#im happy with the choices i made just not the price of them.

[bitchfitch]

i went to buy tile for the bathroom today, and i will admit i have some Niche tastes apparently, but i had gone to a big box store with the samples i got from them months ago, and what used to be a 5 dollar a sqft tile was now 17 $ a sqft. The Uber cheap tile i had picked out because it was like, 90¢ a sqft? discontinued and replaced with a nearly identical 3$ a sqft variety.

I changed my plans and got different tiles but i still had to spend almost twice as much as i had originally budgeted for (and had to drive to another town to get them) and the Entire time i was there i was thinking about my special hand painted and imported Talavera tiles I'd bought a few square feet of months ago for the little niche inlet, and the fact that those were now only 3$ a square foot more expensive than the shit land lord grade subway tiles id gone to the store for today.

economy bad.

#anyways i like #need a shower i can use regularly and need this fucking reno to be over #so i couldn't not get tile today #im happy with the choices i made just not the price of them. #Id been saving up for a few months to buy my mother the tank shes been wanting for a few years as her #birthday/mothersday/every other holiday and special occasion that falls in that same 1 week period bc by god there's many #so i just skimmed off that and am crossing my fingers that my dad/aunts are actually going to come through with their portion #like im not struggling super hard rn and ive spent this entire year stashing what i can for the new place bc i need out of here #but fuck man thats hurting a bit rn #first world problems i know. ill have a guilt spiral about bitching about this while i try to sleep tonight dont you worry about that

[iridescentpull]

Okay so I managed to find Fit's vod from when Pac got the pills, and holy shit the lines that were dropped made me combust and cry. Have some of their lines that made me go insane: (pac) (fit) (tubbo)

"Do you even remember why you took the pills in the first place?"

"Because it was my only choice."

---

"I know youre still in there. I need you to remember."

"I don't want to."

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"Everything passes Fit, everything passes."

"But Pac, sometimes a start and a finish is not our choice to make. Sometimes fate brings us in different directions."

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"If you cant help yourself, how am i supposed to help you? This isnt you."

"But i am the new and improved Pac."

"I want the old Pac."

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"I have to wait for Forever to wake up so I can see Richas."

"But you are equal parts his father no? You should be allowed to visit Richas whenever you want."

"I cant. *I cant*. I have to do what Forever and Cucurucho told me."

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"Im learning- Im learning."

"What are you learning Pac?"

"Im learning that happiness has a price, and its kind of worth it."

---

"Remember Pac. Antidote. You want to make an antidote for forever."

"I cant Fit! I cant! Its not up to me!"

---

"Did you even try?"

"I- I did for a little while, but i couldnt find it. I couldn't- maybe I dont deserve it. Theres no way- i dont know how to undo the antidote."

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"Sorry Tubbo- im not a scientist like you or Mike. Im just pretending."

---

"I cant do it, I dont want to be kidnapped again, I dont want to go to prison."

"Thats not gonna happen Pac, trust me."

"But its gonna happen! It happened with my friends, with my sons, why wouldnt it happen to me? Im the weakest of them all."

---

"I dont want to be that guy. I dont want to be that guy from yesterday."

"Whats wrong with that guy? He was the best guy."

"Maybe that guy looked good, but only on the outside. Inside I wasn't. I was trying to go with the flow, but i was losing it. I was losing my mind."

#fitpac #pactw #qsmp pac #fitmc #qsmp fit #tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #qsmp happy pills #morning crew #hideduo #honestly fit and pacs confrontation was so fucking angsty #pac acted his ass put in that part #man cooked hard

[bowieandqueen11]

Mr. Spooktacular / Jimmy McGill Imagine

Request: GIRLLLL YOU WRITE FOR BETTER CALL SAUL???? IM ABSOLUTELY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT'S UP IM DYING!!!! i would like to request something for Halloween with jimmy but idk what, something fluffy up to you! dealers choice! im so excited to see how you write him ♥️♥️

This is such a lovely request and I’ve made it so stupid @offbrand-slasher​ I’m so sorry I just feel like he’d be the type of guy to love dressing up to answer the door lmao ily!!

(I do not own Better Call Saul or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @santavenganza.)

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

‘Mwahahah, have a spooktacular Halloween! And don’t forget kids, to tell your lovely nanas and bobos where to come for some treats that don’t look like they’ve been shot out from a Chocolate Factory....’ 

Jimmy’s voice trails out as the kids recede down the outer apartment block stairs, shaking their pumpkin buckets in their hands to try and suss how many sweets they bagged this time; his smile finally drops as the last bit of mummy toilet paper disappears over the pavement, and he rubs his chin contemplatively as he turns  and shuts the door, once again, behind him. It takes him a moment to realise he’s managed to wipe off half of the gaudy cream ‘Dracula-esque’ makeup off his chin (as he had sardonically called it when he picked the half-price tube off the drug store shelf on your joint way back from the office that afternoon). When he sees it smeared across his fingers, he whines in exasperation and makes you chortle as he begins to try and wipe it off onto the bin bag looking cape he’s tied across his shoulders.

Pulling his fake teeth out, he points over to where you’re lounging on the couch, half-caught in a stretched yawn by his wagging pointer finger. ‘What, exactly, are you laughing at? I hope it’s not my stunning outfit - this thing cost me nearly twenty bucks, but I think it was worth it.’ He finishes his sad scan over his cheap nylon trousers and fake blood stained frilled shirt with a small smile and ostentatious flick back of his gelled hair. ‘At least it’s got great re-use value: I’ll be able to wear it into HHM next week and still look more sprightly than Howard does.’

You shake your head with as much indignation on Hamlin’s behalf as you can, but Jimmy still smiles and comes shimmying his shoulders towards you. Pressing the palm of your hand to your lips, you try to stop the snorting laugh from busting out as Jimmy drops the near empty candy bowl on the table and kneels down to start dumping freshly opened bags of hard sweets into its depths. Bless his heart, he looks so happy, so childlike and innocent again as he meticulously opens the plastic and grins at the way the sweets fall between his fingers. He’s humming gently to himself, an old country tune his father often used to listen to in the small store shop when Autumn time began to roll around the dusty grounds; when the two of them used to stay late after closing shop to huddle on overturned milk crates in the middle of the shop floor and choose a bag of sweets to share after the Halloween sales were over again for the year. Back in the days when Chuck used to roll up punctiliously after his extra evening classes and be glad to see Jimmy enjoying himself through the store window, sighing sweet relief as he perched down next to his brother and stayed there until the sun would begin to flood over the heads of the golden cornfields and blind his tired eyes.

He blinks back to himself, not realising he had been staring down at his hands for the past thirty seconds, when you gently kick your bare feet against the expanse of his back. He looks behind him, rising up to kneel between your knees and waiting, tenderly and expectantly and as if he had all the time in the world to just gaze and admire you, for you to speak. 

‘You know’, you start ‘it wasn’t even the outfit. It was the fact that they were literal nine year olds you were shouting elder law rhetoric at, Jimmy.’ You affectionately run your hand over his greased up hair, and appreciate the way his shoulders shiver as his head leans back to follow your touch.

‘Phhh’, he waves a hand, and quickly uses it to grab your retreating wrist and place it back on top of his head, like a lonely puppy just begging for someone to show him love. You run your finger down the shell of his ear, teasingly pulling at the lobe as he watches you with eyes wide enough to store all the burning love of the universe within, before snaking your hand into his shirt pocket and nicking one of the candy bars he had slotted in there to eat later. He bats his plastic cape behind him with a twisted frown, which soon falls into a pleading pout as he watches you unwrap and take a bite out of his caramel bar.

‘One: trust me, it’s never too early to get legal advice. They’ll be old people too one day! And trust me, Jimmy McGill will be a family brand for years to come - name up in lights kind of thing. Two: I think you’ll find... that was mine.’

‘Too bad, now it belongs to me.’

You take another bite and chew obnoxiously extravagantly, moaning after each swallow and pretending not to notice the way Jimmy’s eyes rove over your face with a flash of irk and clouding adamant awe. He comes scrambling towards you, crawling on his hands and knees until he’s levered himself up onto the sofa beside you. For a while, it’s peaceful: Jimmy lowers your head onto your shoulder, careful to turn his cheek so the makeup is just lingering above your skin. You wrap your arms tightly around his midriff and squeeze, and Jimmy snorts out a deep breath as he settles back to rest against your chest, the heavy weight in his chest flowing out of his body and bustling away to linger in the dark shadows that cut across the corners of the room, just slight out of the edge of his vision. He turns his head back towards the light: towards you, and tries to focus again on the double bill of horror movie that begins to roll to a close on the cable tv. 

Yet he can’t help himself. It takes less than ten minutes for his focus to wander, for his mind to claw its way back up to you, and the tilt of his head further up your neck soon follows. Like the soft moonlight dying away under the douse of the raging sun, he peers up at you from behind hooded, love struck eyes and just watches the flickers of black and white dance over your face. Without even batting an eye, you lower the half-eaten chocolate bar to his lips and shove it into his mouth so he can share a bite.

Your reverie is broken by the sharp sound of another trick or treater knocking fervently at the door.

‘Ooh, there’s the next lot to fall victim to my-’, he stops as he jumps out of your arms and spins round to face you, wiping the fake teeth back off the table and shoving them into his mouth. With an exaggerated comical baring of his teeth and raised eyebrows at you, he holds out his arms loosely in front of his chest and pretends to take small tip toe steps towards you. ‘The victims of my sharp wit and dashing legal pricing.’

‘You know, when you walk around like that you look more like a zombie than a vampire.’

He drops his arms, ignoring the sound of bustling, giggling footsteps marching around on the small veranda outside the door, and the constant ringing of the front bell. Scrambling towards you like a rat being bashed at with a brush, he launches: tickling your sides until you’re begging for him to stop.

‘You know, you’ve just lost your cuddling privileges for the night.’

#better call saul #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #better call saul imagine #jimmy mcgill imagine #saul goodman imagine #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman x reader #halloween #halloween imagine #bob odenkirk #breaking bad #breaking bad imagine #jimmy mcgill fluff #saul goodman fluff #bcs #bcs imagine #better call saul fluff

[cloudysarts]

please please tell us about rick and morty x-33 i fell in love with them instantly

GLADLY!!!!! aughhgh im SO glad people want to know about them i wanted to talk about them so bad!!! i have 300 million ideas. Ill give you the highlights <3 and a couple old sketches!!! under the cut so i dont clutter the tag TOO much :p

I saw someone mention their dimensional code in the tags and that was not an accident!!!! i DID pick x33 JUST bc it looks like a cute little emoticon <333 it went through a bunch of variants before i landed on that one and it was the right choice i think

Rick x33 didnt LIVEE on the citadel but he did work there!! up until it was destroyed ofc :P he runs what is basically a knockoff hot topic called “Bloody Morty” (like bloody mary <3). 

The tagline for the bloody morty  is “Memento Morty” which is. also a pun skldfhksd. The phrase it comes from, Memento Mori, is “remember death” or “death remembers” in latin, which colloquially translates to “Don’t take anything for granted.” the pun is obviously just a play on words, but its also sort of a reminder to ricks on the citadel. It would mean “remember morty” or “morty remembers” or,,,, “Don’t take Morty for granted” :]

He is a terrible business man and WILL price everything based on how much he likes you personally. You’re a Morty who wandered in to buy something behind your Rick’s back? It’s on the house, don’t even worry about it. You’re a Rick who dragged his Morty in here by the arm after yelling at him outside? Fuck you. This single pin is now thirty dollars.

Flesh Curtains Era Rick x33 ALSO had very wild fashion. As did the whole band honestly. Back then, though, Rick used to dye his hair like once a week. It was always a new color. He would paint Squanchy’s fur/BP’s feathers with the dye, too, so they all had a fun new look for every show!! When he went blue, though, he switched brands, and didn’t notice until AFTER dying his hair/dying Squanchy and Bp’s fur/feathers, that this dye was made to last…forever. It BECOMES your natural hair color. You could shave your head and it would grow back blue. He could dye on top of it, but ever since then he’d pretty much exclusively stayed blue, and BP/Squanchy now have permanent dye patterns in their feathers and fur long after growing out of their Phases

Speaking of BP, Rick x33 has the same little badge on a necklace that BP has on his collar. I like to think he gave him that necklace at Blood Ridge <3

Rick also has a yellow locket! This is to match Morty’s teal felt heart on his chest. They’re wearing each others colors!

Morty’s earrings look like Fleeb!! :3 

Morty does a lot of graphic design work for the store, since he knows what Morty’s like and this store is mostly for them :P lots of “”cringey”” unlicensed merch for things like FNAF and Warrior Cats are in here :3

Morty also spends a lot of time watching/making AMV’s or edits and such <3 Even drawing!!

Morty is very social and gets along super well with other Morty’s :] He likes to hang around the citadel and make kandi and rainbow loom with all the friends he makes. You’ll run into a lot of Morty’s with ‘memento morty’ spelled out in beads on their bracelets. Its like his version of a ‘best friends’ necklace for every morty hes ever befriended!

