#ila- what pretty boys can i look at now :((((

[shadowlilom]

Purple and White, Black and Blue

Content: Izana Kurokawa x fem! Oc (it can be a reader too btw)

Warnings: Age gap, probably manipulation (in the future will have for sure), Use of alcohol, confusing friends (teenage girls, just that could be an warning fr), Deceiving parents and if i lost something, please forgive me! Separator is from: @v6que ♡

"Are you sure? My parents will be mad at me if we go to that party tonight!" Ilabel says, clearly worried, to her friends, but Nadia response "Nahhhh, don't be a loser! It's justa little party!! We'll meet boys, drink something, dance and that's all!!!" She says moving from her chair, the schools classrooms without no one were really good to 'secret meetings' (It wasn't actually secret, the janitor knew they were there, but he never cared) "Ila, its our chance to be known by the pretty boys! Ugh, you're so into your stupid studies that you can’t have some fun? Why you're always so boring?" This time, Ghako spoke, and Nadia just nod in agree.

Afraid by the possibility of being alone again, Ilabel says quickly "Alright!! Let's go the party and rock it all! Haha!" The other two girls cheers up, but Ilabel just sighed. Nadia smiles, and says looking to both of them "Sooo, bicthes, the plan is that you two will say to your parents that we'll have a slumber party at my house. Buutt, we know what will actually happen. You two can get dressed properly at my house, so your parents will not doubt about the 'slumber party', got it?" Ghako chuckled loudly "It's a good plan, when did you got so clever huh? To math you aren't like that, you whore"

>Time skipe bc yes :}<

Girls dressing up is a funny thing to see, always trying to make each other beautiful, but not prettier than themselves.

"Bestie, that dress is horrible, try this one, it will look amazing!" Nadia says, as she finish her make up, and Ghako holds Ilabel's arm "Wait wait wait, let me do your make up first, im thinking about blue, because of the dress ya' know?" Ilabel just nod with a smile. After a few minutes, all of the girls are ready to the party, "Gurl, we are amazing, i have sure that all boys in that stupid party will be looking at us" Ghako says smiling and fixing her hair, and Ilabel appears in the room, using a blue dress not too tight to the body, more fluffy, like a cake "Oooh, that looks good on you, are you ready?" Nadia says looking to Ilabel, who just nodded in agreement.

The uber arrived quickly, and the drive was normal, Ilabel noticed that they were going not too really far from the city, so she got more comfortable abour being in that party. Ilabel didn't knew much things about parties, she never cared about going to many parties, till she met Ghako and Nadia. Sometimes she thinks that Nadia and Ghako are in a world totally different from her, they always stayed with someone, both of them couldn't stay too much time alone. But Ilabel not even had one boyfriend, Jesus, she never even kissed anyone! But, even though they are from different words, they are her friends, and shes grateful for that, being alone is terrifying. "Ooooh!! We are here!!!! Let's goooo!!!!" Ilabel thoughts were interrupted by Nadia screams, and the three of them left the uber and went to the door of the club. They gave their names and they entered, the normal process, Ghako said. And Ilabel was shocked, it was crowded, many different drunk people in the same place. "Im gonna get some drinks for us, kay'?" Ghako said, but Nadia and Ilabel knew it was a lie, she just wanted to go to see the boys (and probably the bartender too) and flett with them. "Fine, fine, im going to the dace floor, see you guys later" Nadia said turning around, but before she could've even walk, Ilabel holds her arm "W-wait! Where im going to stay? I-i don't want to be alone in that place.." Nadia sighed, annoyed, but she saw some sofas in the corner of the club, and she said to Ilabel, faking a smile "Go wait for us in there, there are people there, don't worry. Now, bye, Ilabel" The last prhase was rudely said, and Ilabel just accepted and went to sit in the sofas, waiting for the time they would leave that place, in silence.

--

"What a pretty thing like you are doing here all alone, huh doll?" A voice could be heard, from another sofa, Ilabel didn't noticed that he was there. A man of white hair, kinda curled, a beautiful tan skin and..oh..what beautiful purple eyes that he has.. It was a shame that his hair covered a good part of his face, but you could noticed that he had earings, it was a hanafuda or something? "Doll? Can you hear me?" And, once again, you're bring to the reality by his hypnotic voice "Y-yeah..im sorry" He just smiles in return "I asked you something, didn't i?" Ilabel rubs the back of her head, embarrassed "Oh..yes im sorry. Im not alone, actually..i came with my friends" "I don't see those 'friends' of yours" Ilabel look to her hands, flustered "Y-yeah..um, they're having fun..im just not into it.." He looks directly to her face, she could feel his eyes burning her forehead "If you don't like it, why are you here?" "To please them..thats what friends do" She looks to his face too, and he just chuckled after a few minutes "If you say so. Anyway, where are my manners at? Im Izana, Kurokawa Izana, and you doll?" "Oh-! Im Ilabel, Kaiser Ilabel" Ilabel offers her hand to Izana, who doesn't return the handshake, so she quickly takes her hand away.

"How old are you, Ilabel?" She glups, if she tell him the truth, he will say to the managers? If she and her friends get expel, they would blame her forever.. "If i tell you the truth...you'll not expose me?" Izana just smiles, and said "Of course not, i want to talk to you, doll" Ilabel breath deeply, "I'm 16..." Izana laughed "Phew...you're just a baby!" "Thank you?..." Izana laughed once again, and said calming "Like, im 28, its literally 12 years apart" Ilabel looks away, embarrassed as always.

"Want something to drink, doll?" Izana asked, calling a waitress "No, thank you, im a minnor, i can't drink" Izana chuckled "Oooh, how polite, even being so young" Izana delivered his drink, tasted a little and placed the cup in the table infront of him

"But, you seem to be really interesting, mature..Do you know who i am?" Ilabel deny with her head "Hm..good, now, what about i give to you my number huh? Would you text me, doll?" He looks at her eyes, deeply "I-i suppose so.." Izana smiles widely "Good girl, give me a moment please, so i can write my number to you" So she waits, like nothing was happening in the background, like only existed them two, like he was the only man in the world, like- "I really liked to see you in blue, blue is your color, doll" Ilabel blushed with his suddent coment "Thank you...you also look really good in that black jacked" and then Izana gave to her the paper "Now, to please you a little, I'll pay an Uber for you, so you can go back to your house, how does that sound?" Ilabel was shocked "Really?..Thank you, but my friends-" Izana interrupted her once more "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, now, tell me, where do you live?" Ilabel thinks that she doesn't have another choice, and shes going to her friends house anyway, and Izana seemed trustworthy. Just seemed trustworthy.

--

"Once again, thank you so much, Sir Kurokawa!" Ilabel said, before entering in the uber. Her friends, Ghako and Nadia, were in the backseat, completely drunk "It's nothing at all, when you arrive at your friend's home, text me, okay?" Ilabel nodded "Thank you once again! Goodbye, Sir Kurokawa!" Ilabel said entering in the uber, "Good night doll, I'll always watch over you, always"

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Final notes: Hiii guys!!! Its me again! Im posting another thing, and i really hope you guys like it! And once again, if there's any mistake, please forgive me, my first language isn't English. Anywayyy, have a great day and bye bye!! ��(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

#izana x reader #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

[butterflydm]

wot rewatch: 1x1 - leavetaking

Rewatching as prep for season two! These are going to be pretty spoiler-heavy for the books (will note how far) and kinda live-bloggy - I'm briefly pausing to note down thoughts but won't be writing out entire paragraphs. Just little notes as I go on.

Spoilers for the entire first season and some s2 spoilers plus through maybe The Dragon Reborn in the books. Maybe only The Great Hunt.

1. Fascinating how Liandrin's perspective on men and the One Power is the reverse of the truth. It's not men who make the Power filthy but the Power that makes men go wrong (because of the taint). I do think she genuinely believes what she's saying here though.

2. We get a lot of info from Moiraine and Lan here: we know there's an active prophecy, we know that the Dragon can channel, we know they should be 20 years old. We also see Moiraine's doubts and her wishful thinking both at play: she doubts/tests various parts of the prophecy but does not let herself believe he was gentled before he could ever be found.

3. The rumors in/out of the Two Rivers are interesting to think about - it sounds like the idea of ta'veren must be fairly widely known -- given that we know in TGH that at least one of Moiraine's eyes-and-ears is Tuatha'an, I wonder if the group of Tuatha'an near the Two Rivers that Egwene & Perrin run into (with Ila & Aram) is also the group that has Moiraine's spy, in the show canon. EDIT: we know from TDR about her spy, not TGH, lol

4. I am So Interested in whether or not s2 will get into the emotional details of Egwene not braiding her hair anymore.

5. It kinda feels like the show went more hardcore egalitarian for the Two Rivers than the books did -- we never hear anything about the mayor or village council and the women's circle is a rite of passage for womanhood as opposed to being a governing body.

6. Wolves! ❤

7. Some people apparently took Rand calling past-him a sap as him being... a Chad now? Very strange. He's obviously not being serious (and he brings Egwene a berry in this very episode).

8. The scene with the three boys is so good for establishing them as friends but also showing Mat is not supernaturally lucky here, and we see Rand and Perrin's concern and affection.

9. Enter our Mysterious Wanderers. It's a great dramatic entrance for our very Dramatic pair. Moiraine taking a good look around trying to clock all the twenty year olds.

10. So we get introduced to all the celebration and joy first... and then after Moiraine's intro, we get into the various emotional turmoils each of our younger cast are facing:

a. Perrin's marriage is somewhat troubled.

b. Mat's parents have created a troubled family life for him and his two sisters and he is basically the one raising his sisters even while having to deal with his drunk mom telling him he's a terrible person.

c. Rand and Egwene's relationship breaks up as they realize for the first time that they have grown into having incompatible life goals (a problem that will not go away even after their individual situations completely change).

Despite the idyllic scenery, the emotional undercurrents in the village are complex.

11. First we have Moiraine specifying that they need two beds and then we get the lovely non-sexual bath scene with Lan and Moiraine. I love how much we get to see Moiraine & Lan being platonic companions.

12. I like that Egwene and Rand truly care deeply about each other but that doesn't make their lives compatible.

13. Love how we go from the whistling background sound over the Fade to Fain actually whistling.

14. The next morning, we get Mat pawning the stolen bracelet -- this helps sets up why he steals the dagger later; Mat has an incentive to need money that isn't about being greedy. But then we also see in the later scene that his friends very much want to help him. And Mat shows deep emotional intelligence and concern with Rand as well.

15. Nynaeve gets knocked out as a Dragon candidate right away, due to being too old to be the prophecy baby. Sadly, in the process of figuring that out, Moiraine burns a bridge with Nynaeve (who already wasn't inclined to trust her).

16. The Wisdom cleaning the sacred pool fits very well with Nynaeve becoming a "servant of all" aka Aes Sedai (just like Egwene surrendering to the river is a mirror of surrendering to saidar). But also the Wisdom is really the only 'leader' that we get introduced to in the Two Rivers in the show.

17. I am very curious about if the issue of the Old Wisdom comes up again when Nynaeve is in the White Tower. Nynaeve does seem aware here that Listening To The Wind is connected to the One Power.

18. Again, I love how the Rand, Mat, Perrin friendship feels substantial here and not just because they're all the same age so they hang around together.

19. Love getting the themes here of rebirth and how the reincarnation aspect of the lore feels present in people's everyday lives.

20. Nynaeve being separate from all the other villagers so they can't see her pain. My heart!

21. Now that we've set up Life As It Is, it's time to break it so that the main story can start. Lan brings the news about the Fade & Trollocs and Moiraine confirms that she doesn't know which of the four kiddos is The One (a good thing, as it turns out).

22. Some good character work during the fight:

a. Nynaeve trying to protect and heal her people.

b. Fain just sauntering off without a care.

c. Mat going back into danger to save his sisters.

d. Perrin doing something to make him terrified of the violence inside hinsrlf.

e. We see that there's more to Rand's dad than meets the eye.

f. Rand defeats the Trolloc but at a cost (his dad getting horribly injured).

g. Egwene & Nynaeve both willing to fight back, even when they just have belt knives.

h. Once Moiraine and Lan are able to turn the fight (and we get some lovely choreography of then working as a team and seeing how Warders aid their Aes Sedai), the villagers take heart and really together against the Shadowspawn.

