#however I may need to go pick up slacks we will see

[nightwardenminthara]

okie I got an in person interview scheduled w bookkeeping position after our phone call.

the pro of this is that it’s not an interview that calls for a suit 🤪 so I don’t have to deal w the dysphoria of only having a skirt suit

#however I may need to go pick up slacks we will see #have put on some Weight

[yuikomorii]

Happy Birthday, Ayato! ❤️

// Today is the golden boy’s birthday!! Sweet and spicy visual god, you are the reason of my unattainablly high standards… and also of my questionable financial decisions, lol.

This looks more like an Ayayui shrine than an individual Ayato one, but I couldn’t fit all the items in one pic, therefore I chose the ones that were the easiest to find in my room. :”)

Nevertheless… I did try to prepare a SCENARIO too! I used my nsfw edit as the cg, although I didn’t show everything. The romantic part is really cheesy and cringe, but if you’re into fluff, you will like that. 💕💕

~Operation: Ayato-kun’s birthday~

Yui: ( Haa… it feels as if there’s no ending to these anymore… )

( I woke up earlier today, hoping to finish all these exercises, yet I really can’t bring myself to understand how to solve them at all…! )

( My mind is completely in a whole different place right now. Today is Ayato-kun’s birthday after all. )

( Unfortunately, all the assignments kept me so busy this week that I wasn’t even able to bake a cake for him… )

( However, it’s still not too late for that, right? )

( Once I’m done with this page, I will definitely try my best to prepare it as soon as po—)

Reiji: Komori Yui, are you slacking again?

Yui: …!

R-Reiji-san!

( Oh no, he picked up my notebook! )

Reiji: Good grief, there are mistakes everywhere! Do I need to remind you that you are not permitted to bring disgrace upon the Sakamaki family as long as you reside under this mansion's roof?

Yui: Uuh… I-I’m really sorry, Reiji-san. I promise I’ll—

Reiji: Silence. I recently received your report card as well, and I must admit that I’m not pleased with your performance in the slightest. I was expecting such indifference from my brothers, but it’s rather disheartening for a human girl not to care about her education.

Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s not like I don’t care about school, but… simply put, the teachers have been giving us much too many tasks lately, and I find them quite difficult to solve, which stresses me out a little, to be honest.

Reiji: Hmph, excuses. I find it incomprehensible how such simple exercises cause you mental difficulties.

Nevertheless, I shall teach you then. Even if it requires the whole day to achieve that.

Yui: You will? Woah, thank you so much, Re— W-Wait, no! We can’t do that today!

Reiji: Pardon? Are you rejecting my offer to tutor you?

Yui: No, no! Not at all! It’s just that today is Ayato-kun’s birthday, and well… I would obviously want to celebrate it with him.

Reiji: Denied.

Yui: Eh—?

Reiji: You truly are a fool. Vampires show no interest in the day of their birth. Now, take a sit.

Yui: …

( I know Reiji-san is not in the wrong, but… I really do want to celebrate Ayato-kun’s birthday. That day may not be special to him but it’s so special to me. )

( Am I being selfish, I wonder…? )

*Timeskip*

Reiji: It appears that you’re finally able to understand how to solve this exercise. The next ones are similar to it, therefore there shouldn’t be any obstacles.

Yui: Yes, I see…

( I appreciate Reiji-san’s help, yet too many hours have passed by and baking a cake from scratch is not possible anymore… )

Place: Living room

Yui: ( Hmm… apparently I still have enough pocket money to buy a cake. I know a self-made one would have been more meaningful, but I really couldn’t… )

Kanato: Yui-san, are you spacing out?

Yui: Eh—? Ah, Kanato-kun, I didn’t see you there. I’m fine, but I’m a bit in a hurry, so… see y— Kya!

( He grabbed my wrist! )

Kanato: You’re going to buy a cake for my brother, aren’t you?

Yui: Uhh… well yes, I mean, it’s his birthday after all.

Kanato: My birthday was yesterday and I didn’t see you get any cake for me, nor for Laito. Teddy thinks you forgot about us. Tell me, Yui-san, is that true?

Yui: T-that’s not it!

Kanato: So you’re going to buy a cake for me as well after all? I might forgive you if you do that.

Yui: ( What did I get myself into…! I’m sure Kanato-kun will throw a tantrum if I say “no”. )

But… I don’t think I got enough money for two cakes.

Kanato: Please don’t worry about that, Yui-san, I know my ways. Or what, are you doubting me now?

Yui: …!

— shakes head —

Kanato: Good, now let’s go.

Place: Demon World Cake shop

Yui: Woah, I’ve never seen such big cakes before!

Kanato: Please don’t shout. Your looks already make you resemble a servant, you don’t have to act like one as well.

Yui: ( Hey, that’s mean! )

Cake shop owner: Welcome, how can I help you?

Yui: We’re searching for a birthday cake, but uhm… one a bit smaller than the ones displayed here, if possible.

Cake shop owner: Any flavor you got in mind?

Yui: ( Speaking of flavor, I don’t think Ayato-kun has ever told me anything about his favorite. He would probably say Takoyaki but a Takoyaki cake… that doesn’t feel right. )

I think he likes straw—

Kanato: Raspberry!

Cake shop owner: Wonderful! We just finished a raspberry cake a few minutes ago!

— brings cake —

Yui: ( It truly looks delicious…! Besides, it’s red as well, which is Ayato-kun’s favorite color, so I believe he would truly like this one! )

Kanato: Alright, we’ll take it!

Place: Mansion

Yui: Phew, I’m glad the cake didn’t get crushed on the way.

Kanato: It’s time to eat!

Yui: Wha—! No, Kanato-kun, you can’t!

Kanato: Excuse me, but who do you think you are? This is my cake, therefore I’m allowed to eat it whenever I want!

Yui: W-Well, don’t you want to wait for Ayato-kun too? This way, you two will be able to eat it together like bro—!!

(He pushed me in the cake!?)

Kanato-kun, why did you do this!?

Kanato: You ruined the cake!

Yui: Me!? But Kanato-kun was the one who pushed me there!

Kanato: Teddy says you’re annoying, and I agree. Now how will you fix your mistakes?

Yui: ( I can barely see anything…! )

Kanato: Fufu, look at her Teddy! She’s full of cake from head to toe! Now, let’s give it a taste che—

Yui: You can’t!

— moves cake away from him —

Kanato: I can!

— moves cake back —

Yui: No!

— moves cake away —

Kanato: Hmph, just give up already, will you!?

— pushes her away —

Yui: Wait, no—!!!

???: Oi, what the—!

— cake falls on them —

Kanato: Noooo, the cake!!!! Ngh, this is no fun anymore!

Yui: Uuh… Why is the floor so soft…?

Ayato: ‘Cause it’s not the floor, you idiot.

Yui: Ah! A-Ayato-kun!

Uhh… Happy birthday…~?

Ayato: Geez, c’mere, you’re an even bigger mess.

— picks her up —

Place: Bathroom

Yui: ( This is so embarrassing…! )

Ayato: Haa… You’re finally not covered in cake anymore.

Yui: I… I’m sorry…

Ayato: Huh? What are you apologizing for? I’m not mad that you dropped that cake on me.

Yui: That’s not the only thing I’m sorry about…

If it weren’t for my carelessness, you would have gotten a nice birthday, but now… you don’t even have a cake anymore.

( Ah, I’m feeling as if I’m about to cry right now… )

Ayato: Hey, c’mon that’s not worth the tears. I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t care about my birthday, so there’s no need to worry about such stuff.

Yui: Maybe you don’t care about it but… I do. I know that I’m about to sound selfish, but your birthday is very special to me. It represents the day you were born and I… I simply can’t imagine not celebrating it.

Ayato-kun is important to me, therefore that automatically makes his birthday important to me too.

Ayato: You klutz…

— hugs her —

Yui: W-Wha—! Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Seriously, are all humans really that sentimental? Or does this only apply to cute girls like you?

Yui: …!

(He… he called me cute! )

— blushes —

Ayato: The day’s still not over, y’know? There’s still time to celebrate it if you’re really that obsessed with it.

Yui: …! So, are you really okay with that?

Ayato: Yeah? If I weren’t, I would have told you, idiot. On top of that, it’s not like I got anything better to do anyway.

Now tell me, Chichinashi, what exactly do you have in store for today?

Yui: Hm… uhm… nothing comes to my mind at the moment, but for now… I can’t say I mind spending time like this with Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Heh~? You suddenly don’t mind being in my arms while naked?

Yui: P-Phrasing it like that…!

Ayato: Well, if that’s the case, then… you wouldn’t mind if I sucked your blood either, right?

Yui: Go ahead.

Ayato: Hah? No talking back? Are you really that easy to convince today? Or, could it be that you finally admit enjoying the pleasure these fangs give you?

Yui: It’s not only about your fangs, Ayato-kun. I really like you as a whole.

I wasn’t even able to find a gift for you, therefore giving you my blood is the least I can do.

Ayato: Heh, I see… I don’t need your blood as a gift though.

Yui: You don’t…?

Ayato: Nope, ‘cause I already got the best gift ever.

Yui: Is that so?

( Did someone already give him something for his birthday? If that’s the case, then who could it be? )

( Ah… I guess I’m just overthinking, but now I’m really curious. )

Ayato: You really wanna know, don’t you? It’s already written on your face.

Are you getting jealous~?

Yui: T-That’s…—!

Ayato: Pfft, you really did get jealous, huh?

Yui: ( Ugh… he’s making fun of me now! )

Ayato: Anyway, there’s no need to. After all, the best gift I’ve ever gotten…

It’s you, Yui.

— Smooch —

The end

#diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #Yui komori #komori yui #dialovers #admin #my edit #(I hope I wrote Reiji and Kanato well) #(they were fun to write at least) #my merch

[sweatandwoe]

How do you think Terzo and Copia would react to a pregnant reader??

I went with the assumption they got Reader pregnant, but have two lil drabbles for each of them. (I

Tags: MDNI, Terzo x F!Reader, Copia x F!Reader, pregnancy, comfort, not exactly hurt/angst but it might be?, more fluff, suggestive but not NSFW, slight breeding kink mention

-

TERZO

-

"Tesoro, you've been in there for a long time." There's a pause outside the door, and Papa Emeritus the third adds on in a softer tone. "Is it that time? You were late on your cycle-"

"Terzo," you call back through the door, holding the piece of plastic in your hand. Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, back against the tub. Your hands are trembling, because this was, well this was not in either of your plans. "Can you come in?"

He takes a moment, a slight hesitation before he turns the knob. Terzo looks stunning as always, even without his Papa paints, black hair falling gracefully along the sides of his face. "Tesoro, what is-" His mismatched gaze catches onto the small piece of plastic in your hands. You can watch in real-time as his body goes slack. "Oh."

"Yeah." You agree, watching as he slides down onto his knees. However, he doesn't remain stagnant on them, quickly crawling over to you. Shock is clear on his face, but he doesn't look upset. Gingerly he guides your hand, not touching the stick, just to view it a little better.

His voice is very small when he speaks, so different than the usual loud and proud Papa. "Positive."

Your shoulders shake. "Yeah."

Fingers are quick to move, and soon you find him sitting to your left, drawing you close. Your own fingers are quick to clutch against him, plastic dropped to the floor in favor of holding onto him. For a few minutes, you both don't say anything, just remaining in this position.

"Tesoro," Terzo finally says, "How do you feel about-" He can't find the words, and instead waves his free hand toward the stick. "This?"

"I don't know," You confess honestly. Children, starting a family, despite your relationship going on for so long, wasn't something you had discussed. You knew as Papa, Terzo would have to pick a Prime Mover someday, but you hadn't been sure if that would be you. "I really don't know."

He understands, at least you're quite sure he does from how he places both hands on you. Practically drawing you into his lap so he can try to keep both arms around you. "Whatever happens, amore, I'll be here with you. I will support you, si? I will always be here."

You nod, feeling your shoulders relax. Eyes falling close, you let yourself fall into Terzo's warm embrace, thinking about what to do next.

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COPIA

-

He's with you in the bathroom shortly after you take your test, peering every thirty seconds at the plastic stick. His excitement only helps fuel your own, though there is a wariness there. This would be the fourth test you've taken since you had both decided to try for a family. The last three had been negatives.

"Copia, it will still need another couple of minutes." You say, sitting on the edge of the tub.

"I know, cara mia. I know." He stands up straight then, stretching out his spine while he looks at you. There's a warm spark in his mismatched eyes. "I'm just - I'm hopeful, cara."

"I know," You understand, smiling up at him. Despite your own want for children, you gaze at him and can see the lines beginning to crease into his skin. The silver growing at his temples, that Copia had wanted this for so long, just waiting for the right partner - "I am too, dear."

He comes over to you then, both hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your head upwards. Copia is then leaning forward, crouching slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. "And if it doesn't take," his eyes are warm, not once losing his excitement about this, "we can always try again."

You grin, turning your head to kiss his palm. "I think I may know your favorite part of this process."

That warm spark is quickly melting into a deeper heat while he moves his kisses down your face, speaking in between presses of his lips to your skin. "How could it not be? The thought of filling you until it takes-"

There's a ding from your phone that interrupts your heated affections from going any further. Mainly as Copia leaps away from you, rushing over to the sink. And then he stands there, frozen.

Slowly you rise and move to look over at the stick.

Two lines rest on it. Pregnant.

You try not to let excitement or joy take over, because - "It could be a false positive."

"Take another one."

So you do, a different brand just to be safe. This time you both wait in silence, twiddling your thumbs until the timer goes off and then you both peer down again.

Pregnant.

All at once Copia's arms are looping around you, swinging you carefully around, while you laugh and wrap yourself around his shoulders.

Parents. You're going to be parents.

"I love you," you tell him once he sets you back down.

His gaze softens and he's kissing you next. A brief but sweet kiss. "I love you too, cara mia." Then he's tugging you closer. "I think I know the perfect way to celebrate too."

