#maybe ill rewrite later

[endcant]

(a poem from last month)

it’s almost may

i peek at the navy band and the far-off, frozen stars from under my stationary canopy of charcoal

clouds

wool roving of a massive dark sheep

the air smells like Smoke

Somewhere Else

and clover

and something else… ahh

…rain, yesterday.

more crickets are chirping than I’ve heard this year yet–

“please! please! please!”

they cry,

all solitary together

under the curtain of honeysuckle that shrouds the water.

it’s hard to imagine what more they could want

main street is quiet

plants here seem to glow at night.

some edges of leaves are cast in the glossy colors of mismatched streetlights

but, overwhelmingly, they are one verdant body.

in passing, i almost miss

the fruitlike bruise of an open rose hanging low in the shadow of my building— just one.

(the first one)

someone sits idling their car in the apartment parking lot.

not in a spot,

they must be waiting for a friend.

their exhaust pipe sighs, “puddle puddle puddle puddle”

the crickets ask, “please! please! please!”

i’ve crunched out of sight and sound before anyone comes out to meet them.

the gravel of neglected pavement crunches deliciously underfoot.

as i walk, dry air spices my throat.

it is so unlike humid, rumbling yesterday.

silver snakes of distant puddles illuminate themselves in the other lot

wrapped in the crook of the creek.

bass thrums from within the shell of a passing car,

bounces against the shattered croon of the tinny speakers in the empty mexican restaurant,

like asynchronous functions of one body,

and then the car is gone.

#mine #🎤 #ive been emboldened unfortunately #its not much #maybe ill rewrite later

[kakujis]

teach me!

a/n: bro idk wtf this even is.. i was just horny at 3am the other night and its been sitting in my drafts since LMAO. but i like the idea of y/n being super dependent on her prince soo

ft: prince!izana x afab!maid reader

wc: 0.6k

warnings: orgasm control + denial, choking (like one lil squeeze.), fingering, lil bit of dacryphilia aaand thats it.

being prince izana kurokawa’s maid meant two things: one, that you were expected to be the best at what you did and two, that his word was law. that was what everyone thought at first, but you were completely and utterly awful at your job.

you knew what all the other servants had to say about you behind your back, muttering about how you were a detriment to izana whether he knew it or not. some even questioned if you were as pretty as he thought you were, surely, he saw something in you that they didn’t or else he would have thrown you out long ago.

but what they don’t know is how much izana loves giving you “personal” lessons. your back is pressed against his chest, uniform bunched around your waist and your legs spread pretty for him as you fuck yourself with your fingers.

“you’re doing it wrong,” he chuckles in your ear, “that’s why you can’t cum.” he grabs your wrist, pulling your slick covered fingers out. “now do it again, like i showed you.” 

you shift and try again, trying to emulate what his digits feel like when they curl up into you making you squeal. it feels good, sure, but it’s nothing compared to how he does it. resting your head against his shoulder, you whine up into his neck, panting about how it’s not the same if it’s not him and you can’t do it on your own. you’re frustrated from chasing your high, release still so far away. 

“well that’s no good,” he says, pulling out your fingers once more. he brings your hand to his mouth to suck the juices off your digits. “let me show you again. i’m doing this so you won’t need me every time, okay?” he’s lying, especially with his voice so sweet. he knows that no matter what he teaches you, it won’t be enough without him. that’s why he sneaks you into his room every night to see you mewling into his neck or his sheets, it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re pliant underneath him. 

he starts by circling your puffy clit, applying just the amount of pressure he knows you like. then he slips two digits in, strokes languid and slow. it's already better, his fingers thicker and longer than yours filling you up so much than you could. when you arch back into him, he grabs your chin to force your head down. “pay attention,” he snaps.

“s-sorry..” you whimper, biting your lip as you watch as your pussy sucks him in. he always feels so good, rubbing up against that sweet spot that makes your walls clench around him. moving his palm down to rub on your clit, you throw your head back onto his shoulder again, already ignoring his command, glancing up at him with glass blown eyes. 

“that feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, looking back at you, eyes laced with mirth. he moves his hand down to squeeze lightly on your throat. "see how easy it is? you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he picks up the pace, scissoring you open and you can feel your orgasm coming. 

