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xiaoluclair · 3 months

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Yo! Hi. So,

Lestappen 7, 16 or 48

Mctwinks 32, 13 or 17

Norstappen 22, 20 or 2

Please and thank you

hi boo, imma get one of these out bc it was draiiinning and write the other two later!

17. to distract // ln4.op81 // G

Liam was a terrible influence, really. The Logan of this morning, bleary eyed and braindead with the prospect of a new day, would never have picked a lock, let alone failed at picking it and been bestowed with detention the entire month.

So. Terrible influence.

It's in the hour before his first detention, where he's stowed himself away in the library next to Oscar, that he gets a WhatsApp notification from his mom. Don't forget eggs for tonight! Also Kat has something to ask you.

logan, pops down from the top of the screen a second later. He thumbs open the message thread. i left dad's present in m02.

good for you, Logan thumbs out, while trying to think of a way to get out of detention that isn't 'I have to buy eggs'.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asks him. "You've got your 'Something is wrong' face on."

"I have to run groceries for my dad's birthday cake," Logan tells him. The time on his phone flicks to 16:57. "And get my sister's present for him that she forgot in the art block, and do this while I'm in detention."

"I can do those," offers Oscar.

"We're going out for dinner at six," added Logan, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder as he stood. "I haven't even told my mom yet. Don't play the Jurassic Park theme tune at my funeral."

Oscar grins. "No promises. And don't tell you mum," he adds, grabbing his own bag and following Logan out of the library, "not today anyway."

"Okay," they turn down a corridor of lockers, "so I should just. Not show up? Happy birthday dad, your son's M.I.A."

Oscar doesn't say anything for a minute. Logan leaves him be, caught up in his own trainwreck. They get to the room with a minute left on the clock. Logan turns to give Oscar a hug. When they pull apart, Oscar gives his shoulder a squeeze, round lump of a nose scrunched up a little with his grin. "Sit near the window," he says. "And leave the rest to me."

Logan enters detention feeling suitably concerned about his best friend's mental health. There's a couple of people already sat down, and a girl takes up the seat closest to the row of windows so Logan takes the seat just behind her. There's no teacher. Two minutes later, a boy lopes in, and drops his backpack down as he props himself on the desk at the front of the room, a wrinkled piece of paper in hand. "Prigard?"

"Here."

"Lawrence?"

"Yup."

"Sargeant?"

"Uh, here," says Logan, staring. He's fairly certain the guy is too young to be a teacher. He barely looks older than Logan. No one else says anything about it though, so.

It's fifteen minutes into the hour, maybe, when the door opens. Logan glances up, history essay blurring on the table. A few others do too, including the guy at the front, who's spent the entire time after taking roll fiddling on his phone.

"Ella Hare?" he says, glancing down at the register sheet. "You're a little late."

"Sorry," says Oscar, slipping slightly awkwardly into the room. "Got stuck in a comb."

Guy At The Front lights up like a very small Christmas Tree. He leans forward slightly. "Glad you found your way out."

Oscar makes his way to the front of the room. By this point, everyone in the is watching with at least an absent boredom. "Sorry to interrupt, mister..."

"Norris," says the guy, grinning.

"Mr Norris," repeats Oscar, stopping at the other end of the desk, and Logan can see his entire face. "What are your thoughts on... defenestration."

Logan puts his pad of paper and pen carefully into his bag. He zips it up as quietly as he can while Mr Norris says, "I love defenderation." Logan's hand slips, and the zipping goes slightly high-pitched and too loud. He freezes, eyes on the back of Mr Norris's head. It starts to turn.

"Hey," says Oscar loudly, quickly, "Mr Norris, are you free right now?"

A pause. "Depends," says Mr Norris. Logan edges out of his seat.

"Would you mind listening to my sister's grade eight saxophone?" Oscar continues. Logan nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"Would I..." echoes Mr Norris, and now he sounds confused.

"Yeah," says Oscar. The girl next to Logan is watching him creep his bag onto his shoulders with raised, incredibly studded eyebrows. Logan wonders if they're legal. "She needs a second opinion?"

"I'm the second opinion?"

"On estimate," says Oscar, and then there's a saxophone blaring through the room, just obnoxious enough for Logan to lift his chair back into the desk and fumble the window open. Now everyone is looking at him. There's a set of twins who look like they're three second away from shitting themselves with laughter.

Logan looks to where Oscar has his phone out. Mr Norris has perched on the end of the desk, back of his curly head to Logan and eyes on Oscar. He reaches up just as Logan puts his leg out of the window, and presses a finger to Oscar's phone. The music cuts out on a high note. "She's good," he says. "But is that what you came here to ask? If you were looking for Brown, then-"

Logan's arm slips and bangs into the window sill. Shit.

"What the-" Mr Norris twists. Logan's mentally signing his death certificate, when Oscar lunges out and his hand goes around Mr Norris's cheek. And then he, to Logan's immense horror, crushes their mouths together.

Logan's pretty sure his jaw just hit the other side of the earth.

Then he remembers why Oscar's just kissed a teacher, and funnels himself the rest of the way out of the window as quickly as possible.

Liam hands him a carton of eggs, the present his sister forgot, and three packs of Daim. "Sorry," he says, sincerely. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew that was all today."

"No problem," says Logan, still reeling. "All in the name of love."

Liam looks at him concernedly. "Right. Are you. Okay?"

"Oscar kissed a teacher," Logan tells him. That's illegal, he's pretty sure. More illegal than twenty piercings in one eyebrow.

Liam's face goes bewildered. "Really? Why?"

Logan groans. "To get me out of detention."

"Why'd he have to kiss a teacher?" asks Liam, confused. "Wasn't Lando taking it?"

Now Logan's also confused. He asks, tucking the eggs, the present, and two of the Daim packs into his bag. "Lando?"

Liam elaborates, taking the Daim pack and opening it so Logan can arrange everything in a way that hopefully won't break the eggs, "Lando Norris? Curly hair, kind of tanned. He's a senior. And a teacher's pet, although I'm not sure how, he's not exactly known for being the perfect academic."

"So he's not a teacher?" Logan checks.

Liam shakes his head, confirming, "Nope," as he passes Logan the opened Daim pack. "Also you better get a move on, or Oscar kissing Lando to get you out of detention is going to mean nothing." Urged on and sufficiently comforted by the knowledge that his best friend will not be sent to jail, Logan rushes to flag down his bus home.

are you alive? he sends Oscar. he isnt a teacher btw hes a senior. also im on the bus.

The reply comes while he's video taping his dad cutting the cake and he's singing Happy Birthday a lot quieter than his mom. That's a relief, it reads, punctuation and all, because I'm pretty sure I asked him out for good measure.

Logan continues recording, and just hopes Oscar's bid for love never involves breaking into the cupboard of art supplies.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: Here's where the fun starts? I mean, I enjoyed it. Though it took me 4 damn days to get this thing on here. But it's a busy ass time of year. So, I am a little sorry that it took so long because someone asked if there would be another part and I think they were looking for more? Or hoping that would be the end of this lol. Idk. Anyway, here's part V. Hope you all enjoy it.

C/W ::: Kats & F!reader. Language, angst, smart-assery, flirting, nudity, touching, little bit of teasing. I'm tired. It's 12:32 on Christmas morning and I need to get to bed. If I missed anything gross let me know. But only if it's REALLY gross. Thanks!

WC ::: under 2,700 ish

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

You turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth as the sobs escaped. Katsuki walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Look, y/n. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just mad. Please, don't - don't cry. You know how much I hate it when you cry. It makes me feel like shit. Like I did somethin' wrong. Or, or hurt ya or somethin'. Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

He stood at your back and contemplated hugging you again. He wanted to. You weren't the only one missing the other's touch. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. You were both raw. Both wounded.

He backed up and you turned to look at him. You couldn't hold back your tears. "Katsuki, you did hurt me. You didn't want me to come to your hero events. You didn't want me to come to your work events. It was always a secret that we were together. Always a secret because you'd get embarrassed by me or whatever. I couldn't keep doing that. I couldn't be someone you were ashamed of. I didn't want to be."

Katsuki's mouth dropped open. "Ash-? Ashamed? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I was ashamed of you? You think I didn't want you at those events with me? You're insane." He looked at you, shaking his head. "Y/n, I never once asked you to be anything but yourself. I loved you, I still love you, for who you are. I never wanted you to be something you weren't. That's why I never asked you to be more than that. I knew you weren't into the hero shit and that was fine."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Kats. I was into you. And you're a hero so you have to be into the 'hero shit'. All I ever wanted to do was support you and be there for you and ... and ... why am I yelling about this. Why now. God. It doesn't matter, anymore. Does it?" You stared at the floor, greatly regretting your choice of words. You had no idea what you were doing here anymore.

You looked back up at Katsuki and saw him staring at you like he was ready to explode. "Fuck. Fuck! Y/n, you fucking idiot. You know me. You know me better than anyone. You know that I never once wanted you to be someone you weren't. You know that I love you for who you are. You know that."

He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "I ... I -" You choked on a sob and held your breath. "I don't know that. I don't think I've known that for a while. Katsuki, I love you. I really do. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being this person you seem to think I am. I can't keep feeling like I'm not good enough."

He looked around the room like he was desperately searching for something and his eyes finally landed on a plate in the sink. He stomped over to it and pulled it out only to slam it on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled, gesturing to the shattered pieces on the tile. "That's the good china!"

"You think I give a shit right now, y/n? 'Cause I don't. I don't give a shit about the dumbass plates. An' I dunno why you keep bringing up this shit about how you had to be my secret. I thought that was something we agreed on in the beginning that I wouldn't go broadcastin' the fuckin' love of my life all over the goddamn place. You're a literal walking bullseye for all of the assholes out there that want to hurt me. Or lure me in. I ... Jesus fuckin' shit, y/n. Why're you just now bringing this shit up?" He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "How long you been holdin' on to this for. Huh?"

You couldn't answer him. You just looked at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me. But you do have to take responsibility for this shit show you're starring in. I can't believe I let you back here. I can't believe I let you back here. God. Fucking. Damn it. You should leave." He turned and walked toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you knew that he needed a moment. So did you. But since when did you do what was best for you and him lately? Why start now?

Not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door, you barged in and stared at the naked man that stood before you. Once you were able to tear your eyes from his ridiculously beautiful body, you collected your train of thought and began yelling at him.

If there was one thing that really drove you crazy about Katsuki, it's his ability to remain unfazed by some things that are said to him. Whether they're said out of anger, hatred, frustration, or whatever. He could turn his receptors off at a moment's notice and just stare right back at the person blankly. Complacently.