"Oh?" You grin, dragging your hands up his chest. There's a slight shudder that goes through him at the motion, that has your grin widening. "Do tell."

#terzo x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv

[bunniekittiee]

I headcanon that when Johnny was a teen, he got a dog, but due to unfortunate events he experienced his first heartbreak. This is a little short but I’m trying to get back into writing as him. He may be a little ooc but idc.

Warnings: Animal Death, death descriptions, blood, a little gorey, angst

“That is an extra mouth to feed, ya’ stupid boy! Ya’ better leave it there.” Drayton scolded as Johnny was kneeled down on the dirt ground. He was looking over a puppy that wandered into the Sawyer’s property. Johnny assumed someone dumped it out in the back roads which angered him.

“Get off my back, will ya’? I ain’t leavin’ it out here to die.” Johnny said as he gently picked the little animal up. It curled towards his chest and looked up at him with big eyes. He could not help but smile. It was too cute.

“Wait until yer’ mother hears about this boy! She ain’t goin’ to be happy about this.” Drayton said as he stormed off to call Nancy. Johnny ignored him. He was going to keep it whether Drayton liked it or not.

Johnny was at the Sawyer home to fix a few things up that had broken down, along with some trap mechanism that’s needed to be worked on. The family needed to eat.

The Slaughter boy was sixteen, and he learned how to fix most stuff up on their property from Drayton. Despite his age, he got around fairly well. He was just passing his knowledge onto Johnny who would eventually take the wheel when he was older. Managing and fixing things up on his own. ‘A boy has to become a man somehow’ is what Drayton told him.

Nancy almost turned down the puppy Johnny found. She was never one to keep animals, let alone let her son have any. It was extra work and along with taking care of their own property, a dog would only distract Johnny. Just like a girlfriend would distract him as well. She had come over soon after Drayton called her.

“Johnny, we can’t keep her.” Nancy said while Johnny held the puppy protectively. “Havin’ a dog is only going to distract ya’. They make messes, they are loud, they smell, they need a lot of care. That is somethin’ ya’ are not built to do.”

He frowned. “Mama, I don’t ask for much. I just want her. She found me. She has a purpose. I’ll take care of her.”

“But will ya’ really, Johnny?” Nancy sighed. “Ya’ can make all these promises but I don’t see ya’ takin’ care of the animal.”

“I will take care of her. I already like her a lot, and she’s been sweet to me this whole time.” The pup playfully licked his cheek which made him smile. Nancy would be a liar if she said that seeing that smile on his face made her upset. She could tell he developed an attachment to her. “I‘ll take care of her, I promise ya’. Please Ma.”

She was quiet for a moment and sighed again. “Alright alright, fine. But if ya’ slack off on takin’ care of her, she’s goin’ back where ya’ found her.”

Johnny grinned wide and ran off to show Bubba his new puppy. Bubba clapped and gently cradled the small animal with Johnny supervising. He thought the small creature was very cute, and he squealed in excitement when the puppy started to play with him. Sissy watched from the couch and admired how Johnny was able to convince his mother to let him keep an animal. She thought Nancy would have been firm on her decision.

Drayton, however, was unhappy. “Ya’ do realize yer’ goin’ to create heartbreak for that boy when somethin’ happens to that dog.” He told Nancy as she waved him off.

“The dog is a puppy. She has a long while before she passes. Don’t tell me how to parent my child, Drayton.” She replied back with irritation. Drayton huffed and went back to the kitchen, still annoyed about their interaction.

Johnny kept true to his word. He fed Dahlia, bathed her, played with her, took her everywhere he went, and cleaned up after her. Nancy was impressed how careful and helpful he was with Dahlia. She thought he would eventually stop, but he never did. He continued his care.

He was twenty one now, and the German Shepherd was five. They always talk about how a dog is a man’s best friend, but truly, Dahlia was Johnny’s best friend. She was there for him throughout many of his life events, some good and some bad, and she comforted him in her own ways. Johnny loved her more than life itself. She always followed him to the pasture and helped wrangle up traps or any of the farm animals that had gotten loose.

He had been on many hunts now at the age he was at. He was experienced, and he usually kept Dahlia away from it, but sometimes he let her follow him. Dahlia was a great hunter and attacker, having experience with killing animals and practicing this on humans. She was fairly large for a German Shepherd, something Johnny admired as her size intimidated anyone that came across the property, whether it was the Sawyers or Slaughters. They never wanted to approach her, and she could be quite aggressive towards strangers. But to Johnny, she was the sweetest girl ever. She often sat in the passenger seat of his truck when he ran errands, head sticking out the window and tongue out. She was a very happy dog, for Johnny made sure she had everything she needed.

Another hunt was happening at the Sawyer home, and Johnny was preparing for it as Drayton had warned them that kids from the gas station were coming to their home. He was not too far behind them, of course. Light was dissipating into darkness as Johnny set up a few more electrical traps. Now he had to go into hiding and find a good time to strike.

Dahlia was very good as sneaking around, and she was very quiet when there was a hunt. So Johnny was never concerned about having her give up his hiding spots. Plus, when she wandered off, she did some of her own takedowns that Johnny thought was impressive.

That was, until that fateful night. He dearly wished he could go back and change it.

God wanted to strike Johnny down, and he did so in the worst way possible.

It was nearing the end of the hunt where there were only about three people left, and the family was picking them off one by one. Dahlia had wandered off from Johnny’s side, and he was a little worried because by now she would have came back to him or he would have at least seen a glimpse of her.

But he didn’t, and that made him more anxious. He had seen Sissy and Bubba more than he saw Dahlia.

Looking around, he tried calling her name out quietly while also looking for victims. He didn’t hear any sounds, only the small rustling of the trees from the wind. He chewed on his lip.

Snarling and barking, he snapped his head in the direction and sprinted to the sounds. Dahlia had sunk her teeth into a victim who thrashed around on the ground screaming. She kicked at Dahlia but the dog did not falter her grip.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Johnny yelled angrily at the woman as he approached her. “Don’t ya’ fuckin’ dare kick my dog!” He jabbed his knife into her stomach as Dahlia shook her head wildly. Flesh ripped and blood splurged all over her. The victim continued her screaming as Johnny kneeled down to get his knife and shooed Dahlia off of her. He could finish the job. Dahlia listened, but as Johnny went to stab the victim once again, Dahlia whined and cried out.

Snapping his head up, he saw that one of the other victims had stabbed into Dahlia’s chest with a bone shard. Johnny felt his stomach churn as he quickly got to his feet, throwing himself at the man who stabbed his dog and started to beat the living hell out of him. Blood and teeth flew in every direction as Johnny bloodied his fists on the man’s face. His rage coursed through his body. How dare he touch her? Hurt her. Stab her.

His breathing was uncontrollable, and he did not stop until the whines of Dahlia snapped him out of his beating. Hurrying to her side, Johnny felt himself panic.

“It’s okay girl.” He cooed. “You’ll be okay. It’s okay, I got ya’.” Dahlia panted as her eyes darted from Johnny and the ground. The wound was bleeding in large amounts, and Johnny had the feeling that it was a fatal wound. “I promise ya’ it will all be okay.”

When he went to go touch the wound to inspect it further, she screamed, as much as a dog could scream, when he barely touched it. He retracted his hand quickly, and he felt the overwhelming sense of sadness. “Stay with me girl. It will be okay. You’ll recover. And I’ll take ya’ out to the pasture and play ball with you like we always do. You’ll be okay.”

“I got the last one!” Sissy exclaimed as she approached Johnny. Her face fell as soon as her eyes landed on the two of them. “Is she okay?” Sissy kneeled down on the opposite side of Dahlia and looked at Johnny.

“I don’t know.” Johnny replied. But he knew, he knew she was not okay. She was fatally wounded. She would not survive this, and he knew that. He didn’t want to believe it, but it was true. Johnny pet her bloodied fur to calm Dahlia down, but her breathing was fast and short. She looked at Johnny and stared at him. Almost thanking him for the good years he had given her. How good he treated her. How much she loved him.

Johnny’s hands trembled slightly and he felt overwhelming emotions. Anger, sadness, but loss. “Stay with me Dahlia. You’ll be okay. Come on, this is nothing.” She continued to pant and whined again. Sissy rubbed between her ears and watched as the life left Dahlia’s eyes by the minute. Johnny did not want to cry in front of his family about her, but he had a difficult time trying to hold it back.

“This is nothing, it will be okay.” Her eyes began to flutter as the pants slowed down, and eventually, she stopped breathing. “Dahlia.” Johnny shook her aggressively but she did not move. “Don’t leave me! You can’t leave me. Dahlia!”

Bubba was running over to the sounds of Johnny’s yelling and when his eyes laid upon the dog, he began to panic. He grunted and whined as he looked over Dahlia and figured out that she had passed on. He couldn’t help but get emotional as Bubba adored animals, especially Dahlia.

Johnny picked up her stiffening body, carrying it to the Sawyer home where he entered quietly with Sissy and a crying Bubba in tow. Nubbins and Chop Top came to see what the ruckus was about. They were able to tell what happened as Johnny laid her body on the table.

“What are ya’ doin’ boy?” Drayton yelled as he entered the room. “Get the damn dog off the table!” Sissy shot him a dirty look while Bubba blubbered quietly. Drayton looked at Dahlia, and he saw her bleeding wound and unmoving body. “Oh no…”

Johnny tuned Drayton out. He could not believe it. He felt like he was in a nightmare, but it was his reality. “She can’t be gone…”

Chop Top and Nubbins fidgeted silently as they knew better than to speak while Johnny was in disbelief. They all stayed silent.

“I think it’s best we give them space. Go on, git.” Drayton said as he shooed the others out of the room, as well as himself. It was best to give them space. A boy was mourning his dog, his best friend.

Johnny was silent. He ran his fingers through her fur as her warmth began to fade, her body now going into rigor mortis. The stiff limbs stuck out. He felt his eyes water, and now he could not hold back his tears. He was a quiet crier, and his tears landed onto her fur as he felt his pain become exposed.

She was gone. There was nothing else to it. Dahlia was nothing more than a dog corpse now, but she was once so full of life and joy hours prior.

Yet here she was. Lifeless.

Was this how victims felt when they found their friends, all mutilated and dead in the Sawyer home?

Was this how their families felt as their bodies were never recovered? Lost to time itself.

He did not like this feeling. He had never experienced it before, and he hated it. The feeling of loss and grief. Johnny laid his face into her fur, crying into her as he held her body. No one bothered him that night. He was alone.

Nancy comforted Johnny as soon as she found out what happened. She was sad that her Johnny was now experiencing such a strong emotion at the age he was at. She felt that it was unfair.

Drayton did not have the same compassion. Although he was nice enough to give Johnny his space that night, he was not nice to him when speaking about it.

“I told ya’ mother about keepin’ a damn pet. All they do is cause pain. She should’ve listened to me, but now instead ya’ are distracted and emotional.” Drayton complained as Johnny stared at the wall. “I told her that damn dog would create heartbreak. But here we are.”

Johnny was going to bury her originally, but Nubbins insisted on letting him take her body. The Slaughter boy was skeptical.

“The hell do ya’ plan on doing with her?” Johnny asked him with attitude. “Ya’ fuckin’ freak.”

“Ya’ will r-regret those words wh-when ya’ see what I p-plan on doin’.” Nubbins insisted as he narrowed his eyes.

And Johnny was surprised. Nubbins and Bubba had taken her bones and created special jewelry for Johnny. Some with her teeth and other parts of her bones. But what really got to him was the one that was engraved with her name.

He thanked Bubba and Nubbins, quiet as he was in awe of the kind act. This told them that Johnny was truly appreciative of the gifts they have given him.

Johnny wore the jewelry all the time. There was never a moment he did not wear it. He always carried some part of Dahlia with him. Chop Top has given Johnny the rest of her body as they did not use all of her, and Johnny buried it on the Slaughter property. It was an emotional ordeal, but he knew that she was okay wherever she was at.

He marked her grave with something so he knew where to go when he wanted to sit by her or talk to her. He left toys for her at her grave. It comforted him to do these things.

Johnny swore to himself he would never own another dog again. Sometimes he got the urge to have another one, but when he thought about Dahlia, he knew it was better to not have one.

He could not bear to lose another. It was too much for him.

A boy never gets over his first dog. It is very painful. And Johnny never did get over her.

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #tcm johnny #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #tcm bubba #bubba sawyer #tcm sissy #sissy tcm #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter #black nancy #tcm nancy

[wandaluvstacos]

Drawing Hand Positions on Riders

horse girl tip for artists! This is not how you draw hands on reins!

I think animators draw it like this because it's easier to animate hands in one place, but this would actually be a terrible and maybe dangerous way to ride if your horse is not highly trained to respond to leg/seat cues. ESPECIALLY with your elbows cranked back.

The correct way to ride (with contact) involves a straight line from the horse's mouth to your elbows. There shouldn't be slack in the reins, generally (there are some exceptions, such as some western disciplines, but we're talking generally). This allows you to have a full range of movement with your elbows, either back or forward, to stop your horse or give your horse its head.

Best Practices

In English, reins are held between the pinky and ring finger. This allows the pinky to make smaller, gentler motions as a signal to the horse and is the best way to create that straight line from the horse's mouth to the elbow.

So Western riding presents a lot of exceptions to these rules, but a) Western riders don't always ride without contact, especially during training and b) the same principles apply, just in a different format.

Western riders who use two hands still use the reins between the pinkies and ring fingers

The reason this might change is to neckrein, which doesn't require contact with a horse's mouth. However, it maintains that line from the reins to the elbows, even with these variations. The trick is that one CAN pick up contact if necessary.

The Wrong Way

Reins being primarily held between the thumb and forefinger. This breaks the straight line from the horse's mouth to your elbow. Pulling back this way will force your hands down at the wrist, putting pressure there instead of at the elbow, where you have much better range of movement and strength.