“i’m gonna-“ you gasp, bucking into his hand. he squeezes harder on your throat, what precious air you had escaping you. it’s at that moment, when the pressure is going to snap that he pulls his hand out. your pussy clenches down on nothing and you whine. 

“you’re not.” he says, matter of factly, grinning as he releases you from his grasp. you gasp for breath, you were so close. tears prick the corner of your eyes as you pitifully hump the air looking for any kind of stimulation. he pushes his fingers past your soft lips and you suck obediently. once satisfied he pulls them out and grabs your wrist once again, leading your hand back to your sensitive cunt. 

“now let’s try it again, hm?” 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #izana kurokawa #izana kurokawa x y/n #izana kurokawa smut #izana kurokawa x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #pibby writing #EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH maybe ill rewrite this later idk

[the-crimson]

ok I am cooking a very interesting pattern is being revealed with Pomme and Ramon’s reversed deaths. This is 100% tin foil hat conspiracy territory and lmao

This got long so under a cut it goes :P

Both of these deaths were recalled because the admin controlling the entity “broke the rules” and both times, no streamer was able to see the entity. In Ramon’s case, no one was present. In Pomme’s case, the entity was invisible.

It... seems very odd to me that the rules that were broken were broken. Do not enter egg’s reinforced room and don’t use god killing weapon are pretty straight forward. In Ramon’s case, I can see it being an accident as the code admin could have teleported to Ramon not thinking he’d be in the room only to find that he was and Ramon’s admin instinctively went “ah monster time to flee” and ran outside where he was fair game. But the admin actively choosing to use a god killing weapon that they knew was off limits does not seem like an accident.

Pomme’s death was planned to a degree. The quests were designed to separate the players and potentially leave the eggs vulnerable. There were many times where Pomme would be alone and vulnerable to attack be it her and one of her parents during the boat race, separated from everyone else while racing, or the water drop where everyone had to climb up a precarious ladder to the height limit and jump down. There are plenty of opportunities for Pomme to be alone and vulnerable during that time. The entity just got lucky when Pomme went through the teleporter alone and took that opportunity.

Additional evidence that Ramon and Pomme’s deaths are linked. The entity attacked when the eggs were alone/separated from their parents. The eggs had no chance of surviving the encounter: in ramon’s case, he was truly alone; in Pomme’s case, god weapon + Invis. No additional monsters were spawned during the attack. These felt much more like assassinations than attacks meant to instill fear.

The Binary Entity’s motive has been very clear for a while, and was even more blatant with the ARG being solved. One of the first things it ever said was “LEAVE” it said in the chat to BBH and Maximus when attacking Dapper ages ago. The ARG revealed a message from the Binary Entities that they do not want death but will not stop until the players leave the island. Their actions have a clear motive even if the why is unknown for now. They want to instill fear in the players so they leave the island.

Every time it has attacked in the past has felt like a reminder for the players that they are not safe. It targets the eggs while they are with their parents so their parents can watch helplessly as their child is slaughtered. Plus, the Binary Entities only start targeting the eggs when the players start getting complacent. No one is actively trying to find a way off the island (BBH is the exception but he keeps getting distracted with other lore lol). The Binary Entities have a clear pattern. Take an egg’s life. Wait a few days to a week to see if the players are going to try to leave. They do not, so it attacks again, reminding them again. It is sending a clear message.

The message Ramon and Pomme’s deaths tell is different. There is nothing the players could have done to save Ramon or Pomme, not at the time. (with their current strategies, they could have saved Ramon but at the time there was nothing they could do) This isn’t a reminder of, hey you need to get off the island, its a statement that nothing they can do will save their children.

Additionally, it is VERY interesting that the entity that killed Pomme waited to attack until she wasn’t alone. According to Phil, Pomme was alone when he came through the teleport. The entity could have attacked Pomme then, when there were no witnesses, but there is an important story telling thing here. If no streamer was present, we would not know that entity’s attack patterns were ENTIRELY different from the Binary Entity. That feels very intentional.

Whether there were players present or not, Pomme would have died. There was nothing anyone could have done to prevent that. Why wait, then. From a story telling pov, the admin waited until other players were present so they could observe how different the attack played out. Even without the god killing sword, the entity did not change the day/night cycle, it didn’t summon any additional mobs, and it was invisible. Under those circumstances, Pomme was pretty much fucked regardless of the op weapon. The entity needed a witness because it is NOT the binary entity.

