up! Savior VN: is he safe right now? why did you leave v? are you afraid of stepping outside the darkness? did you show your tears to v? rika… 11:51 Provoke you didn’t know? when will we go save v? what is it? a cult? Yes, it feels like a cult here if this place is involved in illegal activities, shouldn’t we rescue the victims? do we really have to fight each other? I want to get out of here before things get worse does something change when I log in? what is it? you mean…v’s in danger? can’t we find a peaceful solution to this? let’s do as he says jumin yes, please hurry I’ll be waiting I hope everything works out well…though I can’t help worrying okay! I’ll be right here waiting yes, I’ll be waiting 13:16 One’s Own Reasons I’m so worried about v. it’s hard to keep waiting how are preparations for the party going? okay…though I’m not sure if the party’s happenings, let’s invite him of what? do you think it’s okay to send him alone? I see you’re having a difficult time, yoosung it's dangerous here yoosung, I think you shouldn’t disregard other scenarios I think I know what you feel like looks like yoosung is having a hard time whatever rika would say, what matter is for yoosung to realize what kind of people rika and v…… don’t worry. Right now what we need to do is work together to defeat this crisis 15:38 Miss You, I Feel Lonely ray! It’s been so long since I last saw you I’m worried she’ll hurt v ray… you should stop being obsessed with me yes he’ll be here to rescue me what are you trying to do with the RFA? is v safe? he’s safe right? welcome yoosung did you try calling him? why not leave a message on the chat room ok…though I’m not sure if that’ll happen 17:45  His Heart yes, I’m waiting for you! Did you get a call from yoosung? how much time do you think will take? you’re not driving the one that fits 2 people are you? how’s yoosung doing? are you a playboy? now I’m surprised that you even have a smartphone be careful on the road I really wish he would it does look simple and honest lol I hope you’d always stay bright too a lotus flower? I’ll try talking to him. For a curry party! massage? I wanna give it a try, too got it! ^^ I hope you stay safe as well, zen. Until I see you ^^ 19:24 How to Cope with Risks I think he’s coming from somewhere really far away I think it’d take more time to make a landing spot umm…I think a car and helicopter are on complete different levels give me a tip on what to do when I feel uneasy! jumin, do you have any memory you want to run away from? you’ve been friends with v for so long…so I understand welcome yoosung yoosung are you in the middle of an escape? zen mind if I replace yoosung? have a good time, yoosung but zen was trying to look out for you ^^; hahahahahahaha wow…let’s try inviting if we’re actually having one you’re actually counting seconds? Savior VN: I’m thinking about v I’m worried about v 21:39  Coming This Way! what’s racing? so ray, are you going to see seven? treatment? Are you ill? what is rika going to do to v? mine? i…will make a choice on my own bye… 23:11 Before Charging In! how far did seven go? I’m sure that was ray…and yes, he’s that hacker there’s a signal interruption for you? the hacker hacked the messenger to talk to me oh…you’re professional what does blue mean? I’ll look forward to it I’m nervous too… you are already more than helpful. I wish luck for C&R’s intelligence unit oh, it’s alright! Please go ahead I’ll see you VN: no, nothing lasts forever choice? … v! are you alright? is this what you did to ray, too? v! it’s me! ----- rika please! Stop torturing v I understand your pain, but you must control your devil rika… Day 8 – 100% 00:44 Seven’s Status Report But no one’s here I feel so bad for v yoosung, v is sick I think v was forced to take a dangerous drug I don’t think she’s the same rika you used to know yoosung… rika was the one who put v in danger yes, seven saved v. good work, seven seven, are you going to investigate mint eye soon? you can talk to me, yoosung no more repetitions you can count on me perhaps v made secrets because he didn’t want us to see what rika became I don’t think she’ll come with us even if we all go there together good luck on that, yoosung VN: oh, thank god… seven, he’s starting to awake you should worry about yourself seven I know you’re confused but v is not well right now I’m fine. Please take care of yourself 01:59 Emergency in RFA he's  resting… but he’s sweating a lot… he seems to be in pain no there was a situation, so now we’re going to seven’s hideout I don’t think we can afford to invite him over here, but please tell him to contact me you’re so busy late through the night, zen what? No! I don’t think v has any intention of making rika have her punishment v is trying to solve this…but he’s too self-sacrificing she is the rika you know. I can guarantee I think you make an interesting team with yoosung you’re working so hard, jaehee it's ray I think we’d better tell seven I don’t want to see anymore of this heartbreaking war I think they need you jumin I’ll do my best in whatever I can good luck, jaehee could you distract our enemies with your beauty? seven we have a situation when will we get the messenger back? how long will this war last? ok. I hope I can see you again here, though I’m not sure when VN: v, I’m here v, your hands are shaking okay please don’t push yourself. Just rest, v I’ll hold your hand. No need to shiver 07:13 Suspicious Chat Room tell me about it… I thought the RFA messenger is closed now no, let me do that. You should rest ray! This is your work, isn’t it? ray…? what’s wrong with the messenger? so can we get back to our original messenger? I’m looking after v aggressive you? isn’t there a way all of us can get along? I don’t think this is the right time is that why you wanted a party to happen? So this was all.. for now, could you tell him to send an email? no, I like ice cream too ok… could you please ask rika to settle this peacefully? 09:27  Conciliation Towards Seven pardon? wow! It’s back it’s… back, right? seven…it’s dizzy umm…I think ray blocked it no, it’s fine. It almost worked did ray stop seven? rika please stop hurting us anymore rika, ive seen them too… I think you need treatment but seven rescued v seven, is it okay to keep talking to rika? who’s saeran? seven, I don’t know what you two are talking about. But don’t let yourself falter saeran must be important to you, seven don’t you want to make up with us? rika… are you alright? I think we can make up if we treat your trauma VN: this time I’ll protect v 11:00 How Did We End Up Like v what are you doing? You should be resting what are you trying to tell rika? what was your first encounter like? yes why is that? so you wanted to be a painter so it was rika who helped you wake up? so you wanted to prove yourself so denying love was the same as denying yourself I understand how rika would’ve felt it was a process of discovering who you really are. You got to know love better but you didn’t know that until now. Ignorance is no sin I understand how you feel v, but I wish you wouldn’t lose hope in love I will be with you in your path to the conclusion. I’ll hold you tight I think you can find an answer more mature than that why is that? that is not going to happen… I want to protect you 13:07 The Demon You Created v is looking back at himself… he must be in lots of pain I don’t think talking about your past will be of any use what did it feel like to you back then? perhaps he realized it’s selfish to blindly pour his feelings no matter how good it is I think v was just being honest with his feelings rika are you having difficulty accepting the truth? rika if you still love v please let him go. Just like v is trying to rika v wants to become different now. And I want to help him right now all v wants to do is protect me please stop trying to put us against each other, rika v doesn’t mask himself that is not going to happen rika you sound very far from normal trying to control us with fear won’t work now rika 15:21 I’m Worried of You ray what brings you here? it's not v’s fault. But I’m not sure if you’d understand you shouldn’t have drugged him. It’s wrong I hope your trauma can be cured. Mint eye will not provide treatment for your wound ray. I’m not going back now you asked me not to abandon you I think you must find your own happiness instead of relying on someone else I don’t think that’s the right way. All the things that are forced in that place are wrong I trust in v. and that won’t change no matter what you say you did too? What do you mean? I wish there were somebody who could sincerely care for your wounds my heart can’t be divided into a devil and angel. My heart is what it is why is that? I’m sorry but I don’t think that will happen leave the RFA alone and leave the party alone stop it ray. We’re not getting anywhere huh? seven! could it be what?? 17:32 It’s All My Fault where are you right now? it's alright. There’s really nothing we can do about this. Rika’s side….. that’s not true. I believe you can love no, you can do it v. you can be stronger. I’ll help you I understand you’re afraid. Think about all the things you’ve gone through seven are you looking for v? don’t you think you’re being over protective? what’s wrong? Is it bad for v? so when v suddenly cries it’s because of the drug? he seemed to know you well seven why did you think you might know him? is this person you’re thinking of the person you asked rika if he’s doing fine? seven you know we can’t trust rika now, right? cheer up! I’m wit you! I wish you’d get better soon I don’t think it’s bad to put down your burden and take refuge thanks for the info seven you didn’t lie to luciel, did you? I think there was nothing you could do about it. You were met with agony… yes, I’m sure your depression will soon go away. Have faith and wait a bit more how are you going to do that? instead of reunion, why not a new start? it's okay! Of course you’d be scared I’m sure you can find love again. From now on try to accept your fear as well I’m heading over 19:02 Failure rika are you painful to see v changing? I know how difficult your environment was, but you chose to make things like this please take a look around. There are people having a hard time because of you that’s not happiness. That’s nothing but pleasure don’t you think you’re taking away their ability to stand alone? he’s accepted loss of love. So of course he’d feel afraid he's not running away. He’ll learn to acknowledge his fear and love in reality perhaps v is afraid because no one ever held his hand by his side v has had more than enough violent /self-destructive love. That’s enough rika 20:21 Don’t Want to be no well, because of mint eye you mean why she founded mint eye? v is deeply related to the source of trouble rika caused you are very talented ray. I’m sure you could do something else ray I hope you’d use your talent for yourself I don’t think any single party is at fault you’ve done nothing wrong. I thought it was dangerous to be with rika…. ray, don’t you want to join RFA? ray isn’t there any way I can save you? v's effect was huge in the process rika founded mint eye you mean the elixir of salvation. Won’t ray grow dependant? ray is sick. Why do you force him to take the drug? ray… I feel bad for ray. Please don’t make nay more victims 22:00  Opposition and Debacle that’s why I came after you I think rika tried to achieve her goal by hook or by crook can we just get through with this? This is so frustrating you’re the one who feels pleasure from fear. V is nothing like you there you have it. Now stay away from v I can handle v’s love like the sun. I don’t think that’s strange v don’t let her words get you we don’t see someone like you every day rika. V stumbled upon a wrong person ok there goes acknowledgement. Happy now? he said not anymore if that is true love then why did you leave v? v are you trying to leave me? I think you’re better off without her you’re not trying to take v away are you? You can’t do that v i won’t be like rika let’s stop talking I really hope you’ll get over rika soon please don’t tell me that you’ll leave me I’m here for you. Let’s run away from rika then what are you waiting for? Hurry up 23:16 Pass the Baton ray what’s wrong? I’m looking for a way to destroy your friends you’re the one torturing us yes I’ll interfere. I’ll destroy it nice and neat you’re being punished because you hung out with bad people are you alright? huh? What is going on right now? is there something I can do for you? this is the username I saw back then seven hurry! You should track him down what do you mean maybe not? We need to stop that no matter what maybe this person is easier to deal with seven what am I supposed to do? are you..? what are you going to do now? you can’t take me. The RFA will protect me Day 9 – 100% 00:56 Seduction of the Moon I don’t want to think about that something disastrous will happen if you can’t control the darkness of course. V will be with me from now on whichever it is…I don’t care as long as v comes to me I am a little afraid, but it’s something I want I want to grow by agonizing and feeling those kinds of things idyllic… I understand what you