#i forget the pyramid really be THAT big

[milolunde]

SO SONIC FORCES!!!

Always thought it was interesting. I don’t actually think I heard anything about the game before buying it, I just knew that it was a Sonic game. yippee!!!

Immediately after my initial whimsy wore off I started treating it like all my favorite media: a project to be rewritten to my liking. That was maybe five years ago, when I was gung-ho on the angst factor of the story above the Sonic factor.

After watching through the game’s Japanese dub and realizing the simple differences in word choice single-handedly enhanced the story, I started rewriting it AGAIN…. Here’s some of that <3

vvv

I’ve drawn Sonic after escaping Eggman “giving him hell,” and NOT after torture (I want to know the translator/script writer who thought that was a good idea, by the way), worse for wear, but excited to be free and stick it to the Freaks who thought they could kept him locked up and take over the world.

After Sonic narrowly escapes the Death Egg in the Slow-Down Shoes (you can clap) and finds Gadget (or “Buddy”) they head to the Arsenal Pyramid… after a change of shoes and a bite to eat, of course.

Sonic continues through the game in a set of spare shoes which make his in-game boost gauge deplete faster. His shoes, as well as his fatigue, keep him from winning out, leading to his partial-victory against Infinite, and landing him and Silver on the sidelines. Gadget takes on missions with other resistance members at his side while Sonic recuperates with Silver.

Tails hears the news Sonic is alive and quickly arrives to the HQ to reunite with his brother. He supplies Sonic with a pair of his iconic shoes, an extra set from the supplies he was able to grab before Eggman took over his labs. Officially recuperated enough, by his standards, Sonic and Tails are officially back in it and ready to get back to the fight.

^^^

You know… I don’t think I’ve ever shared my “rewrites” anywhere but with my friends. Sometimes it gets so complicated in my head it makes it really hard to get everything on paper. A lot of my “Forces rewrite” is handing the characters differently and how that changes the story.

In general, Forces is a… fine enough idea, but SEGA has a reputation for floundering good ideas and for forgetting you can appeal to a young audience while also allowing older kids to enjoy it without making a flat story.

Hearing the difference of “they’ve been torturing Sonic,” (ENG.) and “they’ve been giving him hell,” (JAP.) and “Tails has lost it,” (ENG.), “Tails is still missing,” (JAP.) I realized a lot of what I didn’t like- what I was rewriting- was the tone. It’s one of Force’s biggest issues: it doesn’t know what it wants to be. The Japanese dub seems to have an idea, but that can’t save it from the fact Infinite is A Big Loser and Sonic actually has no reason to be afraid of him, especially if Infinite wasn’t present during his time on the Death Egg… So I’m doing it myself

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #my art #sonic #sonic forces #YOU CAN ASK QUESTIONS BTW!!! there’s nothing much to say #and there’s nothing much to ask #but I LOVE TALKING!!! #forces!RW

[heartlesscorpse]

Sleepy Cuddles w/ Pyramid Head 🩸🔪 △

Pyramid Head brainrot goes brrr. Pyramid Head brainrot is forever eternal, anyway — yeah I have yet another post of Pyramid Head because I’m bored, my brain had ideas, and I NEED him so I feel like catering myself once again w/ Pyramid Head. That’s all I can say. OH YEAH might I add, rather than Silent Hill’s PH like my last few posts this time I decided this time around I’m gonna do DBD Pyramid Head. Also a heads up for the small nsfw warning in this post.

Doing back to back trials or maybe more is always tiring. Leaves you all sleepy asf, grumpy, and really not wanting to be thrown into another trial for the entity’s amusement.

Usually you’d try sleeping around the campfire or take short naps, literally whenever you have the chance to do so before the entity drags you off to another random map, and it can get pretty annoying when you don’t get no breaks to rest. >:((

And what’s better than looking for none other than your favourite tall killer, the Executioner for some cuddles???

If you need cuddles or sleep, Pyramid Head’s always there in Midwich waiting for you whenever he’s not busy with any trials of his own. :))

He loves earning small visits from you while the both of you have some time to spend when the Entity isn’t calling for either of you for the next trial.

The two of you meet up usually in the halls of the school or some random classroom if Pyramid Head happened to be looking for you first. The nurses office is where the two of you kick back and relax in each other’s company most often, because that’s where all the old mattresses are left on the rusted metal bed frames.

The beds are way too small to fit with Pyramid Head’s large figure so the both of you would settle with stripping off all the mattresses from the bed frames, lie them all on the floor stacked atop each other by 2 by 4 for bigger space.

Cuddles w/ the big guy are the fucking best. And he enjoys cuddling you too.

Because of the huge height differences between the both of you, he thinks you’re the perfect size so he could gently squeeze you in his arms while you’re all curled up with him.

And don’t forget about them man tiddies, his tiddies are the best for a pillow but in the end, you’re waking up with a sore neck. But it’s fucking worth it. >:))

It’s also soothing listening to his breathing from his rusted helmet or the soft growls rumbling from his chest, which kind of reminds you of thunder rolling through the sky in the distance.

As I mentioned the last time in one of my other hc posts with Pyramid Head, he’s a fuckin’ walking heater and all that body heat radiating from him while you’re pressed against him with his arms around you is just pure bliss.

Feels so nice to pass out in his arms especially with all that exhaustion and the multiple trials you went through still racking your brain, and he likes it how easily you conk out the moment you get comfy with him just in a matter of seconds.

On some small occasions there’s times where Pyramid Head is also hornee and wanting help with finding some relief, once granted consent he’ll keep in mind how tired you are after all those trials you went through of course, this time around he’ll restrain himself from going too rough on you and will opt to fucking you gently and at a slower pace. Getting some relief out of this and also helping you destress, a small little reward for doing such a great job. <33

After cuddles and naps with Pyramid Head you’re feeling all rejuvenated and energized to keep pushing on through more trials the entity has yet to throw at you.

Sometimes it’s not enough and Pyramid Head will decide to keep you for a little while longer, drawing the entity’s attention in some instances and having to fight with them in order to prevent the entity from ripping you away from his grip.

Few minutes wasn’t enough he wants more time with his precious. Fuck off. >:((

Besides the exhaustion or stress from everything in the entity’s realm, you still visit Pyramid Head whenever just for more cuddles or naps to give the big guy some company and spend more time with your beloved Executioner.

🥩⋆♱✮♱⋆🔪 🩸

#pyramid head #dead’s hcs #brainrot hrs #dead’s dying #pyramid head x reader #gn reader #fluffies #smut #slashers x reader

[smoooothoperator]

untouchable

16: You Belong With Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

Warnings: someone you don't like at the end ;)

a/n: hello my darlings!! This is a SMAU I wanted to do becuase I think there's no other way that narrating their trip! I'll try to make a chapter before next week because I'll go to a trip.

Oh, and a big shoutout to the beautiful @racinggirl that helped me with this chapter!!

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violetsinclair added to their story

pietra.pilao what??? Where????

violetsinclair Egypt🫣🤭

pietra.pilao omggg bring me something from there!

violetsinclair of course 😗

landonorris added to their story

carlossainz55 and Spain when??

landonorris soon! This trip was part of her Christmas gift

carlossainz55 so you finally asked her? Is it official?

landonorris a McLaren wag, yep

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landonorris Day 1. History and Ancient Languages student gf= free guide on a museum🧡

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egiptioanmuseumcairo can we borrow her for our tourguide?

landonorris I think you have to ask the British Museum...

user5 is he really hard launching???

f1_gossip I think he is, yep

mclaren was is good tho?

landonorris Oh yeah, 10/10, totally recommend. Violet is a good one

violetsinclair you're welcome 😌

user9 I bet she's dating him because of his money

user6 totally, it's like he is her sugar daddy lol

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violetsinclair Day 1. The Egyptian Museum in Cairo. Needed water because I talked too much

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pietra.pilao how tall was that statue?

violetsinclair taller than Lando, for sure

maxfewtrell easy to be taller than him, did you see pictures of him as a kid?

landonorris you traitor

violetsinclair I went to his parents house, of course I know how short he was🤭

landonorris how dare you?😱

user2 finally a girlfriend that is not a model!!!

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landonorris Day 2&3. I made a friend and saw the pyramids

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oscarpiastri not that pose again...

landonorris oh yeah😎

user4 HAHAHA THE THIRD PIC OMG

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violetsinclair Day 2&3. I still have sand in places where it shouldn't be...

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landonorris need help to wash it off?😏

violetsinclair LANDO DUDE

maxfewtrell keep it in your pants mate...

oscarpiastri you and your obsession with OnlyFans...

user1 they act like they are a married couple already ffs😒

user2 they are in love, let them be

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lando.jpg if you search the definition of simp, you'll find a picture of me looking at my beautiful girlfriend 😍🤤

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daniel.jpg you are alive! Finally!

lando.jpg I just needed a muse

daniel.jpg simp

lando.jpg and proud of it!

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violetsinclair For more New Year's next to you, my love, my Osiris, my Ramsesses🧡

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landonorris my love, my Isis, my Nefertari🧡

mclaren happy new year Violet!🧡

violetsinclair happy new year admin🫶🏻

f1 we can wait to meet you! Happy new year

f1_gossip happy new year!!!

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landonorris Happy New Year, for more years next to you, you queen🧡

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carlossainz55 Is it official??

landonorris we have been soft launching for some weeks already... So yeah🥰

maxvertappen1 No way! Finally!

user19 they are so cute 🥺

user12 sorry but no, she kinda screams golddigger vibes

user16 lol? Do you know her? I saw a week ago in London buying Christmas presents and even with Lando next to her she paid everything she bought?? Like, she freaking went to Dior and Gucci stores??

user13 True! I was the one that attender her in Gucci and she paid everything with her phone! She was really sweet and Lando and her were so cute together! He even took a picture with me and Violet took it

f1_gossip 👀

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

It's not fair.

IT'S NOT FAIR!

How dare she? How dare she do everything she's doing right now? How dare she be with that man he warned her about. He will use her, he will play with her like a toy and then throw her away like trash.

That smile on their faces… It makes him sick.

How dare he? How dare he take the only thing he ever wanted? How dare he touch her and kiss her and expose her that way? She will suffer again.

He has to fix it. He has to take him away from her, make sure he doesn't touch her again.

But how… HOW?!

He has been staring at the screen of his laptop for God knows how long, his eyes are dry because of the light of the screen and the darkness in the room. The pictures, the comments, her smile, his smile.

Another notification from that phone.

He grabbed it, reading the text, smiling at it.

Vivi💜: Guess where am I now? Egypt!

Vivi💜: Lando and I came here to spend the New Year! It's really amazing!

Vivi💜: please, just say something… I'm really worried

He smirked reading it, looking at the multiple texts she sent to her friend.

It was kinda easy getting rid of Eloise. There's nothing better than a broken brake in the car to make sure she can't stop it while driving through a frozen road on her way to her village, making her have a crash.

It was easy acting desperate when he received the call from her parents, going there and looking at that girl he happily got rid of laying lifeless on a coffin. It was so easy convincing her parents saying that Violet, her childhood friend, is no longer her friend, making sure they don't even talk to her.

But now he has someone else on his radar. He has to make sure Lando is away from her, forever. He tried to warn him, sending him some gifts, some friendly reminders. But he's too stupid to use his brain and think that he should get away from her.

Lando Norris needs to get away from her, or else he will put his hands on the matter.

