#i will say that i've got. the germ of what may end up being a very long fic indeed for tpp

[doodle-do-wop]

KOTLC AND PJO

@valentinerose529 passed on the brain rot so now I'm dragging y'all down with me

Please buckle up your non-existent seatbelts and keep all hands, wings, feet, tails, and horns inside the vehicle. This is gonna be a long post

So

As I've previously stated else where I firmly stick my foot in the hill that the Aphrodite Cabin (10) has so much more under the surface of pink and glitter (not that there's anything wrong with pink and glitter)

Aphrodite is quite literally the Goddess of Love if you're a PJO fan and don't know Greek mythology or you're a fan but completely forgot.

She has an ever changing form to each individual as well as an ever changing personality (in the PJO universe) due to beauty standards and the culture of the place she's in.

Love is complicated and messy, it's not the same for everyone or every situation.

Thus why I put Keefe in good old 10. What a better place for an empath than the Aphrodite Cabin?

Now moving onto the ever messy Vackers

I love Fitz and Biana. I do............but I got an entire skeleton of bones to pick with Alden Vacker and of he can meet me outside the Denny's parking lot please-

While not actually smart Alden did manage to become emissary in KOTLC and Athena seems to like mildly smart guys who end up being very mid dad's. Girls got a type and I can only say hopes and prayers she gets better.

Athena is a strategist and occasionally thinks only in the form of a game (I will be using chess). Athena knows when it's time to get sharp and wet the blade and move people to where they have to go. She may be immortal but time is still against her so chop chop guys, we've got a magical meguiffin to snatch and bring back.

Athena is the goddess of wisdom, war strategy, handicraft.

What better godly parent to leave an ever lasting shadow on the eldest son Alvar. And the bitterness that stems from being out shined by perfect child Fitz who developed a far more impressive power than his older brother.

"but Biana feels so Aphrodite coded!" You cry and I hear you but Biana is a fighter at heart. She likes winning Quest Hunt and tackling the shit out of people in Tackle Bramble (she would love rugby). She's competitive and clever though it's not clear where on earth that gene came from, clearly not Alden.

And let's not forget it was Biana's idea to turn shirt ruffles into weapon hiding spots. Girls got strategy and style. Athena would be proud.

(plus the absolute sandal that would be blowing up the Camp's gossip train of Biana potentially being Aphrodite's daughter dispite having two Athena brothers would be scalding hot)

Onto everyone's favorite technopath

"oh Hephaestus, we all know" well you're wrong bucko

Worm, germs, plotted plant I named Timmy. What has Dex Dizznee built so far? Bombs, multiple bracelets for punching, many devices used just to heck the government's most top secret files, a panic button/tracker, more devices that hack into the government's files, a circuit that shall not be discussed.

These are all pretty crazy cool shit and Hephaestus would be damn proud to have Dex as his son.

But Dex isn't his son.

Dex's dad is the father of thieves, travelers, and roads. Hermes

"WHAT?" Yeah I know I know. But think about it. Dex is smart, he's so damn smart but he's tricky too. He knows the chemicals needed to dye an imp pink with glittery nails to match, he can whip up a batch up balding blam to get revenge, he can also be easily lost in the background of things.

So what a major disappointment it must be, to be waiting any day now for the sign of the hammer in a blazing forge and get a stupid winged sandal instead.

The Song Twins

Tam and Linh really gave me a run for my money because they're twins but Linh is an obvious Poseidon kid while Tam isn't and however powerful and weird the gods may be, two gods can't have kids with the same woman at the same time. It just ain't possible.

Linh's water powers are important to her character but so are Tam's. But Tam can still have spooky powers just not in the same flavor. Linh is the pretty side of Poseidon's rule over the seas. The water that heals and the funny animal shapes she makes. But the deeper into the ocean you get the darker it becomes. Tam's powers are the less pleasant things in life.

Now for everyone's second favorite arsonist (not Sophie)

Marella Redek has Pyrokenisis and you're saying "oh this one's eazy, Leo, come pick up your sibling" but you're wrong yet again my friend.

While Marella would probably be super frustrated with getting the tinker cabin over something that could help her mom (y'all remember how helping her mom was her main motivation?) at least with the STEM geeks she could hammer out some kind of magic mood ring to help her mom or make a bracelet with charmed gemstones capable of alerting her mom or herself when danger is near or just something

But no

Instead Marella is stuck in the only cabin that couldn't have been a worst match up for her. Hecate. (I know I previously said Ares but I changed my mind)

Marella, instead of having a knack for magic like almost every other child of Hecate instead got the flaming torch part of the deal. Literally. Marella can also see strings of magic and she doesn't like it one bit.

And finally Sophie (because this is getting too long)

Sophie was a tricky one since she has all these powers and it was nearly impossible to put her in a cabin that really fit with her

What finally got me to decide was actually her teleporting powers and inflicting. They have a sort of lightning and thunder styled description so who better than lord thunderbutt himself, Zeus.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #keefe sencen #tam song #linh song #marella redek #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #biana vacker #pjo and kotlc #pjo #tell me your thoughts

[lovehaiduk]

SECRET WEDDING

After a short marriage, my mother divorced and never remarried. I was content with this situation because I didn't want to have a stepfather in my life, excuse my selfishness. Early on, I lost contact with my real dad, so I got used to be just me and my mom. Besides, I'm still single and have no desire to start a family of my own. So I am not in the situation to blame myself for having something which she doesn't have anymore. We are in the same shit, sort of speak.

            Anyway, as you can imagine, my mom is not the most cheerful person you've ever met. Being a single mother for most of her life isn't exactly a dream come true. She has lived a sober life and acts accordingly. Most kids bring their moms flowers, I bring her the Prozac bottle from the medicine cabinet when she's too exhausted to get out of bed.

            The last time I visited her, I saw that she was in an exceptionally good mood, which surprised me a lot. Maybe she won the lottery, I thought. Or maybe she's on something stronger than Prozac. If her doctor changed her prescription, I wonder what he's giving her instead! Ecstasy?!

            I didn't want to ask her right away what it was. I pretended that seeing her smile all the time was something normal. Maybe it is, but in another life. Then after a while she told me the big news:

            - You know, since I go to the new hospital for checkups, I met a nurse who works there. She's a very special girl! I want you to meet her! Maybe you can drive me to the hospital today and it would be the perfect opportunity for you two to get to know each other!

            - Mom, I don't date nurses!... Unless they're porn stars wearing fake medical outfits!             I was rude to her, but I wanted to put an early end to the discussion. I mean, she didn't try to hook me up when I was 18, and now I'm 40 and her first concern is about my sex life?!             - But she's so nice to me, she makes me feel good, I'm sure you'll like her a lot!             - Mom, stop it! I don't need to meet her, and please don't show me a picture of her either, I'm not interested, you know I've a phobia of germs, so that's the worst idea you can have!

            - But...

            - No buts, please!

            - Son, listen to me! You must know her!

            - No!

            I swore to myself that if she brought up this subject again, I'd tell her I was gay, even though I never sleep with men. Just to get out of this sordid situation where she forces me to give her some grandchildren. I didn't want to upset her too much, so I tried to compromise:

            - Even so, I can drive you to the hospital; are you ready?...

            - And maybe you'll change your mind by the time we get there!

            - Maybe!

            Throughout the ride, I turned the radio up full blast so she wouldn't say a word to me. Her brain was like a ticking bomb, obsessed all the time with bringing this new woman into my life. And in this scenario, I couldn't imagine telling her that this nurse is like a fifth wheel and I already have a dozen women in my bed. I mean she is discreet with her love affairs, she always has been, she requires me to call her every time before I visit her so I don't catch her with someone in the house, so why should I be more open!!!

            When we arrived, she asked me again, but more indirectly:

            - Do you want to come inside with me?

            - Mom, I might catch a disease, please go alone. I'll wait for you here, OK?

            - But if I faint, I may need your help at some point!

            - Ms Stevenson !!!, I called her by her last name to give emphasis to my message. Don't play these cheap tricks on me! If you faint, you have hundreds of doctors around you who can help you! Why do you need me to call 911 for you?! Come on! Please come back soon because the parking fees here are astronomical!