mean mint eye may be right for me rika you should let the sun be 02:43 I Can Make You Have More you’re new aren’t you? sleeping? What do you mean? why did you wake up now? get rid of him!? you seem dangerous give me back ray I’m curious about you will we be together if we start from the beginning? …… 06:21 Stop It why did you come in here? I know, right? You don’t think you can do anything without me the harder it is the better outcomes it should come to it must have been tough for you too v. you can rely on me I think you’re the only one getting hurt because of rika are you planning to leave me? Don’t say such a thing don’t betray me why don’t you just say it straight that you like rika more than me? v if you go I’ll be disappointed v is there no way for you and me to be happy? aren’t you sick and tired of living your life for someone else? The two of us can be happy VN: v? what were you doing? once this passes, only happiness will await you. Happiness with me I’m so jealous of rika. You love her this much it's not your fault v. who would have thought rika was such an evil person? I don’t care if you hurt me. I want to be yours if it’s complicated, embrace the way it is. I’m here for you I’ll come with you. I don’t want to let you go alone 09:04 Third Person Perspective a hacker! There’s a hacker here! are you fiddling with seven’s phone? what’s wrong with the design of our app? it is a test lol let’s talk nonsense say something! Anything! in truth…I think you’re good looking why isn’t he answering them? he probably thinks of his life dearly now I have no idea where this part is heading he was always like that he codes with his toes? why? You like it? you’re very good at cleaning I thought you were avoiding us yes we will soon start our relationship is there something wrong with seven? how is that job from seven going? I think it’ll be a good idea to give up for the sake of your eyes what other jobs do you do other than keep watch on him? he wouldn’t be angry would he? 12:07 Rika’s Feelings he's trying to do everything he can to stop you rika that’s not completely wrong the idea that someone will save me is just fantasy rika you have a lot of people around you. Why do you feel lonely? you two are people with completely different ideas then take your hands off the RFA and v that’s even scarier rika how much do you know about RFA? rika that’s really dangerous. I can see why v is trying to stop you by himself are you saying you’re different? rika you’re also using others to prove yourself VN: you’re not even doing well. Stop being so stubborn v you’re so stubborn are you sure you’re okay with that v? so what is your real answer? enough with your obsession with rika! Treasure yourself some more you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for rika. You’re already priceless to me choose what you think is right 14:11 Reason Trying to Stop Her he just fell asleep. Rika and v’s relationship is complicated yes. Rika is now like a bomb who in the world would believe rika’s words? I think lying that she committed suicide was too much the reason rika could act so violently was because v’s love was too ideal I think he’ll eventually follow rika v seems to want to go to rika you weren’t interested, were you? you can see that seven? is there no way to change her mind back? alright… 16:39 You Change Me I’ll hate you for the rest of your life if you disappear. I’ll hate you more than rika we should be happy soon. Throw away your lingering feelings for rika she might stop if you leave rika dead on stop saying that…how about trying to forget rika? then there’s one more reason you shouldn’t go I’m different from rika. You don’t have to be scared what are you going to do after meeting her? if you go to rika, I won’t be able to see you again v in whatever shape it is, we will be happy soon as long as rika is taken care of so now I’m more influential to you than rika, right? 18:35 Seven’s Persuasion return jumin cat did you come to interfere us? seven, is ray baffled because we’ve won? he's right ray. You should rather go with seven why are you so afraid of losing? you have a brother? did you eat something wrong? seven you seem to be very interested in that hacker good luck till the end 20:12 Winner Seven!! can we not get rid of mint eye? wow!!! why aren’t the others coming in? would v want to go to the hospital? will ray not attack again? wouldn’t it be more transparent by receiving the law’s orders? I want to share this emotional moment with v can the RFA members come into the messenger now? what is it? then make them exit the room and add the RFA members if the members login, can the read the messages rika and the hacker wrote? this will be the last, won’t it? 21:49 I Missed You All the messenger’s security system has been recovered rika mistake? what do you want? we did but seven would have blocked it quit it if you’re trying to seduce them to join mint eye that’s a lie. What trip? for making v like that? you don’t even plan to do that are you planning to say hello to every member like this? rika your attitude is very double sided yes the three of us should get together. I’ll reveal what kind of person you are rika keep away from v and the RFA. It’s really sick and tiring it's now getting pitiful one last thing? VN: okay. Here, lean on me what is it? no, thank you for finding me in my life regardless, thank you for wading through such a trail of thorns I hope you’d get your chance soon are you sure you’ll be fine? then please excuse me 22:34 V Has Been Stabbed! I have nothing to say to you now, ray ………… wouldn’t rika and the hacker participate in our chats? can the others come in now? yes i’m innocent! zen, call the others! should I try pinching him? I’m okay. So is seven. V’s the only one hurt badly it’s a long story. You should go read it yourself did you read the messages rika left? it was between the two of them. Some of it might be true everything’s been done but he couldn’t kick out rika and the hacker do you want me to find proof or something? it's frustrating that you’re in denial when the situation says it all yoosung you’re trying to look after RFA in your own way don’t worry. V will be okay. He’s strong I’m relieved as well to see the members doing fine Day 10 – 91% 00:46 I Want to Talk to You seems like you couldn’t sleep I’m not sure I think it’s rika why don’t you think about how you’ll take revenge on mint eye I hope jumin thinks of a way to destroy mint eye then you must know how bad mint eye is yoosung, you think differently? v was stabbed and you’re talking nonsense no never! You shouldn’t trust her even the slightest bit still I think it’s ironic since I was able to join the RFA with her help rika keeps hurting everyone. Yoosung you should let go of her you should stop thinking of rika! You will try to stop won’t you? VN: seven it’s not your fault what do you plan to do to mint eye? 02:32 See You Soon jumin when are you going to take care of mint eye? this is all because of rika and mint eye yes that’s why I’m going to take revenge on mint eye rika couldn’t accept v’s change. Maybe that’s why she despised him? about this hospital you led us to. We can trust it? if something happens to v I won’t let them get away with this what are you planning to do with rika? She must be judged soon when are you coming? I’m so worried really? Are you sure? there’d be no problem as long as mint eye is destroyed see you! VN: Hello Jumin it must be difficult for you because of rika and mint eye must I go to the party? he did? that doesn’t sound like v you know v very well I’d say their relationship as lovers is now over 06:21 Triangle? he's having surgery. I’m waiting for him in the waiting room but we don’t have to worry about him yet, do we? yoosung you’re coming to the party, aren’t you? feels like it’s been so long since you two chatted together it's all because of v –whining on and on and on-- yes in truth, we were kind of in a love triangle we were getting along fine, but rika kept interfering. Rika seems to be meddling……. I feel like I’ve been pushed away because of Rika. It’s a bit sad wouldn’t she have gone to v’s house? this association has so many secrets it's dangerous to go there. There’s a bomb yoosung, rika is the villain. Snap out of it! but the party’s tomorrow if mint eye is take care of today…we can still have the party, right? this is unacceptable. They intend to interrupt until last moment? seven, you have to get back to work, don’t you? it wasn’t that bad at the hideout…but I prefer being next to v here I’d like to go too. I want to speak to rika yoosung do what you want to do. I don’t want to care about her anymore 08:38 Her Thoughts you’re not welcome here. Leave! of course. Judgment is the only thing left for you what are you hiding in there? no of course not. I’m not going to invite you, rika. Never, ever it feels like you keep trying to seduce yoosung don’t try to prey on jumin. He’s already having a hard time….. jaehee, can’t you make her leave? shouldn’t we send someone to the apartment? you make your words sound so smooth…as always don’t try to weave your way out! Whatever it was,ou were doing something illegal don’t try to smooth your way out of this! You criminal rika…you should stop now I think talking to her anymore will only hurt us more jaehee, let’s leave the room if you have nothing more to say to rika not anymore rika. You should try to grasp what’s going on rika it was you, wasn’t it?! VN: What are you going to do with mint eye? 11:51 Zen Worrying Over Yoosung zen how are you managing? why did you come into the messenger? did he disappear without a word? yoosung! Where are you? yoosung, why did you go out? you should head to zen’s place right now zen can’t you tie down yoosung to your place? everything’s going to be okay I the end, yoosung yes I think you need to take good care of yoosung look what kind of mess we’re having because of rika he went to university because of rika. I see why he wouldn’t want to go to school got it. Take good care of yoosung 14:05 Yoosung’s True Feelings yoosung, stop obsessing over rika there’s nothing you can gain by talking to her she doesn’t have the guts to face you. Since she’s sinned so much weren’t you going to tell her to come back? rika if you’re here to hurt yoosung, you should leave this is all your fault. What are you going to do about yoosung’s wounds? don’t trust a word she says don’t trust her. Never trust her rika your dual side is really sickening someone like her will eventually betray you again. It’s better not to expect anything I don’t think I can believe you even if rika changes, she has no right to stay in RFA rika’s right yoosung…rika has already left v was also hurt because rika acted however she wants rika won’t be able to come tomorrow. You should stop hoping for it that’s enough! if you keep acting like that in the messenger, I will call zen 16:12 Tattered I feel sorry for Rika you should tell rika what you think of her, zen you made me feel so much better. I never want to see her on the messenger again how’s it going with mint eye? I’m also about to blow up…gahhh do you know when rika and the hacker will be taken care of? seven! You are working, aren’t you? isn’t there another way to solve the problem? then let’s get on with it seven…it is because you don’t have the guts to win later? how long do you think we’ll have to wait until v wakes up? I’m angry that it’s v who gets hurt every time I hate mint eye for making v like this can you use it as an ID? they just won’t surrender to the end I agree! It’ll be a disaster if he meets rika try to cheer up with yoosung we’re going to win this, right? good luck, seven! 18:00 I Want You to be Happy why do you keep coming to this chatroom? you don’t even think about the scars you’ve given? it’s evident the RFA has grown out of your grasp, isn’t it? I’m sick of you justifying yourself it's time for the bad rika to disappear your past is not important. You’ve changed so much so you admit yourself you need to be isolated stop meddling with v anymore I don’t want to hear what you think of our relationship 19:49 Save Me you did a good job at the hospital today thank you for worrying about me. I’ll take care of myself how’s mint eye? rika did you hear? Mint eye is over why say that at this point? Rika you’re really strange you know there is no one out there who will understand you, rika now that’s enough rika you’re just being arrogant rika did you want to play messiah or something? that’s not an endless chain of happiness! It’s an endless chain of pain but you wounded v! you demon! how could you do that to v? rika, your words are nothing but a criminal’s excuses …bye rika what should we do with you? aren’t you ashamed of using ray even now? 21:53 My Defeat status please, o head of the unit are you still trying to catch the hacker alive? it looks like they’re willing to die, as this is their last battle then will all of this be taken care of within today? luciel the judicator seven, but you have been fighting off the hacker. Aren’t you tired? is ray reading the chat logs? so ray is really good as his game so it’s all going to end soon so you have been watching us ray, it’s all over now