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[spiteless-xo]

toji hcs next! i'd love to see your thoughts on him 🤨

*cracks knuckles* ok i’ve been holding on to this ask until i felt ready to tackle it (since i’m still new to jjk) and i’ve decided that today is the day

╰┈➤ general headcanons - jjk.

ft. toji/gn!reader.

cw. sexual content (rough sex, possessiveness, marking, degradation).

toji is really smart. but he isn’t just smart, he’s smug about it too. he loves rubbing it in your face that he knows something you don’t, especially if it’s about a topic that you feel really passionate about — he’ll learn more about it just to one-up you the next time you talk about it together.

annoyingly sarcastic. like to the point where your face is already like 😑 even time he opens his mouth because you know he’s going to be annoying.

i feel like he’s the type to be involved with pyramid schemes, but he gets in first and then gets out before it all comes crashing down. particularly financial pyramid schemes like the “gifting cloud” scheme that was going around a few years back.

also soooooo cocky and stuck up. thinks he’s better than everyone around him and makes it very obvious. if he’s talking to someone that he doesn’t think is as smart/clever as him, he’ll literally just walk away mid-conversation

in bed, this man is ROUGH. he’s big and strong and loves just throwing you around the room and twisting your body to suit his needs. he loves having you on your knees, back arched, with his hand pressing the back of your head into the mattress while he takes you from behind.

he’s also very possessive. likes to “punish” you for flirting with other guys or wearing outfits that draw too much attention or… anything, really. it’s not that he’s jealous, exactly… more like he just doesn’t want you to forget that you belong to him and will definitely leave hickeys and bruises on you in noticeable places.

he’s also big into name calling/degradation in bed. loves to fuck you stupid and then make fun of you for it. calling you his little pet, his whore, his cocksleeve.

sex with toji is very intense so he’s actually… pretty good at aftercare? not your typical douchebag asshole that just fucks you and leaves, but he actually takes the time to clean you off afterward and will kiss every mark he leaves on your body. but don’t be mistaken, he’s not doing this for you. he knows that if he’s too rough that you’ll leave, and he has to make sure he keeps his fuck toy happy.

#toji #jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk headcanons #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x y/n #toji x you #gn!reader #tiff.ask #tiff.fic

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Jenna And we got a lot of mail about it, Angela. We had a fan question from Saundra C in Georgia and many others who said, In this episode, we see a life size cutout of Chuck, played by Zachary Levi, displaying his love of the Pyramid phone. This is not addressed in the episode and is never explained. Was Zachary Levi in on this? Did he have to give permission? Well, first of all, just for anyone who doesn't know, Chuck was a very popular television show running during this time. It was created by Josh Schwartz. 

Angela It was also on NBC. 

Jenna It was. The plot was, Computer geek Chuck Bartowski opens an email that has been encoded subliminally with vital government secrets, triggering a massive download of critical information into his brain, prompting both the CIA and NSA to assign an agent to protect him so that no one can exploit this downloaded information in his brain. 

Angela Yeah, like his old college roommate emailed it to him and somehow he got all this information in his brain. 

Jenna Kind of a la The Matrix.  

Angela Kind of. 

Jenna Without the spigot thing, you know, without going without the poky thing that goes in the back of his- you have to plug in.

Angela Oh, yeah, yeah. Not plugged in. Yeah.

Jenna Right. To download it. This was a wireless download. 

Angela Yeah. 

Jenna Well, when this episode aired, the series finale of Chuck had just aired. It was a big event. 

Angela The whole series? 

Jenna The whole series had just ended. 

Angela Oh. 

Jenna But in order to get and use this cut out of Zachary Levi, Steve Burgess said we had to ask Warner Brothers because they own the character of Chuck. And they said yes, but we had to pay them in order to use their character. And then we contacted Zachary Levi to see if we could take some photos of him for our cut out, but he wasn't available. So Warner Brothers let us use like a publicity photo that they had for the TV show. And Warner Brothers said that their only stipulation was that we had to give them credit and we could not use Chuck in any derogatory way, which we did not. 

Angela We did not. There was an extended scene when everyone is arriving for the day to come work in the new Sabre store. 

Jenna Mm hmm. 

Angela Each Dunder-Mifflin Sabre employee walks past the Chuck poster, and they all do, like, you know, the two fingers where you kiss the two fingers, and then you pat it on something. 

Jenna Like a good luck thing? 

Angela Yeah. They all go (KISS NOISE) and they, like, kind of pat his forehead. Everyone does it except Erin, who hugs him, and Stanley just walks by him indifferently. 

Jenna Brent shared that Mindy was very fond of this cardboard cutout. 

Angela She was. I remember it. 

Jenna Yes. Because after the episode was over, do you remember she put it in her office? 

Angela Yeah. In the corner. 

Jenna Yes. And she would hang things on it, like she'd put her hat on it or a hoodie. 

Angela Her coat. Yeah. 

Jenna Yeah. So you could go in there and it would be sort of like a dress up cut out. 

Angela Yeah. And if her door was open, if you were walking down the hallway, you always saw it. It's really funny. 

Jenna Yes! And sometimes you'd forget and think a person was in there. Or that Zachary Levi was in there.

#me being a huge chuck fan this fascinates me #delete scenes #chuck #chuckedit #chuck bartowski #zachary levi #the office ladies #the office edits #the office edit #theoffice #theofficeedits #theofficeedit #john krasinski #gif #gifs #gifset #i always kind of thought john and zach looked like brothers or twins so

[lukabitch]

Ok I think I’m so funny for this but what if a survivor called Danny, Deathslinger, trickster, Pyramid head and Michael a baby girl on accident. Like read just says “Good luck with that baby girl” or something along those lines. It’s honestly something I would do without thinking about it.

Also if you wanna add this maybe there has been romantic tension between the reader and the killers before this happened? Only if you want to add it

Omg? This is among the best request I’ve gotten. First time writing for Deathslinger so sorry if I get anything wrong. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Tw: none this is pure comedy and romance

Ghostface:

What?

He’s not your baby girl! He’s your baby boy get it right! >:(

He’ll take it in a more joking manner. He’ll laugh it off.

Though he couldn’t deny his heart skipped a beat.

He’ll try to turn it around on you. Calling you baby, babe, etc.

This just makes the tension between the two of you worse.

The two of you would go back and forth teasing each other.

Eventually it would come to a head with you pinned under him.

He’ll give you a quick peck on the cheek and leave you flustered. :)

Deathslinger:

Fuckin huh?

He’s so confused. Why did you call him baby girl?

He will go into angry old man mode.

“What did you call me runt!?” He can be very rude. >:(

Though he can’t exactly explain it. He just wants to hear you call him baby again. Just minus the girl.

Man those thoughts made him crazy. Why did he like it?

He isn’t the type to know how to handle his emotions. It mainly comes out passive aggressive.

You would pick up on this and pretty much help him sort out his emotions.

Congrats you now have a grumpy grandpa for a boyfriend! :D

Trickster:

Oh? He likes that!

He’s never been called that one before! Definitely a thrilling thing for him.

This man’s flirt game is off the charts when it comes to you.

He loves to call you baby girl back as a joke. If you are uncertain with that he’ll apologize of course.

He hadn’t really thought about why he liked being called baby girl though.

The tension between the two of you was magical to him. He just loved it.

He would tease you and you would tease back more. The perfect dynamic for him.

Though things do come to a head.

I hope you like kissing in a locker because that’s what happened. :)

Pyramid Head:

What do you mean?

He faintly understands what you said. Very faintly understands.

It did make him feel something new. Something he didn’t think he could feel.

It was weird for him. Love isn’t an emotion that he felt before.

That being said he’ll just stand very close.

Like extremely close to the point your just pushed against his chest.

You didn’t mind and would just make jokes about it.

“Wow you sure do like that huh?” You gave him head pats.

Now he comes to you for head pats and comfort. :)

Micheal Myers:

He’s never had that big of a grasp on gender and things like that.

I mean he was stuck in a hospital that dehumanized him for years.

He’d just think your talking to him like normal. That was until someone pointed it out.

He really didn’t care he actually liked it.

He’d just pick you up and hug you like a teddy bear.

If you give this man more attention he will lap it up.

He likes to press his mask against your lips. It’s his way of giving kisses.

“Aw Mikey you like being called that? How cute.” He really likes it when you tease him.

He loves you and he won’t let you forget that.

Again really sorry for the delay. I hope you like it. :)

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd killer #request #killer x survivor #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd headcanons #danny johnson #danny johnson x gn reader #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #caleb quinn x gn reader #trickster #the trickster #ji woon hak #trickster x gn reader #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #pyramid head x gn reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x gn reader #micheal myers x reader #trickster x reader #caleb quinn x reader #pyramid head x reader #danny johnson x reader

[sl-walker]

Ooh, can I have a snippet of Stardust please?

You can! From the next yet-unposted chapter (May 14th, 2017), something of a reunion of the Justice League International, though none of them remember that they were the JLI orignally:

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“C’mon, watch your flank!”

“¡Por el amor de Dios!  I’m trying, Lantern!”

“Not hard enough!”

“Ease off, Old Bay, it’s just training.”

“Hey, Deep Dish, I’ll ease off when you get off your high bug and join the rest of us out here.  Until then, your mini-beetle needs practice in fuckin’ teamwork, you hear me kid?!”

“Ouve, palhaço--!”

“Oh, Bea, please--”

“I got no idea what that was, Beatriz, but I’m guessin’ it was very impolite and would just wreck my sweet virgin ears.”

“Virgin my ass.”

“Who said that?!”

“Are they always like this?” Booster asked, flying backwards until he was just outside of the Bug’s viewports; the proximity didn’t matter since they were on comms, but he had to admit that he felt a little safer with Ted and Ted’s airship at his back.  Even though there were only ostensibly good-guys around.

Ted was flying support in costume; he held a finger up, then hit some button or another on the console before saying, “Yeah, they kind of are.  I mean-- well, you heard them introduce themselves.”

Booster had indeed heard it, since it had been for his benefit; Guy had gone, “This is my girl Tora and her girl Bea,” which he got a snicker out of, especially since Bea openly disliked Guy and it was mutual.  How Tora managed to survive between those two sticks of dynamite was a big mystery that Booster was sure he’d find out someday.  Unlike both Guy and Bea, Tora was so sweet that even just meeting her for the first time, Booster wanted to protect her from any possible threat.

And that feeling persisted all the way up until she dropped an ice pyramid on him, apologizing the whole time.  Most of it was still down there in pieces.  Booster’s forcefield protected him, but the sensation of being battered to the ground under several tons of ice despite that was one he wasn’t gonna forget anytime soon.  He’d been about three feet below the surface by the time he could stand back up and then had to contend with Guy cackling and pointing at him.

Point well made and taken.

“I don’t know how Tora can stand it,” he said, shaking his head as Guy and Bea argued mid-air, Tora stood on the ground pinching the bridge of her nose, and Jaime took advantage of the break and flew over to join them.

His armor was pretty amazing-looking; it didn’t exactly make Jaime intimidating, but it did make him look like he was a force to be reckoned with.  Especially when he fired up his arm cannons, which were much larger and flashier than Booster’s gauntlet blasters.

Ted snorted. “I have my theories, but they aren’t polite enough to share with subadults.”

“Excuse me?” Jaime asked, the armor peeling back from his head while he gave Ted stink-eye through the viewport. “Only for one more year, oh glorious mentor.”

Ted leaned forward intently. “Jaime.  Have you decided what you wanna do with your future?”

Jaime made an inarticulate noise of frustration and flew away from them, but not before flipping Ted the double-bird, which made Ted cackle like a hyena.

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It really is basically just what it says on the tin. LOL! I had a ton of fun writing them, though; I've loved that incarnation of the Justice League for a helluva long time. And seeing who they are in this latest 'reboot' always makes for a fascinating study. When you know the characters and their dynamics across two prior timelines, seeing who they are on this third reboot means understanding the layers going on under the surface while having to remember that none of them remember any of it.

Thanks! ^^;

#booster gold #blue beetle #michael carter #ted kord #guy gardner #beatriz da costa #tora olafsdotter #jaime reyes #justice league international #stardust

[babiebom]

Dbd Killers as Nicknames my friends and I use in game

A/N: because i think. I only have like one thing posted for dbd. These are the Male Killers!

Tw:maybe cursing? None? Slight sexualization of certain killers?

Genre:headcanons? Or written like headcanons at least

Wc: maybe 3+ for each killer?

The Trapper/Evan Macmillan

Has no nickname

Is just "the trapper"

Always said in a panic tho

Is usually called a "stupid stupid man"

The Clown/Jeffrey Hawk

"Oh it's *imitation of him coughing*"

His nickname is just us coughing in gross ways

Also "you absolute baboon" by when we're upset

The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson

My boyfriend

I exclusively call him this

Everyone else says "oh no your boyfriend is here"

Or we call him Ghost-a Fa-che in really bad italian accents

The Executioner/Pyramid Head

Conehead

Forgot the word pyramid

Also trianglehead

Usually proceeded or followed by "ewwwwww why is he sludging up the place????"