            I waited for half an hour. Then an hour. I was increasingly worried. Partly because of the money I was losing for parking, but also because she had stayed too long. I called her. When she answered the phone, I heard her crying.

            - Mom, what's wrong!!!

            She didn't say anything, she just sobbed loudly, like a crazy person. I was in a real panic.             - Where are you, what's going on?!

            I was starting to think that maybe she just found out she was terminal. Or something worse. But I hadn't asked her before what doctor or hospital unit she was going to. So I didn't know where she might be or where to start looking for her.

            All I heard on the other end of the line was her hysterical crying. And I had never heard that before. Something is definitely wrong here!

            I jumped out of the car and ran to the entrance of the hospital. When I got to the lobby, I didn't wait in line and asked the lady at the front desk where Ms Stevenson is, if somebody can search for her, it's an emergency!

            - Are you a relative?, she asked me with an ominous voice.

            - Yes, yes, please hurry up! Where is she?

            - Wait here, a doctor will come to talk to you right away!

            After two minutes I saw a doctor coming towards me. He was very pale. And he looked even more frightened than I was.

            - I'm sorry to inform you that Ms Stevenson has passed away!

            - I'm sorry, what!!!

            I thought it was a joke. It couldn't be possible! Five minutes ago I heard her crying on the phone, so five minutes ago she was alive!

            - She passed away! We couldn't help her! She was too late!

            - What do you mean she was too late?! You're lying to me! She's not dead!

            I was so angry that I started screaming. He is trying to convince me that my mother is dead. But I know she's not!

            Because I was so upset, the doctor signaled to some male nurses to come and probably give me a shot to calm me down. But I didn't want to wait to be forcibly sedated, so I put my hand on the doctor's neck and started squeezing:

            - If you want to live, tell me right now where my mother is!

            - She's downstairs, in the morgue!

            I let him go and ran away, escaping from two male nurses who were chasing me. In the meantime, I searched all the doors to see where the morgue was. When I got there, I started taking all the bodies out of the freezers. They fell like fleas on the floor. I examined every single corpse, male or female, in a chaotic motion, just to see if one of those people was my mother or not. When there was no body left in the freezer, I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't there! The doctor lied to me!

            But wait a minute, where else is my mother? Maybe she's being held captive here somewhere by those crazy doctors! I have to find her, as soon as possible. Or should I call the police? But no one will believe me! They'll put me in a straitjacket. What am I going to do?! My phobia of germs is starting to kick in. So many dead bodies touching me, so many germs! My greatest fear shook me so much that I fell over in the middle of the pile of corpses. I started shivering because they were very cold. I was sitting on the body of a naked woman who was very beautiful and very fresh. Then I heard a voice:

            - So in the end you met her!

            It was my mother. She was standing in the doorway, looking at me sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by all the mischief, like in a horror movie.

            - Mom!... Who are you talking about?!

            - This girl, you stay on her... The second Ms. Stevenson. She's my wife. I mean, she was until... The hospital staff just told me about her stupid car accident. Now I'm single again! I'm here to say goodbye to her.

            I was surprised when I saw that my mother was still alive. But I was even more surprised when I found out that she had become a lesbian!

[julialouisdreyfest]

Garbage Man Interview

First off, for the people, in your own words, who are you, what do you play, where are you from, and what is the name of your band?

Hi there, I'm Nick Duude and I play guitar and do vocals for Garbage Man from Wisconsin and, more recently, Iowa. 

You guys are a noise rock band, I think it’s safe to say- when I first saw you play Billings maybe 10 (jesus christ) years ago, you were much less abrasive, yet somehow more…. Annoying. In the best way possible. how did the evolution in the sound start? Was the iteration of the band now always the vision, 10 (jesus fucking christ) years ago?

It was! The long reigning problem is booking tours, and having last minute cancellations. Our (then) current drummer couldn't get out of some work obligations, so we said "fuck it" and busted out some trash cans. That was for one tour only, but ended up working out well for us in a pinch.

Are you still doing Bob's Angry Pins? If so, any specials you got going on, that you wanna plug? Or any other side hustles you wanna plug?

You betcha, all for bands all day! Working on getting some new sizes, as well as styles in. Our newest one is going to be reflective iridescent buttons with custom designs underneath. They look pretty neat!

If you're bothering to use your internal voice to read my word, I'll give you 10% off an order! Just mention this interview or Julia Louis Dreyfest from now until the end of August 2022.

[email protected]

Facebook.com

Insta: @BOBSANGRYPINS

I’m trying to remember, last time we played Sheboygan with you, there was like a famous punk guy from the 80s at the show… as you may recall I had a hard time recollecting much of anything from that night for various reasons… am I remembering this correctly?

There was! They are a long-time supporter of local music and have become a good friend of ours, whether it be drinking whiskey on the patio or playing their banjo before/between/after shows. They prefer to roll in the background, so I don't want to out them and their story, but I miss them and our good friend Teek, the WC owner/operator, very much post-moving to Iowa. Viva La WC; the true cultural germ ground whether folks will/did recognize or not.

I don’t think i’ve ever asked you- do you have any opinions on Making a Murderer? As someone who lived not far from Manitowoc I am assuming you are an expert in the subject.

I'm from about an hour away from where this happened, but I prefer to focus and read on other less televised terrible things that have happened in the state of WI. Some recommended highlights to experience this include:

Wisconsin Death Trip

Ed Gein

The Phoenix Ship Tragedy

Scott Walker doing anything to the state of WI 

Killdozer (the band, not the Ed)

Modern-day property segregation in Milwaukee

Over/Under - yes, we all hate pitchfork, and yes, this is like… “their thing” but dammit! It’s too much fun not to play! I will give you a word/thing/idea, and you just have to say if you think it is underrated or overrated, and feel free to expound on your reasoning as much as you’d like, or not at all!

Culvers -

Under; if Craig was even more of a Republican he would have taken over the Midwest fast food game already

Halloween (the general holiday) -

Over, but I feel this is due to me being naturally old/scary-looking. Boo.

Madison, Wisconsin -

Over, but go get some super sexy fries from Mickey's Tavern while you're there.

Tennis (the sport) -

Over, I've heard it just makes peoples' elbows feel funny

Tennis (the band) -

Over, never listened to them before in my life but I can ignorantly and confidently say I feel this way about them

The EPA -

Over, I know just the right amount of emissions my car needs to be emitting, not them.

Stranger Things -

Under, I've never watched it but they appearedly have the ability to get people into music 40+ years old. Cue the Kate Bush metalcore covers please.

Aaron Rodgers, but purely based on his performance as celebrity host of Jeopardy! -

I didn't watch, but I'd hope it ends similarly to "Wheel.......Of Money!"

Cucumbers -

Under as a utility, over as a food item

The Green Bay Packer Cheese Hat -

Under, pop that fucker on + a beer and a bendy straw; you're ready for Sunday mass and noon kickoff.

Marvin Heemeyer/Killdozer -

Over, he had plenty of chances to dump his shitty land for a profit and nestle himself somewhere else before they pushed him out. He almost got the under due to targeted destruction, which is all anyone can ask for in the end.

Super Smash Brothers -

Under, the 3DS port got the short end. I went to the midnight release with a friend and we were the only ones who showed; show some respect!

Hamms -

Under, don't let the label fool you, it tastes exactly like PBR but it's -$10/30 rack cheaper.

Anime -

Under, watch Akira sometime

Rollerblades -

Over, split the wheels up and build a skateboard

Pissed Jeans -

The feeling? Under. The band? Over, but that song Scrapbooking is a shining star

You can catch Garbage Man during this year's fest at Craft Local on August 5th at 9:30pm!

SEE YOU IN THE PIT!

#garbageman #billingsmontana #jldviii #julialouisdreyfest #dreyfest #Bandcamp

[serialreblogger]

You're getting into the Penumbra Podcast? Heck yeah, that's a fun time! Juno is so wildly relatable, what a lady. (Also, I've been trying to leave a comment on Ch 8 of Bitterest Gods, but brain no word good - I'll get there eventually. Very excited to see Galatea updating!!)