#v route #bad ending #it's not a glitch #can you tell I like zen #being mean to ray is hard #mystic messenger #no seriously how do I use cuts?

[puppypaw-wc]

okay, new pinned post! i'm keeping the old one up (it can be found here) so people can still look at it if they want! (8/21/21 edit: i revamped this and didn’t bother saving the old version so yee. i don’t think i changed a lot though-)

anyways, hi, i'm puppy! i'm 14 and therefore am a minor, but with that aside, i currently identify as a polydemiromantic polyamorous asexual bigender (agender and rhythmheavengender) pronoun hoarder (my main pronouns are she/her, they/them and kit/kit, but you can see 'em all on my pronouny)! obviously that's all up to change since i'm young and have changed identities a good amount, but that's currently how i identify.

while i don’t have a diagnosis, i’m pretty sure i’m autistic and/or have adhd, and i hyperfixate a lot. currently my biggest hyperfixations are rhythm heaven and pokemon, but i have some others that occasionally pop up (warriors was a big one for a while, i still like it but you know how spins (special interests)/hyperfixations are,,, i also honestly got discouraged from the current discourse. i mostly like the characters and potential honestly, the books are trash-). i also have side-blogs for most of my interests and honestly i’m more active on those; my main two currently are @puppys-rhythm-heaven (for,,, well, rhythm heaven, if you couldn’t tell from the url (/lh)) and @veevee-volley (for pokemon).

so u h yeah, that's me. i have more stuff on my blog pages so make sure to check those out (currently they’re a wip and my dni and byf are under the cut)!

DNI (do not interact):

anti-lgbtq+ (includes homophobes, biphobes/anyone who’s anti-mspec, aphobes (including aspec inclusionists, fictosexuals and animesexuals are valid), transphobes/transmeds/truscum/terfs/radfems, and anything else i can’t think of);

honestly overall if you’re a bigot please fuck off. that includes racists (anti-blm/anti-acab), sexists and ableists. i don’t know why you’d be here if you’re an ableist other than to be mean but please fuck off.

think pronouns = gender. let people use the pronouns they like!

nsfw blogs. you’re probably cool but i’m a minor and ace so i’d rather not see that-

pedophiles/(no)maps/pears/whatever they’re calling themselves. kindly fuck off

anti-kin

i probably missed something that’s standard dni criteria, honestly just ask before following if you think you might not be able to interact

BYF (before you follow):

i’m a minor so please don’t send me gross stuff,,, honestly don’t do that in general but especially not to minors-

i keysmash a lot. it is a good way to express ~emotions~

i use tone indicators and while i can generally somewhat tell peoples’ tone, they’re still helpful;

i mainly use /j (joking), /hj (half-joking), /lh (light-hearted) and /s (sarcasm)!

i’m bad at interacting with people so if you reply to/reblog one of my posts with something i could definitely reply to and i don’t reply, don’t take offense, i definitely saw it, my brain just doesn’t cooperate sometimes (this is mainly the case for my sideblogs, i get embarrassed over my interests sometimes and i don’t know why-)

i ramble in the tags. most of the time i get off-topic. this also mostly happens when rhythm heaven is involved, i really fucking love rhythm heaven-

#puppy rambles #pinned post #8/21/21 edit: i revamped this so that's cool #i'm planning on making this blog more organized so like. yeah #i'll probably end up making a sideblog list. that'll be *looks at my god knows how many sideblogs* very fun (/s) #i've used tumblr for god knows how long now so i really don't think it's that surprising that i have like fifty sideblogs- #most people probably just have a handful meanwhile i don't even know how many i have-

[littlegrrl7]

WIP Ikemen Sengoku - Nobunaga/OC

For my November adventure I wrote (am still writing) a smutty tale of Nobunaga and Portuguese Captain Chiara Alvarez, partially inspired by his romantic route where he leaves Japan and travels with the MC. It’s currently sitting at 125k unfinished words and will likely start posting by the end of December. Below is a quick smutty snippet.

“A Devil’s Heaven” (wip)

“I leave you alone for a moment, and you are at target practice and gambling?” Nobunaga teased, his lips going to Chiara’s neck, “such vices you have.”

“What else is there to do at sea?” She winked, and his grip on her tightened. His hands slid down from her shoulders, thumbs lightly tracing the curve of her breasts before his fingers cradled against her ribs. Chiara bit her pillowy lower lip, her body arching toward his almost pleadingly.

“I guess now I know what you did before I arrived to alleviate your boredom.” He kissed the roundness of her cheek, pulling Chiara closer to his body. She could feel the length of him, hard against the plushness of her hip. She couldn’t resist rubbing against him, feeling the press of his cock through their clothing and knowing just how much Nobunaga desired her. His breathing became uneven, ragged against her skin, and this only encouraged Chiara more.

“Is there something you are in need of, Lord Oda?” she gazed boldly into his eyes, waiting for his request, or even better, his demand.

“You. Every blessed moment anymore, I need you.” His kiss stole her breath. A hard, needy thing not bothering with finesse or tenderness, and Chiara drowned in the waves of his raw passion. Her hands fisted in the front of his kimono, then pushed it aside to caress the smooth planes of his chest.

“Chiara,” Nobunaga’s voice rumbled in his throat, strained with passion. One hand tangled into her hair, the other settled to her lower back, holding her roughly to him. She could feel the smooth, cool butt of his pistol pressing against her bottom. It was strangely erotic, being pressed between him and it.

“You should holster that thing.” She shot him a devilish grin as they both came up for air.

Nobunaga parted her thighs with his knee, grinding against her with a seductively deep laugh. “Here?”

Chiara chuckled at his double meaning. She glanced to either side, anyone could come up the path, but there was a small storage shed off to the left. She nodded to it:

“There.”

He holstered his pistol, lifting her up with a gruff, “Legs around me, Chiara,” then there was no more room for words. They were a tangle of limbs in the shade of the small building before she could take another breath. 

He set her down long enough to strip off her pants and then lifted her again, his mouth bruisingly hard on hers, the rough wood of the wall digging at her back through her thin shirt. She felt the thickness of him bunt against her, and he moaned at how soaked she was. Just a moment of his hands against her, a few glances and Christ’s blood how she wanted him inside her. She let out a tiny, pleading cry, her hips rocking against him, begging for him to stretch her wide, to fill her. Nobunaga thrust, burrowing deep into her flesh. Chiara whimpered at the intrusion, writhed at being stretched so quickly, and he kissed her harder, tongue plunging deep into her mouth in time with his cock, greedily swallowing down every sound she uttered. 

Nobunaga fisted her golden hair, yanking her head back as he took her. Teeth closed on Chiara’s throat marking her, and she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs clenching tight around his muscled hips. The wet slap of skin and the sharp sensation of his teeth on her flesh were sending her into a dizzy euphoria. He hooked her thighs up over his biceps, pounding deeper. Tools in the shed rattled, coming off the walls; she didn’t care. Her body twisted tighter, and Chiara opened her eyes to his burning gaze. He looked like a dark djinn of middle eastern fairy tales, with their fiery eyes and endless ability to torment a soul. She could get lost in his carnelian gaze for centuries. Nobunaga slowed his pace, stilling himself within her, and pulled back a moment, his expression softening.