"It takes a special kind of asshole to pull off the audacity that you walk around with all the time. You know that? I don't know if this is all your parent's fault or if this was some shitty personality trait you picked up on your own along the way. But you are such a shit that I can't even look at you right now!"

"Ah! But see, you weren't looking at me. And why'd you come in here if you can't even look at me right now? See, I think, that you can look at me. I think you want to look at me. You done starin' at my cock though, babe?" He asked you, in a deeper than usual voice. "Y'know, s'all yours, still, darlin'. Wann'it?"

Your chest was heaving at how angry you were at him right now. And for just a split second, you smiled. He cracked your armor and made you feel something other than the hurt that was boiling over in your gut.

"Oh-hoh, you fucker." You exhaled a chuckle. "You stupid fucker. You know what. I'm done. I'm just done. I don't want any part of your shit anymore. I'm leaving. I should have left when you told me to. But I'm a dumbass and just can't leave well enough alone. It's just -"

Katsuki interrupted you, "It's just ... you wanted to see my cock again." He tilted his head down to see your eyes. "Am I right? You don't gotta lie to kick it, baby girl. You never had to lie to kick it. Now, why don't we talk about what you really want to talk about. My fat ... hard ... cuh-ah-k." He punctuated each syllable with exaggerated annunciation.

You choked on the glob of spit you were trying to swallow. But what didn't go down your throat before, surely wasn't going to now. Now that he'd pointed out that his cock was, indeed, hard.

It was true. You did want to see his cock one more time. You missed it so much. It was so perfect. You couldn't believe that it was yours to play with anytime you wanted. The thought made you blush. Even standing here with the man you'd been with for 3 years. He still made you blush.

The thought occurred to you that maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. Get this frustration out of your system. But you knew it went well beyond angry sex.

"Tempting, Kats. It's all real tempting. Boy. And when you're being so romantic and sweet about it too. May I? May I try to appeal to you too?"

"Fuck. Yes. Appeal until you're blue in the face." He smiled and looked completely amused by your willingness to go along with this. "You think I'm gonna say no to ya? I told ya. It's yours. It's all yours. Take it, baby girl. Take it all. Just like I took your heart. An' I'm not fuckin' givin' it back, ya asshole. Callin' me an asshole. Tch."

"Shut up, shut up. Ok. Lemme see if I can be half as charming as you were just a minute ago. *ahem*", you cleared your throat before you started in on your attempt to show him just how stupid he sounded to you.

"You wanna see my cuh-n-tuh? You don't gotta lie to kick it, big boy. Just tell me what you're thinking about, c'mon ... whis-per ... to ... meee. Tell me what you really want. You want my tight ... wet ... pus-sy?"

Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "You think you're so damn funny, don't ya? Well, you're not. You're not cute right now. You're not being very funny. And you're asking for it. I'm fuckin' tellin' ya, you're gonna get what you have comin', ya little brat."

"Oh, am I? Well, what's that, big boy? Are you gonna make me laugh? Tickle me with your words? Huh? Oh, wait, wait. Let me say it like you would. HAHHH? You sound like an old man when you say ‘huh’." You laughed at your own joke and started to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into the bathroom and slammed you into the wall, kicking the door shut so it slammed again. This time seemed so much louder to you, though.

You grunted at his brusque movement of shoving your back against the wall. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. But you were surprised that he could want this in the throes of fighting for your future together.

He looked down at you and smiled, his mouth slightly open. His breath hot on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked you. "What's ... so goddamn ... funny?"

You were aware that he was trying to rile you up. And you could throw yourself out the window right now for playing into it. He knew how to move around you. He knows how to move around you to get what he wants. Hell, half the time, in the past, he could just look at you the right way and you'd be bouncing on his lap while he sat with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Watching you like you were the only other person on the planet.

The memory made your body flush with heat. It started in your core and spread to your thighs and cheeks. You noticed your heart was beating faster than it was when you were screaming at each other. There's just something about quiet Katsuki that always got you.

He bent over and ran his lips along the shell of your ear and said, "I'll ask you again, baby cakes, what ... is ... so ... fuckin' ... funny? I think you want me to drag it out of you, yeah? You remember what happened the last time you were bein' sassy to me, don'cha? I had a good time that day. Can't say for sure if you did or not. But if memory serves me righ', you came 7 times that hour. God, you were bein' a smart ass. Was it 7?" He rubbed his chin against your shoulder. The stubble raking across the soft fabric created a scratchy sound that made you squirm.

You turned your head to look him in the eye and said, "It was 8, actually." You smirked and watched his expression change from lust to surprise.

"It was ... hah. I must've missed one. Well, then, I should try harder. No? Maybe I'll make you laugh. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just make you moan and cry my name."

You closed your eyes as he ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Stop playing with me, Kats. This isn't ... this isn't how it should be." You couldn't believe you were saying those words. But they were the truth. This wasn't how it should be.

But it was how you both wanted it to be. You knew it. You knew that neither of you had the willpower to stop this. To turn away from it.

"You want me to stop, darlin'? You want me to walk away from you, go back to the shower, and pretend like this never happened? Is that what you want?" He was so close to your face that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

You shook your head, still looking him in the eye. "No. I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me laugh. And moan. And ... and cry your name. But, Kats ... just, don't fuck with me right now. Ok? Just ... don't. Please. I can't handle it right now."

"Ok. I promise. No fucking with you. I'll keep it real. If I'm gonna laugh at you, I'll laugh because you're being funny. I won't fuck with you. I don't wanna make you mad at me. Not right now. Just wanna make you ... happy. Make you feel good. Make you feel like you used to. Like you should. Like we should."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that this was just something that you two needed to get out of your systems. Something that had been building for weeks and was now about to spill over.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, pulling him in by the waist. He kissed you back and lifted your leg up, pressing his hardness against your thigh. The feeling made your head spin. It made your body ache for him.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around it. You felt him flex and harden even more in your grip. You sighed and bit your lip. You wanted him so bad.

"Take it off." He said. He took a couple of steps back and looked at you, serious as hell. "Take it all off. Let me see you." He watched you.

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, and pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the ground. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of your shirt. You slid your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

You stood there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for him to say or do something. But he just looked at you. Like he was trying to memorize every curve and angle of your body. Like he wanted to remember what you looked like.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, y/n. So fuckin' beautiful." He took a deep breath and shook his head, running his hand through his hair. "You ready for me?"

"I - yes. I'm ready. Are you? Are you ready … for me?"

"More than you could ever imagine." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he started to kiss his way down your body.

He licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. He knew that he shouldn't be marking you up but he couldn't help it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

In whatever way he could have right now.

He would take it.

And he would leave it.

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thelifetimechannel · 4 months

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Happy holidays! [S] Checkmate timing test

These timings match up with Tensei's "Of Gods and Witches":

Before the battle we see WV greeting AR and being super excited. AR is kinda baffled but gratified. We see their former memories in the clouds, maybe WV points to them?

Jane, Nanna, and Kanaya target bigger undead monsters. Casey's undead consort army shows up when they are almost overwhelmed. Rose and Roxy both slap their foreheads in comic dismay.

Karkat, Terezi, and the carapaces are ground troops against regular underlings.

Remaining Alpha kids are air support against flighted underlings.

Hal is hanging out taking messages from everyone directing battle traffic.

The preloader shows the Battlefield, surrounded by those weird checkboard vine things. It should be just crowded and dark enough to imply a serious sense of foreboding. Upon the flash loading, the Battlefield spins and zooms as the music starts.

SCREEN 1: 00:00-00:05 Pan up across a wide shot of the kids in various battle positions on the battlefield. Aerial combantants (Terezi, Hal, Davesprite, and the Alpha kids sans Jane and plus Calliope. Kat note: Davesprite’s on the lilypad. Matches last convo, and also, he’s a beta too :P) are around the scene. Karkat and WV stand on top of a hill, WV holding a waving red flag. The Beta kids are standing on a lilypad in center screen.

SCREEN 2: 00:05-00:09 On the chord, pan down across the kids on the lilypad, all in battle ready poses with weapons out

SCREEN 3: 00:09-00:15 On the chord, the opposite side of the hill we just saw WV and Karkat on. Pan to the right hand side. They stand on top of the hill. Scrolling by at differing speeds to the background hill are Jane (holding her fork made from the White King’s scepter), Kanaya, and Nanna. WV’s army of carapacians is gathered around them.

Screen 4: 00:15-00:19 On the chord, worm’s eye view of The Alpha kids and Calliope in the sky.

Screen 5: 00:19-00:21 A view of the underling army approaching: think the carapacian armies in flashes such as WV: Rise Up, where the hills are all separate layers that do a lot of panning. A mix of undead Alpha session underlings mingle with the Beta session’s horde of monsters.

Screen 6: 00:21-00:23 A bird’s eye view down onto the Beta’s lilypad.

Screen 7: 00:23-00:26 Third drumbeat Jane raises the scepter to begin the Reckoning. A red filter descends over the sky and contrasting green defense portals appear on the final drumbeat before the flute. A few streaks of meteors can be seen. The Reckoning has begun.

Screen 8: 00:26-00:28 As little synthesizer pretending to be a flute plays a first solemn note, the red filter descends further, the Betas look up to Jack fly overhead. They pan up, Jack moves down.

Screen 9: 00:28-00:32 On the second synthesized flute note, Jack lands on the platform.

Screen 10: :32-:34 The Betas and the ground pan down, Jack pans up. PM lands either in front or behind them

Screen 11: :34-:37 The background turns chaotic and red as Jack’s health vial appears. It’s already huge, as befitting of a final boss. It fills with vitality gel, but when it reaches the end, it laps itself and starts filling again in a different color.

Screen 12: :37-:41 Cut to a wide shot of the lillypad hovering over the battlefield. Clouds flit by, meteors fall, a crowd of underlings is trampling their way from right to left across the screen. STRIFE ROUND _ _ _ pops up at the bottom and numbers start spinning, eventually settling on ??? so that you don't know whether John had to reset to get this outcome or how many times.

:41 Slamming back to the lilypad, where John has his first engagement w Jack. This is done in a style of sprite similar to Rose’s fight with Jack pre-Cascade. They lock sword to hammer.

:45 Planetside, the Mayor raises his hand and Karkat raises his sickle and yells something. The carapace army advances against a horde of mixed underlings.

00:48 A general group of carapaces rushing forward.

00:50 Carpacean and underling footsoldiers meet. Remember: Carapaces on the left, underlings on the right!

00:52 Kanaya and Jane face off against a bunch of undead. Kanaya with her chainsaw, Jane with lifey powers glowing around her hands.

00:56 Transition by having John’s hammer and Jack’s sword meet on screen, and with a flash, we cut back to them.