Morty x33 is very well liked by other Morty’s on the Citadel. Most Morty’s like Rick x33 too!! Not true for other Rick’s though. If they don’t OUTRIGHT HATE rick x33, they probably at least think he’s annoying as fuck

Rick and Diane x33 met at a rave <3

WAHGHJHKSDFHJKL OKAY ive gotta cut myself off i could literally ramble hcs about them all day :PPPP THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK im so happy that people like them and are interested in them bc i love them so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really appreciate it o((>ω< ))o here’s some little bonus doodles of them that i happened to have on hand!!!!!!!

pr*ship/c*mship dni please!!

#Rick and Morty #Rick and Morty ocs #Rick Sanchez X-33 #Rick Sanchez X33 #Morty Smith X-33 #Morty Smith X33 #Rick X-33 #Rick X33 #Morty X-33 #Morty X33 #Scene Rick #Scene Morty #Scene Rick Sanchez #Scene Morty Smith #rnm #ram #THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE ASK WAHHHHJKSDLFHJKSDHJKL they make me so happy i love drawin gthem and thninking about them

[seelestia]

YEEE NPNP!! college was nervewracking ngl (still is), at least when i started last year august iirc? but yeah! do you know what major you want? alas i cannot chill as much as i used to smh

heheh fr tho >:3 i think the fontaine arc was really well written and went into more depth (get it? depth? waters? ok i'll stop now) and because of how much lore we were given since it seems to be more complex ngl. as for myself, i'm sticking albedo and lyney under the microscope so i can understand them both better

especially albedo. i'd very much like to pick his brain the same way i wanna pick my boyfriend's- coughs

HEJSJD THE WAY I STARTED SMILING AFTER READING THE HCS,,needed that ngl cuz i've been stressed a lot. but i think bedo would be the kind of person who'd do that and create an artificial flower and then name it after me hehehe

but hey, who's to say wanderer wouldn't leave you a flower someplace where you can find it? just a small and sweet gesture and will very most likely deny it (and fails) when you tease him for it mwehehhe i can be devious too ya know or maybe even ayato leaves you a little present like a bracelet or hair accessory after a long day of work

AND NOO ITS OK I LOVE LISTENING TO UR RAMBLES TOO /gen /pos

actually yea i do have some new vibedo trivia! we've officially become engaged and he was the one who proposed first <3 that and he has a tendency to call me "sweet violet" since its an actual flower as well hehe. and tysm!! i'm honestly just doing my best to stay happy since my irl bedo is like very complementary to my personality if that makes sense? like he tends to wear darker clothing, i tend to wear a lot of pastels kinda thing. and so far, we're doing rlly good! sure there are some challenges we're dealing with now but im doing my best to stay positive ^^

also me being 20 ew. somehow i'm still being referred as old sheesh

ok im done rambling now im passing the mic to u hehe /lh

ah, truly. the price of education = freedom to chill !!! 😔 but alas, life is a ongoing journey with hurdles (and i happen to not be an athlete /j). currently, i have my eyes on a social science major atm! so i can hopefully pursue psychology :3 but my second choice is english bcs i cannot stray from the path of linguistics and literature no matter how much i tried /pos. ALSOSOSO if you don't mind, can you tell me more abt what you do in your course? i did my research on google but i think it cannot compare to someone with the actual experience™ ++ i'm just a curious cat and want to enable your rambles hehe <3 /lh

THE PUN, HELP. i agree, the fontaine quest deffo made some waves when it ended. OH I SEE!!! at first glance, i thought i could find a similarity between albedo and lyney (finding vi's type: a reality show jkjk we all already know it's albedo /hj) but the longer i looked, the more i questioned myself 😭 i do think that both of them are deeper than what people credit them for tho! albedo with his knowledge of khemia.... and lyney with his burdens as the next 'father'..... ooOOooO. some emphasis for now on lyney bcs of the 4.6 trailer that just dropped! DID YOU SEE IT YET VI 👁️ (but dw, i understand if you had no time / busy with college!) { the comment abt picking your bf's brain LMAO would he let you?? oh, truly, love is blind 🤭 /lh }

always happy to provide you with hcs!!! my brain buzzes with possibilities all the time && one of the things i love most abt selfships is analyzing how different personalities come together to form habits / idiosyncrasies / love languages of their own. like how albedo conjures up an artificial flower bcs he is simply reminded of his sweet violet — that is special and unique to you in a way. it's vv beautiful, i think!!

AND HSHDHWHSH. THE HCS??? vi, i cannot convey how much i appreciate you. i haven't indulged in my selfships for some time since i didn't have time to be active - so this made me SOSOSO happy aaaaaa!!! but wanderer definitely has left some flowers for me before bcs who else? i suggested the possibility of another suitor and he knocked me on the head (softly) YOWCHHH but hey, at least he admitted it was him! :3c and 'yato.... aghhhhh this man. he leaves a hairpin out in the open but tells me “not to touch it until he gets home” just so he can put it on me himself. he derives joy from seeing me hold back from snatching that thing up myself. meanie /j

AWWW THAT'S SO CUTE!! you two are the apt presentation of “opposites attract”. and i'm glad! i only have average experience with relationships but i think everyone agrees that a relationship isn't sunshine and rainbows all the time. that's as natural as our having good days and bad days in a week. i think what matters is how you both deal with them - and i believe in you & your bf! you're a good egg and ik your bf is too, so do what you both know is best <3 (forgive me if i sound like a grandma here /j BUT hooray to vi and irl albedo! my new fav couple yesyesyes)

#not sure why people think 20 is old... that's like the prime of your life!! #who cares abt them!!! live your life like you're forever young i say 🫂🫂 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest vi! 🍡 #selfships! 🧸 #<- a new tag bcs selfships deserve a tag of its own <33

[buckybraneslover111]

Trust No One p.10 - B.B.

warnings: violence with a gun and knife, blood, death, fluff, angst, dark!bucky, dark!steve

word count: 1,455

a/n: this chapter is short but i promise the next one is longerrr:)

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"Hey, you're awake." Bucky said smiling, "Now i know what you are thinking? how did you end up in the hospital? actually it's a crazy story and i'll tell you what happened. So after you stabbed y/n and ran off, Sam had just put a new tracker in your car so i could see where you went. Funny thing is, you've been going to go see Los Zetas ever since my uncle died. so then i started to question, why? why would you out of all people, go and visit my uncles old gang? Then i got some intel from the guys over there and they said you've been feeding them information about my next move on my drugs coming in!" he chuckled, "it's crazy to me how you out of all people, the one person i trusted the most with everything would go behind my fucking back and give my competition my drug intel." he shook his head chuckling, "God, you are so stupid Steve. and then after everything i've done for you, taking you in after your parents died, taking you under my wing, you go and kill my girlfriend. the one person that made me happy, you killed her. you stabbed her and killed her and my fucking unborn child."

Steve looked at him and he was shaking. he was in bad shape, two black eyes, bandages on his nose,  his arms and feet were tied to the bed, he looked around and saw he was in Bucky’s basement tied to a hospital bed, "B-Bucky I-I..." Bucky interrupted him by stabbed him in the leg. he screamed and groaned.

"One rule Steve, one rule. Don't fuck with me and now look at you. Helpless and worthless." he pulled the knife out and stabbed his other leg as Steve yelped in pain, tears rolling down his face. "i didn't think it would come down to this, but you leave me no choice. an eye for an eye my friend." he pulls the knife out and Steve breathes heavily sobbing.

"P-Please Bucky! I-I'm s-so-sorry!" he looked at him with pleading eyes. "I-Im sorry Bucky! Please don't do t-this!"

"It's to late for apologies, you made your bed, now you have to lay in it." Bucky takes the knife and stabs him in the stomach. Steve coughs up blood and groans.

"Buc-Bucky! Please!" he gasps for air, "Please don't!" Bucky twists the knife in him and pushes it in deeper. Steve gasps again for air as Bucky pulls the knife out. Steve coughs up blood as he is bleeding out.

"I trusted you Steve and you failed me. Now you have to pay the price." Bucky grabbed his gun by the bed and shot Steve in the heart twice. Steve died instantly, his body going limp in the bed. Bucky had no emotions on his face. he just killed his best friend. He grabbed a towel and wiped the blood off of his face and hands. he walked upstairs putting the gun in his back pocket. He opened the door and looked at Sam, "Get rid of the body and the hospital bed. The trash company will be here soon. Tell them to take everything." he put his leather jacket on and his sunglasses. "I'll call you when we land." he walked to the door and grabbed his duffle bag and walked out to the taxi cab that was waiting for him. he put the bag in the backseat and got in the back as the taxi drove off.

...

Bucky was waiting at the plane terminal. He had his duffle bag on the chairs as he was looking around for someone. He sighed and looked down at his phone, 'no new text messages'. He ran his hand through his hair until he felt a hand tap his shoulder. He turned around and smiled big, "You made it. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." you said as you smiled at him.

"I'm sorry about you losing the baby, i wish i could have stopped him." he sighed looking down.

"Its fine baby we didn't know he was going to do that, but we are together now." you smiled a little. When Steve stabbed you in the stomach, he cut the umbilical core which killed the baby instantly because that is the source of the all the food and air the baby needs. When you were rushed to the hospital, they had to remove the baby from your stomach from the wound that was created. You survived but sadly your baby didn't.

~Flashback.

After they stitched you up and gave you pain medicine, you turned the nurse and asked her to send in your friend Sam who brought you to the hospital. Sam walked in and you looked at him, "I need a favor Sam."

"Yeah sure anything y/n." he nodded.

You got up and started getting dressed in your normal clothes, "I need help to fake my death." you turned and looked at him.

"Okay, how can i help?" he nodded.

"I just paid the doctor to go and tell Bucky that me and the baby died. I need Bucky to believe it long enough for my plan to work." You put on Sam’s hoodie that he handed to you to cover your blood stained shirt, "I'm going to a safe house, ill send you the address from a burner phone. This plan needs to work in order to get me and Bucky out of here safely."

...

After Bucky was told you and the baby passed, he was broken. Completely broken. He lost you and the baby forever. Sam brought Bucky home and helped him upstairs as he was still a broken crying mess. He laid him in bed and Bucky passed out because he was so tired from crying. Sam walked out of the room as his phone rang, he answered it, "Hello?"

"Hey its y/n. Are you at the house yet?"

"Yeah Bucky just got into bed."

"Okay good. I need you to go into the spare bedroom down the hall. In the closet is a shoebox, it has a note for Bucky and his passport and a bunch of cash and fake ids. I need you to give that to him when he wakes up." Sam did exactly that and looked at the stuff in the box.

"When did you have all of this planned?"

"I've had this planned for months, just in case something were to happened to either one of us, i knew we would have an escape plan. Bucky doesn't know about it, but you have to have him read the note, then tell him to meet me at the airport tomorrow night at 9:30pm, thats when our flight leaves."

"Where are you guys going?" he sighed.

"The less you know the better. It doesn't matter where we are going, all that matters is me and Bucky need to leave before they find out i faked my death."

"Who's they? Y/N whats going on?" he frowned.

"Steve was working for Los Zetas, getting intel back to them about Bucky’s drug shipments. You know once Bucky finds Steve, he is going to torture and kill him even though he will know that i am alive, but he needs to get rid of Steve."

"Still doesnt explain why you need to fake your death."

"Because, im the one who found out that Steve was going back and forth from Los Zetas. One of the members saw me, i know he saw me. So if they find out that im alive and Steve died for nothing, they are going to come after me and Bucky. So please, I need you to give him that box."

"Okay okay, ill give him that box."

"Thank you Sam. Ill talk to you soon."

~End flashback~

"Attention everyone, flight 2439 to Sydney, Australia is boarding now, please make your way to gate 12." they announced over the intercom.

"Thats us baby." Bucky smiled as he grabbed your hand in one hand and his duffle bag in the other. You smiled holding his hand and followed him as you both boarded the plane. Once you found your seats and he put your bag and his bag in the over head compartment , he sat down next to you and kissed your cheek, "Finally, we can get some peace and quiet."

"I know, we can finally relax and not have to look over our shoulders anymore. We can actually enjoy life, maybe start a family again." you grabbed his hand smiling. You leaned in and kissed him as he kissed you back.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours looking in your eyes, "I am so happy im with you. I love you so much y/n."

You looked back into his and smiled, "I love you so much Bucky." as the plane took off, you both sighed in relief. Your lives were changing for the better. No one killing, no one fighting, just you and Bucky together. Living happy lives with each other. Not having to worry about anything anymore. You've been waiting for this moment, a moment of peace.

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[babeczka415]

Eternal Love: Chapter 8

—- 3 years later—-

I wake up to the spot in bed empty. This has become normal. We have talked about moving in together but with the engagement, life, and work for both of us it has been two hectic to add that to both our plates.

You seen I've known him since Hannah was found. When i came out to see Jake that first time I also had a meeting with him. Did I think almost five years later him and I would be engaged? Hell no!!! I was crazy about one man, the hacker of our group. I hear a little giggle from myself as I think those words.

The saying really is true 'one small event can change your life years from now.'

I pull myself out of bed and decide to spend my day off cleaning and getting some wedding planning done. I have been thankful of everyone accepting this man into the group but I can't ask any of them for help when I don't even know what I want yet. Plus we all agreed later to go to the Aurora. It has been a while since we all got together so its much needed. 