23. Overall just a good job showing how traumatic an attack like this would be.

24. Anyway, it felt clear to me that part of the reason our kiddos don't argue much with Moiraine after the battle is because they're all pretty shocked and traumatized. None of them have ever experienced anything like this!

25. I hope the implied flashback for Moiraine & Siuan in s2 has us getting the prophecy onscreen but it was still cool to hear Moiraine telling them about it here.

26. There's a great shot here of Moiraine facing Egwene and Rand and we see all three of them in shades of blue. Meanwhile, when we swap to Perrin and Mat, Mat has a tiny stripe of blue but the two of them are more earth-tones. Channelers vs non-channelers? Rand puts on an earth-tone coat as they leave - because he's going to be in denial?

27. Right now, Moiraine is saying they need to get to the protection of the White Tower (meaning Siuan and her attempts to ready the Tower). And that's a wrap on episode one!

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot rewatch #wot book spoilers #wot s2 spoilers mentioned briefly #the great hunt #maybe the dragon reborn

[matthewkniesys]

15 from angsty prompts! With the boy of your choice <3

Juraj it is (for @lam-ila (she requested juraj) and thank you @hischs-hoes for the idea cause I was really struggling lmao)

15. “Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.” (this isn't angsty...well not in the way you'd expect)

Your glasses had always been you biggest insecurity. Kids used to tease you for them when you were in elementary school so who could blame you. When you are alone is the only time you ever wear your glasses, like right now. Currently you were sitting in your dorm room working on an essay.

Someone knocks on the door of your dorm and you quickly take off your glasses setting them down on your bedside table and walk to the door. When you open it you see your best friend and the boy you had been hopelessly in love with for the last 3 years, Juraj, standing on the other side.

"Hey?" You say as more of a question than a statment.

"Let's do something" exclaims Juraj.

"I can't I've gotta study."

"No, please just a 1 hour break" you can see the pleading in his eyes "or at least let me come in and help"

You could never say no to those puppy dog eyes "fine you can come help as long as you aren't being a pest, deal?"

"Deal." You shake hands and invite him in. He walk slightly in front of you and when he sees your bed he stops in his tracks.

"What?" You ask, genuinely very confused.

"I've known you for 5 years and you never once told me you wear glasses... I feel betrayed." You can tell by Juraj's tone of voice that he's joking but you feel sick. Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks. What if he thought your glasses were hideous? What if he made fun of you like everyone else did? You couldn't handle that from Juraj, but in a way you knew you were being stupid because deep down you know he would never.

He walks over to your bed and grabs them. He starts to inspect them. You go over and try to grab them. He holds them above his head. Obviously there is no way you can reach them since Juraj is practically a giraffe.

"Give them back." You whine.

"Tell me why you didn't tell me about them." He shoots back.

"No."

Soon you start chasing each other around the room. You end up falling back on your bed. Juraj still has your glasses.

"Now, will you please tell me why, y/n?"

The tears that had been threatening the whole time all of a sudden begin gushing down your face.

"Hey,hey,hey what's wrong?" Juraj asks extending his hand with the glasses in it to you. You grab your glasses with a shaky hand and shove them on you face because as much as you don't want him to see you in them, you are half blind right now because you weren't wearing contacts and hadn't been the whole time.

"It's just- I just" you're trying your hardest to get the words out but you just cant. Juraj comes and sits on the bed. He grabs your hands and starts rubbing small circles on your back.

"You can talk to me about anything you know. I'm always gonna be here for you." He says quietly.

"When I was younger i always used to get teased about my glasses. Because of that they became a huge insecurity for me. I hate wearing them and I only do when it's just me." You take a deep breath. It felt nice to finally get that off your chest.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I didn't know."

"Don't look at me like you’re sorry. You're it's not sorry" you laugh "but all jokes aside its okay, how could you."

"For the record I think you look really pretty with your glasses. I actually think you look really pretty no matter what" you can feel your cheeks heat up after Juraj says this.

"Really?" You ask.

"Of course"

#juraj slafkovsky #Juraj slafkovsky blurb #claire tries writing <3 #prompt week #thanks for sending! #claire's anons

[gustokolangnamanmagranteh]

#gustokolangnamanmagranteh

today, excited si ems kay klase nasad makita nanamn ang mga crushie, shews , kami nag lead sa flag ceremony ug sa sayaw sayaw, daeeww grabing inita intawon kaganiha, gakapaso namis kainit ddtos atubangan tas tapad nakos maam gretchen gasayaw

nakita nako akong duha ka crushie daeewww, they're just both near to me like maygaaaad cassieee, pero wlaa kaau si ems gikilig bay

samtang padulong ko gadagana kang trisha the super pretty gurl, gikan mi cr ni gabgab, natapilok ko huhuhu tangenaaaaaa sakit kaau, naglisod kog lakaw pauli sa room, gitawag na pajud ming kuya mike kay mag checking nadaw mis applied economics na gi remedial daw kuno, waman ko ato na time pag take kami duhang gab kay nakatulog BWHAHAHAHAHA, so kay waman mi labot gipalayas mi ni sir sa amooong room kay mag take sa second floor, sheeet sakit kaau akong tiil, samtang ga answer mi sig ngulngul

nag chicka nasad dy ming gizel todiiii, i honestly like her ay, i like it when she's touchy to me chaaaaar, maybe i have a lil crush on her, like duuuuude she's so hot kaya, imagine a hot girl being so close to you, i feel like I'm her bf lmao,

she knows whose my crush na dy, pero dugay nato ay, like hapit na mag one year ( still can't believe it bay ) , she saw my post the other day dy na nag comment akong crushie ( basta ) huieeee ( my reply to that comment was still on my mins til now huhu ) ( he commented "love" , and i replied "cute kayka ay, crush tika sauna tbh ) like daeeeeeee wth he's still my crush til now but to scared pajud mag konfis tiiiih, ana si gizel na lami daw mag comment na "sauna ra dy?", she always notice me na dy na my actions always changed when he's around ( always meet him at the canteen, pero i always avoid looking at him so he and people won't notice and that i still had a crush on this fem boy), i felt comfy talking to gizel ay so i admitted that i still had feelings for him hays, and also i told her my new crush

gipa answer mi ni ma'am sa part 2 sa among fabm2 huhu, sayon ra siya pero naa koy mga mali², gawas sa ga ngulngul pag ayo akong tiil ga lutaw pa akong brain kay mga 1am na natulog, ang ending 81/149 bato ( not sure sa over haha ), pero okay nato akong score oy

naabtan mig gabei na daeew, kami nalang bilin sa school na section, hapit na 6pm, pagpanggawas namo kay ngitngit na kaau, ana silang gabgab ug nicolai na mag sakay daw silas motor ni trisha, gibyaaan ko ni daeee na nagtakianga, warapud ko, gina alalayan kong gizel, gipasakay dayun ko nila kang wang yu, gihatud dayun ko niyag balay, nakita dayun namo silang gabgab sa sugar cafe na nalabyan namo, anas wang yu kung gusto ba daw ko mohunong, ana ko dina, kay rag nalain nako, pag abot sa balay nagpahilot dayun kong mama, nag shagita gud kog ayo bay, kay hastang sakita man

samtang ga tan aw kog bl sakong phone, nagkalit chat si gabgab if nasuko ba daw kos ila, akong gi dnd kay nalain ko bay, focus ko tan aw bl pero taod2 mi reply ko, ana ko na nalain lang ko kay ila kong gibiyaan ganiha, then she said sorry again and again and she explained na ginalingaw² lang nilas trisha kay problemado kaau, then i got guilty bay, then i understand namn then that heavy feeling na akong nabatian kay nawala ra

I've been realizing this for a while, that kung nalain kas action sa someone na you're close to, you have to tell them what you really feel and ask why they did that, if you'll ask, they'll explain man sad then you will understand the situation and they will also realized their mistakes sa imo then they'll gonna apologize for what they did and then in that way you'll feel better dayun di parehas anang mag sige ra dayun kag overthink , and in that way you'll still can keep your good relationship with them.

[dog-girl-zezora]

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#personal #zeth- Are you feeling any better? #jade- Yeah my body isnt rejecting humanity anymore #zeth- Thats a good thing. #zeth- One of my fave boys is gone *swish* #jade- i knoooow it was so sad :( im so sad abt it #zeth- And now Sougo is going away #ila- what pretty boys can i look at now :(((( #zeth- thats what Im Saying. #jade- Gin? #ila- ... #zeth n ila- no #jade- i like gin #jade- stoopid broody funny man #ila- gasp.... you fucking WOULD #jade- i dunno i bet hes gonna be insufferably broody too #jade- ooo how about katsura #ila- idiot boy... fucking moron.... #ila- hes pretty :) okay you got me #jade- And zeth... shoyou is all your thinking about you lit cant hide that. #zeth- Shut it. #Zeth- I wanna Strangle that one. #jade- awh youre a good boy. #zeth- ... #zeth- ... Hmph #jade- nyways work tomorrow. time for bed

[mellointheory]

Lemonblr x Reader

this is a lemonblr x y/n fic that i wrote for SOME reason. featuring @nocturnaljunipers @ilajue @simplydm @empiressmp and @ceykore warning for blood and sacrifice o_o

I woke up in the morning and rolled out of bed. I looked in the mirror. I never wear makeup because I’m too shy, but my friends always say I look like I’m wearing makeup all the time. I don’t believe them, they just call me pretty and the most beautiful girl in school to make fun of me. I have curly brown hair that I pulled back in a ponytail. I put on my white vans, ripped jeans, a Lemonblr tshirt, and an oversized sweater to hide my huge boobs. I’m insecure about them, even though all the boys in school think they make me look sexy. I have e/c eyes.

“Y/N!” My mom shouts and I run downstairs.

“Hi, Mom!” I say shyly. I love my mom but she drinks all the time and she threatens to sell me. It’s okay, I can fix her.

“I sold you to Lemonblr.” My mom smokes a cigarette and then drinks two beers. “They are coming to pick you up.”

“You sold me??” I’m so surprised and shocked. Lemonblr...my favorite band of bloggers. Will they come in the Juniper Van? What if they don’t like me? I’m their slave now??

“Hey, y/n!” A voice shouts from the door. It’s Mello, the tallest member of Lemonblr. It is wearing all black and eye shadow. He is frowning, but when he sees my face all of a sudden he goes quiet.

“Mello, hurry up,” another voice snaps. It’s Ila, the pink-haired bombastic Hartman Hater of the group. I’m so surprised to see him that I can barely speak.

“Y/n, it’s time to go.” Ila walks into the kitchen and grabs my arm. She picks me up and throws me over her shoulder, carrying me to the van.

“Is this y/n?” The wildly sexy driver asks. They are sitting in a booster seat, leaning sexily against the steering wheel of the van. They are well known to be the shortest member of Lemonblr...

“OMG, it is!” DM says very kindly from the backseat of the van.

“It’s you…” I say nervously. “The grandmother…”

DM laughs. “I’ll be your grandmother any day, y/n.”

I blush.

“HURRY UPPPPPPPPPP!” A very Australian voice yells. It’s Ender...my favorite member of Lemonblr.

“We have her now.” Mello enters the van. “Time for the sacrifice.”

Ila pulls out a knife and I blush even redder.

“Spill her blood, call for the ancient ones,” Cey intones.

“Help!” I yell. Juniper hits a button and the van doors close.

“It is time,” they all chant. Someone grabs my hair and yanks me back.

“It is time,” they chant. There are hands on my wrists and ankles. I can’t move.

“It is time,” they chant. The knife in Cey’s hand draws closer.

It strikes. Blood spills from my throat, cascading wetly down my chest. I cough, vision fading.

“Come forth,” Lemonblr shouts in unison. “Come forth.”

“God of gods, demon of the depths, monster untold. We summon thee.”

“The Milkman.”

#mello writes #tw violence #tw sacrifice

[marvelmusing]

Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 3

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

“Here we go.” You whisper, looking between Mobius and Loki, then up at Mount Vesuvius.

“Shh, any minute now.” Mobius adds.

“Until this entire town is wiped off the face of this planet. Imagine. All that volcanic ash-“ Loki starts.

“I know. We don't want to get too giddy.”

“Oh, come on! It's cool.”

“No, it is cool, but it's just not in good taste because...”

“They're all gonna die anyway.”

“I know. Now listen, I'm gonna watch the TemPad for any variance energy.” He says, pulling the device out from his pocket.

“Okay.”

“Okay, because we gotta be careful.”