00:56-00:58: With a series of blows in time with the guitar notes, John moves Jack rightwards across the screen.

00:58 John takes off Jack’s hat, but gets knocked back.

1:00 John jumps into metaphorical shadows of the background and Rose slides in, needles at the ready.

1:03-1:09: Rose takes off a tentacle. It would be amusing to try and have some kind of callback to her previous fight with Jack here.

1:10 Dirk, Roxy, Jake airborne. vs flighted underlings. This would be a good moment for a fraymotif: Jake gets the idea to use it, and either performs his and Dirk’s Caccia Amore (a buff whereby they swap glowy power auras and cleave through a group of underlings no problem) or his and Roxy’s Shot in the Dark (trapping a group of underlings in a black voidy version of Jake’s hope bubble and ricocheting bullets inside until they’re all grist).

1:26 Show planetside combat. Cool moments for people:

Karkat drags a few airborne underlings down with Blood powers for his army to trample.

Terezi does some sort of mindy thing perhaps to direct Jane and Kanaya

-The second of Jake’s two fraymotif ideas. Because you know, he’s the only one who was actually seen buying his, and Act 5 is pretty goddamn clear Fraymotifs are purchased from consorts.

-General note: While the kids can be doing good, the underlings have to be putting up a fair fight, with the tide of battle turning to the underlings’ favor once Jack uses the Miles. Otherwise the Crisis Point looks like it comes out of nowhere for no good reason.

JACK PLATFORM

1:40 Dave + Davesprite versus Jack. Davesprite takes off a wing and Dave gets his sword. Jack tries to bludgeon Dave with his massive healthbar…

1:50: Jack getting his health bar lopped in half by Dave. (NOTE: Dave does not participate in direct offensive attacks, only defense)

1:58: Jack summons the Red Miles, which destabilizes the lilypad, throws all the betas off balance, and punches holes in the lilypad. Terezi's jetpack is hit and she crashlands.

~2:05~ Crisis point

2:12 dirk gets decapitated like a dumbass.

2:13 rxn shot: Roxy is like why tf did u do that

2:15 Kanaya and Jane chainsaw their way out of an Underling Jane revive-killed a little too late, leaving them trapped in its ribcage. They’re pinned as soon as they emerge. Don’t worry, I’ll be making the gore sooty and ashy because Gill has done enough gore-things.

2:17 Karkat's army is cornered by a bunch of tough looking underlings. Looking up at the sky, meteors are hurtling towards the surface.

2:21 General pan of the carnage, ppl looking desperate

2:27 JACK PLATFORM On the Crescendo: Dave raises a hand and a bunch of Skaian defense portals glow red. Zoom into one to picture of Earth with the time ticker showing time passing.

2:30 On the crescendo: GB!Jade pops through the portal with the meteor and nabs the planet, then leaves the way she came. THEN the meteors shoot through, passing harmlessly through empty space.

2:34 Use as transition to Jade’s attack (keep the meteor but change the background), grabbing meteors and blasting them through/around Jack

2:40 PM and Jack dueling, but PM getting knocked back

2:42-2:50: A montage of tired and pinned kids (Jane reviving Dirk goes here):

2:50: Jade and PM look @ each other and nod.

2:50 As the drums kick up, PM charges the screen, providing transition for Jade’s retreats into the sky.

2:52 Jade hovers. A fraymotif circle appears beneath her while the former-Becs are seen on the lillypad below.

2:53 Cut to below her: The Spacey thing can be seen in the sky, but something comes over the hills in dramatic fashion. Cheers love, cavalry’s here The hills and the army rise until they’re in frame, Casey at the helm.

2:57 is the reveal shot with the low strings.

3:01 As the drums swell, Casey orders them to charge. They go for the underlings’ flank, a wide shot showing skeletons mobbing underlings.

3:03 A reaction shot of the two armies meeting.

3:05 Roxy and Rose slap their foreheads in a show of comic dismay, but Rose looks down in surprise to see a fraymotif circle under her feet.

3:08 In time with the Savior chords, the boys also notice the fraymotifs circles under them.

3:11: The camera cuts back to a wide shot of the battlefield to display the name of the 4-person motif: Unite Synchronize. No, shush, I know what I’m doing.

3:12 Jade gets some big ol’ insta-runes lighting up behind her.

3:13 PM and Jack fly awhile before PM suddenly takes off into the open void. Jack is confused, looking around for her. He looks up.

3:19 Activating lock-on fraymotif thing, comprised of the Light and Time circles. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.

3:22 Rose and Dave, with their insta-runes.

3:23 John nyooms in front of Jade and activates his own insta-runes. I definitely know what I’m doing, stop looking at me like that.

3:26: Space + Breath instarunes light up and spin in a way that can only mean FRIKKIN LASER BEAMS.

3:28: Zoom out, through the various flavors of instarunes, out to Jack who’s in the dead bulls-eye of all of them.

3:30 He tries to evade, but Light + Time mean there’s a dead lock-on on him.

3:32: Well clear of the blast, all four kids do a gesture that sets off the beam.

3:34 MAXIMUM BULLSHIT ACHIEVED: THE GIANT LASERBEAM OF FRIENDSHIP

We see it go off from a few angles in time with the beat and get Jack caught in the crossfire at 3:38 , taking off another tentacle and wing.

3:40: After getting laserblasted, Jack stumbles back, weakened, only to look up and see

3:42: HEY THERE, PM. She flies at him, just above the beam, sword ready and the camera zooming in each successive chord.

3:46 On the second to last chord, Jack raises his one arm and broken sword in defense: on the last chord, there’s a shot of them in the frame together, rush at one another-

3:50 Everything goes white; SHE STRIKES and fades in on her in the aftermath of a sword stroke, having taken Jack’s hand.

3:53: Everything sloooows down and Jack slowly falls to the ground away from his detached hand.

3:57 A shot of the battlefield with all the enemies dissolving as Jack falls.

04:03 On the low piano key, pulses and the battlefield goes from a torn red hellscape to normal. As the flash ends, it fades to a final screen before the replay button appears: a battlefield scene with the lillypad in the foreground transitions to the victory platform, where a green house stands. No, I don’t care if Hussie’s was red: It’s the Beta kids’ fight, the Beta kids’ regent, the Beta kids’ Battlefield, the Beta kids’ frog, and the Beta kids’ STORY - it’s the Beta kids’ green house on that goddamn victory platform.

FLASH ENDS

#there are two different versions of this timing test in my files lol #my original notes had the turning point/defense portals at 2:49 which I think is more musically appropriate #but those got moved for Gill's giant laser beam of friendship which.#hey if making it very anime will get her to actually draw it eventually so be it #I am still enamored with Jack getting disarmed and trying to clobber Dave with his extra health bar #bonus content

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The Legacy Of J. Dilla Streaming On FX & Unheard Music Released Via Kano

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The Legacy of J. Dilla is making its debut on the FX network tonight. The New York Times documentary about the late hip-hop producer explores Dilla's ingenuity as a beatmaker, the history of his Conant Gardens neighborhood and the various conflicts over his estate. Dilla died in 2006 at age 32 after battling a rare blood disease. At the time he was a budding underground legend having worked with Erykah Badu, Busta Rhymes, The Roots, D'Angelo and Common. He also founded his own group Slum Village and used his beats to elevate several local rappers from Detroit including Phat Kat, Frank-N-Dank and others. The producer's career took a different turn after R&B veteran Amp Fiddler introduced him to Q-Tip after a fated interaction during a Lollapalooza tour. Since his passing, he's been talked about heavily among rap connoisseurs, beat junkies and producers. The general public is still unaware of his contributions and the documentary is a way to commemorate his work and introduce him to those who still don't connect the sounds to his name. DJ Jazzy Jeff is in the film deconstructing Dilla's methodology that still mystifies the most initiated beatsmiths to this day.

The James Yancy estate has made a deal with Kano, the company responsible for the STEM player to release unheard music from Dilla over the next 10 years. The 20 songs are being released alongside the film. Fans can listen to the music on the STEM player which allows the songs to be remixed and the mixes can be shared online. The STEM player costs $200 and a monthly subscription is $1.94. The Legacy of J. Dilla will debut on FX and can be watched later on Hulu.

#j.dilla #slum village #hulu #fx #new york times #kano #Youtube

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 32 - Die With Your Boots On

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Eddie protects Kat while she battles Vecna.

Warnings: Eddie is still stressing us out.

Word count: 1.3k

Chapter song: Die With Your Boots On by Iron Maiden

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @earl-greater

Dustin looked down the hallway to Eddie’s real room. The door was shut, he could hear distant sounds of the demobats coming from above him. Sounds of white noise filled the rest of the trailer. He knew he couldn’t break Kat’s concentration; he knew her job was too important.

On the flip side, he knew it was up to him to reel Eddie back in. To save him in any way he could. Not only because Eddie was as much of a brother to him as Steve was, but because of Kat. Eddie had a resurgence of bravery, and so did Dustin.

He tossed the mattress aside and dragged a chair under the gate. He looked back at Eddie’s closed room and sighed. “Screw it,” he said before he let out a battle cry of his own. Giving himself a running start, he used the chair as a launching pad to hurl himself into the gate. He clung to the sides of it with both hands as he clawed his way up and into the Upside Down.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the most coordinated. Somehow he lost his grip and ended up landing flat on his back, getting the wind knocked out of him. He stayed there for a few moments groaning, trying to catch his breath.

Eddie had run out of the trailer and jumped on a bike. The bats covering the trailer followed him as he peddled, literally for his life. “Come get me, you sons of bitches!”

The metal of this bicycle rattled underneath him. As he kept peddling at top speed, his own words came back to haunt him. “I… I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. … I just ran and left her there! … I mean, look at us, we are not heroes.” With the swarm of demobats closing in on him, he skidded the bike to a halt. The bike fell to the side underneath him and he kept running, but his own words rang in his head. When he heard Kat’s words “You have been the only thing getting me through all of this. … So fucking stay alive.” He slowly turned towards the creatures that were trying to eat him alive.

He dropped his spear to the ground and shield. Already having the fuel for the flamethrower on his pack, he turned off the safety. He took a few deep breaths and aimed at the vermin in front of him. He bellowed another battle cry and began to burn the bats one by one. Until the trigger of the flamethrower only clicked. No flames emitted from its barrel.

“No! No! You stupid piece of shit!” Eddie yelped as he tried to switch out the propane canisters. He almost had it screwed in place, when he felt a strong, leathery tail coil around his neck.

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Max tore away from Kat’s hand as she stumbled towards El, who ran to steady her. “Max, are you okay?” she asked with such concern.

“Huh?” was the only thing Max could utter.