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After all day cleaning and wedding planning. I hear my phone go off with a text from my fiancee. I look and it states he's stuck at work and wont be able to make it tonight. I sigh but its something I've gotten use to with him. As its a chill autumn night I grab a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite comfy boots, a lightweight button down shirt and my leather jacket. 

I decide to leave the car and just take the five minute walk there. I figured I can call him or hang at the Aurora until I sober up enough to walk home. 

The walk is pleasant with the cold air nipping at my face. This leather jacket was well worth the price, im almost a little too warm in it but I leave it on. As I walk up to the Aurora I see Jessy, Alex, Dan and Lily. I couldn't be more happy for Jessy. After the mine I never thought she would find love but she did with Alex when we went to Colville for a girls weekend and after a while he moved to Duskwood. Dan and Lilly finally made it official. Now I just have to find someone for Cleo. I giggle as I walk up and Dan is the first one to hug me.

You see him and I both thought it was going to be weird after we broke up but our friendship blossomed and I would not want to be someone that hurts me. He had proven it one night with Phil when we were all drinking and they got into a fight over me.

We head inside and grab drinks from the new bartender Phil has to help him out and grab our booth. We sit there laughing and joking around the five of us when I look up and I see him. He came with Hannah and Thomas but he's here and Lily didn't tell me.

My head snaps to her and she looks away. "You could have told me'' I raise my voice a little higher than I should.

"It shouldn't matter you are engaged" she states back holding her own.

Dan leans back and lets this unravel. I just glare at her. The three of them join us as we wait for Cleo who shows up just little bit later. I see her look at Jake but she doesnt know who is he.

I stand up and down my drink. I get another one and head to the pool table. I'm frustrated, someone could of told me he was back. Why is he not covering his face? I shouldn't care though. I look at my left hand and remind myself I have a fiancee. One that never walked away from me in the middle of the night but dang it hurts seeing him.

I feel someone lean against the pool table. I look up expecting Dan or Jessy but no I'm met with his blue eyes. I notice he looks down at my left hand and I see the sadness in his eyes.

"Congratulations, MC. Who is the lucky man? I know its not Dan and you haven't spoken a word to Phil I hear." His voice soft only loud enough for me and him.

I take a sip of my drink. I had wanted that ring by him but no. He choice to leave me. "Alan Bloomgate" I start trying to fake a smile.

"I wasn't expecting that. I do want to say I'm sorry" he looks me in the eyes.

"Jake you're the one that walked away and told me to move on." I feel the tears in my eyes.

"I had asked you to come that night because the FBI reached out to offer me a deal. I started taking it but then something told me it was a trap. I didn't know what to do but run, its what I was good at until YOU came into my life. I spent the next year and a half on the run. Trying to run from the demons in my head that involved leaving you and running from them." He grabs my hand.

"No, Jake" I pull away.

"I had hoped you wouldn't have moved on but you did but if you will let me I still wanf to be in your life. I'm free now. I have been for three months."

My jaw drops, three months ago Alan and I weren't engaged. "Did Hannah and Lily know?' Ask glaring over at the table.

"Yes but they also knew he was going to propose to you." He states but I storm over to the table.

"How dare you two!" I yell. "Three months! Three damn months! Someone could of told me!" I feel like I can't breathe and storm outside.

I see a wooden bench and go and sit on it. My heart is racing, I feel my blood pressure rising. All these years, those two knew how I felt about Jake. I would of left anyone for that man. However now I feel stuck. Alan proposed to me three weeks ago and I so happily said yes. 

Would I still have if I knew he was free?

 I can't answer as the chance was taken away from me.  I fold my head into my hands, I feel the tears coming. I feel someone sit down and put their hand on my back. I don't move, I know who it is.

"MC, they thought they were giving you a happy life." Dans voice is soft.

"They could of told me. You know it yourself, my heart is always drawn to that man. Even now, how am I supposed to walk away from him?"

"Boo, your not the same MC when you joined us." He's trying to reason with me.

I look up and I notice Hannah standing near by. "How am I suppose to call Alan to pick me up, when I don't even know if I can still marry him?"

"MC, I should have told you. It was my choice not to tell you he was free. He asked us too since he didn't know your number anymore. I made that choice because I know how Alan feels about you. I have know that man for a while wven before everything. Even with his exwife he wasn't as happy—"

I cut her off "you have no right to decide who i want in my life! You were barely there for me when my heart was broken into a million pieces. You only cared about updates from Jake because his spare time he told me not you how he was. The moment Jake and I broke up you only dealt with me because of the rest of the group. I didn't have to help them or him find you! So keep your thoughts to yourself about who should and shouldn't be in my life!"

"Hannah go back inside" Dan states as I turn around and he feels my anger showing.

She walks back inside the Aurora without arguing. "Calm down boo,okay? You wont be able to figure this out angry at everyone."

"How can she act like she has my best interest at heart when she never took the time to get to know me?" I shiver as I left my jacket inside.

Dan notices my shiver and gives me his jacket. "I think she's more trying to do whats best for him. After you stormed out Lily said ' we should have told her like he asked' and I  agree. They shouldn't have let Alan propose."

"Did you know Dan?"

"I found out a week ago. But they didn't tell me you didn't know. I thought you knew and made the choice to be with Alan."

" ugh I need some shots right now" I state, standing up.

We walk inside and head straight to the bar. This time Phil is there and I don't see Hannah or Thomas. We order a bunch of shots and Dan and I line them up. I of course manage to outdrink this man which makes Phil laugh. 

"I need to stop letting you outdrink me" Dan says as he finishes his last one and I get myself another round. Phil tries to stop me but when he notices my glare he lets go.

I look back at the table and I see Jake sitting there talking to everyone. I pull out my phone and look at the photos and text from Alan. My smile fades  as Dan grabs my phone.

"I will call him when your ready to go home but tonight you are having fun." I sigh as my round of shots come and I down them again. 

I've been leaning against the bar and now Im dizzy. I notice my song playing and I grabs Dans hand and pulls him on the dance floor.

Everyone else joins us and all of a sudden i feel different hands behind me but i don't stop to look or think. Dan is right I need some fun tonight.

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood jake #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #jake x mc #mc x jake #fanfics #i love jake #eternal love

[profictiontheatre]

1, 4, 10, 12! your choice who :3

1) what’s a Hot Take you have about your f/o?

For Kev, because I never tire of ranting about how his shipping game in the fandom is pathetic. Everyone ships him with the side character who's one joke is that he's gay and repressed, when his devoted bestie who has could have a friends to enemies to lovers dynamic with him is RIGHT THERE.

Also Nabulungi x Price is cute

I'm just a multishipper and a poly soul, I don't understand the hatred towards shipping Kev with literally ANYBODY else,,

Basically my hot take is that Pricingham, Nabu x Price and Nabupricingham are all cute and if we accepted this as a society maybe the bom fandom wouldn't be ded

4) do you feel like you have to defend your f/o all the time? 

Victoria. Because this one isn't really about her, it's just about Cats in general. I swear to god, so many people to my face will insult me when I say I like her or they try to make me say that I hate the 2019 film beforehand. Like, I don't and I'm past the point in my life where I'm ashamed of what I enjoy. Cats in all its forms is one of my favorite medias ever, and when someone does this to me while I'm just trying to gush about my f/o, I immediately lose respect for them. It's so mean for no reason. I'm clearly talking about how happy something makes me (and this even has happened a bunch in selfship spaces that are supposed to be positive), why do you have to butt in to make sure that I know you think the art style is ugly or you don't like the show or whatever. I don't do that to anyone else talking about their f/os.

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like That Character”?

IDk who to even pick for this because my type is so obvious, I go into like every media knowing I'm gonna fall for one of these mfs and honestly? I'm kinda embarrassed bc I know I'm not once, ever, going to be normal about a cute sunshine baby guy ever again .

Here is a compilation image I made of how often this has happened to me:

bro im so predictableeeeeee I just like them . they spark joy

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

Honestly im so fucking tired of how anti-centered the selfship space is. Like I cannot articulate in words how mad it makes me that this space which used to be considered by "normal" people to be taboo, weird, and full of people who would "never get laid in real life because they're gross" or whatever has been taken over by these moral crusaders who want to start shaming us in our own community.

#discourse #kind of #asks #im not tagging f/os bc this is like everyone sljfdksgjjd

[kissdatbam]

[TRANS] Thairath News Interview 06 Sep 2023

Revealing BamBam’s heart: How his first solo World Tour mean to him

translated by kissdatbam

Story by: Supaluck Wuttikreethachai

It was a bomb to music industry, when “BamBam – Kunpimook Bhuwakul” or “BamBam GOT7” the well-known K-Pop artist with Thai nationality, growing experiences till the day that he is ready to throw his own soloist world tour “2023-2024 BamBam the 1st World Tour [Area 52] in Bangkok” on 28 October 2023 at 17.00 hrs. at Thunder Dome Stadium. The ticket shall be opened for sale on 10 September 2023 starting from 10.00 hrs. via Thai Ticket Major. Now, before the start of his world tour, “Entertainment News” snatched a time of “BamBam” to reveal his heart that shows his determination, and focus as well as his view toward IGOT7s, a name of GOT7’s fanclub, to ensure and confirm that we made the right choice to love this person!!.

Q1: For “BamBam” how does the word “the 1st World Tour” mean to you? BB: It’s like I’m growing up for another step. We had our group World Tour for 3 times. I am the last member that just started my soloist world tour because I want to release at least 3 albums first. For me, this is my ultimate dream ever since I started my solo career – after the world tour is finished, I may have other new goals krub. Q2: How do you prepare yourself for this world tour – for both your body and mind? BB: I’ve continuously rehearsed for the concert krub. I also returned to workout. With respect to my mentality, I admit that I felt both pressured and excited at the same time, so I try to build up my confidence so that I will have energy to pass to the audience. Q3: We heard that BamBam has a lot of participation and involvement in this concert – does this give any new experience to you? BB: I have learnt a lot of behind-the-scenes works. Since this is the 1st World Tour with my new company i.e., ABYSS, they let me participate in almost everything since the first place which includes the stage plan, and benefits give away for this event. They also allow me to get involved in setting the ticket price and shows. All with supporting teams to help. This makes me understand the feeling of the audience even more. Since I have a chance to get involved in all of these, from the perspective of a performer on a stage, I know what the audience wants the most, and what their expectations are. There’re also teams to support me.

Q4: What would you like to convey to fans through this concert? BB: There’re a lot of things krub. I saw many times that ticket price was increased too much to the extent that it’s unreachable/inaccessible. But for my first world tour, I want it to be like a festival that my fans gathering to celebrate it with me. So, I want to organize the ticket price and every given benefits to be on par with the standard they were used to be in 6-7 years ago, which were accessible to everyone, while the show performed in the concert is exceedingly greater than the ticket price. I want everyone to be happy.

Q5: What would you like the fans to see/acknowledge? BB: I want them to see/acknowledge the sincerity of me, ABYSS and IME Thailand that is a promoter, and I wish them to see my potential and growth like what I’ve changed and grew during these two and half years during my solo period.

Q6: Since Thailand is your homeland, do you have any special excitement with your first solo concert? BB: Now – there’ re two more months before the concert – so, I have not yet had any excitement. But I think that my excitement may be skyrocketing on the ticket on-sale date if the result come out as planned. Q7: Now your fans are super excited. BB: (smile) I am truly appreciated that krub. Even though there’s no information released – they are looking forward to attend this event already. Thank you to fans that always have trust in me. Q8: Did you see their excitement and preparation for their costumes/outfits for the concert? BB: I think that that’s a small event which they can enjoy along with the concert. The fact that they will dress to the theme is one of the activities that made them felt like they are part of the show. They asked me if I have a theme for the concert, and I answered that I did not have any specific dress code. I just told them a key word “Alien” (LOL)

Q9: BamBam is about to have the world tour, how do GOT7’s members support you? BB: Actually, everyone always supports each other. If you what to know to what extent my members give their supports to me, you may wait and see in my world tour because I cannot say more than this (smile). Q10: Did you have a chance to talk/update about the life frequently with the members? What is the most issue that you guys are talking about? BB: Sometimes we talked about our works. We also talked about the music – exchanging our songs and asked each other to give the comments. Since the style of our solo songs are totally different, when we meet each other, we always ask each other if there’s anything we can help each other. If there’s anything we can do, we would like to do so. If we have a chance to meet, we will try to help each other relieves the stress.

Q11: We always see that BamBam is closed with the fans and talked to them a lot in the social network. You also open up for their views such as their proposal for your hairstyle or even to call them back to GOT7 which made you are beloved by them even more….what made you want to get closer to them like this? BB: Though I call them back – there’s no sign of their return (smile). Well, I personally feel that since I have my own SNS channels, I want to use it as efficiently as I could. I want to communicate with them and want them to participate with me as much as possible. If I just only tell/invite them to my show – I think this is a waste of time. We can use such opportunities to have fun and have them all participated, so I tried to share my moment with them. However, if there’s any thing that I may have to keep as a secret, I have to do so (smile).