HECK YEAH IT'S A FUN TIME (also please do not worry about brainwords!! or comments!! i. feel u very much on both counts lol i currently have an uhh obscene number of unread comments in my inbox because, brain, words, but we'll get there. if ur enjoying reading that's more than enough for me!!)

#i get the serotonin just from knowing my writing's been enjoyed yknow? #comments are sweet but chillin in silence is nice too #a bit more difficult on the internet but i feel like reading & enjoying the nonsense stories of another writer is #as close as one can get to sitting in a living room both engrossed in different old books by the light of a roaring fire #yknow? #i will say that i've got. the germ of what may end up being a very long fic indeed for tpp #wherein rita has the braincell but nureyev gets it just long enough for a very nice left turn into something #well something *i* will call more fun #we'll see how that goes #i know i haven't updated bitterest gods in a hot minute but i'm halfway thru ch12 and in a bit of writer's block #somethin somethin martin something web somethin sasha #to resolve all the threads (so to speak) #so i'm waiting til i've finished to post the rest bc let's be real ch8 is as close to a happy ending as they'll get otherwise #bad things are coming and i feel bad about it but i am resolved not to inflict them on y'all without the certainty of a proper resolution #apologies for the delay it is for a good cause #is what i'm saying #also apologies for responding to no comments in the last like month or longer i Will get there #one day. one day my spoons will return from the war #tpp #linden writes #linden in the tags #ask linden

[trblhyuns]

imagine us. (pt.1 and we were eating)

pairing// hyunjin-reader main  &&lil chan-reader for a little

tws// use of drugs and alcohol, suggestive scenes, hyunjin can be a dick sometimes and it hurts

— lighthearted

prologue / masterlist / pt.2

pt.1 wc: 1989

his cologne caught my nose. it smells just like the one i had got for my little brother this past christmas. when my brother wore it it smelt nice, and i liked the undernotes but on him, it just smelt weird. but now i could smell the same undertone and it was pleasingly sweet, but mostly smelled like dude. not like locker room dude but like shaves his face with a straight razor, changes his own oil, shops at nordstrom rack dude. my brother said he wanted it because he saw it in some pickup artist video saying that it was the best scent to get girls. i wonder if he got it because of that video too. not saying that if i smelled it on my brother that i would find him attractive too. ew. i know that scents change depending on the person who is wearing them. but the smell, or more likely the aura radiating off this guy is making my head turn.

i can only catch a glimpse of the head of hair on this guy. blonde and long. like the barbies i used to play with my elementary school when i would spend the night. i want to see more of him. his smell is luring me in. i feel like a dog looking for a treat that it hid months ago.

"why do you keep looking at the booth behind you" jisung looks into me, using scissors to cut the sizzling pork belly into small pieces. i fold into myself watching the pieces fall onto the round charcoal grill between us. "you're so weird." he shakes his head before going back to grilling the meat.

"okay try to see past all the smell of the expensive meat, which i am paying for, may remind you before you call me weird. but you smell that?" he looks at me while squinting his eyes, slowly he puts down the tongs and scissors. his fingers stroke his chin and within a few moments his features scrunch up.

"yeah i smell that. oh my god."

"really? i thought i was crazy." relief falls over me. i'm not the only one who can smell it.

"yeah it smells so fucking bad, it's like there is a y/n here stinking the whole restaurant up. yeah, i don't think i can eat anymore" he drops his hands on the table. my eyes droop. i look up at him from hooded lids, trying to put on the most deadpan face i can.

"yeah, i think you're paying now buddy."

"but y/n~~~ i was like um just playing, but for real it smells like dude. you know when you come to the studio with me and the middle schoolers leave because the youth classes end. yeah, yeah. like when the youth classes end. onions and axe." i chuckle at his response before grabbing a piece of the now grilled pork belly off the grill and putting it on my plate. i can not express how excited i am to eat this pork belly. it distracts me enough from what we were talking about before, and as i am ready to bring the food up to my mouth i am soon more distracted by the sound of the tall man scooting out from the booth behind me, napkin clad in hand making his way over to the buffet, probably to get more sides.

"jisung do you need more sides?"

"no, i need more front."

"what?" i looked at him puzzled trying to figure out what he means.

"i need to see the front of that guy who smells like onions and axe, was that what you were trying to look at in the booth behind you. because i'm going to let you know right now, just by looking at the back of onion and axe guy you have no chance."

i stare at him again.

"bitch what the fuck." jisung puts his hand up to his forehead, which i just flicked. "again, i was just joking gotdamn. if you want to talk to him this is your chance i guess. i want more radish now be nice and go get me some since you just flicked me." i roll my eyes still staring while my eyes close into a tight glare shooting at him. i look over at the buffet, and he is nowhere to be seen. usually, by now i would have kicked jisung under the table for being so mean, but he was right. this was a good time to go see what this guy was all about. and, i want to smell him. as appetizing as this porkbelly smells, and how much i was craving to eat it, he smells more delicious. but jisung's words play in my head again onions and axe. it makes me chuckle.

i get up and make my way towards the buffet. it's the dinner rush, and since this was the only good bbq spot in the town at the moment, i have to dodge busy servers, and the sound of conversations, and maybe even a fighting couple pass by me as i make my way over.

trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, i try to look around me taking in the surroundings of the restaurant, but trying to spot the full head of blonde hair. i put the plastic gloves over my hands, grabbing a plate from under the food, and then mindlessly— and may i add very slowly— put things onto the plate. i see him a bit of the way over just staring at the meat fridge. the blonde hair pulls me in and i'm about to make my move before i feel a sting on my face. quickly i wipe my hand over my face trying to scratch before i realize i now have the residue of whatever was on my gloves, but what's even worse i don't have my mask on. the blood rushes to my face as i quickly make my way back to the booth where jisung is waiting for me.

"dude you didn't even get any radish." he looks at me, looking like he is trying to hold back his laughter as he throws a napkin at my face.

"do you think he saw me, oh my god, what if he did, he probably thinks i'm some freak anti-masker trying to spread my germs to everyone."

"i mean i would." jisung retorts at me.

"you're such a dick" i throw my crumpled-up napkin back at him.

"yeah but who begged me to come out to eat with her, and who made me cancel my studio time just because little y/n can't grill food by herself, and can't stand the thought of eating out alone." his pout becomes deeper with each word he says, and his voice becomes squeaker at the same rate.

"yeah but who gets to eat for free?" i imitate him. this makes him purse his lips, a playful look on his face as he goes back to eating the sides i brought back from the buffet. he looks around before eyeing the direction of the buffet.

"yoooo YOOOOOOOO y/n y/n y/n. i know that guy." he has a surprised look on his face, but not hiding the fact that he is a little excited. like a little lab dog. i open my eyes wide, ready to hear how i can get closer to him. "i've seen him at the studio before. you know that guy chan i have been trying to get you to bang so i can live vicariously through you, yeah i think he is friends with him."

"first of all, i don't know why you keep trying to live vicariously through me. especially since the situation is me having sex with chan. because you are like. straight. but maybe i should hit up chan now haha." i play with the straw that's sitting in my water cup while jisung pulls out his phone, scrolling through. he looked so focused, a look i only see when he is trying to mix a new track, or while he stares at himself in the mirror while dancing. i wait there for a while, distributing the rest of the cooked meat between us. before i can start to eat jisung shoves his phone in my face.

"okay i got his snapchat and apparently he is here with this girl as you can see by the story i am showing you right now." that was quick, but expected from jisung.

i take his phone out of his hands, holding it closer to my face so i can read the caption better. remembering that they are in the booth behind us, i remember to lower my voice before i speak.

"okay first of all who comes to a bbq place and orders off the kitchen menu. and do you think they are dating, like is the emoji meant to be about her or the food, and do you think she is eating the food he is grilling, or do you think she is the type to eat salads on dates to seem more feminine." i start to ramble, obviously jealous over a girl i don't know over a guy i don't know. things have been dry for me lately. school has taken over my life. occasionally i will go out to the club, or the rare party, but being friends with jisung who doesn't get out as much as he used to, i just have never have an excuse to go out and meet more people. this is the action and drama i need in my life right now.

