#he still give me the same vides

[sorayax]

I just leave this here :3

#bill hader #snl #saturday night live #why bill just why #you beautiful bastard #he still give me the same vides

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Can you write about giving Jack a foot massage for Valentine’s Day? Maybe finding the pressure points 😏

Warning: suggestive

"Baby, what're you doing?", you asked as you walked out of your closet, slipping a heel on your foot. Jack was still in bed and wasn't dressed yet, and you were supposed to leave in twenty minutes to go out to celebrate Valentine's Day. "We're gonna miss our reservation."

Jack let out a deep sigh as he tried to sit up with no success, barely able to move his body. The look of distress he gave you had you immediately concerned. "What's wrong?" You walked over to his side of the bed and sat on the edge, gently rubbing his chest.

"EJ has me working out six days a week, and I think I pulled something during our last session." He groaned as he tried to lift his arms up to reach out for you. What hurts?", you asked, letting out a small giggle at his state.

"Everthing." His voice was pitiful as he motioned over his legs and feet. Every muscle in his body hurt, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to walk for a week after all of the sprints his trainer had him do.

"Okay, well I'm gonna cancel our reservation." You pulled your phone out of your clutch, but Jack snatched it out of your hands before you could call the restaurant. "Don't you dare. Its Valentine's Day. I'll rally."

He let out a whimper as he finally was able to push himself to sitting position, and you helped him swing his legs over the bed and onto the floor. The sound he let out when he tried to stand up startled you, and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter so you didn't embarrass him.

"Jack, there's no way you're making it to the car, let out the restaurant tonight." Jack shook his head, holding onto your arm for support as he tried again, with the same result. He let out a huff as he plopped back down on the bed, realizing you were probably right. "Do you think they'll accommodate a stretcher in the restaurant?"

"No, baby," you chuckled, grazing your finger against his jawline, "Its okay. We'll do dinner another night, okay?" He nodded, pursing his lips for a kiss, which you immediately obliged, leaning over to plant a quick one on him. "Sorry", he said with a pout.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, babe. Just lay back down and I'll take care of you."

You changed out of your dress into some comfy clothes and grabbed your lotion out of the bathroom before returning to Jack. He was laying supine in bed with his eyes clothes, trying his best not to move.

His eyes shot open when he felt you try to take one of his socks off by the toe. His body jerked when you accidentally grazed the bottom of his feet with your nail, tickling him. "Stop! Why're you touching my feet?"

"You said they were hurting, so I was gonna give you a foot massage."

"Nope, no thank you." He gently tried to push you away, put you held onto his ankle. "Jack stop being silly, you massage my feet all the time."

"Yeah, but I'm usually trying to massage "other places" on your body as well", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning an eye roll from you. "Well, if you play your cards right tonight, you might get lucky tonight, mister." You winked at him as you pulled the sock off of his other foot. "Now stay still."

"Don't try anything funny." He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you like to push his buttons, but you truly just wanted him to be able to relax. "I promise I won't." You bit your bottom lip to hide your smirk.

He closed his eyes again as you started to massage his feet, starting at the arch, applying even pressure with your thumbs as you worked your way up and down the bottom of his foot. "That feels amazing", he hummed, feeling his body start to release all of the built up tension. You may or may not have looked up a Youtube vide on how to hit pressure points before starting, and before you knew it, you could hear small snores start to escape from Jack's lips as he drifted off to sleep.

Noticing that his eyelids began to flutter, you tickled the bottom of his foot again, making him jerk subconsciously. "Hey! I was getting comfortable, baby", he whined, slowly opening his eyes.

"I'm sorry", you said with a soft smile, moving to hover over him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't resist. Go back to sleep, I'm gonna take a quick shower." He grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away, pulling you back over to him. "Nah ah, you said if I played my cards right, I'd get lucky."

"Jack, you can barely move", you pushed a few of his curls out of his face, using your nails to gently scratch his scalp, "you need to rest." He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout but let you go. "Can you at least leave the bathroom door open so I can have a clear view of you in the shower?"

"Seriously?", you cocked your head at him with a grin.

"My eyes work just fine", Jack remarked with a smile.

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[ladykailitha]

Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 7

I love writing this story so much I am constantly going back and rereading my favorite parts. And when I write really, really good bits I want to put it up immediately so you all can squee with me. But I also know that it’s better to give each part some time between each one so the chapter can get the love it deserves. It’s ongoing battle I tell you.

This is the start of what I’ve been calling in my head the dark chapters. This is where we get to the tragic backstories that drove these two boys apart. TW: for panic attack in this and brief mention violence.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

*

Chrissy came over to where the boys had sat down with Wayne after they had put their equipment away. She slid the beers over to each of them with practiced ease.

“So...” she began. “You’ve got history with my boy, Garnet.”

“Who the fuck is Garnet?” Jeff asked.

Chrissy giggled. “My boss is weird hipster who has all off of us go by gem names to keep up the mystic of the place. Jewels of the Queen’s Crown as it were.”

Gareth laughed. “And what do they call you?”

“I’m Opal for now,” she explained after taking a swig of her beer. “But Garnet says that before he leaves, I’ll probably be Sapphire or Emerald.” She thought for a moment. “Considering Diamond’s sense of humor? Probably Sapphire.”

“Why Sapphire?” Eddie asked, frowning in confusion.

Chrissy laughed. “Because I’m a lesbian?” The boys just stared at her with blank faces. “Sappho is the first lesbian? Another word for lesbian is sapphic? Sapphire, sapphic?”

Suddenly they got it and started nodded.

She turned to Eddie. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding the question. You and I are going to have nice long talk about it later.”

Eddie straightened up and looked guiltily at his beer. “We just aren’t in the same universe is all.”

Chrissy looked over at Garnet and sighed. “I think you guys are closer than you think.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie growled. “In what multi-verse are me and that man even in the same hemisphere?”

Chrissy sighed. “I’m not one for spreading rumors around but from what I’ve heard, Garnet’s dad threw him out when he came out as gay.”

All four boys turned to look at Steve slinging cocktails like he was born to it in shock.

“He’s gay?” Jeff asked. “There’s no way. He was a known ladies’ man in high school. Him and his girlfriend were like the king and queen of Hawkins.”

Chrissy just hummed. “Trust me when I say that I’ve been working with him for almost two months now, and the dude ain’t straight. He never flirts with the girls. Like ever. And yeah, sure some of it can be marked down to Garnet being a consummate professional. But when guys flirt with him, he gets all flustered and turns pink.”

Eddie sat back. “Huh.” He shrugged off the gnawing feeling in the back of his mind of what it would have been like if Eddie had known that sooner. “Still, I wouldn’t have thought that pretty, rich boy Garnet would deign to work at a bar, even one as upscale as this one.”

“What the fuck you talking about, boy?” Wayne growled, speaking up for the first time. “I didn’t teach you that classist bullshit.”

Eddie ducked his head. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne jutted his chin Steve’s direction. “I know you’ve been calling him something different because of the rules of the club or whatever, but if you lot are talking about that boy at the bar, then you need to check your bias. He worked at the plant for a year on the weekends trying to save money for college.”

Everyone turned to Wayne in shock.

“He worked at the plant?” Gareth said. “But I thought he was earning money babysitting. He used to babysit my sister Clara after school when I had to work or had band practice.”

Jeff shook his head. “Nah, man. He was working at Family Video that year. My mom would gush about how sweet and helpful he was when she was trying to find a good family movie.”

Wayne took a sip of his beer. “That boy did all three at the same time. He told me he’d work the video store during the time the kids would be at school and then babysit after. Then he’d work weekends at night at the plant.” He glared at Eddie. “Did such a good job, Ken wanted him to take over as foreman of the night shift when he retired.”

Eddie looked over at Steve and furrowed his brow. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he repeated with more conviction.

Wayne nodded and the topic changed to what songs they should preform next time and in what order.

Sometimes Eddie would catch himself looking over at Steve in a new light.

*

Steve was having a bad week. There was no getting around it. He was trying to get to class, but the beemer wouldn’t start.

It ground and ground, but wouldn’t start.

“Fuck!”

He pounded on the steering wheel. He was going to have to take the bus, which meant he was going to be late.

He threw open his door and popped the hood. Maybe he figure it out. He checked the oil and the other fluids, but they were all at least decent levels. He check for any loose cables but everything seemed to be connected.