“If you're wrong, and there's a good chance you are, anything we do can create a huge branch.”

“Oh, Mobius! You make even the end of the world sound boring.” Loki complains.

“Listen! Okay, we're not meant to be here.”

“And we don’t need Minutemen rushing here to arrest and delete us, okay?” You tell him. He nods,

“Okay.”

“Anything we do can impact the course of history. Do you get that?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“So we're gonna start with very small disturbances. Very small. Can you make bird noises?” You both frown at Mobius.

“Bird noises?”

“Yeah. Bird noises. Like some, like whooshing noises?” He begins to imitate a bird call. You roll your eyes,

“Moby? I was on the side of caution. But we’re going to need more than that.” Mobius continues his bird impressions to the disdain of Loki who groans and runs off.

“Loki!” You hiss. He doesn’t go far, standing on a nearby cart and proclaiming to the people of Pompeii that they are all going to die. On a positive note you’ve come up with a new scale to rate nexus events: starting with bird noises and ending with prophesying the future. Loki then decides to release a hoard of goats. Fantastic. Loki halts his Latin monologue to look over at you and Mobius for a fact check,

“We are from the future, right? What is the TVA? I mean, it's from the future. It sounds from the future. It's pretty futurey.” You’re about to answer him when you realise you don’t actually know. You’d always assumed the TVA just existed outside of time. Though you’re not sure how that would work. You’re about to ask Mobius when the volcano erupts. Loki then proceeds to have what looks like an existential crisis. “Nothing matters! Nothing has any consequence! Dance while you still can!” You lean over Mobius’s shoulder.

“How’s it going?” You ask, nodding towards his TemPad.

“I don't believe it. Zero variance energy. No branching in the timeline.” He tells you. Overhearing what Mobius says, Loki approaches you,

“The TVA would never even know we were here. If it were me, this is where I would hide.” A colossal cloud of ash rolls down the hillside, quickly approaching the three of you.

“Erm, Loki, bud?” You say, concerned that he hasn’t noticed. You point over his shoulder, “You got a little something-“

On your return to the TVA, the three of you head to the archives, searching for all naturally occurring disasters. Turns out there’s a lot of them. Mobius hands you a pile of events from before you existed, which you appreciated. Whilst you were curious about what happened to the world after you left it, you’re not too eager to see the long list of apocalypses. After what feels like hours of searching the three of you decide to take a break.

You and Loki are sat in one of the TVA cafeterias, waiting for Mobius to return with some food. Two hunters pass by your table, and you keep your gaze on the papers in front of you.

“Why do they look at us like that?” Loki asks suddenly. You look up at him.

“Like what?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed. You and Mobius don’t get the looks that you and I get.” He observes. You sigh,

“That’s because when it’s me and you, they see two Variants possibly plotting to overthrow the TVA.” That shocks Loki.

“You’re a Variant.” He states, and you nod,

“I was set to be deleted, until Mobius stepped in and saved me.”

“You must be very grateful to him.”

“I am.”

“So you believe in the all powerful lizards which dictate the existence of trillions of people?” You smirk, looking down at the papers in your hand.

“I didn’t say that.” You glance up at him, recognising the look on his face immediately. He was scheming. “Look Loki, I may not be a hundred percent loyal to the TVA, but I am to Mobius.”

“Mobius, who is a part of the TVA, who you don’t fully trust. How can you know he has your best interests at heart?”

“I don’t. I’m just hoping, that he does.” Mobius soon joins the two of you. After a brief discussion about jet skis the conversation quickly turns far too philosophical for your poor ‘I’ve just read about a million case files’ brain.

“I don't get hung up on believe or not believe. I just accept what is.” Mobius says with a sigh. Loki looks at him incredulously.

“Three magic space lizards?” Mobius nods,

“Time-Keepers.”

“Created the TVA, and everyone in it?” Mobius nods again. “Including you?”

“Including me.”

“But not me.” You add. Loki laughs softly,

“Every time I start to admire your intelligence, you say something like that.”

“Okay, who created you, Loki?” Mobius asks.

“A Frost Giant of Jo

“And who raised you?”

Odin of Asgard.

Odin, God of the Heavens. Asgard, mystical realm, beyond the stars. Frost Giants. Listen to yourself...

It's not the same. It's completely different. No. It's not the same.

It's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose. Cause the TVA is my life. And it's real because I believe it's real. “Fair enough. You believe it's real.”

“Yeah.”

“So everything is written. Past, present, future. There's no such thing as free will.”

“Well, I mean, you know, it's an oversimplification...”

“But practically, yes.” You say, not wanting to hear the in-depth workings of the timeline.

“So, in fact, in a way, us three here at the TVA, we're the only ones who are actually free.”

“Where are you going with this, Loki?”

“How does it all end?”

“That's a work in progress.”

“Those lazy Time-Keepers. What are they waiting for?”

“Au contraire. Because while we protect what came before, they're toiling away in their chamber, untangling the epilogue from its infinite branches.”

“So when they're finished, what happens then?”

“So are we. No more nexus events. Just order. And we meet in peace at the end of time. Nice, right?”

“Do we get to live in peace or do we just disappear because we aren’t needed anymore?” You ask, suddenly concerned that he mentioned the end of time. Loki continues his own questions,

“Only order?” Mobius hums in response. “No chaos? It sounds boring.”

“I'm sure it does to you.” Loki suddenly changes the subject,

“You called me a scared little boy.”

“I called you a lotta things.”

“You did. You're wrong, though. You see, I know something children don't.”

“What's that?”

“That no one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.” Well that was deep. Mobius looks down at the table in front of him.

“Scared little boy.” He repeats.

“Yes, it was quite patronizing. I thought it was a bit too far, actually.” Loki admits. Mobius looks up, an idea dawning on his face.

“You're very clever.” He tells Loki as he stands up.

“I know.” Loki makes a ‘well obviously’ face as you stand and follow Mobius as he makes his way to the archive.

“The Variant left something behind at an old crime scene. A cathedral. A candy box. An obvious anachronism. I gave it to Analysis, but they couldn't find anything real.”

“Why does that matter?” Loki asks. Mobius unlocks a box on a nearby shelf, before opening it up.

“Cause now we have two variables. Apocalyptic natural disasters and... Kablooie.” He pulls out the candy box.

“What's that?”

“Candy. Do you have candy on Asgard?”

“Yeah. Grapes, nuts.”

“No wonder you're so bitter.”

“There’s a massive vending machine near Renslayer’s office. One time, I’ll buy you one of everything.” You tell Loki as the two of you sit down at your desk. Mobius returns with a huge stack of files.

“Okay. Kablooie was only sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2051. All ya gotta do is cross-reference that with every apocalyptic event.” The three of you sit, sorting through the files for sometime. Mobius looks up at you,

“Anything?”

“Well, it's not the climate disaster of 2048.” You tell him, flicking the page over.

“Or the tsunami of 2051.” Loki adds.

“Let's go. Let's go. Come on.”

“2050. The extinction of the swallow. Is that a thing?”

“We killed off the swallows?” You stare at Loki. “How the hell did that happen?” Mobius shrugs,

“Completely screwed up the ecosystem.”

“Krakatoa erupted in 2049 as well. No Kablooie.”

“God, it's just one damn thing after another, isn't it? Cyclone, famine, volcanoes, floods...” Mobius lists, and you can’t help but agree.

“Got him. That's where he is.” Loki pulls open a case file before offering it to you and Mobius. The two of you peer at the papers inside.

“Alabama, 2050.” You read aloud. Loki looks at you both, seeming rather pleased with himself. Mobius grins,

“You're gonna take my job if I'm not careful.”

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All Were Innocent Once: Chapter 12 - The Job

This chapter is one in which Cirak’s...tendencies come a bit more out to play, and as such I tweaked the chapter a bit for my audience on FF.net compared to my audience on AO3, since the former has the fic at a rating of T while the other has an M rating. Please keep that in mind when clicking a link to follow. The chapter below is the T-version, so if you want the more risque version go to the story on AO3.

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13118981/12/All-Were-Innocent-Once

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17043032/chapters/66526336

Summary: having now been assisted by the bounty hunter Braden and his associate - a Mandalorian by the name of Dekon Arrun - Cirak listens to their proposition, one that might entail a payday unlike any he’s earned before.

“So let me get this straight,” Cirak said, watching the swirling ice cubes in his glass like racers around a track as he flicked his wrist. “You want our help tracking down an infamous criminal who - supposedly - has near unlimited resources, his own private army of paid mercenaries, and is known for being able to vanish without a trace the moment anyone shows up on his doorstep.” He leveled Braden with an inquisitive look as he downed the remainder of his alcohol. “Sounds easy enough. Why can’t you and the wonder-Mando do it?”

Cirak shot a glance towards the Mandalorian as he mentioned him, Braden’s answer fading into the background as he searched. He’d taken to a booth alone at the far side of the cantina, back turned to the ambience it so welcomingly provided. It felt like a small slice of Nar Shaddaa jam-packed into a desert hovel, unclean to the point of pungency and so loud he could barely hear either of his companions when they spoke, not that he paid them much attention anyways. Mere feet away from their table a green-skinned twi’lek woman made her way around center-stage as violet light illuminated her aggressively-sensuous movements. On occasion she’d shed another article of what little clothing she already wore, eliciting a whoop or holler from the patrons, Cirak himself included.

The dancer drew closer, and for the briefest of moments they locked eyes.  “You come here often?” she asked in Huttese, her voice barely audible over the din of the music.

“Not often enough,” he responded in kind. “Maybe I should start, if the desert really holds such beauty.” Cirak flashed a rakish smile and raised his glass to her.

She winked, and then returned to her dance.

Grinning, Cirak turned his gaze back to Dekon, who had now taken apart his blaster on the table, either oblivious or - worse - disinterested by the life around them. Stupid Mando doesn’t know how to have fun, Cirak thought, watching the dancer’s body move around the shimmering pole.

Taelros snapped his fingers in front of Cirak’s face, breaking him from the trance. “Kid, when you ask for clarification, don’t let your ears wander with your eyes. These gals aren’t anything you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the galaxy, and with the right job you could buy yourself a hundred dances. Now pay attention: there’s credits to be earned.”

“It’s alright Tael,” Braden said, raising a calming hand. “We’ve all been young before. Although-” he leveled a stern look at Cirak- “Bounty hunters who let themselves think with anything other than their heads tend to not last very long in the business. Keep that in mind.”

“Braden, you have no idea how often this kid thinks with just his blaster, if you follow my understanding. A few years back on Onderon-”

“Stars not this again.”

Taelros took a drink and waved Cirak off. “It’s a fun story, but we shouldn’t get sidetracked any longer. Not when there’s credits to be earned. To save Braden the time of recapping, in short, Cirak, too many hostiles for a two man job, too closely guarded for something requiring precision. And we have more resources than them, what with Meruna and Deim making up for what they lack in specialized roles. We’ll hit hard and hit fast before he can flee and vanish again.”

“Rell Syrn rarely ever sticks around for very long in one place for very long,” Braden continued, “He tends to avoid drawing attention to himself. Keeps away from personally conducting business on overly-populated planets like Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa and sends agents whenever he can. Has a pleasure yacht that nobody ever boards and that he very rarely ever leaves, which he keeps floating around various moons around the galaxy for short spans of time. Never the same one twice. Has a hobby for trophy hunting large game, which is when we’re gonna hit him.” He reached into his pocket and produced a holomap, which he displayed on the table. “He’ll be heading to Cholganna next.”

Cirak leaned in closer, studying the forest planet. “So...what, he’s gonna hunt Nexu? Hardly a unique hobby.”

Braden shook his head. “Cholganna has an indigineous population that’s not yet achieved spaceflight. Separate tribes and whatnot. Hardly capable of resisting blasterfire or more advanced toys.” He pursed his lips, allowing his expression to tell the rest.

“Ah. So he’s scum.”

“Pretty much, but that’s not why we’re getting paid to take him down,” Taelros said. 

“Last week some corsairs under his employ struck an Imperial stealth cruiser. Usual raid and whatnot, except they found something on there that the Imps want back. Badly. Some sort of information they were carrying really wasn’t supposed to fall into anyone else’s hands. And he recognizes it too; supposedly he killed all the corsairs who were on the raid just to keep it from leaking out. They don’t want him alive. Dead only, six million credits.”

Cirak’s eyes bulged at the bounty value, and he gagged on his drink. He wiped the spillage from his lips with the back of his hand. “I’m kriffing sorry, how much?”