"okay, first of all, y/n you said a lot, and it is a lot to unpack. and i don't know if you know her and have some grudge or sum, but i think you are just reading too much into it." and he's right. i have only seen this guy's face like once, and maybe got a good whiff of him, but i feel like i'm going crazy for no reason. oh my god, i am so deprived of any interaction with anyone.

"let's just forget about it and get the bill. he has a girl so my window has closed." jisung nods in approval and goes to finishing his food. we continue to make small talk and joke around. the server comes to the table black book in hand. i put my card in and wait for him to come back with the reciept.

"wait y/n your tipping too right."

"oh my god jisung, just how broke are you?"

"i'm not broke i'm just trying to save up for these nice ass headphones and i just wanted to ask you to break our little you pay and i tip streak so i can keep a little extra cash so i can hear porn in HD audio."

"okay, okay, just stop talking, gosh. what is up with you today." the server comes back and i scribble in the tip and total before looking at jisung signaling to him to get up.

"nothin.'' he smiles at me as he scoots out from the booth grabbing his bag. "so now that you know that pretty guy isn't available will you FINALLY hit up chan. he has been asking about you." we are walking out of the restaurant now. standing out on the side walk beside the main road. there is traffic tonight downtown, like always. the older people are making their way out of the restaurants, and closing their tabs at bars. the bouncers are going to come out soon, ready to take only the obviously fake ids, and i can imagine a few hours from now the barely dressed girls on the backs of guys they met dancing stumbling down the concrete, or the older college kids playing pool instead of getting wasted.

"i guess now i will."

#straykids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #bang chan #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fic #hyunjin smut

[illyaana]

4 to 10 - Sugawara Koushi

credits to @kvsagi for the Suga art!

Tags: Timeskip! Sick Suga x Doctor! Reader, No Specific Gender for Reader, Angst

Synopsis: Suga has been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis ever since he was 18, a few days after he graduated from high school. He works as an author in the hospital room he currently lives in. When he was 26, you entered the hospital as an official resident doctor and you were assigned to him.

In the beginning, it was just wheezing. After serving a ball to the ace, Suga just needed a few minutes to breathe air back into his system - nothing else.

It slowly became long nights of consistent coughing. It was just a dust allergy - nothing more. Almost all his family members had it - his allergic reactions were just stronger.

It became shorter hours of practice and any forms of exercise. His lungs were just weaker than the rest of the team's. It didn't mean that he was not as skilled as them - he just had to work more efficiently - more success, less time.

Then came the first lung infection.

Then the next.

Then the next.

Then the next.

It was no longer something he could just write off anymore.

Then came the tests; one sweat test and one genetic test.

The next time people saw him, he carried a bag connected to a tube that was in his nose.

He could still live his life normally - he just needed regular checkups. The only thing he needed to do was keep his distance, keep clean and not mess up.

That's all he needed to do, right?

The attacks got worse and worse.

His lungs became so fragile the slightest amount of dust or germ could kill him.

If he wanted to live, he needed to live in the hospital.

Until his clock stopped working, he needed to stay in the white walls of the Hospital of Tokyo forever - and that is what he did.

For the next 8 years of his life, he stayed in the hospital as a 'permanent resident' and lived peacefully.

His life consisted of college online, eating, studying, cleaning his lungs, talking with the other 'permanent residents' or just 'guests', playing with kids in the pediatric ward and sleep.

That was his life - and he didn't hate it.

He soon graduated from college and university and became an author - a well-known one, may I add.

He still talked to his friends from high school - Daichi and Asahi being common visitors with the occasional visit from Kageyama and Hinata.

This was his life until his life ended.

But all that changed when you came into the hospital for the first time.

Sugawara was never one to eye at the doctors or the nurses in the hospital - he believed that it was irrational and very wrong. Yet, you somehow changed his mind almost instantly.

He couldn't muster the bravery to even welcome you on your first day by himself, despite everyone who knew him literally pushing him to do so.

He begged all of the nurses to introduce him to you, but they all wanted him to do it by himself.

"Staring at our newest doctor, huh?" said Sugawara's doctor, Hizashi Yamada from behind him.

"You want me to introduce you to them?" He asked, smiling deviously.

Soon, Suga's doctor brought him to meet you, despite all of Suga's resistance to it.

"Hello, Y/N-sensei. Welcome to the Hospital of Tokyo. It is a pleasure to have someone so well-versed in our hospital as a permanent doctor," said Hizashi-sensei.

He placed his hand out, only for you to shake it. "No need for the praises, Yamada-sensei. The fact you recognized me is a privilege itself."

"This," Yamada-sensei pulled Suga forward, "Is Sugawara Koushi. He has been admitted to our hospital ever since he was eighteen."

Suga blushed furiously.

He wasn't ready to meet you up close so quickly. He wanted to admire you from afar for at least another two more days so that he could learn about your interests, but fate wasn't on his side this time.

Not to mention, you were a doctor, too! One of the younger ones, too... and hotter...

Suga awoke from his daze when he saw your gloved hand reach out to his to give him a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, Sugawara-san. I believe you are an author? My sister loves your books!"

Suga was internally thanking Daichi for telling him to become an author.

Suga raised his hand to meet yours in a handshake. "The pleasure is all mine."

"As you both know, I am retiring this year," Yamada-sensei said, making both you and Suga face him.

"I've discussed with the board. Y/N-sensei, you'll be in charge of Suga starting tomorrow. I will send all the information about his condition soon," He ended off with a smile.

Wait - you were in charge of him?

Suga was shaking even more now.

It would no longer be Yamada-sensei seeing the uglier side of him but the very person he was developing a crush on.

"Fate works in mysterious ways, huh?" you said, breaking Suga's train of thought.

"I guess it was good I met you today then, Sugawara-san," you ended with a cheerful smile.

"I leave myself in your care then, Y/N-sensei," Suga said while bowing to you.

"Just call me Y/N. I think you're older than me, anyway," you said, laughing a bit. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You walked towards the nurses that were calling you, leaving an extremely red Sugawara in the middle of the foyer.

The next day stood as a challenge for the silver-haired male.

He was going to act as good as he can so that your job could be as simple as it can be - no cheeky comments, no playful jokes.

Just being a boring, normal patient for the few hours you'd be in his room.

Well, that resolve almost failed immediately when you came in and begged for a conversation with him.

"It's too quiet for me to work properly, Sugawara-san. I know you think that keeping the room quiet helps, but the tension in the room is a bit too strong for me to work normally," you said, aching for some noise to come out of him.

But he didn't say anything - not even a noise.

"If you don't say anything in the next few minutes, I am going to begin talking a bit too much and trust me, you don't want that."

You turned to prepare the machine to remove the excess mucus in his lungs.

"You can call me Suga-san if you want," Suga whispered, scared to speak as loud as he usually does.

You chuckled and turned to face him. "I was going to call you Koushi-kun, whether you liked it or not."

"So, Koushi-kun," you started, "where and when does this author's life begin?"

He chuckled softly. "I was actually born in Miyagi. I was a replacement setter for the volleyball team in my school. Then again, I played a few times even when our main setter was there."

"What school?"

"Karasuno."

You opened your eyes in shock. "Wait - you were part of the Karasuno's volleyball team that went to nationals back then!"

He stared at your wonder-filled eyes and smiled. "Yeah, I was."

"So you know Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio? The Japan players?"

Pride swelled in him when he heard those two names. "Yeah, I do. I actually taught Hinata the basics."

"You've done well, my friend," you said, earning a laugh from the 26-year old.

And that small conversation began the long conversations you both had when you were doing long hours in the hospital.

After handling other patients, you'd often spend time with Koushi in his room with the pretence of 'I'm his doctor - it's my duty to be with him most of the time.'

But that was far from the truth, wasn't it?

You were developing feelings for your own patient.

How could you not fall for him?

Behind the beautiful exterior of his was a man of true beauty itself.

He was a hard worker - spent most of his time working on his new project.

He was kind - helped the nurses with managing the kids in the pediatric ward when they went for their lunch break.

He was the ideal man for anyone.

Time passed and you had been taking care of the former setter for the past two years.