Steve was about to slam the hood back down when someone stopped him.

“What seems to be the trouble, Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand on the hood preventing its closure.

Steve sighed. “No fucking clue. And I’m going to be late for class. And since the midterm is due today, if I’m late, I’m fucked.”

Eddie hummed. “I’ll call someone to come get the car and I’ll drive you in.”

Steve stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Why? You don’t like me.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “No, I don’t. However, I’m not going to let someone like you mess things up for Joyce.”

Steve wanted to protest and scream but he knew that’s what Eddie expected him to do. So he just shrugged. “Whatever, man. Just get me the number for this auto shop of yours and we’ll consider the transaction complete.”

Eddie slammed the hood down and Steve went to pull the keys out of the ignition. He kept the windows rolled up, but the door unlocked. He placed the keys under the visor and then grabbed his bag.

“The tow truck will be here in five minutes,” Eddie said, putting his phone back into his pocket, “so it shouldn’t be too long.”

Steve sighed heavily and followed Eddie to his van.

Once they were on their way Steve turned to him. “What did you mean that I might mess things up for Joyce?”

Eddie looked at him briefly before turning back to the road. “I thought you knew her.”

Steve sighed again. “Yeah, four years ago. Which is what I tried to tell Dean Ortega. Yes, I used to babysit her youngest son. Yes, I did that for a year. No, I haven’t spoken to her in the last four. Been kinda busy, you know, going to school.”

Eddie hummed. “There’s been so much trouble with the course the college is thinking of dropping it. And if that happens...”

Steve threw his head back against the headrest. “Then she’s out a job. Great. I was there for those two major fuck ups. I don’t know what happened with the last teacher, but the first professor was a real piece of work.”

Eddie licked his lips thoughtfully. “According to Joyce, Professor Martin was found sleeping with the live model.”

Steve blinked. “The basketball captain?” he asked, his voice squeaking in shock and outrage. “Holy fuck!”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Joyce said that she was surprised that they even gave the class one more chance.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Jesus Christ.”

They got to class and Joyce looked at them with a big grin on her face. “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were friends!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Oh we’re not,” Eddie said and Steve winced.

“We just live in the same apartment complex and Eddie came to my rescue when my car wouldn’t start this morning,” Steve explained.

Joyce smiled fondly. “That was sweet of you, Eddie dear.”

Eddie blushed and turned his head. “I was just being a good Samaritan.”

“Well, thank you,” she murmured.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, thanks Eds.”

Eddie bit his lip at the new nickname. “You’re welcome.”

Steve grinned and went to sit down.

Eddie blushed and got into position, striping down to his underwear. He kept his eye on Steve like he always did. But today, instead of the count of one, two, three and look away, Steve’s gaze lingered, drawing in shorter spurts and longer looks at his body.

He didn’t know how he felt about that, or rather his brain didn’t. His heart and libido were one hundred percent onboard with the heated regard. His brain told them to shut up.

*

It was an unseasonably warm day for March. The sun was finally starting to do more then hang in the sky and look pretty. Robin and Steve were on their way back to their apartment after a rare Sunday meeting at the bar. They were dressed for work. Robin all in black and Steve in his white button up.

They were a block and half from their place, having had to take the bus with Steve’s car still in the shop, when suddenly a storm rolled in and opened up above them.

Instantly they were drenched to the skin. Robin broke into a run to try to get to their apartment faster, but soon realized that Steve wasn’t with her. She looked back to see that Steve had sunk to his knees, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. As if he was trying to cover his back.

“Shit!” Robin hissed and ran back to his side. “Steve? Come on, Steve. We’re almost home.”

He shook his head and began to rock back and forth. “They’ll see! They’ll see.”

“Steve, there’s no one around,” she reasoned. “I’ll even walk behind you if that will make you feel better. But we can’t just sit out here in the rain, dingus.”

But try as she might, she knew it was futile. Steve was firmly locked inside his head and she didn’t know how to get him out. Even after years of seeing him like this, she hadn’t found a tried and true way to make him come out, except to wait them out and hope it didn’t take too long.

She sat on the cold wet pavement and settled down to wait out this nightmare.

Just then a van slowed down beside them and Eddie called out, “Hey, Buckley, everything okay?”

She looked down at Steve and then back at Eddie. She had a choice to make and it wasn’t an easy one.

“No,” she said, forcing out the best response for Steve in that moment. They needed help and if Eddie was willing, she’d be a fool to turn him away.

The van came to screeching halt and Eddie was out onto the pavement in an instant.

“What happened?” he asked, not sure if he should get close in case it was seizure again.

“It started to rain and his scars started to show through the white fabric,” Robin explained.

Eddie walked around to Steve’s back and cursed. “What the fuck?!”

Robin frowned. “How the hell do you not know about Steve’s scars? Like literally everyone in the whole god damn country knows how he got them.”

Eddie’s head reared back. “Um...not me. When did it happen?”

Robin stared at him aghast. “What do you mean when did it happen? It was literally a nine day wonder on all news outlets.” When Eddie just continued to stare at her as if she was mad, she said. “His senior year of high school? He was gone for like a week, how did you not notice?”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Probably the same reason you never noticed I was gone for that same fucking time period.”

She looked down at Steve who was still rocking back and forth. “Steve, hey can you hear me?”

Steve just continued to be lost in his own world.

Eddie took a step closer to see if he could help but Robin held her hand up. “Stay back! When he gets like this his fight or flight response is heightened and he’s been known to pack one hell of a punch.”

Eddie blinked rapidly. “Come again?” His hand came up to his jaw instinctively.

Robin rubbed circles along Steve’s back trying to get his to calm down. “There was once he had a panic attack in public and this guy came up and tried to help him, thinking he’d fallen or something,” she explained. “Steve lashed out not knowing what was happening. He said he woke up with a vague memory of the hit and bruised knuckles. Of course by then, the guy had booked it.”

Eddie took a step back. “That...that was me.”

Robin’s head shot up. “Oh fuck.” She looked back down at Steve. “You thought he hit you because you tried to help him.”

Eddie snarled, “He dislocated my jaw. I couldn’t sing for six months.”

Robin was on her feet in an instant. “Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s like this. That incident haunts him.”

Eddie took another step back. “It haunts me too.” He yanked off his jacket and threw it at her. “For his modesty. He can return it at the next class.”

He turned on his heel and ran to his van. He peeled away from the curb, like the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Robin stood there watching Eddie go, her tears blending with the rain. She didn’t even bother to wipe her face. She walked back to Steve and put the jacket around his shoulders.

The combination of the warmth of the jacket and the covering of Steve’s scars, he slowly came out of his panic attack.

She helped him to his feet and the made it the rest of the way to their apartment. She let him have the first shower and put him to bed.

They were going to have to have a long talk when he was sane enough to handle it.

Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12 Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Epilogue

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[white-poppie]

Manjirou come down

Character pairing: S.Manijro x Gn! reader  Genre: ANGST Rating: 11+ Warnings: death, crying, gangs, canon divergence, toxic relations, Heights, Suicide, Manga Spoilers!

NOTE: I am not romanticizing anything that is happening in this fic. If you are feeling urges to cause harm to yourself, please don’t. You are worth so much more. You deserve everything good in the world. If you ever want to talk to someone, my DMs are always open.

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Song recommendation: Achilles come down by Gang of Youths

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Cursed, that's what he was. Sano Majirou was cursed. He is condemned to take people's lives like the plague. People die at his hands, they instead of him and even for him.

"Manjirou, why did you call me to the rooftop of a building?" you asked softly.

His white hair danced with the wind. Boney legs and petite figure, oh so exhausted and tired. His dull black eyes shimmered in the reflection of the lights in buildings. The sound of cars and people was minimal at the height; peaceful.

"Sanzu is dead," he whispered.

"Oh sweetheart I am so sorry," you cooed pulling him in a hug, running your hands on his spine and littering kisses on his tired eyelids.

Mikey thinks he is a sinner, which is true. He has attended too many funerals in one life. Shinichiro, Izana, Emma, Draken, Baji... everyone died because of him.

He was sure you too would die, the only person in this world that he had left. He won’t be able to bear that...not anymore please.

“Y/N,” he said leaning his forehead on yours, “I am going to kill myself tonight.”

You moved back in shock,” what are you talking about Manjirou?”

“I don’t think I can live from the guilt anymore,” he wrapped his arms around his stomach, “I just...don’t want to live anymore.”

