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jinsoulfromlewna · 19 days

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𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘'𝗦 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌 how the pyramid game characters show they're undying love for you! as subtle as it may be or as obvious as possible

𝖺/n god this kdrama is SOO good! i know it's a bit new but i got sad at the lack of fics ;(

btw, eunjueng n yerim don't like eachother here (boooo!!)

S𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this main characters almost curses herself for falling in love with you! i mean, sure, you're talented, nice.. amazing.. pretty.. but she's trying to destroy the pyramid game! and you're distracting her so much. maybe talking to you and sitting next to you in half of your classes will help, yeah!

she sweats, trying to start any small talk with you. of course, it's not obvious at all. sooji has a talent of acting calm and stuff. when she asks you the time, and you turn on your phone to reveal the time and coincidentally, what song your headphones are playing, she quickly makes a conversation with you about the artist. you quickly become friends.

but like.. it's just for you to join them in defeating the game! at least that's what she tells jaeun.

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𝖬𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠-𝖤𝖴𝖭

ja-eun has always liked you, you were the only reason she kinda.. stayed alive during her continuous years of being grade F. you (mostly) always stayed in grade C but even if you moved into D, or even F, you were always with her. one time, you actually moved into the F grade with her and she won't ever forget how you giggled on the floor with her after getting beat up.

she hated that moment, but loved seeing you giggling over the saddest things, really.

she always admired you a lot, and that special friendship slowly turned into love. she would feel special as you reject your other, more popular, friends to eat with the school's outcast.

you were one of the first people she brought home, and you even called her mom once! though, it hurt when you introduced yourself as her friend. she wanted to be more, so, so badly.

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𝖡𝖠𝖤𝖪 𝖧𝖠-𝖱𝖨𝖭

harin never really.. liked you. you thought, because she would always stare at you with that lifeless, shiver inducing stare. you never really understood why everyone liked her so much because of this.

but it was all wrong, harin liked you a whole lot. but god knows she would rather die than admit that. she's secretly praying for the day you confess your secret love for her, as you ramble how you were too shy to say so because she's so rich and popular and pretty, and then she interrupts you with a kiss and-

"ha-rin! c'mon, let's go to lunch!"

ugh. well, fantasies aside, you were already hers the moment she stared into those beautiful orbs of yours.

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𝖨𝖬 𝖸𝖤-𝖱𝖨𝖬

this idol trainee has always been head over heels for you since you two met! she found you very interesting to say the least, and having lunch with you and eunjeong has.. made her realize some things. like her sexuality

but she brushes it off, not wanting to ruin the friendship you have. to show her love (in a normal, 100% platonic way) constantly buys you stuff like snacks you seem to enjoy, or gifts you might like. she also invites you on shopping sprees, on "friend dates", or to her house to have a sleepover together! or yours, she wouldn't mind either

just be careful when ogling something you want or even show the minimum interest in when on a hangout with her, because you will find it on your desk the day after. maybe with a letter... a flower or two.. or a dozen..

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𝖲𝖤𝖮 𝖣𝖮-𝖠𝖧

probably the hardest to catch on to. she's a bit cold and tough to crack but after she realizes the tad crush she has on you, it'll be easier to talk with her. if you're lucky you might even get a moment of her smiling!

she always pressures you to study for finals or midterms, well, exams in general. she video calls you sometimes but like, just to be sure you're doing that project due thursday at first period, not because she wants to see that cute little face of yours- i mean, what?

even after all that pressure from her to study, you don't do it as much as she does, so when the teacher isn't looking you whisper into her ear. "do-ah, what's the answer to number 17?" and while she usually never replies when it's someone else, she can make an excuse for you. "a." she whispers back.

after the exam results, you two walk out of school together, you were going to say farewell but she interrupts you. "hey. you owe me for giving you the answer." do-ah was never the one to do things like that, but you complied. "how about a dat- uh, a hangout at a restaurant o-or the movies?" you smiled. getting close to her, you whisper in her ear. "to a restaurant, ey? hehe, a date it is."

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𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this cutesy girl had the biggest friend crush on you since you met! i mean you were so pretty and kind, who wouldn't wanna be your friend?! she'd try and eat lunch with you everyday, she'd sit next to you whenever she can (in and out of class) and just really tries to spend time with you whenever she can!

as you get more used to her being all over you all the time, you give in and accept being her friend. i mean, it's not like you ignored her but you kinda thought she was weird and stuff. yet now, she's one of your best friends!

she's with you at all times, and you were there for her when baek ha-rin yelled at her and you were there when she didn't have anyone. when you hugged her, and said everything was going to be okay, wiping her tears as you stared into her eyes, she knew you were the one.

the one for her. she smiled. <3

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𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖣𝖠-𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭

while she's an absolute bitch to everyone else, that changes completely when you're around. she even gets a bit lively, but obviously she's still super mean, in a teasing way!!

she hooks an arm around your shoulder as you two walk together to class, cutting off anyone who wants to try and flirt with you. whenever she's bullying a grade F, just tell her to hangout with you, especially in that tone when she can tell you're sad about her actions, she'll leave them alone immediately.

you're one of the only people she goes to so she can vent and stuff, a lot of times she goes to your house (when your parents aren't around, obviously) and smokes or drinks liquor as she talks about her problems. you're a real comfort for her, well, your presence in general is.

if you ever get into grade F (unlikely, because she has like over half the class threatened to vote for you plus your friends and her), let's say the 'bullying' is a bit different. you guys are just friends, yeah, but she still teases you by saying stuff like how about you give me a kiss?

and well, who are you to reject what a grade A says, right?

written by @jinsoulfromlewna. please do not repost or translate without consent.

#pyramid game x reader #pyramid game #baek harin #sung soo ji #ja eun #seo do ah #bang wooji #kim dayeon #pyramid game x y/n #pyramid game x you #fanfic #x reader #kdrama #kpop

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Sleep paralysis demon : dark!Morpheus x f!reader

Request from the prompt list : How about 139-142 of your prompt list with Dream of the Endless and Reader, please

139: This place gives me creeps, 140: I swear my house is haunted

141: Did you hear that? 142: It’s just your imagination

warning: this ain't no fluff :D :D and it's a bit short, since I'm lacking time lately

During my relatively not-so-long life I’ve read a lot of stories, myths and legends. I guess that was why my imagination and creativity was something I valued most about myself. I used to daydream a lot and create hypothetical situations in my mind. Those always seemed nicer and better than mundane, day-to-day life. It always started with a single though “How crazy would it be if …..” and then just went on and on, sometimes influencing my sleeping hours. Sometimes I woke up remembering exactly what I was dreaming about, some other I had no time to dwell on it, consumed by all the duties and things to do, wishing it was all more colorful. Let me add the fact that November aura was not really helpful with keeping good, dreamy attitude. Or maybe it was quite the opposite since for the last couple days I felt like I could sleep all the time. Almost like some Disney princess….. Ugh! I truly hated the thought that I would be so helpless and lifeless. I was rather a fighting, fierce type.

During one particularly boring Monday, dealing with all the paperwork and excel spreadsheets a sudden idea came into my mind. Lucid dreaming. I’ve heard about it before, but never really tried it. Could a person really learn how to do it, safely? I would not like to risk sleepwalking and doing something crazy and/or dangerous like walking (or rather falling from) the rooftop or calling someone in the middle of the night, spilling my most shameful, dark secrets. I did not know that, but it was my best intend to try it. I checked some information on the Internet and even tried to trick one of my friends, who was a doctor into helping me understand this procedure. For research purpose and out-of-curiosity of course. My best excuse was that I was writing an article about it and needed some professional advice on which angle approach it. I also might have mentioned something about dealing with nightmares and my inability to sleep, since allegedly lucid dreaming was quite a cure for it. He was suspicious at first, but finally gave up and told me what I came from.

When the darkness fell (and may I remind you it was November so the sun was setting at like 4 p.m) I started getting ready, airing my bedroom, setting the alarm clock on particular hours which were supposed to keep me in the right state, putting on my sleeping mask and chanting some suggestive mantras. After what seemed like an eternity I got a bit frustrated. Why was it not working? How long have I been laying like this? An hour, two? Fifteen minutes. Fifteen freaking minutes and I was already going crazy. “Maybe this was stupid idea after all” I though kicking the blanket and getting up ready to make myself some herbal tea instead. This was actually proven to be working and if not, at least it will calm my nerves.

The moment I put my feet on the ground something felt terribly, terribly wrong and I could not figure out why. I was still in my apartment, familiar and safe place I designed and decorated by myself. I knew like the back of my hand and therefore it should not feel so… cold. And dark. My own place gave me creeps and I could not help shuddering. Cold sweat run down my spine as I grabbed something for protection and slowly, carefully descended the steps acting paranoid and looking out for any threats or a mere signal of danger. My vocal cords were ready to scream my lungs out for help if the need arose.