“Are you okay?” El repeated.

“Yeah. Are you…” Max said as she started touching El’s head and pinching her cheek. “Are you real? Di… Did I make you?”

El took one of Max’s hands in both of hers. “I’m real,” she whispered.

“How?”

“I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer,” El stated as if it was the most simple fact.

“What?!” Max asked.

Before El could elaborate further, they heard the shifting of the wooden bleachers. Kat reached forward to grab Max’s hand and pulled the girl behind her.

Raspy growling could be her over the clattering as Vecna lifted himself up. He cracked his neck before he slowly walked toward El. They squared off, staring at each other until they were in front of one another.

“If you touch her again… I will kill you again,” El said.

“Is that what you did? Hmm? Did you kill me? You didn’t do it alone… like you are now…” He cocked his head to the side as if he was taking in the whole scene. “I am so glad you are here, Eleven. This… is going to be… beautiful.” He raised his arms up beside him and all the splintered pieces of wood behind him rose with them. “So beautiful. And it’s all thanks to you.” With a gust of energy, he heaved the sharp objects past him and sent them sailing towards El.

Letting out a grunt, she put all her might into deflecting everything flying at her and sent them into the wall. Wasting no time, Vecna flung his hand in front of him, sending El flying backwards onto a table. She cried out in pain once she landed.

Max had gotten scared so she backed up so quickly she almost dropped Kat’s hand, but Kat had a vice grip on her. El had stood up on her own two feet for just mere seconds before Vecna was throwing her around the room like a ragdoll.

“Kat! What are you doing? Go help her!” Max seethed through gritted teeth as she tried to free herself.

“Protecting you!”

“But El needs you. He can’t come after me if he’s fighting the both of you!” Max argued as she twirled her arm in a circle while also turning her body. There was no way for Kat to keep a hold of Max, having no choice but to let go. She was reserving her power, only shielding Max by touch.

There was enough movement to distract Vecna from pummeling El. To him, it looked as if Max had appeared out of thin air. Kat knew she couldn’t hide any longer. She had to face her biggest demon.

She walked forward towards him, putting herself in the center of the decrepit gymnasium. “What? Thought you ‘saw it all!’ You didn’t think I’d miss out on all the fun, did ya?” Kat quipped as she jolted her arms out in front of her with such force, it sent Vecna flying backwards, this time, into concrete.

She could hear his guttural growling as he tried to take a step forward, but Kat wrapped her energy around his neck and slammed him to the ground with a motion of her arm. Before he could even make a single effort to get up, he was flung up into the air and spun like a baton before he was tossed into another set of bleachers.

Kat and Max both ran over to El. They tried to lift her up to support her as they made a run for it. Constantly, Kat was checking over her shoulder for when he would emerge from the rubble once again. When they all heard the utterly demonic growl that emanated from him, she didn’t have to look behind her to know he was pissed.

The trio stood up, Max on El’s right, Kat on her left. As soon as they turned to look to see their assailant perilously stomping towards them, Max was left with her arm suspended in the air. With one arm, Vecna levitated El and with the other, Kat. There they hung, immobile and paralyzed by the gripping pressure of the energy that Vecna was pressing down on them.

He lowered them slightly, so they were both at his eye level. Holding them there, he walked towards them until only inches separated all of them. “Before I kill you both… I want you to watch…” With a thrust of his hands he propelled them through a swirling cloud of smoke so that they landed on squelching vines. A dark red light encased wherever they were now. They could only assume it was Vecna’s true home, the one Max had somehow escaped once with the help of Kate Bush.

Together, the superpowered girls rolled and groaned as they came to a stop. Kat rolled over and reached out to El, but the action was futile as tentacle-like vines slithered over to them and bounded their wrists. More vines wrapped around their ankles to further secure them. They were dragged to the remnants of the stained glass front door of the monster’s childhood home where they were suspended.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson au #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #max mayfield #eleven

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Love Island the Game S5 Ep.30-32 Spoilers:

The way I literally gasped when Meera came out to hold Alfie’s hand??? I mean I’m really over Alfie not communicating and things, but Meera??? I was not expecting her again, tbh. However, Meera constantly like… glaring at MC and stuff even when you try to be nice? It’s a bit weird.

The way I literally cheered when Finn came back for Kat? Not going to lie, I cheered. Which made my conversation with him later rather disappointing, because he has feelings for MC too? Had to LET HIM DOWN. ….I mean, I did it nicely, but still. As mad as I am at Kat for what happened with Alfie, I can’t say she’s ever really swayed her head, and we saw some pretty vulnerable sides to her during Casa, so… it’s hard to do that to her. Like she kinda did it to me, but I can’t really do it to her.

Eddie, throwing a tantrum? ..I wish I could say I expected better, but truthfully, I can’t. He’s literally so entitled and I’m so glad he’s gone. Also, like… he claimed that he did all this good by Dana, and I’m like… where? And also, he said I was the only one who ever did good by him but also… BITCH WHERE? When he tried to stir the pot before going, I was like nah. Get outta here.

Gabi’s personality took a hard turn when Suresh came back and she had a point to prove, and I was all for her clearing the air and fixing it, but uh. She didn’t, really. She didn’t achieve squat? And now Dana’s all jealous and Lulu, Suresh, and Gabi are having hushed chats and I’m just like…. Gabi, I’m so sorry you have to come to your acceptance phase of your Suresh grief, but you gotta, girl.

Speaking of Suresh, seems like he’s onto yet another. Okay. Good for him, but it does seem like he’s running from commitment. 🤷 Also Lulu may seem okay, but she seems a little secretly cutthroat? Like I think I respect her out of fear?

Dana. She’s really a bit worse for wear here and honestly, there’s not much I can do to convince her here. It’s tough for me to read where Gabi’s at.

I switched with Nicolas, which, THANK GOD, because Suresh coming back with Lulu, and Dana coming back with Gabi, and Alfie coming back with Meera??? THAT’S A YIKES FEST. Nicolas has been kind of scheme-y: he wants us to be perceived well as a couple so, we can stay on the show. Matching outfits, talking up our bond more than it is so we appear stronger… And I’m not going to lie, I’m enjoying playing these roles with him. For once, we’re playing the game, and while we may not be a power couple for real yet… in his own words, he wants to buy more time to see if we could be. And I’m on board with that. And for once, we’ve got someone who seems 100% in our corner and fun to be around and gossip and plot with. He has been saying he doesn’t mind the baggage, and he’s interested in the drama. To be honest, rather than alarming, I find it to be telling of his desire to face things head on and communicate them. I massively respect that. He is giving massive trickster vibes, but I’m liking that about him actually.

#ramblings and dr pepper #litg eitv #litg season 5 #litg s5 #litg ex in the villa #ex in the villa #love island the game 2 #nicolas litg #litg suresh #litg lulu #litg gabi #litg dana #litg kat #litg alfie #litg meera #litg eddie #litg finn

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LAMMY

First Appearance: Out of the Spotlite #32

Dimension: Scratch Space

Allegiance: Civilian

Lammy was a shy girl who found it hard to talk to others. But one thing she was passionate about was playing the Guitar. When you put a Guitar in her hand, she’s a completely different person. So when Katy Kat was starting a band, Lammy figured why not give it a try. She did find Katy to be cute. Lammy slammed the audition and with Katy and Ma-San, the three became Milk Can. Eventually, thanks to Katy and Ma-San’s connections, they have their first big concert planned out at the PaRappa Town Concert Hall.

But on that day, Lammy had this weird dream that made her oversleep. This means she has 15 minutes to get there or she’ll be late. She rushes there as fast as she can, being stopped by fire, being mistaken for a pregnant woman, having to fly a plane, get a replacement guitar, and somehow get stuck on an island (which was hell to her). But eventually she made it there on time to perform on stage. After that, Ma-San produced their first album.

It seemed to be going well to the point that Joe Chin tried to capitalize on it. But despite their efforts Milk Can was mostly a big band in PaRappa Town. Lammy still plays as part of Milk Can when possible. And when not, she hangs out with Katy, PaRappa and all her friends. And now Katy and Lammy are dating, so it wasn’t all bad.

Sprite Credit

First version by AkumaTh

Second version by AkumaTh

Current version by AkumaTh

Fun Facts:

The Picture in the Comic was the reason I liked PaRappa/Lammy. Turns out, the Japanese Commercial started that.

I always thought her name was Lammy Lamb.

I have the Album "Milk Can: Make it Sweet" as it was one of my second purchases from another country.

#Lammy #Milk Can #scratch space #civilian

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I posted 24,232 times in 2022

That's 17,829 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 1,491 of my posts in 2022

#queued becuase i ran out on my post limit <3 - 46 posts

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#(i’m not entirely sure why i thought the study of rocks/the earth would be fun for me since it’s not an interest i have but it wasn’t bad)

My Top Posts in 2022:

So I watched the newest YJ episode…I am in shock. Please do not speak to me about it. I am utterly heartbroken…why did they do this?? Why??

Also I watched it way too early. I was not prepared. It is 8:52am and I am not okay😭

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If you could either be in the DC universe or the Percy Jackson universe, which would you chose and why? If Percy Jackson, who is your godly parent? Or if DC, what are your powers and who is your mentor?

I'd personally chose Percy Jackson because hyper fixations galore! I'm also a child of Hermes, so, YES!

Kat why would ask me to choose between these two😭

But seriously: I think I’d also choose Percy Jackson—yes, there’s a lot of death and violence but in either universe, I would have to fight someone so I don’t think it’s fair to compare them tbh :3

I chose PJO because at the end of the day, it would be so cool to live in a world where gods and myths were real. Of course, ignoring all the child murder and general angst

I’m taking a women and gender studies class rn in college and currently the unit is talking about the Sumerian and Egyptian goddesses Inanna and Isis (currently writing a comparative essay on them). I cannot express how amazed I am looking at the different ways people try to explain how the world works and celebrating life and death,, It’s just super cool!!

(Side note: I don’t know if anyone’s read The Wicked + The Divine but I can’t stop thinking about that when I hear about Inanna, that comic series has ruined my life)

Anyway, as for godly parent, it’s probably Hades, not just because I like myths about the Underworld (though that’s a big part of it) but also because from the official website quiz, I am in Cabin 13☺️

(Also Hazel and Nico has siblings, who wouldn’t want that??)

—Bat

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2, 23, 31 for my ask game 🥰

Hello!

I only play Sims 3 so I’m going to answer my question based on that :3

(Also sorry the late reply)

Question 2: Least Favorite Sims world?

If I’d have to pick one I guess Adventureland only because I don’t use it much

Question 23: Favorite child/adult aspiration?