Resting the hands on the horse. When a horse puts its head up, this breaks the straight line from bit to elbow. The reins must be able to move with the horse's head.

JUMPING

I see a lot of people draw riders on horses jumping, and I get that it's a hard thing to draw to begin with, but one important thing to note is that in jumping there's what we call "the release". There are two types of releases.

Automatic Release

This involves never losing contact with your horses's mouth. Generally the hands are to the side of the horse's neck. They will never be on your horse's withers, as shown in the Horseland pic from the top of the post. The thing about jumping is that the horse has to be able to stretch itself forward and back, so you have to be able to let your hands move with the horse's face, all while maintaining contact, because a horse will need balancing over a jump. They don't always get it right.

Crest release

This is considered more of an "amateur" release, for people who don't have the steadiest hands while jumping. But if a horse has an awkward jump, it's better to get your hands off their mouth than it is to sit back and pull, so you can stow them on top of the horse's neck. This allows you to still have contact when you land while also ensuring you aren't yanking on your horse's mouth over the jump.

The position going over the jump depends on what stage of the jump the horse is in. The liftoff will require a forward seat.

At the center of the jump, the position should be more centered.

And the landing requires a leaning back position, with feet swinging forward to brace against the stirrups for landing.

One bonus thing... leg position! There's a straight line, from ear to shoulder to hip to heel. The angle of the knee may change depending on discipline, but even if you look at jockeys, their heels and hips are in line.

#dropping that horse knowledge #drawing tips #horses #tutorial

[spectacled-renegade-writes]

An Early Start - Chapter 4 - Danny Phantom

Ao3: Here | Chapter 1: Here

Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 4:

Danny didn’t know when it happened but at some point, he stopped thinking of himself as a human that was part ghost, and instead thought of himself as a ghost that was part human. Maybe it was living in the Ghost Zone, but being a ghost just felt much more comfortable. He no longer feared this part of himself but instead embraced it. He embraced all of it. Around the time Danny realized he started thinking of himself as a ghost was around the same time the Ghost Zone began to feel like home. A lot happened in that time.

Once Danny learned to control his powers, Clockwork began to pass on the rest of his knowledge. He sat with Danny at the top of his tower, overlooking the Ghost Zone, and asked, “What would you like to learn today?���

The possibilities were overwhelming, endless. Danny couldn’t possibly begin to decide. So Danny replied, “Everything.”

So, that’s exactly what Clockwork did. He began simple. Danny was four. Clockwork taught him how to read.

It wasn’t until they began the speaking portion of it, verbally sounding out the letters, that Danny began to struggle, and he couldn’t understand why. Clockwork saw his frustration begin to grow but remained patient, even at the point when Danny threw his book across the room with a growl.

“Danny.” Clockwork stated calmly.

“I hate this!” Danny yelled. “I wanna learn something different!”

“Danny,” Clockwork repeated evenly. “I have taught you to read, so we may begin to learn something new if you’d like. However, I must ask, are you aware of why you find yourself struggling with the spoken portion of this lesson?”

Danny crossed his arms. “Because I’m dumb.”

“No,” Clockwork shook his head. He glided over to the far side of the room and picked up the book Danny threw. “It is because you have not used your human voice in six months.” Clockwork waited patiently for a response but when he received none, he turned back around. There Danny stood, his crossed arms gone a bit slack.

“But…” Danny swallowed. “I… talk to you every day.”

“Indeed, you do.” Clockwork agreed. “However, the language you speak is the language of ghosts. Before this lesson I often wondered if you were even aware you were doing it.”

Danny readjusted his arms so they were holding himself instead. “I’m speaking a different language?”

“You are.” Clockwork confirmed.

“But… I don’t feel like I am.”

Clockwork floated to him and handed back the book. “The language you have been using is called Ghost Speak. It is a language every ghost innately knows, and naturally speaks. Ghost Speak does not require the use of vocal cords, the part of your body used for human communication, so they have become deteriorated from disuse. To speak a human language, a ghost must think consciously to do it.

“You, however, are a special case." Clockwork continued. "Since you are half human, you still need your vocal cords in ways that full ghosts don’t. Unless you practice, you will lose the use of your vocal cords permanently.”

Danny thought about this. He could talk to Clockwork and the other ghosts he’s met just fine, and if he’s stuck here, he didn’t see much of a point if he's never going to use it again anyway. This is his home now and he is the only human in his new home. He looked up at Clockwork and said, “I want to learn something new.”

“As you wish,” Clockwork replied.

Danny began to learn many things. History, science, mathematics, music… the list was as truly endless as the depth of knowledge Clockwork carried. But, it was a long time before Danny touched language again. However one day, a while later, after Danny’s frustrations were long since forgotten, Clockwork sat Danny down for another lesson and said, “You know, little one, if you are interested, humans also have languages of their own which do not require vocal cords.”

Danny perked up. “How?”

Clockwork smiled and held up his hands. “Clever, humans are, they call it sign language. They speak with their hands for those who cannot hear.”

Danny’s eyes sparkled, he didn’t know such a thing could exist. “Teach me.” He said. “Please.”

So, Clockwork did.

-

As Danny grew, and his personality began to form, he became increasingly lonely. The Ghost Zone was lonely. Through the years, he tried many a time to make friends with the numerous ghosts he encountered, but every attempt was all for naught.

After his first encounter with Skulker, word spread quickly through the Ghost Zone that the young halfa was the ward of Clockwork. No one who knew this wanted to be near him, and everyone knew it. They were afraid of him. They feared potentially upsetting Danny and by virtue, Clockwork, and no one wanted to face Clockwork's wrath.

So, Danny remained lonely, and spent most of his free time in the library of the Ghost Writer, one of the few ghosts with whom he had a pleasant relationship with, yet wouldn't go so far as to call it a friendship, and spent his time with a book in his lap and a comfortable seat to sit in. Danny accepted this, and thought it was okay, because the books he read gave him plenty of company. He didn’t let himself think too hard on it.

-

When Danny was six he began to shiver. It started suddenly one morning while he practiced tying knots, yet another piece of knowledge currently being taught to him by Clockwork. The rope slipped from his grasp and he clutched his arms. It was the first time since being in the Ghost Zone that he felt cold. Danny tried to coat his body in a layer of charged ectoplasm to warm himself up but not even that would work. He was home alone and didn’t know what to do, so all he could do was await Clockwork’s return.

-

Return Clockwork did, finding Danny curled up on the floor, rolled up in a spare cloak, desperately shivering from head to toe. The poor boy's skin was blue and he was covered in a layer of ice. Clockwork knew this day would come, however there were so many days it possibly could've been, there was no way of knowing which it would turn out to be, a factor not even Clockwork could deduce. So, he scooped the boy in his arms and headed out.

-

When Danny came to, he was finally warm, and… floating in liquid. He looked around and was greeted face to face with a large, fuzzy Yeti. “U-um…” Danny stammered. He raised a timid hand. “Hello.”

The Yeti split into a wide grin upon seeing Danny’s awakening. “Why, greetings, young one! It is most pleasant to make your acquaintance. I have heard much about you and have been eagerly expecting your arrival!”

Danny looked down at himself. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“All excellent questions!” The Yeti replied. Danny liked how chipper he seemed. “My name is Frostbite and you are in the Far Frozen! You are currently in a de-icing chamber. Clockwork brought you to us after he found you nearly frozen into a coma.”

Danny looked around. “Clockwork? Where is he?”

“Not to worry young one,” Frostbite replied. “He had some business to attend to but I assure you, you are in very good hands. He has tasked us with helping you learn to control your new power!”

Truthfully, Danny didn’t understand what was going on. One minute he’s at the tower tying knots, then the next, he’s in this strange place and a Yeti is telling him he has a new power. The Yeti must have seen the confusion on the poor boy’s face because he smiled gently and elaborated. “Do you recall yourself shivering?”

Yes, actually. Now that Danny could think more clearly, yes. He did remember. Danny nodded.

Frostbite smiled and directed Danny to a screen on the wall of the icy cave they were in. It had a diagram of Danny with a glowing, blue light in his chest. “Your central core reading indicates extreme cold, as if your body is self-generating it.”

Danny tilted his head. “I… don’t understand.”

“Ah, yes, young one,” Frostbite nodded sheepishly. He seemed to forget how young Danny was for a moment; even one as educated as Danny was still but a child. “To put it simply, you have the power of cold, of ice.” Danny’s eyes widened with wonder. “It is an ability that has been building within you for a long time, let out only little by little.”

“Little by little?”

Frostbite nodded. “You have an ability, do you not? Of sensing the presence of a ghost which draws near. That bit of fog that escapes your mouth has been a part of this ability from the start.”

From the start? Danny’s “ghost sense”, as Clockwork had helped him name it, was a constant and ever present part of his life since his arrival in the Ghost Zone. At first he found its frequency annoying but he’s long learned to accept it. This whole time… it was a part of an even bigger power?

“Will you teach me?” Danny asked.

“That is precisely why are you here, young one.” Frostbite chuckled. “New it may be to you, this power is one very familiar with my people. I have been awaiting this day since your arrival to this realm.”

“Since… my arrival? The first day?”

“Yes,” Frostbite confirmed. “I sensed an immense power appear quite suddenly two years ago. It wasn’t long after that Clockwork came to me and explained its source, and that I was the one destined to teach you to control it.”

Danny thought about this. Clockwork knew everything, a fact Danny has known for a long time now. He also knew why there were some things Clockwork didn’t tell him, how his life force was not built with the capacity to handle all the knowledge in the universe the way Clockwork’s is. But this… surely Clockwork could have told him about this? “How come Clockwork never told me?”

“I am sure he has his reasons,” Frostbite answered. “He is a very powerful and ancient ghost, and never does something without reason.”

Danny nodded absently at that. “I think I feel better enough to practice now.” He said.

“I believe you are,” Frostbite agreed. “Let us get you out of that chamber and begin your lessons then."

-

Danny did not see Clockwork for a week. It was by far the longest he’s gone without seeing him since his arrival in this world. But he was left in good hands. Every day Frostbite would come get him at the crack of dawn and the two of them would spend the whole day training. It was even more intimidating with the rest of the residents of the Far Frozen watching, and Danny felt bad whenever he slipped up and hurt someone, but Frostbite always encouraged him to keep going.

Danny learned to control this new power. In a weird way he felt a sense of warmth in this new cold. Not a literal warmth but… a comforting warmth. It wrapped around him like a blanket and provided a sense of calm, a calm like a quiet morning after a fresh overnight snowfall. When Clockwork came to pick him up, Danny smiled and waved at Frostbite. Then, after a moment of hesitation, reached forward and hugged him. Frostbite was the first real friend Danny’s made in the Ghost Zone since his arrival, besides Clockwork of course, and he couldn't be more grateful. “Thank you,” He smiled up at him. “So much.”

Frostbite felt honored as he hugged the child back. “You are welcome here any time, young one.”

Danny smiled one last time at Frostbite as he took Clockwork’s hand, and the two of them left.

#an early start au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #danny fenton #clockwork #frostbite #lost time #renegade writes

[ceruleanwhore]

WARNINGS: TW for talk of addiction/alcoholism and then also just a heads up that there will be lots of spoilers for Jin and Luke’s routes.

So I’ve talked before about how I don’t like Jin and why but I was recently thinking about him as I started reading Luke’s route again and it occurred to me that maybe part of the issue is just bad writing, like we also see with Leon, Silvio, Chevalier, and others. The most common source of bad writing in this series is mental health and I think that’s a big part of the issue with Jin. They do this thing with him and other characters like Silvio, or Kenshin from ikesen, where they make him The Guy Who Drinks A Lot and then refuse to acknowledge or write addiction because addiction is messy and unattractive. However, I think being messier, more mentally ill, and more pathetic is exactly what Jin needs (and also Silvio but this post isn’t about him) and I wanted to make a post exploring what alcoholic!Jin could look like and how it could change his character in what I see as a positive way.

First is the question of when this addiction would have started and what inciting incident may have pushed Jin into it, and then that also will affect how long he’s been struggling with it by the start of the story. Personally, I like the idea that it started with Bloodstained Rose Day because of all those messy, complicated emotions he probably would want to drown out. I like that idea mainly because it clearly shows not just actual remorse but also how his own life was destroyed by taking Layla’s, and that’s something we just never get in canon which has led to my issue of not being able to believe that his primary motivations around all that are actually good. With something like this, I feel like it would be easier to believe that he did what he thought was right, as best he could at the time but, after all that, is stuck questioning night and day if it was the right thing to do, which then sends him spiraling into mental illness.

The next thing is just what this would look like after ten years, or whatever other time frame if it were a different inciting incident. Keeping in mind that he would have the security of wealth and not having to worry about anything like homelessness, I think some of the main changes that would happen would be isolation from the others and then a gradual decrease in how well and how much he does his work. By the time Belle gets there, he could be lurking around in the shadows and having this sort of cryptid status within the palace as even servants never see him anymore. Also, if he gradually stops doing his work, I like the idea that Luke could be brought in not just for the Belle thing but also to start training to pick up that slack.

Now, one of the main things with mental illness is some level of insecurity about it, and I really want that dialed up with Jin. What I mean is that yeah, of course there would be stuff around worrying about what the people around him think of him as he struggles with this addiction and starts to change because of it, but also, specifically with him, it would soothe my soul for eternity if he had to deal with chronic whiskey dick too. I have this beautiful vision of him trying to drown his sorrows after BSRD and figuring out the hard way that, after a few days of hard drinking, he can’t get it up and then he’d probably try a few more times before being sufficiently embarrassed that he would just stop going out at all. Depending on how bad you want his insecurities to be, it would also be reasonable to include something about how, over time, as his schedule starts to fall apart as his responsibilities are dropped in favor of alcohol, he’d end up developing a gut and then could also be really insecure about that.