He introduced you to his friends - Asahi, Daichi, Kageyama and Hinata, if you remember correctly - when they came over.

They soon became close friends of yours too - despite your fangirling over the Japan volleyball players. They often spent hours on end with Suga in his room.

All of you enjoyed the small talks you all had together and talked about the things happening in the outside world - be it a small injury or someone's wedding.

"Y/N-san, what about you? Are you in a relationship?" the orange-haired man asked, a small yet beaming smile on his lips.

You instantly blushed and looked at Sugawara. His eyes focused solely on you, taking you in.

"I've been single my whole life. I don't think I'd be getting into a relationship soon, too. The doctor's life doesn't really revolve around romance, despite all the TV shows and movies," you ended, earning snickers from almost everyone in the room.

"How about the rest of you? Is there a conquest of love happening in your lives?" you asked. Now my turn to grin.

Both Kageyama and Hinata stared at one another, faces beet red.

Koushi sighed. "Why can't you both just tell that you're a couple? We all knew ever since high school."

"How did you all know?" Kageyama shouted. You immediately shushed him, earning a small 'sorry' from him.

"You both aren't quiet in the storage room, you know?" Daichi said. Everyone except the couple began laughing hysterically.

"Damn, the money I'd get if I leaked this to the news," you jokingly said, teasing the two players.

When the clock showed 8pm, you pushed the four of the visitors out of Suga's room.

Their time had ended and they needed to head home.

Once they left, you felt a tug on your doctor's coat. You saw Koushi asking you back into the room, not ready for you to leave yet.

"Is everything okay?" You asked him, worried about his health.

"Do you feel like there isn't enough oxygen in your tank? I can always get you a replacement right now-" Koushi placed his finger on your lips.

"Please, just listen to what I have to say," he asked, his eyes begging you to listen to him.

You closed the door behind the two of you. He pulled you to sit beside him on his bed.

"I know I don't have much time left. I already had 10 years after diagnosis when the norm is 4," he said, chuckling.

You wanted to intervene - hell, the sentence was already prepared in your head - but you didn't. From what it looked like, he wanted you to just accept whatever he had to say.

"My drive to write is long gone - I can barely write a sentence I like anymore. I love playing with the kids, but I feel like I would just disturb them rather than entertaining them. I - I feel my life slipping away from my fingers, Y/N..." he said, tears forming around his eyes.

"Yet, when I see you walk along the halls of the hospital, I feel re-energized. I only met you two years ago, but I already am so dependant on you - and not just as a doctor. You are the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning. You are the only thing I think of when I fall asleep. You are..." he gripped on your wrist, "the only thing I want right now."

"Koushi-kun..."

"I love you, Y/N. I didn't want you to leave today without knowing this. I love you so much - as a doctor and as a person."

You hugged the male in front of you, letting his tears fall on your jacket.

"I know you can't reciprocate my feelings, but I just needed you to know."

You gripped on his shirt.

This was the only man you've ever wanted, but you could never have him.

You held your tears back as you walked out of his room.

The next day was just a blur.

The mucus in his lungs built up at an extremely fast pace.

A severe infection formed in his lungs.

You rushed from your apartment to the hospital to conduct surgery as fast as you could.

Luck, however, wasn't on your side.

In the midst of the surgery, the electrocardiogram flatlined.

Sugawara Koushi was pronounced dead at 3:45 am at the Hospital of Tokyo on the 19th of December in the year 2022.

I hope you enjoyed the fanfic! As always, if you have ideas or tropes you'd like me to try, don't hesitate to leave a suggestion here! Thanks for all the reblogs and the likes too! <3 If you want to learn about Cystic Fibrosis, I watched this video and it helped me in understanding the science part of it~

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[fighterkimburgess]

F, H & P :)

Asks are from this post

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

So I can't share my ACTUAL favourite scene, because it's from Unintentional (and almost at the end at that, so it's not gonna come out till November). But I do love this one.

“Yeah. And that’s a shit thing for you to have to deal with.”

“A shit thing is my brother throwing a punch at me when he’s angry and I can’t help. Like you said, we don’t agree on everything. I’m not the magical guy who’s gonna pull you back from the edge. But you’re my brother. We’re family. Kim’s my sister, that lil girl may as well be my niece. You need to do better for her. Even if it’s not me telling you to, it needs to be for her.”

“I know.” The two words were short, but Adam’s voice broke saying it. “I’m so fucking ashamed of everything I did while she was missing. I’m ashamed of my reaction, of what I did in that house. I shouldn’t have been allowed help. I should have been sent home. I was too close. And I get that now, but…I hit you. I threw a punch at you and I tried hurting you. Fucking Jay and Hailey had to split us up. And you’re being understanding and I feel like you should be yelling at me.”

“What good would that even do?”

“Make me feel like shit because I deserve it?”

It's from Recovery, and it's my version of the scene between Adam and Kevin that needs to happen after 8x16. I worked so, so hard on it, it went through probably the most rounds of rewrites any writing I've ever done did. Like I'm a white person, I'm not exactly the person who should be writing this scene. But I'm really proud of how it went and the response it got. (And honestly Reese is owed so much of the credit for this)

H: How would you describe your style?

Descriptive angst. I find it hard to write long chapters. I try to make sure chapters are at least 3k, because I really prefer longer chapters to read myself, and sometimes I'm pushing myself to hit that 3k. I wish I was one of those people who took five words instead of one.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I'm both! If it's a multichapter fic I need to have an outline before I publish. My outlines are generally a vague chapter count, and what will happen in each of those chapters that adds up to the whole thing. For oneshots, they usually come from a germ of an idea and I keep that as the core of my idea, and build around that. For The Almost Fathers Club it came from the idea that we saw Herrmann with Gabby when she had the miscarriage, and I totally saw him talking to Matt about it. And then the two of them talking to Adam and making him realise he's not the only one who's dealt with it. I love that fic so much.

Send me a letter and I'll answer the fanfic question

#cíara answers #ask games

[pandalandalopalis]

Memes of 2018

- Going into 2018 fighting / wanting this year to be about wholesomeness

- Gordon Ramsey “delicious, finally some good fucking food” meme

- Cereal guy makes a comeback???

- “Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?”

- That McDonald’s triangle with characters showing the different reactions to kids asking for McDonald’s

- Black Mirror

- “Why the fuck….are you so cute” 

 - That dude sitting at the table with the sign that says “Change my mind”

- The Super Smash Bros promo

- The Gru plan meme where the third page makes him do a double take

- “General Kenobi”

- Marvel: ‘Infinity War is the most ambitious crossover in history’ and then an example of a different crossover

- “[x] literally [x] but go off I guess”

- Undercover Russian plants on the website

- Purell Instant Hand Sanitizer vs 0.01% of germs

- Mark Zuckerberg’s trial

- That meme with the two guys yelling at each other and the one guy has a handlebar mustache and one of them throws a chair??

- The meme with that guy from “why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?” except he’s shooting a guy in the background then saying “Why would [other person] do this?”

- I honestly don’t know if this meme was created in 2017 or 2018 but it’s too good to pass up on this list: the “I spoil [x] but I don’t give you context” meme because it’s always hilarious

- "Staff I am BEGGING you to let me reblog this ad"

- That guy giving a presentation where the overhead screen says "[x] is [x] you guys are just mean" or various other responses

- An upsurge of John Mulaney related content??

- Going along with the above, his line "And I said 'No'. You know, like a liar" has become a meme

- “Whats happening on Twitter?” + various different responses and stories

- Along the same lines as above is “Good morning tumblr, Who are we cancelling today?”

- More John Mulaney, a meme similar to the Drake meme, where the first panel is him pointing and saying "No!" and second panel is him pointing and saying "Yeah!"

- I'm also not sure if this meme was created in 2017 or 2018 but I love the meme where people write a number and then put the actual number in brackets like: "I love one (1) man"

- Variations of "Is this a rabbit?"