Q12: Many say that “BamBam” is an artist who made you feel that he’s your family member, be it – for mommy team, girlfriend team or those who are indecisive like a combination team (something between mom and girlfriend) – do you also feel like that? BB: For me, fans in each country have their own style. For example, in Thailand – the fans will have their motherhood so much since they see me ever since I was a kid. What they always did are like they really raise me up as their child for real. They always talk with me about my works like “you did really good today”, or “I think this hairdo might not fit you, how about this one”.

Q13: Just like a mother look after her child? BB: Yes krub. Thai fans usually give out this mother-like feeling. However, for other international fans – they do not have this vibe. They always in fans/girlfriend mode. Like if I go to the USA, or to my latest visit at Mexico, I will be in a 100% manly mode. If I am in Thailand – I will be in a baby mode, but if I go there, I will also be in other mode.

Q14: Do you have any special thing you would like to do or eat during your return to Thailand this time? BB: There’s nothing new for the food krub. But the newest thing for me is that I had a chance to participate in the Ghost Radio show. I have been their fan for 5 years, and I had a chance to meet with P’ Jack (the DJ) for the first time – and had a chance to create a new record to them. We both happy with this. I am really thankful since fans of the show also acknowledged me as a true fan for this show.

Q15: When you see your fans supporting you in everything be it big or small (e.g., when BamBam got hurt at his eyebrow – IGOT7s also felt hurt), how do you feel about this – does this fill up the good energy in you? BB: It’s a positive energy to me. Whenever they worried about me, the feeling that I had is that I wish I could repay them. So, this world tour will be a reward/ something that I would use to repay to them for everything all of them gave to me through these years. I tried to repay them as much as I could.

Q16: You’ve gone through so many things on your artist journey and now you have been acknowledged and accepted by fans in many countries including in Korea – you have continuously gained so many loves and supports – how do you feel with your current status? BB: I would like to thank my fans for still being with me. Seriously, if I release my song but there’s no one listening to it – then, there’s no point making the music. I am grateful that there’re fans who are still supporting me. I don’t know if my fans are increasing, decreasing, or staying the same in numbers, but I also felt that I’ve gained more acceptances in countries that I visited, especially these days in Korea. After I went to the show(s), when I was in Korea – people know me more these days and I’m happy with this.

Q17: When we were children, we used to have inspiration from artists, and now BamBam has become an inspiration to follow your dream for many people. Like recently, Nong Rod-Tu (a hilltribe man who showed up in a tv show in Thailand – having BB as his inspiration) drew your picture and talk about this in the show – how do you feel about this. BB: When I was young, I had so many artists as my inspirations, but I felt that I did not have any moment with or close to them. When I watched the show that Rod-Tu drew my portrait, I felt really good. I f want to do something to let him know that I got his message, so I put it on my IG story. I am happy to know that now I am at the point that I can be an inspiration for others just like when I used to have other artists as my inspiration, but more than that is I can also interact with them and be more approachable to them.

PDF version: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1DbOuFeLHY7UkJmtuJeagVW-DRmXXHqGi/view?usp=sharing Original Source: Thairath News https://www.thairath.co.th/entertain/news/2722771 Translated by kissdatbam may contain slight inaccuracies

#bambam #แบมแบม #뱀뱀 #kunpimook #got7 kunpimook #kunpimook bhuwakul #got7 #갓세븐 #bambam kunpimook #bambam1a

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings (5/?)

Chapter 4 : A Prince?

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The trio gets the information they're looking for and yet end up going in the complete wrong direction. What can they say? That's what side quests are for.

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SURPRISE WEDNESDAY CHAPTER BISHES

Yes, it's Wednesday, not Sunday, and we have a chapter :D This isn't going to be a regular thing, probably just a once-in-a-while surprise Wednesday update when I have a chapter finished earlier in the week. I doubt it'll happen too often.

Happy reading and see you Saturday!

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The tavern was bustling when they went downstairs, unlike when they had arrived. It seemed that a few patrons had arrived after them and made themselves at home. Most of them had pints of beer or mead and were sat in small groups, talking in hushed voices that all blended together in an inconceivable swell of noise. 

Most of the bar’s occupants sat together in small groups, though there were a few patrons sitting alone in corners. Patton immediately led them towards a suspicious looking figure who sat alone in the very corner of the bar, cradling some drink between both of their hands, their features obscured by the hood on their cloak. 

Patton slid into the one other chair on their table. Roman and Logan settled for hovering behind Patton, seeing no other chairs nearby. It likely made Patton seem a little more intimidating too. 

“Excuse me,” Patton said. “I’m very sorry to interrupt your evening, but we’re looking for information, and you seem like the kind of person who’d have what we’re looking for.”

“Mayhaps,” said the stranger, placing their hands flat on the table. “Depends what yer lookin’ for, and what yer’ willin’ to pay, o’course.”

“Gold shouldn’t be an issue, right L?” Patton said, not turning to look back at them.

“It really depends how much it is you’re asking for,” Logan answered. 

“Well now that depends on what sorta information yer wanting,” the guy said, leaning forwards.

“We’re looking for someone,” Patton answered before gesturing back at Roman. “His twin brother, we’re thinking he might’ve passed through here, do you know anything?”

The man seemed to study Roman for a moment and Roman felt the hairs on his arms stand on end at the scrutiny. The man hummed, leaning back in his chair, still staring at him.

“You do seem a tad familiar,” He said, scratching his chin, before narrowing his eyes and then nodding with a realisation, “A taller fellow perhaps, skinny too, with a hint of crazy in ‘im, with the brightest green eyes you ever did see?”

“I do believe that would be him,” Logan said while Roman tried not to laugh at the description, “Have you seen him?”

“Maybe I have, and I’m willin’ to share what I know, for the small price o’ three-hundred-fifty gold, o’ course.”

“Would it be alright if we three discussed this deal in private for a moment?” Logan asked, putting a hand on Patton’s shoulder. The stranger hummed.

“Feel free, I’ll be here all night once yer done chattin’ between yerselves,” he said with a shrug. Patton stood with a polite nod in his direction and let Logan lead them off to the side.

“This deal would take up a large chunk of our funds, almost half of our remaining gold,” Logan told them, holding their pouch of coins, each worth ten gold.

“It’s important we get this information, though, right?” Roman asked. “We can’t continue our journey without some kind of lead, and this guy thinks he’s seen Re- um- my brother, recently, right? Is it worth it?”

Logan sighed. “I believe we don’t have much of a choice.”

Patton nodded and walked back over to the stranger, holding out his hand.

“We’ll take the deal.”

The man grinned as Logan pushed the money he’d asked for towards him on the table. He counted it up before smiling at the three of them.

“‘e came through ‘ere alright,” he nodded, “Accompanied by a kid wearin’ dark glasses he was…”

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“Alright, so based on the information we were given,” Logan said, looking at the map they had spread over the table. Roman swished a drink round and round in a glass, the honey-mead making him feel all warm inside. “We will need to begin heading south-east to follow Roman’s brother’s trail towards Lymane.”

“We don’t know if that’s actually where he’s going, though,” Patton pointed out. “So we should stop in villages on the way to ask around.”

“I’m not sure if we have the funds to stop over in every village on the way,” Logan said slowly, jingling their money bag. It sounded a little sad, the lack of coins in there. “We would need to camp, or find some way to acquire more gold.”

“There’s probably some people around who would be willing to pay us gold if we were to do some kind of work, right?” Roman suggested. Logan looked a little bit sceptical.

“Um, well, usually there are people who would be willing to pay…” Patton said, before his voice lowered to a mumble. “But even though most people are generous, usually village folk are pretty poor, and I’d feel bad taking their money…”

“It may be our only option, Patton,” Logan sighed, before a shadow fell over their table. Someone stood over them, blocking out the light from the candelabra hanging from the ceiling. They smiled in a way that seemed far too unsetting to be genuine. Immediately Roman’s guard was up—this person didn’t seem trustworthy in the slightest.

“Apologies for the interruption,” the person said, sitting down at their table as though they had been invited, “but I heard you kids needed some gold, and I happen to have a small fortune lying around if you’re willing to work for it.”

“...We’re listening,” Logan said slowly after the group shared a glance. Roman was sure he wasn’t the only one getting a bad feeling from this person, but there was no harm in hearing them out, right? Logan seemed to think so, at least, and Roman trusted his judgement when it came to what was and wasn’t safe. 

“Good, good!” they said, the smile on their face sending a shiver down Roman’s spine. He didn’t trust this person, not in the slightest. “You may call me Bronwyn.”

“You may call me L,” Logan responded slowly, narrowing his eyes. “And you may call my companions Ro and Pat. Now what is it you need from us?”

They pointed to an area on Logan’s map. The area they pointed to was outside of the kingdom, a week's travel from the eastern border. It didn’t look like there was anything there, at least the map showed nothing. The area itself was wilderness, the unoccupied space between Dalandaire and its neighbouring kingdom, Leomainne. Not only that, but it was in the exact opposite direction to the way they wanted to go. Whatever this person wanted them to do better be important…

“Now, there are rumours going around. They say that here, in the Forest of Teine, there’s a tower,” the person started, voice dropping low as though they were sharing a secret. “A tower guarded by a dragon."

"Whatever could someone want with bothering a dragon?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at them. Their smile widened.

"Well, rumours say that in this tower is a prince," they said. Roman's eyes widened.

"A… prince?" Roman asked, as Logan sighed.

"A prince indeed," they said. "Many people have tried to rescue the prince, but no-one's ever come back."

"You're not selling this quest well," Logan said calmly, his voice controlled. The teifling glanced at Roman, who simply frowned.

"I would pay you thousands," the person said. "If you bring me the prince, I would give you enough for all three of you to live comfortably for the rest of your lives." 

Roman paused, watching the person closely for a long moment before he opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Logan.

"What exactly would you want with this prince?" Logan asked. The person frowned. 

"Nothing problematic, I assure you," they said, leaning on the table. "Well, what do you say?" 

"You offer us a good deal," Roman said, before Logan could deny them outright. "But- it's a big commitment, and would hold up our journey greatly. Could you give us time to discuss it in private?" 

"I will wait here for an hour," they said, standing up and seating themself on the next table over. "After that, the deal is off."

"Thank you," Roman said, standing up and bowing before he turned, taking Patton and Logan by the arms and pulling them away towards the stairs. He didn't let them go until they'd arrived at the first of the bedrooms they had rented.

"We have to do it," Roman told them, whirling around to face them both, Logan frowned and Patton just looked up at him, wringing out his hands.

"Roman, please consider-" Logan started, before Roman started pacing.

"I can't leave this alone now that I know about it, Logan, you should know that," Roman said, pacing back and forth as he glared at the floor.

"I- I don't trust that guy," Patton spoke up, "I just- he seemed off," 

"Oh yes definitely," Roman agreed, stopping to face them, "I don't trust them in the slightest and I have no intention of actually delivering the prince to them," 

"Then… what-?" Patton asked, confused.

"Well, I suppose that depends on what the prince himself wants," Roman shrugged, "But I'd still like to rescue him either way, no-one should be shut in a tower all alone," 

"I… suppose you're right, it must be quite lonely," Logan said slowly, “However…. It would add at least two weeks to our journey, not even accounting for how long the rescue will actually take…. And the Forest of Teine is known for being…. Difficult terrain to traverse," 

"Not to mention we'd still have no gold at the end of it," Patton piped up, "if we don't give them what they want…."

"We… hm," Roman said, resuming his pacing for a moment, "What if we asked for a portion of the gold upfront, like insurance?"

"I don't know if they'd be willing… that's not usually how this kinda business works, kiddo," Patton sighed.

"I suspect we could try for it," Logan said slowly, "The job they're proposing is very dangerous, many people would refuse it outright, so they may be willing to take an offer like that," 

"And you're not going to budge on this?" Patton asked, "I… don't particularly want to be a dragon's lunch, I'll be honest, that isn't what I signed up for."

"I'm happy to go in alone," Roman said, "I'll go either way, with or without you both," 

"And nothing will change your mind?" Logan asked with a sigh. Roman stared at him, eyes filled with determination and Logan took a deep breath. He had known Roman for his entire life, and he must know that Roman was too stubborn to budge, especially on stomething like that, “Alright, fine, but I will do the talking, do you agree?”

“Yes- yes of course!” Roman said, bounding forward and wrapping his arms tightly around Logan in a hug before pulling away and doing the same to Patton, who stumbled a little at the force of the embrace, “Thank you both, so much, this… means a lot to me.”

“I can tell,” Patton giggled, patting his arm, “It’ll work out alright, ok?”

Roman nodded with a smile and together the three of them returned downstairs to find the shady dealer who had given them this offer in the first place.

—-

“The closest city to the area Bronwyn indicated on our map is Brindleswan," Logan told them, speaking up for the first time since they had returned to the room after making the deal. 

"How far is that?" Roman asked, peering over Logan's shoulder. Brindleswan seemed to be right on the eastern border, surrounded by farmland. It was far from Mirefeld, far enough that it made Roman worry exactly how used to sleeping on the dirt he may become.

"By my estimation it will take us roughly two weeks of travel to arrive at Brindleswan," Logan answered, "And that estimate is provided we do not stop for more than sleep,”

He  sighed, rolling up the map and placing it carefully back in his bag before standing to face them. 