Surrounded by Family because I’m a big family simmer. Turn the Town is also a good one since I play a lot with supernatural sims and it’s pretty easy to complete

Question 31: Tag and give a shout-out to a simblr you really enjoy seeing posts from

I’ll shoutout two because i can <3

@wannabecatwriter @anamoon63

Also here’s my simblr side blog if anyone wants to check that out: @thedaydreaminggamer

Thank you for the questions :)

—Bat

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What's your favorite fanfiction you are currently writing?

Mine is Quest Parenthood: Challenge Accepted or Fall From Grace. Both are PJO AUs I am hoping to post over on Wattpad and AO3 soon. Do you want a dedication?

Right now, I think it’d be my Shadowhunters fic “The Moon” which I actually getting a chapter tomorrow for the first time in a month :’)

I watched the show over my senior spring break and I think it came at a perfect time because I was having anxieties about leaving high school and moving onto college so the show has become very special to me (currently reading the book series now) so I really like going back through the episodes (after I binged it in three days😭) and writing them out with some OCs :)

Anyway, enough of me rambling on. Yes! I’d love a dedication ^^

My A03 user is ImJustAGirlWhoLikesBatman if you want to do it over there too <3

—Bat

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My #1 post of 2022

Tagged by @jervis-tetch-my-beloved

Ten characters, ten fandoms (in no particular order)

1) Helena Wayne/Huntress (DC Comics)

2) Elliot Clayton (Criminal Case)

3) Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

4) Leighton Sekemoto (Sims 3)

It’s my list, I can put who I want

5) Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

6) Isabelle Lightwood (Shadowhunters)

The TV show because The Mortal Instruments is sitting on my shelves waiting to be read😌

(Also it was the one I got into first. It made me by the TMI box set, no joke)

7) Mothflight (Warrior Cats)

I LOVE Mothflight’s Journey sm

8) Wu Zeitan (Iron Widow)

Read it if you haven’t, trust me <3

9) Mary Saotome (Kakegurui Twin)

First ever manga I got. Only have the first two volumes so far. Haven’t been keeping up but it’s an…interesting… story from what I remember👀

10) Josephine Montilyet (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

She’s such a sweetheart🥹

This was a perfect way to finish my night after working on an essay for school🥰

Tags: @blackcat2907 @emomusicalnerd @ecto-archivist @jasontoddorjasongrace @tzar-of-torture @lanie-light @batnations @wannabecatwriter @itzroseblossom @atomwavearmyleader

(Really wish tumblr would only show blogs I follow like Wattpad does so I can figure out who to tag faster)

—Bat

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My longest tag was me explaining that one time I took a geology class😭#This is definitely pushing me to actually organize my tags fjfjtn—#also as per usual the posts are me being a big nerd :’)

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naijastudio · 2 years

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DJ Thunerdex - Superselecta Vol 3.0 MixTape

Dj Thunerdex makes an appearance this time with "THE SUPERSELECTA MIXTAPE (VOL3.0)," the final installment of his most popular mixtape series. As for the culture, you already know that DJ Thunerdex never disappoints his fans with this new mixtape, which is packed with hit songs from top celebrities A-Z back to back. Additionally, The Previous Vol 2.0 can be downloaded online. You guys are going to love this! If you enjoy the wonderful music, the awesome tune with the great new melody is definitely worth a spot on your playlist. The gorgeous new melody is an excellent tune that you should absolutely include on your playlist if you adore lovely music. DJ Thunerdex - Superselecta Vol 3.0 MixTape is now available on naijagenre.com, and don’t forget to share this website with your friends for the most up-to-date information. Tracklist Intro – Superselecta DJ Thunerdex 1. Come & Go Rmx – ArrDee Ft. Black Sherif 2. Last Last – Burna Boy 3. Ku Lo Sa – Oxlade 4. WeWe (Retouched) – Ruger 5. Common Person – Burna Boy 6. Kenkele – BNXN (Buju) Ft. Wande Coal 7. Overdose – Mavins Ft. Crayon, Ayra Starr, Ladipoe 8. Dada Rmx – Young John & Davido 9. For My Hand – Burna Boy Ft. Ed Sheeran 10. Bandana – Fireboy DML Ft. Asake 11. It’s Plenty – Burna Boy 12. Rise – T Dollar 13. Billion Dollar – Seyi Vibez 14. Billing – Spyro Ft. Davido 15. Fizozo – Major League DJs, Abidoza 16. Sungba Rmx – Asake Ft. Burna Boy 17. La Mezcla Rmx – Blaqnick & MasterBlaq 18. +234 – Seyi Vibez 19. Chipi Ke Chipi – Mellow & Sleazy 20. Kilo – T.I Blaze Ft. Skiibi 21. Desperado – DJ Thunerdex 22. Certify Loner (Retouch) – Mayorkun 23. Lockdown – Virgo Deep Ft. Caltonic SA 24. Bullet Point – Caltonic SA Ft. Fashionboy SA 25. Watawi – Ckay Ft. Davido, Focalistic & Abidoza 26. Big Flexa – Costa Titch Ft. C’Buda Alfa Kat 27. Kwaku The Traveller (Retouch) – Black Sheriff 28. Tanzania – Uncle Waffles Ft. Tony Duardo 29. Trigger (Visualizer) – DJ Karri 30. Finesse (Retouch) – Buju BNXN 31. Gqoz Gqoz – Busta 929 Ft. Mafidzodzo 32. Machala – Carter Efe Ft. Berri Tiga 33. Doek Gang – Caltonic SA 34. Ijo (Laba Laba) – Crayon 35. Peace Be Unto You – Asake 36. Buga – Kizz Daniel Ft. Tekno 37. Palazzo – DJ Spinall Ft. Asake 38. Mufasa – Tekno 39. Omo Ope (Retouch) – Asake Ft. Olamide 40. Jaiye – Psquare 41. Normally – Young John 42. Hate Me – Olamide Ft. Wande Coal 43. Shedibalabala – Jerry Shaffer & Bobby Banks 44. Blesings – Niphkeys Ft. Zinoleesky 45. How You Dey – DJ Nero Ft. Patoranking 46. Loving You – Zinoleesky 47. Tikuku – Candy Bleakz 48. Koloba Koloba – Adewale Ayuba 49. Turn Up – Niphkeys 50. Gbemidebe – DJ Op Dot Ft. Qdot 51. Emi Lokan – Qdot 52. Tease Me – Jamopyper 53. Zazu Beat – DJ YK Beats 54. Emi Lokan Cruise – DJ YK Beats 55. Tintok Cruise Beat – DJ YK Beats 56. Oniduro Mi Dance – DJ Yk Beats 57. Outro – DJ Thunerdex Jump Off Listen below:- Read the full article

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cinematicnomad · 9 months

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Happy birthday!!! Hope you have an excellent one!! 🎉💖

thank you!! tis been most excellent, let's have some fitzier for fun:

#ask #explorersaremadeofhope #kat turns 32 #unfortunately i don't have many happy gifs of them lol #but francis is pouring a drink so that seems relevant

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—NEVER QUITE AWAKE, a three-parter, coming soon!

Before he turns to go, he pauses, lips parting, and says—

“Whatever you do? Don’t break his heart, Evans.”

And then he’s gone.

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Take Two - jily fic

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December Winter Tropes @jilychallenge, partnered with @prettymachete! PROMPT: "my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and oh my gOD i’m sO sorry"

Lily turns off her phone with a click. Flaming red heels snap against the pavement as she steps out of her car, tucking the cellphone into her purse and suppressing a shiver against the biting cold.

In front of her stands a towering, handsome building with rustic brick wall, a navy-blue arched doorway, and not one or two but three balconies on each of the floors.

Perhaps she’d read the address wrong, she muses, but immediately tosses that idea down the drain. After all, she’d just double-checked Euphemia’s message, and this — this behemoth of a house — is, indeed, 655 Archimedean Way. A regal name for a regal building.

Not for the first time, Lily wonders why she accepted Euphemia’s invitation in the first place. Sure, she’s known Euphie for nearly a year now and she’s been the loveliest boss Lily’s ever had — and she’s the reason Lily has her job in the first place — but only a madwoman would show up to Christmas lunch hosted by an elderly woman she hardly knows. Even if she has nowhere else to go.

But it’s far too late to back out — not to mention she’d promised Euphemia more than once that she would be there — so Lily takes a deep breath, bracing herself, and walks up the winding path to the doorway.

She hardly raps on the door knocker — an ornate peacock — once before it swings open and she’s face to face with...

“James Potter?” Lily blurts out.

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you're the tom to my jerry (fic)

Unknown Number: hello lily evans i have an urgent question for you

As long as Sirius Black doesn't win, anything is game.

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Lily Evans, Unknown Member

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Unknown Number: hello lily evans i have an urgent question for you wait shit i just realized that sounded really creepy let me try that again hi lily i’m james, unfortunately the brother of your coworker sirius black, and we met last friday when i came to pick him up from his work because my brother is an idiot who forgot to fill gas and somehow ended up with an empty tank an hour before he was expected for dinner at my mum’s and my urgent question hinges entirely off of whether you prefer sriracha or soy sauce in your rice so maybe... it’s not that urgent

Lily Evans: Seven messages first thing in the morning on a Sunday? Maybe I really am popular.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hello

I was wondering which of your stories have a desi James?

hello!! almost all of my fics include a desi james (half, on euphemia's side) even when not mentioned explicitly (though there's usually some mention of brown skin). the one exception, off the top of my head, is Take Two, where james is half-greek and white.

however, a fic where I explicitly refer to/incorporate james's indianness is You're Worth Splinching For, in which he is half-Marathi! despite me not being Marathi LOL

EDIT: another one that totally slipped my mind is this drabble with james as an indian immigrant!

one of these days I will write something in which I can properly explore his identity as indian! and when I do, you best believe I'll never shut up about it!

until then, I recommend these amazing fics by authors who wrote desi!James:

blink three times by @thequibblah (and other assorted fics by her including the 700k word epic Come Together, for which this is an extra w/ negligible spoilers)

Nine Days - an adorable Navaratri WIP by @alstroemeriablack

everything by aheartcalledhome (including the "rewrite potter" series in which it's HP but jily lives and james is indian) but especially on james potter and his impeccable singing voice, which legit made me cry

although I have not read this yet, apparently @fetchalgernon and @ghostofbambifanfiction have written James in (The Completely Unwilling Participants on) The Bachelor as Indian!

tamilprongspotter and mashallahmangoes if you can find their work anywhere

bonn's Everybody Needs A Nervy B Now And Then, also have not read b4 but will read asap!

october31st1981 on FFnet and prongsmydeer on tumblr! there are a bunch of drabbles not on her FFnet on her tumblr

the lovely @jilyism and @alittlebitofeverything23, AKA mi and shreya!