“Who is there?” I asked, but it came more of a whisper. Right, I was only so scary in my own mind while in reality, standing in the middle of the stairs with back plastered to the wall and being dressed in pajama with cartoon characters wouldn’t scare a five year old. Another step, two, three and I was in the kitchen. If anything at least I had some knifes there. AH! Maybe they would be of use faster then I remember. I swear I saw a shadow on the wall. I could not even comprehend and recognize the shape, but it faintly reminded me of the raven. The Death’s bird a terrifying voice whispered in my mind. I swear my house is haunted! I laid down in normal world and woke up in the out-of-horror-movie one ….. Wait, woke up? Did I…..?

“Oh, fuck!” the curse came out of my mind involuntarily and I immediately covered my mouth, dropping the knife in the process and causing even more noise. “Fuck!” my little experiment worked, just not really in the way I wanted it to. Ok, breathe, breathe, if it’s just a dream nothing wrong can happen to you, right? RIGHT? But what if Freddy Krueger or Jack Torrance came out of the corner? What if chucky or Pennywise will come to life? God! My mind was not playing tricks on me, projecting all the horror movies I knew. What’s next? A lighting for an effect? A wind? Some other supernatural phenomena? And speaking of supernatural maybe Winchesters brothers will come to the rescue? I wouldn’t mind a bit of Dean’s help and …. “oh, just shut up, shut up!” I hissed at my restless brain which I started to hate at the moment. Panting, wet with fear, scared to move I was just standing in place, my eyes scanning the whole place frantically. Suddenly the sound of the creeping floor came from my right side.

“Did you hear that?” that little voice inside my head came back to life again and I was now shuddering uncontrollably, almost sobbing and putting all my effort not to sob and whimper. “It’s coming for you….. You’re punishment. You have been a bad, bad girl…..” all the demons dominated my mind and I fell to the floor being a mess of a person, fully aware I had no place to run and completely unaware who was he. Well, I was about to find it out soon as the room became even darker, if that was even possible but when you are scared you exaggerate everything. Fear is not rational. Then the air became freezing to the point where I saw cold steam coming from my mouth and my hands and feet became instantly cold. I was about to die out of fear or out of cold, didn’t know which option was worse. I closed my eyes frantically repeating that this was just a dream, just a dream, nothing more. Well, I did not know that back at the moment, but I was just so, so right about this one.

Sadly, holding my knees close to the chest, embracing myself and shutting eyes did not make me invisible which I was assured of, as sudden cawing came from above my head and talons painfully scratched my head. Not to the bleeding point but leaving marks there and most likely ripping some of the hair.

“Please, please, go away….” I sobbed with shaking voice.

“Open your eyes.” Deep, dark, soft voice said with the tone warning me not to object this command but I just could not listen, shaking my head, shutting eyes even more.

“Open them or I’ll make you.” the voice became darker and the temperature fell a few more degrees so I listened….. automatically regretting that. This time I could not hold the scream rising in me at the sight of a pair of two, yellowy glowing eyes in front of me. A devil came for me. And if not a devil then certainly a demon. Bare handed, dressed in black coat, almost confluent with the surroundings. I could not clearly see the features of this being but messy hair and fearful expression was shown for a second as the light came on his face. That was clearly a man, but demons are known for their shapeshifting abilities. And the raven, the messenger of death. It all would make sense.

“Please don’t hurt me” I begged on my knees “I did nothing wrong.”

“didn’t you? Didn’t you try to lucid dream?”

“Yes, but….” I whimpered

“Didn’t you try to mess with the natural order of things?” this creature cold gaze was fixed on me and it was extremely uncomfortable, making me feel guily

“I did not mean to….” I tried again and once more was cut out

“Didn’t you try to enter my realm without permission?” he raised and walked towards me, eyes throwing daggers and glistening in the darkness. “Didn’t you get another dreamers involved in your scheming? Didn’t you try to get power of dreams for yourself?”

“I…. I…..” he lift me up from the floor with tight grip that would definitely left bruised and if I thought I was scared before than I did not know the meaning of the word.

“ You shall be punished.”

“Please, I was just trying to….”

“Silence! You deserve nightmares and darkness and void for trying to circumvent the rules I oversee. No reason or inducement is an excuse for such action. I shall condemn you.”

“Please, please, I beg you. I won’t ever do this again!” I cried because of fear and pain combined “I was just trying to escape my boring life, that’s all. Never planned to disobey or go against you… Please, please, let me go…..”

“You shall remember well not to interfere with my affairs in the future, rogue dreamer. Keep it in your mind or I shall come for you and I won’t be so lenient. For now, this dream is over” he spoke coldly and disappeared in the cloud of something that reminded sand.

And that was when I woke up, screaming and springing from the bed, frantically touching every part of my body to make sure nothing happened to me and I was unharmed. Shit!

“It was just your imagination.” I told myself trying to calm the breathing and rapidly beating heart. “No more experiments with sleeping. Just imagination……”

But if truly was a dream why was there a scar on my forehead at the hairline, barely visible, looking like a mark from a claw of a bird?

@pinksirensong @somest1

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slashingdisneypasta · 10 months

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Human!Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You find your best friend in his room with the lights off and a sheet over the mirror. // You and Greasy have been best friends your whole lives, and when you were around 16 you made a set of rules with each other to keep each other- one of which was No fucking. You’re about to break that rule.

You said you need to lose two or three

You’d never say all that to me.

I hate hearing you say that

Oh, that comparison game, it will never play fair.

Say you ain’t beautiful, let me stop you right there.

(That’s My Friend You’re Talkin’ About, Tenille Arts)

Warnings: Body negativity (Body positivity too, though. It wins.), and smut (Mentions of reader having a pussy and boobs, and Greasy cumming inside). Unedited for now apart from the smut, its bedtime.

Tags: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookiifi . I hope y'all like this 😅 Please let me know if you want to make any changes to the conditions of me tagging you in things! 😅😅 Have a wonderfulll day ^^

After unlocking the door with your own key, a gift from Greasy on your birthday last year along with a note that said you’re always welcome in his room~ and a voucher for a spa day, you slip out of your coat and hang it up beside Smartass’ pink jacket and kick the door closed behind you. Its freezing outside, but its lovely in here. Psycho must have messed with the thermostat when Smartass wasn’t looking, you guess. Ohh, he is not going to be happy when he realises… and, God, you hope to see it. You love the chaos around here- if you could live here, you totally would! Alas, you’re just another mouth to feed to Smarty, so you just make do with coming over all the time.

As you make your way through the house, looking for Greasy, you steal an apple from the bowl in the kitchen - not a banana. You learnt the hard way that your poor, perverted friend can’t handle that. No phallic foods when he’s around, that’s one of your friendship’s rules, and a pretty important one in fact just under ‘No fucking’, - when no ones looking, and flash Stupid a smile when he waives at you. He’s so sweet, if you could steal anyone from this house it would definitely be him. Unfortunately, Smartass is pretty touchy about the idea of you adopting any of his men.

When the boss notices you’re there, looking up from the stove with a tired sigh, you give him a waive too- but he’s not as reciprocal as Stupid is. He rolls his eyes and groans, looking back to the veggies he’s frying. “What are you doin’ here… “

“Why do you think?” You ask, holding the stolen apple behind your back and leaning against the kitchen wall.

Instead of answering your question, which was rhetorical anyway, Smartass shakes his head. “Why you gotta… Ugh. You make my life harder.”

You give a sigh, fake sympathetic. “Oh, I know.” He loves you really. He just doesn’t know it; He’s not in contact with those emotions.

“You’re a bad influence on my boys.” He continues, all woe-is-me as he stares into his lifeless, soulless vegetables.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I knew at least one of them before you did- I have jurisdiction on him!”

“Whatever,” Smartass rolls his eyes again. “Get outta my kitchen. Dinner’s on in an hour, and you betta eat everything tonight or you’re stayin’ back ta do the dishes.”

As Smartass isn’t looking at you and you’re turning around anyway, towards the door, you take out the apple and rub it on your shirt sleeve. “Yessir- “You almost bump into another member of the household slipping into the kitchen, but he catches you by the arms and guides you around- so you’re out, and he’s in. A warm smile immediately slips across your face. You always had a thing for this one. “Wheezy- Hi! Looking especially rugged, today.”

“Hey, Y/N… thanks.”

“You’re welcome~”

He rolls those steal blue eyes up towards the ceiling, one corner of his mouth not impeded by cigarettes quirks up, and you feel like absolutely melting. “… Yeah. Well. I’m gonna go. But- you’re here to cheer up Grease, right?”

… That’s odd. What? Why would Greasy need cheering up? The confused, suddenly serious look on your face tells Wheezy all he needed to know and he gives a heavy, smoky sigh; Twisting his body to look at his boss. You follow his gaze, an eyebrow raising. “Y’didn’t tell em?”

“They’re gonna find out when they smell the enchiladas all the way down the hall. Why should I?”

“Enchiladas of Despair??” You ask, eyes wide and concerned. Greasy only makes enchiladas when he’s sad. They’re his comfort food. What happened???