“Six million, kid. Split six ways is a million for each of us.” Taelros smirked. “Now aren’t you glad you’re listening to me and not oogling some dancer?”

“Don’t blame me for knowing how to spend a good time, unlike Mando-boy over there.” Cirak pointed back at the Mandalorian’s booth with his thumb.

Braden’s gaze drifted over to where Dekon sat. “You ever heard of the Great Hunt, Kiht?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“It started out as a Mandalorian tradition out on Dxun, but has since opened up to any interested bounty hunters in the galaxy. You’re given the hardest contracts, the most dangerous of the dangerous, and have to hunt them down. At the end a Grand Champion is determined the winner. Rumor has it that Mandalore is considering holding another one soon.” Braden pointed at Dekon, who was just finishing loading a blaster pistol. “That man right there is the next Grand Champion, I guarantee it.”

Cirak shrugged, grimacing. “He doesn’t seem like all that to me.”

“He has hunter’s instincts like nothing I’ve ever seen. Brains just as much as brawn. I’d bet credits on him to take down a rancor with just his fists if the wager came up.”

“Then why doesn’t he just do this himself?”

Braden took a drink. “Like I said, this job has accentuated circumstances.”

“You sure it isn’t a trap? This job I mean. If the Imps want this data so badly, and it’s this valuable, what’s stopping them from just offing us once it’s done?”

Taelros shrugged. “We can burn that bridge when we get to it. Meanwhile, if we get this done right, and if we don’t get double-crossed, we’ll have good friends in the Galactic Empire, plus some cash for spending.”

Cash for spending felt almost like an insulting understatement. During all his years since joining Taelros’ crew, he’d never been a part of a job that held such a vast reward. Most of their contractors were petty crime lords wanting a rival dealt with, or some local government putting a warrant out on someone too dangerous for their own people to handle. On a rare occasion they’d get a contract from a Hutt, but those situations were far and few between. Even then, most of their earnings just went right back to The Reaper’s Prophet for upkeep, or towards their own resupplying for future jobs. By the time things were said and done, he had little money of his own for spending. When he did…

Cirak nodded towards Taelros. “Was the contact at the spaceport, the one for Woth?”

“Yeah, he was, and I’ve forwarded your credits to your account. Already did the deductions for you this time. Go do your thing.”

“What’s this?” asked Braden.

“It’s nothing. Not worth-”

Before he could finish speaking, cheers erupted from across the cantina again. He looked up in time to see the dancer twirl one final time in a rush of silver and scarlet cloth. She bowed, and then strode confidently back behind a curtain on the stage’s end.

Cirak smirked. “I’ll be outside. As wonderful as the sights are in here, I think I might get too distracted when the next one hits the stage.”

“You do that kid,” Taelros said, rising to his feet simultaneously with Cirak. “Braden and I will finish loading up the ship, get her spaceworthy by tomorrow. Might even try to pick up a few more bounties while we’re here.” He shoved a stern-yet-playful finger into Cirak’s chest. “Have your fun, but make sure you’re aboard before we take off. I don’t want a repeat of Chandrila.”

“For the record Tael, you’re the one who took off without checking if I was on board.” Cirak yelled back as he turned, waving a playful farewell as he moved across the cantina. “And it was worth it! You wouldn’t have wanted that noise on the ship!” From the corner of his eye he saw the Mando turn towards the noise, his unseen eyes watching Cirak from beneath the helmet. He could only imagine the glare the armored mercenary was shooting at him. Cirak felt his own mood sour at the sight, even amid the music and lights. He pressed on.

Once outside, Cirak stopped and looked around. Mos Ila had grown quieter as dusk approached. Earlier the streets had been filled with an eclectic mix of all the strange species the galaxy had to offer, bartering and browsing and aimlessly wandering about. Most had returned to their homes; only a small collection of three Jawas remained visible on the block, poking away at some dysfunctional droid they would later take and scrap for parts; it sat there lethargically, seemingly oblivious to its inevitable fate. 

Off in the distance a binary sunset colored the sky in hues of orange and violet. It had a sort of contemplative calm to it. Such natural beauty was uncommon on typical adventures, and for a moment it took Cirak by surprise. He could only stare in silence, watching enraptured as they inched closer to the horizon line. Something stirred in his chest, a longing he hadn’t felt for several years

Cirak shook his head and returned to his task, removing his personal holopad from his pack and logging onto the holonet. The banner at the top of the familiar website read “Coruscant Horizons Mutual: Your #1 provider for all your banking needs” in thick black lettering, the skyline of the planet clear in the background. A mixed family stood in the foreground, the human mother holding up her daughter while a Mirialan father stood beside them with his hand on his wife’s shoulder. Typical image crap, meant to deceive the average person into unearned trust, true of any bank. In reality any banker would set fire to that little family if it meant turning more of a profit. He may be the one killing people for money, but at least he was honest about it.

Sure enough, just as Taelros had said, the earnings from their most recent hunt had been transferred into his account, all eight thousand credits-worth. At least a thousand of that would go to armor maintenance, and another thousand for his blaster pack refills. He frowned, staring at his current balance of fourteen thousand credits, soon to be even less. The swoop bike he’d seen on the holonet had been twelve thousand. If he withheld his normal plans he could afford it, barely. The thought egged him on, the bike’s roar calling him like a siren’s song. 

He blocked it out with a sigh, and continued on with his usual routine. It would have to be some other time. Cirak tapped the link that read “transfer” and selected the alternate account with the new funds.

“Are you sure you would like to transfer four thousand credits to the account “Tyar’s Savings” Mr. Kiht?”

Cirak tapped “confirm” and leaned back. He wasn’t even sure if Jedi were allowed banking accounts, or if their life of monasticism prevented them from having any personal belongings. They already lead such a restricted life, one that Cirak himself couldn’t imagine living. Perhaps they’d brainwashed him into all of their tenets, maybe he didn’t even remember his own brother, but either way the money would be there for him when he came of age.

He glanced back down at the screen. “Would you like to include a message for this transaction?”

Cirak tensed, then leaned back over his holopad. “Hey kid, hope Jedi training is going well-”

He immediately backspaced. The message sounded dumb, especially for having no contact for the past several years.

“Brother, I hope this message finds you wel-”

Backspace.

“Tyar, I’m sorry I haven’t reached o-”

Backspace.

“Take this kriffing money.”

Backspace.

Cirak sighed, refreshed the page, and then declined to send a message. If Tyar wanted to make contact another time it would be his decision, not Cirak’s. The best he could hope for was that the kid would seek him out when the time came, and that both would still be alive for that reunion.

While his holopad remained open, Cirak decided to check his mail. There was already a confirmation regarding his transfer, complete with a hackneyed thank you message from the bank, which he promptly checked for deletion. He scrolled down, deleting as he went. Most of the messages were junk anyways: advertisements for various weaponry he could find at suppliers around the galaxy, new starfighter models worth checking out, possible clients reaching out to him not realizing that he wasn’t the one who handled the new jobs, etc. One message caught Cirak’s eye, though, from a Zeltron man he’d spent time with on Manaan. The message was flirtatious in nature, requesting that Cirak look him up again if he should even be on that side of the planet again. As sweet as it was that this paramour had taken the time to look him up, Cirak only remembered parts of that night, even if those parts were good and involved drinks and dancing. He deleted that piece of mail too.

Tucking his holopad away, Cirak made his way back to the cantina. A new dancer - some human woman with blonde hair and tanned skin - had taken the stage while a fresh series of beats accentuated her steps. Tael and Braden were both gone, their seats taken by a pair of faces Cirak had seen earlier at the bar who now had their holopads out, burning credits that flickered onto the stage and floated down around the dancer as they were spent. Some thugs pushed each other in front of the bar, attracting the attention of a weequay bouncer, whose approach turned them docile once more and retreated back to their seats.

And still the Mandalorian sat in his corner booth with his back to the action, the contents of his own pack strewn out on the table.

Cirak took a seat across from him, waving down a waitress as he did. The Mandalorian didn’t even bother to look up from his assortment of junk, instead continuing to wipe at his rifle with unwavering devotion. There were at least five blaster rifle packs on the table, along with three hunting vibroblades, a thermal detonator, and various blaster parts.

“You know, in most cantinas you can get thrown out for this kind of weaponry being out in the open,” Cirak said. The Mandalorian said nothing in response, not even so much as an acknowledging grunt. “Come on, you can do maintenance when you’re on the ship. You’re missing out on the fun right now.”

The Mandalorian looked up for a moment, then turned his head back towards the dancer. “Not my idea of fun.”

“Of course it isn’t. You Mandos don’t have a concept of fun.”

“I’m focused on what’s ahead of me. The hunt. The fact that I’m focusing on that instead of skirt-chasing is what’s going to keep me around much longer than you.” He slammed a pack into his rifle and then set it on the table.

Cirak rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter how much focus you have when things can go kriffing sideways on any given job. Might as well enjoy life while you’re living it, or else when will you?”

The Mandalorian shook his head. “Mir’osik. Short-sighted.”

“I don’t speak Mando’a, so don’t bother.”

“That you don’t speak it is the point.”

“Look,” Cirak said, leaning over the table, “I’m not any happier about working with you on this than you are, but it looks like we’re going to be stuck together for awhile, so can you cool it before I feel like putting a blaster bolt through your skull? After this job’s done we can go our separate ways, forget the other exists, and maybe, if we’re lucky, we can wind up shooting at each other on some later job when we’re on opposite sides. Okay?”

The crimson helmet twitched, and Cirak could feel the heat of the Mandalorian’s glare from underneath it. “Let’s not forget that you insulted me first when you insulted my people,” his voice crackled.

“And your people massacred mine generations ago.”

“You see history only through the lens supplied by the Republic and the remnants of your species. That you are descended from people who survived mine should fill you with pride. It speaks that you have a survivor’s soul.”

Cirak opened his mouth to speak, but found himself without words. While he found the words themselves insensitive, there was resembling complete sincerity in Dekon’s words. Without the genocidal context, it bordered on being a compliment, however harsh the tone might’ve been.

He shook his head. “Look, I didn’t want to spend my evening arguing with a warmonger. I-”

Sounds of conflict drew his attention away from his soon-to-be associate and towards the bar. The previous dancer - now clad in a more modest lounge robe - stood across from a group of three armored humans, her arms folded with a drink in hand. From the appearance of their scrappier designs and cavalcade of scars across their face, it was clear that these three were outlaws of some kind, or at least individuals as used to braving the dangers of the galaxy as Cirak was himself. Their leader wore a coy expression as he spoke to the dancer, though there was no amusement in her face, but rather one of annoyance-bordering-contempt. One partner kept a stern eye on the bouncer and a hand on his blaster, while the other seemed equally amused as the ringleader.

“I’ll be back,” Cirak said, rising.

Their words became clearer as Cirak approached. “For the last time that’s not the kind of work I do,” the dancer said, still speaking Huttese.

“Come on baby, just think of it like a different kind of pole, different kind of dance,” the man said, albeit in Basic. “Don’t be such a tease. I’ve been throwing credits at you all night. Isn’t that a good enough deed for some time with you?”

“I said no. I dance, that’s it, and I don’t spend time with people just because they think their credits mean something. Go away and let me enjoy my break in peace.”

He lunged for her wrist. “Aw you don’t have to-”

His sentence ended prematurely as the contents of the dancer’s drink found his face. “Don’t touch me!” she seethed, backing away.

The bouncer started forward, causing the one minion to start for his blaster. Cirak found his own first - his father’s holdout - unholstering it and shooting the thug’s right out of his hand. All eyes in the cantina turned towards him, the atmosphere now tense from the sound of blaster fire. Despite the blasting beats from the speakers around him, the cantina felt dead quiet.

Meanwhile the bouncer searched himself for a blaster wound with apparent wonder that he hadn’t just been shot.

“Now that I have your attention,” Cirak said, “I think you owe this lady an apology. She’s been working hard all night up on that stage, so when she says for you to leave her alone, you do what she says.” He leveled the blaster at the leader as he stepped between them and the dancer, lining the sights right up with the man’s eyes.

The leader looked to his crew, then back to Cirak with a cocked eyebrow. “Do you have any idea who it is you’re talking to? We’re the-”

“Yeah yeah, some idiots who’re feared around these parts. Take what you want, want what you take. Heard it before. Shot them too.”

“We have you three-to-one.”