“Mikey!” you shouted, “what the hell? What about me then?”

“Live your life, find someone better,” he chuckled moving away and standing on the ledge, his loose black clothing danced weightlessly. His arms were spread wide open, as if enjoying the last breath of fresh air.

“Manjirou! come down!” you screamed holding onto the fabric of his pants.

A melancholic smile painted upon his face. You felt your ribs squeezing your lungs, unable to breathe, unable to comprehend. Panic was written upon your face. Your fingers trembled on the cloth.

“Let me go,” he sighed.

“Do you think I am stupid? Do you care so little of me that you are going kill yourself right in front of my eyes, or rather kill yourself while I am still alive, knowing that I could have prevented it all!”

“You sound like someone I used to know...”

“Manjirou stop this foolishness, get down!”

“I am not coming down Y/N, accept it.”

“Mikey if you go, I am going; so jump and I am jumping!” You let go of his clothes and stood on the ledge with him.

“Y/n, don’t do this to yourself,” he pleaded.

“What gives you the right to kill yourself then?” you smiled looking at him, “there is no ‘me’ without ‘you’.”

Tears streamed down his face at your words. He knows that an angel like you would end up in heaven, but he would rot in the filthiest depths of hell, once again away from you. He won't be attending funerals anymore, he would be paying for all the atrocities he has committed, including snatching the light in your eyes and replacing them with the same dullness of his.

“Can you hear me Mikey? I am talking to you!” you shouted.

“Come on Mikey, get up off the roof,” you smiled.

“I don’t deserve to live,” he said.

“You do Mikey, you do; what has happened has happened, you deserve good things as well.”

“If you don’t want to listen, then...” you held his hand, “let's jump together.”

Mikey smiled and looked at you lovingly, “Maybe in another life?” 

“Maybe in another life.”

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[beantothemax]

SMT APOCALYPSE FIC INCOMING!!!!!!!!! No spoilers!

Shinjuku. A place known for its nightlife, lies in disarray. This isn't new for the citizens of Tokyo. And hasn't been new for a while yet.

A girl sits on a rooftop. She is dressed in a brown school uniform of unknown origin, her dark hair flowing freely in the cold wind of Tokyo. She looks out of place here, too clean for the crushed buildings and unkempt streets. But she doesn't care. She never really cared at all.

She is scanning the entrance to the small courtyard. Trying to find someone. It has been a while since Hikaru has seen them, almost 25 cycles. Usually, she arrives around now, give or take a couple minutes. Sometimes she is late, sometimes she is not.

Hikaru’s gaze fixates at a newcomer. It is Vidé. The one who she can confidently call her friend. Not ally, not adversary, a friend. It is a strange relationship they hold, but it is held nonetheless.

Vidé walks smoothly, gliding across the broken asphalt like water on tile. She, or rather, he, is dressed in a gray peacoat. Messy, clipped white hair frames his face along an uneven part. His eyes are black, his skin pale, his gait confident. He pulls at one of his gloves, scanning the buildings, before finding his mark.

“Hikaru! Good to see you!” He yells up at the girl. His voice is a soft tenor, invoking visions of plastic smiles and barely-hidden madness.

As soon as Hikaru gets a closer look at him, she laughs. An unsettling thing. It is far too childish for a girl of her age, and reaches around any listener who tries to find the bearer. Vidé looks at her fondly.

“It’s good to see you too, prince.” She says, a sly smile on her face.

“I could say the same thing,” He chirps, “ How about we go to our usual spot?”

“Sure!”

———

A boy and a girl sat on a rooftop, overlooking city streets. Wind breezes past the both of them, carrying faint voices of Demons. Vide treasured these moments of stillness, before everything goes downhill. Or uphill, depending on one’s perspective.

Hikaru turned to him, a playful smirk on her face. “So… you gotta tell me where you’ve been these past few cycles.”

Vidé matches her smirk with his own. “I’ve been around. Recently got to look at a different form of chaos. To be honest, I don’t think you would enjoy it too much.”

“Hit me.”

A soft smile. “It was more of… a people celebrating their differences. It was hard to tell when the traditional ended and when the modern began. Mixing and matching culture and customs. It was pure anarchy. Creative chaos in the best way.”

Hikaru shrugged. “Chaos in culture, huh? Sounds fun, but not exactly my style."

“Don’t say I didn’t try selling it to you. Maybe a song from them would change your mind?”

Her face brightened. “Oh? Is that your song this time?”

He shook his head. “No, not at all. Figured I’d revisit a classic.”

“Everything Stays?”

“How’d you know?”

She put her hands on her hips, wearing a snide smile. “You have so many attachments to that song. I would be surprised if you didn’t play that song in this area at least once.”

He scoffed. “Read me like a book.”

He spun out a familiar guitar, and the intercom below them crackled to life for the first time once again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vidé smiled while he played, for he had an ace up his sleeve.

Elsewhere, A young boy was wandering the underground of a nameless district. He was playing hide and seek with a good friend, and he lost the game of rock-paper-scissors. He wasn’t exactly performing his task enthusiastically, but that’s not exactly a bad thing. For it got him into the right place at the right time.

The intercom above him made a feedback noise, distracting him from the task at hand. A rare occurrence. Those things hadn’t been working since the Firmament went up. He was naturally drawn to it, as any curious child would. A gentle song began humming from the loudspeaker, with soft piano and an even softer voice. The boy whose soul blazed like the sun listened to the tune, just like his twin who shone like the moon.

Hummingbird you found me resting on my own. Leave me be I'm colored sad. All the world's forgot me, left me all alone, Almost it's as if I'm mad.

Hear the way the sunset, Think we'll find tomorrow? Do you think tomorrow's different than today? Weary of my eyes, I've tired many tries. What is it you offer? I'll take what you offer.

So we share a moment, Is this not a sign? Whistle up a rhyme or melody. Both us move along, Our unity create, Two is quite a potent remedy.

The song was simple, the piano dancing with another instrument that the boy had never heard of filling in an empty space he didn’t even know existed.

What is it you'll find here? Why'd you even come here? What would make you want to stay?

Where is it you're off to? Curious of wonder, Maybe I could join you? Leave myself behind.

Another unknown instrument, this one more melodic in tune, began taking the stage with its own dance. The flute and unknown swaying in perfect harmony.

Look us sit and witness turning of the leaves, Fallen snow and death be had. Stuck here in my roots we hold into the breeze, This is why I'm colored sad. If you have the answer, Where I might belong to, Point to where I'll find my peace.

If you father pride, A sense of what you're after, Is not what you're after, Always just the same?

Hummingbird who share in Death be all but known, Flutter into sweeter times. Tell me that I'll be there, Observed and observing, Father of the future… times.

The song ended with a low note, and the boy released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stared at the now-silent speaker, and wondered if what he heard was real.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hikaru clapped. “Good song! Good song!”

Vidé smiled, letting the construct melt into his shadow. “Thank you, glad to see that my voice can continue to amuse you.”

Hikaru hummed. “Amusing isn’t the half of it. See you around?”

He made his way to the edge of the rooftop, listening to his friend. “Always a pleasure.”

Vidé bowed to her, then turned around and jumped off of the roof. A dramatic gesture, but what is he without theatrics?

Meanwhile in a distant district, a child dreamt of hummingirds and soft tones.

Kurokami smiled.

twenty-five cycles? concerning word there.

the girls(?) are here again!!!!!!!!!!! on a rooftop no less….. what are they plotting………

A BOY AND GIRL PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK YOU SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW WHO THOSE TWO ARE!!!!! A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and auh very good song…. you describing certian parts of it as they came up like the instruments and whatnot was very cool……..

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa im very excited for you to play apocalypse again becuase it’s so cool……… love this game a lot already…. excellent fic!!!!!

#asks #vinegar-on-main #inbox fic

[thedramaticduke]

Soo, because I'll otherwise loose my mind, here my ranking for the eight stories (of course, big spoilers follow, also for the endgame)

1. Osvald

This was pretty much a safe card to get into my favourites. A broken science man, who first starts out with wanting to avenge his wife and daughter, but then realises that his daughter is alive and saves her? That's good shit for people with father issues right there.

But what really got me with him was... everything around him. How he slowly warms up to the other travel companions, how he lets other close to him again. In the last travel banter with Partitio he talks about how he realizes that he managed his journey only because of his companions, and how he finally sees the sense behind small talk and. It's so great. He was my starter and even though it was really funny at the beginning how that lone wolf suddenly was surrounded by five children, Temenos and Castii, I could see him lead my squad at the end against Vide. That's what I call character development.