"Unfortunately, we may have to stop along the wag," Logan told them, "The amount of money we were given was generous for Bronwyn's seemingly shady nature, but not enough to last us long." 

"Don't you worry yourself," Patton said, putting his hand on Logan's shoulder, "I come from a poor town, I know more than enough about making your money last, we'll make it to Brindleswan." 

"If you believe we can do it," Logan said, glancing at Patton's hand before looking up at his face, "Then… I trust you," 

"Get a room," Roman sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes and walking over to the bed, leaving Patton spluttering and Logan staring after him with wide eyes, "Honestly," 

—-

They set off way too early for Roman’s liking. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as the trio got back on the road. The cold morning mist had barely begun to dissipate and the prince was feeling like he could collapse from pure discomfort.

He wanted to fly. Really, he wanted nothing more than to use his wings rather than his feet. They had only walked for an hour or two before he started feeling the new familiarity of aching feet. 

And it was his own fault, really. He'd ended up not sleeping well last night, he had been thinking too much about what might be going on between Logan and Patton. 

It had been odd. Roman had concluded while he had lain in the dark, that Logan had been so open to Patton joining them. Especially in the beginning Roman had expected to have to try harder to convince him to let Patton accompany them.

But Logan had let him come almost immediately, despite lecturing Roman nonstop about not trusting those they didn't know.

And then there was the blushing, Logan had suddenly become very blushy around Patton in a way that Roman had never even seen in his friend before. He hadn't even known Logan was capable of blushing before this journey had begun. 

Somehow Patton had effortlessly been able to make Logan blush and pause and seemingly completely forget his own ideals. It was strange to see that side of Logan over the last few days. 

And now they were walking, it had been a few hours  and the morning mist had mostly cleared, leaving sparkling dew on the grass as the sun began to bathe the world in golden light. 

Roman walked a few places behind the other two. He felt a little like a spare third wheel on a two wheeled cart, as Logan pointed something out to Patton on his map. He felt a little forgotten as Patton made some joke he didn't quite catch and Logan huffed in his breathy, barely there laughter that he expressed so rarely. 

He didn't mind, really he didn't, because Logan was his best friend and Patton was his friend too. Besides, Roman had read more than his fair share of romance stories, he knew what this was. 

Logan definitely fancied Patton. There was no doubt about it in Roman's mind. He was almost certain, too, that Patton might like Logan back.

Now all he had to do was suffer in silence until they figured it out for themselves. 

And knowing Logan, that could easily take this whole mission.

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#sanders sides #sanders side fic #fanfic #rowans fantasyau #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #rowans writings

[ralexsol]

hey guys hi so a friend recommended me a song just like 10 minutes ago and i immediately realized it was perfect for chip.

it’s called “ship in a bottle” by fin and i am going to explain why it fits chip.

so first of all it could very well be sung by jay or maybe just by a narrator, at the beginning of riptide. im leaning more towards jay because the singer mentions themself in the song multiple times but whatever.

song starts out 

You can fit everything you know In a bottle for you to show Pick your brain apart and put it in (pick your brain apart) And build it again with needles and pins

self-explanatory. chip spent his childhood with the black rose pirates, reconstructing it over and over again in his brain as the perfect time.

Everything you have earned is a ship With blue waves crashing into it But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

still on about the same thing. chip gets the big chipper after running away from price. he’s finally free, and he’s going to get the old crew back together. nothing can touch his fantasy, he truly believes that he can do it.

Sailing on a ship in a bottle Anchor all your thoughts to the bottom Pulling ropes and pulling your head back To see what is breaking the foremast You set sail alone, there is no crew No one on the deck who can help you This is all your own battle to win This is your ship, and you are the captain

jay is pointing out here that chip’s goal is starting to crumble. as time goes on, chip starts to get more attached to jay and gillion. he wants to stick with them, even though they weren’t part of the black rose pirates.

jay is telling chip that if he continues to sail alone, trying to get back something that doesn’t exist anymore, he’s going to lose chip and jay.

Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel I feel scared and I'm starting to sink And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

here jay is starting to feel guilty about being a spy. she’s realizing that she also cares about her new friends. she wants her and chip to both be honest about their true intentions.

There are red spots under your eyes From when you cry into the sky Ocean waters rising above your neck You feel the glass start to crack

once again pointing out that chip is realizing that it’s never going to be the same as it was. it’s starting to get more painful.

Sailing on a ship in a bottle Water's leaking through holes in the bottom Flying flags of ships that have long since Sat at the floor of the sea, but in defense You set sail alone, there is no crew No one on the deck who can help you This is all your own battle to win This is your ship and you are the captain

chip’s goal is sinking. they finally have a chance, what with finding drey and the map, but again, it won’t be the same. the black rose pirates are long gone. jay is telling chip here that he knew that jay and gillion would rather him just stay with them, but he continued anyways. he kept trying to chase his fantasy.

Oh, captain, make up your mind Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time 'cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane

chip needs to make a choice. either the black rose pirates or the riptide pirates. he can’t have both. and if he tries to, he’ll only end up hurting everyone. and the longer he waits to make the decision, the more insane it’ll drive him. the more haunted he will become.

that’s all the verses and stuff, although i should mention that this post-chorus is repeated a lot:

Oh, captain, oh, captain, deal Oh, captain deal, oh, captain deal Oh woah

jay keeps on begging chip to make this deal with her, to admit what he really thinks. to hear that he cares about jay and gillion, and not just the black rose pirates. that he may even care about them more than his past crew.

so yeah i have feelings about this song and it hurts me A LOT

#jrwi #jay ferin #jrwi chip #whatsupray? #long post

[zevranunderstander]

i feel like there is sometimes a misconception about ads and microtransactions and gatcha in video games that i kinda want to address.

like. im a game dev. friends of mine have already released games or are working on games and while you can still bring out pc games that cost money, that just widely isn't the case anymore for phone games. like be really honest here: did you ever buy an app? even if it was like 0.80 ct? did you ever even consider buying it? i don't think you did and even if you did almost no one else does. phone games need to be fast to download, free and easy to play for people to be ready to spend their time with them

now if you worked on a game for a long time and it is a game you really care about, you are fucking heartbroken to ruin your own games with ads. like ive been to discussion boards, even ones where friends of mine were part of the discussion, and the general consensus (in indie companies) is: "if there is any other way, i would prefer not to cluster my game full of ads, because it destroys the game feeling i want to achieve in the game, leaves players frustrated and just really brings down the general experience of a piece of media i have put 100s of hours of work into"

like. the reason ads in games is the way to go is because there is literally no other way to ethically finance your phone games without literally going broke. if you put a price tag on your phone game beforehand, no one will play it, like when i say that, i don't mean: "you only get rich if you put ads in your game" i mean: "you can only make a basic income if you put ads in your game".

there are other ways to finance app games, but some of these are very unpopular by audiences and some of these are really unethical.

a friend of mine released a game both on steam and as an app. on steam it was payment up front and had really good reviews. on phone, he made the first level playable for free (as a demo, so to say) and all other content was to be unlocked when paying for the game. his game was reviewed by an average of one star in the appstore and playstore. why? because people felt entitled to getting phone games for free. playing one level of a game and then having to pay for the rest - a concept as old as video games - felt like a "scam" to them. (by the way getting review-bombed like that is fucking devastating if this game is your literal only source of income)

some other methods of financing your game are straight-up unethical: literal gambling apps and games with gatcha systems or loot boxes or games that have constant extra content you can unlock with microtransactions. so like. the most ethical choice app developers are often met with is putting ads in a game. believe me, most game devs dont want your UI constantly clustered with ads but the market has literally evolved in a way where that is the only thing you can still do without becoming entirely morally corrupt. that is the reason you often see ads hidden behind hints in a puzzle game or in situations where you have an actual choice to watch them

on another note: there is an alarming trend in pc games right now and while some people might be happy about it, you really shouldn't. genshin impact's extreme success is mostly due to the game being free to play. genshin impact is a game you would usually pay 60€ for, but it is completely free because it finances itself over it's gatcha system. for the average player, that gatcha system is almost harmless, if you want you might spend 5€ every once in a while, but won't be pressured into paying money to enjoy the game. i actually myself thought of the gatcha system as a means of financing the game as kind of harmless until i saw the stats of what people actually pay in this game. while most players might have spent between 0 - 50€ on the game, that is not what the game makes it's actual money with: gambling addicts and people who really want a rare, time-limited 5-star character spend thousands of dollars on a single banner, with extremes even cracking the ten-thousands. so while the average player might not at all pay for the game, genshin impact is disproportionately financed by exploiting people's addictions and driving them into debts for digital content that doesn't have any monetary worth

here is the very dangerous thing: if people now start to advocate that they don't want to pay 60€ for Breath of the Wild 2, because they got a similar game with constantly updating content and a massive world for free without the gatcha system feeling predatory to them, studios are put into a situation where they either see that success and want to make the same amount of money as genshin or don't want to do that but are met with more and more people being unwilling to pay full price for a game

smaller studio suffer unter the trends of big studios to go away from standard money-up-front models to unethical, exploitative models because the audiences that aren't the ones being exploited see these models as "better" than actually paying for a game, while big AAA studios usually don't have the moral backbone to stop these trends.

this trend also brings an entitlement to just get video games for free. i cannot stress how much WORK goes into making a video game and while we are always advocating to "pay artists" we don't seem to be holding video games to the same level of respect, even though we pay like 80€ for a commissioned 10h piece of art we get mad when a game that was in development for 2 years and had 80 people working on it isn't free to play. (if you think "who the fuck thinks like that" this might not be about you, but believe me there are enough people saying that every day)

so my message basically is: if you see a phone game or a computer game and you go "you want me to pay for that?", really question what the fuck you just thought

#myposts #video games #capitalism #idk man if i could id make games as lowly priced as i can but ya girls gotta eat you know #like just two people working on a game for like a wage of 40 000€ a year (which is a below-standard income id say) #costs a company 80 000€ a year so yeah indie studios struggle to make that kind of money #40 000€ for 20 employees? Thats 800 000€ you need in a year #Like. people always seem to imagine that the money studios have goes into fancy asset packs or constantly buying new hardware like. #we also need an income lmao

[iridescentpull]

Okay so I managed to find Fit's vod (link) from when Pac got the happy pills, and holy shit the lines that were dropped made me combust and cry. Have some of their lines that made me go insane: (pac) (fit) (tubbo)

"Do you even remember why you took the pills in the first place?"

"Because it was my only choice."

---

"I know youre still in there. I need you to remember."

"I don't want to."

---

"Everything passes Fit, everything passes."

"But Pac, sometimes a start and a finish is not our choice to make. Sometimes fate brings us in different directions."

---

"If you cant help yourself, how am i supposed to help you? This isnt you."

"But i am the new and improved Pac."

"I want the old Pac."

---

"I have to wait for Forever to wake up so I can see Richas."

"But you are equal parts his father no? You should be allowed to visit Richas whenever you want."

"I cant. *I cant*. I have to do what Forever and Cucurucho told me."

---

"Im learning- Im learning."

"What are you learning Pac?"

"Im learning that happiness has a price, and its kind of worth it."

---

"Remember Pac. Antidote. You want to make an antidote for forever."

"I cant Fit! I cant! Its not up to me!"

---

"Did you even try?"

"I- I did for a little while, but i couldnt find it. I couldn't- maybe I dont deserve it. Theres no way- i dont know how to undo the antidote."

---

"Sorry Tubbo- im not a scientist like you or Mike. Im just pretending."

---

"I cant do it, I dont want to be kidnapped again, I dont want to go to prison."

"Thats not gonna happen Pac, trust me."

"But its gonna happen! It happened with my friends, with my sons, why wouldnt it happen to me? Im the weakest of them all."

---

"I dont want to be that guy. I dont want to be that guy from yesterday."

"Whats wrong with that guy? He was the best guy."

"Maybe that guy looked good, but only on the outside. Inside I wasn't. I was trying to go with the flow, but i was losing it. I was losing my mind."

#fitpac #pactw #qsmp pac #fitmc #qsmp fit #tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #qsmp happy pills #morning crew #hideduo #honestly fit and pacs confrontation was so fucking angsty #pac acted his ass put in that part #man cooked hard

[ap-term-2]

Animation practice - week 8 - live brief

This week was the start of a new project, although i am still behind on the other project so ill start these off with an update on the old project. I am chipping away at it scene by scene, i can only add one video so i will add my biggest scene i completed that week here. This week it was the reflection scene, i wanted this one done quickly as it was the centre of the story. Originally i was going to have the character be pulled through the mirror and change mediums live but because of the time and medium limitations its just not possible for me right so i had to make some creative choices.

But anyways, the new project! It is my first time working with a client and we are tasked with making a 30-40 second advertisement for them which is very interesting. We were given just 2 days to create an entire pitch for them which is crazy but i managed to get everything done miraculously, here is the storyboard, concept image and a style frame which im very happy with.

I wanted to make this more infographic based to give my group less work but make it more visually direct with its messaging, being about what you can but for the same price as a subscription which i thought was a good idea!

This was also the last session of life drawing in which we had to peruse mill road and draw people in action, i decided to draw my coursemates drawing other people which i thought was quite funny. I used a brush pen and really enjoyed it and feel like i made some good sketches.