As you can see, there are LOTS of fantastic authors who write an Indian James! Please shower their writing with love!

If you have written Indian James or know fics that have it, PLEASE put the links in the reblogs! Maybe this can become an Indian James masterlist 😂

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*INTRODUCTIONS !

BASICS.

NAME. Katherine 'Kat' Dawson

PRONOUNS. She/Her

AGE. 32

BIRTHDAY. July 18th

SPECIES. Seelie Fae

OCCUPATION. Owner of Nightshade Bed & Breakfast

NEIGHBOURHOOD. Sycamore Heights

PERSONALITY. Creative, Cheerful, Empathetic, Disorganised, Impatient, Nosy

FC. Ksenia Solo

BACKGROUND.

Being born smack bang in the middle of the Dawson clan has its pros and cons, but Kat has always been the type of person to see the sunny side of things. She loves her family and the way they grew up even if they didn't always have the best of the best - and truthfully, the chaos of having eight siblings suited her just fine. She was the sort of kid that always had to be doing something, up at the crack of dawn and preferably out in nature, and she could always rope at least one other person into her hobby of the week.

Her interests never stayed in one place for too long, until she reached middle school and uncovered a love of creative writing. From then on it was pretty common to find Kat with her nose in a book or pen and journal in hand, reading or writing and sketching every idea that came to mind. Throughout high school it was her plan to go to college and study Creative Writing, but her grades prevented her from getting much in the way of financial help, and so after graduating she worked a variety of odd jobs in order to save up money.

In her spare time she still loved to write and would put every idea on paper, even the little ones that turned out to be bad, because in her mind it was all part of the creative process. And in the end it was one of those small, bad ideas that spawned a moderately successful children's book series when Kat was 20. It wasn't the type of book that made chart lists or put her name on the map, but it gave her enough money to go to college, and so she left Wolford for Knoxville to study.

During that time she continued to write and hired an agent in hopes of publishing more, but the pressure of college seemed to dry up the well of ideas that had once swirled round her mind. Whatever she did manage to get out was continually rejected for one reason or another and her grades tanked. The joy Kat had once found in writing all but disappeared under the glare of perfectionism from professors and publishers, and in the end she dropped out of college and returned home severely disillusioned.

Back to working odd jobs and with no idea what she truly wanted to do next, Kat left it up to fate to guide her path. A few months later the Nightshade Bed & Breakfast came on the market, and the slowly dwindling royalties Kat still received turned out to be just enough to buy the place. There was plenty of criticism to be heard when she made the purchase, what with her lack of experience and the impulsivity of the decision, but she listened to none of it. The decision felt right at the time, and she'd always been a fast learner. How hard could it possibly be?

The first year was a huge learning curve for Kat, but eventually she got her bearings and started to enjoy running the place. The rotating cast of guests keeps her busy and there's always something to fix or change or figure out, and someone to have an interesting conversation with.

HEADCANONS.

Kat turned one of the B&B's downstairs rooms into a library, and it mostly features books that she's collected over the years. Guests are free to borrow any they like but occasionally may come across places where Kat has doodled or underlined or written in the margins.

Her personal style is somewhere between grunge and cottagecore, but almost always practical. She's a big fan of overalls, earth tones and flannel. Chunky black boots are her staple footwear.

Some might call Kat a terrible gossip, and they'd be correct. She loves to know the ins and outs of drama and while she usually stays well out of it herself, she's not above stirring the pot a little from the sidelines.

Ever since purchasing the B&B Kat has not taken a break from renovations. Technically most of the things she does aren't strictly needed, but she likes the change of pace and finding new things to spruce up, even if it's as small as rearranging furniture. The one thing completely off the table is modernisation - she's determined to keep its quirk and charm.

If not at the B&B Kat can usually be found hiking in the woods or rummaging through a garage sale for strange knick-knacks to use in craft projects or display as decoration.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

old & new friends - there’s a lot of scope on this one because kat is fairly easy to get along with. she can be a bit flighty as a friend and sometimes misses plans with no warning due to distraction or just plain forgetfulness. maybe those who have known her for so long are used to that and give her some leniency or on the flip side they’re getting sick of it and starting to create some distance.

long term guest - someone who maybe in the past or currently was a guest at the b&b for a while. if they were new to town kat would’ve shown them around and tried her best to get them settled, and if they were already a wolford resident who needed alternative housing for whatever reason she would’ve gone the extra mile to make them more comfortable.

employees - although she tries to do as much as she can on her own there’s just a little too much for one person to handle, and some things she’s just not good at. a cook would be the main thing but she would also look to hire part time front of house staff and/or a housekeeper.

garage sale buddy - kat likes looking for strange and unusual things at garage sales or antique shops and would be happy to have someone else along for the ride. be prepared to participate in games of who can find the cheapest weird item.

craft buddy - someone who does crafting with her on a weekly-ish basis. kat flits between different things and has a frankly gargantuan mountain of supplies to use. mostly she just likes having someone else around to chat with while they do their own thing. probably displays their work in the b&b.

ex(es) - kat’s had a few relationships, none of which lasted. she’s a little bit of a commitment-phobe and was probably the one to end the relationships. could have ended on good or bad terms.

#intro.

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For the ask game 16, 32, 34 please!!

Hi Kat!!

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Frustrated at my phone keyboard because it's lagging and it sucks. I'm eating a chocolate roll, ashamed and inside a stuffy car. Not a great combo because it's making me feel nauseous.

32: What is your favourite color?

I don't have one. It's constantly changing. However, I've never had complaints over any shades of green. Maybe I'll settle for that.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Someone was pulling me off my bed. When I "woke up" I tried turning on my lamp but it wouldn't turn on. I got pulled again, woke up for real this time and actually turned on my lamp and left it on for the rest of the night.

#Or morning actually.#It was 4 o clock andd I haven't slept since #Not much of a dream kind of a nightmare #My answers are giving negative energy I'm so sorry #I hope you had a nice day!!#Thanks for the ask :)#buffoonery

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ARMI DE LEON is looking for her ALMOST SISTER-IN-LAW/FRIEND. For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Armi de Leon

Type of Connection: Almost sister-in-law/friend

Connection Name: UTP (I have the last name defaulted as Richards in her bio, but of course, that can be discussed)

Connection Age: 28-32

Suggested FCs: Kylie Bunbury, Margot Robbie, Ayça Ayşin Turan, Pooja Hedge, Rebecca Rittenhouse, Greta Onieogou, Jamie Chung, Kat Graham, Kat Mcnamara, Zendaya Coleman, Sydney Sweeney, Eiza González, UTP.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

UTP is from a high class wealthy family set in New York. Armi met UTP when she attended college in the big apple, and she met her through her brother; who is now Armi's ex boyfriend/fiance. The couple dated for 5 years, and was set to be married. But the day of the wedding, Armi called it off. In my head, this family is very strict and "picture perfect". It's all about money, and status, and you must fit the part. Armi fell pray to this at a time where she was still trying to figure herself out; and therefore, turned into please much Cinderella. But the relationship between her and (Sean in her bio), was anything but great as whole. He, just as his parents, cared about status, and looks. And Armi played the part well for quite awhile, but she'd find that that wasn't her. And she would do things that would upset the family quite a bit, because it wouldn't line with their image. This is where UTP comes into play. Because Armi and UTP ended up bonding very well. UTP saw something in her that she envied, and she would find a bond in the Latina.

During the time in which Armi was apart of the family, I believe this character got pregnant. I don't think this was taken very well with her family at all, and I feel like Armi was the one who was there with her the most for it. Armi and UTP became best friends in a way, and Armi took to this little girl, who I've default named Raelynn, like an aunt.

UTP would've came to Wilmington with her daughter within the last year or so, after deciding to break free of her family's bullshit. She knew Armi was there, and that if anyone could help her get on her feet, it was Armi. The age of her daughter is UTP, but she'd be within the 6-12.

***I also feel like their secret could intertwine with each other. We can discuss that too!

MISC:

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If interested, please contact: @armisdeleon

#town rp #oc rp #mumu rp #new rp #mystery rp #owc #wc

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billie-venus-wrote-a-book · 1 month

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Chapter Three

“CAUTION: Unstable Environment Prone to Underground Collapses; Do Not Enter Unless Authorised to do so and When Wearing the Correct Safety Gear”

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Elmsbury Weekly

Obituaries

Stephen Wilde, 44, born 12th November 1972 in Derby City Hospital, died tragically 1st October 2017 in a collapse within the Elmsbury-Gallows Museum Renovation Site third crosscut. Stephen was a loving father, husband, and brother to William (14) and Christopher Wilde (10), (sons), Mary Wilde (42), (wife), and Jonathan Wilde (51), (brother). Never one to frown, he was a kind and generous man, always one to give the leftovers of his dinner to his late-home hungry children, and one to share in his love of sports and history with all family members. He was one to hold open doors for anyone and give up his seat on buses and trains. Stephen’s goal in life was solely to be a successful father who raised two upstanding sons, and it is safe to say that though fatherhood was short for him, he managed to do so.

A public funeral for Stephen is being held at Holy Trinity Church on Church Street near Forest and Church Street Estates, Elmsbury-Gallows on 7th October 2017 at noon, hosted by Reverend James Fairfax, a beloved reverend of the family. Please come to pay respects and pray for the deceased’s loved ones to be free of visions of his spirit and to allow him to pass on into Heaven. God bless Stevie Wilde, may he rest easy.

Obituary written by Mary Wilde and sons.

***

Amy leaned with her back to the noticeboard outside Professor Holly’s classroom, staring out of the great rectangular window which cut a hole in the side of the stairwell up to the second floor of the extensions done to the school building in the 60’s. The board behind her itched the back of her neck from the now a few dozen of curled edges on home printed Missing Dog posters that had spread out from Maisie Bailey’s, which seemed to have been patient zero. Amy’s scuffed black boot tapped on the linoleum floor to the beat of Lesbian Vampyres From Outer Space by Scary Bitches, currently blasting at full volume through her headphones. She studied the outside, not the most scenic of views, watching as the car park became less and less crowded as the students filtered out from it since the day had ended. A couple of year tens had poked holes in the top of their water bottles with compasses and were spraying unsuspecting year sevens and substitute teachers from their hiding spot in the bike shed; Amy couldn’t hear a thing from way up there, smiling a little to herself as the antics took place in complete silence, save for her music, like a black-and-white slapstick film. She looked up to a clock on the wall above the door to Professor Holly’s classroom: 3:32.

Both he and Kat were apparently late.