“Mhm, yeah. Enchiladas of despair.” Wheezy nods in agreement, sucking in a good draw of tobacco before talking again. “… He’s in bad shape, Y/N. I was just gonna say, if you’re here to fix ‘em- be careful. Stupid went up there earlier and tried to bribe him out and the guy came down crying.”

Eyes going even wider, not even attempting to hide your apple from Smartass anymore as it hangs in your hand where he can see it, you frown deeper. “He made Stupid cry??”

“Yeah, but you know Stupid. He probably forgot- he’s happy as a fiddle, now, watchin’ his cartoons.”

That’s a tiny relief. “Okay. I’m gonna go see what I can do now- “Quickly, you give Wheezy’s arm a squeeze, before turning to head up the stairs. “Thank you.”

“Goodluck!”

When you reach Greasy’s room you just walk right in, closing the door behind you again and plunging you both into the darkness inside. And yep, you can definitely smell the enchiladas. But what’s weirder? You can see them. They’re sitting untouched, probably cold now, on the dresser. The fork beside it is clean.

With lips pursed, you continue to take a survey of the room, noticing that its mostly normal - tidy, apart from the creepy pictures of women taken by perverts, ripped out of magazines, and tacked to one wall by Greasy, which looks like an insane shrine… but that’s normal, -, except for the enchiladas and… his mirror.

Its just a frameless mirror leant on one of the walls that Greasy uses to do his hair in the morning, but right now its covered with a sheet- and your heart plummets into your stomach, seeing that. You can take an educated guess at what this is about. You’ve been there.

Feeling sick thinking about what he must be feeling right now, you push further into the room, finding him sitting very still on the ground behind his bed; His back against the frame. His hat is on, tugged over his eyes and he’s curled up tight, his knees hugged into his chest. When you sit down beside him you notice that he’s fully dressed still, from his shoes to his jacket and his tie. He looks prim and proper. Handsome as ever.

But the look on his face is terrible. Its like... like… like all those self-deprecating thoughts people think about themselves, he is having. And it’s overwhelming him.

Your heart bleeds, seeing him like that.

Ever-so-gently, you reach over and graze the brim of his hat, pushing it up his forehead. “Hey Greasy… “You start, whispering. You want to reach over and just cuddle him until he feels better, hold your friend until he smiles and says something about your boobs, but you wouldn’t want to be touched right now so you assume he doesn’t. But its torture. “… What happened?... “

For a few moments, he doesn’t say a damn thing. Refusing to even move. But you know your friend, you’ve been stead-fast in each other’s lives for over 2 decades, and you know to be patient. Don’t force him, he’ll just lash out… but don’t leave him either, he needs you.

Finally, he lets out a huff, shifting to hold his arms over his knees instead; Clenching and unclenching his fists. The tendons in his arms move, before he viciously tugs down his sleeves. “Nothing happened, hermosa.” The words that come out from between his teeth are poisonous, the tone in his voice actually painful to hear, but you don’t back down. He still calls you sweet nicknames; He wants you here.

He always wants you here.

Sighing, you affectionately run your hand over his arm closest to you; From his shoulder to his wrist, then back up and you squeeze his shoulder. “… Are you sure?? I hate to see you like his.”

“I’m absolutely fine.”

Here, you just give him a very sad look, and brown eyes watch you carefully in the dark; Reading you, assessing you, just knowing that you’re there, and you don’t look like you’re moving any time soon, which you are not- not until he’s better.

“… I need to lose weight.”

“You what?!”

“Well, I’m not Stupid, but- I have fat. And it must go. I… its wrong. It has to go. I can’t- I can’t be so weak. I need to not eat, so much. Then- then I will be attractive… sí?”

“No, not sí. You are attractive, Greasy! Very! And you need to eat!”

“I have a pot belly, Y/N… that isn’t good.”

“Your pot belly is sexy.” You insist defiantly, refusing to accept this. No! When he rolls his eyes at you, a venomous look in them, and attempts to look away from you- brush you off as a kind friend- your jaw drops. Nope- he is not going to shut you up that easily. No.

You get up from your spot next to him and put yourself directly in front of him, a look of determination on your face. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now but I’m never gonna stop saying it. You are handsome, Greasy. You’re hot. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t let anyone else say that about you- and I won’t let you say it about yourself. You can lose weight if you want, fine, I’ll help you- but you do not have to. If someone can’t appreciate belly and hips, then they are missing out.”

… He looks displeased. “This is not about others’ perceptions. “Oh, bullshit. “This is about me not enjoying the way I look in the mirror. I like the way that Wheezy looks, he is… that, is good. That is what I want.”

“Wheezy lives on a diet of tobacco and breath mints. Greasy, you hate smoking and you love food- you can’t live like that!”

“You find him attractive!” Greasy insists, getting loud. “Are you going to deny it?? You’ve told me a million times that you like him- that he is sexy- you can’t act like you don’t, now. You’re a terrible liar.”

“I don’t want to deny it! But there are different kinds of attractive, Grease! I’ve also said I’d fuck Stupid, if you remember. And Smartass. And Psycho, though god knows that would go terrible.” Dropping down onto your heels, you give him a serious look. “Don’t compare yourself to others- you’ll never win that game. No one wins that game.”

“You don’t understand- “

“Greasy.” There’s a pleading tone in your voice.

“What?” There’s a sharp one in his.

… Oh, for gods sake. You can’t talk over his knees like this. There’s no resistance when you push his knees apart and move in between them, putting your hand son his shoulders and making him look at you; Even with that nasty, mean, defensive-offensive look on his face. Squeezing his shoulders, you force a soft look on your face. “… I love you.”

… He’s forced to let out a gentle, though quite exasperated sigh, at you. “I know that, hermosa- “

“Ah ah ah- “You’re not finished, so you gently cut him off; Holding up a firm finger to him. “And, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Greasy sneers. “Not even to spare my feelings?”

“No.”

This makes him stop, looking dubiously at you. “… you wouldn’t, huh?” He doesn’t sound like he believes you. The ghost of that sneer is still on his face.

“When have I ever let it fly when you acted like a pig?” Here, he doesn’t say a word. You caught him. “Never, I have never acted okay with that. You’re a dog and creep-and-a-half and I’ve called the police on you myself a couple of times.”

“… oh yeah. I remember that.”

“I posted bail for you in the morning, but still.”

“Okay, your point has been made.”

Good. Smirking in victory, you set your hands once again on his shoulders and lean down to press your forehead gently against your best friend’s. “… So when I say you’re hot as hell, Grease… I mean it. Do you give in?”

Finally, you can feel the muscles in his body relax and watch a gentle smirk back spreads across his mouth- which is devastatingly attractive, and you appreciate seeing it. “… You force my hand, mi vida.”

In response you just hum, your smirk turning into a pleased grin as you lean in further and hug him like you wanted to from the start.

A few minutes later and the two of you are picking at the lukewarm enchiladas and chatting away like normal. Greasy’s just taking gradual bites but you’re just happy to see him eating (Who cares if neither of you are hungry for Smartass’ dinner). He teases you about how hot you find him, he wonders how you have hidden the fact that you want to sleep with him so badly all these years, and you laugh. You roll your eyes.

You say ‘you’re lucky you’re cute’, and like it when he grins.

It’s a couple of minutes even later, when you’ve pushed the plate aside and you’re sitting side-by-side, your shoulders touching, that you kiss.

It’s not an unexpected thing, you’re not taken by a sudden urge; You feel it bubbling up when you turn and see a look in his warm brown eyes. Your faces were already so close and you could feel his breath on your lips, that it didn’t feel crazy at all to lean over and mould your lips together.

The kiss is slow, but hot, open-mouthed almost immediately because you both know what you want and you know each other too well, you like each other too much, to beat around the bush. You don't need it. It’s an excellent kiss, you admit. You’ve never known anyone who kisses you the way you truly wanted them to… until Greasy.

And really, you’re not particularly surprised by that fact.

The way your heads are tilted against each other allows your mouths to connect in a perfect, sensual way, and his tongue feels like magic against yours. It takes everything in you to pull back for air.

“… we shouldn’t. The rules- “

“Oh, we were destined to break the rules, mi vida. You and I both know it.”

“… “Well, he’s not wrong. Instead of arguing even a moment more, you let him connect your lips once more and move to straddle his hips. Its not long making-out that Greasy gives a growl into your mouth and pulls at your hips- grinding you against the firm bulge in his pants that you’ve seen something like million times, before (You never thought you would be the one preparing to sink down on it). Your breath hitches, your cheeks and neck burning hot in the still-dark room as you let your hands feel down your best friend’s body; From his neck, to his chest, to his belly. When you go there, he growls once again and deepens the kiss on you, using his tongue against you in an evil way that would definitely have made your knees completely buckle if you had been standing.

When kissing isn’t enough anymore, when you’re curious for more of him and he’s desperate to touch places he’s only considered (Pictured, imagined, fantasised about) before, you leave his lips behind and lay back on the ground- guiding him after you. “Show me your moves, Grease.”

“Trust me, cariño, I plan to.”