Then we have Cucorucho’s message to Phil “WHAT DID YOU SEE TODAY :)” and I feel like that almost confirms it. Cucorucho has shown in the past that it wants the players to figure out the Federation’s shenanigans to a degree. It encouraged BBH to ask questions and allowed Cellbit to infiltrate the Federation and get word to Richas. It wants them to figure things out. Cucorucho asking this question to Philza, the sole witness of the attack, feels incredibly important. Cucorucho is pointing out that there is more to this attack then meets the eye. Or it is just mocking him I don’t know lol.

Also, it seems evident the Federation has some say on which deaths are cannon or not and this comes from Bobby’s death and farewell. They were the ones to reveal that Bobby was really gone. They were the ones with the power to “resurrect” dead eggs for a short time and - in Juanfillipa’s case - for good.

Ok, bringing this all back around to Pomme’s assassination. The admin playing the entity chose to use a banned weapon, meaning the death would be reversed regardless of the outcome. The death completely blind sided the players present because there was no warning and nothing they could do to prevent it. The Federation has control over which egg deaths are “real”. That day, Cucorucho suddenly started showing interest in keeping the eggs “safe” via its agreement with Jaiden.

The Federation knew the binary entities are targeting Pomme to make the players leave the island, which they do not want. The Federation doesn’t want the players to leave and starts showing interest in helping them directly protect the eggs on the same day something assassinated Pomme in a manor that could not have been prevented by almost any means. The message is clear.

“The Binary Entity has evolved and you cannot defend against it alone. You need us.”

From a meta pov, I do not think using the op weapon was an accident. I think it was used so that this death would be reversed. This death was a threat and a warning to the players from the Federation, using their fear and hatred of the Binary Entity to push them closer to the Federation’s clutches.

#qsmp #ok #i have more to say #but i am tired #and im pretty sure wht i have i sunintellagbel word salad #maybe ill rewrite this later when my thoughts are clearer #but rn everything is just a jumble of conspiracies lol #crimson speaks

[comfymoth]

y’know what should have happened cquackity should have killed cdream last spring instead of just torturing him. 1) it would have gotten rid of cdream solving all my problems and 2) the conflicting guilt and righteous fury would have made quackity even sexier. him and sam could write it off as an ‘accident’ and bond over this fucked up secret only they know about it would be just like h—

#dream smp #i’m normally not. like. a rewrites guy but my heads going crazyyyyy rn this has potential tell me it doesnt have potential #put cquackity on that will graham arc i want him so isolated because hes scared of how good it felt #so thennn it makes his whole stupid rivalry with wilbur more interesting because wilbur #in his head #is a man who’s seen the consequences of his actions where quackity is just waiting for his #and they can have a cooler deeper discussion about guilt and morality than whatever the burger arc was #and eventually it just makes them both realize they have to keep living. and go back to the people they love instead of cutting off #ok gonna stop writing fic in the tags cut myself off while im ahead but #cquackity should kill. that’s all #abuse ment #by proxy #ig #sorry im being a little deranged maybe ill delete this outta shame later AHDKDJDKDJDKD

[knyplotrewrite]

Rewrite Tanjirou’s Lack of Identity

hes not someone who likes the thought of having his own identity, its got to be specifically catered for everyone else and what they need in their life, even the fact that hes trans is something he changed to better service the people he cares about more than it was for his own self expression

first big one is his hair and how he specifically styles it, ponytail and then later the half updo style, the connection to kyojuro is very obvious regarding the latter (no other characters except sabito has their hair styled that way), but what about the ponytail? thats meant to connect to tanjurou, he doesnt ever use his appearance to express his own identity, he just tries his best to copy his role model or at least the idea of them he made up

with kyo he was inspired by his strong moral code, his ability to ease the hearts of all he protects, his big brother energy, his gentleness, his strength, he wanted to become the ideal of kyojuro, with tanjurou, the fact he died and left the responsibility of the eldest son to tanjirou is what influenced tanjirou to try to fill his shoes, to become him so his family would have never felt the big hole tanjurou left behind

him being transmasc only emphasizes that his design choices were deliberate, one could even say he chose the name “tanjirou” to be so similar to his father’s bc he understood that he would have to replace him at some point, seriously, nothing of his identity was truly his own and he was never given the chance to explore other options bc he was put in the role as caretaker at such a young age

would i say this is sad? i dont actually know bc tanjirou without his complex idea of identity wouldnt be the same tanjirou we all know and worry over