And I know that after the epilogue the first thing he did was run back home, confronted his fear and hugged his daughter. Trust me, I'm Square Enix.

2. Ochette

I'm sorry, but I couldn't put her lower. Ochette's story was so nicely put together - I love how all three legendary Pokémon beasts have separate stories, but one element that unites them all: how humanity destroys nature without reason or remorse. But still Ochette stays strong and kind and has hopes and... God, that was great to see. That moment when she befriended Glacis and the other companion was honestly beautiful.

The only thing that annoys me is the fact that the dark huntress was so... irrelevant at the end. I expected a plottwist around her, something like 'haha, this character from story X was actually her!' but... no. Shes just an evil fanatic who has only one appearance when she gets killed by the other companion. A little bit lackluster tbh.

But yeah, Ochette is my daughter and I would kill for her.

3. Castii

That third chapter. God damnit.

I'm really surprised how much I liked Castii at the end. Once again, family issues and all, but also... her story is so dark. She could save the day, but so many people had to pay for it and it was so brilliant how you could go into the empty village from the beginning (it was even part of the demo) and ask yourself "what the fuck happened here?" before all becomes clear. Its so bittersweet and I'm all here for it.

4. Partitio

I know, his story is not the most... logical one. But sometimes you want to live in an indulgent fantasy where you beat capitalists up and then they see the errors of their ways and where a rich sugar daddy aristocrat gives you 80 billion dollar because you inspired him enough. But yeah, he's just so fun and I love how, even though so many people change throughout OT 2, he always stays the same idealistic optimistic moron who inspires the people around him. And how Ori pretty much confirmed that the reason she saw hope again was because of Partitio? Whoof.

Also my head canon is that Mister Roque and Pepe had something going on while they built Orerush. I mean... come on. Two single men, with no woman by their side but really close, and Partitio even calls him uncle in german? Thats sus right there.

5. Throné

Technically, this story is right up my alley. I don't know what it keeps from being higher up except the fact that the Claude twist came a little bit out of nowhere. But there are so many small scenes that I love, how the girl in Mothers Garden swears revenge and still gets a happy ending, how happy Father is that he still got to be a father (his whole story was fantastic btw), how you're not thrown into Lostseed but travel there throughout her last chapter and then are met with such despair. And yeah, the end was similarly bittersweet as that of Primrose from the first game, what I love. At the end, freedom reeks of blood, but... it was worth it.

6. Agnea

The step up for the fluffy stories from the first to the second game is insane.

But yeah, I talked about it once already, but what makes this story special for me is the journey in her mother's footsteps. When her father gave her her dress at the beginning it nearly teared me up lol.

But yeah, her whole story is just so sweet and cute and anti-capitalistic (she kinda has Karen-energy but in a good way) and how it all tied together at the end with all the people from the different chapters coming together at the festival of graces was great. And this story has easily the most background lesbians (the traveling group, Dolccinea and Victoria...), it's amazing.

7. Temenos

...yeah. This is my biggest unpopular opinion from this game xD

But yeah, what really annoyed me about Temenos' story was, similar to Cyrus' story from the first game, that it tries to be a detective story, but... it's the most predictable story of all lol. From the beginning I was like 'yeah... the sacred guard was responsible, wasn't it?' and it kinda took my investment in that story out of it. Also I like Temenos and Crick, but not as much as most of the fandom, I'm afraid - there was something that didn't click with me, I guess. Even though the Stormhail-Route was still pretty sad ngl. And even though Kaldena was my third to last end boss, she still nearly killed me, so here's that.

8. Hikari

Hikari is really a sad case because his story could have been even more tragic and sad. But he suffers the most from bad writing - Mugen is such an 'evil for the sake of being evil' antagonist while being the stupidest person ever (that moment when he killed everyone because 'they could be vengeful later!' made me literally facepalm) and I still don't understand why Ritsu hates the emperors and their war mongering so much, but then ends up working for the biggest war monger of them all. I lowkey expected him to betray Mugen but... no. He's just vengefulTM and randomly turns good two seconds before dying.

But I liked Hikaris arc and turning the shadow hold into the light hold was a great idea. Generally his first and last chapter were pretty atmospheric and I really grew to like Kazan as a mischievous, but sympathetic ally that his betrayal really stung. Generally, the second game had much better written and more engaging stories than the first, it didn't have any Tressa-like story where I didn't particularly care about anything. But still, Hikari kinda deserves better.

#octopath traveler #octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #octopath traveler II spoilers #octopath spoilers #generally I liked all stories in some way or another #but as always i have thoughts lol

[amarantine-amirite]

The Frustration Trap

It started when we had to buy a new oven. We did our research before we purchased the range we wanted. At least, we thought we bought the range that we wanted.

I was 17 and my parents were away on business when they delivered the unit. We did not receive an oven. The local hardware store instead delivered what I maintain is the most useless cooktop in existence instead of the range we wanted.

Most importantly, there was no oven. We can't make do with just the stovetop. Some argue otherwise, but there are some foods you need to put in the oven. For example, sous-vide chicken wings just don't taste right.

I swung by the furniture store where we bought the range. I waited forever to talk to someone because the place was crawling with personal shoppers who soaked up the cashier's time and attention. I've never seen personal shoppers in a housewares store other than for people in wheelchairs, not even in a fancy housewares store.

Finally, someone came over to help. "Hi, can I help you?" said a sales associate with a bushy hairdo, mustache, and a name tag that read "Doug."

"Yes," I said, "we bought a range here and you delivered a totally useless cooktop"

Doug tilted his head to one side. "What was wrong with it?"

I pulled out the picture I took of the cooktop on my phone. "The piece of shit that called itself a cooktop had no dials and was made of window glass painted to look like quartz glass."

Doug had difficulty believing what I just said. He tipped his head to one side. "How would you work a cooktop with no dials?" he asked.

"By using the app that goes with it, which is also total shit," I huffed. It pisses me off that the manufacturer forces you to download a crappy app to restore functionality you expect to come standard.

"Oh, this?" Doug said as he pointed to the app on my phone, "Yeah, their app is super easy to use."

"Ya think?"

Doug began his bullshit-laden spiel. "well, it's free and -"

"No, it's not." I interrupted, "The app wasn't free and the subscription fee cost almost twice as much as our rent!"

"Well," Doug stammered, "you can control the cooktop from anywhere - "

I blinked at him. "Doesn't matter. This stupid app made you give it your social security number to set up two-factor authentication and your bank account to verify payment information. I have no idea how stupid people would be to use it," i said, "Worse, none of the materials online mentioned you'd need this to install the app."

"Why is it stupid?" Doug asked.

"I'm positive that this app harvests your data and sells it on the black market."

Doug still didn't get it. "What's your point?"

"My point is you didn't deliver the product you wanted and what you did deliver is useless." I said tensely.

Doug shrugged. "How is this my problem? I'm not responsible for what we sell."

"Yes, you are" I nodded, "You are a salesman. You are responsible for assisting the customer when the product fails to meet expectations." I can't believe I had to tell him his job.

Doug raised his hands. "Hey, it's not my fault your frustration tolerance is so bad," he said defensively. He did the human equivalent of a lazy pony that trots really fast when you ask him to canter and hopes you don't notice.

I started to lose my patience. I felt myself tense up and go up on my tiptoes. "I do not have bad frustration tolerance," I said. I struggled not to yell at him. "The same things that frustrate you also frustrate me. I'm just more vocal about what's bugging me than other people."

"Yes, but let me repeat myself here," Doug said to me, "I am not responsible for the manufacturer telling the truth, nor am I responsible for managing the customer expectations. My mandate is that I only get the thing out of the store."

"No," I corrected, "that's only half your mandate."

Doug nervously turned around. "I'm going to get my manager."

"Yes," I nodded, "please do, because you're clearly too stupid to handle this on your own."

The manager arrived but did nothing to help. "Is there a problem here?" she asked with a facial expression that suggested I pulled her away from playing League of Legends on company time.

I noticed her name tag read "Anna". "Yes, I bought a range and they delivered a cooktop that leaves loads to be desired and the salesman has done nothing to help me rectify why I've received a subpar product," I said.

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "Why should I deal with your frustration?"