- The one where the guy hands another guy a bowl of cereal and he throws it into the hall

- The gif of Chris Hemsworth confidently approaching the table in the Marvel Family Feud game

- Advanced memeing: posting a screencap of a meme or a vine without the caption or words and everyone still understands. The most advanced memeing I've ever seen is a post that began with the sentence "when April is ending" and was followed up by a picture of Ramon Noodles ("it's gonna be may")

- Variations of Captain America’s “So. You got detention.” sitting backwards in a chair in front of lockers

- "We've updated our private policy"

- The four alignments: Jock, nerd, prep, goth

- "Are you a princess?" meme from Wreck It Ralph 2

- Increased use of "fucking superb you funky little [x]"

- When technology does a Thing and someone replies with "Detroit: Become Human"

- Thor being a lesbian icon

- "This is so sad, Alexa play Despacito" + variations of this

- Big dick energy

- "Queer Eye" related content

- The Queer Eye meme where the guy in the middle is saying something and the two guys behind are horrified

- Alignment chart with "edgy, depressed, dumb-ass" at the top and "bitch, thot, bastard" down the side

- Example of an edgy/dramatic banger from the early 2000s; 8-12 year old me: *insert that dramatic guy in the sand picture or alternately a picture of someone laying on the ground*

- Last two brain cells

- The one where two guys are arm wrestling and the arms are labelled with something that they have in common which is labelled on their joined hands + variations

- That scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory(?) where Willy Wonka's dad is like "Eating candy?" and child Wonka says "No papa!" and the dad's like "Telling lies?"

- TIL (Today I Learned)

- Video of animated cat playing an instrument

- Twilight renaissance??

- Bowsette

- Moth memes

- Venom + Tom Hardy in the lobster tank

- Influx of photoshopping the Had To Do It To Em guy into the very background of photos in a Where’s Waldo-esque manner

- The characters in Super Smash Bros got Infinity War-ed??? And then a continuing meme of people being decimated by a blast of light similar to the dusting/'i dont feel so good mr stark' meme

- Alternatively someone pointed out that 'the obliterated by the Smash bros boss' meme is just the 2018 version of "Docktor Octagonapus BLAAAAAAAARGH" and honestly.... I hate it

- "One taught me love; one taught me patience; one taught me pain" from Ariana Grande's song 'thank u, next'

- Shocked pikachu

- "They had us in the first half I'm not gonna lie" when something starts off normal then gets weird

- Surgery on a grape

- Tumblr banning adult content

- "Sir that's my emotional support [x]"

Happy New Year everyone!

#memes #2018 #memes of 2018 #new years #new years eve #yearly memes

[thenoirblogger]

FILM INFO:

Detective Roland Drake falls for two sisters from the Montemar family. One woman is dead and the other wants to kill him.

WRITTEN BY: Brittney Powell, Tom Konkle

DIRECTED BY: Tom Konkle

GENRE: Crime, Mystery

TIME: 113 minutes.

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Trouble Is My Business

( 2018 )

Feature Film Review

4.5/5

This is one of those rare indie, lower budget films that I really and truly loved. Not just as a good independent film, but as a great film in general. Half expecting some dreary black and white picture, pitched as a noir title "because" it's black and white, I knew this wasn't going to be the case within the first minute or so. What I ended up getting with "Trouble Is My Business" was a stylized, well thought out production, that captured the feel it was going for perfectly. This doesn't just look like it was based on the stylized concepts of the genre, it plays like the real thing. From the excellent use of cliche shadows, from blinds and fans - and whatever else could possibly make a great looking shadow, straight through to comedic yet believable dialog... believable for a film of this nature that is. Sayings like "being a flat tire" and dead-pan one liners, fill the sound space and brought a grin to my face. Generally speaking, Tom Konkle and Brittney Powell have penned an excellent script and Konkle himself, has done some excellent work directing it. It's all here for lovers of this type of movie and more to the point, it's all here even if you're not a genre fan.

Set within Konkle and Powell's version of a decade long gone, the props, costuming, and general back drops all scream to be noticed - yet are not the main, onscreen attraction here. The main attraction as it were, is the inevitable story we all know and love... done well and acted brilliantly. Sure. We may not know all the details of the story - and I'm certainly not going to share them, but the staples are in place and guaranteed. The down on his luck private dick. The mysterious dame... and in this case, her sister as well. The rivalry of a competing detective and of course, a slew of villainous characters that are either quirky enough to be sinister, or just down right bad. We all know the players and general greedy concepts, and I feel it's that familiar setting that makes this film work. As for the players on the stage ladies and germs? How did they do? Bluntly... the cast are no slouches. Hell, you may even recognize a few yourself... meaning that we do have some experience on-set. That's not really the point however, not the one I want to make. All the characters within "Trouble Is My Business" feel right at home onscreen, meaning that the actors must have felt at home as well. Lines were corny sounding when they needed to be. Witty when it worked for the scene, and everything you expect from a film of this nature.

Since this is a stylistic genre, I have no other way to describe the acting except to say it's exactly what you think it's going to be. Like the other production elements within the film, everything just seems to fit together nicely, creating a film that plays smooth as silk. Even the incredibly lengthy run-time of almost two hours - crazy for an indie low budget film - seems not all that long while you are watching. It's just one of those rare indie productions where everything managed to fall in place. I write that rather loosely, since the reality of things "falling into place" no doubt required a "lot" of hard work. To me, the viewer however, that magical feeling of everything just fitting together nicely, is a movie watchers blissful ignorance. I know, it's a lot of hard work that creates that feeling. A lot of hard work my eyes... and ears... are thankful for.

I don't know what's being put into the water lately, but I've had the pleasure of watching a "lot" of independent, lower budget productions, that have been simply splendid. What a great year it has been - and maybe a little scary of a year for the traditional studio model of movie making. "Trouble Is My Business" ranks quite high on my best of the best scale. Did I mention the names on this scale are pleasantly longer than the last few years, yet not quite considered numerous? Quickly changing is the stigma independent, micro films have always been associated with. Crappy. Horrible acting and production. Campy, corny and laughable. Konkle and Powell's title helps raise that bar a little higher, and reduce the stigma in the process. This was a film I am glad I got to see. If this write-up helps gets even one more set of eyes viewing, it was all worth it. Bottom line? This is a fun, visually interesting movie. Congrats to the cast and crew for a job well... well done.

[unreone]

Aren't You Glad to Have a Boyfriend Like Me?

PROMPT: SERIAL KILLER

Time Taken: 42 hrs 14 min (on/off)

Program Used: IBis Paint

Word Count: 4133

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

She beamed as I present to her my gift. An expensive perfume that she saw on a shop five days ago. She is squealing in delight at the second she recognize it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I can't believe that you manage to buy it~

How could I even return the favor?"

I laugh at how cute she is being right now. Little did she know, I did not even spend a single cent to get it. Wait...no I actually have. Just not mine.

"Don't worry, Giggles. To see your smile is enough for me to say it's worth it."

Nice, that's a smooth one Cuddles. My remark brought a blush on her angelic face. She then pulls me into a hug, something that I expected to get but could still appreciate.

"Aww, this is why I love you my fluffybuns. I'm so glad to have a boyfriend like you!"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I wanted to stay like this forever. However, a ring destroys the moment.

Both of us stop and look at each other. Withdrawing, she apologize and picks up her phone from her shoulder bag. I watch her expression change from bright to neutral and then grim.

"I know I understand...I will be there as soon as I can."

She ended the call.

"Something's wrong?"

She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted to stay a little bit longer but the call has given her a reason not to.

"I am so sorry Cuddles but I have to go. The nurses who are suppose to work right now got into an accident and Lumpy couldn't handle it all by himself at the hospital. I guess I need to start my shift early."

What a bummer. Her shift is supposed to begin five hours from now. Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool.

"Ah don't worry my love. I understand. Just call me when you need a backup."

"Oh Cuddles. The world will be a better place if critters are as understanding as you. See ya later then. I love you!"

She pecks me in my cheek and runs toward the location of a bus stop. I truly adore her. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout out my response.

"I love you more!"

She turns around and copies my volume.

"I love you more than anything!"

Oh Giggles, my love for you is so much that I'm willing to do anything for you...

I wave my hand at her as she runs away. I did not stop until she is out of my sight. I sighed and walks away. I guess I have to continue my mission early too.