It had been about a week since their detentions had started, though it felt like years, and Amy resented the way that time was seemingly moving half as quickly as it did when she was doing things she actually enjoyed. It felt simply unfair, though she reconciled the feeling and decided that complaining about it wasn’t going to change anything, even if the person she was complaining to was herself. From her downward peripheral, a shape had started climbing the stairs. Amy didn’t see who it was at first, the light from outside obscured the person in complete blackness save for a small slit of narrow lighting across a skeletal face. She took her headphones off and rested them around her neck, turning the volume down a little as she could hear it chittering in a now muddy, static quality. Her eyes focused on the figure coming up the stairs: it was Mike Gregory.

He was hunched a little, as if carrying something heavy on his back, though he didn’t have a bag with him seemingly only turning up in his school shirt and blazer and a pair of joggers which hung loosely about his frame. His skin had faded to the colour of his sandy-blond hair which now had a faint greenish tint to it as if he had tried to dye it blue but washed it out too early. It looked over-washed, straw-like and dry, though the front few locks were greasy and stuck to his forehead, overgrown and unkempt. His cheeks were hollow and black, his lips were white and ashen and his irises were two watery brown spots in the jaundiced pool of his whites. It was as if he had become sepia.

He stopped at the top of the stairs to catch his breath, looking at Amy with something she first thought was triumph, but subtly became relief:

“Found you.” He rasped.

Amy didn’t say anything, caught in a glitch between telling him to go away and asking him if he was hurt. Weird to feel concern for Mike Gregory of all people, but it was becoming very apparent that the circumstances that rendered him this way were also very much weird. Her mind flicked back to when she had seen him last: well-fed and jovial standing at the top of the hill, eyes and white teeth glinting in the twilight.

“Now,” he swallowed against a sandpaper throat, the light from the window haloing his messy hair, “lift this curse off me, alright?”

“Curse?”

Mike scoffed weakly, stumbling towards Amy a little, shooting out a thin hand to grip the banister for balance, making her flinch slightly, “that’s what you’ve done, right? Put some weird witchy curse on me?”

Maybe he was sicker than she had first thought. Amy straightened up against the noticeboard, trying to inch a little further away from him in case he was contagious, “curse— what curse?” she met his stooping gaze, “I don’t understand, Mike.”

His eyes pierced her, searching for any sign she was lying to him. Upon finding nothing, they welled up slightly, “please… you’ve got your revenge, okay? I know I’ve not been—” he searched, “—not been the nicest of people these past years, alright, but…” he trailed off, wanting for her to drop the badly-concealed concern plastered to her face, aching for her to tell him it was all one big joke, “…but this isn’t it… you can’t just do this to me.”

“Mike, I don’t know what you want from me,” Amy pleaded, “whatever’s happening, you don’t look well at all- maybe this is all from a fever or something.”

He paused for a moment, dropping his gaze to a small spot just next to her on the floor. His legs gave way, and he slumped down against the railings, tucking his knees to his chest, “I don’t know what’s happening, Cokes,” he didn’t look at her, “I just… I just want it to stop.”

Amy sat down opposite him, leaning against the wall, “what do you want to stop, Mike.”

He said nothing, his head twitching slightly in a way he was clearly trying to suppress as he glanced through the railings nearly obsessively, peering down at the floor below, “I keep trying to hurt myself.”

Amy wanted to reach out a hand to comfort him, “Mike… if that’s true then you need to talk to someone—”

He shook his head, laughing a little, “No… no they won’t— they wouldn’t let me look…” he looked back up at her, his eyes wide and yellow, “…they would stop me from looking for him.”

“Looking for who?” She cut down the tree with the olive branch. Had he taken something?

Mike wordlessly replied: he made his hand into a pointing finger, and exhaustively tapped his chest with it twice.

“Someone’s looking for you?”

The boy’s expression faltered: maybe she didn’t understand, “something like that.”

“Well Mike you need to tell someone if you’re being stalked—”

“Oh my God, you don’t get it!” He shot up, towering over her, his eyes glaring yellow holes in a shadowed, deathly face, “I told you, Cokes, I keep trying to hurt myself.”

Amy pressed herself back against the wall. Mike Gregory’s eyes grew bright with tears, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t—”

Silence hung in the air like a fog. Amy watched as his face contorted painfully through its micro-expressions, so fast-paced and fleeting she couldn’t discern what any of them portrayed. He sighed, his features softening into something that Amy hadn’t really seen on him before: something genuine, “I wanted to be mates y’know,” he admitted, “I actually think you guys are kinda cool, it’s just Harrison and Henry who make me into a dickhead sometimes.” He laughed a little, “Hell, maybe sometime we could hang out- you could take me on one of your ghost hunts or something.”

“I thought you hated me because I cursed you?”

Mike waved a thin hand, “Nah…” he coughed up a small smile, “none of that shit’s real anyway.”

Amy paused, a question bubbling up towards her lips, “did you fake that photo- the one of the graveyard?”

Mike looked at her as if she were mad.

“Piss off Gregory before I chin you into next Tuesday!” Kat was marching up the stairs, still sporting the trouser-skirt, now made even more angry by the appearance of the source of their unjust detentions. Their eyes widened in surprise when Mike did- piss off, that is- and hurried down the stairs, the square of white light coming through the window engulfing him until he was completely swallowed by it.

“He looked rough.” Kat remarked. Amy couldn’t tell if they were as concerned as she was.

“Kat,” she turned to her friend, “I’m gonna ask you something weird.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not stalking Mike, are you?”

Kat looked taken aback, “What!?”

“Sorry, it’s just,” he was gone now, but Amy’s gaze lingered on where he had been sat, “he said some stuff to me there that’s proper concerning, like, danger-of-death concerning- I dunno, it’s a bit dumb but I thought maybe you were like trying to get back at him or something.”

“Oh shit,” Kat did look uneasy now, “God, no, no, I’m not doing that at all, like, I hate the guy and everything, but it in’t as if I want him dead.”

***

The headlights illuminated the winding form of Deerfolk Way as Neil snaked his way back up to Johnson’s Farm. He had found himself listening to an old Tom Lehrer CD that he thought he’d lost a number of years back, and had reminded himself to look for but never made good on that promise. It had been a lot later than usual when he was extracted from his classroom by cleaning staff, and it was well into the early hours of what could actually be considered nighttime by Autumnal standards when Neil slammed his feet down on the brake and clutch, cursing at the shifting form standing patiently in the driveway; a silhouette he was all too accustomed to recognising. He shut off the car and stepped out into the brisk October night.

The light on the outside of his front door illuminated Jim the Vicar from behind, though Neil could make out that sinister, many-toothed smile that he hated so much dimly glowing on a backdrop of absolute black, and the pleasant, cordial manner in which Jim always approached the person he had set his sights on talking to. Holly recalled a joke made when watching a nature documentary: something about sharks.

“Neil! I knocked but you weren’t in,” he folded two white hands sheepishly over his front, “I just thought I’d wait for you- assuming you wouldn’t be too long.”

Neil made his way to the house, standing in front of his door but not opening it, hoping that he could intangibly pull Jim around to face him where the lamplight would illuminate him fully, so they weren’t standing under cover of complete darkness, “You’ve never come looking for me here.”

Jim shrugged, “I supposed you wanted me to leave you alone, but I knew you’d forgive me for wanting so badly to reconnect with an old friend,” he smiled wide, the yellow buzzing glow of the lamp creating dark, c-shaped pits at the corners of his mouth with the push of his cheeks, glinting off his teeth and settling in the whites of his eyes.

“Well, you supposed right.” Neil said, flatly.

“My apologies, then I’ll make this brief, shall I?” Jim stepped forward a little, just stopping before the little step up to the front door, “Where are the books?”

“Books, what books?” he knew exactly what books Jim was talking about.

“Oh, come on, Neil, a man like you would know that playing stupid is extremely out of character,” he had stopped smiling now, his eyes forceful and unblinking, staring unmoving into Neil’s, who had backed up against the door a little, “it’s starting again- actually starting.”

He had seen that look in Jim’s eyes before, now reflecting back at him a watery, blurry memory that only revisited him in the seconds between being asleep and being awake. Neil stared right back at him, his jaw tightening, “No it isn’t.”

Jim laughed shortly, “I thought that ‘some things should stay buried’.” He’d got him, “or was that just a misinterpretation on my part? Not like you to deny evidence that’s right in front of you,” he chuckled again to himself, “maybe you’ve been replaced.”

“Don’t say that— don’t joke about that.” His voice peaked a little. He tried to bandage his nerves.

Jim’s eyes were almost luminescent, “It’s looking for me, Neil, which means it’s also looking for you,” he leaned forward, though never moving up the steps, keeping himself at arms-length. Neil knew what he was going to say next, “Fairfaxes and Borthwicks.” His face hardened still, turning into a badly hidden grimace as his voice picked up a snappy, almost rhythmic tempo, “I know you kept them, you said you threw them out, but you of all people would never let a piece of local history- our own history- not to mention something as valuable as those books be lost to time.”

“Go home, Jim.”

“No,” he shook his head erratically, “No you’re not— you’re not listening to me,” The reverend’s face was flat and pale and burning in place like the last image projected on a hot TV, “we can have what we wanted— what we tried so hard to get back then.” Neill flinched a little as the other man’s eyes darted wildly as they scanned his face. Jim’s composure weakened still, “Come on, you’re acting like you weren’t the one who got me into this in the first place. Don’t you still want to know?”

“You—” Neil caught his tongue before it lashed out, “—I don’t have any damn books, okay?” he fidgeted around in his pocket for his keys, “go home.”

Jim said nothing for a moment, that pleasant smile recapturing his face as his shoulders softened and un-tensed, “If you say so.”

Neil got himself into the house before Jim even turned away from the doorstep, slamming the door shut and sliding the chain bolt into its place. Tomorrow he would go out and buy a new lock for the cabinet.

***

Three weeks passed before Amy and Kat even thought about the interaction with Mike Gregory on the stairs; despite it’s general strangeness, neither of them cared enough about him to remember it. They had empathy for him, sure, but sympathy was harder to come by. The only time it had been brought up again was the night it had happened when Amy retold the events to Trent in a vague overview.

“We should go on another hunt during half-term,” Trent was picking at a fraying thread on the hem of his blazer, “we haven’t been back in the graveyard for yonks now.” The quiet drum of tapping keys and buzzing conversation acted as white noise beneath his soft and measured voice. Amy felt Kat sigh dramatically next to her, “We’re all just too preoccupied because someone—” they pointedly looked over to Professor Holly, sunk too low behind his computer to be seen, “—insists on setting us shit tons of work to do, like, whatever happened to all that ‘work-life balance’ BS they had that one assembly on.”