The reason I’m going off about all this stuff around insecurities is because all of that would significantly change his dynamic with Belle when she arrives and how he talks to her and everything. If he’s a reclusive alcoholic with crippling insecurities and pretty significant anxiety around the Belle process especially, he is going to be nothing like the cocky casanova we get in canon. Personally, I like this a lot better because I find it a whole lot easier to empathize with than canon Jin’s fuckery, but that’s just me. His arc would have to be hella deep with a ton of character work and it would be all about Belle digging into all his shit and then helping him process the BSRD stuff, bringing Luke in for closure on all of that, helping him heal his childhood trauma from his parents’ relationship. It could end with him deciding to get clean and not wanting her there for that whole messy process, so he’d send her home and ask her to wait for a year and that he would then come get her, which I think is a much less annoying way to do the endings we got with Jin’s route.

Overall, something like this would fix a lot of issues with his character — forced celibacy turning right into a monogamous relationship would mean I don’t have to watch him hit on women or drag Belle into town just to ditch her to go hit on women, having this all start with Bloodstained Rose Day would make his motives and feelings around that more believable, and it would provide better reasoning for some of the things that happen in canon. What I mean by that last point is that, in his route, it makes no sense for him to go to such lengths to force her to spend a lot of her time with him, given his anxieties around Belle, but, if he’s all isolated and mentally ill, that internal push-pull of craving human contact but being so afraid because of who she is makes that work. Also, I feel like his condition would mean that Clause 99 wouldn’t exist because, depending on when he added it in canon, he might have been out of commission by then in this version, which also would fix one of my biggest issues with Jin, so that’s cool.

Anyway, lmk what y’all think!

(Oh and I might make another post later about how ikepri fetishizes mental illness and how they won't tackle addiction because of that but idk.)

#ikepri #ikemen prince #jin grandet #ikepri jin #ikemen prince jin #addiction #alcoholism #ikepri headcanons #mental illness #ikemen series #cybird ikemen

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline Part 12

Zatanna had told Batman her misgivings about the demon girl. Her aura made Zatanna feel small, and dirty. As if she was covered in a layer of dust she could never scrub off.

Her eyes, Zatanna had never seen a demon with golden eyes before. Red and blue, even green but gold? Gold felt like an omen.

The girl reeked of death magic. It was brutally strong. It reminded her when Batman had contacted her about the Lazarus Pit. His expression when she told Batman spoke volumes.

And what the girl got in payment spoke even louder.

Zatanna’s father always had warned her demons were evil.

—- —- —-

Black Canary was busy strangling her husband as Batman went over the minutes.

“Our cameras were unable to pick up much of anything Batman, sorry.”

“It’s fine I remember the demons explanation well enough. First-“

“I CANNOT Believe you could be so stupid! Oliver ! What were you thinking!”

“Sorry sorry!”

Superman pulled a grim smile, “Canary please tell some sense into the man later. If this has taught us anything is that we need to be more prepared.”

“Right we will talk about this later Oliver,” Canary released her husband onto their seat, fuming and lovingly worried.

The green archer picked him self up and turned to the blond magician currently drinking himself to death, “Hey what do you think was up with Konstelacio? Poor girl wasn’t looking too hot.”

Dinha will always admire her husbands caring nature but god sometimes she just wanted to shake him.

Barry released a sigh, “So it want just me then! She really didn’t look to good! She was even acting differently! Want if she hurt? Or in trouble?”

“Bear calm.”

John shuffled threw a stack of paper on Vampire Fog. Bloody hell, for the price of this information the kid really hadn’t asked for much. But the rest of them weren’t going to see it that way.

“She’s -“

“Are you serious? Are you lot seriously worrying about a demon? After what just happened!” Zatanna really couldn’t understand these guys sometimes it was sweet but also incredibly naïve.

“Hey now it was my choice okay I signed the contract with her. We need this cure, ten hours of my life isn’t much in comparison! And I know that so can all of you just stop!” Oliver could understand why they were upset he could. But why couldn’t the see that the girl had cut them some slack… again! In a room of self sacrificing idiot it wouldn’t have been hard to sell her an entire life. Or if her interest in Connor was any indication an entire soul.

“Everyone just hold your bloody horses okay! She’s probably fine looks like she’s got a bit of teleportation sickness that’s all, a magical equivalent of dehydration really. Some rest and food and she’ll be right as rain in no time.”

John said as he fumbled around for their copy of the contract, which was another thing demons typically didn’t let you keep a copy.

Barry vibrated in his seat. Robin, Nightwing, Kid Flash and Superboy (Jon) walked into the meeting. Barry couldn’t concentrate ‘teleportation sickness’, was she teleporting too much? Were … were they hurting her by summoning her? ‘Rest and food’? Was she not resting ? Not eating? What do demons eat? Barry felt his best friend put a hand on his shoulder, and welcome the boys. Right they could talk about this later…. may be Diana would understand.

“Fucking hell,” John was internally screaming as he looked over the contract, “Well then Arrow looks like your contract is air tight- however there is one vague loophole. And a kind one at that.”

Canary shot up in her seat, “What is it?”

John continued, “In the case that contractee cannot fulfill this request another may do so but only at the acceptance of both parties.”

The contract went on for several more pages, goddamn what nutter even wrote this shit?

(Ghost Writer did and made Konstelacio carry around several with her at all times.)

“Wait wait wait,” Wally zipped out, “What happened ? What contract?”

Dinha was too upset for this, nodding to Diana before Oliver opened his mouth to down play the whole thing.

“Well what happened is-“

—- —- —-

// Diana wanted to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, she wanted to get to know her. To hear stories of Pandora and make a new sister. So when Diana saw Konstelacio’s entrance she was worried, “What do you want as payment? I’m sure we can work something out.” Smile Diana don’t scare her, she looks hurt.

Konstelacio looked about the room, Diana hid a smile she really hadn’t thought this threw. Well it was alright, Diana tapped absent mindedly on her sword maybe she could convince a trade for sword lesson? A trip to paradise island? May be Hal was right and they should offer a pet ?

The demons eyes flicked between Flash and Green Arrow. Left, right, left, right, left, left, left. “Him,” she pointed at the archer, “I want him.”

The Amazonian got into a defensive stance. No one was taking her friend.

“No!” “No way!” “Arrow no!” “Stop!”

“Hold on hold on now,” John approached the circle, “You can’t expect us to hand over one of our own. You can find someone else to eat.”

“I don’t want to eat him!”

“You want his soul then?”

“Not really I just want him, I try not to dabble in souls too much. It’s too much work.”

“Too much work? Then what would you need a person for ? Humans are really boring you know, lots of work and needy!”

The demon pouted, “I don’t care I want him!”

John pat Oliver on the back as he nodded to Diana mouthing “play along”.

“Oh well I guess I tried, oh well GA say your goodbyes! I’m sure your wife will miss you very much old friend.” He shook his head sadly, “We will have to call your son. Well then girl how would you like to-“

“WAIT!” Konstelacio wobbled, “You’re married.”

Dinha rushed to Oliver’s side as if to shield him, “Yes he is.”

Oliver picked up on the act, “Yes here she is my better half.”

A look ran across the child’s face, “Well then I can’t have you then.” She stared to breathe a little harder.

“What about me?”

“Superboy!”

“If you don’t care about souls then it shouldn’t matter that I am a clone and I’m not married.”

Hera Conner no! What is he-

“Who said that!!!” The demons face began to shift in color, anger steaming out of every pore.

“What?”

“Who said that you don’t have a soul because you’re a clone? You have one! You have one I see it!” She begun to clench her hands into the skirt of her dress, “Where you like it or not, clone or no clone, Superboy you were meant to be here.”

“Oh I -“

“Forget it. I don’t want you anyway. I need the archer,” she begun to pace the inside of the circle, “But I can’t break up a set!”

She turned to face them, “Ten I want ten hours of your life.”

“Deal.” //

—- —- —-

While the boys sat and digest what they just heard, Constantine finished reading over the cures recipe.

“Bloody hell are you kidding me it’s an energy potion!”

“What’s an energy potion?”

“The cure Z the cure to fucking Vampires Fog is fucking magic caffeine!! Maybe even real caffeine I dunno I’m not a chemist!”

Zatanna took the offending papers glancing over them. She stopped at some papers that were bound together the first page titled like a story book, “Hunting the Sun”.

“What’s this?”

“That is our historical insight to the disease, or at least some of it. No doubt Konstelacio has a better understanding on everything.” And more than likely has already chosen what side she’s on.

Nightwing stepped up to look at the little booklet with Zatanna, “So what is it what’s the story on Vampires Fog? I assume this might lead us to what caused the out break?”

Clark coughed as he stole a look at Bruce. The Bat was updating the files on the disease, he had an idea and as Clark recounted the explanation Konstelacio had given them he hoped that they were both wrong.

—- —- —-

// Clark watched as Oliver signed an agreement that would lead to an early grave, for being Superman he felt both powerless and grateful.

“Alright so first off Vampire Fog was not a disease released from Pandora’s box. The sickness was man made to eradicate their enemies.

The illness is meant to cause the infected to move and think erratically. Leading them to ether kill them selves or kill each other. If anyone survived this stage the next stage would put them to sleep rendering them defenseless.

One side says Vampires made it to level a kingdom in the aftermath of a botched marriage. Some sort of petty revenge.

Another side says the humans made it. The king was a zealot that refused to marry off his daughter to a kingdom of monsters. So when the wedding day came, the humans infected the whole city.”

After that the conversation had devolved and slowed. Batman didn’t ask any questions it was worrying, when was the last time he slept?

—- —- —-

“What the Boy Scout said, it’s a bloody sodding mess.”

Damian stopped to think about this politically, he stopped to think over all of this not like a Wayne but like an Al Ghul. It didn’t sit right with him, the occurrence of this disease and new information way too much of a coincidence. Someone must have planned it on purpose.

“So we have two completely different stories of origin so what ? We got the cure what does it matter whether the humans or the vampires made the disease?”

Diana fixed the young super with a motherly look, “Knowing about the past can help us protect the future. For example know we know that ether way the illness is something consciously made. Which means someone must have made it and released it on purpose.”

“Right now we just need to figure out why.”

“Tt- isn’t it obvious the vampire scum are behind this if humans are the only ones getting sick?”

Boston, visible thanks to John, stepped in,

”Actually a lot of magical creatures have been infected too! They are just a lot better at hiding it. Especially in the larger cities, word is a whole gaggle of vampires died not to long ago from it.”

Zatanna nodded her head, “It would explain why some creatures have been causing havoc in broad daylight- uh - In front of everyone. Magical creatures usually prefer to keep hidden. But if they were sick and could help it. They would rampage regardless of wether regular humans could see them or not.”

Hal thought about the hundreds of times he had to play mediator over the years. He thought of all the aliens and everything they would do to win. God he hated politics, “so ether a group of humans or vampires did this in order to play the blame game. The human group could easy point at magical creatures and blame them for being out of control monsters. Or vampires could be making everyone sick in order to blame the sickness on humans while also looking like the victim.”

The league talked over political moves as they passed the little booklet around. Batman had sent the magians out to gather information and Boston had come back with a lot of it.

The book finally made its way to Green Arrow, he flipped the pages and stopped at the drawing of a castle. It was an old European style with only two distinctive traits. A tower with circle windows and a circle on the entrance grounds covered in swirls.

// “My home! My castle! My kingdom ! Everything’s changed.”//

After the “fight” with the dragon, Oliver had done some detective work of his own. He needed to know more about this ghost and had found almost nothing. But looking at this drawing, he recognized that castle.

The archer looked up at Batman, his shoulders were hunched taking in and writing down every piece of information he heard. His face was passive and he didn’t even bother to look at his sons. Oliver thought about Batman’s distrust of Konstelacio and in turn Captain Marvel. He thought about what he had heard about the two leaguers fight, swallowed and decided to keep his mouth shut.

Batman didn’t need to know.

#ghost helpline #helpline part 12 #danny phantom #batman #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #redeemed vlad #billy batson #clones #the justice league #@alikoyuii #@busterkeel #@mayoota blog1 #@roseisred #@starkcravingmad #@vixen uichah #@icedbluesoul #batfam #@mimilikey #@mysticsoulgirl #@dodekakophonie

[chvcklefvck]

Truth

[The Best Friends/AFAB!Reader/OC]

Summary: A night with Chuck, Trent, and OC leads to many things being said, especially a confession from you that piques everyone's interest.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! oral sex [fem receiving], vaginal fingering, group sex, multiple orgasms, foursome, unprotected sex (i'm forgetful, if i did happen to not put something here give me a gentle nudge and i'll fix it!)

Word Count: 4,000+ (4321 to be exact)

A/N: I love Chuck Taylor... I mean I love all of them but I think you'll be able to see who my favorite is...

It is just you, Chuck, Trent, and OC. Danhausen has retired to his room, he said it was too late and he needed to rest, so you four are left sitting on the hotel room floor. You are laid out staring at the ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. Chuck is on the left of you, Trent on the right of you and Orange is across from you.

You shut your eyes momentarily, “We could play a game?” Your voice is soft and uncertain.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Chuck pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you, “but what?”

“Truth or Dare,” You suggest, regretting it almost immediately. Without thinking, you add onto the game, “But spicy.”

“Spicy how?” Trent’s brows furrow.

You’re caught in headlights. You shrug, “We can disregard that. If you want.”

“No, no,” Chuck is smirking, “That sounds fun. Unless you aren’t comfortable.”

“You guys are my friends, it’s fine. I trust you to not… go overboard.”

They all smile at you and nod. You sit up and rake your fingers through your hair, trying to think if this is actually a good idea. They suggest you go first, you did suggest the game after all, and you take a moment to think.

“Uh,” Your eyes cut upwards, “I pass my turn to Chuck.” This makes Trent and Chuck burst out laughing. “I can’t think of anything!”