“How do you say it in Spanish?... por favor?... “Your fingers find his belt and work carefully at undoing it while Greasy presses kisses all along your jaw…

… then down your neck… “You say that with the grace of a native, cariño.” ... over your breasts through your shirt...

“Ha,” You give a giggle, high off the lust and his company, and getting his pants undone. You know you jumbled ‘por favor’. “Very smooth.”

He leaves your heated skin for a moment, just to raise himself high enough to smirk darkly down at you. “I try.”

While he’s looking at you, you raise your brows and reach into his plain white boxers- pulling out his length while watching his expression. His smirk immediately crumples, and its so hot, he wants so badly to just fuck. Even if its just your hand, even if its just the air. He’s a desperate little whore… he’s so lucky you’re no better.

You’ve never felt so wet and ready just from kissing, just from touching him. You guess Greasy is special.

When his eyes flicker over you, breathing heavily underneath him, and realises that your pants are still on he gives a disappointed frown and shakes his head; Going to rectify the issue immediately. “Estos no están ayudando. Estos tienen que irse. ¿Por qué siguen aquí? Necesito verte ahora mismo.” His fingers are cold on your skin but you help him anyway, lifting your hips for him and then kicking off the clothing completely when he manages to yank it down your thighs and your calves. “… remind me to taste you some time.” He says, breathy, laying eyes on your perfect, sloppy cunt.

“I definitely, will.”

“Good.”

It feels like you have been waiting for this for years, like all this time has been foreplay and finally, you were both ready. Finally, you were able to guide the head of his aching, hot cock to your slippery entrance. When the tip rubs against your clit you give a sweet, needy sigh, just before Greasy thrusts the rest of the way inside you and that sweet little sigh becomes a slutty moan; Raising your hips up against his simultaneously.

You say things that would be embarrassing if you were with anyone but him; Begging things, needy things, desperate things- anything to make him fuck you harder. You just want him, all of him. You want his width stretching your pussy wide open, you want his tip kissing your cervix, you want his balls hitting your ass every time he pushes all the way in again-

You want his lips against yours, you want his shoulders beneath your hands, the feel of his familiar green zoot suit under your fingertips, the toxic smell of his cologne and his hair products, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

You didn’t know fucking your best friend could be this intoxicating- if you had, you probably wouldn’t have wasted all that time trying to get Wheezy.

Greasy’s talking, too- all Spanish, all fast and unintelligible, but by the way he’s pounding you with all his strength, you can tell that it must be a rave. When you knock his hat off and lose your fingers in his hair, opening your thighs up wider too and arching up into him, you swear you hear the word pornstar amongst all the growly Spanish.

Somewhere amid the horny lust-fuelled haze, like you’re just too dumb teenagers wanting to fuck each other’s brains out because its all so new and exciting, you vaguely consider where he’s going to cum. But those thoughts get lost when he changes pace and angle.

When he does cum, it is somehow at the exact same time as you do- you both experience the black-out pleasure of orgasm together, your pussy squeezing him for absolutely everything he has like a python or a divorce lawyer.

… You lay for a minute once its over, Greasy still inside of you and his nose buried in your neck, your eyelids fallen shut and just relaxing in the dark… peaceful grins on both your faces. “For the record, hermosa… I love you deeply, as well. I don’t think I said that… “Greasy mutters clearly to you, though its slightly muffled by your shirt. Giving a giggle, you throw your arm over your eyes and nod. Yeah, you know.

After another moment, Greasy takes a deep breath and lifts himself away from you. When you open your eyes to see what he’s doing, he’s standing above you and offering you his hand, which you take without a second thought.

He leads you up and into his bed, which he slips into as well, cuddling into you once again.

Neither of you would be finishing Smartass’ dinner tonight. You wouldn't even leave the bed.

#Greasy Weasel x Reader Oneshot #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Oneshot #Smut #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Okay so, imagine being Diluc's doll darling.

You spend every day inside, wistfully staring out the window. You're dressed in fine silk and lace, things you could never hope to afford on your own, in styles you'd never choose for yourself. When Diluc isn't around, Adelinde is there to keep an eye on you. Her company was welcome, at first. Anyone was better than Diluc, right?

She treats you like a sacrificial lamb. Well cared for, but raised for slaughter. At times, you felt that you hate her just as much as your captor. At times, you felt you hate her more.

Diluc was out for the day, he wouldn't be back until midnight, Adelinde told you. You were forced to wait for him. You didn't have anything else to do, didn't have anyone but him.

If only you had a Vision...then maybe you could finally take back your life.

If only—

There's something in your hand. Could it be...? You look down in wonder as a Hydro Vision pulses in your palm.

With this...

Blood stained your blouse, washed away only partially by the water that surrounded you. Adelinde's lifeless body lies pathetically by your feet. You kick her, once, twice, for good measure. When she doesn't stir, you know it's time to leave.

It's only natural that the head maid has a master key. With this, you can go to Liyue. With this, you can be free.

Tartaglia notices you the second you step into the city. How could he not? You're just so cute, completely oblivious to the dried blood in your hair, on your shirt, under your fingernails. The way your hands twitch and your eyes dart around with barely concealed mania, he knows exactly what you've done.

You look just like he did back then, and he finds himself swooning in no time.

He just has to take you home.

OH... anon!! i LOVE this.

i was thinking that adelinde would certainly be a good choice for the scenario you mentioned; diluc is away so much on business that he can't exactly ignore that adelinde feels more like a gaoler even than your actual yandere; and she's so devoted to him. if he told her to kill you, perhaps he would? and without diluc there, and adelinde come to an unfortunate end (as you tell yourself over and over that she deserves) . . . you're free. especially with a brand new vision (it does not escape your notice that a hydro vision and a pyro vision react to one another. vapourise. you sometimes feel like nothing more than vapour, haunting the winery like a ghost).

and OHOHOHO. CHILDE. UGH.

he WOULD see you all covered in blood and empty of eye and immediately want you so so badly he can barely breathe. i believe this is what people would call; 'out of the frying pan, into the fire'.

#nat.txt #not sfw text #yandere for ts #genshin impact posting #i am thinking about this SO SO HARD #AND AND AND.#diluc coming back to find you #and finding you in the arms of a HARBINGER?#fkjgbnkjfg #death for ts #blood for ts

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bluiex · 1 year

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having a panic attack so have some more stalker/yandere!scar

CW//murder,blood,abusive relationships,stalking,yandere, and very slight SA mention!

Grian was upset, he has been seeing a new guy for a few weeks at this point but the guy was awful, always “forgetting” his wallet, commenting on what he was eating saying stuff like “your getting that?“ or “that seems like a lot…” he was sick of it! the last straw was when he tried to touch him last night without asking.

He was on his way to his house to tell him he was done! Sick of it! He reached the house and knocked on the door. He didn’t hear anything to signify someone was coming and he grumbled checking to see if it was unlocked. It was so he let himself in cause he could distantly hear the TV on so he was definitely home.

“*name*? Ugh where are you we need to talk,” Grian shouted out only to get no response, TV was pretty loud now that he was inside so he closed the door and ventured inside to where he heard the TV coming from.

In front of him was a closed door with loud noises of voices coming from inside. He inhaled preparing himself to tell the guy off and opened the door not expecting what he saw next.

On the floor completely red was him, his expression shocked but lifeless as blood seeped from numerous gory holes in his chest, he felt like vomiting as he looked up and locked eyes with someone. His best friend since childhood, Scar. He was splattered with blood and held a large knife in his gloved hands. His expression was surprised as he clearly didn’t expect anyone let alone Grian to enter the room. His expression quickly turned darker and almost sadistic as he looked at him, this was it, he was about to die.

“Grian, sorry you had to see this. He was treating you awful and I couldn’t let him get away with that, you deserve better, you deserve me.” he said eyes possessive walking slowly over to Grain not even bothering to avoid the body on the floor.

Grian held back a scream as Scar approached, he couldn’t will his body to move, Scar had just killed someone! He needed to run! But… he did it for him, because he wasn’t treating him well? It was for him? No-No! He murdered somebody! There’s nothing romantic about that! But then why did it make his heart flutter.

Scar reached him and cupped his cheek lightly with his empty gloves hand, it was warm and soft. This was Scar, so why did he feel so afraid Scar had always been good and been there for him, why did he want to run but stay at the same time.

“Are-are you going to hurt me?” He asked voice shaking not daring to look up and meet Scar’s eyes. Scar made a sympathetic noise and caressed his cheek.

“I’d never dream of it! I will make sure you are never hurt again. He was saying such awful things, your beautiful and deserve to eat whatever you want, and you shouldn’t pay for his things. The last straw was when I saw him gloating about touching you and saying how cute it was that you ‘pretend to hate it’. I never want anyone to even think about touching you ever again.” Scar said rubbing his thumb across my cheek. I gathered up my courage and looked up at him expecting a deceitful face but I was met with one of pure care and little darkness in them.