Cirak glanced between the three men. “I like those odds,” he growled, “I’ll have you all dropped before your buddy there pulls out that other blaster from the back of his pants.”

The group’s leader scoffed and looked back at his men as though this were the most ludicrous thing they’d encountered together. They chuckled along with him and shrugged. Then, at once, they drew. 

It all happened in seconds. Cirak brought his blaster down hard on the leader’s nose, shattering it. The man crumpled with a pained grunt, dropping his own weapon in the process, and as he fell Cirak turned his attention to the pair behind him. They couldn’t react fast enough to their leader falling out of the way of their aim, and it took them a moment too long to readjust. Cirak’s first shot found the leftmost one right square in the forehead. He made no sound as he fell, dead instantaneously. 

Just as he was taking aim on the third the man another shot rang out, striking the thug in the chest, the force of which sent him careening over the bar counter. Cirak turned. There, still in the booth, sat Dekon of Clan Arrun, still looking through the scope of his blaster rifle. Without a word or even a gesture he set the rifle back down on the table and began cleaning it once more.

The rush of gratitude faded quickly, however, as Cirak turned his attention to the groaning man at his feet. Blood streaked down the thug’s nose and mouth as he looked up with hatred and fear in his eyes. “My men! You shot my men!”

“Career hazard. They should’ve known better.”

“You kriffing alien!”

“You really should know better than to insult a man who’s got a blaster aimed at your brain,” Cirak said. He pulled out his holopad and opened it to the Bounty Hunters’ Guild database. “What’s your name there handsome?”

“I ain’t telling you nothing.”

Cirak pushed his blaster to the man’s forehead. “I can just shoot you now if you’d prefer.”

The man was silent for a few moments longer. “Antelv. Antelv Langot.”

He entered the name into the database and scanned Antelv’s face. Several long seconds passed as it searched for anyone in the trillions of the galactic population who may have angered someone enough to place a bounty on their head, and which planets they were known for frequenting. 

No results.

“Well Antelv, seems no one has any strong preference for whether or not you live or die in this unforgiving existence, so I’m gonna let the lady decide.” Cirak looked over to the dancer. “What do you say,” he asked in Huttese, “Lives, or dies?”

“I’m sorry,” Antelv croaked, sending bloody spittle across the cantina floor. “I’m sorry!”

The dancer gave a cursory glance over the pathetic man bleeding in front of her, then nodded to Cirak. “Let him live with the humiliation you’ve shown him.”

Cirak shrugged. “Well, her decision’s final.” Just as a weary smile crept onto Antelv’s face, Cirak brought his blaster down once more on his skull, knocking him out cold. His unconscious form sprawled out onto the floor, and around them people began turning their heads away from the scene. Music took their focus once more, and life returned to the cantina. The bouncer approached, threw Antelv over his shoulder, and then vanished outside.

The dancer took a seat at the bar, draping one of her green lekku over her shoulder. “Thanks for the help,” she said, “Not often we see patrons here who are brave and handsome.”

“Not a problem.” Cirak twirled his blaster, holstering it. “Ordinarily I’d ask if I could take the seat next to you, but given the circumstances…” He glanced down to the bloody puddle by his feet.

“His problem was thinking that credits could control me,” she said, “I dance because it’s fun and I choose who I spend time with because I want to, not because I’m paid.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides he was quite rude, and you’re quite cute. So by all means, take a seat.”

Cirak smirked, taking the stool next to her while looking her over. “Seems he spilled your drink. How about I buy you a new one? The name’s Cirak, Cirak Kiht, and I’d love to get your name too.”

#all were innocent once #awio #my writing #fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #cirak kiht #dekon arrun #cirak #cats #swtor #my swtor #swtor oc #writers on tumblr #star wars: the old republic #star wars fanfiction #star wars oc #bounty hunter

[awkwardturtleaffairs16]

We Don’t Talk Together

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader/OC (Rey)

Genre/Warnings: idol verse  best friend taehyung, yoongibreakupfic, or were they even together?, unrealised and repressed feelings, lawyer OC, sad, slight fluff

Notes: I felt a bit awkward writing Y/N, so I gave her a name. And since Star Wars just came out, I am Reylo fangirling. She isn’t Rey per se tho! I also realised that Yoongi didn’t even show up in this chapter. lololol.

Taehyung was already preparing to go to bed after that exhausting day of training. Beep. Beep. An SMS. He stops drying his hair and grabs his phone from his bed.

 11:30PM Rey: “Taehyung ah, let’s grab some ramyeon tonight...?” He looks around the house, seemingly to check if the others were already sleeping. Only Jungkook was outside playing games on the couch.

 11:33PM V: “O.K. I’ll just get dressed xx”

 Taehyung checks his phone for the temperature tonight. Dang, -7 degrees, it was going to be freezing. He hurries to grab a down jacket from the closet beside the door and puts on his shoes. Checks his pocket, keys, phone, wallet. He grabs and door and waves to Jungkook, mumbling something about being back in 5 minutes.

 Does it really matter if it actually takes more than 5 minutes to boil ramyeon?

 ---

 She sat on the bench outside, near the river, a warm cup of noodles on hand, wind blowing on a december night. Kim Taehyung was sitting beside her, slurping Jjampong soundly. She took a tentative sip, and felt the spicy soup scorch her tongue.

 “Ahh.. This is the best way the best way to experience Seoul.” She says. Twinkling lights were appearing over the Han River. It was always slightly more magical during the December season.

 Taehyung laughs beside her and pauses to say, “You always say that, Noona.”

 With an irritated sigh, Rey tsks and murmurs, “Stop calling me Noona. I’ve already told you I’m not your Noona,.” Taehyung laughs, and continues demolishing his ramyeon. “How long are you staying in Seoul this time?” He asks.

 She pauses and seemingly ponders the thought. She hesitates before relenting, and says, “I don’t have a return ticket right now.”

 Taehyung stops to stare her. “......What? Are you serious?”

 She really got him shookt, if he stopped eating. She thinks that maybe she should explain, but at the same time, why? Did she really have to explain? She sighs. She takes her time chewing a mouthful of noodles before she looks at him and states frankly, “I’m tired of working. I need a vacation... a real vacation, Tae.”

 He stares at her for a second longer before he shrugs and slurps the last of his noodles. “I bet you’ll get bored and regret everything after a week.”

 She feels slightly affronted but just rolls her eyes. He doesn’t know how lawyering gets so tiresome. When she was taking the bar exams, the only thing she ever wanted was to be a damn lawyer. Now that she was and after 5 years of working 24/7, she can’t help but just wonder if it was worth it. How much time does she need before she realizes that maybe she wants to do something else.

 She catches his eye and he shrugs. “We’ll see, okay, stop trying to preempt my decisions.” Taehyung gives her a smile and asks, “Did you already have a place to stay?”

 “Yup. Don’t worry. I got those fancy Airbnb in Myeongdong. I think I live 15 minutes away from your dorm.”

 “That sounds expensive. Altho, I am looking forward to bothering you daily. I finally have someone to talk to.”

 Rey pauses. Her hand hovers on Taehyung’s shoulder before she decides to grab him to her side and give him a side hug.

 “You always have someone to talk to Tae.” She has a light fond smile playing on her lips, “...Soju?”

 “Damn, yes.”

 ---

 After 7 bottles of Soju in varying flavors of peach, plum, and grapefruit. The two friends were very very drunk. Stumbling thru the stairs of the Boy’s dorm, they manage to get to the front door, dropped the keys three times, before they successfully crashed on the couch.

 “God, Tae, Taegung, itz been a whileeeee since I got this drunk.”

 “Post debut drinks 2013, BBQ Grill in Gangnam. 13 Somaek’s + te-V-ila.” He raises his hand to correspondingly make a V sign above his right eye to emphasize the te-V-ila. It was probably the drinks, but they both burst out laughing. Teahyung slides a knowing grin to Rey. “Hey, I remember you were pretty busy that night.”

 Rey blushes a bright pink, atleast brighter than their current drunk flushes. “Shut up.” Despite the denial, she distinctly remembers cold wandering hands, hasty deliberate glances, shared cups, warm hugs outside the street. Also, unfounded attraction and excessive over analyzing of a certain person.

 V grabs his phone and pretends to ignore her, while humming. After a few seconds, she whips her head from his lap and harshly whispers, “Are. You. Singing. Drake????”

 Taehyung tries to keep a straight face but sings louder making suggestive eyebrows, “I got my eyes on you, you’re everything that I see...”

 Rey pinches his side and he grimaces before tackling her to the side with his feet. They pretend to tackle until both of them succumb to the fatigue and alcohol.

 “It’s cold Tae.” Rey mumbles grumpily.

 “I’m too tired to turn off the AC.”

 Both are quiet on the coach, with Taehyung sitting down and staring at the empty ceiling and Rey lying down, feet on Tae’s lap, curled on her left side.

 A short sigh, “I miss those days.” V says fondly thinking of easier times. Less fans, less responsibilities. More time for self-discovery.

 There is silence for a while, before Rey turns towards the couch, Tae almost doesn’t hear it, “Yeah. Me too.”

 ---

 She hears quiet shuffling in the living room in the middle of night. The lights are all out and she can scarcely see anything. She decides to ignore it and proceeds to go back in slumber. She feels a lot warmer now. Maybe Taehyung decided to turn off the air conditioner after all.

 ---

 When she wakes up, she blurrily sees Namjoon and Seokjin eating cereal and having fragrant coffee. They acknowledge her and offer her some breakfast, but she barely shakes her head to say no. Taehyung is passed out on the other side of couch. She notices its 6am, too early for the maknae line.

 It wasn’t unusual for her to spend the night in their dorm, but it has been a while since the last time. She lays back down and snuggles on the couch, maybe she can get another hour of sleep. She covers her face with the comforter with full intention of going back to sleep, just before she vaguely realizes that it smells like Min Yoongi.

#min yoongi #yoongi #yoon #bts #bts suga #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts fic #bts scenarios #min suga #min yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfiction #suga fanfiction #suga fanfic #bts x reader #we don't talk together #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic

[dingoat]

For those prompts you shared, 35. "You make me feel safe"

Briefly, Ahuska wondered if she should ever dedicate some time to learning how to smith beskar for herself. Nobody amongst the Free People’s Army that she was aware of could claim such a skill, and she found herself conflicted over that fact. On the one hand, quality working of the metal was one of the few aspects of Mandalorian culture that was reasonably well guarded, and she was reluctant to see it spread amongst people who could not be expected to follow the Resol’nare. On the other… she, herself, wanted to hold onto as much of her culture as possible, especially now that she was facing so much time so distant from the clans.

Still, there’d be enough time to dwell on that later; for now, she had to content herself with getting her and Crow’s armour into as good condition as possible with what materials and skills she had access to. She might not know how to work the metal itself, but she knew her way around filling and detailing, and even the basic tech in Crow’s pieces wasn’t beyond her.

If only she hadn’t once again lost her helmet. For all the good it had done keeping Crow from harm. Maybe her buy’ce was cursed. Maybe she didn’t want it retrieved a second time.

Maybe she’d give it the chance to come back to her on its own, wait and see if whatever path lead them to Nines would intersect with wherever her beloved old bucket currently lay.

She sprayed on another layer of liquid armor, letting it seep into the tiny cracks and dips in her chest plate and carefully, lovingly, smoothing it down before it was fully dry. The stuff would eventually set rock hard; brittle if in a big slab on its own, but brilliant at patching small splits. Not that solid beskar would ever crack and dent so readily, but her armour was not such a luxury.

“When’d ya get that?”

Ahuska startled at the voice; she hadn’t realised she was being watched. “Hm? Oh, hey, Kip! You mean this armour in particular?”

“Naw,” a shadow fell over Ahuska as the speaker stepped forward, a massive reptilian woman with four arms and more teeth than she could possibly need. An Annoo-dat Prime, one of Nela’s friends amongst the engineering crew. “That big ol’ scrape y’ just filled, I meant.”

“Oh! Ha, actually, that happened the same day I got the armour. Stole it off some fancy guards on Bothawui, that’s from one of their spears. Actually, I… nabbed one of their spears as well.”

“Hah! Yeah, we were busy up in the sky that day, hoo boy we were. Most armour got plenty stories to tell, don’t it?”

“Hm, I guess it does. Well, usually. This piece is too new to really say a lot, most of the dings are from that one day. My leg pieces though…” Ahuska gestured over to the small rounded knee covers, the broader thigh plates, and the interlocking pieces that covered her boots. “They’re the same ones I’ve had for years, just got a new paint job. See that?”