The Twins/Victor Deshayes

Ugly little baby

We forgot that he is not really a baby

We also call him Viktor Vector

Usually followed by "kill her little baby"

Or "stomp on himmmmm"

Then "yeah that's what you get you ugly baby"

The Mastermind/Albert Wesker

Lil Kitty Meow Meow

Bc I accidentally called him whisker

And that reminded me of the Lil kitty meow meow meme

Is usually followed by his "urgh" when he does the dashy thing

The Nemesis/Nemesis

Nemesussy

It was a slip of the tongue that stuck

I also call him Thanos half the time

I forget his name and panic

Then call him Thanos because big purple man

Usually proceeded by "oh god it's Thanos I can see his stupid little zombies"

The Doctor/Herman Carter

Has no nickname but is usually called out by saying "sorry I can't talk right now he's ELECTROCUTING ME"

followed by imitations of his laugh

The Legion/Frank&Joey

I do not know how to write this

It's literally just The Legion but pronounced with a very bad French accent

Also Franklin or Frankie-boy

And Josepher and "which one is this one again"

The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak

We either call him Trickster

Or Jungkook from Bts(yes this whole thing)

Is usually followed by "bob and weave and bob and weave"

Or is followed by "please dont kamsahamnida me"

The Wraith/ Phillip Ojomo

Bing Bong

Because when he hits his little thing it goes Bing Bong

Usually proceeded by "oh god" and "please don't be bingbong"

Usually followed by "oh god where did he go"

The Hillbilly/ Max Thompson Jr

We just call him by Max

I usually call him Maxie-poo

Cute

The Cannibal/ Bubba Sawyer

Like Max we just call Bubba by Bubba

Bubba is a cute nickname in of itself

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

Onigiri

Because I said "Oni? Like onigiri?"

Followed by screaming or "someone stop him he's eating my blood"

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn

Rootie tootie mcshooty shooty

Because it's funny

Also sometimes call him the hashslinger

Or hashslinging slashed

From spongebob because we again forgot his name

The Shape/Michael Myers

Miku Miku

Because I panicked when I saw him and could not speak or remember his name for the life of me

Usually followed by "oh god this is gonna be a bad match"

Also followed by singing the song but only by saying Bing and bong.

The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger

"Ew its stupid what's his face....sleepytime....nightnight"

Has no real nickname because we're not happy to see him

"Why is there blood coming out of this...oh."

"Haha your neck is bent weird"

The Blight/Talbot Grimes

Incoherent screaming

Literally it's "uhhhh HA HUHHHH WHA HELP"

Followed by "why is he so fast?"

Or is called speedy Gonzales or Sonic

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács

I have accidentally called him the borgo

We also just call him the knight or just scream

The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer

Pinhead

I find it funny that that is an actual name for him

Because we usually call him that

The Demogorgon(?)

Or "stupid pinhead" but you get the gist

Also BabyBox

Bad doggie

He is a dog that is bad because he keeps biting me with his weird little face

The Dredge(?)

Is this thing a male? Idk but it counts

Again we are bad at remembering names

Half the time he is called the sludge

Usually followed by "why is it nighttime"

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight killer #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd shitpost #dbd headcanons #dbd killer #dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd doctor #dbd wraith #dbd wesker #dead by daylight shitpost #dbd male killers #dead by daylight male killers #slashers #slasher headcanons

[flamingplay]

Letters From the Hole

When we imagine Sisyphus excited to get his workout in, Plato’s cave is alive and well. There’s no shortage of culturally relevant allegories that speak to a) the futility of progress, b) humanity’s willful ignorance, and c) the fact that both of those concepts are central to modern-day American capitalism. We forget about the oppressive nature of wage labor when we think, If I work for 2 hours, I can afford to get myself a little treat. And after I get that little treat, then I’ll be more excited to have to work to stay alive. If we live in a world where life is not guaranteed without needing to work for it, then maybe we don’t live in a world that cares if we live.

Mountainhead, Everything Everything’s upcoming album, gives us a new, eccentric, and equally bleak allegory for unchecked capitalism and its meaningless growth. Set to release March 1st, the UK group tells the story of a world not built from the ground up, but dug from the top down. Mountainhead takes place in a society whose existence is dedicated to endlessly growing a mountain by digging deeper at its foot. As a teaser to the album, Everything Everything frontman Jonathan Higgs writes a letter as one of the lower-level members of mountain society. Those at the bottom work tirelessly to keep the elite elevated at the mountain’s top. It’s something we know a bit too well. As one must imagine Sisyphus happy, one must imagine the mountainheads watching Disney+.

Introduction Izzy Capulong

Letter Jonathan Higgs

Photos by Steven Gullick and Everything Everything

Dear Raymond

Greetings from the hole!

How are you doing? I don't know if your last few letters got lost on the way down or what but it would be great to hear from you. How is life on the slope? Things are very much the same here, every day we build the mountain and every day we dig a little deeper into the earth. There is a load of new stuff being installed in the pit at the moment, we have a simulated daylight bulb in the centre of our cavern, full spectrum, and it's on at least 5 hours a day. A new set of bird song recordings are being trialled and there is a renewed sense of urgency and hope down here. Yeah it's dark, a lot of the time, very very dark. But we're getting Disney+ soon apparently.

We're yet to hear anything but I guess you must have been ordained by now. So what is the daily life of a “Hellkite”? It must be so bright and the air must be so clean on the mountain. Real trees and real fur and breath and feathers and all the animal things around you. We have our own priests down here of course, and they do their best not to tire of us. They're so kind to give us their time and to warn us about drifting off into the dark. David says they are manipulative but I think they're doing us all a favour. One day we can all be like them, we can all get up the mountain, we just have to follow the rules and keep building. David calls it a pyramid scheme, I said “it's not a pyramid lol it's much, much, much bigger than that”. Is it true the mountain reaches the moon now?

There are rumours about what's at the top. Have you ever heard this? Some say it's a big mirror, 1000 miles wide. Some say it's a video screen and all that's on it is an infinitely reoccurring picture of whoever is looking at it. Is that really true? Why would you want to see yourself a million times over stretching into forever? Sounds mental. I heard some people say it's really a statue up there but the face changes into the highest person on the mountain. This all sounds magical and lovely but I think it's going over my head. Have you seen it? Do they tell you what's at the top?

At the deepest, darkest part of the cave they say there is a snake, an immense golden snake that will eat anyone that comes near. I don't know if it's bollocks or what. The priests are very adamant about it and prevent anyone from talking about it. I think it sounds quite cool. Have you ever heard about this snake? I used to be afraid of it but now I think it's the priests that are afraid of it. On some 'nights' we do hear a rumbling that is quite different to the machinery.

David has got a terrible cough, he says it's from the thick black smoke down here but I don't think the fumes are anywhere near as bad as they used to be. Yes we do still have deaths, quite a lot to be honest. Electricity has become quite expensive so we're using fire a lot of the time for heat. Grandmas are a thing of the past. The mining isn't ideal for my back but that's age for ya. My eyes are also getting worse, some of the pigment has gone from them and it's a bit of a strain to see through the smoke especially in the dark. Who needs eyes though really, I can dig and I can carry and I'm going to do my bit to make the mountain bigger. Kevin's head has flattened right out, it's like a slab of cheese, whatever that is. Also, our skin is translucent, more like a jelly or a tadpole. Again, no idea what a tadpole is. Or a jelly actually. Hair is white but that's normal. We get all the vitamin D we need from food it's not like we need sun, plus we'd actually get burnt to a crisp if we ever went outside.

Handsome William is now one of the many shapes of black and grey that slope through our tunnels. I lent him 101 Dalmatians on CD-ROM but his brain started coming out of his nose. David has started to wear the sign of the snake on his face, he says it's the only way to get what we want.

Teeth. Teeth teeth teeth. They've all gone. Kevin has one or two left but mine are all gone. Can teeth fall out of a brain? That's what I feel like, toothless all over, especially in my noggin. I know we don't technically need them anymore and we do have a lot of flavours now. We've got edible brown, ordinary grey, partially submerged grey, extremely colourful brown — we've got flavours coming out of our ears. That reminds me, I'm mostly deaf now but whatever, there's been an incessant hum for most of my life but it's slowly being replaced by a kind of hissing. Neither of which I'm that bothered about. We've got channels too, hundreds of them. Lots of choice. I watched a true crime series about all these crimes and it was entirely true. Well, I say “watched” but I can't see or hear and we don't have a TV.

I don't know if I've been going mad or what but I just feel like maybe I'm starting to maybe possibly have some doubts about this whole mountain thing. It's just, we never get told when things are going to change. I know the mantra is to keep making it bigger, but when is big enough? It's been growing all my life and my parents' life and their parents' life. It's fucking massive. There are millions of us down here just swimming back and forth in the dark and we're dying without ever seeing a crack of light. It's shit in the pit. Please get back to us, we can't keep waiting we need to know when it's our turn to go up.

We have to know why we're building it, we have to know what's at the top. The mountain is in the exosphere and I'm in a disposable nappy. Toothless in the blackness beating my head against the walls of the cave.

But I'll stick with it, I know I will, it's just around the corner. We'll grow it and we'll win it and we'll expand it and we'll do all the things they want. I just miss you and I want to see the sun one day.

I'm 45% microplastics and 55% mountainhead, what a time to be barely alive.

QF

From Office Magazine

#Everything Everything #Jonathan Higgs #Mountainhead #@J: a must read

[chronically-enthusiastic]

Hello there, thanks for stumbling across my blog!

(Here's a lil comic I made for a school assignment)

I'm going to start putting my social energy levels in my bio... There's a lot of stuff I want to respond to but i currently dont have the energy to do so, and so if I don't respond within like a day, check my bio and see that... I always feel bad about being on tumblr when theres things people have sent me but responding to those things is a different level of interaction than reblogging a post... so yeah... Sorry to the people i havent responded to yet! I will soon <333 (writing this on low energy, sorry for the incoherence)

Who am I / Where else can you find me?

First of all, feel free to call me Eli!! I'm on the waiting list for an autism diagnosis. I am agender and aroace-spec.

I am verrryyy enthusiastic about the things I am interested in (hence the URL hehehe). And currently, those are: podcasts (theres a list at the bottom of the post), good omens, ofmd, bbc merlin, star trek!!!!, lotr, and probably more things that I am too tired to think of right now!

I am a very big fan of the oxford comma and double brackets. Semicolons are pretty cool too. And ellipses are incredible.

i love all of my mutuals dearly!! Making cookies and hot chocolate for you all <33

I try to use tone tags as much as possible!

Boundaries:

Things I am okay with sharing/doing:

My age, gender/sexuality, things about my guinea pigs!!, and most other things

Things I am not okay with sharing/doing:

The city I live in, pictures of me/anyone I know, my full name, my birthdate, my phone number/email address, meeting up with people irl, sending/receiving money/gifts, dms (<- though if we're mutuals and interacted a lot dms are fine!!)

^ this applies to everyone im not in the discord with

I will let someone know if they cross boundaries, and *really* would like other people to let me know if I cross theirs!!

DNI: people who are here to spread hate and anger. Just, stay away. I dont engage in discourse. I know DNIs dont deterr these people, but this is a demonstration of my core values :)

Updated to clarify - I do block the generic tags such as Israel and Gaza, which most of the posts are tagged with by the op, so if you forget its no big deal!!

Tags:

(At the top cause otherwise it will get lost) ALSO #tw body horror

I block quite a few tags but most notably #tw war and other ones to do with the war in israel/palestine. This is not because I don't care. I care so so so much about what is happening and I cry every time I see a post about it. It breaks my heart that such horrible things are happening. However, I really struggle with high empathy, and seeing a post about it can really affect me for a while, and I need tumblr to be a safe space away from the real world problems. If I follow you - please could you tag things to do with war. Thank you <3

A list of all the podcasts I listen to because y'know, its fun:

Fiction:

The Amelia Project

Wooden Overcoats

The Adventure Zone

Sherlock & Co

Alba Salix

Unseen

And a whole lot more that i no longer listen to either because they havent updated or they are a little too creepy (Welcome to Night Vale falls into the latter category)

Science:

The Sci Guys

Lets Learn Everything

Lingthusiasm

A podcast of unnecessary detail.