[rockyspotwrites]

portgas d. luffy au; the boys set sail

luffy (34), Ace & Sabo (17)

The days leading up to Ace and Sabo's departure were the longest and the shortest of Luffy's entire life. He goes with them to gather supplies and make plans with the sailors for what time would be best for them to leave, learning how to spook the Lord of the Coast if it comes after them, and working with the shopkeepers in Goa to get fair prices on a couple dendens.

It made Luffy, now all of thirty-four years old, wish that he was seventeen with his boys so that he might be welcome to tag along with them. He knows he's still young - hell, people can live well into their one-hundreds, he knows he's a baby to some of them out there - but when he looks to his boys, he can't help but feel that his days of pirating are over.

He couldn't find it in him to be angry or upset with them over it, though. It was his choice to raise Ace, and it was his choice to bring in Sabo, and he would never regret it. Not even for a fleeting moment. He made his choices and he was more than happy with how they had turned out: his boys were free, were old enough to set out on their own, and he would be behind them if they ever need help.

But his heart felt heavy in his chest as he leaned against their doorframe, watching as they bickered over what things they should take with them in the morning.

"The house is gonna be awful quiet without you two arguin' all the damn time." He spoke up, making both of them freeze and stare at him. Slowly, they looked at each other, and Luffy watched as they had one of their silent conversations for a couple minutes before they turned back to him.

"Lu, you... wanted to be the Pirate King, didn'cha?" Ace asked slowly, hesitantly, and Luffy knows that he didn't hide the surprise he felt very well by the way Ace's expression became panicked for just a moment before Luffy gave him a gentle smile.

"I did, back when I was younger'an you." Luffy confirmed easily, if somberly. "I think I'm too pirated out now to ever give 'er another go on my own."

"So why don't you come with us?" Sabo blurted out, making Ace slap his arm hard enough for it to make an audible impact.

"Sabo!"

"What? You weren't gonna ask!"

"Yeah, I was!"

"You let 'im get sad! That's not how you ask!"

Meanwhile, Luffy was left with a mindless smile as his brain struggled to catch up with the bomb of a question they had just dropped directly into his lap. He never considered the option of going with them; he had had his own adventure, so surely they wouldn't want him to tag along. But apparently they did?

They wanted him to come along, even though he was just - just uncle Lu, the boring one? The one who gets too excited about beetles? The one who regularly forgets his sandals but remembers to remind them about their own? The one who couldn't cook a decent meal until he was nearly twenty-seven?

Even though he had failed at his goal once, twice, they still want him to come along?

"Lu?" Ace's voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he realized his eyes weren't quite as dry as they had been, and both of his boys had gotten up to stand in front of him with concerned expressions at some point. Luffy pulled his hands to his chest and fidgeted with his nails, taking a couple soothing breaths.

"Tell me - why would ya offer me a place on your crew?" He asked anxiously, nervously, uncomfortably, gaze flickering between them and then back to his hands for only a moment.

Ace and Sabo looked a bit relieved at having a question they could answer. "Well, you still have your dream, doncha? Even if you are old and fragile -" Ace was interrupted by an elbow to the side, "- we wanna be better'an our parents, and we can't decide who should be captain, so we thought it could be you. Since. Y'know. You wanted t' be the Pirate King."

"You want me to be the captain of your crew?" Luffy asked incredulously, getting nods in confirmation when he looked at them. "You're - what're you two gonna be, if you'd make me the captain?"

"I'm going to be the logkeeper and navigator until we find a proper one, and Ace -" Sabo got a hand to the face as Ace jumped in. "And I'm gonna be the one who sets shit on fire!" He shouted excitedly as Sabo shoved him away.

Luffy still looked unsure, body language tight and withdrawn. "You're gonna be the logkeeper and navigator, and you're gonna be the one'at sets shit on fire." He repeated slowly, eyebrows furrowed. "And you'd be happy in those positions?"

His boys both nodded quickly, eyes full of stars. "So, Lu, will you be our captain?" Sabo asked, leaning in towards him.

"I, ah - um." Luffy pulled at his collar as he took a few slow steps backwards into the hall. "I'll think on it tonight and you'll know tomorrow, 'kay? I... huh. I gotta make a call to someone to talk m' thoughts out, an' you two better be gettin' to bed before it gets much later. Got an early morn', after all."

He scurried down the hall to his own room, oblivious of the wilted looks he received, or the sighs that had followed him, both of his boys sure that his 'think on it' was a solid no.

xxxxx

With the rising sun came the townsfolk waving off the two teenagers, Makino at the front of the crowd with tears in her eyes and a brilliant smile.

But there was no sign of Luffy.

He had already left the house when Ace and Sabo had woken up, and they had barely been able to hide their disappointment from the townsfolk as they had walked amidst them to the docks, but they were certain Makino had noticed and they were certain she knew something that they didn't.

With brave faces and the hats that Luffy had made sure to get for them when he saw them eyeing them only days before, they set off in a little fishing vessel that Luffy had bought with his savings, determined to give them a halfway decent start until they could get ahold of a vessel that was truly theirs.

Once the people they'd known nearly their whole lives were nothing more than blurs on a distant shoreline, they bumped into each other for a moment, then headed into the small cabin to get things settled to their liking.

As soon as they opened the door, though, they stopped dead-still -

Because, fast asleep on the bench that surrounded the little table towards the back, was Luffy and a couple messily packed bags of his belongings.

"You motherfucker!" Ace screamed before charging over to him, effectively waking him up as Sabo was trying to get over the emotional whiplash. Luffy couldn't get anything out as Ace began shaking him like a ragdoll, cursing him as creatively as the sailor he officially was.

"You shit, this is mutiny! Mutiny!" Luffy finally hollered out, playfully shoving at Ace, "How dare y'treat your captain in such a way!"

That got Ace to pause, and the reality seemed to finally dawn on him.

"You actually came with us."

He smiled gently, then fully, a laugh bubbling its way up from his chest. "'Course I did, can't leave you two by yourselves after this long."

#portgas d luffy au

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Could you write a reunion fic as a sequel to the Heisenberg 'alone time' that you wrote? While smut would be wonderful, I'd just be grateful for apologetic Karl forced to be humble for once in his life.

(Also im DYING to know what he did, did OC/Reader discover his Soldats or about Rose? Im so curious and itching for more)

Your writing is awesome and I hope to get to read more Heisenberg goodness from you!

A/N: Thanks so much and I'm glad you guys are enjoying what I'm writing, sorry if it took so long and I'll be happy to answer more asks (including angst and fluff) for RE8. Sorry if this is so damn long but hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Also decided to make it gender neutral as I didn't want anyone to be left out.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, The reader riding Karl, The reader not afraid to talk back to Karl, Stitching, Cursing/Inappropriate Language, Oral, Kissing, Arguing, power bottom' Karl, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Fluff, and nearly 8000 words.

It's been far too long since you have seen that man and you hoped not to see him for as long as you both may live, for a time you thought it was just 2 people with different paths that force them apart but in a way you couldn't be more wrong. You understood and still understand his need to get rid of his troubling and frankly corrupt family, you both shared a dream to run away from the Village and to live somewhere with beautiful sights. To have some form of happiness even if it doesn't last, sure normal life may seem boring but it's all that you both wanted, happiness away from reminders of Miranda and the rest of his seemingly fucked up family. But what it took to for him to get it, his plan that he seemingly thought was so brilliant only made you boil with rage and painful reminders of your past is brought from the dark corners of your memories and into the light of your mind. Children. They're so innocent, good, and pure ... they bring out everything in people, children are something that you hold near and dear to your heart. Children are everything that the world isn't, at least until they're forced to grow up and deal with the cruelty of the world. This wasn't the first time that you had disagreed or fought with Karl in your mind, but what really caused you to boil over was his plans.

A heavy huff slips from your lips as your heavy steps full of anger echoed throughout the factory, your hands are balled into tight fists and your fingers trembled along with your body, you just couldn't fucking take it. You weren't going to stand by and turn a blind eye to sacrificing an innocent child for your happiness, you weren't going to and Karl as usual tried to convince you into it. Make it seem like it'll be worth it in the end. He's stomping after you, following after you like a dog and you can hear him desperately trying to get you to stay, you keep your eyes forward and keep making your way towards the exit. Just as the door is in sight, he reaches out to grab your wrist causing you to gasp before trying to pull out of his grasp, he pulls you firmly towards him and makes you meet his eyes. His green eyes are clouded with ... desperation, they're soft and vulnerable but it didn't phase you. Not one bit. "Come on, (Y/N) ... you know that I'd do anything for you. ... You know I love you ... that's why I have to do this, kitten. You have to fucking understand ...!" He pleads with you, you turn away from his face, that bitter taste still remains on your tongue and his words fall deaf to your ears. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! You're in your own fucking bubble ...! I can't do this! I can't live with the fact that the man I'm in love with is willing to sacrifice an innocent child for a chance at happiness." You growl at him, your words are breathless and harsh and it stings like poison to his soul, his expression begins to slowly fade into resentment. A look you had never seen before, especially towards you. "Listen to me! ... The fruits of our labor shall come ... but it all comes with a little sacrifice." He barks, his grip on your wrist slightly tightening with his anger rising as he tries to plead with you, get you to understand but you could care less. "Then I don't want to share that kind of happiness or freedom with you at all ...!" You bark back, your words are dripping in poison and there isn't much care behind them, a huff leaves your nostrils and you once again try to get out of his painfully tight grasp but he wants you to hear him. Fuck. "I thought ... fuck ... I thought you fucking loved me. All those nights, all those late-night talks, the passionate love we made ... I guess it meant fuck-all to you, huh? I guess you never gave a fuck about me ... I wanted you to ... I wanted you to understand." Karl seethes, his words are in a low growl and his green eyes are clouded with bubbling rage and fury. Fuck.

"I did love you, Karl. I still do but you have to leave or do something, I don't fuckin' know but there should be a limit to the price you're willing to pay for a chance at freedom. ... I'm not willing to. This ... this brings back too many painful memories, I would never let myself live if I let her die." You almost sob, your anger that was once boiling and alive was now being put out by the melancholy that rested deep within your soul. That baby reminds you so much of ... your history. You never told him about your past and the trauma you somewhat suffer from it that makes you long and ache for freedom. But now wasn't the time. At all. "I can't do that ...! You know I can't ...! You can't leave me, (Y/N) ...!" He shouts at you, desperately clinging to his relationship that is burning, crumbling right in front of his very eyes, he's trying so hard to save it but the thought quickly floods in what if he can't save what you have? His jaw clenches and his throat begins to tighten, breaths become hard to even get out and you can hear his low growl of rage and sorrow echo through your ears. Your throat had tightened the moment he reached out for your hand and now the tears were swelling in your eyes, leaving them uncontrollably. "I love you, Karl. But this is the end of us. The end of our story together." You managed to choke out as his expression softens yet he's stiff, a frown is plastered on his lips, and doesn't seem like it's leaving anytime soon. Regrets plague his mind, "I regret ever opening up to you. Fuck, I never should've let you into my life especially if you were gonna fuck me over and leave me alone." He thinks to himself and immediately lets go of your wrist, he forces on a blank expression and forces his tears to be hidden away, he pushes away his heartache and goes back to the only way he knows how to not fall apart, to not lose himself and to become weak.

"I never wanna see your fuckin' face again. Leave. Don't even think of coming back. You fuckin' ... you fuckin' hurt me ..." He grunts and growls at you, even lightly pushing you towards the door before turning his back on you as he crosses his arms. Fuck. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused." You manage to say in a whisper, wiping away your tears and sniffling to yourself before leaving out that door and never looking back, it was hard leaving him behind to wallow and experience his pain alone that you caused. But you stand by your choice that you couldn't stay if he had to use Rose for his plans. Still, he plagued your dreams, still had nightmares about that man, about losing him in so many graphic ways. You tried to live your life, going to work and just trying to find a way to live without seeing Karl ever again at least you thought. You never forgot him. It was around 2 in the morning and you managed to sleep for just a few minutes until your phone rang obnoxiously loud, ringing and vibrating against your nightstand. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and an annoyed groan left your lips before you picked up your phone, though you had lost his number you knew it was in that village and it meant that he was the only one calling you. You almost want to toss your phone across the room, a familiar bitter taste begins to coat your tongue and you slowly take in a breath staring at the phone in your hand. "God fucking damn it." You curse bitterly, regretfully pressing the answer button on your phone, scratching at your head you answer with a bitter and low "hello" that is answered with heavy ragged breaths. Coughing soon follows after and echoes through the phone. "What the he-" You begin to ask before you're interrupted by his sudden cursing and rage-filled words. "Stupid fucking Ethan Winters ... the bastard ... couldn't even ... finish the job ..." He coughs into the phone, blood pools in his gut, fuck he was ruining one of his favorite shirts and an empty swallowing pain aches through his stomach. But he barely cared.