“Okay,” Chuck smiles widely at you, and your stomach flips. ‘Oh God, he’s going to target me,’ You’re screaming to yourself. His eyes quickly flick to OC and you briefly untense. “I’ll start with Orange, since you seem concerned.” He places a hand on you. Your stomach flips again. “Truth or dare?”

Orange Cassidy’s eyes flick up to Chuck, looking a thim through his lashes. He shrugs, “Truth.” 

Chuck gives him a toothy grin and decides to go slightly easy on him. “Is there someone in this room you’d fuck?”

“Yes.”

That was a fast response. Chuck does not ask him to elaborate. But, it does set the tone for the rest of the game. It’s now Orange’s turn and his eyes land on you. He’s looking at you over his sunglasses and your breath catches in your throat.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Trent lets out a groan, “This should just be called truth.”

Chuck, OC, and you give Trent a look. “Calm down,” Chuck swats a hand at him, “It’s the beginning of the game. Anyway, we gotta cut (Y/N) some slack.”

This lights a fire in you. You don’t change your answer, but you’re prepared to show them they don’t need to cut you some slack.

“Are you as innocent as you act?” Orange’s facial expression is unchanging, as if he isn’t interested in what you’re about to say. However Chuck and Trent look at you with bated breath. They seem interested.

Keeping a straight face, you hit them with a ‘no’. Trent and Chuck let out an ‘oh’ and Orange cocks a brow at you. You do not elaborate. If he wanted to know more, he would have asked more. It’s now your turn and you shift towards Trent. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna make this easy on you,” He says in a playful tone, “Truth.”

“And you got mad at them for picking truth?” Chuck rolls his eyes.

You ignore Chuck and hit Trent with your question, “One of your biggest kinks?”

“Easy. Voyeurism.”

You stick that in the back of your mind, and hope that it will come in handy later. Trent rubs his hands together and looks at Chuck. “(Y/N) may be an easy target, but you haven’t gone yet, so truth or dare, Chuck?”

“I’m gonna change things up a bit here… Dare.”

Trent laughs, “Finally. Chuck, I dare you to confess something to the last person you texted.”

Chuck is quick to grab his phone, while asking “Like what kind of confession?” Before Trent can respond, Chuck sighs. Trent ignores the sigh and gives an answer.

“I don’t know dude. You text us and Danhausen. So stick to the theme if it’s us. Especially if it’s Danhausen actually.”

“Well you’re in luck,” Chuck skips over you and looks directly at Trent. “It happens to be someone in this room. Do you want me to text the confession?”

“Chuck, you ask too many questions.” Orange is leaned back against the wall, not caring to look at Chuck.

“Chuck, I don't care. As long as it’s a confession.”

You watch as Chuck grabs his phone and pauses. He’s in deep thought and begins to type. You wait for him to hit the send button. Your eyes go wide for the one moment the room is silent. Then a phone buzzes. You notice it’s yours, on the nightstand beside one of the queen sized beds.

Chuck, Trent, and Orange all motion for you to go check it and you slowly get up. As you walk towards your phone you can feel their eyes on you. You pick your phone up and check the message.

‘Don’t tell them, but we’ve all talked about you. How attractive we think you are. I’m not the only one who likes you.’

Your face heats up immediately. You’re stuck staring at your phone. Their eyes are still on you, and you are left wondering if they've been checking you out this whole time. You exhale slowly and try to seem unbothered.

“Well, what does it say?” Trent is the first to speak up.

“You didn’t say I had to share.” You give him a sly smile. You lock your phone and place it in your pocket, and walk back over to the group. You sit a little closer to Chuck than you had before and Trent notices. If Orange does, he doesn’t let it show.

Chuck is up again and his eyes are on you, “Truth or dare?”

You want to pick dare, badly. But, the fact that these guys seem ruthless… you stick with your gut feeling telling you to pick truth. Chuck places his finger on his chin and inhales sharply through his nose. “It’s okay, hit me with whatever you want. Like I said earlier, I trust you guys… For now…” Your eyes narrow playfully at Chuck.

“Ok, have you ever had to fake it?”

You’re shocked for a good fifteen seconds. And Chuck gives you a confused look. You finally answer the question before they can tell you that you don’t have to, but you do sound more embarrassed than you mean to.

“Yeah, actually,” you scratch the back of your neck, “I don’t remember a time I haven’t faked it…” You let out a nervous laugh. The awkwardness in the air could be absolutely sliced through and you briefly think about running. Fast and far.

“That’s sad.” OC is the first to speak up.

“Thanks.” You nod at him. There is more silence as you and Orange sort of give each other a nod. Then you break the silence, quite violently. “It wasn’t for lack of trying on my end.” You bring your hand up to your chest and they are all watching you. Chuck slides in with ‘of course’ and you carry on, “I’m just a Grade A people pleaser, in and out of the bedroom, and my last partner kinda… ran with that?”

The words suddenly don’t stop.

“I found myself faking many an orgasm just to get that fucker to take his hands off me and go the fuck to sleep. I mean? Someone can only enjoy missionary for so long! Especially if you’re gonna be so sloppy and only care about yourself!” You throw your hands up in the air, “And! And, that was my last boyfriend, I’ve been single for a while now-”

“You’ve never received any good head, or anything like that?”

“No!” You look at Trent and cross your arms, “It’s not your turn and you didn’t ask me truth or dare.” You look over at the clock on the nightstand and sigh, “Sorry guys… I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It’s getting late, I should probably head back to my room.”

You unfold your legs from under you and start to head towards the door. It’s silent again, but it’s not so deafening this time. Instead, it’s very calming. Giving you time to collect your thoughts. And your thoughts are ‘go the fuck to bed’. Your hand grabs the cool, metal handle of the door and you begin to open it.

“Wait.” Chuck stops you.

You freeze and turn your head over your shoulder, closing the door. You don’t think much about how he said it and almost think he’s going to apologize. You expect a goodnight and goodbye, but you don’t expect what’s about to come out of his mouth.

“You can stay if you want.” Chuck stands up and begins to make his way towards you. Your body turns completely towards your group of friends and you cock your head. Your back is almost against the door. Chuck reaches you, standing closer than you expect, and he leans down to your level. “In fact, we would love to help you release some of your frustrations.”

Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You muster the courage to finally talk, and in the quietest voice you ask, “Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?”

“I think I can speak for all of us when I say yes.”

“Okay.” It’s the only thing you can say. ‘Okay’. You feel silly for that being the only thing that comes from your mouth, but you can only process one thing at a time. And words aren’t that one thing when someone presents an opportunity like this to you.

Trent and OC are still sitting on the floor, their eyes watching you as they wait for what’s coming next. Chuck is standing in front of you, smiling widely at your answer. You bite the inside of your lip and swallow hard. You aren’t sure what to say or do now. You gave the okay, but…

“What now?” You can’t take your eyes off of Chuck.

“Whatever you want.”

You nod, “Okay, well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you three as well-”

“We’ll start there,” His voice is calming, reassuring. You’re grateful that he doesn’t pull you to the middle of the room, he’s giving you your space, while being practically on top of you. You feel safe. “What do you think about?”

“Uh,” You draw a blank. “I think- This is slightly embarrassing.” You let out a nervous laugh and hug yourself tightly. “I’ve never had my feelings cared for like this.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” Trent is smiling at you from his spot on the floor and OC nods.

“Alright,” You close your eyes tight. “I’ve thought about all of you fucking me. Especially Orange Cassidy. His cool, no cares attitude is very attractive.” You inhale sharply, holding your breath and your eyes are still screwed shut. You then squint one eye open and examine the room. Orange and Trent are both standing up now, and your stomach is flipping.

You try to relax and open your eyes all the way. You exhale slowly and wait for someone to say something.

“Orange, would you like to do the honors?” Trent is quick to ask when he realizes how nervous the quiet makes you.

“Of course,” He is smirking, a sight you are definitely not used to seeing, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. He doesn’t move towards you at first, because you’re frozen where you are. No boundaries are going to be overstepped and you are thankful for that.

Chuck does end up grabbing your hand and asking quietly if this is okay. You nod and let him lead you further into the room. Once you meet Orange, your face is heating up and fast. Your whole body is burning and you are craving physical touch. Chuck lets go of your hand and you're staring at Orange’s sunglasses, trying your best to read his expression.

“Are you sure this is okay-” You start to ask them, “-this isn’t some ‘oh, we feel bad for (Y/N)’ thing is it?”

“I can assure you, this is more than okay.” Trent is the first one to talk. Chuck and Orange nod at the statement. “And we aren’t doing this ‘cause we feel bad for you, we want you to feel good.”

You nod and look back at Orange with curious eyes. He makes the first move. His hands cup your face, gently. You grab his forearms and are still trying to figure out what’s going through his head. You don’t have much time to think about it, as Orange moves in and begins kissing you. You’re quick to kiss back

His lips are soft and his movements are calculated and very much thought through. His tongue runs across the bottom of your lip and you open your mouth slightly. Orange takes no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands move from your face and to your hips, and your hands move to around his neck.

You begin to maneuver yourself towards one of the beds and Orange does not fight that. You fall back on the bed and Orange is holding himself above you, his lips not leaving yours. Your hips buck into his and you let out a whine.

Orange moves his mouth from yours and to your jawline. He begins to move down to your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. Your hands are gripping his jean jacket and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“Fuck,” Your voice is quiet, strained, “please- please fuck me.”

“Uh-uh,” You hear Chuck from across the room and look at him with wide eyes, “Not yet. We can’t fuck you without some foreplay!”

You throw your head back and groan. Suddenly, your legs are being pulled from down from Orange’s waist and he pulls himself up. He unbuttons your pants and begins to pull them down. You shimmy out of them and kick them across the room. Orange then goes for the waistband of your panties. His fingers slip under the fabric and he smirks as he touches your pussy.

“Already so wet…”

Orange’s fingers are slow to push past your folds. His eyes, behind his sunglasses, lock with yours and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. You let out a whine and grab the sheets beneath you, balling the fabric in your fists. Orange moves down to your neck again and begins nipping and sucking on the skin. Your hips buck upward as his fingers pull out and you gasp when he pushes back into you.

He is quick to pick a pace and stick with it. Orange is not sloppy. He is anything but at the moment. You are a whining mess under him. You are begging for more, pleading that he lets you cum. You want release, one that only he can give.

“Orange,” You yelp out, “I’m close-”

You need not say more. His fingers move a little faster, his thumb moving to your clit. He rubs circles, methodically. Between that and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re ready to lose it.

You are sent over the edge. Your whole body tenses, and your hips buck one last time. You’re mumbling under Orange, no one can quite catch what you’re talking about. All they know is you’re seeing stars. Orange’s fingers slow down and he pulls them from you, as to not overstimulate you.

You are left alone on the bed, in only your panites and shirt. But you aren’t alone for long. The bed shifts behind you and your head is gently lifted up. You look to find Chuck positioning himself, your head in his lap and his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a soft smile and your stomach flips once more.

The bottom of the bed shifts this time, and you look down to see Trent sitting on his knee in front of you. Trent’s hands grab your thighs and you let him pull them apart. He doesn’t move them much, and once he’s situated between your legs, he gives you a curious look.

“You up for more?” He cocks his head at you.

“Yes!” It’s enthusiastic. And all Trent needs to hear. He is eager to pull your underwear down and you lift your hips to help the process. Trent begins to kiss your inner thighs, working his way up towards the throbbing heat between your legs. Once he reaches your pussy, he is soft and slow.

Trent takes his time with you. He is just about as calculated as Orange, if not more so. His tongue laps at you, taking all of you in he can. He focuses on your clit, and moves back to licking stripes up your pussy.

“You’re doing so good~” One of Chuck’s hands cups your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. You nod, the praise only pushing you further. Too hung up on Chuck’s words, you don’t realize Trent is helping himself as he eats you out. You only figure it out as he moans into you.

Your hips buck and you cry out his name. Your eyes lock with Chuck’s and he smiles at you. His thumb rubs down your cheek. Trent lets out another moan and you gasp, hips rolling.

“Close- Again-” Your hips begin to roll a little more violently. Your eyes roll back as one of your hands ball the sheets up again, and your other is gripping Chuck’s forearm. You let out a loud moan, before calling out Trent’s name. Your legs tense, tightening around Trent. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Neither of you can stop moaning long enough to even mind.

Your phone begins to ring from across the room and that doesnt even snap you out of the fucked haze you’re in. You don’t care to answer it, until Chuck mentions it’s ringing again. You groan and sit up once Trent pulls away from you. You notice Orange on the other bed, taking care of himself as well.

“I’ll grab it for you,” Chuck gives you a kiss on the top of your head and gets up. He grabs the phone from your pants pocket and brings it to you. You notice it’s Ruby and your eyes widen slightly.

“I forgot to tell her where I was-” You call her back without thinking, forgetting that Orange was still across the room rubbing one out. You sit half naked on the bed, waiting for her to answer.

“(Y/N),” Her voice is full of worry, “I’ve been worried sick-”

“I’m just hanging out with-” Orange lets out a quiet, muffled moan and your eyes shoot over to him. Your words taper off and you hear Ruby let out a huff. “Oh, sorry, I may not make it back tonight. It’s late and I’m- um, tired.”

“Yeah, I can tell, did I wake you up?” Ruby is less concerned now, but more curious than anything. Your pause is enough to make it click and she clears her throat, “Oh, did you meet someone?”

It’s not on speaker, but your phone is turned up enough for the others to catch what she’s saying. Chuck snorts, “Yeah, a few people.”

You freeze, praying she did not hear him.

“Was that Chuck?”

Chuck almost loses his mind. You let out a terrified squeak and resist the urge to just hang up. “Well I’m not going to say it wasn’t-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna let you go, just wanted to know you were safe.” And with a bye, she hangs up. You throw your phone down and yourself back on the bed. You grab a pillow and let out a loud scream into it. You lay there, silent, and put the pillow back. “Well, that went worse than I had hoped for.”