Comedy/other:

Dear Hank and John

The Unmade Podcast

Books Unbound

Lateral

A book list of recommendations from mutuals for my own use:

abigail by Magda Szasbo (@mack-anthology-mp3)

The Alphabet of Candice Phee (@jamie-dinow)

A list of music reccomendations from mutuals:

in the lap of the gods revisited by queen, why can't i be you by the cure, pyramid song, and lucky & the tourist by radiohead, when the sun hits by slowdive, dancing barefoot by patti smith, tangerine by led zeppelin, autumn sweater by yo la tengo, rubber ring by the smiths, water by pj harvey (from @/mack-anthology-mp3)

imi hendrix’s all along the watchtower (from @/catholickedd)

#pinned post #eli has a thought

[gazinguponmymind]

This is my second time trying to write something fully in english, i'm sorry for the mistakes. Thank you for taking your time to read this, i couldn't stop thinking about Doah and Suji, so for me and for a friend i decided to write a little something.

I also wanted to share to all Doah x Suji enjoyers out there, i hope you enjoy!!!!

YOU ARE INVITED!

CLASS REUNION OF THE HAPPY CLASS

MIND-BLOWING DELICIOUS RESTAURANT 3RD FLOOR, 3PM

Doah looked at her phone screen for a few minutes before putting it down. A sight escaped from her lips as she took off her glasses and started to take her clothes off, after the long and stressing day she had, she deserved a good and relaxing shower.

Such useless matters shouldn't be her top priority now, no class reunion was worth having to travel all the way back to South Korea, specially not the Happy Class. None of those people were worth her time nor the money she'd have to spend.

No one.

The heir finally got inside the bathroom, turned on the shower making sure the water was cold - she liked to take cold showers after stressing days - and got inside the box.

Doah let out a sight of pure relief. The now twenty-three year old woman close her eyes and let her thoughts wander through the memories she once promise to forget. Perhaps she should've changed her number years ago, she concluded.

But she didn't, why?

Oh...

Right.

Because of her.

Her eyes opened. Maybe there was someone who was worth spending that amount of money for a class reunion after all.

Seong Suji.

The transfer student that changed the Happy Class and those in it. That defying charismatic girl who stood up for herself and her friends, the one who beat Baek Harin in her own game.

The girl who made Doah's heart flutter for the first time, who made her think how would it feel to kiss her lips and have her sharp gaze direct at her.

Yes, that one.

Doah turned the shower off, her vision blurred and her heart racing at the simple thought of seeing Seong Suji once again.

Maybe she should go to this class reunion, although she wasn't pleased with the idea of seeing some old faces there, it would be worth in the end if she got a chance of seeing Suji again.

Suji was worth it.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, Doah shook her head and grabbed the towell. After all these years and Suji still had this kind of influence on her, it was shameful, really. She lost her chance all those years ago, she knew that.

A memory flashed in her mind, a very clear one of Suji and Jaeun too close for her liking.

If she ever had any chance to begin with.

She sighed once again. She should know better, she truly should. Doah decided to think about this matter later. She needed a good night rest first.

°°°°

She was late.

Of course she was late. She was still thinking wether she should be here or not. She looked at the restaurant, it was a filthy classy one, those types of places that only rich people would frequent. It did made sense thought, when she thought about who sent the invitation.

Did they change at all?

Doah sighed, and walked in. She would regret it, she knew, but maybe it wouldn't be that big of a regret.

The first thing she noticed was they were all grown ups now. Of course they were, but it felt a bit surreal to realize that. How many years had passed again?

Her eyes analized the whole place, she saw the same people who used to frequent High School with her, the same smiles, same eyes, same people, but older.

She was already regretting it.

"It costs a lot to eat here!" She heard someone say, she thought it was a familiar voice, but more mature. When she looked at the direction of the person...

Oh. Park Jieyong. She seemed to be talking to someone else.

"It costs around 300.000 won per person." Oh Seonga answered shocked, but seemed excited.

"Are you serious?" Choi Yuhyeon said and looked around surprised.

"My boyfriend was so shocked when he heard we'll be having our reunion here!" Doah didn't quite get who said that, all these excited women's voices were all started to sound the same.

"The restaurant is what i came for!" One of them started to take pictures excitedly.

"Everything here is so photo worthy!" A high picthed exclamation was heard.

Why was she here again?

Doah walked away from these people and, again, looked around one last time. She would not spend anymore minutes in this place.

What was she expecting anyway? But, to be honest with herself, from them she didn't expect anything. She wasn't here to see anyone else, but her.

Her.

Seong Suji.

The one who she looked across the room. And she was looking at her as well.

Doah's heart fluttered in her chest. Suji still had the same effect on her after all this time, it seemed. She couldn't take her eyes off the girl, who was also staring back at her questionly.

Doah didn't quite noticed that she might be staring a bit too much until Suji asked, "Umm, got something to tell me?".

Doah blinked once, and then again. Cleared her throat and said a weak and ashamed "Hey." back at the girl.

For a few seconds she felt as if she was the same inexperienced teenager trying (and failing) to talk with a pretty girl all over again. Doah wanted to fly back to United States as soon as she could, god, she thought she could actually throw herself off the plane at this point.

Suji analized her head to toe and maybe, just maybe, Doah felt her face getting hotter because of this. Suji laughed.

"Hey." She said back at her, a small smile on her face. "You're here."

It was a statement, Doah noticed. But what it meant, she had no idea.

"I am. I was considering not coming, but... Suddenly having an excuse to get away from US was a good ideia." Doah tried to joke around, emphasis on tried.

"The states? Wow. I heard it's pretty hard to get into med school there." Suji said looking at the table, she always seemed to be deep in thought, Doah remembered that. "That's why..." She seemed to say that more to herself.

Suji was always easy and hard to read in Doah's eyes, she seemed to be less tricky, more direct instead of going around in circles like most people. So, this time, it did get Doah a bit speechless and curious. That's why what? What was she trying to say?

"So, did you come to Korea on leave of absense?" Suji finally speaked after a few seconds, she seemed to be organizing her thoughts.

"No, i'm here on a short visit." Doah answered while sitting by Suji's side. She locked eyes with the red haired girl, a smile on her face. "I fly back tonight."

She might have gone crazy, but for a single moment Doah could swear on her mother's name that she saw something flash on Suji's eyes. Something like... Disappointment? Sadness?

She heard someone clearing their throat by her side and, a bit surprised, she noticed someone sitting on that table as well. Song Jaehyung.

"Mind if i sit?" Doah decide to ask since she was a bit impolite before. It was her fault she only had eyes for Suji and sort of forgot other people's presence.

"Oh, go ahead." Jaehyung answered sipping a bit of her glass.

Doah didn't quite understand, but Jaehyung seemed to be looking at Suji sending some sort of signal. Where they close? Doah did remember Jaehyung being attached to Jaeun wherever she went, sometimes a bit too much, but she didn't have a memory of Suji and Jaehyung being so close.

Suji seemed confused, but looked back at the woman. Maybe they were indeed close after all, Doah wouldn't know.

"I'm here to see you." Doah said serving herself a glass of wine, she was always straightfoward. "I wanted to know how you were doing."

Once again, they looked at each other. Suji seemed surprised, but her eyes were shining with fondness. Doah smiled at her, a smile she could only show to Suji. And maybe Jaehyung, but she wasn't really paying attention to the woman by her side.

She saw Suji's cheeks turn slightly red.

Oh... She was blushing because of Doah? Maybe it was childish, but Doah did feel proud of that.

Suji cleared her throat and smiled back a Doah, a smile Doah could swear was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. And maybe, just maybe, her heart fluttered once again because of Seong Suji.

"Well, i can't let your travel go to waste." Suji said putting a strand of hair behind her ear and, maybe, just maybe, Doah was admiring how beautiful she was at the moment. "So, can i have your number?"

Maybe this made Doah's heart go crazy in her chest and, just maybe, she felt her cheeks burning hot. So, she took the phone out of her pocket and extended towards Suji.

"I thought you would never ask."

°°°

The reunion wasn't that much of waste, she concluded. She got to talk with Suji for a long period of time, almost all afternoon, she might have drank a few glasses of wine admist the talking, but she was fine.

Doah also witnessed Jaehyung being a big flirt to the waitress and Suji rolling her eyes at her friend's antics. Her friend, yes, because Doah also learned that Suji and Jaehyung were, in fact, pretty close.

She did felt a pang of jealousy at that, but nothing serious.

She talked a bit about herself and how life in United States was, Suji seemed interested in her more than she thought she would be. Jaehyung also made her talk about her love life (which was nonexistent) and Seong Suji seemed to pay close attention when Doah revealed a few flings she had with some women in US.

Jaehyung seemed somewhat proud of her.

"I knew i could count on you, Seo Doah." She said at some point.

Doah also heard Jaehyung talk about Suji and Jaeun living together and, maybe, she decided to ignore the slight blush in Suji's cheeks at the mention of that girl.

Maybe, just for this few hours, Doah wanted to have some hope, even if led to nothing.

At some point, she had a call and needed to leave. Once again, she left Suji behind to take care of her own things and, once again, she hesitated at every step. She did look back, but Suji was engrossed talking about something else with Jaehyung.

Years had passed but Doah felt as if they were all still the same.

When she came back, Suji was gone.

"You know, you should give up." Jaehyung said, Doah looked at her surprise since, again, she didn't noticed the woman's presence.

"Don't say stuff like that, Jaehyung." Jiae, who appeared by Jaehyung's side, slapped the woman's arm.

"What? She's taken, i'm saying this for your own good, Seo." Jaehyung got up looking directly into Doah's eyes.

"By who? You?" Maybe she did sound a bit challenging, but it wasn't intentional.

Jaehyung only laughed at her while Jiae rolled her eyes and excused her friend. Ah, yes, Jiae was also still their friend after all these years.

No words were exchanged except a polite good bye and that was Doah's cue to leave. She grabbed her things and walked out of that restaurant lost in her thoughts.

Who was Suji with? Does she have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Then, who was this person?

While she was asking useless questions (although she did know the answer, she just didn't want to admit it to herself) she saw a redhair talking to someone. Someone taller with black hair.

Oh.

She was foolish, she knew that. She was denying it all along, she also knew that.

Suji and Jaeun were happily talking about something, Jaeun's arm around Suji's shoulder, the look in her eyes was bright, she never saw Suji like that. She thought the smile she gave to her was the most beautiful one in the world, but the smile she was giving to Jaeun was so much brighter, honest and beautiful.

Her heart ached at that. She let herself wish that smile was given to her.

Just for a moment Doah let herself wish.

Wish Seong Suji would look at her like that. Wish that Seong Suji would smile at her like that. Wish that she could be the one with her arms around Suji's shoulder making her laugh. She wished she...

Jaeun kissed Suji briefly on the lips, both blushing and smiling from pure happiness.

She wished that.

Doah never wished to be someone so badly.

And they walked away letting her behind. Because, of course, they would. They didn't even know she was watching them from afar, that she was envying them and what they had.

No.

That she was envying Jaeun and who she had.

Doah sighed, checked the hours and called a taxi. She needed to head back to the airport. For the last time, she looked at Suji and Jaeun walking in each others arms.

She never had a chance to begin with.

#pyramid game #seongsuji #seo doah #myeong jaeun #sujaeun #sung suji #sujixdoah #wlw #unrequired love #fanfic #i couldn't stop thinking about them #they deserved better #i know they would work in another universe

[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

Previous chapters

Chapter 10 - Hatter

The Hatter. 

He was a strange character. Eccentric, arrogant, extreme. To begin with, the way he never took off his sunglasses, like an undercover movie star, made him absolutely ridiculous in your eyes. He must have thought he was the "Sun King" because the way he kept talking with big gestures and threatening words was a clear indication of how he was used to having a horde of minions at his command.

He may have been someone important in the real world before, but this was the Borderland. And in the Borderland, there were no labels, no class pyramids. Money was useless, fame and beauty were worthless. 

It had been precisely twelve days since the eight of clubs, and with Niragi, you spent your days mostly trying to find food. This was no small task, and hunting was definitely not your forte. Still, persistence paid off, and eventually you found a way to trap those famous rabbits that wandered the city at random. 

After a few days, a big discussion had once again taken place between you two. You had determined that the only way to learn more about this crazy country was to play games. There was always a sharp-tongued player to bring you new information, while outside of the threat of an arena, no one was willing to reveal anything. 

One evening, while walking near the harbor, you came face to face with a group of players. Three women and a man who had literally liquefied in front of you. They were so frightened of running into other gamers that they took off running, abandoning their camp as fast as they could. Good for you, you got to taste their dinner and drink their water. It wasn't very nice of you, but it was their loss. They didn't seem to want to come back so soon anyway. 