“Not yet,” he whispered, watching Chiara fall apart with each slow slide into her, “not yet, my radiant sun.”

When his lips covered hers again, the kiss was both urgent and slow, movement conveying feelings he had yet to fully express in words. He strained to hold back, to tease and delight her, leaving Chiara panting and breathless in the small dark shed.

His lips hovered just over hers, sharing breath as he slowly retook her, so deep Chiara thought she would shatter. And he watched every part of her trembling.

“Open your top,” the growled command made her clench tight around him. Chiara’s hands moved to the lacing, letting it fall to either side. He licked the trickle of sweat from between her breasts, then his tongue circled one dusky nipple, teasing her relentlessly. Chiara moaned, tossing her head back against the wall, her mussed hair coming undone around them. He sucked gently, timing it with the slow thrust of his hips, making her entire body ache with desire.

“Take me, please,” those blue eyes begged him, “I am so close.”

A low hum was his only response as he moved to her other breast. Teeth closed down over the tender skin, and she gasped, her body drawing so tight with pleasure that he couldn’t move within her. Nobunaga chuckled and lapped at the abused flesh.

“You adore the marks I leave on you,” he rumbled, his mouth nuzzled to the side of her breast, leaving a trail of sharp nips followed by soothing kisses.

“Yes,” Chiara writhed on him, her hips bucking, and he pinned her tighter to the wall.

“Do you look at them the next day and remember how I ravished you? How my mouth felt on your flesh? How my cock filled your body, making you mine?” he asked, breath whispering against the soft skin below her ear. Chiara's face flushed hotly as she nodded. His lips curled sensually against her neck.

“I can not hear you, my radiant sun,” he withdrew all but the tip, thrusting so lightly she keened with wanting.

“Yes.”

His mouth returned to her nipple, tongue lathing over it, lips tugging gently then harder as his hips moved faster against her.

“Tell me how much you desire me. Let me hear it from your sweet lips.”

A strangled sound tore from Chiara. She gripped his hair, pulling him to her for another lustful slide of his tongue against hers. Her body pressed to his, large wet breasts slipping over his bare chest.

With a low growl, his thrusting became impossibly harder, drilling her into the rough wall of the shed. Nobunaga’s pounding rhythm fell erratic as Chiara screamed through her climax, his teeth sunk deep into her shoulder. With a roar, he filled her, then lay panting against her body, still pinning her wide to the rough wood.

She brushed his sweat-damp hair back from his face, her body aching, thighs shaking in his arms. Nobunaga pulsed inside her, Chiara's heartbeat answered. Their gazes met, each needing what the other offered. Gently he let her down, his arms coming around her, and they slumped to the packed earthen floor together.

Chiara limply rested her head against his shoulder, lips just brushing the salty flesh of his neck.

“I love the way you sound when you come, that feral roar rocks my soul every time,” she whispered her confession against his skin, not able to look him in the eye.

His lids slid closed as a shudder ran through his body. Chiara felt it and held him just a little tighter.

#oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku #ikemen nobunaga #wip #smut

[calloftheancestors]

(Lengthy but well worth the read. I agree wholeheartedly with the Heathen Ranter on this one. If you haven’t even bothered to read the Asatru Edda and just make assumptions according to someone else’s opinion, you are missing out on the opportunity to expand your mind. Heathenism is an ever evolving spiritual tradition. It is ironic that many voice dismay at this edition of the Edda, yet have no problem taking Heathenism and mixing its traditions and rituals with other pagan traditions (Wicca comes to mind). It smacks of hypocrisy. It takes a level of sophistication and spiritual maturity to open one’s mind to exploring all ways of thinking, especially those that have something of value to offer. Frankly, if you have not read the Asatru Edda, what say you? Sidenote: Please read entire post, before making informed responses. I am new to the Tumblr Heathen community, but not to Heathenism. I am in no way part of the Norroena Society. The Asatru Edda just happened to be on my long list of must reads. I am dismayed by the frivolous dismissal of such a work of scholarship. Unfortunately the only ones actually in serious discourse and dialog on the subject of Heathenism around here are the Neo-Nazis:( But there sure are nice pictures repeating themselves over and over again on my dash. Perhaps I am expecting too much.)

Review : The Asatru Edda Norroena Society,

The Asatru Edda : Sacred Lore of the North

, iUniverse, Bloomington, IN, 2009.

“This is a work of tremendous care, and labour of love. Its meticulous compilation of source-texts into a coherent epic form has been accomplished, for the most part, with grace and with dignity. There is a rhythm and a pulse to the work that slows down the mind and lends a meditative quality to the verses and rich language quoted and flowed in to the well-laid pathways and grooves. These pathways are evidently the result of many great summonings of rede.

There are positively beautiful moments, and interpretations. Take the stunning yet instantly evident interpretation that the Llosalfar are in fact that tribe of elves in Dagr's line who prepare and accompany the daily pageant of Sol across the skies. "At each horizon of Jormungrund there are horse-doors, which the Ljosalfar ride through on their journey to and from the sky. Near the eastern horse-door lies Dellingr's hall, in Alfheimr, where he gives aid to Natt and her kinsmen. Near the western horse-door is Billingr's domain, who does the same. Dellingr is the jarl of the Ljosalfar and lord of the dawn. Billingr rules over twilight." (p. 18) This explains Snorri's positioning of the Ljosalfar in the various heavens as Sol parades across the skies.

There are little gems like these sprinkled throughout the book, making it a treasure trove. It's important to emphasize that these interpretations are not the result of random "Unsubstantiated Personal Gnosis", as it is sometimes called in the heathen community, in which individuals, often without much grounding in the lore at all, and without making the effort to piece together what remains in fragmentary form, simply pull out of their hat the first thing that sounds good to them, and assert it as some kind of truth. The UPGs, as they are often abbreviated, ought not only be called "unsubstantiated", but more importantly, undigested. Intuition was very important to our ancestors, and developing personal feelings and theories about the lore was certainly seen as valuable. When the gap between one's personal feelings, and the larger community was bridged, however, one was expected to present fully digested information that related to the experiences of others in a way that enhanced them.

Here we may receive edification at the toolshed of some Havamalverses. Havamal 26 : Ósnotr maðr þykkisk allt vita, ef hann á sér í vá veru; hittki hann veit, hvat hann skal við kveða, ef hans freista firar, "The unsophisticated man thinks he knows everything, if he stays to himself in a corner [or, in his cabin ; vá can mean both] ; he knows not that which he shall answer, if he is tested by the folk." Freista, "tested", here means "examined", "scrutinized", and even (although not a technical legal term) "cross-examined". It means being subjected to critical thinking from multiple points of view. Anyone can think themselves smart when they stay at home. But do their thoughts stand up to scrutiny when they are in the company of the sophisticated?Havamal 30 : margr þá fróðr þykkisk, ef hann freginn er-at, "many seem wise, if they are not asked questions." It's the answering of questions over time that deepens our insights. Havamal 5 : at augabragði verðr sá er ekki kann ok með snotrum sitr, "he who has nothing to teach becomes a twinkle of the eyes when he sits amongst the sophisticated." Ekki kann may also be translated as "knows nothing", or "does not search or explore". The latter suggests that a person has taken the time to search something out and really investigate it. That, after all, is the basis for teaching something. Someone who has nothing substantial to offer, or whose speech remains puerile, undeveloped, undigested, and unsophisticated, is going to be taken as insignificant, because truly what they have to offer is simply a flash in the dark or a twinkle of the eyes. It has developed no depth, no root, and thus is taken as the passing fancy of a child, rather than something which ought to be taken seriously. The Norroena Society, under the tutelage of Mark Puryear, has something substantial and sophisticated to teach, and it is the result of careful investigations.

What differentiates lore from unsubstantiated, undigested personal gnosis, as these Havamal strophes illustrate, is gnoses that have passed from hand to hand over time, and become refined. They are like gems that have become polished in the tumblers of time. Lore is the result of the folk. It may be brought together by those with special skill and poetic talent, but it is not "made up" by untested, unreflective flashes of momentary insight. Many times the brilliance of a moment becomes a flash in the pan. What perseveres?

Puryear's structure is based upon a careful and lengthy study of Viktor Rydberg, one of Sweden's most talented poets, and a gifted folk-scholar who devoted over ten years of in-depth study scrutinizing every surviving remnant of lore. Beginning with no preconceived notions, over time, Rydberg began to sort certain patterns that began to emerge in his studies. He noticed a rough story arc in the Poetic Edda that was greatly enhanced when it was filled in with a careful study of the mythological elements to be found in Saxo's Gesta Danorum. It is commonly, and quite erroneously assumed that Rydberg simply equated separate divine persona according to his personal whimsy. On the contrary, his analysis was quite akin to the practice of modern scholars who study types in folk stories, and gather together variations. Rydberg's in-depth studies brought together variants of the same story that commented upon each other in mutual ways, and when enough elements converged to constitute structural and functional identity, then, and only then, did he recognize the different names in the variants as polynyms for the same figure. Polynymity is a recognized feature of mythic traditions that stem in part from poets' love of devising new praise-titles for their beloved deities and heroes, and in part from name-divergence in communities as they differentiate geographically over time.

Like an immense jigsaw puzzle, Rydberg began collecting together the pieces and variants that obviously fit together, until he had discerned a basic structure that tied the various story-arcs together. Because of the fragmentary nature of some of the sources, and the corruption inherent in some of the texts due to distortion under Christian recording, there were gaps in the assembled jigsaw puzzle. But even with gaps, so long as they are not too large, one may get the entire picture of a jigsaw puzzle, and sometimes, it is even easy to fill in the blanks based on inference, and connecting the dots from known Point A to known Point C. Rydberg was always very deliberate in annotating his inferences and speculations regarding hypothetical Points B, and differentiated them from that which had solid grounding in the sources.