“You were clearly here to tell him off anyways, so why even bother when he doesn’t deserve to ever see you again? Could even gouge his eyes out.” Scar said reminding me what was going on, what am I thinking?! Scar just MURDERED someone! I should run and call the police, what if he’s lying?! He could hurt me he still has the knife still in his hand.

His expression changes as he notices my shaking and glance at the knife in his hand. He making a show to throw it down and open his arms up allowing me to enter them if I do choose. My hands quake as I look at his empty hands as if expecting them to suddenly hit me but he stays giving me a patient sweet expression.

I take a shaky step to him and he wraps his arms around me with care but still clear possessiveness to them. I rise one arm and grip his shirt allowing my eyes to close and melt into the embrace.

—

ok my panic attack is over and i’m having dinner with family tonight so I gotta get ready hopefully that wasn’t TOO brutal

-🍞

ASDKFJ I hope you're feeling better now!!

THIS WAS SO GOOD FUCK- AMAZING LOAF ANON.. Grian just.. Cannot deny how hot Scar is rn.. Honestly same *gets run over*

#long post #bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian stalker au #scarian yandere au #tw stalking mention #tw yandere #tw murder #also read the CW

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fanficwriter284 · 11 months

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here's a prompt for if you've got writer's block :)

as he padded down the hallway, weapon in hand, he heard his brother's voice in the darkness. "can i come too?"

Oo!! MILES POWER LINE HERE....Now I gotta choose which character damn.....now I gotta think...hehe...I was either thinking Carolus and Chucky or Chucky and Slappy....but....I don't know....then again I want to write more about Jig...but I don't know if this would fit with his character UGH SO MANY CHOICES! BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN IT'S SUCH A FUN BRAIN EXERCISE! People should send more of these in!

...

The lifeless shadows held sanctuary to the monsters in the night. The darkness cast out the light, leaving Charles Lee Ray alone once again. The shadows contorted his features, allowing the monster he suppressed to surface. The redhead dragged his feet along the hardwood floor, causing a small thumping that echoed in his ears. He stumbled from left to right, trying to regulate his thoughts, as he padded down the hallway, weapon in hand, he heard his brother's voice in the darkness. "Can I come too?"

The redhead whipped his head around, catching two neon green orbs looking straight at him. Chucky's expression remained unamused, as he felt his posture straighten, at the sight of his brother.

"No Slap" He sighed waving him off still staggering down the hallway, clinging to the wall, feeling his leg begin to falter. He held in an agitated groan, annoyed that his old injury still continued to affect him. Unfortunately, even in the darkness, Slap still saw Chucky's minor limp.

"Leg hurting you again?"

Now he was desperate to change the subject. He hated admitting to weakness, it had always felt like a cruel form of belittlement in his eyes. When you aren't strong, you are weak, and when you are weak, you are useless. That ideology had been embedded into his head since he was a boy, courtesy of his father.

"Why are you even here?"

"Don't do that. I asked first"

He could only roll his eyes at his brothers' response.

"No, it doesn't, now why the fuck are you here?"

"Because I know you, and I knew you were gonna try and....relax with a spree tonight...and I know that you haven't been in tiptop shape in a while....you're hurt"

"I already told you that I'm not"

Slap crossed his arms, unphased by his brother's stubbornness.

"We both know that's a lie. The only way I'm letting you go is if I tag along. So I can keep an eye on ya"

Chucky raised his head still trying to maintain some form a dominance. "And if I say no?"

"Then you won't be out of your wife's sight for the next few months"

Chucky hesitated; he couldn't refuse. He knew Slappy wasn't bluffing, and though he loved his wife, he couldn't stand the thought of her constant hovering.

"Fine....come on"

Slap smiled at his moment of triumph and joined his brother's side.

"This will be fun"

#Chucky and Slappy #OMG THIS WAS SO FUN #Yes it's short....but god did it make me think

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sparrow-the-tired-lesbian · 6 months

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AWE YEAH ITS SSSSO SILLy!

I was new to my school last year, and from the moment I showed up, he hated me. He immediately asked me what I played, and when I told him both alto and bari sax, he got mad, and said "ugh, why can't you play trombone?!"

I don't like tooting my own horn, but I am a good player. I started playing in 6th grade, made my county's honor band in 7th grade, got straight superiors on my groups ensemble for the solo and ensemble thingy majig in 7th grade, and was too scared to do ANYTHING in 8th, which is the year I had him. I know what I'm doing when I'm given my instrument, and I am an advanced player. I know that, but I hate saying it.

I told him all of this. I prepared a piece of music to play for him and show him my skill set. I wanted us to have a decent relationship, as music is so very important in my life. I wanted the harder parts of the music.

I was picked on by my bandmates for that piece, coz some little dirt bag kid questioned my abilities...ON MY FIRST DAY, and I layed into him. The whole class laughed. It sucked.

He took the prepared music and mocked me for it, joking about how "oh no, pansy isn't here, guess SHE can't play it for us." He would call me out in front of the class for messing up on something. He knew the other band members would pick on me and mock me for my style, and my hair, and and and. He saw it happen. He never did a thing.

I would play something perfectly for him? He'd roll his eyes and move on to his favorite students, and praise them for their every move. He pulled me aside once, and told me to not be so...distracting when I play.

When I play, the music takes hold of me. I sway with it. On crescendos, I rise a bit to help show shaping. I dance when I play.

I wasn't allowed to do that.

My music felt dull, and lifeless.

My current band teacher couldn't be any more different! He is wonderful! He has told me PERSONALLY, multiple times, that I have a talent. He uses me for demonstrations. The first compliment on my music from a teacher in over a year was from him. You know what he told me?

"Pansy? That was one of the best tone qualities I have ever heard. That's a hard note for an alto, and you played it beautifully. Well done. I'm very proud of you!"

I had a whole stim attack. It was magical. He has never doubted my playing abilities once, and I have grown much more in 3 months than I did in that whole year with the other guy.

I almost quit band because of him. But I found joy in my music and my instrument again. I found a band that accepts me for me, and sees me as a member.

ANY WHOOOOO THANK YOU FOR READING THAT SILLY THING AHAHHA

That first band teacher can feel my wrath I am SHAKING with frustration at this dickhead

new band teacher has my seal of approval tbh :)

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divineluckfuckoff · 1 year

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A Sinful Wish: Prologue part 1

@isthatafuckingcorpse ITSHERE

Iroha sat up, her tired, dull blue eyes opening once again. She had awaken from another nightmare yet again. 'Ugh... this one is... The third one this week?' she thought, rubbing her eyes. She had lost track of how many nightmares of the dreadful and traumatic event she and Syobai went through already. Add that to the countless layers of trauma her family gave her, and you get the traumatized adult she is now. Sighing, she got out of 'bed'.

Cue the bed being an old mattress and a winter blanket she found, dumped on the side of the road while she was freezing.

She glanced at Syobai, who was peacefully sleeping on the old couch in their safe place, the blanket he had only covering his feet. Iroha frowned. Quietly walking over to him, she spread the blanket and covered his whole body. His expression slightly shifted to a comfortable one. Iroha couldn't help but smile. Seeing the broker so calm, unlike always, was something so off-brand of him, but something that just showed her that he could have his guard down.

With that, she quietly opened the old, rotting door, glancing at Syobai one last time to make sure he wasn't awake. Once she did, she closed the door, feeling the chilly air of the night against her face. She shivered slightly, rubbing her arms. "Brrr... Cold..." she mumbled. Even so, a night walk might calm down her thoughts. And maybe her nightmares too. She started mindlessly walking down the path that would take her to a nearby river, thinking. About everything that had gone wrong in her life.

She was supposed to be the golden child of the Nijiues, the prodigy, the perfect artist. But she wasn't. She was a crybaby, a talentless child, an useless attempt to make a dream come true. And she paid the worst of it. She was distanced from her siblings, abused by her parents, and practically became the mess she is today. And when she got the courage to run, she did.

She should have never trusted Mikado in the first place. He gave her a weird aura at first, but he promised them that they'd reach their goal. She was gullible when she was younger, so she went along with it, choosing to replace Mikado for Nikei as the leader. A bad decision, really.

Then the fact that she helped orchestrate a killing game, participating as one of the 5 traitors (counting Mikado). She made and lost many friends back there, and now all she had was Syobai and memories. Painful memories.

"...Yuki... Please, forgive me..." she mumbled as she arrived at the river, standing in front of it. She knelt down, hugging her knees as she glanced at her own reflection. She felt it stare back. Those dull, lifeless, grayish blue eyes that resembled those of a dead fish.

"You again?" she heard it say, annoyed by the brunette's presence. She knew that it was just her internal thoughts acting up again. But it felt so real. So real that she started a conversation with it. Just like always.

"Yeah... I like being here."

"You're a pain in the ass, you know?"

"I know, you don't need to remind me..."

"Oh, but I love reminding you that you're a coward."

"Yeah, well I hate being reminded of that, so shut up."

"Yet you could've done something to prevent it!"

"I was a child."

"A useless child."