"Because it's a question of customer service," I huffed. I tried not to yell at her because people who work in stores have shit jobs and it isn't fair to yell at people who are trying to help even though their pay and work environment is crap.

Anna shook her head and said, "No, you just can't cope with frustrations."

I could feel myself losing control. My mouth dried up and I started shaking and pointing indiscriminately. "I do not have any more of a problem coping with frustrations than the next person," I said unbelievably quickly, "What I have trouble coping with is Doug's inability to do his job!"

Anna leaned forward and talked down to me, "No, he does his job just fine, you're just a bitch with the frustration tolerance of a four-year-old."

There was no way I could get myself back down. I couldn't even leave the store. I just froze. While I stood there unable to calm myself down, she proceeded to record me on her phone

It slowly occurred to me that she egged me on in hopes she could get a good Karen video to post online and license the rights to the highest bidder. I tried to walk away before I could further humiliate myself, but my legs just wouldn't move. I know because I fell over just turning around.

In hindsight, I don't think it would have helped. "I'm putting that on YouTube!" Anna exclaimed triumphantly.

The video went viral. It spread like wildfire across social media platforms. It captured the attention of thousands, including my parents.

They came home from their business trip early so they could deal with me. Dad brought the suitcase in from the car. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what would come.

"We need to talk," Dad began as he slammed his large suitcase on the stairs.

"Lay it on me," I sighed as I sat down on the couch.

Dad walked into the living room, sat in front of me, and pulled up the video on his phone. "I saw this video of you giving the manager of the Karl Farbman Store a hard time about the range we bought," he sighed heavily in frustrated disappointment.

I didn't hesitate to defend myself. "Because it wasn't right, and they weren't doing their job," she retorted, her voice firm.

Dad pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of mounting frustration. "Harriet, this is why you need to check before you accept the order," he reasoned, trying to get his point across.

"It's not my fault they brought it while you were away," I responded with a touch of exasperation, "They said they were bringing it the week before you left."

Dad looked at me incredulously. His frustration broke through. "Then whose fault is it? Charles DeGaulle's?!" he exclaimed sarcastically.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "You weren't there!" I shouted, "Those morons were the exact opposite of helpful!"

Dad waves his hands horizontally. "It doesn't matter, Harriet," he grimaced, "The problem isn't the customer service at Farbman, the problem is you wear your frustrations on your sleeve, and that attracts the wrong attention."

I crossed my arms. "Not all the time," I protested.

Dad shook his head. "Harriet, when you deal with people, they see you express what's bugging you, and unfortunately, they take advantage of you so they can get a Karen video that they hope will go viral," he explained, "They set a trap, and you walked right into it."

My eyes narrowed. "Well, then, avoid those people," I shot back.

Dad shook his head. "You're going to be avoiding everybody if you do that," he retorted. "Retail workers make next to nothing, so what would you do if you saw someone who was upset, and you knew that you'd make ten times your yearly salary from the video of their meltdown?"

"Start looking for a better job?" I asked. I wasn't wrong.

"No. You'd egg them on and hope you got something explosive enough that you could license it to a content aggregator," Dad shouted like this was something that I should know, "Anyone who works in retail will natter at customers until they explode, but for most people, it doesn't post a problem because they don't express frustration as visibly as you do."

I hesitated before I said anything. Nattering at people until they blow up so you can make money off the footage of their tantrums didn't seem normal, but maybe I had just gotten lucky. "So, you're saying it's my fault that someone tricked me into misbehaving?" I questioned. How can the actions of someone else be my fault?

"No, Harriet," Dad said sharply, "it's your fault for taking the bait."

I mentally checked out. Nothing Dad said made any sense, so I picked up the Rubik's cube and tried to solve it.

Grandpa gave me the Rubik's cube just before he died. He asked me to solve this ordinary-looking but very special cube. I received no instructions on how to solve it, only a note that read: There are two kinds of people in the world - people who can solve Rubik's cubes, and people who just move the stickers around to make it look like you solved it. The latter are cheaters.

It's been a month. I'm nowhere near solving it. The mechanism would jam if I turned in a certain way. Unfortunately, turning it that way seemed to be a requirement to solve the puzzle. I tried so many other ways to avoid turning at the way where it got jammed, but nothing worked. It'd feel like I got somewhere but then I'd make an even bigger mess and have to start over.

Dad caught me struggling to turn the Rubik's cube. "You see? You're doing it again, Harriet."

"No, I'm not!" I grunted as I turned it as hard as I could.

To everybody's shock, the Rubik's cube broke apart after I turned it. If you turned it past the point where it jammed, the cube itself would open up to reveal the mechanism inside. I looked at the mechanism and saw it contained an SD card. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my jeans.

I haven't been able to sleep that night. At about 1 a.m. the next day, I got up and plugged the SD card into the computer. I noticed only one item: a wave file titled November-3-2002-Broadcast.

I clicked on the link, intrigued by the mysterious recording that awaited me. As the audio began to play, I realized it was a recording of an alien anthropologist calling into a podcast. The familiar voices of the podcast hosts greeted the extraterrestrial guest.

"Welcome to the show," the host chimed in. "What's up? You've reached our podcast."

The caller gave the people on the podcast the surprise of their lives. "Uh, yeah, my name is Jethré. I'm one of the many aliens studying your species, and I'm calling to lodge a complaint."

The host sat there with a confused look on his face, looking confused. "OK?" he responded casually. He thought it was a joke - people prank call podcasts all the time, especially in the fall.

Jethré quickly explained, "Your species needs to stop calling yourselves Homo sapiens. The term sapient means something specific: a sentient species. Many species of sentient aliens, ours included, do not consider humans sentient."

The host's disbelief turned into curiosity. "Why is that?" he asked. He seemed genuinely intrigued by the alien's perspective.

"Because you humans are unable to keeneetaa," Jethré responded.

While the host muttered "What the hell is keeneetaa?"; his co-host chimed in with a suggestion. "Is it the ability to evolve intelligence without destroying our environment?"

Jethré promptly dismissed the notion. "Nope, it's not that," xe replied.

The co-host's determination persisted. "How about the ability to power our big brains on a plant-only diet?"

I don't think any of those are right. It sounds like someone projecting their wishful thinking onto something they don't understand. It's more likely that keeneetaa is either a universal language understood by all members of a species, a connection to some psionic web of understanding, or some wacky dance with little kicks and thumbs.

Jethré finally told us what keeneetaa was supposed to be. "It's neither. Keeneetaa is the sound of something colliding with nothing." xe said.

It took me a while to figure out what something colliding with nothing was supposed to mean. "No Earth language has a word for the instantaneous realization that something magnificent doesn't exist."

The alien was right. No language on Earth has a word for that, not even German, and German has a word for everything. We do, however; have a story for it: the story of The Emperor's New Clothes.

I thought back to my debacle with the stove we bought from the Karl Farbman store. The salespeople went on and on about how fantastic the smart cooktop was, but I was the only one who saw it for what it was: nothing but garbage. I saw something everyone said was magnificent was really nothing.

Does this mean I am the only sentient human because I can keeneetaa? Only time will tell.

@sstrangeprompts

#writing #writers #writers on tumblr #short story #short fiction #tales of retail

[khaleesiofalicante]

I haven't come here to SCREAM about the last couple of chapters, so I'm here to fix it!

An incomplete list of the things I loved about chapter 48:

EVERYTHING OMFG

Lmao no but seriously: the first part was so hard to read but so worth the wait!! I was clutching my phone without being able to look away because it was so we'll written and it broke my heart all over agai!

Max calling him for hours till he answered bc "They have always been equally obsessed with each other"😭😭

"What else to do but be consumed by Max Lightwood-Bane?" PLS SIR STOP I'M ALREADY CRYING

The whole fucking scene where David's tells Mallory she won't win because she doesn't have what it takes to love Max and telling her that whatever she does, he will undo and he will find his way back to him. I shit you not, I've read that part at least 7 times by now. I'M OBSSESED

The bit with the knife. IT MAKES SENSE NOW AND I WISH IT DIDN'T. GET THIS BABY A BREAK😭. Also now I understand why he wore the long-sleeved tshirts because it made AJ cry :)

I read that someone had a theory that Lance returned for his pink pony and that was why he was at the house and why David threw it away and I would like to personally congratulate them for guessing it tbh bc for me it clicked s second before jdhdkd

I love the way we see David's pain and his trauma from his POV as something he's still trying to understand and work around and how that pain only answers to him, so doing all this by himself was kinda necessary.