“What, the ding in the side of your boot armour?”

“Yeah! That’s from my first date with Crow. I mean, it’s what I think of as our first date, not sure if he does. But he took me on a job on Naboo, right, and at one point I was knee deep in a river holding onto a wounded zalaaca. If you’ve never seen one, they’ve got nasty claws, front and back feet. Fethin’ Trandoshan came over to take me out and kill the thing for its stupid Score…”

“Kriffing Jagannath points,” Kip uttered with a shake of her head.

“Mmm. But Crow got to him first!” There’s nothing but pride in the grin she flashes at that, coupled with a nice hot tingle as she remembers how exciting those early days had felt. How wide-eyed and naïve she’d been. Life had been a giddy rush, and while sometimes it still felt that way… she had to admit, she rather liked the greater perspective and confidence she had nowadays.

“Now that…” the Bothan pointed then to Crow’s chest armour, and the gaping hole on the left hand side that had punched clean through front and back. “Is going to take some patching.”

Kip reached for the piece, turning it about in all four of her hands as though it didn’t weigh a thing. “I could probably shape a couple of new panels for you, if you don’t think he’d mind durasteel…?”

“Stars, we’ll take whatever we can get at this point!”

“I’ll see what I can do. What’s this mark from?”

Ahuska eyed off the scorch mark that traced along the side of the piece. “If I remember right, that’s… actually from Nines. The day you all got back in touch with us. Same with the one the shoulder there, she dropped him with that hit.”

Kip watched her quietly, her expression growing sympathetic as Ahuska’s became distant, completely unaware of the Bothan’s conviction that Nines was still alive, that her execution had been a lie.

“I was scared as hell. Honestly thought we were both about to die. But I think… I think deep down, as much as she hated and blamed him, she must’ve been trying to give him as much opportunity as possible to redeem himself. She wanted him back. She could’ve killed us both, easily, plenty of times over…” a faint smile ghosted over Ahuska’s snout. “I don’t know. I guess she could have just been enjoying making us suffer.”

“Probably the first thing though,” Kip offered, a rough attempt at making her feel better.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to excuse her. And… and things got better. See this?” She turns back to her own armour, tracing over a dimpled section of one of her thigh plates. “That’s from Dxun. Not even from an enemy shot, I just slammed myself into another soldier when we flew into one of the trenches. Were you there for that?”

“Nope… well, not on the ground.” Kip threw two right thumbs over her shoulder toward the Dreadnought hanging in the sky. “I’ve been pretty well stationed up there since we busted out of holding. Ain’t spent more than three nights in a row on land anywhere until now.”

“I was!”

Ahuska twisted about to see that she had, in fact, been starting to attract a small audience, the individual currently chiming in amongst the handful of beings settled in a loose ring around her being another of the Deserters’ Bothan contingent.

Steely blue-grey fur with pale dapples on her cheeks and shoulders, Ahuska recognized her swiftly and gave her a slow nod as a wash of self-consciousness made her falter. This was someone she knew had seen her at peak misery, after all. “Ralsko! Yeah, I… ah. I wasn’t exactly at my… I mean I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I…”

“Don’t sweat it. You did grand. Only thing we hold against you is not reaching out to us more then, hey?” Ralsko shot her a quick, tight little grin, but Ahuska wilted somewhat beneath it.

“I had no fething idea what I was doing,” Ahuska admitted, dropping her gaze.

“Psssh. Most of us didn’t, to start. Just knew we wanted something better, aye? Besides, we all knew you were pining at the same time. There was only one particular bit of company you really wanted back then, wasn’t there?”

Ahuska felt her ears burn at that, and followed the quick jut of Ralsko’s chin as she indicated just over Ahuska’s shoulder.

Crow was there, leaning against a stack of crates just two paces behind her, arms loosely folded across his bandaged but otherwise bare chest. He was grinning, because of course he was. The man’s expression was, by and large, variations of that grin, and people only meeting him briefly might be excused for thinking he’d suffered some kind of stroke, rendered incapable of any other look. But Ahuska knew better than that; despite his bared teeth, the little crinkles in the corners of his eyes, she could see something pensive in the way he watched her.

Ahuska tilted her head gently, squinting for a moment. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough. Long enough to wonder how the feth you’ve put up with me all this time?”

A couple of the others gathered snorted to themselves, and Ahuska let out a short incredulous laugh. “The stars do you mean by that?”

“Every one of those cracks in your armour, and half the ones on mine even! Those are all times your life was in danger. Times you could have died. And I’m pretty sure most of them are there because of things I’ve dragged you through or put you up to… stars, we ain’t even up to the wampa ones yet,” a sweep of Crow’s hand indicated a dent on one of Ahuska’s plates, and a filled in split on his own buy’ce. “How are you not terrified every time we go somewhere…?”

Ahuska laughed again at that, still incredulous but far more bright, and she patted the ground beside her, inviting him down. “Are you kidding me? You make me feel safe!”

If he hadn’t still been in recovery, she would have dragged him down beside her; as it was, she waited until he’d settled at his own speed before sitting up tall enough to give him a gentle headbutt and then start motioning to all the cracks and dents a second time over. “This one here is the first time you saved my life. These remind me of when you screaming through the streets of Mos Ila, demanding to know where I was. This? I see that, and remember you coming out of the sky to get me, ha, and fighting with you, back to back, ‘cause you helped me know how. And these…” she patted over the marks he most recently indicated, acquired during that fateful visit to Hoth, the onlooking Deserters briefly forgotten as she locked eyes with Crow. “They’re from when I realised I was willing to stick with you for the long haul. You damn di’kut, this is everything we’ve survived together. This is everything I’ve lived through because of you.”

#ahuska #bothan #swtor #character asks #mandalorian #swtor fic #my writing #swtor writing #also crow #and some others #deserters #free people's army #eden #orion settlement #writing prompts #ty for asking #i do get to them all in the end i promise #!!!

[franeridart]

Happy 1000th post to one off my absolute favorite artists on Tumblr!

This is it!!! The 1k post on this blog!!! It’s me finally getting my ass into gear and answering the asks in my inbox!!! As good charm in hope of not waiting so long from now on hahaha thank you so so much, by the way!!!! :D

Anon said:LITERALLY YOUR TODOROKI IS THE BEST THING IN THIS CRUEL WORLD I LIVE THE WAY U DRAW HIM IM EMOTIONAL HHECK ALSO ALL THE REST OF UR ART IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD ITS SO NICE UR CHARACTERS ARE LIKE VERY LONG NOODLES THEYRE GOOD™

THANK YOU FOR EVERY KIND WORD AND ESPECIALLY ABOUT THE TODOROKI ONES HOLY SMOKES!!! I don’t draw him much sadly but he’s super fun and comfortable to draw for me, it’s nice to know he also comes out well!!!

Anon said:So like,,, I really miss your bokuroo ;^; Will you ever post with them again???

I haven’t taken a vow that forces me to never draw them again, so, possibly! At the moment posting for the haikyuu fandom is giving me more sad feelings than anything else though, so I can’t promise that’s gonna be any time soon, I’m sorry 

Anon said:bruhh i listened to that chiodos song under ur halo, and that one by memphis may fire that was w that bakugo art that was called not enough and uhhhhh ur music taste is dope care to share some more songs?

SURE I’m glad you liked those! Everything by Memphis is A+ and I love it so if you haven’t you should check out more stuff by them ( No Ordinary Love is super nice, That’s Just Life is very dear to me and so is Divinity, Speechless is… my otp song for every otp ever tbh) -  Bring Me The Horizon is my fav post-hardcore band and both MMF and Chiodos are that genre so if you don’t know them give them a try! (Blasphemy, Run and Doomed are between my faves out of the latest album, and since you liked Under Your Halo you’re probably gonna like Follow You too) the album right before is amazing too if you’re okay with less melodic stuff, but the further back you go with BMtH the harder to listen to they get, just a heads up - Sleeping With Sirens are on the softer side of post-hardcore lately, Fly, Left Alone, Trouble, Fire and Empire To Ashes are some great ones, between the many, and, uhhhh, at this point I might have recced Nothing More a hundred times but let’s make it a hundred and one, try Funny Little Creatures, Do You Really Want It and Go To War out of the newest album! If you’re into punk and female voices you should check out Tonight Alive too, Jenna has one of my two fav female voices in rock right now (Crack My Heart and Temple are the latest two songs out!) and since I always rec stuff but I never rec anything by my favorite band ever, you ever heard of Alter Bridge? They’re more towards hard-rock/alternative metal, but check out Blackbird, Fortress, I Know It Hurts, Cradle To The Grave and Broken Wings just to make it one for every album I really, really adore this band and everything they ever made

Anon said:I adore all of your art, especially your bnha art!!! I had so many of your drawings saved to my drafts before I read the manga and was really looking forward to catching up so I could look at them all!! They’re all fantastic

AHHH THANK YOU!!! This made me smile lots, I’m so glad you like them!!!

Anon said:What’s coming up? Fluffy, dorky or angsty? (I’m talking about your next work XD just to be sure) Have a great day my friend!

LMAO this was about this one right? I’m sort of a fool honestly cause as I drew it it… didn’t feel actually all that angsty to me? I mean, obviously it doesn’t come after anything happy, but they’re working things out! Making an effort! Loving each other enough to try and understand each other better!! I drew it as something positive but in hindsight I should have expected the reactions lmao so I honestly dunno, I feel like telling you it’s most probably gonna be something happy but as it seems I angst without even realizing, lately #rip

@not-enough-kaneki​ said:Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 😊

!!!!! my cats!!!! tea and coffee!!! Bakugou and Kirishima and Bakugou-and-Kirishima and the squad!!!! not having an headache!!!!!! the sound of ocean waves and the sun on winter days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! new music I like!!!!!! nice asks and lovely tags under my art!!!! that’s more than five things but a lot of stuff makes me happy tbh !!!

Anon said:one of my favorite parts (i love every bit of it) of the holiday pic you drew of the squad, is they each have their own personal mug. 10/10

I didn’t think you’d be able to notice Mina’s!!! I’m glad it was visible, I thought I had made it disappear into the background hahaha thank you!!!

Anon said:i just went through your entire kiribaku tag and, honestly, gay (also ur art is soooo good and pure and thank u so much for all the content u make for bnha 💖💖)

It is very gay, isn’t it? The other day I was going through my old stuff and I think I might have slowly turned them mushier oh my hahaha I’m glad you like my stuff, by the way!! Thank you so so so so much!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for sharing the beautiful Bakusquad Christmas! It’s very colorful and warm & it gives me such a comforting feeling! I love looking at all the details! Kami & Sero’s ribbons, everyone’s mugs, the decorations, all so cute! Especially Mina’s bulletin board with the photos, charms of the boys, & the little alien dude (?) Each time I look at it, I see other cute details!! Sorry to bother you, but thanks again for sharing your art with us! I hope you had a very Merry Christmas!!!!!

It’s not a bother at all!!! Thank you so so much for looking at it long enough to notice all those details!!!!

Anon said:You are so good at giving advice omg

I wouldn’t say I’m especially good at it, I just say what was useful to me lol but thank you! It’s a nice thing to be told

Anon said:Dude, your bakusquad drawings are awesome! Keep up the great work!

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad you like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:The new chapter made me think about Bakugou dealing with his squad as babies all over again. Toddlers would probably be worse.

Depends?? Actually??? Like, at least toddlers aren’t gonna steal his gauntlets and tell him he’s lame and punch him just for the hell of it and be a bunch of smartasses and assholes like. Compared to this bunch of baby-Bakugous he has to deal with in the new arc maybe the squad as toddlers would actually be refreshing lol

Anon said:Um I have a very real crush on ila? Can we please know more about her??