Pushing the boulder away from a certain spot, I stoop to pull the hidden latch, opening the entry to a bunker.

Jumping down, I swiftly takes my bag full of supplies and a vacuum cleaner. I also wear the "job outfit" that I borrow from a certain friend that must not be named.

After climbing up the ladder carrying my props, I close the hatch and push the boulder back to its original place.

As I stroll towards the house of my next target, I found myself recounting the moments I accomplished my first goal. It was...exhilarating. The adrenaline I got is much more than the one I have while skydiving.

True, I felt remorse and a tiny bit of guilt after doing it but I'd be lying if I say I regret everything. In the end, watching how that pedobear mofo suffers from my own paws is satisfying, and that's all that matters.

Critters tends to underestimate me since I'm just a kid in their eyes. Yeah I admit that I'm immature most of the times, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing serious stuff. I watch enough movies and documentaries to say I know a thing or two with slaying rivals creatively.

It all starts with swaying the prey. Luring him is unsurprisingly not that hard. I just have to send him pictures and epic one liners on his inbox at that stupid dating app and boom! Charmed. He's willing to meet me at a specific, secluded place only me and him know. Never suspecting anything for a bit. He's like a really dumb fish who suddenly bites the bait despite a hook sticking through it!

As the fool arrived at my rented apartment room, he did not see the lover of the girl he always flirts with. Instead, he sees a purple female bunny wearing a cute outfit named Toodles who is infatuated with him. I let him in and offer snacks and tea, which he blindly accepts. As he eat, we talks just as the way we do in our chat.

I remember how he makes that disgusting face at me that he dubbed as his "fierce and flirty look" from time to time.

I am keeping myself from puking at the moment as he leans forward with that breath, asking me for a dance.

Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool. I did not become the best actor in drama club for nothing. I have to convince him that my character is so into him. So I did what I have to do in my script.

I pull him even closer, catching him off guard and making the pathetic asshole blush. This malicious pervert flipping blush! I can't even express my repulsion against this filthy degenerate.

"Maybe I would if you finish your tea~" I muttered in perfect, feminine tone.

Oh I just really smile as I saw that he finally ingested the damn fluid into his system. He, however, thinks it's because I fell in love with him. He drinks the whole cup in one go!

He was extending his hand out to me, about to say something, but found himself unable to do so. Or do anything else at all. His hand trembles before he collapses to the floor. I giggled as he flops like a fish. His mouth is gaping as he try so hard to breathe. He looks up at me with utter confusion in his eyes. Can't talk dirty now that you're paralyzed huh sicko?

"Nothing personal Disco. It's just that I heard that you're really messing around this town. You're pretty famous for being a headache for everyone. Now, let me tell you something. This is for harassing and killing every girl you encountered ~"

I grab the kettle and pour its boiling hot contents on his chest. Oh how euphoric it was to see him writhes in pain. The scent of his burnt flesh fills the room. I was grinning ear to ear as I watch in fascination how the tea spreads all over his fur.

"And this is for assaulting my brother's girlfriend, Giggles~"

I suddenly smashed the kettle on his crotch. He would be wailing in pain at the time if his throat isn't numb. All that came out in his mouth is pitiful gurgles as he pees on the floor. I move and stand besides his ugly face. My entire body is quivering in excitement and rage as I clutch on the shattered kettle tightly.

"And this is for killing her with a fucking kettle you ignorant pimp~"

And with that, I found myself bludgeoning the shittyhead over and over again with a kettle until he resembles a squashed tomato. I keep bashing on his shattered skull even after he stopped twitching. Finally, I stepped on his heart with my heels to satisfy my ears with that squelching flesh. Then, I went to the bathroom to shower the dye away. It takes me four hours to remove the fake color entirely off my fur. Of course, I did not leave without taking his wallet.

It's been three days since the incident and I haven't seen him around, which is a good sign. What I've done is super effective. I think after all that, he wouldn't bother Giggles anymore. Heck, I am confident enough to say that he wouldn't even dare to look at any girl ... hehehe ... look. Something that my next victim couldn't do. That makes everything easier.

I found myself on front of the house I seek. I casually walk towards the doorstep and press the doorbell.

Now I would have skip Mole over since the idiot mistaken Lumpy as Giggles on their blind date. That means, my motivation of killing him is not jealousy if that's what you're thinking. No. It's something deeper than that.

His obliviousness and idiocy is what ticks me off. He killed my precious girl by literally stealing her heart with a freaking stick. Then he just throws it in a filthy thrash bag like it was nothing. Oh how much I wanted to punch him square in the face when I see him pries the door open. But I didn't.

Sounding lanky and awkward, I announced my assumed identity.

"Randell of Happy Tree Cleaners, leaving your homes squeaky clean. Our company is very sorry since we couldn't send Petunia today. However, I am here to take her place. I hope you wouldn't mind, sir."

"Oh. Of course I wouldn't mind at all lad but I think you came pretty early."

Feigning confusion, I responded to him in a shameful tone (which I applaud myself for such a convincing performance).

"Oh I truly am sorry sir. I'm still new to the job and kinda not listening to my superior when she's passing the information over the phone..."

"Ah a newbie. No, don't worry at all. I actually admire you! Working so hard, always ready to face the task at hand as immediately as possible. You're also modest. You remind me of myself back in my younger days..."

Then a long time was wasted for his flashback that I could not see. I really hate delays but I'm not rushing so I let him do his thing.

"Oh silly me. What am I thinking letting you stand outside for so long! Come, enter my humble abode young one."

I thanked him as I went inside. The contents of my shoulder bag clatters against each other for every move I make.

As he leads me to the room he thought I'd bother to clean, I am appreciating the edginess of the vacuum's flexible hose that I'm holding. I am very proud to say I assembled it myself. I have tried it on cows and boy the precision of the cut was just fascinating. I left a clean hole through the chest of the dumb animal.

My eyes are locked on his back as he talks about taking pictures of a case that an evil mouse wanted or something like that. His keys are jiggling as he unlocked the door to his kitchen. He turns around to face me.

"-anyways, here we are in the kitchen, Early Randell. You may begin your "germ extermination," as Petunia put it."

"Oh, only she could do that sir. I have a different method and it's called "trash assassination."

"Really? Sorry to break it to you son, but I believe there's no such thing that's present in this room. There is just dust and dirty dishes."

"Excuse my language sir, but I could see one standing out in the middle of the room."

"Oh my, that must be the apple that I lost a while ago. Could you please take it out?"

"It's my pleasure to do so. After all..."

In a second, I thrusts the vacuum hose on his chest. It delights me how its end easily punctures through his clothes then his flesh. The idiot didn't react at first and only notice what I'm doing when I successfully take his heart out.

"The only thrash I see in this room is you. P.S. I know what you've done to Giggles. I'll come back if you repeat it again..."

He actually tries to escape but oh its just too late.

Resistance is futile after all, no matter how much you struggle old guy.

A few seconds pass before his body finally went limp. I smile as I let go of the vacuum hose.

Whistling the theme song of this town, I grab his filthy organ off of my vacuum. I take a moment to observe how it weakly pulses on my grasp. I find it fascinating that this thing is still beating despite its raptured state.

Then I pick the note I left from and continued whistling. I dump his heart into the thrash bag filled with decomposing materials and feces. If you're wondering where the heck it came from, its hidden inside the vacuum.

Of course I didn't want his heart to rot alone so I let his body join in. It's hilarious that his body would regenerate in there. Imagine respawning covered with shit.

I take out something out of my shoulder bag. Opening his fridge, I start lacing his food with cyanide. The medicines in his cupboard also get the same treatment. A sprinkle for this, a bunch on that and I'm done.

An hour was spent of taking care of the evidence. Cleaning is boring and tiresome but I have to do it. After disassembling the vacuum, disposing my outfit, sanitizing the floor and taking a bath, I went out of the house. I casually dump the garbages in the bin and then I take my leave. Two down, few more to go.

Up next is Flippy. He may seem to be an invincible rival but everyone have Achilles's heel – and I'm about to strike it. Wait, I'm not literally saying my target is the tendon at the back of his foot. The point is I know his weakness and its pathetic.