When Max asked him if he loved anyone else other than him, the answer seemed so simple. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"I don't need a reason to love you. I never have. You existing is reason enough for me to love you." Stay with someone who loves you for the simple fact that you exist 💙

David moved forward at that. He didn't know how not to. I love how he thinks this or "How could he refuse?" "How could he say no to that?" "How could he deny when it was Max who asked?" In every universe because YES HE'S NEVER BEEN ABLE GO LET GO OF THIS MAN

The fact that David is always refered as "greedy" because he never has enough of Max is everything to me and in this essay I will-

The whole scene where David was touching Max HOLY FUCK IT WAS EVERYTHING I COULDN'T STOP READING IT AND AT THE SAME TIME I FEEL I MUST LOOK AWAY BECAUSE ITS SO INTIMATE!

AJ GOT THE ROLE!!! FUCK YES I'M SO PROUD OF MY BABY🥺🥺

The fucking white lilies tattoo😭 and the only blooming one being all around David's name. You really said I'm not done with flower symbolism and I love you for that💙

Arthur walking in on them and being like why yes this make sense they just had a heartfelt confession will be in my top ten favorite moments jdhsjsjsj

"Goodnight, mon ange" I'm in tears right now ok?!? It's the second time we've heard present David say it (the first one at the Maldives counts?) And it just turned into my favorite thing 🥺🥺🥺🥺

This was what it felt like to be alive. He had almost forgotten. David chuckled to himself and covered his mouth. HE FEELS ALIVE!! I AM BEING SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!

The wink at lbaf left me looking at my ceiling for like 15 minutes so I think that tells you everything you should know.

I loved everything about it. The way you give so much emotion and intensity to a chapter and the beautiful way you write it mean so much to me. Thank you for this wind story once again 💙

Thank you. I cri 🥺🥺🥺

Here is a song I listened to over and over when I wrote this chapter (especially when I wrote the flashback scene) - Indila - Tourner Dans Le Vide 

#IALS

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Monday 5 November 1832

7 ¾

11 ½

damp morning, recent rain, F49 ½° at 7 ¾ am breakfast with my father at 8 ¾ - shewed him coal plan – came up to my room at 10 – made notes of my fathers’ conversation respecting the coal – Charles Howarth came – settling with him then at 11 Miss Walker’s servant brought a basket of grapes for my aunt and note to me and the note that ought to have said yes or no     I opened it in agitation   little expecting to find it a mere evasion and all between us as undecided as ever    this note shall be copied into this journal by and by (vide below) I must now be off to see herself   and at any rate I will behave handsomely - Off to Lidgate at 11 10 - rained all the way there in ½ hour - a Mr Outram (Ootram) came almost immediately afterwards about lama-hair cloaks at 20/. a yard narrow broad cloth width, and staid about an hour - the last cloaks were only 12/. a yard but he had paid double for the material and the nest would be still dearer - at 2 ¾ Mrs Dyson and her son Thomas called for ¼ hour - she was nervous when we met but I looked calm and we soon got on tolerably   we kissed and she was affectionate as usual as far as I would let her   but tho’ my manner was at intervals cheerful and playful yet I would not go on quite as usual and consequently never attempted to touch her queer or anything of that kind as I am convinced I might have done I returned the purse with the yes at one end and the no at the other just as she had sent it    saying I could not leave to the decision of chance what ought only to be decided by her own heart  she felt the force of this remark    we both got attendries    and she begged me to give her a little more time   as I would not let her answer then in the affirmative    she said she could not say no and did not expect that I should have taken her note in that sense    as I told her I had done and thought it best to do    saying that I had thought of being off as soon as possible    but promised her more time for which she thanked me    and said I would stay then till after my rent day on the second of January    begging however that she would not require longer than the first of January for her decision   which she promised    I explained that she really was wrong in putting the thing as she had done   that a proud and honorable spirit could never brook such a strange trusting to chance   but here is the copy of her memorable note     I send the promised note for your perusal and correction   I have endeavoured to express myself in the most gentle and delicate manner possible and rather to imply than say what I really mean it is a most difficult note to write   and had it been possible I would rather have been silent for the present   until grief had become more subdued   for I would not willingly inflict any additional pain upon one who is already so great a sufferer nevertheless I must not compromise my own dignity and I feel that letter ought not to have been written to me    I find it impossible to make up my own mind for the last twelve months I have lived under circumstances of no common moment and with my health impaired and with vivid regrets of the past I feel that I have not the power fairly to exercise my own judgement    my heart would not allow me to listen to any proposals of marriage and this is in effect the same   I would simply go on and leave the event to God  and on these grounds I once thought of asking if you would act upon your * original intention and consent for us to travel together for a few months     again I feel this unfair to you I promised an answer    and I am at your mercy    I have written the words on a slip of paper and put them in the purse   I have implicit confidence in your judgement and if you still think it better to decide today   the paper you draw out first must be the word or if you prefer   let your good aunt draw   and then we neither of us decide    you may think this an evasive termination of my promise    forgive me for it is really all I can say    having heard you say that in one case I must give you up as a friend I find myself as incapable of consenting to this    as I am for deciding under my present feelings what is to be my future course of life    whatever may be the event I shall always remain your faithful and affectionate AW    I fear this will scarcely be at Shibden hall by eleven o’clock but there was a mistake about the grapes being sent   was it right to take this as no? at all rates I told her I took it so   and took the purse folded in the papers she had sent it and sealed it up in another paper with the seal she usually uses and just wrote on the back   ‘Mon[day] five November eighteen hundred and thirty two’   saying if you mean yes take out the papers and send me the purse again I told her I had not been prepared for her note of this morning either by her note of Saturday or by her  last words to me on Friday (she hoped we should meet again under happier circumstances) or by the lock of hair she had given    she said well she had thought of this   she would not have given it to anyone else! and who said I  could have asked it?   I said I could not now go back to * my original intention   it was too late   she had misled me however at unawares tho’ I did not blame her  it was an unlucky inadvertence that had led to all our present difficulties   there had been too many endearments and too great a tie between us for me to go back to what I had been thus I have tacitly put an end to our travelling together so long as she is undecided   why should I confine and gener myself probably for nothing? no no better an end of it at once  her friendship would be an useless pother   and Steph’s prudence not to recommend too hastily the going abroad  was as he said better for me   but she said she could not now stay at home to be pothered with Mr A-‘s letters and be without protection   she would gladly enough travel with me now    but why  run the risk of spending my time and money for nothing   I shall be better without her I can take Eugénie and go and live in a cottage near Grenoble and study and improve myself and save my money    proposed which Miss W- readily adopted an alteration in the conclusion of her letter to Mr A-  to say that as she had always so good an opportunity of hearing of him thro’ Miss Bentley all her inquires would be addressed to her thanked him for his kindness to her during the life of her much lamented friend and said nothing would give her more heartfelt satisfaction than to be able to be of use to him in any the smallest instance remain very truly and sincerely yours

 SH:7/ML/E/15/0140

 advised her about her coal lease to Hinscliffe and other business   asked when I should see her again she said Wednesday would not  ask Tuesday as it might now be too much and Miss Harriet Parkhill is coming on Thursday    asked me to breakfast on Wed[nesday] excused myself saying that would be too much like what used to be which it would be best for both of us to get off as soon as we could    she has never been able to eat anything solid since Friday but said she was quite another creature after seeing me    what will it end in?    on leaving her I repeated to myself come nerve yourself up and never mind and on getting home said well it is a narrow and perhaps a lucky escape thank God for all his mercies prepared my clothes for the wash dinner at 6 ¾ - afterwards till 9 ½ wrote all but the first 6 lines of today - much better for it - the mind more composed - I have asked myself once or twice  is this a sort of spell breaker?  should she even say yes at last   should I value it as much as if it had come more freely  ‘had it been earlier it had been kinder’ better be and end of it at once? went into the little room at 9 40 – came to my room at 10 35 at which hour F49° - rainy day but fine evening  fine and moonlight as I returned from Lidgate tho’ more rain afterwards

[hyunjinspark]

Omginks part 8 was insane!!! The eye contact from across the room was so intense, the way hyun caged her in, he even checked on her!!!! And don’t even get me started on the fact that he drank instead of kissing her, I can only wonder if he noticed the tears in her eyes after that. He definitely knows on Felix’s feelings for Y/n but now he 100% think Y/n feels the same. Also Hana is such a jerk from the big things like trying to get hyun to not like Y/n and even the small things like saying she’ll throw out Y/n’s dress. Hana gives me bad vides but I love this chapter with all my heart I can only hope that when hyun and Y/n eventually end up together that Felix is still her best friend. (Also if 🎡 isn’t taken I’d love to be that) -🎡

thank you for liking it !! the eye contact across the room got me thriving for years, and hand against the wall, favorite scenario 😩😩

maybe he did notice yns disappointment 😟

hyun is definitely aware of felix’s “affection” towards yn, and yes we can all hope that the friendship isn’t affected :(

yes you can be the ferris wheel anon, what a cute emoji, i didnt know it existed 🥹

#star lost with you #🎡anon

[throne-anguis]

*constantly rotates every moment Hikari's Curse takes him over in the Persona au, specifically when Kazan's betrayal occurs*

Just me thinking about how the Curse acts in contrast to Hikari. How much more outspoken he is and how much more willing he is to turn to violence. How it's cruel to others and taunts them.