Another time, it was two men you passed near Koto's movie theater, and their menacing looks and the sight of their weapons held at their fingertips made you turn back. There was no point in confronting them when they didn't look at all convenient. 

So, the only way you could get answers was to wait at the exit of a game arena and question the surviving players. You still had days left on your visa and there was no point in going into a game unnecessarily. 

At the exit of a two of diamonds, you had stopped a woman in her thirties who was clutching her bloody left hand, which was missing a finger. "Hey, you," Niragi had called in front of the Tokyo Museum of Contemporary Art, "tell me what you know about this country." 

The woman looked at him incredulously as she caught her breath. Other surviving players passed behind, exclaiming and celebrating their victory. The woman leaned against the wall outside the museum, ready to hurl a well-placed insult. But you approached her gently before she could say anything, shooting an exasperated look at Niragi. "My name is [Y/N], I'm a doctor," you explained gently, hoping that this would help her relax. "I can probably fix your hand, if you let me look."

Suspicious, the woman looked at you from head to toe, and after a few seconds, when she considered that you did not represent any danger for her, she nodded. You had kept your backpack, the one where you had made a small stock of medicines and bandages that you now always kept with you. 

The lady's hand was shaking and while you were looking in the bottom of your bag for some sanitizer and bandages, Niragi was standing at a distance, staring at you. It was better if he left you to it, he had a lot of qualities under his nasty shell but social and sociable were clearly not his forte.

"That's a dirty wound," you commented to get her attention on you so that she would forget about the way Niragi was looking at her with unimpressed eyes. "What was the game?" 

"The hangman," she asserted breathlessly, already apprehensive of the pain you were about to inflict on her. "And you had to provide the hanged man with a body part of yours for every wrong answer." 

Oh, that was nasty. Really nasty. It must have been a mess. Curious that it was only a twofer after all. She didn't seem to want to say anything more and you understood her. Reliving the horror when you had just escaped it seemed like a whole new ordeal in itself. 

"Careful, it's gonna sting," you warned before pouring the disinfectant over the bloody hole between her thumb and middle finger. The woman hissed in pain, gripping her wrist tightly. A nasty insult flew through the air and after that, you prepared the sewing thread as well as the needle you had found in a sewing kit from one of the apartments you had been squatting in. 

"Why are you helping me?" She asked to keep her mind occupied and not think about the pain that would ensue when you'd pierce her skin with that needle. 

Niragi was looking at you intensely and you didn't need to meet his eyes to know what he was thinking. He was probably wondering why you were so intent on wasting your resources and medicine on a stranger, and you could have gotten information out of him otherwise. "I think the real world is already way too shitty for us not to help each other in this one, don't you think?"

It was a logical progression though. Helping her and expecting something in return. Information. It was a very respectable exchange according to you.

"My name is Seolhyun and I'm Korean. I've been here for thirty-two days, I've played six games, and I still don't know who the fuck is that put us here. I have no idea how we got here, no idea why we got here. All I know is that we have to play games to survive." She recited these words breathlessly as you finally broke through her skin. In the end, it didn't seem to hurt as much as she thought it would, as she barely moved at the pain. 

Niragi sighed behind you. It was true that it was disappointing to know that this woman would not bring you more information and that the gaping hole of mystery of this world remained unanswerable. " Fucking hell..." he swore as he threw his head back, defeated at the words. 

It was true that it was quite disappointing to know that this woman couldn't give you any more answers. It was as if, finally, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to unravel the secrets of this world, and that you were all destined, whoever you were, to play these games without question. 

"You don't know... if there's any way out of here?" you asked carefully, as you finished stitching up the lady. You still had to do a bandage as you cut the thread, and she watched you do it carefully. 

"You look like a good person to me," she began softly, still ignoring the way Niragi sneered at her words, "so I'll tell you something. There's someone here who thinks he's figured out the mystery of this world. But... he's not really a good person. He is a dangerous man who calls himself The Hatter. He thinks that if we put all the cards together, we can get out of here." 

That was a good explanation. You had come up with the same one. It was a logical enough interpretation to come up with at the moment. And it seemed like a long, long time. You had only one card, and the second card, the eight of clubs, had been stolen from you callously by Chishiya and An. How do you get fifty-two cards together when everyone else is chasing them too? 

"Has anyone ever succeeded? To get out I mean..." you asked as you placed the bandages on her hand, which soaked up blood directly, draping the cotton in a dark red. 

"Not that I know of, it's just a myth after all." She affirmed and clasped her hand against her chest again as soon as you were done with her. She met Niragi's eyes, who this time, was waiting for her next words with impatience. His face was closed, eyebrows furrowed as he stood motionless in front of her, arms crossed against his chest. "You could look him up and ask him yourself, he's hiding out in a hotel he's renamed The Beach. But... Here's my advice for helping me... If I were you, I'd do anything to avoid him. Him and his minions."

"What makes him so dangerous, then?" Niragi asked firmly, unimpressed by her warnings. 

She looked at him intensely, and after a few seconds, she continued, "He is looking for players to collect the cards for him, under threat of execution if they do not submit to his orders." She sighed and you exchanged a look with Niragi, "He is creating a dictatorship in that Beach of his, and the only solution to not dying because of him is to run away from him at all costs." 

"And how do you know that, anyway?" Niragi accused suddenly.

"Those are the rumors... If you want to get out of here quickly, you should gather those cards on your own," she muttered as she finally stood up. She stretched her injured arm and patted her upper thighs to dust them off. With a smile, she began to walk a few steps toward the exit but stopped short at Niragi. She stared at him silently, judgment clear in her eyes. She turned back to you, and spoke again, "Thanks for your help. And beware of players with numbered bracelets around their wrists. They are the Hatter's minions." 

The woman left and Niragi's incredulous look mirrored yours. If it was possible, she hadn't so much brought answers as even more questions. It was quite strange, and despite her warnings, the curiosity that hovered around Hatter would perhaps drive you to seek him out and find the answers for yourself. 

Which leads us, ultimately, to this very moment. It was actually just a coincidence, but the woman's warnings had been of great help to you. 

He was shirtless, wearing shorts and a long red and black Japanese vest. He had medium-length hair that fell over his shoulders and sunglasses on his nose despite the dark evening and the stars shining high in the sky. 

It took only an hour and a few minutes after meeting this young woman, to run into the man who called himself The Hatter. It was not in your plans to run into him, let alone fall into his net. Even if the warnings of the player had not worried you more than that (you had bet on the small possibilities of running into him in the vastness of Tokyo to escape him), it was much more prudent to be wary of every word he said. 

"Look, Aguni, two little lost sheep," he laughed with a cold chuckle as he got out of the car, slamming the door violently. 

You really had to go over all those mathematical calculations, because running into someone who was warning you about somebody else, and running into that somebody very precisely an hour later, was a coincidence you found suspicious. And the headlights of the car speeding toward you as you walked down to the harbor had caught you off guard. Amazed to see a car running, the metal carcass had stopped at your level before you could hide from it. 

Strangely enough, even before the two men showed up, you had a crazy hunch about the identity of these two thugs. Or at least one of them. He had this arrogance painted on his face that couldn't fool you. Niragi had stepped in front of you, protecting you from any threat that came your way. 

The man named Aguni was tall and strong, wearing a tank top that showed off his muscles. He had a shaved head, a mustache and a goatee that vaguely reminded you of the military stereotype. Anyway, his face was closed, his jaw tense and his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the hood of the car he hadn't turned off after he left the wheel. 

He said nothing and the other shirtless man walked around the car to greet you with two open arms and a smile on his face. "I don't believe we've met," he'd said and you'd taken a step back, more than a little wary at the sight of these strangers. It wasn't trivial to run into other players in the city, but the intentions of some were so questionable that it was best to stay in your lane and avoid unnecessary trouble. 

"Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?" Niragi had threatened in a low, authoritative voice, offering his best dark look he had in stock. 

There was a gun around the tank top man's belt and a bracelet around his wrist, and the Hatter stepped forward a little more, as if to block your eyes as they analyzed his friend's figure. "My name is Takeru Danma, but you can call me Hatter." 

Niragi chuckled at the name. A small chuckle that slowly evolved into a mocking laugh and you watched him from the corner of your eye, somehow worried that he might offend the man in front of you. "You're the Hatter?" He chuckled some more before turning his head to meet your gaze. He had that little mischievous look in his eyes that you found absolutely no place for in this situation. "I was expecting some kind of big shot and a freak hat on his head."

"You know me?" the man asked curiously, almost surprised. 

"You have a reputation," you informed before Niragi could, as if expecting him to say something tangential again.

This time it was the Hatter who smiled, and behind him the stone man did not move, did not smile, did not speak. "A good reputation, I hope," he tried to joke as if to lighten the mood. But it was futile. The woman's warnings remained in a corner of your head, far too prepared by the soft words or threats he might throw at you to rally you to his cause. 

"Not really," Niragi chuckled as if it gave him pleasure to contradict the shirtless man, as if depriving him of such an illusion somehow gave him personal satisfaction.

"I take it you've heard of my Beach, then?" 

"Your dictatorship?" Niragi asked innocently, as if the weight of his words didn't have the power to put you in danger. "Yeah, we heard of it." 

The Hatter's smile faded for only a second, insisting with his deep black eyes on both of your figures to determine what attitude to approach after a confession like that, and finally, he clapped his hands and exclaimed again, "Aguni!" He turned around and the man behind him looked at him with a bored expression, finally dropping his insistent gaze from your face. "Remind me why the Beach was created." 

Taking a breath, Aguni recited in a detached tone, as if every word he spoke pissed him off, "To gather as many players as possible and help each other gather the cards so we can all get the hell out of here."

"There, that's it," the Hatter nodded as if he wasn't sure why he had created his... company, or whatever it was. He walked a few steps to the right, then back, walked left, and back again. He was thinking, as if he was finally calculating his every word. Was he trying to win you over?

"Rumors say you get people to play games to collect cards for you," you pointed dangerously, cutting him off in his reflection. 

He stopped short and stared at you for a few seconds before licking his bottom lip. Then he scratched the back of his head, exchanged a look with Aguni, and finally said, "You don't strike me as people who believe rumors." 

Mmh. He was answering your accusation with another accusation, and that was smart, from your point of view. It didn't create affirmation or negation.

"I have the vague impression that you've been here long enough to know that the players of this world have to play to supply our visas, am I right?" He was right, indeed. But that didn't really mean much. It was as easy to steal other people's cards as it was to force them to play deadly games under threat of irreversible repercussions. 

The master of this game was no match for the Hatter, who made his own rules in this crazy world.

"I have something to offer you," he finally began again, and Aguni straightened up behind him, offering a menacing look as a sign of his authority. "You join my Beach, play the games of this world, and bring back the cards you win..." 

He knew he had piqued your interest, he knew you were waiting for the next part, to know what he was going to offer you in return. He knew he was onto something and that his proposal was enticing enough to make anyone flinch. It was only the beginning of his experiment, only the beginning of his creation, but he had faith in his values and expectations. He believed in it, and with that alone, the Hatter knew he could rally anyone to his cause. 

"...and in turn, I offer you food, shelter, electricity, and most importantly, working showers. Hot ones, I might add." That last word could have been enough to make you groan on the spot. Your skin instantly tingled at the thought of a hot shower. It had been so long since you'd had one that you'd forgotten how it felt. 

You longed for something carefully prepared, something warm and good that had nothing to do with canned food or rabbits caught on the run. 

It was a tempting proposition. It was. 

"How can you have electricity in that Beach of yours, when the whole city is  out?" Niragi spat accusingly, and he was right to be suspicious. It was important not to forget the woman's warnings earlier. 

"There's a power generator," he explained simply. It was still suspicious to you, why would this world go to such lengths to strip you of electricity, if it was to leave generators lying around the city? 

The Hatter watched you intently, as if he had played his own cards and was waiting for your next move. He offered a smile as Niragi turned a second time to meet your gaze. 

You had never mastered the skill of reading each other's minds, but the years spent together were a great help in deciphering what was hidden in each other's eyes. 

Niragi's eyes were round, eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘What do you think?’

You only had to tilt your head slightly to the side and bite your lower lip, the intense look in your eyes to retort something that would have looked like: 'He can't be trusted!'. 

Niragi smiled. He had something on his mind. His decision was made. 

"And tell me, Hatter, in your beautiful Beach dictatorship there -" 

"It's not a dictatorship." Hatter cut Niragi off, who glared at him. 