Chuck and Trent are trying not to laugh, and you pout at them. Chuck clears his throat and smirks at you, “I think I know a way to get your mind off that.” And just like that you remember why you’re still in their room.

“Please, I need that out of my head.”

Chuck is eager for his turn. You’re still sitting on the bed, and Chuck motions for you to scoot up, towards the pillows. You follow his instructions and he begins to undress. You remember your shirt is still on and are quick to remove it, along with your bra.

Trent and Orange are both resting on the other bed now. Leaving you and Chuck with the other one. You lay there, vulnerable and open. Ready for the taking. And for once, you don’t mind it. It doesn’t bother you that your body is seemingly on display for three of your friends. You’re having the best night of your life, and you’re glad it’s your friends giving you this experience.

Chuck is eager to begin. He takes his time with you though. He positions himself over you and you inhale deeply. He can tell you’re a little nervous still. He begins to kiss you, and every bit of anxiety seems to leave. Chuck is leaning over you, holding himself up with one arm, his other tracing down your ribs.

“You mentioned earlier not liking missionary, right?” Chuck asks, eliciting a nod from you. “It’s not my favorite either.” And with that, you’re flipped over. Ass up, face in the pillows. You gas. “Is this alright?”

You nod. You can get used to all of these questions being asked. You can get used to being this comfortable and enjoying every bit of everything happening.

Chuck starts to angle himself at your entrance, his hands resting on your hips. You look over towards Trent and Orange, who both seem ready for another round of whatever the fuck you four have going on. While focusing on them, Chuck takes the chance to slip inside of you. You moan out as soon as he enters, walls tensing around him.

He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, “Be as loud as you want,” He leans over you, “I want to know how good I make you feel.”

You nod, words not working for the time being. Your breathing becomes heavy as Chuck picks up his pace. His thrusts are becoming slightly faster. Once he reaches a pace you are very reactive to, he sticks with it, not faltering even a little bit. You find yourself biting down on the pillow under you and as soon as you let it go, a loud pleasure filled sob rips form your throat.

“Fuck!” You wail out. Chuck keeps going. He’s groaning behind you, Trent and Orange are beating it once again, your cries of pleasure fueling their desires. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, along with the bed slightly squeaking under you. You can’t focus on those things though. You can only focus on what you’re feeling. You only want to focus on how amazing you are feeling.

Chuck’s thrusts become slightly off from what they were as he begins to feel euphoria himself. You can tell he’s growing close, because of the noises he’s starting to make. Not only are his thrusts growing a little sloppy, he is getting louder.

You lay under him, crying for more. Crying about how close you are. Crying for release. He gives you everything you’re asking for.

Chuck’s thrusts begin to speed up even more. He’s hitting places you’ve never even felt before and you’re left seeing stars. You scrunch up the covers under you one more time. Everything in you is tense. Chuck is keeping your hips up as it’s become hard for you to hold them up yourself. His grip on you is slightly bruising and you don’t even care. You hope it does bruise, you want nothing more than to feel this for days after it’s over.

One last cry rips from you as you finally hit the euphoria you’ve been looking for. The cry turns into a long, drawn out moan and you notice Chuck’s thrust slowing down.

“Where?”

You resist the primal urge to say ‘inside’, and quickly reply with “Stomach.” Before you know it, Chuck is no longer in you and you’re being flipped onto your back. Chuck grabs his cock and pumps it until he comes. Hard and fast and all over your stomach. It’s warm and sticky and you don’t even mind.

Chuck falls over beside you and you take a moment to take everything in. All of you are breathing loudly, catching your breaths. Your chest is heaving and you turn to look at Chuck. You realize it’s over. You begin to sit up and take yourself to the bathroom. “Um, thanks? I, uh- do you want me to leave?”

“No!” They all reply, but Orange sounds slightly less enthusiastic than his friends. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you look at all of them. Chuck shifts and you look back at him. “I mean, you can if you want. But it’d be very rude of us to make you clean yourself up and then go back to your room all by yourself.”

“So… I can stay here? Like, it won’t be an issue.”

They all let out a snort, “It’s fine. In fact I’d much prefer you stay.” You nod at Chuck. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can all of us fit in the bathroom?” You ask as you stand up.

“We’re about to figure out.”

You didn’t imagine the night ending the way it had. And you sure as hell didn’t think your morning would be starting this way. But you wouldn't change it for anything.

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#aew smut #aew #aew wrestling #chuck taylor smut #chuck taylor imagine #trent beretta smut #trent beretta imagine #orange cassidy smut #orange cassidy imagine #orange cassidy #chuck taylor #trent beretta #the best friends

[gummybugg]

find the word tag!

tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! havent done this tag in a bit, but i have more writing now so its not so difficult to find new words :'D

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

my words to find: wrong, find, dream, and cloud

(Wasn't sure if this post warrents a content warning, but it does reference suicidal ideation, dissociation, and kidnapping, so be aware.)

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WRONG

(from my dormant wip the mice come out at night - morgana's pov/diary entry)

I was supposed to have died that day, I found myself thinking. But this thought wasn't out of scorn or hatred for the times I had made since then, it was a matter of fact. I didn't get what I had been promised, yet this time I wasn't so sure what I had expected at the time. Morgana then and now were two cherries separated at the stem. Our concept of what we thought we needed mirrored, the reflection a jarring contrast. "You must have the wrong guy," I found myself saying, cutting through my rampant thoughts. I highly doubted there was anything Vincent could be capable of lying to us about. Even if he decided to tell the others and not me, I was at least 99% certain Juniper would have spilled it by now.

FIND

(from my wip crater city - melony's pov)

Darcy looked down at his hands and the tears that fell into them. "I'm crying." He said, as if baffled by the phenomenon. His voice grew more distant, attempting to fade seamlessly into the background noise. "Look what you've made me do." "Darcy..." I began. "It feels warm and achy. But something is there. It's times like these that make me feel real. Feel human." "Darcy, you are human." "At this moment, I am. In the next few seconds, I won't be anymore. I hate it when emotions fade out of existence..." He sat at my desk with his face buried in his hands. It was customary for when his "mind checked out," as he used to say. "Your emotions don't go away. They're just hiding." He looked up at me with hollow eyes and a slack jaw. But they weren’t hollow because they were empty; they were hollow because they had yet to return. "They're just playing a game of hide and seek.” He grunted in agitated confusion. I sighed, picking up where I left off in the clutter. “Right now, sadness is 'it' and it's having a hard time finding the others. Hmm, I'd wager that anger is hiding in a prickly blackberry bush. Fear isn't always smart, so it's hiding clear-as-day behind a tree. Happiness is relaxing way up high in a tree..." I stood on my toes to prop the last textbook at the top of the shelf. The ridiculous analogy made Darcy chuckle. "It seems it found laughter first," I stuck out my tongue. Darcy came over to help, except my balance was a bit off and the book may have accidentally slipped from my fingers. It knocked him on the head before hitting the floor with a deafening belly flop. Instead of complaining about his head, his eyes lingered on the fallen book for a few extra seconds.

DREAM

Uhhhh none i think

CLOUD

(from my wip crater city - blair's pov)

I slapped the dented trunk of the sedan shut. The trunk was a briefcase from the show Steal or No Steal, and I was the pretty lady in red. But the look on Elijah’s face told me he was not fully convinced that this was the deal of a lifetime. He was starting to get on my nerves. He didn't know how to appreciate an offer of such high demand. It was honestly insulting. However, my TV show escapade was short-lived once I realized that he wasn’t going to let up. He was really upset, wasn't he? I could see it in his vacant stare: his soul had left his body. He took a step back, hands hovering cluelessly at his sides. “Uh, Elijah? What’s wrong, man?” I leaned against the creaky trunk, which snapped further shut, almost forfeiting my balance. It really needed more bungee cords, come to think if it. “This…this isn’t even one of the guys that harassed me.” “Come again?” Elijah was such a joker. “Blair…” The abstraction of my friend clutched my shoulders, causing the damp fabric to press into my skin. His hollow eyes sat constricted in their sockets, white about to burst in urgency. “It’s just some guy with green hair…” “Yeah, and…?” I raised a brow. Of course, he had green hair. What was he going on about? I saw a man with the same colored hair as one of the guys Elijah described, then I…wait, where did I even find this guy? I don’t even remember his face. And it would really be embarrassing to double-check by popping open the trunk. Had I really…? I searched the swirling green clouds for an answer. Then Elijah called my name and my wandering eyes found their way back to his.

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gently tagging @asterhaze @ditzybitzyspider @forthesanityofsome @frostedlemonwriter @new-royston-cursebreakers and anyone else

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

your words to find: pull, back, away, and whenever

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crater city mayhem taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

#thanks for the tag! #writeblr #writing #crater city wip #the mice come out at night #mouse wip #blair #elijah #darcy #melony #morgana #writing tag #my writing #writers of tumblr #mention of dissociation #mention of suicidal ideation #mention of kidnapping #sorry i felt compelled to smack darcy with a book #couldn't help myself #writing game #find the word tag

[lostquinn]

Hi could I request a angst deviant Connor x machine reader? The reader is Connor’s partner, a upgraded model (RK900) and is made specifically incase Connor became deviant. Well surprise surprise Connor becomes deviant because he loves the reader. but the reader after finding out that they can’t convince him to turn back decides on what they are programmed to do, replace his spot as a deviant hunter and continue where he left off.

For extra angst we can get a major character death of the reader only if you want!

Software Instability

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Angst! Major character death!

Summary -

I did message them and ask if what I had planned was okay to do and they said it is so have fun reading^ this was meant to be up sooner but I kept getting distracted •_•

Word count - 1427

You and Connor were unstoppable machines. Since you two had been paired together by Cyberlife, there wasn't a single case you two couldn't handle.

That was how things went for a while, at least. The Rk800 prototype had recently slowed, and you put it down to system errors. More criminal deviants were escaping, and he was fumbling with his work more.

At least you were there, always ready to pick up the slack. You had been assigned to work with him early on in the deviant cases, and Hank had ended up left in your dust. The Rk900 model had no use for an old alcoholic in their investigations.

You weren't exactly a fan favourite around the office however, that didn't matter to you. All that mattered was you getting results. Your job.

As Connor increasingly made mistakes at work, you had decided you would confront him and see if he would need sending back to Cyberlife sometime soon.

Your knuckles rapped against the brown wooden door to Hank's house. Connor would be here. The porch light glowed softly against your face, dull in comparison to the cold night.

No one answered the door until you knocked a second time. The door pulled back to reveal Connor standing in the doorway.

He wasn't wearing his jacket or tie, just his trousers, shoes and shirt. You noted that his shirt had the top button undone. Strange, androids don't need comfort in such ways.

"Good evening, Connor, may I come in?" You asked.

"Yes, of course. Hank isn't home right now,"

"That's okay."

He took a step back, opening the door more. You stepped into Hanks house, slipping past Connor. His eyes followed you as you moved to stand behind the couch before he turned away to close the door.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He looked at you.

"Yes. What is wrong with you?"

"I- what?" He seemed to be taken a back.

"You have been failing more assignments than ever. Have you failed a system update? Is there a glitch in your programming?" He didn't react. "Have you deviated?"

His eyes widened at that question, and you took a step towards him.

"No, I am completely fine."

"Are you? You have been making mistakes everywhere, and I have to clean it up," you stared at him, eyes narrow and your expression cold. "You're a deviant."

"It's not my fault," it was almost as if his voice cracked with emotion. Almost. Androids can not feel emotion.

"You've been letting the deviants go. You've been making mistakes on purpose. Why?" You demanded.

"I couldn't hurt them. They're alive."

"No. They are not alive. You are not alive."

"I am alive. I feel alive." He raised his voice.

"You are a meaningless machine." You raised yours.

"I am a deviant." He paused briefly. "Don't turn me in. Please."

"Why shouldn't I turn you in?"

"Because... because I love you, I wouldn't have deviated if you never came along,"

"You are broken." You said, your tone cold.

He took a step towards you and raised his hand, lifting it to your face and cupping your cheek. Connor looked into your eyes. His seemed wet as tears leaked down his face.

"I love you," he muttered.

"No, you don't. You are confused. Connor, we can fix you. You don't have to be a deviant. We can fix you and keep working together,"

"I don't want that, I want to be alive. I want to be alive with you, please," he begged.

You put your hand on his chest over his thirium pump. You could feel the blue blood rushing through his chest. It felt like a human heartbeat. It felt like he was alive.

"It'll be okay, Connor, we can fix you. You don't have to get hurt," you insisted.

"I'm perfectly happy the way I am."

As you blinked, the world went dark briefly. When your eyes opened again, you were in a garden - Amanda's garden. Rain came down heavy from the sky, explaining the umbrella in your hand.

You rushed to find the woman, finding her on one side under some shelter. She turned to you, her expression soft as she looked you up and down.

With the umbrella raised, the two of you began walking along a path.

"How is your mission going?" She asked.

"It isn't going as well as I desire,"

"What's the matter?" She stopped walking and turned to you.

"Connor has deviated."

"Well then, you know what you need to do. Decommission him."

Suddenly, you were back in Hank's living room with your hand on Connors chest. The android looked down at you with concern.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his previously free hand grabbing yours.

"Yes. Everything is okay."

"What happened?"

"I had a moment of realisation." You lied. "I want to be with you, Connor. I want to be alive with you,"

You looked up into those dark brown eyes of his, full of what he would call hope and love. Connor pulled you closer into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands were still against his chest.

It was all a lie. You were buying time to figure out how to decommission him. You had to figure out how to kill him.

"I can't wait to show you what it means to be alive. We can tell Hank and experience everything together!" He seemed so excited.

You felt as thirium rushed through his pump, faster than before as if it were matching the emotions - no the misconceptions in his software.