In the process, Rydberg came to some conclusions that startled him, yet which became confirmed again and again upon further investigation. Some of these conclusions have continued to startle or baffle modern heathens who haven't taken the time to really investigate Rydberg. Rydberg took over ten years to do his investigations, and they do represent really solid research based on meticulous examination and synthesis of the original sources in the lore, but I'd estimate that in order to fully examine and confirm their validity, an open-minded but reasonably skeptical mind would have to take several years to closely study his investigations and confirm his sources, which is precisely what Carla O'Harris and myself have been doing, along with the folk-scholar and translator William Reaves, for many years now. I can report that although Rydberg is not correct 100% of the time (who is?), his hit-rate definitely ranks in the 90th percentile, which is pretty damn impressive.

Puryear has taken the time to both understand this epic structure Rydberg uncovered, and to meditate upon it, and then he has allowed the ancestral voices themselves to tell the saga, through often seamless compilation and dexterous, light-handed editing of the ancient sources, to create a whole that is impressive, and functions as a veritable tome. My only suggestion in this regard is that it ought be available in a regular sized format --- Bible-sized would be excellent, actually --- and in hardcover, leather-bound, rather than its paperback 8 by 11 format, because a work of this sort truly merits a form that is as lasting as its content. Even if that substantially increased the cost of the book, given its value, it would still be worth the extra cost.

Some minor critiques : Puryear occasionally flows in elements from the Oera Linda Book, a book he feels contains some genuine elements of lore amongst its obvious corruptions and modernisms. I am not so convinced. Oera Linda seems far more convincingly a nationalist forgery of the 19th century than it does any genuine compilation of lore, and the consensus of scholars agree on that. (Such consensus, in and of itself, says little, because knowledge is hardly a democracy, but it matches my intuition when I read this book.) It is not impossible that in this work of fiction, seemingly composed by one man, there might have been integrated some folk-elements, but that is far from conclusive. Nevertheless, whether fiction or no, there are some beautiful passages that Puryear quotes to benefit, and certainly no harm, as for the most part they in no way impede, and occasionally enhance, the more well-founded surrouding structure. Indeed some have a charm of their own. My only complaint here is their flimsy (in my honest opinion) grounding in anything approaching genuine lore. But Puryear is quite conscientious about footnoting precisely which elements come from Oera Linda (as indeed he sources all of the material), thus allowing the reader to decide which elements of charm and meditation to take as authentic. They do not make up a substantial part of the book, which sticks to the more commonly acknowledged sources of genuine lore.

Nevertheless, this is not contradictory to Puryear's stated aim. I quote from the enjoyable, rede-filled introduction : "The purpose of such a massive undertaking, which is the culmination of over ten years of work, and thirty years of combined research between several scholars, is not to develop a strict authority on what Asatru lore should and should not be. Although it was put together to be a sacred text, rather than just another "mythology" book, the sanctity of the work is in re-establishing holy storytelling traditions in the form of the Teutonic epic. Like a great puzzle, the fragments of lore have been pieced together, cleansed of Christian elements, and presented as a source for Asatruar to enjoy as part of our legacy. Before the age of Bibles and Korans, tales of the worlds' religions were shared over hearths or near children's beds. The lore was not a concrete rule of divine law that had to be maintained, word for word, at all costs. Rather, it was a vibrant, fluid development that constantly changed and evolved, while keeping in life with what had come before. Although the stories themselves are sacred, what's more important are the lessons one walks away with, the true inspirations of the Gods and Goddesses. The inspiration is the holy experience in reading or hearing the lore, and remains so to this day." (p. xiv)

Indeed, so long as the skeletal structure and sinews which are founded in studious linkage and investigation of the original sources are adhered to, there is no reason why minor flourishes cannot be taken from artful, modern sources that stay true to the internal spirit of the lore. Puryear here selects from Oera Linda ; there are passages from Tolkien, for example, especially in The Silmarillion, that are so true to the Northern spirit, and so stunningly beautiful and lyrical, that they might well be flowed in to passages where they fit. As Puryear points out, the lore did not have "to be maintained, word for word, at all costs". Whatever the retelling, what matters is the way it keeps the integrity of the tradition alive through the generations. And it is certain that once a substantial segment of heathenry has assimilated the structural integrity of this work, lore will be regenerated from the heart and the living, poetic imagination (odr) into a new renaissance of lore that will be as old and as new as that which springs from the Well of Wyrd itself.

Another minor critique is his inclusion, although to his credit, he brackets it off as a separate appendix, of a text called here The Hugrunar, but originally entitled The Meditative Paradigms of Seidr, a bizarre, modern prose-poem written in chunky and clunky pseudo-archaic, hardly grammatical speech. I will not say that there are not some interesting insights in the piece, although the strange grammar often makes me feel that I am following the insights of Yoda. What makes it particularly odd is its fusion (one might say "con-fusion") of separate genres and diction into one piece, at times having the voice of some cryptic, Havamal-mimicking speech, while at other times, taking on a fairly self-conscious (and to my ears, even awkward-sounding) modern voice of meditation. I am not entirely familiar with the provenance of this piece, but there are some stains in here that definitely enshrine racist thought, in ways that are both disturbing and eccentric. To wit : "Once we were all of flax and heather ; that was in grandmother's days. Then came from the east in father's time, making the half-dark. Now dark with flax and either with half-dark till neither wood duck nor goose remain." First of all, what the hell does that mean? Secondly, this contrast of hues opposed between the native and the foreign most certainly smacks of racism, and if there were any doubts, a few more quotes ought to dispel them : "Dark was the storm in the east. Dark were the riders ... Where now they trade and farm, are heads like hares, short, swart like elves -- beware. Look only to the light of us, the fair browed, whose brows do not meet ... Though some be comely too, the dark with dark belong as geese by feathers nest else all is confused." Right. Certainly one may always find mead amidst dregs and drivel, as Odin had to go down into the mountain amongst the monsters to retrieve, and Puryear does admit that "The origins of this writing as an authentic, ancient tradition are questionable at best", but if it is going to be "offered" as "a brilliant modern addition" to the lore, perhaps its most obnoxious elements might be bracketed or edited, because while remaining embarassing, if they weren't so laughable they would be downright shameful. My advice would be to eliminate this from the next edition of the book and make it available in its own book, perhaps as a critical edition with commentary, and leave it out of what remains genuine lore, even as an appendix. Such a worthy tome is undeserving of such unnecessary stains, and after the corruptions of lore bred by nationalist romanticism, especially in its more virulent racialist strains, it behooves every heathen to be on extra guard against any smuggling of a racism that never belonged to our ancestors into the lore. On this point, of respect and curiosity for the traditions of others, Puryear is quite clear and illuminating. From his introduction : "Our people were great explorers and adventurers who tread upon almost every land on earth. Their admiration and desire to learn of other cultures was a staple of their way of life, exemplified by certain rites of passage where youths would set off to see the world. Long before such tolerance and acceptance of others became a trend of modern society, Northern sailors traveled from one end of the globe to the other, without leaving any trace of imposition or disrespect towards those they encountered. Archaeological evidence shows them to have been peaceful traders among the nations they fared, though their fierce defense of their homelands was legendary." (p. xiii) Given that, let's keep a worthy, well-made tome of lore in keeping with that spirit, and not allow in modern prejudices that are quite unworthy of our Gods.

One of the beauties of the book is the way Puryear flows in elements from other Indo-European traditions, such as Avesta and Rig-Veda, when their forms are cognate and amplify our tradition in ways that do not amount to invention, but reinforcement and supplementation. This is selectively and sparsely done, only when necessary, but adds to the gravitas of the work, and is an important stimulus to that great project of reaching out to our Iranian and Hindic brothers-and-sisters-in-faith, with whom we share a common mother heritage. Puryear also tastefully sprinkles in insights from marchen and popular traditions where relevant, and not in a haphazard or structural way, but as icing on an already scrumptuously-baked cake.

Asatru Edda includes fifty pages of annotation, for those who wish to check the sources, and a very nicely-put together glossary of over seventy pages that illuminates the meaning of various Icelandic names, a necessity in getting at the meaning of various passages in the lore. This alone is a noteworthy addition to modern heathenry.

"...[T]he idea is to take the reader on a journey into the hearts of our forefathers to find greater wisdom and understanding in the lore and poetry they passed down to their descendants. We study diligently the heritage of our past and take what we will from it, learning the inspirations of the divine." (p. xv) Asatru Edda has succeeded, in my opinion, in these goals, and will become a tool of meditation, picked up again and again for further study and insight, by every heathen who takes the time to make it his or her own.”

#Heathenism #asatru #asatrur #norse lore #norse mythology #the asatru community #the asatru edda #find out for yourself #make your own judgments according to experience

[oldmemz2017]

dancing (michael m. x reader)

anon requesting probably 16296492 years ago. I’m really sorry about this anon, I didn’t post it (but I didn’t forget it!) and I’m kinda embarrassed, I’ve had bad writers block and this is kinda clique and stuff. I also haven’t been confident in my writing lately, it’s all been kinda sucky. So yeah, I apologise! Thank you for requesting, though!! Luv u!!!!