"The fuck are you rambling about, Karl ...?" You ask harshly, standing up on your feet as you press the phone to your ear, waiting for an explanation. "Oh, fuck off! You wouldn't understand ...! Or care!" He howls back before you can hear him cough once again before a wince soon slips from his parted lips, an agitated expression twists onto your face. "You must've thought I would care if you thought to fuckin' call me. Tell me what's up or I swear I'll fucking hang up." You bark at him, clenching your fists tightly as heavy ragged breaths left your body in the presence of your anger. " ... If you do give a damn ... then your ex is bleeding the fuck out in his factory ... with no knowledge of medicine and shit." He coughs out, he presses his hand firmly onto his large wound, fuck was he in bad shape and Ethan Winters had fucked him up but like a coward left him alive. "I might be there. Keep pressure on the wound and try not to die, dickhead." You huff in a ragged breath before hanging up quickly, in a way you thought it was karma for him wanting to use a baby and possibly murder a baby to get rid of his toxic and frankly not real family.

You sit back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh leaving your lips and a question on your mind. Was it gonna be worth it? He could be trying to trick you, you thought to yourself and really questioned if you should drive there and help him supposedly. As much as you wanted to be bitter, to hold onto that resentment but your heart and soul ached to see that filthy man, it called out to him desperately. Your heart sang to see him, to hear him despite your mind's warnings and reasonable viewing of the situation. Like a dumbass, you listened to your heart and began to get dressed, you threw on some old coat and a pair of washed-up skinny jeans, you grabbed a med-kit and some stitches and quickly rush to drive to the hidden and eerie village. With your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal, you kept wishing and praying that he'd be fine, that the waste of gas and the risk of being pulled over by cops worth it. When you finally make it to the factory, it's grim and dark and seemingly stopped working, the smoke that came from the factory is gone, the noise and the racket that his factory produced every second. You quickly get out of your car, medkit, and tools in your arms as you enter, you can hear his heavy strained breaths echoing through the factory that is now seemingly dead. Lifeless. A series of coughs leave his lips as he sits slumped up against the side of his bed, his blood drips and oozes off his hand, covering his stomach wound as the pain just continued, it still ached and stung like salt on an exposed wound. His head is dizzy with a haze over him, fuck was his head aching like a motherfucker and everything on his body ached and cried out in pain. "Karl ...?!" He hears you shout desperately searching for the man, he could hear the distress in your voice, the panic that came in your hurried and seemingly quick steps. "I-I'm h-here ..." He weakly responds in a low whisper, blood begins to coat his tongue and the unfamiliar taste of iron rests upon his tongue. You hear his cry weakly and you quickly rush to his bedroom, heavy breaths leave your lips in your pursuit to find Karl before he bleeds out or chokes on his own blood. What an idiot ...

He's in seemingly worse shape than when you left, his lips are beginning to become tainted with his own blood, many small wounds were all over him but the most concerning was the one on his stomach. He's coughing and trying to take in oxygen, trying to taste something other than iron on his stomach and he turns to find you, standing there before him. Damn. He forces on a wide toothy grin when he meets your gaze, damn he could feel the tension and could see that dark haze in your eyes, full of disappointment and resentment. "So we f-fuckin' meet again, huh?" Karl coughs out as a short series of chuckles soon follow after, he's trying to keep what little pride he had intact. He couldn't be seen as weak after you broke him, you left him in pieces and chose to leave him because of some stupid sacrifices he had to make in pursuit of the happiness and freedom you deserved. "So we do, asshole ... let me guess, the plan that you were so persistent on working didn't fucking work ... what happened to never come back?" You growl at him, crossing your arms as bitterness seemingly runs through you, you could feel your heart thump in your chest and your hands curled into tight fists. " ... That doesn't m-matter right now. I just n-need your fucking help!" He snaps, his words strained and choked before a series of coughs soon leave his lips. You slowly take in a breath, considering whether to just hand him the medkit and fucking peace out but you know the asshole lacks medical knowledge and would die. You let a deep sigh leave your lips before you kneel beside him, putting one of his arms around your shoulders, and with a loud groan of pain, you set him down on the bed, lying him down on his back and making sure he was comfortable. "I'll only be able to take care of this and stop you from bleeding out. You'll have to be still, Karl otherwise I'll fuck up." You advise him, getting up to go wash your hands and make sure that you don't get him infected whilst you're at it, you come back into his bedroom and open the medkit and begin to get to work on the wound. Karl would've never thought or had the pride to call up his ex, the one person he told himself he'd never need again is forced to put his pride on the side and is forced to let his ex attend to his wounds. All he can do is frown deeply, turning away from you to stare out the window, and all he can think is that Ethan Winters is still out there. He's gonna kill Miranda. That was his job, that was something he spent his life working towards doing, getting rid of that bitch Miranda and stealing her precious power. He's forced out of his thoughts when you begin to rub alcohol onto the wound causing a sharp stinging sensation to shoot through him, he grits his teeth at the stinging and almost burning sensation plaguing his body. "Warn me next time, will ya?" He says before a heavy cough soon follows, you sigh deeply as you continue to rub the alcohol on his wound gently, making sure it doesn't get infected and die from an infected wound.

"Warn you? ... It's just rubbing alcohol not a lighter." You respond, rolling your eyes at the man before you as you set down the towel and begin to pull out your thread and your needle. If he thought the alcohol was painful then he is truly in for a rude awakening. "This is gonna be painful, Karl ... I'll try to be quick with it." You state, somewhat warning him of the pain to come. "Please do ... I can't wait until you fucking leave ..." Karl bitterly spat, still unable to accept the fact that he needed you, that you were right, that he wanted you back into his life because, in his mind, it's better to bottle it up. "I won't treat you if you act like an ignorant dog." You spat back, your eyes meet his for a moment as an expression of anger twists onto your face, he begins to try and speak before a wince fell from his lips at the sensation of the thread going through his skin, he slams his fist down onto the bed and hisses at the pain once more. "Says you, you literally came in here pissed. Maybe just shut up and do ... ah!" He begins to say, his words are filled with anger and irritation before another sharp sensation of pain shoots through him. "Look, my bad alright but it's not every day you want to see your ex who was willing to ..." You begin to retort back at him, giving him a mean glare before he barks back. "You have to make sacrifices for everything! ... Now Ethan is going to get his daughter, probably gonna murder Miranda when I deserved the right to kill her. To watch the bitch suffer and choke on her own fucking blood." He growls, bitterness comes to him like air and he lets out a huff through his nostrils, a bitter and sour expression twists onto his face as he thinks of the fact that Ethan nearly murdered him, he thinks to the fact Ethan is going to steal what he worked so hard to get. "Whether you kill her or he does, she'd still be dead. ... You need to just ... let go of it and be grateful he let you live ... besides can't you finally be free out of that woman's grasp?" You say, less bitterness in your voice than before as another painful wince slips from his parted lips, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets out a heavy ragged breath. "That's if that fool can kill her. That's why I needed Rose. I needed her power to help me kill her. I needed it." He growls, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.

"Did you ...? If Ethan nearly killed you then you severely underestimated how powerful he is ... probably can rival Miranda's power or maybe it's ... it's because he loves his daughter so much, it drives him to keep going." You say, your once bitter expression faded into something more dreary as you are reminded of your past, you would've done anything for that child. He scoffs to himself, turning away from you as you stop stitching him up as a truly bitter and painful expression twists onto your beautiful face. You force his face towards your own and gaze deeply into his eyes, you want him to feel, to see the pain that you felt and he did feel it. "You act like it's so terrible to be human ... it's so terrible to fall victim to your emotions ... that man loves his child just like how you loved me. He would've sacrificed anything for that child, he was willing to try and kill you, he was willing to kill Lady Dimitrescu, he was willing to do it all. That's what being human is. That's what's strong, so fucking strong." You exclaim, slowly inhaling a breath into your nostrils as silence quickly fills the air between you both, you can see the realization in his eyes flicker before him and how he softens in a way. Licking your lips, you push him back and hide that urge that was a habit you had, leaning to kiss him whenever your eyes met his whenever you saw how he softened before you. You missed that so much. You didn't say anything more, you go back to stitching up his stomach wound with an unreadable expression on your face, it was a mixture of pain and frustration and Karl saw it but most of all he saw your pain. It reminded him of his own. He would do anything for you. If you wanted him he would take you back in a heartbeat and he was afraid to admit that. Afraid to admit that he was still weak to you, still weak under your human ways that he used to relish in with you and he was afraid of being open, being hurt, being vulnerable, and falling victim to you in case you left him again. In a way you were weak to him too, stubborn as well but more willing to open up to him, to be vulnerable in front of him, willing to take the bait if it meant you would get hurt again. You were almost numb. To it. The pain that he had caused you but it was still there, stinging you at whatever moment it got and you let it become what you see Karl as. Another reminder of your pain, another man willing to sacrifice whatever for a taste of freedom and revenge. But despite that you loved him.

"I apologize for acting like a bitch when I came in here. I just ... I never thought you'd call or need me ever again and I didn't think I needed you either." You say in a somewhat soft breath, you meet his eyes for a few moments before turning your attention back to his wound and he turns towards you, licking his lips before he runs his finger over his bottom lip. "Thank you." He says smartly with a prideful smile soon curling onto his lips before you roll your eyes at him, you bite your tongue to stop any laughter from coming out. "Come on, you have manners don't you Karl? You acted like a bit of a dick too. Or is it too low of Mr. Karl Heisenberg to apologize?" You tease, a natural warm smile curls onto your lips for a few moments, Karl's heart feels light once more and it pulsates in his chest at the once familiar sight he used to see all the time, he missed that smile. Chuckling, he looks down and can feel the bitter irony taste on his tongue begin to fade away slowly but surely it is. "I apologize for acting like a dick earlier. There. That make you happy?" He says, rolling his eyes to himself before you nod with a chuckle soon falling from your lips, your hair had changed, your fashion sense had as well but you were still the same with that warm smile that made him nearly have a heart attack. "Alright, I should be done in a moment ... I'll clean your wound once again and make sure it doesn't get infected ..." You say once more, your tone has returned to its initial seriousness and he sighs to himself, just when he thought you were letting the mask fall, just when he thought things might be going back to normal. "It's fine, do what you have to do ..." He responds, waving his hand in a motion to allow you to keep doing what you were doing. You continued for a few moments longer, trying to stay focused on stitching his wound up but suddenly thoughts starting appearing in your head, what if things could go back to normal? What if you can be free together now? What if you can share happiness with him? Maybe you were an optimistic fool but having hope that things might change between you two is something that you happily looked forward to.

"Alright, I'm done. You shouldn't bleed out and die and ... I'd say try not to fuck up your stitches. But I should be going if I am not of any help to you anymore, Karl ..." You say lowly, reaching out to seize your medkit before he suddenly grabs your wrist, just like the last time you saw him causing you to nearly jump at the sudden grasp on your wrist. He realizes what he's doing from your somewhat distressed expression and lets go of your wrist quickly. "I'm sorry for ... that. But ... I'll probably need more medicine or more care to make sure I don't fuck up my stitches." He rambles, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just another moment, licking his lips his eyes meet yours once again and you see that familiar desperation in his eyes. But this time, you thought what if you stayed and so you set your medkit back down and let a deep breath leave your lips, you somewhat missed the familiar sound of his factory working and working tirelessly. "I hope you aren't planning on stopping Ethan. I'm sorry but it's just fucking stupid ... let him take care of Miranda and let him have Rose then you have what you want. Freedom. Happiness." You exclaim, sitting on the opposite end of the bed beside him with legs resting on the mattress. "I ... I want to. ... Miranda has caused so much pain, so much agony to me ... she doesn't see me as her son, nor will I ever see her as a mother. She's just ... she's just a crazy bitch who decided to steal a fucking baby and hope it could be a vessel for her fucking precious little Eva." He growls bitterly, a sour expression twists onto his face as he crosses his arms, still bitter to the core and revenge is still tainting his mind, no thought of freedom or happiness crossed his mind. Just Miranda. "I know. All she cares about is finding a body for Eva ... but you could finally be happy away from that crazy ass woman. Besides ... this plan has already been a huge failure." You exclaim in a gentle sigh, licking your lips before taking in a breath and so many memories flood back to your brain whenever you stare at something. Even this bed has so many memories.

"I ... I haven't failed. Besides blame Ethan for ruining an otherwise amazing plan. So much for working together." He spat, rolling his eyes at the thought that he was possibly bested by a mere human makes his blood boil. "This plan has nearly cost you your life and cost you a chance at even getting a sliver of freedom." You explain, another sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the mattress beneath you, silence fills the room once more because Karl's pride won't allow him to see that maybe he had failed in his plan. "You even lost me ..." You muttered lowly almost in a whisper but Karl heard it and his expression twisted from bitter to disheartened and remorseful. "Look, I get that I hurt you and I hate it. But I needed to do it ... I needed to try and get rid of her! Get some kinda control over my own fucking life! I am done with being another experiment for her to use for her wishes! I ... I just want to be free ..." He exclaims, all manner of emotion is pouring out of him and seeping through his mask of charm, taking in a slow shaky breath as his throat tightens and memories flicker of his family, his real family. His mother, her warm smile that is reminiscent of yours, her warm comfy hugs and just remembering it had tears traveling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw firmly. Your expression softened at the sight before you, a saddened and pitiful frown curls onto your lips as you can sense his pain, he really lost his life to being Miranda's experiment, to being her slave. A soft breath leaves your lips and you rest your hand upon his shoulder, expressing comfort as he inhales another shaky breath, pain is what became of him and he tried to fix himself only to become more broken.