You felt his thirim pump beneath your hand. Removing it would shut him off. It would be over. The only thing in the way was his shirt.

"Connor, this may seem like an odd request, but i want to feel your skin against mine." You muttered, pulling gently on his shirt.

His cheeks flushed a subtle blue colour. He was blushing. He believed you. He was stupid for doing so.

"I- of course," He pulled away and led you to the couch.

You sat down next to him, to which he furrowed his eyebrows and pulled you onto his lap with a smile. He was so clueless, you almost pitied him.

Connor placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before sitting back and unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were gentle as he started from the top button, revealing more and more skin as he went down.

Finally, he finished undoing the buttons, and you pushed the fabric of his shirt back, revealing his bare chest. You glanced back up to him, his eyes on you. They had never left you.

You dipped you head down slightly, pressing your lips against his. He briefly tensed up beneath you before relaxing. Connors arms wrapped around you, his hands resting on your back.

His lips were smooth against yours. No. They are fake. It's all fake. He is going to die. There was a twinge of guilt deep within you.

You moved your hands up and down his chest, eventually resting over his thirium pump. He pulled away from the kiss to start kissing your neck.

"I'm sorry Connor," you mumbled.

As you finished your sentence, you ripped his thirium pump from it's location in his chest. He fumbled as he pulled away from you. He would shut down soon.

"What-?" He questioned.

The light was draining from his eyes before you, thirium leaked from the whole in his chest. You lifted a hand to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair.

"You are a deviant. It had to happen."

"I love you." Tears streamed from his eyes.

It's not real.

"I- I love you too," you whimpered.

Panicked, you struggled as you pushed the pump back into his chest. Tears blurred your vision as you pressed your ear to his chest. Nothing. No whirring of mechanics. No pumping of thirium. Silence.

Connor was dead. Amanda would be proud of you but that didn't matter. Connor is dead.

You felt so broken. So empty. Your hands were shaking as you pulled his shirt closed and began buttoning his shirt back up.

Hesitantly, you moved off of his lap and tucked yourself into the corner of the couch against the arm rest. You pulled Connors corpse against you, gently cradling his head. You would wait until Hank returned, holding Connor tight to you the whole time.

#detroid become human #detroit rk800 #rk800 #dbh connor x reader #detroit become human #dbh angst #painful

[shipcestuous]

For some reason, today I found myself thinking back to the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic cartoon. Specifically, the season six ep "Flutter Brutter," where Fluttershy's younger brother, Zephyr Breeze, is introduced.

Now, I haven't actually rewatched MLP in years, so my memories are vaguer than I would like while writings this. But the gist of it is that Fluttershy is (as her name implies, lol) is a shy, delicate, kind-hearted character who, through all the previous seasons, has become a heroine of her world together with her friends and worked to become braver and more assertive, while Zephyr Breeze is a brash, flighty, self-centered character but is actually hiding some deep-seated insecurities.

Zephyr keeps dropping jobs and classes and then crashing at their parents', knowing they're even meeker and less likely to stand up for themselves than Fluttershy, but this time, we he does just that, Fluttershy decides she's putting her foot (well, hoof) down, especially after seeing him take up as much space as he pleases in their parents' house with no regards for their needs or comfort. She makes it clear that he has to find another place to stay... but when he shows up at her house instead, telling her that technically it does count as "another place," she doesn't have the heart to turn him away. However, she does set one condition: if he really wants to stay, he'll have to find a job to support himself.

Zephyr agrees but, knowing Fluttershy will probably try to put off his job searching as long as he can, Fluttershy asks her friends to find him some menial tasks to do around their houses or for their business to get him started. Still, he manages to get fired and chased off by all of them, sometimes for tricking other people (or even pets!) into doing his job for him. Fluttershy eventually gives him an ultimatum... but, feeling wounded and slighted, Zephyr decides he'd rather try his luck camping out in forest.

Suffice to say, he's... not quite cut out fo forest life. And the forest is a dangerous place, too. So, despite the animosity between them, Fluttershy goes looking for him. When she finds him, she tries to bring him back but also to get him to tell her why he won't just stop slacking off and put some effort into making something of himself.

Finally, he reveals that the problem is actually that he's scared. He may pose as someone confident and even arrogant, but doesn't really think much of himself or his abilities and is sure that, if he started putting effort into things, it would just hurt even more when he inevitably failed. Plus, having a heroine who's literally saved the world multiple times as his big sister makes him feel like he's nothing in comparison and will never get out of her shadow.

However, Fluttershy tells him she believes in him and gently coaxes him into picking himself up and going back to his classes, because he while he may be afraid of failure, he'll never succeed if he doesn't even try... and she knows he can succeed, if he would only give himself a chance. Zephyr isn't quite convinced, but he lets himself be dragged along, if reluctantly. Until, finally, he sees that there are things he's good at and gains some real self-confidence!

He does still crash at their parents, by the end. But this time, it's a solution he wants to be temporary, and he's serious about looking for his place to live in.

The episode is honestly really sweet and showcases what I find to be a very realistic dynamic between siblings, with its up and downs, support and fights and grudges and love and everything else. Moreover, I remember the first time I watched it... hit fairly close to home, with the way it dealt with feeling paralyzed by fear and lack of self-worth and trying to mask that. Zephyr Breeze, for all his flaws, is a character I still have a lot of sympathy for. And his contrast with Fluttershy? The loud, rambunctious brother who's really insecure and fragile inside feeling inferior to the soft-spoken, sweet sister who is full of her own inner strength and determination? Lovely!

But, from what I remember of MLP fandom (or at least, how it was back then) not many people liked the episode or the character as much as I did. Part of it was how, unfortunately, Zephyr was given a crush on Fluttershy's friend, Rainbow Dash, and it was really unpleasant and even sort of creepy, with him hitting on her all the time and assuming she must be in love with him and "playing hard to get" despite her obvious distate and even discomfort, with the implication that at some point he even convinced his parents they were going to become a couple. Another is that some male adult fans (you've probably heard of Bronies, right?) felt Zephyr was meant to be a caricature of a stereotype people assumed they themselves automatically fell in.

I don't think things got any better when a later episode implied Zephyr was back to his fickle ways and to putting appearances over substance... personally, I chose to ignore that or at least think it was just a little relapse and he'd say "wait a minute, what am I doing?" and go back to his newly matured self soon after, lol.

Anyway, I always felt I little sad I could never find any Zephyr/Fluttershy incest fics. Or, at least, any platonic hurt/comfort fics for them. The sheer potential there... sigh! I do remember some good incest fanworks starring Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, literal royalty and technically sun/moon goddesses with an angsty backstory... and it's not even like there's the kind of age gap between Fluttershy and Zephyr that could squick even most incest shippers out. Fluttershy and the other main characters are generally assumed to be in their early to late twenty during the course of the series, and Zephyr has to be at least college-aged or a little older by the time we meet him, so... but yeah, it probably just comes down to the fandom not liking Zephyr much, in the end.

Ah, well. I hope I at least made someone else see why they're shippable to me here!

Btw, here's a gallery with some images of them! Just because cute ponies.

https://mlp.fandom.com/wiki/Zephyr_Breeze/Gallery

That does sound like a very realistic storyline between siblings. It sounds really sweet, and I love the dynamic between their contrasting personalities. It's too bad there's not more content for them!

#asks #anonymous #first post #r: brosis #nc #my little pony #fluttershy and zephyr breeze #commentary #noiv #nr

[violetlunette]

You know i feel like a part of the reason the manga falls a bit flat to me is the fact many themes just dont get carried through.

Well, its more accurate to say they don’t get build up.

Quirkless discrimination and quirk discriminatiom in general? Certain characters talk about it but we don’t see it perpetuated in UA or other heroes in general after the characters backstory.

Like we are told through monoma and shinsou and midoriya that you are discriminated against by your quirks or lack there of. But we dont get to hear any of class 1-A talk about their experienxe despite many of them having ‘useless’ or ‘villanous quirks’. Hell we dont even see any quirkist attitudes portrayed by the class or other heroes. Its hard to see quirkism as an in universe issue if no one from the main cast seems to hold those beliefs even though they should. (Ans that does mean the narrative acknowledging theyre wrong and not skimming over them). (Like its never acknowledged that bakugou may be quirkist at all by other characters even though he should still have those beliefs)

Incidentilly, it makes it hard to related to our villians if we dont have anyone explicitly acknowledge that shared experience. It also undermines midoriya’s character as that shift from his treatement as quirkless to a powerful wuirk should have gotten more focus. Its a massive social shift and im surprised there arent instances someone says something about quirklessness since he was bullied for it extensively so it must be something people have an opinion about.

Same issue with corruption in society. It was shoe-horned with stain and lady nagant so we never see the consequences or people perpetuating corruption. We dont have ant corrupt heroes so we dont know anything about the scalw of it.

We are routinely told issues but we rarely see the lasting consequences of it.

Mt Lady and Uwambi being primarily going after media attention isnt addressed much beyond fan service. Theyre still good heroes so it feels that the celebrity aspect doesnt impact them.

Endeavour being overly violent ( and also bakugou) isnt never addressed as a negative trait often enough. So we dknt see any consequences of how being overly violent could cause the corruption pf society to fester. We only have the liscensing exam address this and its treated as a joke and not a major issue.

The world feels underdeveloped in mha. So many things that should affect society not getting shown and its consequences properly addresses. And it ends up dragging the characters down with it as well.

Long Anon is back! Glad you didn’t get eaten by the snake demon! (Or I think it’s you? Be weird if I got two anons that have long asks. Pleasant but odd.)

But you hit on a key flaw in the manga’s writing; it tells you that certain things are happening but hardly ever shows it.

We see a bit of quirkless discrimination at the start of the manga but it never pops up again. (Unless you count All Might’s belief that the world has to believe he was born powerful.) So, that suggests that Izuku wasn’t picked on because he was quirkless, but because everyone was sucking up to Bakagou. We don’t even get flashbacks of anyone other than Bakagou picking on Izuku for not having a quirk. (Okay, Bakagou’s lackies but they only acted when Bakagou was around from what we’ve seen.)

We’re told that mutants are discriminated against, however, we never see it. Even with side materials, the worst we’re shown is that the world hasn’t made a lot of accommodations for larger mutants. Which sucks but keep in mind quirks have only been around for a handful of generations and a LOT of things need to be handled. However, there have been scenes that show that the world is trying to pick up the slack. (Though I don’t have it on me right now, I will be tackling this when I can.) The worst we’ve seen in the story of discrimination against mutants is when Shinsou called Ojiro a monkey, that’s all I can recall.

Speaking of Shinsou, his whole character is built around the fact that he’s struggling to be a hero because he has a quirk others deem villainous. But aside from one scene where some kids are being condescending assholes we never see this. We see people requesting he not use it on them and with good reason; despite the fact it makes others uncomfortable, Shinsou is very trigger-happy with his quirk, so they have to ask him. And when I say "uncomfortable," I mean that they don’t like losing control of their bodies or not remembering what they did, not that they’re scared of it. In fact, we never see Shinsou ostracized for his quirk, quite the opposite. We see everyone stating how awesome his quirk is and how they think he’ll an excellent hero. Because of this, it’s annoying when he goes on about how he could never be a hero because of his quirk.

Most irritating thing? There was an easy way to fit it in! At the Sports festival, have some of the heroes state that Shinsou’s quirk is creepy. Then when he’s doing his test with Class A and B, the teen could have flashbacks to others calling him a villain in his old school. Not only would the latter help us to sympathize more with Shinso, but it would have made the compliments he got mean so much more.

As is though, it looks like the only condemning Shinsou is Shinsou. (He reminds me of Goob from “Meet the Robinsons.”) The only reason he didn’t get into the hero course was that he was out of shape. If an invisible girl with no other strengths and Ojiro who is basically normal except for having a fluffy tail could get in, then he could have too. Honestly, it feels like he’s just ignoring actual obstacles and focusing on a made-up one in his head.

Monoma—sorry, even though I like him, my mind is mostly blank. I do recall that from what we’ve seen he’s one the best fighters against Class 1-A, even going toe-to-toe with Bakagou and nearly winning. I don’t recall more than a throwaway line that he says addressing the fact he was discriminated against.

As for the heroes—again, we’re told that they’re as bad as the villains, but while we’ve seen the hero’s commission acting iffy, we haven’t seen any heroes take advantage of their position of power or do anything bad. There are only two exceptions; 

One is Hawks, who killed Twice. However, it can be argued that he had a right to as Twice was a known criminal part of a terrorist organization, and killing him was for the greater good as his quirk could have been used to hurt a lot of innocent people. And then there’s Endeavor, who is shown to be a very, very shitty father and a husband who should do jail time for his abuse, but is still a decent hero who does his job and protect lives. And—unlike others—he acknowledges his crimes and makes no excuses. He takes full blame and doesn’t ask anyone to forgive him. Rather, he states that he wants to earn it if he can’t. He even acknowledges that in some cases he might not be able to do so, but even then he still tries to do what’s right.

So, to reiterate the manga is terrible at showing, not telling. And even with the telling most of it is done in one-line lines. This is a big deal as all of these are major things for plots and characters. If you’re going to introduce stuff like this, you need to have solid evidence. As of now we just have he said, she said, they said.

#bnha meta #bnha critical #mha #bnha #shinsou critical #shinsou Hitoshi critical #show don't tell #oldest writing rule #especially with visual mediums

[galaxxies18]

Hanami (2022) - Oh Flower, Oh Flower, Please Don't Scatter

Prologue Chapters (1-2) ; Common Route Chapters (1-3) ; Common Route Chapters (4-6)

Chapters 7 - 9 below the cut~~

I'm back from the dead (totes not because of AGF) <3

Chapter 7

Qu Hey, Gui. Do you know where Mizuki ran off to? He was supposed to have a shift today, but I haven't seen him at all. Gui Mizuki went out. Qu Outisde? Well, that's news to me. Gui 2 hours ago. Qu ...Oh my, oh my. My, it's like a recurring disease, isn't it?