Niragi rocked back and forth on his other foot, brushing away a lock of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He scoffed at the boldness that the other man showed him, fearlessly cutting him off. It was strange for him, because this person, the Hatter, seemed as unimpressed by him as by his threatening airs. 

Everywhere he went, Niragi was used to seeing glances down, footsteps rushing by, and sometimes even seeing figures change sidewalks at the sight of him. He had this bad boy aura about him, like someone so unfriendly that it was better to avoid him at all costs. Without even opening his mouth to express in a deep and authoritative voice two or three insults often well placed, he had the attitude of a man with whom one did not want to have problems.

But the Hatter, or maybe it was only because of the bodyguard behind him who was looking at Niragi with a contemptuous look, did not seem to be afraid in the least. On the contrary, it finally seemed to suit him. As if you were exactly what he was missing. 

"Forcing people to do what you want, I call that a dictatorship." You commented in a firm tone and the Hatter turned his attention back to you. 

"Ooh, that one bites!" He exclaimed with a big smile as he clapped his hands excitedly. He took a step towards you, but was stopped short by an arm that blocked his path, Niragi's figure more imposing than his own. 

Their faces a few centimeters apart, Niragi muttered something under his breath that was too imperceptible for you to hear. Behind them, Aguni straightened up and pulled the Hatter towards him, his gaze as black as the sky as he threatened Niragi with his imposing gaze. 

"Aguni, my friend, remind me of the rules of the Beach, please," the Hatter resumed and the summoned man's shoulders relaxed once he felt that Niragi was not a threat. 

"Rule number one, you must always wear a bathing suit," Aguni recited in a still detached, completely bored tone. Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to hurt him to the core of his being. 

Niragi sneered and you raised your eyebrows. "You're kidding." 

"This rule is only imposed on non-executive players, it's to... avoid carrying illegal weapons, I'd say," the Hatter explained and you wondered what the reason for this rule could have been. Had someone wanted to rebel, carry a gun and point it at him? 

"Rule number two," Aguni continued, ignoring the little exchange that had just occurred, "You are free to live your life exactly as you wish." 

"There, that... that's a good rule," the Hatter commented, taking his little steps left and right again. "That doesn't sound like a dictatorship, does it?" 

Aguni was still staring at the two of you, as if he was only waiting for one thing, and that was to get the hell out of here. A simple "No," came out of his mouth before he finally uncrossed his arms to shove his hands into the pockets of his shorts. 

"Who are the execs?" You asked curiously, and you needed a lot more before you knew if you wanted to join his cause or not. You had to take the opportunity to get away scot-free if it came up, or accept such an enticing opportunity if it did. 

"They're players like you and me, who have proven their loyalty and brought high-level cards back to the Beach," he explained simply, and that damn smile that stuck to his face was starting to irritate you. 

You could see past his fake politeness, past the appearances and this show he was putting on. 

"Do you have any cards, by the way?" Hatter asked curiously, alternating his gaze between Niragi and you.

The trust was so far out of reach that you couldn't conceive of giving him the only card you had in your possession. After all, taking on a card hunter wasn't in your plans at all. 

"What about you?" You retorted quickly, as if in the end, it was he who had to prove to you that he was worthy of this world. As if, it wasn't you who had to prove yourself, but it was him and his misplaced ideology that had to show that you could believe in him and what he said. 

Hatter chuckled as his eyes locked on yours, and calling over his shoulder, he grumbled happily, "You hear that, Aguni? The lady asks if we have any cards!" 

He chuckled at his own words, but the man behind him only bulged his chest, not a shadow of a smile on his face. You wondered then if this man had known joy in his life, even for a single second. 

"Of course we have," the Hatter continued after a minute, "we're starting to have a nice little collection, by the way." 

Once again, Niragi turned to capture your gaze and this time, it was you who spoke up. "Very well. We have a question though, before we join your amazing sect," The Hatter winced at the word but said nothing. "Your bracelets, there, what are they for?" 

You pointed to the bracelet around his wrist that brilliantly asserted the number one, under the light of the moon. Aguni, behind him, was wearing the number two. 

The Hatter exchanged a look with him, and scratching the back of his head again, he cleared his throat before explaining, "This is the hierarchy of the Beach. I wholeheartedly believe that if we put all the cards together, we can escape this world all together and return to our own. If only one person is allowed to go though... then the bracelets determine the order of departure. I created the Beach, so I am number one, it goes without saying." 

"And if we joined you, what number would we be?" You asked and Niragi listened intently, still glaring. 

The Hatter looked uncomfortable now, as if he had prepared his speech but not the questions he might have been asked. He hesitated for a moment, before answering that "It will depend on what you bring to the Beach. Either you're one of the reckless players who are obsessed with playing as many games as possible to bring back those cards, or you're one of the people who can help us outside the games. Mechanics, cooks, doctors, that sort of thing..." 

It took a lot of effort not to meet Niragi's gaze again and perhaps silently admit that one of you would be of great help to their group. You had to keep your identity a secret until you knew more about The Beach and the other people in it. 

But for the moment, with your status as a doctor, it was almost sure that it would bring you an undeniable importance there. Niragi, on the other hand, would be willing to play games to bring himself the importance he deserved. 

"You wouldn't be a doctor, by any chance? It would seem that there is not one in this world..." You found the Hatter to be a man of many words. He had his mouth running on its own schedule, not caring how briskly he strung together each word he spoke. As if the whole alphabet was not concrete enough to form the words he wanted to transcribe orally. 

He was a strange character. Yes. Arrogant, eccentric. It all blended awfully well with this gloomy world that reeked of danger and menace.

You largely ignored the Hatter's words, and as Aguni moved away from the vehicle to make room, you walked to the door. Opening the back of the battered blue BMW, you gave an inviting look to Niragi, who hurriedly sat down in the back of the car beside you. The Hatter clapped his hands, excited at the idea of having rallied two new recruits to his cause. 

"That's wonderful, Aguni, I'm sure the four of us will get along just fine!" And Aguni rolled his eyes as he resumed his seat behind the wheel. Sitting on the passenger side, the Hatter put his feet up on the dashboard, as carefree as he was indifferent. 

The engine purred loudly and Aguni accelerated towards his destination, the Beach. 

You were curious to see what it looked like, and who you would have to deal with, once there. You had to brave your courage and even with all the boldness in the world, you still had to be wary. For now, a new adventure was about to begin, and discreetly, Niragi's fingers slipped between yours to press a reassuring pressure. 

When you looked at him, his head was turned, eyes peering through the open window as the wind blew through his hair. He gave a second squeeze around your hand and as quickly as it had come, he withdrew his fingers and ruffled his hair as it fell into his neck. He pulled his bun tighter, and it was so hard to ignore the way his neck shone in the moonlight. Like he was inviting you to plant one, two, three, a thousand kisses there. 

But the Hatter's insistent gaze in the rearview mirror burned your skin, and looking away - finally - through your own window, you tried to carefully memorize the address of that Beach.   

The Seaside Paradise Hotel was large enough to accommodate two hundred people. It was an old luxury hotel, with a pool and tennis court, that had a great reputation in the real world. At the entrance, the name of the hotel had been scratched out with red spray paint, replacing the name The Beach. 

From outside, it was easy to hear the thundering sound of bass music hitting the floor with every vibration. Shouts of joy and excitement could be heard, and as Aguni parked the car at the entrance, the Hatter stepped out of the car, a smile still on his lips. "It's a party here every day," he clarified to your incredulous look, curious as to where that sound was coming from. "Every moment we spend not playing is another moment of survival to enjoy life." 

He was now entering the hotel and the entrance was adorned with a huge red carpet, and trinkets that carefully decorated the room. He walked through the room, and the people you passed were all wearing bathing suits, not embarrassed to show their skin so easily. They greeted the Hatter with a nod, offering their best smile to their leader. Then he headed for the exit and once you passed the glass doors that opened to the outside, an apocalyptic scene was revealed before your eyes.

Dozens of naked or almost naked bodies were dancing together on the tempo of a frantic music, the alcohol was flowing and the smoke that escaped from some groups suspected the state in which they had to be. "And how better to enjoy life than to submit to the debaucheries and sins that the original world forbade us?"

There were definitely a lot of players, much more than you would have imagined. Each one of them was getting carried away by the sound of the raging music, some were mouthing at each other, some were exchanging glasses of alcohol and some were even passed out on the cushions by the pool. 

Niragi stopped beside you and the petty look in his eyes made your jaw tense. He was playing with the piercing of his tongue, amused by the debauchery that appeared before his eyes. You knew that look, you knew he was enjoying the show. It wasn't so much the bare legs of these girls moving their butts and breasts vulgarly that attracted him, but rather this space of chaos that opened the door to delinquency and crime.

"Welcome to The Beach," the Hatter enthused, his arms open to what he called a paradise.

The sound of the bass made your heart tremble with how loud the music was. It was strange that you hadn't heard that racket before, you were sure it was echoing throughout the entire city. Niragi watched with amusement as two men who had drunk too much started to get into a fight as one of them threw the first punch. He laughed, pointing at the one who fell to the ground at the power of the blow.

You weren't sure how to feel about it all. It was both completely crazy and absolutely amazing. On the one hand, you supported the idea that people could finally let go of their lives and barriers, that they could enjoy who they were without the social pressure of real life. On the other hand, it could mean the end of the world. Without faith and law, everything became dangerous. Every person you met, every action of anyone could cause an inevitable tsunami.

"I see you found The Beach," a voice came from behind you through the music, and you didn't have to turn around to recognize who it belonged to. Unconsciously, you closed your eyes for a second as the voice began again, "Or did The Beach find you?" 

The last few days had been so tumultuous, considering the hunt for food and the quest for information to try to understand this world, that you had forgotten (or ultimately didn't care) that this meeting with the Hatter was not your first encounter with people from The Beach.

"Chishiya," you opened your eyes and offered as sincere a smile as you could as the blond approached. You could feel Niragi's stature tense up at the very sight of the other man, but he said nothing to let it be known. "What a... pleasure to see you here."

A pleasure, far from it. But if it was necessary to play dumb so as not to start off on the wrong foot, then so be it. Hatter called out to himself, looking between the three of you as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Oh, you two know each other already?" 

"We've met, yes." Chishiya agreed, offering a smile to the Hatter who looked at him excitedly. You weren't sure how to react to him, you weren't sure yet if he was one of the bad guys or the good guys. Knowing each other in the real world didn't mean that much here. He had always had this mysterious air about him, and he enjoyed seeing the confusion on the faces of the people he talked to. It was a pet peeve of his, and with his amused look crossing yours, you wondered how he ended up here, too. 

"By the way," Niragi stepped in front of him, taking advantage of the way he towered over the blond with his height. He was trying to be imposing and intimidating in front of the other who didn't flinch under the threat. Chishiya looked at him curiously, and Niragi resumed, "you stole my card." 

"Stole it?" Chishiya wondered, his eyes round. 

"The eight of clubs, that was my card," Niragi growled, his jaw tense. 

You could have rolled your eyes at this little testosterone war that was slowly taking place between the two of them. There was a rivalry that was starting to take hold that had no place here. You knew that Chishiya had the nonchalant attitude that could easily get on anyone's nerves, but you thought that Niragi would be smarter than that. Apparently, he was falling for it too easily. 

"I think what you mean by that is that it was your card as much as mine. It was a team win, haven't you forgotten?" Chishiya retorted and God forbid he was right, because if Niragi didn't restrain himself, he would be able to throw his fists in his face. Niragi had little patience and arrogance was something that irritated him to no end. It was quite ironic, for someone as arrogant as himself.

Yes, if your only hope of getting out of this hellish world was to partner with the Hatter, then giving him your cards was the only way out. Chishiya had probably already given it to him, and the seven of diamonds that was still in the back pocket of your jeans seemed to burn your skin through the fabric. 

Even though what he was saying made sense, Niragi still considered it theft. He didn't like the way Chishiya looked at him with that condescending look on his face, as if he considered everyone around him as mere pawns in a world that only deserved his own survival.

"I guess not," Niragi mumbled after a few seconds, still holding his gaze in Chishiya's irises, which didn't flinch either. 

You weren't talking about stealing, but you thought it was much fairer to provide a card for each surviving player, than one card for all. This would avoid situations like this that would inevitably cause arguments about who owns the cards. But here, as Chishiya so aptly put it, it didn't matter. All the cards were going to the Hatter anyway. 