"Ugh, just... Shut up, will you?!" Iroha threw a nearby pebble in the water, the reflection disappearing while glaring at the brunette. Sighing in relief, Iroha laid her back on the grass, sprawling out her limbs while careful not to touch the water.

"...The sky is so pretty tonight..." she whispered, breathless. The stars were shining brightly, almost in a happy way. It made Iroha wanting to paint them. Sadly, she didn't have any supplies with her. Not that she could afford them in her current situation. She couldn't help but think of her friends. Were they happy? Were they together in heaven?

Well, she doubted Nikei would be in heaven after what happened during the fourth trial and in the fourth island, but she had hope that he'd be happy wherever he was, like Emma and Hajime.

"...I wish I could go back, and... change everything." she said without thinking, her eyes filling up with tears already "...Haha, I'm already crying... How stupid." she laughed dryly, wiping her tears away.

"Is that what you really want?"

The sudden voice startled Iroha, who quickly sat up. Looking around, she found a weird looking...

Cat?

Dog?

Fox?

White creature?

Okay, she's calling it white creature.

White creature staring at her, with unblinking, scarlet red eyes that shined under the moonlight. She blinked twice, staring back at it. "...Haha, man, I must be going crazy." she giggled, facepalming "Because I think I just heard a weird creature talk."

"You're not going crazy." the creature spoke again. Iroha's eyes widened.

"WAAAH!" she yelped, crawling backwards in shock. The creature tilted its head to the side, appearing amused at the painter's reacting.

"Ah, that's a common reaction. Haven't seen it in a while." it mused, licking one of its paws. Iroha just stared at it.

"W-What are you?" Iroha asked, scared.

"There's no need to be scared of me. I don't bite" the creature assured her.

"Yeah, but do you stab?" Iroha shot back. The creature stayed silent for a few seconds.

"I do not bite. Nor do I stab." it calmly answered. Iroha frowned, not trusting it.

"...What do you want?" she asked.

"Well, I've been observing you and your little friend for a while-"

"You've been STALKING us?!"

"Please don't interrupt me. As I said, I've been observing you and your little friend for a while. And, I'm well aware of what happened." it spoke, staring at Iroha "I'm here to give you the opportunity to change everything."

"An opportunity to... change everything..?" Iroha asked, confused.

"If you make a contract with me and become a magical girl, I'll give you the opportunity to go back to the past and prevent all of the killing games." it told her. Iroha's eyes widened.

"...H-Huh..?"

#a sinful wish au #iroha nijiue #kyubey #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa another

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thetistaboveall · 1 year

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The Real Knights Of The Round Table 3

Part 1

The experiment is a rousing success father then my dreams could have imagine all four literal titans are now in my laboratory locked up right in my cryogenic sleeping pods for the long term.

Today I woke up extra anxious feeling a pure unadulterated desire to begin me conquests of the world except I feel some trepidation on my part due to the news of hero’s sent ok rescue missions.

I need this to cool off for a bit even the best laid plans need to be reconfigured at times this being one of them and I take my cue to get our of bed.

Grabbing my towel I go head first into the morning routine a hour later I emerge back in to my world refresh and completely under my control.

I walk in front of my stomp my feet twice as the mirror slides to the side revealing a shaft hidden behind the wall and I enter the cart as the elevator descends.

Speeding down the elevator shaft all I could think of those sweet asses under my control in the lab and I can’t use them like the bitch puppets they are.

The door swings open to my laboratory in a slow fashion my eyes land on a file of my old plans and one in particular to blow the world out.

I pick up the blue print scanning it over I find the missing piece to it’s unfurling onto the unsuspecting world simply it calls for their dna.

“Computer take a tissue sample of all four of our guests please.” I think to myself.

“Curating samples in order now and process of the serum is within completion.” It replies

“Soon they will see things in a whole new light and no one can stop me.”

“Time shift into temporal displacement at the next half hour.”

“Which local?”

“Lawrence island my dear”

“Alert, alert…”

“What? Video feed”

“Oh Great! The last thing I need is to see these two oafs.

Part 2

Despite the delay my four pods lower into the ships basement chambers below the earth and begin to be injecting with my serum compound.

Only time will be my enemy in this as they need to feel the fool extent of the serum seep in and of course take its course in re-educating them.

My eyes return to my new nemesis crawling through the internal air system shafts it is quite disconcerting to think the length that hero’s go through to save the day.

“I really am not into the whole pretend they are not here and drop on them when they least expect it.”

“Commence the Hypno gas loop into the air ventilation system immediately.”

“That will more than calm them down for a bit.”

Inside the air vents they continue crawling till they see us in the end of vents but before they can regroup the gas fills up.

I can hear them coughing, struggling to try an escape plan and fall unconscious Bonds leg slides down kicking the vent door open.

I laugh so hard my voice reverberating in joy at this small bit crucial victory who knew the US could snoop so low as to hire a Brit to kill me.

“Escort our guests to the second chamber my dear, leave their carcasses naked on the floor and open the container.”

“The four soldier should have awoke by now.

Don’t you think? Release them”

“Mwahahahahaha”

Part 3

It is unfortunately my fault all this occurs yet I could care less of the consequences of it all. Entering the main hall four lifeless husk come to life once more. Captain America is the first to full become aware of his new reality.

“I think I woke up from a nightmare about a war and I was ugh!”

“A hero”

“Don’t ever say that boss”

“Why not?”

“Is that not what all of you are?”

“I shutter the thought at that “

“I am no hero, I am a villain and always will be.”

“Rise to your feet and take your place.”

“Yes Boss”

“That door has a few new recruits help them see the error of their ways.”

“With pleasure…Mwahahahahaha”

Part 4

Nightwing rolls onto his back in a deep sigh and heavy breath he notices me a smile on his face spreads wide.

“You seem bright eyes and bushy tailed”

“I hate that saying “

“Oh really?”

“Brings up images of rabbits and rainbows”

“The thought alone makes me want to puke”

“Why can’t good see it our way?”

“It’s impossible for them”

“They never compromise or surrender “

“Good always sees itself as moral “

“We are unjust and perverse”

“Fools all of them”

Part 5

“Nightwing and Captain America “

“We are saved”

“Who are they? We are here to train you “

“The names are Nightbitch”

“American Pussy”

“What happen to you? You were hero’s “

“We have seen the light”

“Evil so freeing and he enlightens us every day.”

“They say knowledge is power but true power comes from Master Lawrence “

Captain Pussy eyes glint as he leaps into the air like a Russian gymnast tackling James Bond to the floor and injects him with my serum.

Nightbitch uses the syringe like a dart hits him Reached dead center on his neck he collapses into my control. The room closes in on chairs swoop into view placing them on it and a video plays with hypnotic tones subliminal in the background.

The end

#My Hypno Knights

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mxstball · 8 months

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Lacey sat in an isolated meditation room and summoned the Soul Dew. As of now, this was the only way that they could speak to each other. "...Melony, if you are watching, then you need not worry. It will only be a moment."

Lacey closed her eyes and channeled into the Soul Dew, just like Heidi.

"..." Heidi was resting near the palm tree. She was so tired and so wiped from that exchange and from being forcibly taken away that she looked near lifeless.

Meredith just got up from accompanying Heidi and ran over to Lacey. "Lacey! Dear! Is everything alright? I wasn't expecting either of you so soon."

"Everything is okay, Meredith-Okaasama. Heidi is simply going through a lot. This was just my best way of communicating with her."

"I see." Meredith shook her head. "Then I won't get in your way, Lacey. I hope everything will work out."

"They will."

Meredith gave Lacey a hug and gave the two space.

"Hm...? Lacey?" Heidi blinked when she opened her eyes. "Wha... what are we doing here?"

"I took us here to talk, Heidi. Are you okay?"

"Am I... okay? Well, yeah, but I'm confused. Last I remember, I was in the middle of... uh... the middle of..." She's still so tired. She's having trouble.

"I disabled you in the midst of your fight with Aesen, Heidi, so your memory may be a little fuzzy. Do you recall that you had a fight?"

"Ugh... my head." Heidi rubbed her head. "Yeah. That was it... I came down because I was worried about him getting himself killed... but then we started fighting...."

"Mmm. Let's talk about it to make sure you remember everything, okay?"

"Mmm."

The two of them talked about the fight -- Aesen's and Heidi's conflicting feelings on the manner, the escalation, how Lacey intervened and spoke with Aesen, and what Aesen had to say....

"...That was everything thus far, Heidi." Lacey nodded. "I... am sorry for intervening. I was simply concerned that things would escalate further."

"Nah, Lacey." Heidi shook her head. "I should be thanking you. I got so worked up and stressed about this whole thing that I never stopped to think about his feelings on this whole thing."

"It is not as if you knew that he is going to create a new world, Heidi."

"No but, I guess it makes sense when he puts it that way." Heidi sighed. "Poor kid. Feels so isolated, even from me, and I nearly made it so much worse, too."

"Mmm."

"...Sorry to get you involved, Lacey. I'll... make sure to talk to him when I get the chance... if he doesn't hate me by then."