I’m ??? so happy you like her!!!!! I don’t wanna say too much about her cause until I draw her in comics I won’t be too sure about who she really is, but she’s!! a pianist, very tall and sorta insecure about her physical appearance, very soft spoken, incredibly gay, scared of sensory deprivation of any kind. Her full name is Ilaria! Dav calls her Aria, which means air in Italian~ they’re pretty good friends, I have a comic about that I’ve been meaning to draw…

Anon said:So, you like KiriBaku with songs, so what do you think of You Had Me At Hello by A Day to Remember? Particularly the lines, “What have I gotten into this time around, I know that I had sworn I’d never trust anyone again, but I didn’t have to. You had me at hello. I’ve never seen a smile that can light a room like yours, it’s simply radiant, I feel more with every day that goes by.”

s o f t…………. ;; also incredibly fitting considering Bakugou decided Kirishima was his new favorite hero the second time he spoke to him, like, god bless I love those two s o m u ch this one I’m listening to it right now and having feelings (is it Baku to Kiri? Kiri to Baku? why not both for double the feels)

Anon said:Hey Fran!! Have you been keeping up with haikyuu? If so what do you think about the Miya twins? (Personally I think they’re pretty okay, they’re funny when they interact with each other. My favorite of the two is Osamu haha)

I don’t mind them! My fav out of Inari is Kita tho, have to admit - that said I have… sort of been ready for this game to be over for months, now………………

Anon said:Okay but imagine….. Kirishima with freckles

I’ve drawn that, now and again!!! the latest one was this one, and another one I remember is this one :D I’ve been liking the idea of him with freckles even more since it’s become official his hair isn’t naturally red? So now and again I add them in, even though they’re usually not much noticeable haha I do so with Bakugou too from time to time, actually… and the rest of the squad… I just… love freckles a lot… haha

Anon said:Love the squad, love the squad kisses.

HECK YES the goal is to draw at least one smooch for every couple sooner or later !!!

Anon said:I hadn’t even realize that I stuck around for a whole year OwO, anyways, congratulations! Your art style has improved much more than you think, especially since you’ve gotten more into coloring ^o^ I noticed that you’ve also been doing more complicated poses too, so, it’s the little stuff that counts ♥️👍 Hope to see more spontaneous art next year, love you Fran!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I love you lots too??? honestly??? This ask means the whole world to me, I really can’t see much improvement after all but knowing you can DOES help a whole damn lot

Anon said:So I came across this fanfic where Uraraka and Todoroki were a thing. I’m personally not a fan of this rare pair, but the whole scenario was the cutest thing ever. Todoroki basically asks Uraraka to help him confess to Midoriya, but in the process falls in love with her instead.

Awwww that sounds cute! Can’t say I have any particular feelings about the ship, but I am up for Todoroki with nearly anyone so why not!

Anon said:Bro bro bro I’m sorry if this is the wrong channel to go through or something but holy shit I just spent hours going through your entire tumblr and your. Art. And. Concepts. I… can’t??? DUDE YOU’RE AMAZING AND YOUR TATTOO AU!! I?? Just thank you so much for all the awesome work you do honestly made my entire fuckin week with your blog, you are WICKED GOOD AND FUNNY AF. That’s all I got go on with your day you talented ass fiend

I’M CRYING!!! OH MY GOD THANK YOU!!!!!!! I’m gonna pick this ask and frame it right on top of my desk!! The heck!!!!!!

Anon said:Why is Bakugou such a fuckin meme

The real question is why is everyone in class 1A a meme. How do they even keep up. How much of the shit they say on a day to day basis is actually just catchphrases from other 1A kids repeated over and over again. How much of the deadpan ridiculous shit Todoroki says has become an inside-joke. How many 1A kids move and talk like Iida just for the hell of it. How often do they yell DIE at inanimate stuff when it pisses them off. How much stuff is defined as manly even though it has nothing to do with manliness. Do they say “going wheey” instead of “frying one’s brain”. Can anyone outside of 1A even understand them when they speak at this point.

Anon said:You are amazing human bean and I love you 💖 Keep being great ✨👏

Thank you??? ;O; I’ll do my best!!!

Anon said:Just annonly passing by to tell you I F'ing love your take on Ashido And the Kids XD … Way to much fluff And laugh for my heart

THANK YOU!!! I’m happy I can make you laugh!!!! :D :D :D

Anon said:I love you god bless you and your art! THANK YOU!

NAH THANK YOU FOR BEING THIS NICE!!!

Anon said:Hi! I absolutely /adore/ your BakuKiriKami art! I was wondering if you had any headcanons about them/what inspires you to draw them?

More than headcanons for them I have an incredible amount of scenarios I’d like to see them in! And when they’re compact, complete things I usually draw them, which is what inspires me really haha that, and seeing them interact in the manga! Lately I’ve been really drawn to Bakugou and Kaminari’s friendship, actually, so the romantic stuff has fallen in the background while my mind is preoccupied with thinking about them as platonic good pals ahhhhhhh as soon as I’ll work through it I’ll probably get back to drawing them as romantics, that’s just how my mind works lol

Anon said:I love the casual clothes you design for MHA characters! And I really enjoy reading your headcanons-always creative and fun! Is there anything you’d add to anyone’s hero costumes in class 1-A (something that might prove useful/practical for them, or something you’d add just for the heck of it)? Sorry if this is a stupid question or if you’ve answered a similar question before. Thanks for your time!

It’s not a stupid question, don’t worry!! But I generally like to leave myself in Horikoshi’s hands for this sort of stuff, since I both enjoy the costumes as they are AND don’t want to be disappointed in case what I hope for doesn’t actually happen - that said, I’ve mentioned before that I’d really like Aoyama to get redirectors for his laser on his palms and for Kaminari to get a close combat weapon, since with the quirk he has anything metal would actually work wonders for him! He mentioned a sword, but I rest my case that tonfas would be cool, I really want him to use tonfas. A “costume” I don’t understand is Hagakure’s, by the way - would be nice if she got an actual costume and also I don’t really get why she’d wear gloves at all?? Mirio’s costume was made using his hair, I really want her to get something similar! That’s about it tho, I haven’t really thought much about anyone else in that sense~ 

Anon said:Hello! A few weeks ago I asked about the bracelets you drew for Baku & Kiri. (That art is so beautiful!!) I was wondering if there’s a story behind them; such as, did one of them buy the pair, or did they pick them out together? I’m sorry if it’s a dumb question and if I’m bothering you.

THIS ASK I had lost it, thank you so much for sending it my way again! Actually, Kirishima bought it for himself and Bakugou - I mean to draw a small thing for it, be patient with me while I try to get my ass into gear for it ;O;

Anon said:It’s been a while since you’ve done any BakuKiriKami, do you still like that ship?

I do - as I said a few answers above this one, I’m just finding myself weirdly invested in a platonic relationship between Bakugou and Kaminari at the moment, and also Bakushima stole my focus and soul, but I do still like the ship a whole damn lot, definitely still my fav ot3 in the manga~

Anon said:I love your drawings so much, they always make my day seeing them. But I gotta say that kiri with his hair down is my weakness. He just looks so pure, the cuteness factor goes through the roof.

Thank you???? The Kiri thing is true for canon Kiri too, I’m glad I can bring it in my art!!! Mostly cause when I draw him with his hair down I’m never really sure what the hell I’m doing, I’ll be honest with you lmao

Anon said:hello, holy fUCKin shit how are you this damn good at drawing? like, fuck? thank you, bless you, have a nice day

THANK YOU! And all I do is draw, really lmao I wouldn’t say I’m all that good, definitely not anywhere near the artists I admire, but since all I can do is draw as long as I keep doing that I guess I’ll get there, sooner or later hahaha

#fran answers #im gonna use the holidays as my excuse for how long it took me to answer all of these #....yeah #yeah im gonna do that #oc asks #anonymous

[brycolb]

kindergarten graduation

Bryce and Ryder still lived in a two-bedroom apartment in Greenville, Washington. Four kids, and running out of room quickly, the pair had been discussing where to move, when to move, and how soon they could move. The twins were already a year old, and they couldn’t share a room with Bryce and Ryder for much longer. And with Isabella graduating from kindergarten, she needed her own space too. Jack wasn’t even four yet. 

“I know a four bedroom is going to be expensive, but we need the space,” Bryce said, curling iron at her head. “We have more stuff than anyone else I know, and our kids are only getting bigger and taking up more space.”

“Babe, I already said okay,” Ryder said, attempting to button up his shirt in front of the mirror. “Let’s get through our Hawaii trip and then we can really be on the market.”

Bryce looked at Ryder struggling to button his shirt and grinned. Sometimes, when she looked at him, she was taken back to being sixteen and infatuated. She was still very much in love with Ryder Okalani, but there was something about that summer of being sixteen and seeing Ryder every morning and every night that got her extra giddy. 

She set down her curling iron and stepped towards him saying, “Here, let me.”

All Bryce wanted to do was rip his shirt off and take him to bed, but instead, she put one of her hands on his bare side and the other on his face. She relevèd and planted a soft kiss right on his lips. 

“What was that for?” He asked. 

“For being damn sexy,” she cooed. Then, she started buttoning his shirt for him. “I’d take you straight to our bed if we didn’t have a kindergarten graduation to be at in thirty minutes.”

“Then after,” Ryder said, giving Bryce that signature Okalani look. The one that made Bryce’s cheeks go pink and a cold sweat run down her back. 

--

Bryce held Shiloh on her hip, and Ryder had Ila. Nora wasn’t too far behind holding Jack’s hand as they skipped through the parking lot together. Jack was absolutely enamored with his Nana, and any time she got with him, Nora took it. Issy was leading the pack, wearing a miss-matched outfit she had picked out herself. Her hair was getting so long and her freckles so dark. She was tall, too. Bryce couldn’t believe that she was already done with kindergarten. 

Once inside the school, there was a table with the school secretary sitting behind. A couple of the kindergarten teachers stood behind her, and Issy took off running, shouting her teacher’s name, “Ms. Woodard!” Ms. Woodard bent down and gave Issy the biggest hug, picking her up. Ryder beamed. 

“Hey Ms. Renèe!” Bryce said to the secretary, signing Issy in on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. 

“Happy Kindergarten Graduation Day!” she responded. “I hope you brought tissues, it’s going to be a real tear jerker.”

“I think I’ve cried all the tears I have, but I’m sure I’ve still got a few in me,” Bryce said. 

“You should have seen her on the first day,” Ryder chuckled. 

Nora made it with Jack, finally, and the three adults and three little ones walked into the cafetorium together. Issy had already been whisked away with the rest of her class. 

Ila reached for Bryce, so she and Ryder traded babies, and then Jack couldn’t see sitting in his seat, so he sat in Nora’s lap but decided that wasn’t good enough, so he cralwed into Ryder’s lap, but Shiloh was sleepy, so he passed her over to Nora, and then Ila started crying for who knows what reason, and then Jack had to go potty, and this was all before the program started. 

But eventually, they got settled in their seats and the lights went up on the little stage with little risers and a big podium. Bryce grabbed Ryder’s hand. Their baby girl was graduating kindergarten. First, the Principal gave a short speech, then the music teacher, and then the children sang two songs. The first was You’ve Got a Friend in Me and the second was Rainbow Connection. Issy sang straight at Jack for all of the first one, and half way through Rainbow Connection, Bryce looked over to see Nora holding back tears and Ryder with the biggest smile on his face. 

After they sang, each teacher called the names of the kids in their class and gave them a certificate. Ms. Woodard spoke into the microphone, “Isabella Kamelei Okalani!” Nora moved and took pictures of Issy for Bryce and Ryder--both of the babies were asleep in their laps by that point. Jack even stood on the chair and waved, “Hi Sissy!” when her name was called. Everyone in the audience giggled. Bryce grabbed a tissue from a stranger and wiped her eyes, Ryder kissed her temple. 

After their names were called, the children were then given awards. Each kid in each class got a different award. Some were funny. Some were sweet. Some were completely made-up. Some kids got two--teachers were required to give everyone an award but the school also had awards to give in each class, though not everyone was going to get one of those. Issy’s name was called and she walked up in here tiny cap and gown, and suddenly, she didn’t look so tall or so old. Bryce saw the five pound baby that was born in September of 2014. Bryce leaned against Ryder for a moment, awestruck that her baby girl was already six and a half. 

Ms. Woodard spoke into a microphone, “Isabella Okalani, how do you feel to be done with Kindergarten?”

“Really good,” Issy said and then had to repeat herself because she had responded before the microphone even left her teacher’s mouth. 

“In our class, we call you Issy, right?” Ms. Woodard asked, and Issy nodded. “Issy, I’ve decided to give you the Friendship Award because you are such a great friend to everyone in our class and everyone outside of our class. You are kind and supportive. You are caring and strong, and you stick up for your friends when they need you to. You are a friend to everyone, and I think that makes you pretty special.”

Bryce was in tears. Ryder couldn’t hold himself together. They were both crying, and Nora was too, recording the whole thing. 