It's just the contrast and how we still have to keep in mind that the Curse is still basically a Shadow but now the bounds it was kept in is now broken and now manifests as very intrusive thoughts that sometimes possess you.

It's the Curse but it's still so clearly Hikari in some form. Like I feel like he still has the same amount of jumpiness around fire. So when Partitio goes and does a fire skill to defend himself and the Curse recoiling ever so slightly. The Curse calling out Kazan not for the plan but calling him out because Hikari trusted him and he severed that trust. At least the Curse attacks people from the front.

Plus we get the lovely scene of the Travelers meeting the Curse for the first time formally and that's fun. Careful words being said and the awareness that they can't go all out because that's still Hikari. They can't go and risk hurting Hikari severely if they go all out.

Then when the dust does clear I think it's either because the Curse got defeated by the Travelers or, the more fun and slightly terrifying option, the Curse simply didn't view the Travelers as good opponents for a fight and surrendered because it got bored. Don't get them wrong they're much better opponents than that poor display that Kazan had but it isn't enough.

And then the moment Temenos tries to ask him questions, everyone just. Gets the realization that no. The Curse does not know anything beyond what Hikari knows. The only thing it does know other than Hikari is that it came from a piece of the Eternal Night and is now a part of Hikari. This is disastrous in terms of information regarding the Moonshade Order but goes and points them into the right direction of "Wait. Wait maybe the Curse isn't just a piece of Vide and is a lot more than that."

Anyways, worse time ever for everyone. Can 100% see Mindt asking "innocently" if everything came out okay to Temenos and Temenos just looks at her with the most tired expression ever.

THE TRAVELLERS MEETING THE CURSE FOR THE FIRST TIME. I love that. I can see Hikari's curse submitting and playing along out of 'boredom' whether there's underlying Hikari's will or not.

I can see Temenos getting into interrogation mode as an inquisitor when he learns about the depths of his knowledge. It's not some creature who knows all it's just an entity with violent intentions.

"MINDT" YOU CAN'T ASK THAT. She would just to taunt them. Picturing Temenos giving her a look here is hilarious.

#persona octopath au #octopath persona au #i am never putting anything in drafts again kiwi i found 2 old asks i never posted replies to i am sorry

[chettasia]

★ L’appel du Vide ★

When the chilly breeze blew in 1997 at Istanbul, exactly on the 14th of February, a lady was born beautifully. She was never close from being an ordinary woman, however, for everything she does has always been extraordinary since the very beginning. Her rosy cheeks, her lips, and her doe eyes truly depicted her parent's happiness back then. That sweet baby later will be given a name as Blanchett Anastasia de la Cruz by her parents which suited her divine beauty.

Her father is a native Philippines man named Thomas de la Cruz. He was met her mother, Catherine Ongkowidjojo—a native Chinese-Indonesian woman, when they were working together at Istanbul during winter in 1993, in an oil company to be exact. They got married and blessed with a beautiful daughter named Natalie Clarencia de la Cruz right after their wedding anniversary, 10 May 1994.

In the new millennium of 2000, Tasia's parents decided to move to Indonesia since Mr. Thomas had mutated to another new company's branch office, which located in Jakarta. Mrs. Catherine can't deny that but obeying her husband's will. She made a promise within her heart, that she will raise her two daughters with love and take care of them as best as she could.

"I feel blessed to have these two beautiful daughters here,"

Both Natalie and Anastasia attended in the same school, British School Jakarta to be exact, since at that time, their parent couldn't find any better school for foreigners like them. They grew up together and were known as iconic siblings at school.

Natalie won several prestigious awards due to her outstanding talent as a violist and already had her own concert at 18, while Tasia—or Taca if you're close enough with her, still focusing on finding what she wants the most in life. As a teenager, she experienced many episodes of identity crisis since she felt like lived under her sister's shadow.

Unlike her sister who more focuses with her talent development in arts, Anastasia devoted her heart and soul to learn more about science. She adored space and planets since she was a little child. When her friends want to have a latest Barbie for their birthday, she wanted a telescope instead.

"... I want to see how the stars collide in front of my eyes,"

But dream is still a dream. Unfortunately, as time goes by, she needed to obey her parent's will and burried her childhood dream deep, somewhere deep inside her psyche. She understands that everything is temporary, sometimes we need to give up something to have another better.

The little Anastasia now already became a fully grown up lady. Living her best life as a Psychologist and freelance model. Her life is getting much more better after she met Gijsbern, the love who offered her the whole world she never expected before. A ring is perfectly decorated her ring finger, as a form of the truest feeling from her fiancée.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❦

Footnote by Silke-Klåra:

Silke-Klåra has decided to use Ruby Jane as her muse to channel her thoughts through words. Ruby Jane herself was born in Seoul on January the 16th, 1996.

It is prohibited to steal any assets from Silke-Klåra since both Anastasia and this blog were never made as a free-source for everyone. We should respect each other's art instead of stealing it, aren't we? Though this is just a mere writing, but me, myself, considers this as my work of art.

I must clearly declare that anything that Anastasia does have no affiliation with BLACKPINK, YG Entertainment, or any other significant parties and made zero profit nor ever monetizing any action, be it in the past, present time, or even later in the future.

With much love and kisses,

Silke-Klåra.

[whatib]

I believe in Freedom of Speech

What I find most disturbing is that the employees that are banning people and companies are immature individuals(some are clearly in a bad place mentally) filled with hate against the world(for a million different reasons) and a lack of respect for others, and they're very short on a sense of humor.....they've made it clear they want to hurt others in order to get their "pay back" against society....I had some kid shut down my Youtube channel that had 317 videos on it just because I made one comment about the vaccine not working against Omicron. I wasn't preaching anything or telling anyone not to get the vaccine. I merely said that "I now know 19 fully vaccinated and boosted people that caught Omicron. I guess the vaccine doesn't stop Omicron" and boom the next day a decade of videos was taken down. I appealed and thank the Universe my channel was restored but then I had to comb thru all of my vides to see if I mentioned anything about Covid and just remove them from youtube. We ARE living in China, the Germany from WWII, and North Korea....and it's friggen scary as hell. This is why our forefathers founded this great country upon one concept...Freedom of Speech...because without it, you are in a stranglehold by your government with no recourse, and you will be sent to the Stalag when the hand comes down. We're giving the Power of the Hand to mere kids that don't have 40 or 60 years of experience on Earth which grants them the skill to understand other opinions and make good judgements with respect to the Holy Grail of Life...Freedom of Speech I've never voted in 57 years and never will, but I did support Democrats for basically 50 years until they burned my country down between 2016 and 2020. I will never trust a Democrat again for the rest of my life. These people are a cancer to society. They definitely have a warped view of the world when they condone and fully support saying things like F*** Trump but they freak out if someone says F**** Joe Biden. This one simple example shows me that there's a large group of people that don't understand the concept of "Fair Play" and without that you have a lopsided world that will be embattled in a struggle forever. Tolerance is the only way the world was able to get to where it is today, and the only way it will survive. I had to tolerate my mother calling me an idiot for 57 years in order for me to be the success I am today. Her hate for me made me not want to be her, and it made me the good person I am today, helping the poor, helping individuals with special needs, being a Special Olympics coach, developing software for people who lack computer skills, teaching computer skills to the elderly, giving jobs to people from other countries. Do I care if I hire a Muslim? or a Christian? or an Aheist? No, I understand that the world is full of billions of people with different beliefs, it's not my place to send them to the Stalag, or shut them out of the world. Everyone deserves a place in society, and they all deserve Love. Even if they hate President Trump or Brandon. (Brandon is still in office and he deserves all of the same teasing that all of his predecessors received until he leaves office....so don't cry, it's no big deal...it actually means nothing at all...once you can wrap your head around that, you'll finally move forward in life and you'll enjoy staring at the Moon and feeding the birds and the squirrels, and you'll finally be one with the Universe)

[michaelaferrell]

ASHOK!