"Excuse me," you snuck between their two bodies in an attempt to pull them apart. You knew that it would take Niragi only three times as much to jump on Chishiya, it was as if he was just waiting for the other to weaken so he could get a good punch in the face. Both of them took a step back when your shoulders hit their torsos, and stopping right in front of the Hatter, you held out your card. "This is a seven of diamonds. Our other cards were stolen six days ago, so... we're starting over."

It was much smarter to lie than to admit that you had only played two games so far. You had to showcase your survival skills if you hoped to move up in this hierarchy. The Hatter didn't know anything about you yet, but for now, he would just have to take your word for it.  

"I hope you won't hold it against us, and that you'll give us a chance to prove our loyalty to you." You were far from agreeing with everything the Hatter had put in place, it was all what you would call dictatorship, no matter what he might say. 

"Ah, my dear friend, don't worry about the cards," he put an arm around your shoulders, as a slightly too invasive friend would do, and pulled you a little further away. Immediately, Niragi on your heels and his eyes piercing the Hatter's skull with his invisible laser beams coming out of his eyes for touching you as you walked down the stairs to the pool, leaving Chishiya where he stood. "We'll see about that tomorrow. For now, I want you to enjoy your evening in your new life as a resident of The Beach!"

He let go of your shoulders to slump down on a banquette near the pool, and immediately, two babes came to settle down beside him, planting languorous kisses in his neck. He was greeted by a cocktail glass containing a bluish liquid which he hastened to drink of only one sip. He slapped the buttocks of one of the girls, and the other lit a cigarette to put it in his mouth. 

If that wasn't a dictatorship, you wondered what was. Niragi, at your side, was laughing playfully, as if he thought that this place wasn't so bad after all. You couldn't conceive the idea that all these players were stupid enough to forget what world you were in, while Niragi probably supported the idea that forgetting was probably the only way to relax and let go of death's grip on you all.

"My room is on the top floor terrace. The execs have the rooms on the fourth floor, the rest belong to the players. I'll let you find the one that suits you best." The Hatter added between two kisses with the girl on his right, and you understood that was the end of the discussion. There was nothing more to add, nothing more to understand, nothing more to explain. 

Niragi pulled you by the wrist, and led you through the small crowd of players towards the interior of the hotel. You passed Chishiya who had stayed in the same place, giving you a curious look before heading to a place you didn't know. Back in the lobby, a few players were bickering as they made their way outside, something about the game they had probably just played earlier. 

You were surprised to see that the elevators were working as a girl in a bathing suit came out. She was wearing nothing but her blue floral bikini, her body naked. A lollipop was nestled in her mouth, which she sucked absent-mindedly as she played with the dreads in her hair. She walked past you, without giving you a single glance, and walked away to a door behind the reception. Niragi entered the elevator, still dragging you by the wrist. 

He stopped in front of the buttons on the shaft, thinking for a second before pressing number four. "The fourth floor is for executives only, baby." 

Niragi smiled. Yes, he knew that. He didn't need you to remind him. "We didn't come here to be underlings, princess. From now on, we're execs, you and me." Okay, that was a pretty radical decision. Still, the Hatter and his minions had to agree as well. If a hierarchy had been set up, it was surely to avoid coups like these. 

This did not surprise you from Niragi. After all, he had put behind him all those days when he followed orders like a common animal, and you knew that he would never again agree to submit to the ways of the shepherd.

The ding of the elevator rang out and the doors opened onto a long hallway. The light from one of the sconces flickered on the right, all the doors were closed, and Niragi stepped forward. It seemed that each occupied room was marked in a different way. 

To the right, the first door had a large X painted on the wood. Opposite, there was a poster of a naked girl hanging. Then there were three rooms with nothing at all, then there was another door with bullet holes that had pierced the wood. Next to it was a blank door, with nothing to differentiate it from the others except for the dozen or so dead empty beer bottles that littered the floor. 

A small pink bow hung on the door opposite, and next to it, several empty rooms again. As you made your way through the floor, you had this funny feeling that you couldn't ignore. It was something like a foreboding. Good or bad, it was still hard to tell. But something was waiting for you, you could feel it. 

You were trying to open a door, finally, when you were interrupted, your hand around the handle, "Hey, you there, what are you doing here? This floor is for executives only," a man rumbled from across the hall, and as he stepped through the dim light of the sconces, you could make out a gun in his hands, pointed at you. 

Despite everything that had happened in this world so far, this was the first time you had a gun pointed at you. It wasn't as scary as you thought it would be, or maybe it was just the fault of this country that seemed to have redefined all your fears and beliefs. 

The man was small, he had a bandage around his neck and he was holding a machine gun in his fingers that looked much heavier than he was. His voice was shaking, his fingers were shaking and even his hair seemed to be shaking. He had on a bathing suit that fell well over his hips, and a dirty t-shirt that stuck to his skin. 

Niragi slowly stepped forward, not afraid of the tip of the device sticking to his own torso. "That's a nice toy you have there," he muttered and the man stammered under his breath. You wondered who the idiot was who had appointed him executive. Or was he just providing security for the floor? To prevent people like Niragi or you from trespassing in a forbidden place like this one. "Can I borrow it?" 

"Ba-back off!" The man said, and he looked more like a teenager than a young adult with his frail body and pretty angelic face.

Niragi seemed to be amused, he had a small smile on his face that didn't bode well for you. "Come on what, I just want to hold it for a bit..."

"Stop it, I said back off!" The man shouted, taking a step back. He seemed much more impressed with Niragi whereas he was the one holding the weapon. "Go back to your rooms, immediately or... or I'll shoot!" 

Niragi laughed and if you were smarter than that, you would hold him back by dragging him further away, so you could go back downstairs. But you knew that Niragi would not forgive you if you did. You knew not to hold him back at times like this, as if holding him back or preventing him from doing what he wanted to do in front of someone would make him feel inferior. You couldn't do anything, you couldn't call him out, bring him to his senses. It was futile and unnecessary. 

"Please..." Niragi stepped forward and the man stepped back. You could only stand in your corner, your hand still on the handle as Niragi's menacing aura continued to intimidate the man. With one blow, Niragi's right hook slammed into the man's nose and he took several steps back. He didn't have time to point his weapon at Niragi again, who grabbed it and smashed it against his forehead. The man fell to the ground, and Niragi grabbed the machine gun and pointed it at his victim. 

"Please..." he echoed, his voice even more shaky, if that were possible. "I... I'll do anything you want, I won't tell anyone you were here, I -" 

Trrratata! 

But Niragi had pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of the machine gun echoed through the hallway, and the noise chilled your blood. You couldn't conceive the idea that Niragi had just pulled the trigger when in fact, the young man's lifeless body laid against the floor, the scarlet blood from his abdominal wounds running down the carpet. "What the fuck, Niragi, what have you done?" 

You couldn't take your eyes off the inert body that sat before you, and as Niragi stepped up beside you, taking your face in his hands, he whispered, "Look at me, princess, here, look at me!" His hands were icy despite the warmth within his walls, and finally taking your gaze off the dead man, you found Niragi's intense gaze looking for some reassurance to transfer into your eyes, "We will not be slaves to the Hatter, do you hear me? I'm going to do everything I can to get you and me out of here, and that means we're going to have to make sacrifices, you understand?" 

If you thought about it, you would remember that you had also sacrificed a man's life in the game of eight of clubs, but everything was different in the arena. In a game, you had to make choices and decisions to ensure your survival. But here, right now, it was a completely gratuitous act that was anything but necessary. 

"You fucking killed him, what were you thinking?" You were beginning to feel your heart racing, your throat dry as Niragi's hands applied light pressure to your cheeks to draw your attention to him. 

This was far from your first body, you had seen so many deaths in the hospital that you had found the strength to detach yourself from the feeling it could give you when you saw this. But here you had witnessed a cold-blooded murder, something that was undeserved, you didn't understand. "To fear or to be feared, which do you prefer?" It was neither an explanation nor an excuse. "I'll chomp all over them, right here, okay?"

You knew what he was thinking. If you were just a little more twisted than that, you would understand Niragi's way of thinking. That holding a gun established fear and respect, and that with it in his hands, no one would dare say anything to him, or do anything he didn't like. He was taking strength by force, and he was in a good position to know what it felt like, and how to do it. 

It wasn't a bad strategy, but you wished he had chosen another. 

Yes, the Borderland had no laws or rules. There was no punishment for murder here. There was no one to take justice where it should be applied. Here, there was only the law of the strongest, and the strongest today was Niragi, who carried his new machine gun with a proud look. He was going to take care of his weapon, he was going to pamper it and caress it as it deserved. Because with this, nothing and nobody could touch you. 

He knew that with this, he could ensure that you would always be safe. He would take great pleasure in keeping away anyone who might want to harm you. It was a protection, more than a real weapon. You had to see it that way. It wasn't so much the idea of killing that excited Niragi, no, don't get him wrong. 

It was the idea that here he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. 

He would never say anything, never let on that you might get hurt in one of these fucking games. Or by one of those assholes who didn't like how you talked to them. Because he knew that all it would take to hurt him was to hurt you. 

No, he had to set his law here, no matter what the Hatter said. A new era had to start, the one of Niragi Suguru. 

And you, in all this, would always be safe. Always safe.

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Oooh lalalalala, I am SO sorry for the delay! My son had the flu all week, so he didn't go to daycare, and with work, I just didn't have time to write anything!

Anyway, we are in the thick of it! So, forget what I said about writing the story in one go, I'll have to make little time jumps otherwise it'll be endless

I've got a few more chapters to write that you're going to love, so I hope my little Niragi stans are still there, and that you still like what I'm making!

I hope to take less time for the next chapter, look forward to it, please!

Nageoire

#Niragi Suguru #niragi #niragi aib #love is chaos #niragi x you #niragi x reader #aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x you #alice in borderland x reader #aib x reader #aib x you #dori sakurada

[onestepbackwards]

You need to get a life.