A voice replied from behind the computer, “Kat, unfortunately it’s my job to make sure you can get a job in the future.”

Kat stuck their tongue out, before profusely apologising for doing so and getting on with their work. A few minutes passed before they were called on again.

“Hm, you three?” Holly pushed back on his desk chair so they could actually see his face, “just got an email asking you to go up to Mrs Pratchett’s- Mr Robins is going to collect you—it says to wait outside.”

Amy’s brow furrowed, flitting through the last term to try and think of anything they could have done wrong since Doorgate (as Kat insisted on calling it). Unsurprisingly, nothing came up.

The noticeboard outside the classroom was now plastered with Missing Dog posters, so much so that its original rectangular shape had been rendered into an irregular, jutting form, bulging out in a bevel; some posters had fallen to the floor underneath the board, no longer able to hold onto the great mass of old paper with a single flimsy thumbtack. Kat poked the noticeboard with an absently-placed finger, “you think anyone’s looking into all this?”

“I dunno, my mum said it might be some sort of animal from the forest that’s made it’s way into town- stuff like this has happened before apparently- back in, like, the 80’s and stuff,” Trent slumped down on the floor, brushing aside loose posters and drawing-pins with a leather-gloved hand, “not to this scale, though.”

“I don’t like it,” Amy leaned back against the bannister, arms folded tightly over her chest, it was colder now Autumn had taken hold of the town.

“Nobody likes it, Amy,” Kat pointed out.

“I know, it’s just—like, I’m very glad Sir Pounce is an indoor cat now,” she paused, a nasty thought creeping up behind her, “d’you think that photo… what if that was whatever’s doing this?”

“Nah, don’t think so,” Trent looked up at his friend, “I still think the photo’s fake, and even if it’s not, I’m pretty sure someone would notice if a giant hand creature was kicking about murking dogs.”

“What about the photo Amy took, of me by the bush?” Kat seemed a little mousy.

Trent replied that he maintained his stance that it was just a prop thrown away. Before any form of argument could break out, Mr Robins standing at the foot of the stairs, calling up to them, “Amy Cokes, Katherine Burton, Trent Lewis-Scott? Would you like to come with me please? Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble.”

***

“These are officers Burke and Hare from the Elmsbury Police Station,” Mr Robins introduced them, and the two men shook Amy’s hand last as the three filed into the office, sitting sheepishly on their chairs.The teacher left the room, closing the door on a cool silence which hung damp in the air. Again, Amy found herself furiously rifling through the events of this term- the only thing she could come up with was that- worst case scenario- Mike Gregory’s family had decided to press charges on them for assault. Even so, why would they summon Trent there as well; he hadn’t been involved at all, not even in discussing the detentions. Come to think of it, surely it would only be Kat who would be prime concern in that case. The more Amy dwelled on it, the less convincing it became.

Trent gave her an apprehensive look from across the row of them, which Kat joined in on. Officer Burke, a spindly man with a receding crop of ginger hair and a face closely resembling that of a pug, spoke gently, small vertical notepad and Berol in hand, “don’t worry you three, we just want to ask you a few questions.”

“What about?” Kat’s voice sounded smaller in the cacophonous office. Burke ignored them, “we have spoken to two other classmates of yours, uhhm…” he glanced at a previous page in the notepad, “…Harrison Burke and Henry Clarke- we’re assuming you know them, even if it’s just as acquaintances.”

Amy felt a nagging sensation at the back of her neck- she twitched her head a little to dispel it. Burke continued, “and they stated that you three were present at the old radio tower about a month ago, with their friend Mike— Mike Gregory.”

“Yeah, they kicked us off it,” Kat said before they could stop themself.

“Hm,” Burke glanced at his partner, “What do you mean ‘kicked you off it’?”

Kat paused, “uhm, like, I dunno, we were up there then they came up there and told us to get lost.”

Burke made a note.

“Hm, okay… well, we also want to know what you three were doing up there, if anything?”

A moment. Maybe this was about the weed? Or trespassing? Amy didn’t feel like that was the case, the fields are public property. She was pretty sure anyway. And they hadn’t been smoking anything that time, honestly it had been ages since the three of them had a stoner phase.

“Uh, well, we were just hanging out up there,” Trent glanced to his friends, “if it was trespassing, we didn’t know, there aren’t any signs.”

The two cops exchanged another look, this time, it was Hare who spoke- a tall, broad man with a bald head and small, piercing, bright green eyes, “that isn’t what we’re here to talk about- those fields are public paths so you’re clear there: we want to know if you noticed anything…” he tilted his head from side to side, trying to find the right word, “…anything concerning about Mike Gregory?”

Oh.

Amy knew she had to speak up- if that was what they were asking- but not about their encounter at the tower but about the one in the hallway. Had something happened to him? What if something really bad had happened to him. Would they be implicated? No, no that wouldn’t make sense, why would they be implicated in… whatever this was? Was he dead?

“Is he okay?” She volunteered, not wanting to launch too far into her encounter with him on the stairs, just in case.

Burke took a sharp breath in, Hare’s eyes suddenly fixated on her, “This morning Mike’s parents went into his room to wake him up and he was gone.”

A coldness oscillated through the three friends.

Hare continued, “we think he’s run away, but we are still short on a motive so if there is anything you three can maybe volunteer that could point to one it would help the investigation.” He sat back, “you were the last to see him, save for Henry and Harrison, so please: anything, anything at all?” He turned his focus back to Amy, “you asked if he was okay, just then, did he do anything that might spike that concern or is it simply… just empathy?”

You need to tell them.

“Uhm…”

Tell them.

Amy looked to Kat, whose eyes were bolted straight ahead, their face ashy and pale. Their breathing was controlled and concentrated, like they were focusing on not throwing up.

“One little thing, I think,” she began, “like, three weeks ago—”

The shrill bellow of the school bell pierced the room, ricocheting off the walls and denting the great metal filing cabinet, echoing into a diminuendo until the room was silent again. Burke told them to stay put.

Hare persisted, “you were saying?”

Amy stuttered, trying so hard to painfully push the words out. She knew what she wanted to say but somehow not how to say it. It was if she were chasing the memory, and it was getting further and further away from her, “Well, he just—I ran into him, or rather he ran into me, when I was waiting for a detention like, I dunno two or three weeks ago—”

Burke made a note.

“—and he just, well, he said some stuff that was… I dunno, weird.”

“What did he say?”

“I…” Amy fought to remember, “…he said he was scared he’d hurt himself, then I think he got mad at me when I tried to tell him to speak to someone—he said I ‘didn’t understand’.”

“And that’s verbatim?” Hare asked.

“What is?”

“That he said you ‘didn’t understand’?”

“Yes, yes I remember him saying that to me, he was mad- really mad and then he got, uh, upset, started crying and stuff- then Kat came upstairs to the classroom, and he left.” Amy felt a little guilty about her conscious decision to leave out Kat yelling at Mike to piss off- she really didn’t like the idea of this turning into an ironically misdirected bullying incident.

Burke made a note.

“Okay…” Hare turned his focus to the other two, “you two got anything else? Anything at all will be helpful.”

They shook their heads. The room took a breath it had been holding for a good few minutes now; Burke and Hare got up, told them not to speak publicly about the investigation, and then ushered the three out.

***

As they descended the winding stairs back down to the hallway, an uncharacteristic lack of words had befallen Amy, Kat, and Trent. Kat looked pale, Trent had a semi-permanent frown, and Amy felt like she had missed something out. That nagging came again, lodged at the back of her neck like a tick. She scratched it.

“D’you think he ran off because of us?” Kat’s voice was quiet.

“I…” Trent began, “I dunno,” he relented, “I don’t think so- we didn’t do anything to him, it would make more sense if one of us ran off because of him.”

“Maybe something at home then,” Kat’s gaze was firmly on the ground, “like, his family being shit or something- didn’t you say, Amy, that he said he wanted to hurt himself or something?”

“Yeah, I mean, he didn’t want to, it was more like he was scared he would, like he thought that he wasn’t in control of himself,” Amy added, “I honestly thought he’d taken something- he looked awful, like really awful.” She reflected back on the conversation outside Professor Holly’s. The fear in Mike’s eyes was that of a hunted animal trying to outrun a thing much bigger than itself; he had had a look about him of a creeping realisation that he was just not smart enough to escape something- it was nothing like how he had been at the tower not even a week prior. He looked like he had been deprived of food and water for months, Amy doubted that only a week of not eating could do that to a person, no matter how extreme their manner of starvation was. There was something so real about the way he’d kept looking around himself, glancing through the railings.

“Fuck.”

“What? What is it?”

Amy knew she had forgotten something, “I forgot to tell them about the stalking.”

“The what?” Trent looked confused, “I thought he was just unwell—”

“No, no he said he was being stalked, I think- he inferred it.” Amy honestly wasn’t sure, “maybe? He was so incoherent so I don’t know what he was getting at- but he might have been.”

“Should we go back up?” Kat offered.

“No shit we should go back up,” Trent was already turning around, “what if he’s got, like, kidnapped or someth—”

The pealing of the bell soared up the thin spiral staircase, ringing in their skulls and bouncing around behind their eyes. They had reached the bottom of the stairs. It was the end of break. Mr Robins opened the door, “get to class you three.”

Amy opened her mouth to protest, but she found herself already back in the corridor. It was all just a little too late to turn around.

***

“So I am going to assign you work to do over half term—”

A unanimous groan came from the class. Professor Holly continued, “—just a little research task since it’s the start of the year, it’s to start getting into the swing of A-Level style source gathering,” he sat down on his desk to address the class, arms folded, eyes smiling through his glasses, “I want you to go out and look for both primary and secondary sources for the 17th Century project, extra points for local historical events- Matthew Hopkins did commit a witch trial here, which I am sure some of you know a little bit about already, so there’s an idea of where to start.”

Amy, Kat, and Trent were back in for the second half of the lesson, having missed their break entirely. Holly continued, “remember to use books to find your primary sources, not Google or Wikipedia since they are—”

He gestured for everyone to join in with him, which they did, “—shit.” He smiled, “very good, and nobody tell Mr Robins I got you guys to say that.”

`Kat and Amy still had to attend detention after school, telling Trent to run to Cery’s to grab a few cans of off-brand Coke and meet them at the tower, giving him their respective change. The detention was no shorter or less painstakingly boring than any of the previous ones, despite it being the last day of term. On their way out, Professor Holly wished them a good break, a sentiment that they both returned in kind. As Amy descended the stairs after Kat, the eyes on the Missing Poster for Mike Gregory- placed starkly in the centre of the noticeboard- followed her movement until she was out of sight.

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