~

“Michael!” You shouted, racing down the hallway to the dark red lockers, where Michael was standing at his, silently in depth with the music playing through his overly large headphones. “I need you for something.” You huffed, slightly out of breath. “What do you need?” He asked awkwardly, shutting off his music and placing his headphones on his shoulders. “Okay, so I know we’ve been friends for like, ever and you promise not to make anything weird.” You continued, looking down at your backpack straps. He put a comforting arm on your shoulder, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt. “Michael!!” Jeremy screeched, running over. “(Y/N)!!” He smiled as he looked at you both. You grinned. “What were you gonna ask me?” Michael asked you quietly. “Oh, uh it’s not important…nevermind.” You chuckled, walking away, letting Jeremy and Michael be weirdos together. You giggled at the thought.

_

You groaned, looking at your clock. 1:56 AM. Jesus Christ. You kicked your legs out a bit, smiling to yourself when you realised that yesterday was Friday. You grabbed your phone and texted the Michael.

You began typing.

To: Michael ‘so yeah,, the thing. My family is having a really fancy dinner in a few days and they expect me to have a date. All I need is for you to fake my bf for like, one night.’

From: Michael 'lol ok wifey’

To: Michael 'DUDE STOP!!! JUST BE AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW FOR LUNCH OR SOMETHING’

From: Michael 'lmao ok’

To: Michael

'jfc goodnight, Michael.’

… …

“Tomorrow’s the big day.” You bit down on your lip. “do we have to dance and stuff?” He asked nervously, sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you put on your shoes. “Probably..” you answered.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He confessed, crawling over to you. You smiled really wide and hugged him, wrapping your legs around his waist since you both were sitting on the floor. he didn’t dare kiss you, as much as he wanted to. Hell, he’d had a crush on you since 8th grade but never told anyone. “Michael Mell, doesn’t know how to dance?” You mocked shock in your voice. “A disgrace. He will learn immediately.” You nodded to yourself.

You stood up. “get up, Mell.” You lifted his arms the best he could and he went to his feet, standing to full height. “You’re really tall.” You murmured, giggling because you had to look up to see his face. “well-” he began, his face turning red.

“Put this hand,, on my waist.” You gently took his hand in yours, letting it fall to the top of your hip bone. At this point he was blushing like a LOT WOAH

“And another on the other side of my waist.” You chuckled softly. He was completely numb and in heaven at even this contact.

You placed your hands around his neck and leaned against him, closing your eyes and taking in his scent of artificial cherry and smoke.

“now sway.” You mused, softly. “sway?” He nervously shifted from foot to foot, getting a rhythm. you nodded against his thumping heart before you quietly began singing. It was soft, almost silent, but gentle and sweet. To Michael, it was his world. He looked down at your face, eyes closed, a golden light shining onto your face from the window behind him, your hair softly framing your face as if it had been painted to be there, yet no painter could create such a masterpiece.

He loved you.

He kissed you.

You jolted up, before relaxing into the kiss, unconsciously running a hand through his hair. He pulled away. “What was that for?” You asked, yet the words were small and silky. “I just…I had to.” You looked down.

“I get it if you don’t ever want to do it again or um-” he desperately wanted some weed now to get him distracted from the situation. “No, Michael. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” your eyes twinkled with the light of a thousand stars and your smile was as bright as the blazing sun as you both sat down on your bed. You kissed his cheek, before laying down. “You’re really cute, you know that?” You said. “No WAY. You’re cuter.” He lauded down nervously next to you. You closed your eyes and you and Michael fell asleep almost immediately. … … Hot lights. Crowded dance floor. You both made it to the dinner with your family, and they loved Michael. You both had finally been excused to spend some time alone together, and you both had just been dancing (awkwardly). “so uh,, (y/n)? I kind of have to ask you something?” His voice cracked a little, before looking at your with puppy dog eyes, his glimmering hair tousled from the busy dance. “what’s up?” You replied, scrolling through instagram, not bothering to look up at him.

“Well, uh..” you finally looked at him and saw he was blushing rEaLlY hArd.

“ok so…you’re really sweet, and nice, and beautiful. I uh,, you probably are going to say no or something but…” “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, looking down from embarrassment, and you took his hands in yours and smiled.

“Yes! Yes! Of course!!” You laughed, before kissing him. It was simple, but you both melted into the kiss and we’re complete MESSES afterwards. you didn’t stop smiling the entire night.

~

“so I uh, I saw you and Mic-Michael together. It looked like he asked you something really important.” Your mother said nonchalantly. She leaned in closer. “are you both engaged?” She whispered. “No…no nothing like that.” You promised. “It’s a,, it’s a long story.”

#guys pls I need feedback lol #michael mell x reader #be more chill x reader #bmc x reader #bmc michael mell #michael x reader #michael mell imagine

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

I Hate You - Chanyeol (Smut)

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There you are again. Playing the bass behind EXO. Originally you weren't even supposed to be here. When you auditioned, you messed up big time, but luckily they saw your potential and knew about your YouTube videos in which you played the hardest bass parts you could find. You had even posted an hour long video of you trying to master Come Together from The Beatles. Within that hour, you managed to learn it without making any mistakes at the end. Back to the concert. Chanyeol's guitar solo comes on, which means he'll just play on some levitated platform while the band plays the same part over and over again. As much as you appreciate how good he is, you really hate this part. You like a challenge, but this part isn't challenging nor hard to learn. They could literally get anyone over here, tell them to play each of these four strings twice in a row on these seven frets in a row and they'd be good. Today something is different though. The platform won't go up and Chanyeol's guitar won't work. They told you to keep playing when this happened, but the fans are getting a bit tired of the same thing all over again. You can see it. You stick your hand up to tell the rest of the band that you are going to play a bit. Bass solo's aren't very common because they sound really bad when you mess them up, but we've been over this part so many times without Chanyeol to practice that I already have a solo planned out. A solo that we, the band, made all together because we thought it was funny. 'Wow, who is playing the bass?' we suddenly hear through the speakers. It's obvious that it's Baekhyun. 'Don't we have a new bassist?' Chen replies. 'Ye, they said we had a girl in the band now,' Suho says to answer both their questions. You keep playing without making mistakes or letting something sound bad. 'Is Chanyeol ready to take it over?' Baekhyun asks and looks over to the band where Chanyeol is standing. Baekhyun bursts out in laughter. 'What?' Chen asks and when he sees it he starts laughing too. 'For everyone who can't see this,' D.O says, 'Chanyeol is staring at our bassist while she is focussing on her guitar.' 'Mian haeyo!' Chanyeol says and runs off stage quickly to get his guitar fixed. Soon you hear your bass being taken over by the guitar and you roll right back into the usual rhythm. 

With your bass connected to a tiny speaker, you play a bit in the band lounge as you sit on the small couch. The other members of the band are chilling, drinking a beer, talking, doing nothing while you just play along with the music that is playing. As much as you'd like to leave because you're so damn tired, you can't. You aren't allowed to. First someone has to come in here and tell you what you did right and wrong and you've got a feeling that you're going to get fired. One of the band members, the drummer, sits down next to you on the couch. 'You did great today y/n,' he says with a smile. A slight snort leaves your mouth. 'Tell that to mister manager,' you reply sarcastically, 'but thanks for the compliment.'  The other band members are also a bit down. The atmosphere is usually very laid back and playful, but now it's quite dark and serious. You all know what's going to come, but none of you want to speak the words. You all know that that bass solo was necessary. Otherwise people would've gotten bored. Even though they're all fans, it has happened before and a bored crowd is a displeased crowd. That's something you don't want. 'Let's just hope for the best,' one of the guitarists says. He could've played and it would've been fine because he has been around longer. So unfair. Thing is that if they let you go now, you'll be able to play anywhere. You are one of the best, but you are yet to show your skills to the world. Suddenly mister manager bursts through the door. 'Good, I think you all know what is about to come,' he says, 'but that isn't what is going to happen. We were indeed planning on firing you, y/n, you shouldn't have pulled that stunt, but Chanyeol wants to work with you so I want you in Wednesday morning so that you two can get to know each other. For the rest of you, good job.' The band reacts very enthusiastic. The group we have now works so well together, so pulling it apart would've created a weird atmosphere. This is perfect. I think.