"Karl, listen to me ... you're allowed to be happy ... you're allowed to smile, allowed to be angry, you're allowed to be happy." You coo, your words are gentle but powerful and your eyes are sincere, warm, and delicate to his eyes. He turns to you, eyes slightly puffy and an expression of pain is twisted on his face, letting a gentle breath when he looks at you, when he gazes into your eyes for a few moments, he's reminded of happiness, he's reminded of warmth, he's reminded of love and family. He still loves you. His eyebrows furrow before he wraps his arms around you, clinging to you desperately as he buries his face into you, still pain torments him when he can and it destroys his life. It destroyed his relationship with you, it destroyed everything around him and it almost destroyed him, he would've sacrificed everything just for freedom, just to have his life be his own. He sees it now, it comes to him painfully raw and honest and he almost hates it because of how he hurt you, the one damn good thing in his shitty miserable life. "I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and you came back for me? I ... I don't fuckin' deserve you ... at all ..." He exclaims, his words muffled into the fabric of your clothes as he can feel your arms wrap around him, your hands gently massage him and the simple gesture puts him at peace and ease. "I came back because as much as you hurt me ... you don't deserve this, Karl ... despite how I left you, I still care so much about you. Hell, when it's you I listen to my heart rather than my fucking brain. With you, it's different ... with you, I could never forget you. At all." You confessed with a soft sigh leaving your lips at the end of your words, your hands move to his long untamed grey and brown locks, you gently run your fingers through his locks and you nearly chuckle at the unique texture of his hair. "I didn't either, butterfly ... I hurt you and I see how I fucking hurt you, hell I didn't care if you left me I was still going to continue to plan despite how it hurt you. I'm an asshat. I wouldn't want to remember me if I did that." He exclaims, a gentle smile curls onto his lips as he stares up at you with a familiar smile that warms your heart, it leaves it jumping in your chest and leaves your stomach with butterflies.

"It's good that you see that and I hate that hurt you too ... I know that I left feeling so bad, so bitter about this whole fucking plan ... but this plan the only good thing it brought to you was bringing me to find your nearly dead ass." You chuckle, a wide smile curls onto your lips as a peaceful and joyful expression is plastered onto your face, another chuckle leaves your lips as a warm familiar smile remains on your lips. He can't stop himself from smiling as well, savoring these moments you share of nothing but pure joy, and he can't help but cup both sides of your cheeks. His fingers gently caress your cheeks, his smile warms your heart and your soul and the familiar sensation of his hands against your cheeks made you melt before him. Silence fills the room as he admires you, your beautiful features, and everything along with it. "Out of everyone in the world, I could never hate you ..." He chuckles almost like a giggly child at a toy store, a wide smile remains plastered on his face and his soul is singing, calling out for you and his heart thrashes wildly in his ribcage. You let out a gentle breath and suddenly his lips are pressed gently against yours, your stomach is crowed and flooded with butterflies, your heart is pulsating in your chest, and everything is calling out to Karl. Moments after, he pulls away from your lips with a somewhat worried expression on his face, he questions was he moving too fast, did you not want him but his thoughts are put to stop when your lips collide passionately against his. It came to you so naturally and once the thought appeared in your head, your heart followed along with it along with your body, and here you were passionately kissing the man who you hadn't seen in over 6 months. He groans against your lips, savoring and relishing the familiar sensations that came as his eyes flutter close, he was such a fool, such a fool to not see that he was risking the only thing that mattered for a chance at even getting freedom. He was but a child ...

Groaning against his lips as you began to clutch a fistful of his hair, the kiss quickly grew deeper and more heated, heavy breaths left both your lips as you gently devoured each other's lips, greedy for the sensations it brought you both. Groaning into your mouth once more, Karl's hands slip your jacket off of you, he throws it to the floor and buries his lips into your neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin earning a soft gasp from your lips at the sharp sensation. "Karl ..." You say in a ragged breath, hands still entangled in his locks of hair as he continues to kiss and suck on your neck, your body begins to heat up with arousal and your body begins to ache for Karl. "Damn ... I just can't get enough of you, can I?" He chuckles, grinning devilishly at you as his eyes glance at your lips once again, he pulls you into another heated kiss that has his tongue prying your lips apart. His tongue enters your mouth, his tongue grinds against yours and your tongues begin to dance erotically together causing both of you to moan against each other's lips at the tingling sensations that spread across your tongues. Karl's arousal begins to show with the bulge that swells in his pants, he continues to kisses you, moaning and groaning at the overdue sensation of a warm body against his. Pulling away from your lips, heavy ragged breaths leave both of your lips and he can't help but notice your flushed cheeks as a breathless expression remains on your face. "Do you want this ...? Do you want me, (Y/N) ...?" He asks in a ragged breath, his hand cups one of your cheeks, as he gazes intensely into your eyes, lust, and desire, clouded those beautiful eyes of yours and it was one of his favorite expressions on your face. "I want you so much ... I want nothing but you and your naked body to be mine ..." You answer, smirking devilishly at the man before you as a low chuckle soon leaves your lips, grinning widely at you he kisses your lips once again, cherishing the smooth and delicate feeling of your lips.

"Mmh, your lips feel amazing, darling ... I missed all of this, the kisses, the touches, the way you worship me ... I missed it all so much." He purrs lustfully as a chuckle soon follows after, taking in a breath he pushes you onto your back earning a gasp from you before he gets in between your legs. He stares at the tank top you wore, it hugged your body perfectly, and hell it exposed a lot of skin, though it was basic it was enough for him. You'll always be enough for him and more. "Arms up, darling ..." He chirps, you raise your arms, and off comes your tank top and your torso was immediately met with multiple kisses and bright hickeys that decorated your skin. Wrapping your arms around his chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, he lightly sucks on one as his other hand explores your torso, caressing your skin gently and with care. Your heart is thrashing, pounding in your ribcage, and heat floods through your being, arousal comes with that and it leaves you aching so terribly with a need for sweet release. Heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, licking your lips as you can only think of Karl, what he was going to do to you, what you were going to do to him. He takes your nipple out of his mouth, trailing kisses down your stomach as he gets lower and lower until he reaches your bothersome pants, letting out a growl he harshly pulls your pants down and throws them somewhere before he immediately buries his face into your crotch. His tongue moves gently, caressing all your sweet spots as the heat begins to boil up deep inside of you, you relished and savored the moist heat that caressed you in such amazing ways. Moaning against you, his hands wrap around your thighs to keep you from moving too much but he thought it was all about making you feel better, tonight was all about what you wanted, whatever you wanted you will have it. "Oh, Karl ...! Hah ... shit ... shit ..." You moan shamelessly, your hands clutch and grasp at his long locks of hair as heavy breaths are pried from your lips along with whispers of his name falling from those beautiful lips of yours. "Enjoying it, darling ... am I being good for you? Am I a good boy? Tell me I'm a good boy, kitten ..." He purrs erotically, his words roll gracefully off his tongue before he buries his tongue back into you, kissing, licking, and sucking on all of your sweet spots. "Good boy ...! Oh, so good ... fuck I missed your mouth so much ..." You whine needily, clutching at the sheets beneath you as you lick your lips, waves, and waves of heated ecstasy washes over you in sharp and powerful waves.

"That's it ...! Fuck, don't stop ... don't stop fucking me with that tongue of yours ...!" You cry out in a series of moans that are soon followed by ragged breaths, you grind your hips against his mouth eager and aching for some form of release, eager for more of the ecstasy he gives you. But he suddenly stops as he can barely hold himself back from taking you right here and right now, he begins to unzip his pants and fights to get them off. An annoyed expression twists onto your face as you roll your eyes and get up from the bed, grabbing him by his shoulders and turning him around towards the bed as you push him onto the bed with a devilish grin. "It's my turn, love ..." You chuckle as you begin to straddle his lap with your arms pressed into his chest and you begin to take him inside of you as a heavy breathless moan of his name leaves your lips the moment his thick cock fills you. It throbs and twitches inside of you, making you nearly jump at the sensation before you take all of his thick throbbing cock inside of you, the way he fills you is like no other, his cock stretches you and fills you perfectly. The way your walls clung and hugged his thick throbbing cock drove him insane, a heavy groan left his lips at the tight heat that surrounded and embraced his throbbing cock. "Oh, fucking hell ...! Shit ... so damn tight and ... hot ... come on, darling ride me nice and hard. Leave me at your mercy ..." He purrs devilishly as a long chuckle soon follows after, lust clouds his remarkable green eyes, his hands reach up to cup your flushed cheeks as a warm joyful smile curls onto his lips. You smile back at him, joy washing over you like a breeze as you rested your hands upon his shoulders and began to chase eagerly and joyfully after your sweet and euphoric release. Your hips grind and roll against his lap, heavy breaths are pried from your lips as heat begins to build and rise through your body, Karl's heavy ragged breaths can be heard along with yours as he wraps his arms around your neck. A low "fuck" leaves his parted lips as his eyelashes weigh heavy on top of his shut eyelids, sharp electric sensations of bliss shot through him every time your hips went lower. Burying his teeth into his bottom lip, a heavy groan leaves his lips at the blissful heat that envelopes his throbbing eager cock, all he can do is stare in awe at your expressions of bliss and ecstasy. It's so amazing.

"Mmh, baby ... you're so goddamn beautiful ... so exquisite. Come on, tell me how much you love me ... show me how much you've missed me ..." He purrs with a devilish smile on his lips, biting his lips soon afterward he places his hands on your hips gently moving them back and forth just to speed things up a bit. Your cheeks quickly become flushed at his words as you lightly squeeze onto his shoulders, heavy breaths still leaving your parted lips as you begin to throw your hips up and down onto his thick throbbing cock. It presses and drives into you eagerly, lightly hitting your sweet spot causing whines of Karl's name to be pried from your lips, licking your lips you entangle Karl into another heated passionate kiss that is so full of tenderness and consideration. "Karl ...! F-fuck ...!" You whine needily as you pull away from his lips, your eyes flutter at the bliss that courses through you as the heat floods through you. Your teeth grind against your bottom lip gently before you begin to slam your hips down onto his throbbing cock that perfectly curled onto your sweet spot as it repeatedly hits that sweet spot making his name fall from your lips again and again. "Oh! Karl ...! Mmh, Karl ...! It's so fuckin good, Karl ...!" You moan breathlessly, throwing your head back at the ecstasy that washes over you in burning relentless waves, skin hitting against skin echoed through his bedroom as your moans and heavy breaths are Karl's melody. Groaning deeply, his hands move lower onto your ass cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the area he lightly squeezes them with a chuckle following after, it's not a minute before he's nearly arching his back and a long whine is pried from his throat. "Fucking hell, sweetheart ...! Ooh, hah ...!" He whines deeply as waves and waves of ecstasy washed over him, he couldn't be happier and everything in his being felt like it could cry of joy. "Karl ... I'm gonna ... oh fuck ... fuck ... gonna c-cum!" You manage to say, heavy breaths fill your throat and your heart thrashes and pounds erratically in your chest, thighs tremble and shake against his legs, and your entire body throbs and aches. "Kiss me, oh please kiss me ... tell me how much you love me ..." Karl rambles in a series of heavy breaths as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning in for another heated kiss as you continue to slam your hips down as hard as you can moaning shamelessly against his lips. Your entire body trembles and pulsates erratically as you had boiled over, heat travels through you along with sweet sweet ecstasy that left you nearly screaming his name against his lips. Pulling away from his lips as heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, you gaze intensely, it's not moments before your name falls breathlessly from his parted lips and his expression of joy quickly fades into one of ecstasy and relief. Sharp powerful sensations of ecstasy shot through him relentlessly as began to cling to you, wrapping his arms around you clinging to you and to what for a second feels so much like a damn dream.

Wrapping your arms around him, you find serenity in his cool embrace and you find serenity in the idea that things are gonna be okay, that things are gonna change from today to hopefully years from now. You smile into his embrace before pulling out of his embrace, moments later as you gaze into each other's eyes once more, passion and warmth clouded his green eyes. That look in his eyes like he was just so ... happy and like you're the one thing that matters in his erratic and wild world. "So ... Karl, what's next for us? ... After Miranda is dead and all that bullshit ...?" You question with a curious smile resting upon your lips, you rest in his embrace and he can't help but chuckle at your words. "Whatever it is that is next for you ... whether it's fucking staying here or leaving for better places ... you go and I'll follow." He answers warmly and confidently as a chuckle soon follows after his words. "Oh, so I made you my loyal dog, have I?" You chuckle, beaming at the man before you as he can't help but chuckle once more at your words. "In a way, yes you have ... made me weak for you ... made me unafraid to be myself around you. ... You are incredibly special to me, butterfly ..." He says in a gentle breath, smiling warmly at you as you can't help but flush different shades of red at his words. "You're even more special ... I love you more than you will ever know Karl ... and I've loved you all this time ... I hope I will never stop loving you. That no matter how bad things get that we will get through it together." You exclaim in pure joy as you both end up smiling sheepishly at each other before you rest your head in the nape of his neck and he wraps his arms around, hoping for a more optimistic and brighter future than he could've ever imagined.

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