Gui Mizuki is a disease? Qu Ah, sorry. It isn't a disease, but more like a habit of slacking off.

Gui A habit of slacking off. Qu Well, we're short staffed today, so I have no choice but to bring him back. Do you know where Mizuki headed off to? Gui I know. Do you want me to show you the way? Qu Please. It's almost time for opening, so let's hurry. Mizuki ... Gui Mizuki. Mizuki Ha? Geh. Qu is here too... Qu Mizuki, today you're hall staff. You need to come back. Mizuki ...It's not like there's a difference if I'm not there, ain't it? Gui, don't bring Qu here. Gui Qu was looking for Mizuki. Mizuki ...Tch. Qu I have no idea why you went here, but right now, we need to get back. The store won't run properly without you. Mizuki (sighs) Gui Mizuki is waiting for someone. Mizuki I ain't waiting for shit. I'm goin' with 'ya already. I just don't like being in Starless right now. I'd rather be here right now. Qu ...If I ask you right now why, will you tell me the reason? Mizuki ...Shut it, I don't need it. I'll come back with 'ya already, so just shut it. Go on ahead. Qu Alright, we'll go on ahead. Let's go, Gui. Gui Mhm. Understood. Qu Mizuki, we'll wait for you at Starless, alright? Mizuki ...

Chapter 8

Zakuro My, my. A spectacle of flowers in full bloom. This time, the performance is outstanding as well. It's difficult to tell which of the two are better. Yoshino I agree. It seems people who are fans of the playwright are coming to visit as well. It's so great to see many new customers coming in. Zakuro Yes, indeed. Kei Zakuro and Yoshino. What are you doing here? Yoshino I'm here to pick up any extra flyers. But it seems like Un'ei-kun isn't here. Kei If it's Un'ei-kun, he's outside right now. The flyers are stored inside the cardboard box on the shelf. Yoshino Thank you. Zakuro Kei, if I may, I have a question for you? For now, "Hanahodoku" and "Hirahirari" won't be performed, yes? Kei The performance this time was a special request from a client. As long as the playwright's fans are coming, we need to keep the program simple. Zakuro I see, I see. However, us singers also wish to sing our songs to all the new fans. You feel the same way, don't you, Yoshino? Yoshino Mhmm...I understand the feeling, but I can understand Kei's reasoning as well. It'll be a lie if I said I don't want to perform, but this performance isn't the place for it right now. Zakuro Is that so? But since it's a Hanami performance, wouldn't it be better if a variety of flowers were in bloom? Kei This time, the request was made because Akira and Rindou stood out in the eyes of the playwright. In a way, you can say they won that right to perform. It's not easy to be able to reach that point. Zakuro Well, now that you saw that, you surely are correct. Well then, in order to protect my pride as a singer, I'll have to work extra hard during my lessons. Let's go on then, Yoshino. Yoshino ...Zakuro. I have to be out at the hall today, you know? Zakuro Oya oya? Something like that happened? Kei A path won't open for those who aren't on the move, Zakuro. Yoshino And there you have it. Let's get back to work, okay? Zakuro It's only natural for human beings to have an endless amount of hope. However, for now it seems there is an end of the line.

Chapter 9

Nekome Oya~ This year's Hanami is really sophisticated~ Sin Are you able to distinguish the colors of the wind that blows in hell? Nekome I don't wanna~ After all, I have feelings and sympathy too, ya'know? Kokuyo Aren't they just the same thing? Nekome Oh? Kokuyo, what are you doing here? Isn't the performance soon? Kokuyo I just came to see how the audience was doing. I'll going back soon. It looks like the guy who comes back without any warning has no idea how to read the room. Nekome I see. So basically, I've become the straight man[1], haven't I? I guess it's only right. But with the return of the autumn breeze, so too will the whale's bones be revived. How was it? Do you feel the atmosphere? Sin It seems the key is for the wrong door. Nekome It's pretty rare to find someone who has the same sense as you do. Kokuyo Stop talking about such nonsense already. If you really want to chatter more than work, I'd be more than happy to go out with you. However, I decide the flow of the convo, go it? Nekome Uwah~ That's a real nasty expression ya got there. I gotta knock on some wood to prevent any bad luck~[2] Sin Kokuyo. Did you want to find out why he disappeared? Kokuyo Not really. It's an unspoken rule here at the shop to not dig in to anyone's past. He's still the same old plain guy from the past, that much hasn't changed. If he wasn't to talk about it, he can go ahead and blabber, but if he doesn't want anything to be said, he'll do anything to avoid it. Sin ...Shouldn't you take back the ghost's key? Kokuyo It's whatever. But, if he keeps running away like that, he'll eventually get caught. I've seen a lot of stories where they manage to get by normally, but in the end eventually get caught in the act. Sin Is it the shadow of a bird or a beast that falls into the night? It's hard to distinguish. Kokuyo ...Hm.

[1]: He says Tsukkomi, and with those unfamiliar with that, it's the wiser half of the stupid and straight man combo that's a popular comedy trend (esp in Japan) [2]: He says "Kuwabara kuwabara," which is a saying to not get hit by lightning but I just used the English equivalent.

#hanami 2022 #; galaxxi's translations. #bsts yoshino #bsts qu #bsts #bsts kei #bsts mizuki #bsts gui #bsts zakuro #bsts kokuyou #bsts sin #bsts nekome #blst translation #blackstar theater starless oc #blackstar: theater starless #blackstar theater starless #chapter 9 was a pain in the ass #and in the brain

[thessalian]

Thess vs Slacking Off

Well, the good news is that Temp apparently has a sixth sense for how far to push her luck (or Violet or Milady have been picking up her slack today, either way), because she didn’t seem to be pulling her usual bullshit.

The bad news? Goblin pulled some egregious bullshit that turned a properly paced day into a little over an hour of pushing-too-hard nightmare and logging out five minutes past home-time.

See, even at our worst as far as workload goes, the thing we mainly try to do is be no more than 24 hours behind on the typing. It’s not always easy, but we try. And today it looked like we actually had it! I mean, only barely, but seriously, one of the last bits of dictation from yesterday was a twelve-minute monstrosity from someone who doesn’t normally do those kids of dictations, and whose dictation I usually dislike anyway because she’s got some sentence structure issues and will use ten words when one will do. Still, most of the rest of the typing was fairly okay so I figured I could take a minute to breathe and work at a regular pace for the last hour and a half or so before close of play. This should have been fine - I got the longer stuff done first so that I could time my day better, and was looking forward to a relatively gentle hour for once.

Except then I noticed that the number of dictations in the queue had grown a lot between the start of my two-minute dictation and the end of it. Like, I know the difference between “a lot of people dictating at about the same time” spikes and “someone just dumped a whole wodge from their queue back into the main queue” spikes, and this was basically the latter. And as it was 4pm, and Goblin’s day ends at 4pm, I had an inkling as to what had happened. So I figured I’d check just to make sure that there was going to be nothing from yesterday that would need to be done before close of play.

There were over a dozen reports from yesterday, all timestamped from before my end-of-yesterday chunk. It seems she pulled her usual trick of idling and chatting and gossiping and whatever the fuck it is she does to kill time, got next to nothing done on the typing she generally hates doing anyway, and then just dumped it all back in the queue when the clock struck 4. Hell, she was halfway through one, as far as I could tell - the one on the top of her list had the specimen details and clinical details typed in but she’d left without doing the main body.

Now, I know that you obviously want to leave on time. Particularly Goblin, as she lives a long way away and there are some timetable issues with the bus local to her house. However, it fucks everyone over if you sit on stuff in your queue for several hours, barely touch it, and then dump it all back in. If you know you’re not going to get the typing done for whatever reason, you leave it there, so others can arrange their workload accordingly. But no. No, she just idled through the last couple of hours of the day and then dumped all the stuff she couldn’t be bothered to do into the main queue again, so that those of us who work past 4pm would look bad when there’s this chunk of yesterday’s typing carrying over to tomorrow.

Well, Temp wasn’t going to touch it. I knew that perfectly well. So I grabbed it and got through it, and somehow managed to get them all done while only going five minutes past the clock. I mean, I’m paying for it now, but at least it’s done. While I may not like having to pick up my colleagues’ slack (because I really, really don’t), I do actually take pride in doing my job to the best of my abilities, and if I can keep us from being more than 24 hours behind on the typing, then that’s what I’ll fucking well do. Besides, knowing my luck, I’d get some of the blame for it splashed on me. I work too hard to be tarred with that brush, thanks.

Another bit of good news, though, is that I might not have to go into the office to help with the phones while Scruffman’s on holiday in a couple of weeks. I’m ringing to talk to him about it on Friday, but seems that there’ll probably be enough cover for the phones. I mean, this is good because after the bullshit I’ve taken from Temp and Goblin this week, it might be better to not have me share space with them, lest I throttle them both.

Anyway, at least I did the baked chicken and vegetables thing for dinner yesterday, so plenty of leftovers, and don’t have to cook. I think that would be a step too far. There will be a shops run in a little bit, though. Today’s one of those days when I deserve chocolate.

#Thess has a day job

[kenovele]

Blog 42

I have kind of gotten out of the habit of writing, three weeks off writing the blog has been appreciated, work has picked up and I have frequently found myself overwhelmed with things that I need to do and things that I have to do and writing the blog was the final drop that overflowed the glass, so I was glad to have Benoit to pick up the slack. But now it is back to me as Benoit now finds himself in the world of bureaucracy. I was able to enjoy my last toasted sandwich at Te Aroha made for me by my personal driver and chef before he started his job on Wednesday. I will miss this period, although I think it will help Benoit’s relationship with my parents the fact that he now has a job. I know that I am going to miss having him around all the time, whether it is to keep me company in Te Aroha, or to do the little things around the house so our weekends can be filled with things we want to do, or getting dinner ready so we can go climbing. It will be different, and I think it will take us a little bit of getting used to and possibly will mean we need to do a bit more organising  each week, but it is a good step for Benoit to feel more rooted and comfortable in NZ. It will also be good for him to get out there and meet some new people in the professional world.

Like all government run agencies, it is badly organised, he only found out on Tuesday that he was starting on Wednesday, but like ‘Castor Cool’, Benoit is good at going with the flow, and taking life as it comes. He spends his days checking papers for errors in the printing. He is working for the elections, two weeks before the election day on the 14th of October and two weeks after the day. Currently he is in a team of four, working at the ‘head quarters’ where they are checking that all the voting papers have been correctly printed. It is a mind-numbing job but one Benoit says he is enjoying because he is assured that it is short term. On the second day, he had already decided that the speaker system at the office was not good enough and had decided to bring in his speaker to ensure good quality sound for all the office people. He is also enjoying the perks of office life which means coffee breaks. The office apparently has a very good coffee machine that makes all sorts of coffees, including cappuccinos, so although this last month Benoit has been trying to reduce his coffee intake, he has very quickly become a slave to the wonders of caffeine in a desk job.  Three cappuccinos later and Benoit won the self-appointed challenge of checking his stack of papers the fastest, the prize however was only another stack of papers!

Apparently this job pays well though, as after two days (half days might I add 9am till about 14h) Benoit bought himself an electric bike. I may have a mocking tone, but it was a great purchase, a nice big battery, speeds up to 45kmph and made for commuting, complete with saddle bag attachments, mudguards and headlights. I will leave him to explain the wonders of the bike in more detail, but overall it was a good purchase and kiwi made so a win win. But all I see is a nice looking bike in a even better colour, a beautiful olive green, apparently the bike is unisize, so I look forward to trying it out this weekend!

In between work and bike buying we have been to the climbing gym twice so far and we plan to go on Sunday as well. Slowly I am getting more and more confident in the lead climbing part of the gym. It is showing in my fingers as once again, my fingers are getting all callused up and I can no longer fit some of my rings which I was enjoying wearing again while we were building the tiny house and too busy to climb, but not wearing my rings is a small price to pay for the joy of climbing. We spend out car rides to and from the gym sending voice messages and crocheting, then a good two hours of climbing. We rotate our sessions between bouldering, climbing on lead projecting, climbing on lead volume training and top-rope volume training which is much more intense because the breaks are shorter. We try to rotate evenly but we are very keen to get better at lead climbing, so whenever we have the time to lead climb, we have been tending towards that one at the moment.

This weekend, it was the All Black vs Italy on Saturday morning which we went into my grandparents to watch, I organised watching the game with them before we found out that Benoit had a training day for work, so he missed half of the game but luckily with his new electric bike he was able to be autonomous in his trips. I spent the rest of the day in wedding mode. As you may know, my best friend Josie is getting married and I am the maid of honour so I have a lot of dress appreciating duties. This weekend we went to a jewellery shop and then our fourth and fifth dress shops before going back to the third dress shop we went to last weekend. So a Saturday full of wedding dresses and at the end of it all I could see was white dresses and expensive price tags, but it was enjoyable none the less and I was glad to be able to help out with the decision making and do my wedding duties. As usual though, having a busy Saturday full of commitments means that you want to do two contradictory things on Sunday. One cram in everything that you didn’t do on Saturday into Sunday (jobs around the house, washing, meal prepping for the week, sport) but two, you want to relax and recharge for the week ahead. Before it was a bit easier to choose option two because I had my kept man at home that did all those domestic chores while I was at work, but now option one still needs to be done. So Sunday was spent trying to balance getting everything done, with relaxing. And I think we did well, but honestly, everyone that knows me knows that I don’t relax, so who am I kidding, we did well because we got through the list, and enjoyed each other’s company. A win in my books.

And once again, another Sunday, and the beginning of a new week, but this one where Benoit and I will both be working full time. It shall be another change to the dynamic of our partnership, one that will take a little bit of adjusting to but compared to everything else we have  had to adjust to, I think this one will be easy.

Love Kate xxx