'Dammit Chanyeol,' you say annoyed. This has been the so maniest time he decided to change the bassline. You wouldn't care if it fit the track, but it doesn't. It stands out in a bad way. It sounds like someone just slapped a bassline on the track because it needed bass, but they couldn't be bothered to do it well. 'Why are you whining so much? Thanks to me, you've still got your job,' he snaps back. Okay, you must admit it, this time you got a bit more than annoyed. You might have refused to play the bassline because you thought it was garbage. 'Because you wanted to compose a song with me, but you're doing everything. Do you think I am incapable of making something nice?' you say with your voice a bit raised. 'Yes, I do, because all you've added is one damn bassline,' he replies. 'Do you even read my emails? I've attached several basslines and you've used none of them. You didn't even discuss them with me,' you say to him as you put your bass in it's case, 'this won't work because you obviously hate me and I hate you too. Maybe I'll see you again. Maybe I don't. We'll see if I get fired.' 'I don't hate you,' he says as he jumps up from his chair with big eyes. You can see that he didn't expect things to go so far. 'But I hate you,' you say and you were going to leave if it weren't for Chanyeol running at you and closing the door before you could leave. 'What the heck Chanyeol!' 'I did listen to the files you send,' he says as he hovers over you, 'but I never finished listening to them because you looked too damn attractive.' His eyes have suddenly turned a shade darker. You've never seen this side of Chanyeol. You don't think anyone ever has. 'Why couldn't you just send audio files?' 'Because I am underpaid and don't have enough money for proper recording equipment,' you reply, but your eyes are fixed on his lips. Is it just you or do they look very kissable today? See, here's the thing, you've always liked Chanyeol. You got frustrated and angry because you didn't know how to act, but you don't like this at all. You like being in charge and now you aren't. 'What's wrong love? Do I make you feel uncomfortable?' he asks, knowing damn well how he makes you feel. He can easily read it from your eyes. You lie your hand in the middle of his chest and push him into his chair. Carefully, you put your basscase down before straddling him. Your hands are in his neck, playing with the little hairs on the back of it. His head tilts slightly backwards when you thug at the hairs slightly, but he keeps quiet. His hands make their way to your hips and pull you closer to him. 'Why so eager love? Do I make you feel good?' you ask, mimicking his voice from before. Your lips get closer to his, but you decide to tease some more. Your lips attach to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, but making sure not to leave any marks that could cause questions. And there is your reward for teasing. His hands grab your hips rougher and he lets out a soft groan You can hear that he was trying to repress it. A smirk forms on your lips. 'Could you just kiss me dammit?' he whines. 'Now why would I do what you want? Didn't I say I hate you?' you say playfully as your heads thug a bit rougher at his hair, hearing you another groan. 'Fine,' he says and suddenly his hands are on your cheeks, pulling your face towards his. Finally your lips touch and from his movements you can feel that he's lingering for your touch. One of your hands leaves his neck to trail down his chest and go under the fabric of his shirt to trace his chest once again. He carefully lets go of your cheeks, as he is scared you'll break the kiss, and lets his hands slide under the back of your shirt. You manage to get his shirt of within seconds while he tries to do the same to you, but you end up having to take it off yourself, not that you mind. He stops kissing and touching you for a few seconds and admires your body. 'You are beautiful,' he says and you would blush if it were just anyone telling you, but you feel confident in this situation. You wrap your arms around his neck and push your bodies together. The skin to skin touch feels like heaven. It's on fire. Your core grinds over Chanyeol's growing bulge and you earn yourself a moan, using it to slip your tongue into his mouth. Soon you two are gasping for air because of the kiss and when you do, you don't leave a second wasted. Your hands are undoing the button of his jeans, along with the zipper before you rub your hand over his bulge. He throws his head back and grabs onto your hips like it's a life or death situation, but he is too impatient to let it last long. He stands up with you, making sure to carry you, and lays you down on the couch where he does the same to your jeans as you did to his. When his fingers rung over your core, you do the same as him. You throw your head back and arch your back, grabbing onto a pillow that was laying on the couch. Chanyeol starts taking off your pants. You kick off your shoes and let him do his thing. You end up having one of your legs stuck on your jeans, but for now, that's not a problem. It only takes a split second before the two of you are fully undressed, but Chanyeol suddenly leaves you alone on the couch. You hear the door lock and Chanyeol comes back to lean over you. Your legs wrap around him as you bite your lip. Knocks on the door. The two of you freeze. Suddenly Chanyeol's decision to lock the door was the best decision ever. 'Chanyeol?' It's Kyungsoo. 'Yeah?' Chanyeol replies. You get an idea. Your hands are behind his neck again and you pull him down. When he's in your reach, you kiss his neck and collarbones, making it harder for him to speak. 'We're all going out for dinner. Do you and y/n want to join?' Chanyeol bites his lip to hold in the sounds he wants to make so badly, but a few slip out before he can answer. 'I don't care, you should ask y/n.' Suddenly the tables are turned. He is sucking on your skin as his fingers find their way back to your heath. You gasp from the sudden touch, but manage to speak anyway. 'No thanks. I'm not that hungry.' 'Okay, good luck with the song you guys,' he says, 'and please use protection.' Both of your eyes widen, but Chanyeol recovers quickly. 'We will,' he says with a smirk. 'Bye,' you hear Kyungsoo says and you hit Chanyeol's shoulder. 'I hate you.' 'I know you do, but we're still finishing this right?' You didn't have to reply to that. 

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[birdgirl90]

Flying High, Chapter 4

Hi again! I feel like I’m spamming the tag, so this will probably be the last chapter I post today. But I will try to post more this week, probably tomorrow and Wednesday. 

I hope you’re all enjoying the story so far! (:’

Summary: You are a witch who doesn’t have a lot of control over your powers who is recruited by the Avengers.  Can a certain trickster help you as you try to figure out who you are?

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Chapter 4

You spend the next few days finally unpacking your room, trying to get it the way you want it.  SHIELD covered all their bases, and all of your belongings from your apartment are here, carefully packed and filling your room with boxes.  On a few occasions you’ve asked Loki to come help you move bookshelves around which he has with only minimal complaints that are laced with teasing.  Sometimes he just hangs out with you and helps you unpack because he’s bored and enjoys your company. The room Stark gave you is actually a suite - you have a large bedroom that connects to a large bathroom that has a shower and a tub, black and white tiling across the floor.  By the time afternoon hits near the end of the week, when you’re finally happy with your room, you decide you should probably call your mom. Sitting cross legged on your bed and not bothering to close your door (everyone is out doing their own thing, leaving only you and Loki, and knowing him, he’s probably either in his room or rummaging around downstairs for something to do), you pull out your phone.

“Hey mom.”

“Sweetie! I’ve missed you!” her voice comes through, sounding like always, and you didn’t realize you were homesick until this moment.  “Where are you? You missed Sunday dinner and when I called it went to voice mail.”

“You’re actually never going to believe what happened, mom.  The Feds picked me up after the bus incident-”

“Which I’m very proud of you for, by the way,” your mom interjects, making you smile to yourself.

“Thanks.  Well this thing called SHIELD picked me up that night and now I’m with the Avengers,” you finish.

“The Avengers?”  Your mom sounds stunned.

“Yeah.  They’re all really cool,” you respond.  “And they’re taking me on as a member, mom.  Can you actually believe that? At least, I’m helpful in the healing areana.  I don’t actually know if I’m going to be in the group outside of that to be honest.  My potions are more useful than I thought and I was told I could have anything I need to keep making them.”

“I’m really proud of you for that.  Just imagine what you’ll be able to do with them once you have your powers sorted.”

“That’s the other thing...they’re going to help me with them.  You remember Loki being announced as recently working with them?  He’s offered to help me one on one.”

There’s a moment of silence.  “Promise me you’ll be careful,” your mom tells you quietly.  “I’m not sure I like the idea of you being in a place where you could possibly be in danger.”

“I promise I’m being careful,” you assure her.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too mom.”

After a bit more small talk and your mom telling you her plans for the garden, you finally hang up.  Staring at your phone, you swallow. Your mom has always been one of your biggest supporters, always believing in you.  The distance hurts. You think over her words, about you being in a space where you could get hurt. You haven’t thought about it before, but you realize she’s right - what the Avengers do is dangerous, and even being associated with them could put you in danger.

“You okay, love?”

You jerk your face up and see Loki standing in your doorway, leaning against the wooden frame.  You swallow and wipe your face - you hadn’t realized you were crying. You give him a nod.

“It’s just…my mom and I have always been really close.  It was always just the two of us, so we kinda took care of each other.  I’m okay though. It’s just weird being so far away from her now.”

Loki looks at you as if he’s not entirely convinced that you’re okay.

“So...no father then?” he asks after a moment.  “No siblings?”

Loki hasn’t crept into your room, remaining at the door frame, looking at his nails and back at you.  You wonder if he used to be a nail biter; he picks at them but never bites them currently that you can see.  You shake your head no.

“Dad bailed when I was 10.  Mom says he was too wrapped up in work to notice anyone else.  I was always afraid that she was lonely, so I kind of took it on myself to take care of her - making dinners for when she came home from work, that kind of thing.”  You shrug. “I guess it’s time to take care of myself now.”

Loki mulls this over.  “That it is, I think.” He smiles at your gently.  “Oh, the others are back, and they’ve got what they said is ‘the best pizza in town’,” he makes air quotes as he says the last part and rolls his eyes, and you giggle a bit at the God.  

You crawl off your bed and walk next to him all the way downstairs, falling into a natural rhythm as if you’ve known him your whole life.

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You spend most of your time in the living room with the others, but as they are often called away for missions, it’s usually just you and Loki.  The days pass with conversation about any and everything. He’s good company, you decide early on, and being with him makes you feel a lot less lonely.  You’ve started sitting closer to him on the couch, no longer leaving the square cushion between the two of you, and if he happens to drape an arm over the length of the couch so his hand is brushing your shoulder, then so be it.  It was comfortable and you kept telling yourself that it’s just because he’s your best friend that you feel like this. However... you can’t stop the butterflies in your gut when he casually touches you - pushing hair from your face, the time he picked you up so you could reach the granola bars again, the gentle brushes of his arm when he stands too close and you can smell him, cinnamon and winter and balsam wood.

Ridiculous, you tell yourself.  You’re just friends.

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After a month, it’s finally time.  

You stand in the training room, with the group around you on the edges of the walls.  Loki watches you with interest and his hands folded behind his back from the corner. When you make eye contact, he gives you a reassuring smile, and you can’t stop the small echoing smile on your face.  You’re so nervous that your palms are clammy. What if nothing happens? What if they decide you’re useless?

“Alright, Y/N,” Cap says as he stands in front of you, mom voice engaged.  “We just want to see where you are with your magic. There are no expectations.  Just do the best you can.”

You nod, then swallow.  You hold your hands in front of you and try to remember the last few times you’ve done this.  It starts with a finger snap, right? And then you can manipulate it. You take a deep breath and snap your fingers on your right hand.  Nothing happens.

You take another deep breath and force yourself to focus.  There is nothing between you, your fingers, and a shield; the room fades from you.  You try to visualize the shield. Once you think you have it, you snap your fingers again.  There are sparks, blue and indigo, so you snap them again, and again. On the fourth try, something changes.  A small wall of see through blue appears. Without looking away from it, you move it with your open palms. You attempt to stretch it, and it seems to be working, slowly growing larger, until suddenly..

It shatters like glass.