“Thank you,” Issy’s little voice squealed, no microphone needed. 

“But Issy, I’m also going to give you one more award.” 

Bryce gasped. She wasn’t expecting Issy to get two awards. Though why wouldn’t she? She was a great kid after all. 

“Issy, every teacher has to pick a couple of students to give some special awards to, so I’m going to give you the Above and Beyond award.” Ms. Woodard said. Issy covered her mouth with her hands--she was surprised too! “The Above and Beyond Award highlights the student that goes the extra mile in class and out. Choosing who to give this award to was a difficult decision, but I finally chose Issy. Issy has been described as ‘a friend to all’ and ‘the best little helper’ by many teachers in our school. Issy invites other students to play with her, lets everyone have a turn with toys or recess equipment that are in high demand, and cleans up messes that aren’t hers to clean. Issy performed in our talent show, and she joined the Girl Scouts as a Daisy. She’s read every Level K book in our class library, and she has told imaginative stories that she makes up on the spot. As I’ve said, Issy is a friend to everyone, and on the first day of school, she made sure no one felt left out or forgotten about. I will surely miss Isabella in my class, but I know she’s ready for the first grade. So, Issy, I’ve chosen you to be the Above and Beyond Award recipient.”

Bryce was a mess. She tried to cry as quietly as she could and as softly as she could, as to not wake Ila, who sat in her lap, her head on Bryce’s chest. Ryder was in pieces, hiding his face in his hand. Bryce leaned over and pulled his face near to hers. While everyone clapped and Nora took pictures, Ryder whispered, “Your dream is that your kid is a good person. You fear they won’t be, but she is. She’s a really good kid.”

“We raised a good one,” Bryce said, kissing his cheek. They waved at Issy and she waved back. 

Two more classes had awards handed out, they all turned their tassels and sang Make New Friends. Issy hugged her friends and then ran up to Bryce and Ryder. Ryder scooped her up, Nora now holding Shiloh and Ila beginning to wake up. 

“I am so proud of you,” Bryce cooed and kissed Issy. 

“Thanks,” she wiggled her head, handing all three papers to Bryce. “Can we go get ice cream now?” And the family laughed. Of course they were getting ice cream. How could they not celebrate their girl?

Later that night, while they were in bed, Bryce was thinking about Jack and his future kindergarten graduation. Ryder must’ve been thinking about it too because out of no where he said, “Jack’s not getting any special award is he?”

“Hell no,” Bryce said. “I love the boy, but he may have to repeat the grade.”

Ryder chuckled, “Poor kid.”

And Bryce giggled too. 

A perfect day with her perfect family. She never imagined life could be so beautiful, and she was really glad she stuck around for it. 

#self para #sp #para #p

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Episode 2:A Wild One in Every Generation of Women

Hello, I’m Matthew. This is In Momorium, a punnily named podcast about grief.

On this episode, we’re going to learn more about Debbie’s background by listening to her talking about her grandmother and then her mother. There are some digressions on mom’s part and some interruptions from me, both in 2009 and today.

A quick disclaimer, this recording was initially meant as notes for a writing project, and there are a lot of irritating background noises, including an obnoxious lovebird and some banging noises. I’ve cleaned it up as best I can, and it gets vastly better around the two-minute mark. There are some digressions on Mom’s part and some interruptions from me in 2009 and today, so please stick with us.

Now in her own words, here’s Debbie telling a tale of my two favorite mean old ladies.

 “Ninny was born on a farm near Paul’s Valley either 1904 or 1906 I don’t remember but she was born before Oklahoma became a state, it was still Indian Territory, and her daddy was a rancher, and her mother had a millinery shop, she made and sold hats, so Ninny always really liked hats, she always wore hats… So, um, her dad’s name was Lloyd, her mother’s name was Natti, her name was Cincinnati, and they called her Nattie, or Nat. and she had a uh, her older sister Alma, was the oldest and then she was the second child… and her father really wanted a son, and because the boys didn’t start coming until after Ila was born, he kind of made granny his boy, and they called her Bill or Billikins, although her name was Ila Inez, and she got out and rode horses and branded horses and raised hell and beat the hell out of all her brothers, and subsequently a good many of her husbands… She had six brothers and a younger sister.  

 Alma had two daughters, she had Magdalene and Lena Mae, and Magdalene was my hero, I always wanted to grow up and be like Magdalene, and I thought Magdalene was so tall, and as an adult I was way more than a head taller than Magdalene. There was a wild one in every generation of women, Ninny was the wild one in her generation, then Magdalene was the wild one in her generation, I was the wild one in my generation, then Audra was wild, now I guess Courtney is catching up, so something is happening to the generations.   

Granny lived at the farm, grew up at the farm, and left as soon as she could. She married Floyd (Charles Floyd Rushing) and they’d had Indianola when Ila was 18 or 19, I don’t remember. My mother lived with her dad and her grandmother, because Ila took off, she decided she didn’t want to be married anymore, and when Indianola was about three, she just left and left her there with her dad and her grandma, and lived the life of a flapper, she had all kind of neat stories about all these scrapes she was in, and these adventures that she had, she went from one end of the country to the other end of the country. Granny was, claimed to married 17 times, and I don’t recall her ever having gotten a divorce, but back then, I guess, If you were gonna party with her, you had to marry her, so she was married a whole bunch of times.       She would come and live with us for a while, then she and mother would get crosswise and so she’d pack her stuff up and she’d go away, then she’d come back. When I was small, mother worked in Doctor’s offices, and had to leave me at a nursery, and I never did like the nurseries and for whatever reason I would become annoyed with the nursery people, and then I would call my grandmother, who would come and get into a cuss fight with the people that owned the nursery, and get me thrown out and they wouldn’t take me back, but granny wouldn’t keep me, so she just would come and break me out of the nurseries and mother would have to find another nursery, so I went to a lot of nurseries when I was little …     Ninny owned restaurants and boarding houses, she always talked about being an “ole restrunt woman” and I remember one time when I was probably nine or ten years old, mother worked at the cigarette counter at a drug store at Jones-Balou drugstore that was at Britton road and May avenue… So granny picked me up after school and took me up to the drug store where mother worked, and was gonna buy me a hamburger, and they had a lunch counter that only was built up about half way, so that you could see the people sitting in the booths and you could see behind the area where they cooked, where the grill was, it was open, and we ordered my hamburger and I’m sittin’ there, and, granny hops up and says “You nasty son of a bitch you’re not cook a hamburger that I’m gonna by god eat!” and so she gets up and gets behind the counter and makes our hamburgers, and during that time, everybody in the store is running back there to get a look, because when she said that, she said it loud enough for them to hear it from down the block. And I was probably as mortified as I have ever been; I wanted to slink down out the booth and into the floor, that’s one of my most embarrassing moments. 

 But Granny was full of embarrassing moments; she would always do really strange things. She didn’t care who was around when she did, and some people thought that was her charm.    

“What about when your mother was little?” … She grew up on the farm, and “had to walk a mile to school with a potato in her pocket to keep her warm on her way to school and then it was her lunch” and when she was six, her dad remarried, and she never liked her step-mother, she thought her step-mother was just horrible, but I thought she was really nice. Bertha. The last I heard, she was still alive, and she’s 93 or 94. And with Bertha, Floyd had three more children, he had Willis Andrew, and Willy Calvin, and the daughter who was the youngest, was named Lila Clementine, when Lila married, she married a fellow named Bill Tinpenny, so her name was Lila Clementine Rushing Tinpenny, because of that, they called her “Sis” ...  They used to go all the time to the farm when Joey and Janice were little, I remember being drug down there a time or two, but I was always the city cousin that come visitin’ and all the little country cousins would make fun of because I didn’t want to roll around in the cow shit, and I was afraid of all the farm animals, and when we went down there I always stayed as close as I could to Bertha, because I didn’t want to be aggravated by all those other people. By the time I was ten or 12 years old, I put my foot down and said “I am no longer going to the farm” and I didn’t. The last time I went was when grandpa passed away…     

   When mother was 13, she made up her mind that her mother needed her, that she needed to go and live with her mother, and so she did. Living with her kind of consisted of them being “on the road”, they’d hitchhike one place then another or they’d go on the train, and there was a lady whose name was “Boots” she was married to uncle Gus at one time, now Marilyn wasn’t Gus’s child, but he was the stepfather she was the closest to, she was real fond of him and she kept in touch. They kinda ran with mother and granny for a while, the lived in Colorado for a while, they lived a few places.  Ninny and Boots Stayed buddies even though boots didn’t stay married to Gus.

Her first husband was Joe. She either got married at 14 and had Janice at 15, or married at 15 and Janice at 16. Mother had become sexually active and Granny pushed her into marrying Joe. She always contended that she didn’t love Joe, but between Joe and Granny, Granny was afraid she’d get pregnant and then Granny would be stuck having to raise the kids. So she coerced and urged her and kinda forced her into marrying Joe.

“Where’d she find him at?”

He grew up in Lindsay; they were all in Lindsay, that’s where Mother grew up. And, uh, I guess he was a Fuller brush man or something and he would come and visit her and bring her candy bars and sit on the porch and they would spark. But they got married and in the beginning, I know, she only stayed with him for maybe 10 year, 11 years, something like that. There were several times he beat the hell out of her. He beat her up one time when she was pregnant. And of course he was real demeaning. In order to keep her under his thumb, he was all “You know, nobody is gonna want you, and you’re stupid, and the only kinda job you’ll ever be able to get is slinging’ hash somewhere, you’re fat and dumb and ugly..” and all those kind of things. 

She went to work when Joey and Janice were in school. For a time she worked at Jackson Cookie Company, there was a cookie factory that was right by the house and she worked there. Then she went to work at the Capitol. She had made her mind up that she was ready to get loose from Joe about the time she got this job, and uh, she went out and got him an apartment and helped him get his linens and his dishes and all the things he was gonna need and packed his ass up and moved him out. 

Mother was quite a looker- I never saw that, but apparently she was extremely attractive when she was young. She had the real Lana Turner, kinda voluptuous sweater girl type of figure. I saw a picture of an office Christmas party when she was young, and the women were sitting along a sectional couch, and the men were standing behind the couch to pose for this picture, and every single one of the men were clearly, visibly ogling mother, and the other women they weren’t even looking at.

One time, Mother, we had a little friend I had fallen in love with when I was real small that worked as a soda jerk at the neighborhood drug store. That was a real popular place to go when I was young, that was where people would go to the lunch counters or go there for ice cream or sodas. This characters name was Wally, and he was crazy about Janice, and I was crazy about him. He carried me around on his shoulders and let me get back behind the bar of the drug store. Mother was sitting at the counter with, uh, somebody, and this guy came up to her and said “Lady, are you leavin’ pretty soon? Are you gonna be here for a minute?” and she said that she was. So he come back a little while later dragging this little girl, and drug his little sister clear over to the counter to see Mama, and told her to “Say hello to the purty lady!” and that’s a line we always used for everybody...

And she worked, and Mother, bless her heart, got involved with an awful lot of men who were married, and their wives never did understand em, and they were always gonna leave their wives and come and marry her, and they never did. 

After she passed away, I was always real close to Magdalene but I had spent a lot of time on the phone with her as mother was ill and when she died. Magdalene told a story about some guy they had known when they were young, and he lived out in the area where she lived, and she had gotten reacquainted with him, they talked, and they’d go out to dinner... by this time Magdalene was in her late 60s and so was this guy... and the guy had asked her to marry him, they were thinking about getting married. During one of their conversations he happened to mention that one of the most memorable afternoons of his lifetime was a rainy day that he was in a motel room above Kachi’s dance studio with Indianola. I guess Magdalene knew that he knew mother, but didn’t know that he knew mother quite that intimately. After that she broke it off with him, wouldn’t talk to him no more, wouldn’t have nothing to do with him, and obviously didn’t marry him.

Mother was real busy, and of course, back then women didn’t have, they didn’t get divorced as a general rule, and Mother and Granny both entertained quite frequently. Joey and Janice were embarrassed and shamed by the neighbors who had known Joe, and knew that they were married, and would keep track of the cars that would be spending the night with mother, and they’d asked the kids when they caught them out alone, you know, “Who was that that spent the night?”

Mother was real busy with her, uh, dance card.”

Next time on In Momorium, things take a darker turn as Debbie tells some family legends involving kidnapping, murder for hire, and murder for incestuous necrophilia.