First of all, starting with the first paragraph. If Ace Anon has a problem with my writing, they can talk to me themselves. Sending you to talk to me makes me more upset than if they had reached out to me in DMs. Which they already had before. Sending you to me, and writing this, shows just how little either of you respect me. Next paragraph. As far as I am aware, I haven’t written any yandere character actually killing anyone, except with Warden Ingo one time. And it was an abusive ex who had stalked the Reader, and was threatening the Reader. The only other times I can think of would have been hypotheticals. Usually over people who would have hurt the reader, such as when there was the peeping tom incident. Stalking someone and peeping through windows is a choice. Not someone having a ‘bad day.’ However, in a lot of these scenarios, what little there are, the reader is unaware that anyone is being killed in the first place. Unaware their partner is a yandere. You also seemed to forget in the yandere warden Ingo series, the Reader actively tries to keep Ingo from murdering Volo. They don’t like him, but they don’t want him dead. So they appeal to Ingo’s sense of logic, claiming it could destroy the games code if he kills Volo. Even then, this is fiction. People requested this more than half the time. It is tagged, and in the cases where the Reader is into it, I have that tagged as well as the Reader enabling obsessive yandere behavior. Again, specific fiction that people are into, and specifically requested. And about the ‘how good that dick is’ comment. This is a blog where I write nsfw over pokemon characters. Of course dick is going to be a big factor, or did you forget what this blog is about? Third Paragraph. Not even sure how this is related AT ALL to the whole message, other than to try and make a dig at me, but fine, let’s address it. Yeah. In a dream, I pushed James from Silent Hill into a monster and ran. In a literal fever dream when I had been sick. “James did some shit, but really?” Yeah. He killed his sick wife. He killed her from being frustrated with not being able to have sex, and kept her body in the trunk of his car. Pyramid Head is literally his desire for punishment for these crimes. “What the fuck kind of good person does that?” I hate to be the barer of bad news, if you genuinely think that a person’s fever dream determines their status as a person, then you need to do some actual research on how dreams work. Not to mention how hypocritical this thinking is. You can give a pass to a guy who murdered his sick wife due to sexual frustration and anger, but you draw the line at a yandere character killing the Reader’s abusive ex? Okay. I see your priorities. Fourth paragraph. My Reader is selfish? How so? In at least half the things for Warden Ingo, it’s mentioned how the Reader desires to help him get his memories back, and make his brother aware like him. In another fic, with self aware Emmet, who ends up small, the Reader genuinely wants to help him reach his normal size. In another, the Reader desires to protect the Hero of Hisui, putting it over their desire for a relationship. They wish to protect the hero, and protect them as their own. Funny how you fail to bring these instances up. Is my Reader a flat character? Maybe. But again, this is a blog with primarily nsfw with the silly train men from pokemon. Fifth paragraph: “This is not hate. This is criticism.” No it’s not. You know damn well it’s hate. You insulted my writing, you insulted my reader inserts, and insulted me. “Your Reader has no empathy.” “Your Reader is selfish and has no redeeming qualities.” “What good person does that?” Those are not critiques. You call my writing bad, and say it has ‘all these problems’, but not once do you offer any advice for improvement. You just call it bad, and moved on. And again, insulted me over a dream. You don’t just get to insult me and my writing like this, then go “This isn’t hate, it’s a critique, tee hee!” That’s not how this works. Another thing. You acknowledge this is a fantasy land, and people here want to be adored. You acknowledge this is ‘fiction’. Yet you get so upset with the above points, when I’m specifically writing in a fictional set. You can’t have your cake and eat it. “It could be better.” Yeah! As a writer, I always aim to be better. But I don’t see you taking your ass off anon and writing your own shit, since you seem to have problems with mine so much. Only bitching about mine and then not offering any advice for improvement. And another thing. “It’s critique.” I never asked for critique. I do this shit for free. I write fanfiction as a hobby for free. I don’t have to share this. I do this because I enjoy sharing it with everyone here. I take time out of my day to share stuff I write, because other people do enjoy it, despite how bad of a writer you seem to think I am. It’s my blog, and I post what I want. It’s also considered rude to give unwanted ‘advice.’ Finally, the final paragraph: I didn’t answer your last entitled, manipulative, creepy message because I didn’t want to start drama, and I originally didn’t want to suck Ace Anon into whatever obsessive nonsense you were spewing. It was rude, entitled, narcissistic, manipulative, and weird. Just like this ask you sent.. “Hope you aren't gone again for months or something. You stressed her out really bad the last time.” Gee. Really feeling the concern for me, the one who disappeared. There are multiple reasons why I closed asks for a bit, primarily for my own mental health. Way to make it about you two. Funny. In the last ask, you mentioned how much you hate suicide baiting. What you are doing here isn’t too different. You just aren’t threatening a life over this. However, you are still trying to emotionally manipulate me, bringing up how Ace Anon is scared of upsetting me, and how stressed they were when I last disappeared. Lemme tell you something. Someone else’s stress isn’t my responsibility. If Ace Anon’s health and stress is heavily reliant on me, a stranger on the internet, someone who doesn’t even know Ace Anon’s name, that isn’t healthy. I understand being concerned for a creator to a degree, but if they are freaking out and getting stressed like this, especially over sending me these “problems” they have with my work, that is not my problem. If you two really are that easily affected by strangers on the internet, and get this upset over fanfiction written about silly train men from pokemon, neither of you should be on the internet. You two are not my responsibility, and I don’t have to cater to a rude anon with nothing better to do than send hateful asks. Harsh? Yes. But I’m not going to bend over backwards like this for someone like you. Neither you or Ace Anon are welcome back on this blog. Don’t message me again, and leave me alone.

#ask #anon #zed.talks #important #long post #sorry everyone else caught up seeing this.

[super-hero-confessions]

People who fail to grasp the more important reasoning behind the Trump and American Exceptionalism allegory for Homelander really worry me about as much if not more than the people who use the allegories as excuses to dehumanize him.

It is one step away from those that unironically idealize him.

Homelander is, and always has been, a satirical caricature of American Exceptionalism on fantasy steroids and a showcasing of the dangers of Patriarchal Capitalism near its final form of decay, Fascism.

And how it hurts even those that manage or float, or we perceive to manage or float, their way to the "top", such as Cis White Hetero Men.

That is what Vought made him, yes. It's also what the author purposely made Vought make him in order to present a specific lesson and tell a story.

That's why the Trump allegory.

I'm not here to defend the worst president that never should have been so help me god go and vote people if that piece of shit gets elected again we will all be doomed.

No.

Let's put this in perspective.

Donald J. Trump's life story is basically Soldier Boy's story.

Born into a rich family, grows up with "everything", shithead father that uses the son as an outlet for his own dissatisfaction with the world and holds his "pride" above his child.

In turn, this creates a bitter, angry, narcissistic asshole who is dangerous with any sort of power. Sound familiar yet?

Except instead of compound V, he for reasons still unknown somehow became president. Maybe a bit cushier overall but the same general blueprint is there.

Hell, he even had protesters brutalized, committed war crimes, and abuses everyone around him into a state of perpetual ass kissing while secretly seething and hating him.

To put it into further perspective, Trump doesn't speak above a 3rd grade level. This makes it very easy for the general American populace to understand and "relate" him, apart from all the lying, but there's likely a deeper, psychologically driven reason behind that too.

Here's the thing.

Trump, Soldier Boy, and Homelander, are all still deplorable monsters who, despite a hard and tragic past that makes some sense of the ire they feel for the world, go on to commit crimes against humanity and become the very thing that hurt them.

They are all merely symptoms of a greater problem.

Patriarchal Feudalism. Which became Patriarchal Imperialism. Which became Patriarchal Capitalism.

In other words, stupid ass abusive social hierarchy systems that make no fucking sense and are a complete waste of human potential and brain power.

Which hurts everyone.

Including the Cis White Hetero Men that the system is perceivably designed for.

Hint.

It's not actually designed for them in a general sense.

It's designed for specific quasi-incestuous white welfare queen families. We used to recognize them as royalty and nobility. Skin color, sexuality, identity, and labels are all just marketing tools they use to "divide and conquer" humans.

Because people don't fight back against their real enemies when they're too disoriented and confused from fighting amongst themselves over meaningless bullshit.

But the Cis White Hetero men? Maybe it doesn't hurt them the same way or as much as someone who is forced to be at the "bottom" of the pyramid.

But it still hurts them.

I don't feel sympathy for Donald Trump. I have no hope for a man who hurts others, uses a broken system to his advantage, and has no will or even time to change who he is.

But I still recognize that he is HUMAN whether I like it or not.

"But he's gross. But he's the worst. But he'll bring the apocalypse. But he needs to be stopped."

And I agree with all of those things.

But he's still fucking human.

Which means that if we want to be better? We don't get to do what he did. We don't get to dehumanize and derail and forget our own humanity. We don't get to be monsters.

Unless we want him and this broken system to win, and continue winning like it has for millennia.

But, and this is a big one, these are all the things that make Homelander WRONG.

Instead, we use him to make an example of what not to be. We use him as a warning for ourselves.

Getting rid of one asshole that profits from the system in place does not change the system nor fix the real problem.

It just paves the way for a new asshole to take his place.

Soldier Boy.

And then Homelander.

And then Ryan.

Of course, there's still one major difference in that Donald Trump is sane.

An idiot, sure, but sane.

Homelander, reasonably so, is not.

Obviously, or rather hopefully, we as a species will never have to face a case so particular as Homelander's. But in a court of U.S. Law, he would be deemed criminally insane.

Criminally insane people are not punished, they are hospitalized for treatment.

The Boys fandom is riddled with ableism, grooming apologism, rape apologism, abuse apologsim, torture apologism, murder apologism, and even genocide apologism. Probably some more I may have missed.

And to a degree, it's understandable that any fandom would be filled with ordinary people that are flawed and may lack self awareness in one area or another. This is normal.

But we can do better.

All of those in fandom that do this in one form or another are failing in understanding the lessons in the media presenting itself to them, in one form or another.

That's why the Trump allegory.

It isn't just randomly thrown in for shits and giggles, it's part of the lesson.

It should be considered a testament to our own humanity in understanding whether or not we can bring ourselves to feel sympathy for a devil or at least to understand how and why those devils are created.

The fact that Homelander is such a polarizing character should be a testament to just how realistic the writing is. Because real public figures, like Donald Trump, are just as polarizing.

But if you would want to lynch your neighbor just for being a very likely uneducated Trump supporter, you are part of the problem.

If seeing the Trump stuff just makes you irrationally angry and start insulting the makers of a satirical dark comedy show that is reasonably known for its whacky shit and gore?

Namely, because it doesn't align with exactly how you want to perceive a particular character?

F- Media Literacy.

#confession #rant #the boys

[moccawithsugar]

Ello I have come to disperse wisdom

if you’re really new to the riordanverse want to understand all the references and such, here’s the series by timeline-ish:

1) Percy Jackson and the Olympians (First book is called ‘The Lightning Theif,’ the main introduction to most of the important characters and to the pjo world in general)

2) The Heroes of Olympus (First book is ’the lost hero,’ takes place a few months after PJO ends, also where you learn who Jason is)

3) The Trials of Apollo (First book is ’the hidden oracle,’ takes place shortly after HoO

4) Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (First book is ‘the sword of summer,’ doesnt involve many of the pjo characters but there’s a lot of references to them

5) The Kane Chronicles (first book is ’the red pyramid,’ honestly I found them kinda forgetful so I found it best to save them for last

6) Optional, but if you want more there’s shorter books such as the demigod diaries/files (short stories) camp half-blood confidential (worldbuilding sorta + short stories ) and demigods & magicians (Kanes chronicles and Percy Jackson characters meet).

hopefully this helped and wasn’t just super unnecessary, I’m glad to be of service! Feel free to ask me any questions later aswell! ^^

Hello! So sorry for the (big) delay, I’m still trying to understand how this messages on Tumblr work.

That is really useful actually. I’ve been in the riordanverse for 2 years??? I think… not very sure. The point is I’m still trying to understand the inside jokes, ships, etc; it is a wide fandom and Percy is not my childhood like it is for so many (& so lucky) people, so I still feel very new here.

Im currently reading The Sun and stars, and I think I didn’t finish the Kane Chronicles because I have too many blank spaces in my memory.

So far has been a very welcome-y fandom. Idk why but I find it kinder than other fandoms. And messages like this one (someone who takes time to explain everything to a new one) is just another proof of that. Thank you for your message!!! :3

[sachyriel]

Last night I dreamt

I was working this gig-economy delivery service for some extra money and I had a bike. So I go to the pick up point and it's a bunch of packages and mail for an international student, ok cool. Pack it up in my backpack and start heading out to a nice part of downtown Ottawa. Get to the right street and I'm looking for the number but it skips upwards not by 2 but by 4. Go past it, circle around and check the back. These big brick buildings have a second address at the back, so 153 whatever street isn't visible at the front. Drop off the students stuff and tell him "if I were you I'd pay those bills before I forget" because somehow I know the contents of his mail, some of it was loose envelopes and some was parcels (from family and online orders). I don't think he takes my advice but he's not suspicious cause I hand it to him as a bunch of loose envelopes and packages. Very professional, me, giving unsolicited advice from the fact I saw his ISP on the envelope.

But this was my last (first and only) delivery of the day, so I'm off to the gig economy office to get my payout and reward. Cause they'd have an office? No apparently not, it's just a pick up point for getting paid and picking a coupon prize? I scratch off my prize... It's a couple of FREE TACOS ... From KFC? I didn't know KFC did Tacos?

I meet a friend from another job from a while back, he's on a bike and I'm walking. We're hanging out, going from a grocery store in his neighborhood (no longer downtown but still urban) and walk/biking to a convenience store. While we're going there he talks about why he doesn't get why people like fast food, especially KFC? IDK man, people like cheap and easy.

We get to the convenience store and I don't feel like spending money but I need to use the wifi, but thee. store cashier guy lets me use his phones hot spot, I update my map cause I'm too cheap to buy cell service (very realistic dream). I think about getting a medium drink but while I grab a cup other people come in and I have to wait in line. Good thing I didn't fill up the cup, this medium cup is 10$? Okay, but he rings it up as 14$? Bro I'm not paying 14$ for sugar water, he shrugs and me and my friend leave. I don't have my bike, but we're off to another convenience store.

Walk/biking down a bigger street in the neighborhood we get to the bigger convenience store. My friend has to go soon so he doesn't stay long. I'm looking at the baked goods and doughnuts, I pick up this weird pyramidal kind of glazed doughnut, it's got stripes on one side like a hand pie, but its made out of triangles like a pyramid and cut in half parallel to the striped side. Really interested in this pyramidal, flaky and sticky doughnut but I put it down and circle the baked goods.

#one time i dreamt #Dream #Dreams #sachyriel