Spotify Playlist or YouTube Playlist

Ashok! I wanted to invite you to my bachelor party next March in Indian Wells! No worries if you can’t make it (especially since you were just there!), but to celebrate I made you a lil' mix of songs you want played at your wedding, falsettos we've hit together, and songs we've ranked as the best of the last decade. Enjoy!

Intro — I mean, it will rightfully be the intro of any mix/list it's ever on

Trouble — Speaking of intros, an all-timer from J Hud on this one

I Want You — I remember being PUMPED when we discovered we both knew and loved this

Easy Love — Somebody was a little obsessed with this one...

Want You Back — Gotta give LÉON some love

September Song — YOU better have this mixtape on every weekend! Have it repeating!

Too Good — Had to pick one Drake song so I'm including Rihanna as well

Come Down — I will forever be in awe with how he sings and plays the drums so well AND at the same time

The Mack — Remember when I used to pretend that one of the shout-outs in the beginning was "Sous vide!" WELL I DO AT LEAST

Love U Better — We were all obsessed with this one for a LONG time

Famous — Don't sleep on Ty Dolla's pipes!

Weight in Gold — A falsetto for the record books that we got to see live

123 — Add it up? It equals 6, Jess

lovecontract — First dance at Ashok's future wedding!

Hula Hoop — Already put Cheerleader on Al's list, so I figured you'd be more than happy with the Hula-Hula-Hoop

Stay Next to Me — Had to have at least one Quinn song on here

Candyman — I have this linked too closely to M&M advertising in my head, but I still love it

In My Foreign — I'm remembering one specific Soulard weekend where we played this non-stop

One Touch — Cue blasting this song on that trolley in Chicago before Covid started

Truthfully — And cue singing this with me on an important night for me and Madison after a work party!

Bachelor Party Info!

[beantothemax]

alfyn meets whatever the fuck that shadow-hand thing was that was tormenting castti and ochette

“...fyn...”

Alfyn continued to trek through the woods, clutching his satchel tightly. He had no idea where H’aanit had gone, and he was honestly rather scared. He did his best to block out the screams of the voices in the forest, but it was growing harder and harder.

“What have you done to him!? YOU MONSTER!”

Alfyn flinched slightly, the rage in the woman’s voice sending chills down his spine.

“If you don’t... I’ll kill the boy.”

Miguel’s voice rang loudest of all, taunting and horrific in his ears, burrowing into his head and taking a spot next to the real Miguel. He still remembered the sight of him cleaved nearly in two, held together by strands of sinew- and the knowledge that it had been Alfyn’s axe that did that...

“You’re such a fucking dumbass. Don’t you ever think things through? I know you have a brain up there, use it!”

Alfyn kept walking, even though he wanted to give up. Lay down on the earth and let the shadows claim him.

He kept going, until the trees gave way to nothingness, barren and empty, shifting and molding into new desert forms, light and dark blending together and separating in a disorienting dance. And among the chaos, was a shadow- the same shadow that H’aanit and Linde had fought.

Alfyn’s grip on his satchel tightened, and one hand drifted to the handle of his axe.

The shadow took a new form- one of a vaguely familiar shape. Lyblac.

“I sense darkness in your heart, young apothecary... Tell me; what is that you did?” The shadow crooned, gently placing a hand under Alfyn’s chin. He was overcome with the desire to tell it everything- Miguel and Darius and the Redeye and G-

He sank his teeth into his tongue. He wouldn’t let anything else spill out. No more secrets would be revealed.

Lyblac’s shadow removed its hand, and smiled sympathetically. “You poor, poor thing... Come, join me. It is safe here in the darkness. It is warm. You will never know suffering again, my little apothecary...”

Shadows swirled around his limbs, weighing them down. He tried to fight, but his mind was hazy. Darkness clouded his thoughts, told him that he was a servant of the Shadow now. Bend his knee to Lord Vide, and embrace the night. Surrender himself not unto silent dusk, for the light shall-

“ALFYN!” H’aanit’s voice jarred him from his (his? Vide’s?) thoughts, and he sat bolt upright, H’aanit looming over him. “Alfyn, art thou alright? Thou were... not thyself. Dark shadows were swarming thee.” Alfyn clutched his throbbing head. “Y-yeah, I’m fine...” He murmured, heart pounding. What had happened? Had he hurt anyone (again)?

H’aanit stood up, bow drawn. “HARK, SHADOW! THOU HAS MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE TARGETING MINE FRIEND! FIE, ON YOUR GUARD, FOR I SHALL STRIKE THOU DOWN!” She screamed at the shadow, and Alfyn stood up, head already feeling better. “I’m fighting too. I’ve got a bone to pick with this fucker.” He unhooked his axe, and H’aanit offered him a smile. “Goode. Now we art truly prepared for battle. COMEN, IF THOU DAREST!” She challenged, and the shadow of Lyblac attacked.

vide using his memories of Miguel and his mistake to toment him… ow.

and now you’ve got me thinking of the 8path 1 travelers with crossed paths. like. IMAGINE. cyrus and tressa leaning about the starts and ophilia and therion solving mysteries?????? this is a goldmine.

#asks #we need more ophilia and therion friendship content in the world

[miss-wanna-write]

two au's i really wanna write and have vaguely fleshed out, both for enstars, is

1) EnKingdom AU

Despite nothing happening when he pinched himself, Mao was still willing to believe this was all just some weird dream. Just a weird dream influenced by him and Makoto talking about manga trends, and the rest of Trickstar making up a scenario based on them. Soon, Mao would wake up, back in his dorm, with his clothes, and his name, not staring at some historical fantasy version of his worst nightmare. Right?

the Kingdom of Estella is governed by four Duchys after the King went into seclusion following a scandal that shook the nation and affected all levels of nobility, and is in an unstable peace after the bloody purge.

with the next social season rapidly apporaching, change is just around the bend, and not just for the soon-to-be-debuts. with rumours of spirits and curses, a foreign diplomat and their entourage, and people who look the same but act different, the newly isekai'd isara just wants this all to be over so he can return to his idol life.

that's right, it's a villainess isekai starring mao! but with probably less focus on romance cause im bad at that lol. would also contain side stories about other characters who are less involved with the main story.

also contains: rarepair teasings, political intrigue, supernatural bullshit, and a mix of enstars femstars & trans hc's!

2) EnSummons AU

(my naming is so amzing and innovative www) (its working title was originally "EnStars AU's Are Not Valid Therapy) (i swear ive talked about it before but i cant find a draft for it)

The grounds of Yumenosaki are haunted, by the past, and by the ghosts who could not rest. Deep within the forest on the grounds stands a cenotaph that acts as a medium through which the dead can haunt the living, and through which the power of Summons is gained.

so this started out as a mirage sessions au, but then the names started sounding like jojo stands, which was like the opposite of what i wanted, and then i couldn't decided who i wanted specifically to have mirages or if they were gonna be unit mirages, which made me think about the kings from k project, and then i started thinking to incorporate the endless vide gundam april fools-

it's been a journey for this one. so Summons are, giant summons. once a unit passes the test imposed, they gain the approval of a summon who will then be their ally and can participate in Unit Battles, which is a special type of DreFes.

summons also give their units a power dependant on their theme and personality. for example, O Lady of War enables Shu & Mika to create marionette strings, but while Shu's are better at maneuvering others, Mika's allow him to contort his body past normal human limits.

the summons themselves also have two, arguably three, forms. the first is a more human sized form, which is only when they summon themselves to interact, like a pokemone releasing itself from the pokeball. then you have their Unit Battle forms, which range from between 3m to 5m in recorded height, and an alternate Unit Battle form known as their True Form, which are just a bit more inhuman and brutal, and all the cooler for it

#misswannatalk #ensemble stars #the false lady au #ensemble summons au