"He doesn't hate you, Heidi. Do not say those things."

"...." Heidi sighed. "Hey uh... Lacey?"

"Hm?"

"I know this vacation was supposed to be for me, but... can you take over the body for a while? Like, even after you're done with food. You've never been here, so it would be nice for you to learn a bit about where we came from, too."

"And when do you expect it back?"

"...Maybe later today or even tonight? I just have a lot of thinking to do, and I'm sure you can handle yourself unless Nergal comes back, y'know?"

"...Very well. I will do so."

"...Thanks... lil' sis."

"..." Lacey gave Heidi a pat on the head before rising and starting to walk away.

"Oh, and before you go, I... I have a question if that's okay?"

"Hm?" Lacey stopped and turned around.

"Do you uh... want me to stop calling myself Lacey, Lacey? That... old version of me -- of us -- it'll never come back. I'm Heidi now, and that's all I'll... ever be anymore. And, at the same time, I don't want to show that I'm holding onto something that you claim now. If... if you want that, then I won't stop you."

"...and what will The Loreekeeper call you?"

"Heidi, of course. I know that Lacey is the nickname that she gave me, but that was before, well, all of this--. I'm... I'm no longer that shy, weak dragon anymore that she loved. I'm... I'm much different now."

"...." Lacey shook her head. "No. Heidi. You are Heidi, yes, but you are also Lacey. You deserve to continue call yourself that."

"But wouldn't that like, conflict or something? Wouldn't that imply that you're a part of me? You even said it yourself at some point--"

"--I know what I said, but that doesn't change anything. You are Heidi, and you are Lacey. My existence does not matter. If your continued acknowledgement of your past existence implies truths that are uncomfortable for me, then that is my problem, not yours."

"...."

"... Besides, that old self? She only dies if you let her. I... am not her -- you are. If you wish to become her once again, then you must work with that goal in mind. I am sure you -- the old you -- will appreciate it."

"..."

"...Thank you. Lacey. I'll... take some time to think about that."

#shadow lacey #plot: rising kingdom #long post #meredith #muse heidi

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koheletgirl · 1 year

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♫ + sokka or azula?

ok. well ok

tl;dr: i know it's over by the smiths for sokka, youth by daughter for azula.

psychological damage under the cut

i'll do both, since sokka is basically cheating. ive been spending the past 24 hrs talking peng's ear off about sokka songs, and this was the first one we talked about. so

i know it's over by the smiths. i cannot stress this enough. a sokka song of the kind that make you want to scream into a pillow. first off i love the smiths for sokka, you know, the mordant humor of it all... dont get me wrong sokka would absolutely hate morrissey, but it's still a good match.

anyhow. the way the speaker addresses their mother throughout the song. the despair. the self-deprecation. the the the way they just have to. keep going. uuggghh

"oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head"

"i know it's over still i cling / i don't know where else i can go"

"see, the sea wants to take me / the knife wants to slit me / do you think you can help me?" (addressed to their mother)

"it's so easy to laugh / it's so easy to hate / it takes strength to be gentle and kind" 🫠

"love is natural and real / but not for such as you and i, my love" <- you can take this line anywhere you want and apply it to every relationship sokka has ever had and it will kill you

and of course sokka lyrics of all time "if you're so funny / then why are you on your own tonight? / and if you're so clever / then why are you on your own tonight? / if you're so very entertaining / then why are you on your own tonight? / if you're so very good looking / why do you sleep alone tonight?"

anyway bye bye now catch me crying on the floor

ok let's talk about my other babygirl azula. do you want to talk about youth by daughter? let's talk about youth by daughter. it's poetic i think, for a song by a band called daughter to be so fitting for azula. what is she but a daughter

ugh god. "shadows settle on the place that you left / our minds are troubled by the emptiness / destroy the middle, it's a waste of time / from the perfect start to the finish line". well you know.

"we are the reckless, we are the wild youth / chasing visions of our futures / one day we'll reveal the truth / that one will die before he gets there"

"and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones / 'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone / we're setting fire to our insides for fun / collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home"

"well i've lost it all, i'm just a silhouette / i'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget"

and the repetition of "and you caused it".... she is a 14 year old girl who had been endlessly manipulated and emotionally abused by her father. she loses everything by the end of the show - her family, her friends, her home, her power, her sense of self, her mind. she really is just a silhouette. and he caused it. and you could analyze it further, ask yourself who exactly it is that she's blaming here and is it the right person. but anyway

if you read all this i love and treasure you truly and also i'm sorry. azula and sokka playlists are both in progress love and light

#ask game #jupiter tag #um i guess i should add a warning? these are kinda dark. but nothing you shouldn't expect from. knowing the characters #playlist tag

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Hiya Darling

I’ve also been feeling kinda down lately idk with like my looks and just feeling unlovable yknow when ugh life. So like i know i just recently asked for a comforting josh templeton work but can i get another serving of some either jonathan or josh comforting reader. One of thos “no one would pick me in a room of girls” type of situations you get me. So sorry if this is too deep and totes ruining the mood right now my apologies.

~the super cool and amazing 🦈

Hello babe!! ❤ Ohh my dear, I don't like to hear that 🥺 No one should feel that way! You're amazing and so cool!! Remember that there's always there who truly loves you for who you are, and cares for you.

I understand how you feel, because I've felt that way before (and still do quite often), and it's horrible. So, if you ever need to talk to someone about it, feel free to contact me whenever you want! My DM's are always open 🥰💕

I originally was going to write this one for Gotham! Jonathan, but finally decided to write it for Josh Templeton bc I know (and imagine) you like reading about him 🥰

Here it goes, my dearest!! Enjoy your reading, and hope it makes you better🥺❤

WARNING: Mentions of self-hate (and speech), reader feels awful and is kind of depressed, and some slight cussing. Starts with Angst, ends with some fluff.

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Bad Liar | Josh Templeton x Fem!Reader

Dreadfulness consumed your entire body, making you feel lifeless, not wanting to do anything else but just lay on your bed and stare at the roof on your now dark bedroom. You were having one of those moments where you felt entirely like shit, awful, unlovable...ugly, even. You weren't even able to look ar yourself in the mirror, you currently despised yourself.

You skipped a few days of school, since you had called in sick. You didn't have the motivation nor energy to get out of your house and deal with all the usual chaos of the school. You just needed some time alone to process all your emotions, hoping for this awful sensation to go away soon. You had received a few calls, which you assumed it was from your friends, but you never picked up the phone. The last thing you needed was to talk to someone, not even with your friends.

Taking a deep sigh, you shifted to your side in bed, and mindlessly stared at the window, even if you couldn't see anything outside since they were covered by the curtains. You weren't even thinking about anything, your presence was just there as you tightly hugged yourself. The soft, cold breeze hitting against your window.

Suddenly, the sound of your front door being open made you quickly sit in bed, and guide your eyes from your window to your bedroom's door. Adrenaline rushed in your whole body, unsure of what was yet to come. You softly gripped yourself from the lamp that stood on your nightstand, ready to hit whoever came inside your home.

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice called, making you sigh with relief. You had forgotten about the fact that your best friend, Josh, had a key to enter your home whenever he wanted.

The strong grip you previously had on your lamp slowly softened, knowing that there was no threat to be aware of, sighing once again. It didn't take long until your bedroom door was opened, quietly creaking. His tall figure appeared through your door, and saw you sitting on bed, holding the lamp near your chest. "Fuck off, man. You scared the shit out of me." You softly scolded him, your voice tone was low and unexpressive. He simply scoffed at your comment, walking towards you, and immediatly plopping down on the edge of your bed.

"So..." you said, raising an eyebrow towards him. "What are you here for?" You asked, your voice and face were still expressionless. You didn't feel like talking to someone, but deep down inside, you were glad that he was there with you. It was as if you so badly needed him to be there, without you even being aware of it. "Why do you think I'm here? Because I'm worried about you, (Y/N)." There was something about his comment that made you feel...oddly emotional, it was like it made you drown with sorrow. You couldn't believe someone as sweet and caring as him could be worried about someone like you.

"Please, (Y/N). I know you're not sick, you're a really bad liar. I know there's something else going on. What is it? Tell me." He carefully grabbed both your hands, softly squeezing them. He placed one of his hand on top of yours, and the other one at the bottom, leaving your hands in the middle. You couldn't bare holding your emotions, you needed to release everything. These last few days you felt as if you couldn't let your emotions out, you couldn't even cry...but somehow, he made you feel overwhelmed with all the feelings you've held for so long. "It's just that..." You began speaking, taking a deep breath before you could continue. "Life is going on, Joshua!" That's it. You completely lost it, you couldn't hold it anymore. Without even realising, several tears began escaping through your eyes, and running through your cheeks.