Currently, I am on my way to the psycho's location. My ears are flattened on the side of my head because of the hood of the black robe I'm wearing. My smiling skull mask is partially obscuring my sight. I am holding a blowgun disguised as a trumpet.

Anyway, for those who don't know what the flipping pants a blowgun is, it's a long narrow tube that shoots out an arrow or dart when someone breathes into it quickly and forcefully. Its content is not a dart though. It's peanuts.

Leaping few minutes forward, I am waiting at the entrance of an alleyway. My clothing blends well in the darkness. Flippy is visiting his psychotherapist and any minute now, he would leave the building and take the path in front of me.

Flippy... he is once my bro. He used to be the man I looked up on since he is serving the military from the age of 15. I thought he was cool but what he have done states he is far from that. We accepted him in our town and boy do I cursed the day that we did.

Turns out he gains an alter ego from the war who is a sadistic, bloodthirsty demon. Giggles and I have suffered hell from his paws. Now, it's payback time.

My thoughts were silenced by a voice whose source I'm too familiar with. As he walks into the desired spot, I blow the trumpet the hardest I possibly could. He screams, obviously surprised. Wasting no time, I push a certain button which allows air to pass through the blowgun. I watch a couple of peanuts shoots straight into his throat at bullet speed. All of this happened in just two seconds.

It seems that he didn't notice what just enter his mouth since he is busy catching up his breath. He looks stupid with his pupils dilated in fear. I toss the trumpet on the ground and run into the alleyway. He follows me, trying to match my speed. Amusingly, his body did not react instantly as I expected. Maybe it's because the number is fewer than the ones he ingested at the party.

"Darn it kid, why did you-"

It's not too long before he falls because of the tripwire I set up earlier. As I hear a dull thud, I turned around and smile.

He is groaning as his lips inflate. Multiple zits appeared on his face. His allergy reaction has rendered him immobile. I take out a knife from my shoulder bag, making sure he didn't see it.

His paws are trembling as he tried to stand. I am towering besides him when his limbs puffs up like a balloon.

"Something's wrong?"

Listening to his whimpers, I could tell how much he is suffering as his body painfully swells. I smirk as I kicked his ass hard, making him squeak in pain.

"You know you deserve it, Flip. If you can't handle the consequences, then you shouldn't have done these..."

As I said that last word, I throw photographs down for him to see. He knows he's to blame for all the mangled corpses in it. In the middle of it all is Giggles with a rose puncturing through her head.

I am overjoyed when I hear him cry. Oh the taste of victory is truly sweet. As time passes, he looks like a balloon animal more than anything. His arms give up since it couldn't support his weight anymore.

He mumbles something that resembles to an apology, which is empty since I've heard him say it countless times.

"You could only pay for your sins with death."

Desperate to live, he tries to drag himself forward, hoping he could move away from me. It's amusing that such an indestructible beast lives inside this wimp. We both know that those stubby fingers never help him in this situation in any way. It only makes him more pathetic.

I then dug my dull knife into his back and watch as his skin bursts. His body contorted as unimaginable pain washed over his body.

"What? You say you want more?"

I poked his shoulder with the tip of my blade and it explodes. The walls are painted by its disgusting contents. It's like I'm playing with a living bubble wrap.

"You like pain right? Don't you enjoy this? Huh? Huh!?"

I found myself caught in a frenzied mood of hacking and slashing. His body is constantly receiving new, multiple wounds. His ugly face is squeezed against the asphalt road. His head is twitching every time I plunge my weapon into his body.

For the final act, I hit the top of his head and zip his skull open, splitting his brain apart.

Panting heavily, I laugh. I've done it! I've defeated the unstoppable force. I stand to observe my work.

I turned around and meet the eyes of a preschooler dropping his lollipop. I could tell that he was about to take my trumpet when he saw something in the darkness moves. I guess my robe is really black. Imagine a floating skull smiling down at you.

He backs away as he saw the blood dripping from my gloves. I wave hi to him and he runs away. Yep, I just scarred a child's life forever. I have a pretty good feeling that he's gonna have nightmares about a skeleton and a trumpet tonight.

Welp, time to dispose this body. Good thing there's an incinerator conveniently placed at the end of this passage.

Dragging Flippy by his foot, I hum the coffin meme tune to myself. He's not that heavy anymore since chunks of his flesh pops like a bubble earlier. Scrapes form on his skin as I pull him.

With a heave and a ho, to the furnace he go. Don't forget the knife and the costume~

I just finished disposing my stuffs when my phone plays that special ringtone. Picking it up from the shoulder bag, I greet my precious Red Ribbon.

"Heya Giggles~ How are you?"

My expression shifts from bright to grim when I hear her weakly whispers that one word.

"Help…"

This was followed by a thunderous crash and a white noise. My heart sank deep into my guts. Running out, I only have one thing in mind – save her before it's too late.

I'm not really paying attention so I collided with someone riding a bike. As my butt hits the ground, I groan.

"Gah! What are you thinking running into me like that- Cuddles?"

Looking up, it's my best friend, Toothy. As he help me stand up, I quickly steal his ride.

"What in the-"

"Sorry Toots! Emergency, I'll return it later."

Huffing and puffing, I pedal like my life depends on it. Cars are beeping as I zoom by them. I've taken sharp turns and gave heart attacks to crossing pedestrians. I didn't even bother to stop when the traffic light is red. The only thing I care about right now is to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

Smoke is rising from the horizon. It didn't take long before the building came into my view. My heart skips a beat as I see its remnants. My blood runs cold as a thought of her crushed body appears in my head.

I am preventing the tears that is burning my eyes to fall. I hop off the bicycle and run closer. I keep telling myself that I'm not yet late.

Broken glasses are scattered around. Shattered walls are laying against each other. I found an opening and force myself to fit through it. As I successfully did, I start searching for any sign of her.

I am frantically shaking the doorknobs when I heard her voice screaming for help. It sounds faint, which means she's far from were I'm at, but at least I know her direction.

I crawl under a fallen pillar then run to a door I haven't check. As I press my head against it, I hear her whimpering. I started to charge myself against it, my new attempts stronger than the last one.

Hang in there, Giggles...

Out of nowhere, something crash which makes the earth trembles. I press my ears against the door again. She's not making any sound anymore.

This prompts me to try harder. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I imagined the worst possible scenario. The door slammed open with the force I've applied. I can't help but stumble forward a little bit after that. There she was, six feet from where I am. I could not believe my eyes for what I'm currently seeing.

The Golden Idol is laying on the floor, crushed into dust. The crying face of my love is kissing the guy I assume is responsible for the damage of the cursed figure. A sun ray, originating from a huge hole at the ceiling, illuminates the spot where the two are standing. Her hands are around his shoulder. Giggles withdraw and mouthed the words "Thank You" to Splendid.

My whole body is trembling in rage. When did we kissed like that? Oh right! When we're fucking dead. I clutch something from my shoulder bag. I coughed loudly, announcing my presence.

The two turn to my direction. She gasp. She's saying words but I could not understand them. A plain smile is painted on my face as I quickly walks towards them. I brush pass the girl who turns me crazy in love.

Splendid chuckles and spreads his arms, expecting a hug. That's exactly what I give him...with an extra stab on his chest with my kryptonut dagger.

He's lucky because I'm not gonna do what I have in mind for him. He kneels and screams as his body quickly degrades. I snap to Giggles with a huge smile on my face...

The grasses sway with the wind. The view of the sunset in this spot is truly romantic. I sigh as I look into her eyes.

"I'm so glad that you could understand me, Giggles. I've only done all of that because of you. Now, nobody would ever bother you and we can stay like this forever~"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I adore her cute face.

"I know you didn't expect me to forgive you after what you've done. That's just how much I love you. I will do anything and everything just to make you smile."

I touch the spot at the end of her lips and help her to smile. After all, she couldn't done that all by herself in this state. I smiled as I remember what she said to me this morning.

"Aren't you glad to have a boyfriend like me?"

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Since I turned Cuddles into a killer, does this story counts as a creepypasta?

Writing this is a doozy so I hope you like it the same way that I make it. Write your thoughts down the comments!