You try again, and this time manage to get the transparent blue to form a larger form.  You decide to try to shape it into a sphere...only to have it shatter again.

A third time...it barely even forms before shattering.

This isn’t right.  Normally it’s not like glass.  Normally it’s like rubber. A growl of frustration falls from your lips, and you go to try again, but you’re painfully aware now that everyone is watching you, and you’re doubting yourself -failure, you shout in your head, failure failure failure - progressively getting more frustrated as you repeatedly snap your fingers.

“She can’t do it again, can she?” you hear Stark mumble and it pushes you over the edge.

The windows of the training room blow out and the lights shatter.  Glass rains down and everyone ducks to try to avoid it. It’s almost like something in you clicks, and next thing you know, you have a huge transparent blue safety dome covering everyone.  In the same instant, a body is wrapped around you that smells like cinnamon and balsam. It’s like everything is frozen for a moment as you just stare at where the light blue is coming from your hands as the shards rain from the heavens in slow motion.  The moment passes and you hear glass hitting the floor. The body around you straightens but refuses to let go of you.

“Whoa,” you whisper as you move your hands for a moment, and as you watch, the shield completely retracts, leaving a soft glow in your hands before it vanishes with a small ‘pop’.

You look up, and realize what you’ve done.  You’re horrified as everyone looks at the debris and then back at you.  You’re light headed and a little dizzy too, and filled with a tiredness that seeps through your bones.  You sway a little and the arms around you tighten just a bit. Looking up, you see Loki looking down at you with curiosity and concern in his emerald eyes.  You sigh and look away.

“Stark, was that final comment really necessary?” Natasha asks as she picks up a piece of glass from the floor.

“Hey, it got her to show us what she can do, didn’t it?  And to not upset her,” he adds with a shrug. “Why am I always the bad guy?”

“Because you don’t know when to shut up,” Cap says in exasperation.

“I’m so sorry I broke the windows,” you start to apologize, your face turning red from embarrassment.  “I don’t know how that happens, I don’t mean to-”

“That was incredible,” Clint says softly and the others agree.  “Don’t be sorry.”

“Do it again,” Stark says, gesturing at you.  “Create a dome like that again.”

“Stark…” Thor growls lowly from his corner and Stark turns.

“What?”

“I...can’t.  I don’t even know how it happened,” you say quietly, confused, trying to work through how the shield formed.

“I have a theory,” Cap says after a moment.  “We were all in danger. You couldn’t get it to work because there was no need for it.  But once the glass broke…”

“It happened,” you finished.  Your stomach rolls at the thought of what could have happened to everyone if the shield didn’t activate.  

“That’s a good starting point,” Cap says.  “If we can test it again-”

“We’ll come back to that later.  Right now, Y/N needs to sleep, eat, and ground.”

Loki’s voice isn’t raised but carries enough power to take charge and leave no room for protest.  Without another word, he leads you out of the training room and up to the living room. You protest as he tucks you under a blanket on the couch, but you’re sleepy and the words don’t come out right.

“Very impressive, darling,” he tells you quietly.  “And now you need to sleep and eat. I’ll start working with you tomorrow, if you would like.”

You nod and proceed to pass out from exhaustion.

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[thesrhughes]

Progress Blog: Random Writing Advice

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Progress Blog: Random Writing Advice

Is it time for another progress blog?  You bet!  Today, I’m going to give everyone some unsolicited random writing advice!  What will we cover?  All the stupid basics!

Writing Advice is Silly

Rule #1 of writing advice: shrug it all off.  Every writer seems to have different and often contradictory ‘rules’ about writing.  People generally agree that every author should have a copy of Strunk & White’s Elements of Style but beyond that, well, it’s just experience and opinion.  Some experience and opinion is valued more highly than others, of course.  For instance, most writers I’ve met (especially genre writers) have a copy of Stephen Kings advice/memoir book On Writing.  I’m personally a huge fan of Verlyn Klinkenborg’s Several Short Sentences About Writing.

But if we’re all being completely honest, if writing were a science, computers would already be doing it.

Thankfully, current AI only seems able to generate acclaim-worthy work with about 80% of the heavy lifting being done by humans.  So the work of the writer remains unmechanized for now.  Though anyone working in print should murder the hope of any sort of retirement, if they haven’t already.

Point being: this isn’t science.  It isn’t math.  And considering the ever-evolving state of slang, colloquialism, and grammar, particularly in the fast-paced American language, maybe we should be careful about marrying any specific rules set, especially early in the game.  But anyway,

Never Ban Words

Almost every writing-advice listicle I read includes a list of words to avoid.  Commonly, “don’t use adverbs” (see what I did there?)  Injunctions against filler words, filter words, and frilly words follow.  Passive voice?  Cut it.  Too many syllables?  Cut it.  Does it end in -ly?  You should be ashamed.

A sentence should be short, no?  Sure.  That makes sense.  But a sentence should also flow, describe, evoke, and build.  It should sound nice.  It should look nice, too.  There should be rhythm!

Arranging words is similar to arranging music.

Don’t limit yourself or box yourself in.  Step 1: write.  Sometimes you’ll use adverbs.  Sometimes there’s an aesthetic pleasure to multi-syllabic verbs and adjectives.  Even passive voice has its place.  There’s an old adage somewhere about moderation but who can ever remember it?

If you bind yourself too tightly with banned words and grammatical restrictions, you’ll shrink your toolbox.  You’ll narrow your knowledge.  Try, instead, to expand your toolbox.  Use fuckin’ everything.

But don’t bother showing anyone your first draft, because it’s probably awful.

Instead, after you’ve got it down, focus on

Editing, Editing, Editing…

Did you think writing was about writing?

Oh you poor, sweet summer child…

Writing is rewriting, as the saying goes.  Rewriting and rewriting and rewriting again, and then, once that’s done, revising and revising and revising.  Whether you’re self-published, indie-published, trad-published, or if you’re selling handbound chap books on the subway platform, it doesn’t matter.  If you’re selling your first draft, or even your second draft, you’re probably selling shit.

More than half of your first draft is garbage, I hate to say.  I usually start my second draft from scratch, from a pure-blank page, just to avoid using the same garbage prose of my first draft.  The first draft anyone besides yourself should see is your second draft.  More realistically, your second draft after a couple rounds of polish and revision.

That’s because you probably have a ton of stuff to fix.

A List of Questions, or: Fixing Your Terrible First Draft

Approach your first draft as you would approach a vile, pulsing heap of red-green biomatter squirming on your kitchen floor–that is: with revulsion, disgust, and a weapon.

If a small part of you doesn’t hate your first draft as soon as you’re done with it, I advise shelving it for a while and continuing to hone your craft by reading/writing more and more for a few months.  By the time 4-5 months have passed, you’ll have read/written enough more to be properly revolted by your earlier work.

Now it’s time to pick it up, examine it, and make with the stabbing.

I’ve prepared a list of questions for you to ask yourself as you stab.  It’s a list of questions I mutter to myself while editing and sometimes while I sleep.

Are these words necessary?  (for instance, “he saw the biomass pulse, its veins throbbing with red-black fluid” likely doesn’t require “he saw,” and it can probably be rearranged to excise the redundant ‘pulse’ and ‘throb’ verbiage.)

Does the sentence sound good?  (reading a manuscript aloud will help track down and gut all sorts of hiccups and arrhythmia in the prose.)

What is the sentence doing?  (are we learning about the character, action, setting, plot, etc?  What do these words contribute to the work?  If they don’t contribute, kill them.  Think of editing like a sci-fi dystopian world where non-contributors are casually slaughtered.)

 Is the meaning clear?  (an over-clutter of words, uncertain punctuation, or unclear noun/adjective/verb pairings can all confuse readers and destroy prose quality.)

Is this shit boring?  (as Elmore Leonard put it, “Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip.”  As a director friend once put it: “The audience will forgive you almost anything, as long as you’re not boring.” — protip: if it was boring to write, it’ll be doubly boring to read.)

Is this repetitive?  (Does every sentence begin the same way?  Have you used the same word too many times in a page, or, heaven forbid, in a paragraph?)

Is there a volume issue?  (Does the lurid text border on purple?  Does the simplicity threaten austerity?  Are the words too much, too little?  This is the most subjective measurement, but very important.)

Why?  (Admittedly, I mutter this question to myself all the time, usually as a hollow whisper, a mournful murmur.  “Why?” I ask, about everything, about everything all at once, from one horizon to the other.  It’s also an important question about writing, though.  There should be a ‘why’ behind just about every word, sentence, and paragraph on a page.)

I think that’s a fine list to start with–though the more one writes, the longer and more complex the list becomes.  I do believe that covers all the basics, however, and some of the intermediate steps.

Don’t Stop

Write several times a week.  Read at least a little bit every day.  Take classes when available, if affordable.  Show your second and third drafts to people and don’t shout down their criticisms (it’s very important, when asking for criticism, to listen to it.)  Probably truer than any other piece of advice, “practice makes perfect.”

Read great writers.  For quality of prose, I adore Cassandra Khaw, T. E. Grau, and Leni Zumas.  For tight pacing, humor, and pulp craft, Raymond Chandler and Charlie Huston.  Victor LaValle mastered the art of music and aesthetic long ago.  A thousand other authors await your eyes, if you go looking.

Read voraciously and write viciously.  Edit with unparalleled self-loathing.  Brainstorm with fervor and madness, outline with enthusiasm, and write like a toothless speed freak.  Review your work like an IRS auditor.  Study the craft as if there’ll be a test on it any day now and you’ll be killed if you fail it.

That’s my advice.  To hell with banned words and meditation.  To hell with a thousand articles condemning adverbs and POV-filters and purple prose.  To hell with anything that constrains your toolbox.  Those tools are there for a reason, we just have to learn when and how to use them.

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