"No one would pick me in a room full of girls!" You were now practically drowning in your own tears and sobbing. "I hate myself so much, Josh..." Some gentle sobs escaped your lips as you spoke. "I can't even look at myself in the mirror, I just feel so ugly and so unlovable, I'm so, so worthless..." Instinctively, not being able to look at him in the eyes out of shame, you looked down at your lap, as some tears left both your sweater and your pants with small wet spots from the tears, and began violently sobbing. He had never seen you this way before, which provoked his heart to drop at the sight of you in such a bad state. Without a single thought, he released both your hands, and quickly wrapped you in the warmth of his arms, tightly pressing you against his chest as you sobbed.

He softly played with strands of your hair, and rubbed your back in a comforting way. "That's not true. None of what you just said is true." He softly spoke, trying to soothe you. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his body, and hearing his soft voice speak made you calm down a bit. "You're the most amazing person I could ever met, I never stop thinking about how lucky I am to know someone like you, you know that?" His sweet words made you force yourself to stop sobbing. Even if you didn't want him to see your reddish face so messy due to all the recent crying, he placed some fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. His icy blue eyes pierced through your soul in a different way...like no one had ever done before in your life. With his other hand, he gently wiped away your tears with his fingertips. The closeness between you two made your cheeks get reddish.

"You only say that because you must pity me." Your voice was too weak to speak, breaking in the middle of your talking, your voice tone lower than usual. The way he deeply stared into your eyes gave you goosebumps, it made you feel weak under his touch. "No, I don't. I mean it. I love you so so much, (Y/N)." He briefly paused before continuing, noticing that your eyes widened at his sudden confession. "In a room full of girls, I would pick you. You're so different...different than most girls I've seen in my life. Your personality is so witty and enchanting, you're so unique. I wouldn't replace you for anything in the world." He was certainly getting into your heart, now. A small smile began forming on your lips as he kept talking, the blush on your face didn't fail to increase. "You're not unlovable, you're not worthless, and certainly, you're not ugly."

The tight your arms previously had around his body softened, and it was like you didn't feel overwhelmed anymore; you felt like someone truly cared about you. "You shouldn't compare yourself to other girls, and you shouldn't try to be like them. I love you just the way you are, and will always do. I promise I'll always be by your side, and I'll help you deal with the usual shitty chaos of life if you ever need to. Just... don't call yourself worthless or ugly, you're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me in this stupid world." You certainly had a broad smile on your lips. Your heart fluttered with love at the sweet, dedicated words he just told you.

Too perplexed to talk, you nervously licked your lips and looked down to your lap out of shyness, trying to hide your obvious flustered face. "You..." You paused for a moment, and looked up back again at him. "You really mean it?" Your question made him scoff, and a smile immediatly formed on his lips. He carefully grabbed your soft hand, caressing it with his thumb, and placed the other hand on your cheek. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he gently smashed his lips against yours, causing yourself to tense up at the sudden moment. Were you imagining things? Well, actually, no. This was truly happening, and it was more real than you could ever believe.

It took you a few seconds until your body relaxed at the new sensation of his plushy lips against yours. Slowly closing your eyes, you gave up, and practically melted into the kiss. You placed on hand on his chest, and the other one ran through his hair, leaving it a bit more messy than it usually is. He, somehow, always managed to brighten up your days with a single smile, or just one touch, and to make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world...he made you feel so incredibly special, like no one had ever done before. At the feeling of his lips suddenly breaking apart the kiss, you slowly opened your eyes again, blinking a few times. "Does that answer your question?" He said. A sly smile formed on his beautiful face, while you just goofily smiled and tried to hold in your nervous giggles. "I‐I think that does...yeah."

His hand was still placed on your cheek, and he stared at you, just absolutely lovestruck at the sight of you being so awkwardly adorable. That was a whole new moment for you, which caused you to rub one of your arms up and down, trying to comfort yourself and make the nervousness fade away. "T-Thank you...for everything." You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, whom not even for second stopped looking directly into yours. "You shouldn't thank me, you deserve all the best in the world, only for you." A few giggles escaped away from your lips, which caused his heart to flutter with pure love. Without saying anything else, he threw himself on you, and embraced you in a tight hug, rocking your bodies to your sides in a sweet way.

"I think, I should call in sick too, don't you think?" He softly asked, his voice tone was low. You nodded in agreement, as you rubbed his warm back. "You should. Stay with me, please." He softly giggled at your comment. Slowly breaking apart the hug, he gave you a kiss on your cheek, provoking anlther blush to creep in your face.

"I'll stay with you. I love you, and will always do." He said, grabbing both your hands once again, as he deeply stared into your eyes.

Certainly, you were going to spend a nice and good time with him. You didn't feel alone or unlovable anymore...you felt accompanied with someone who truly cared and worried for you. His loving and warm presence was just enough to make you feel happy and comfy, and for him, that was all he needed. Only you, and your beautiful big smile.

#Super dark times x reader #Super dark times josh x reader #Super dark times josh templeton x reader #Josh templeton x reader #Josh templeton #Super dark times #Super dark times josh #Super dark times headcanons #Charlie Tahan x reader

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#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

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BAD MOVIE TRIPLE FEATURE pt.1

I re-watched Event Horizon (1997)

Ugh, this movie sucks. I'm only watching it to remind myself why I truly hate it.

A spaceship crew, along with a scientist, are sent out to recover another lost ship.

Director Paul W.S. Anderson is, in my opinion, one of the worst directors to have ever had success in hollywood. His only talent is his consistent ability to underwhelm and bore his audience, while poorly Frankenstein-ing ideas from far better films. Whether it be through meandering go-nowhere stories or his lifeless action sequences, he has little more to offer than movies that are too bland to be "so bad they're good".

Anderson was handed the Resident Evil film franchise and chose to make some of the worst horror/action films in history. But it's here, with Event Horizon, that we get something far more disappointing than a lackluster cash-grab series of films. Here, Anderson takes his obvious love for the Alien franchise and admiration for Lovecraftian horror and he delivers a slap-in-the-face to both of those inspirations. (Not to mention, he wastes an excellent cast.)

Event Horizon starts well enough. As I've said, this film is straight from the Alien-franchise playbook. Especially as far as aesthetic and character are concerned. That's ok though. It's not a total rip-off and we'll call it a "loving tribute".

The beginning has "scary" dream sequences and general exposition, during which we mildly get to know a generic spaceship crew. The movie looks pretty good and, admittedly, Event Horizon starts out like a well made, if basic, Alien-clone.

The film goes on to slightly intrigue the audience more than most Alien-clones however. As it's story begins unfolding there is a promise made. A promise involving a ghost-ship floating out in space, seemingly leading to a wild hellraiser-esque bit of cosmic-horror. A promise to scare us with visuals, but also with deep existential dread. A promise of an intelligent horror film. A promise, which sadly, this movie never lives up to.

And, that's the main issue here.

The movie offers decent special effects (for the time and budget), and some great makeup effects. A lot of it's imagery is cool-enough and interesting. I fully admit that, for a movie I hate, there are things here that I very much like. The problem is, as soon as it finishes it's set up of a frightening otherworldly experience, Event Horizon then delivers nothing but the most generic and stale horror tropes. The movie devolves into countless lame jump scares and characters dying off one by one in poorly paced suspense sequences. The predictability factor goes off the charts, and the thought of the film's promise being fufilled is dashed immediately.

Well, at least we get interesting characters to carry us through this very cliche film, right? Nope. This cast of characters are a hollow one dimensional group. As basic as basic can be. We don't care about them. They're the crew from Alien, but with no real personality of their own. Just faded photocopies of characters other people have written, only on screen to die in boring ways. Even the ones with backstory feel untethered to their own stories.

If you're not bored by this movie, you've either tricked yourself into believing a few cool images can make a good movie, or you just truly enjoy terrible writing. And, I'll be the first to say that that's ok. We all occasionally like shit movies, shit books, shit music. It happens. But, just because you like something shitty, that doesn't make it a good movie. It makes it a shitty movie you like.

For me though, there is nothing worse than a film that uses pre-fabricated cool ideas and concepts to trick you into believing it's unique or interesting or worth a damn, despite adding nothing of value. This movie is the promise of steak and then receiving plain white toast cut into the shape of steak. Sure, it's food, but it's the farthest thing from what you were told you were getting. Event Horizon devolves from a cool cosmic horror concept into obvious cookie-cutter Hollywood trash, while completely ignoring what made it's "inspirations" so good. This movie is unoriginal, uninteresting and it's only value is in it's occasional pretty sets and makeup.

Basic Hollywood is ok sometimes. Basic slashers, basic tropes, basic films. They're all ok, but not at the expense of a great concept. And, for that matter, Event Horizon doesn't even do "Basic Hollywood" well. Anderson's direction is stale and lifeless. He has no personal style. It's all just attempts at copying what he believes is good or cool, and rather than spicing it up with his own signature, he regurgitates what he's consumed. The most simple and cliche moments in this film have been done far better somewhere else.

With the understanding that this film fails at examining it's higher concept and simultaneously fails at its more basic aspects (like character and engaging writing) I have to ask, what's left to like? What's here other than a pile of vaguely familiar vomit?

As an audience member you're being lied to, and the work of better artists is being used to prop up that lie.

Fuck this movie.

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