@mayoiayasep

#apologies for the less formal way this was put together #this has been in my drafts since the beginning of time and i want it out asap #maybe ill clean it up later or not #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kny plot rewrite #kny meta

[v-arbellanaris]

someone stop mw from naming my amell nemesis because amey @also-a-low-quality-child is NOT

#im on cold meds and im so drowsy i just misread 'tears' as 't/erfs' and got so confused abt t/erfs in da 2 #i should maybe not be making decisions but it would be so good #amell choosing a name for herself. amell a circle mage naming herself nemesis #amell a mage naming herself nemesis IN THE CIRCLE that makes it so stupid for her to transition #and calling herself justice. and vengeance. and daring every templar there to NAME HER NEMESIS. #there's somethign about it that appeals to my lizard brain #the other option ive got is evadne. good/holy..hwich is also getting me FUCKED UP #with all the chantry self hating bullshit #day after day of MAGIC EXISTS TO SERVE MAN #and all the bullshit about CHAMPIONS OF THE JUST #so she calls herself evadne. good. holy. everything the circle tells her she's not #what's important here is that whatever name she chooses is deliberate. every name she chooses for herself is a declaration #every name she chooses for herself is a refusal to be less #OK AMELL FEELS I GUESS #vee rewrites da #evadne amell #ill change her tag later once ive renamed her but does. ANYONE have any thoughts

[decapodparty]

dean takes cas thrifting all the time even though he doesn't care less about it. cas could spend hours in every shop looking through the knickknacks and finding a story to go with each one. the entire time dean follows him around and watches fondly as cas shows him items and explains their stories- dean, this bowl belonged to a miss figg and was used to hold yarn scraps for her crocheting. this toy was the only thing that allowed a younger andrew kingston to sleep. he's barely even paying attention to the items, he's watching how carefully cas handles each item despite his excitement, the way his lips curve into a barely-there smile. what I'm saying is that dean is whipped, completely and totally

#poorly worded but i need to set this somewhere before i forget #maybe ill rewrite it later #spn #originals

[cherryhanji]

i don't feel satisified with my hannie angst omfg😩😩😩 i feel like i want to completely rewrite it agEN😃😃

#a big sorry for those (if there are any) ppl who waited for it goooosh #it may take a while to rewrite it again but istg i'll be back with it better than the first one #maybe i'll just post the lee know drabble or just another rewritten fic from my masterlist 2020 #wdyt?? #anyways there is a new plot circling on my mind and its a completely different genre from what i usually write #and it somewhat close to kflixnet's new biweekly theme aaaaaaaaaa #but i dont think it will be done before the due date??? #idk i guess ill think about that later aaaaa #alexa's shit n such

[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, no smut yet, more of matt in the next part, hopefully a long series !

author notes - heyyyyy so this is my first series i guess, i hope you guys like this and i promise not to take too long with the next part. love all u babes and j hope u have a nice new years if you celebrate it!

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a notification appears on my laptop, new grade from Ms.Garcia. shrugs and groans rung throughout the lecture hall, clicking on the notification a website pops up onto my desktop.

*97%,A+ good job y/n keep up the good work*

what were people so upset about, i thought to myself. my shoulder gets tapped by the person beside me.

“oh my god this old woman just hates me,” madi cries from beside me. i peak over at madi’s screen seeing a whopping 54%. i dont understand how that happens to a girl like madi, she was so smart and didn’t deserve that grade. i knew she didnt deserve that, i read her essay myself !

my hand lands on hers, “ okay that’s actually insane for you to be getting a 54, your essay was so good?!?”

everyone's head shoots up to the women below the many rows of seats, “so as you see at your grades only ms y/n got a good grade. i'm willing to let everyone else rewrite their exam and hand it in by next week if you do not like your grade.” the decrepit woman just packs her bag after saying that and begins to leave the room. everyone replicated her and began to pack up their belongings, including me.

madi and i leave the large space and stand in the hall just outside. “oh fuck, i promised nick id meet him after our class, ill see you later babes.” she ghosts a kiss on my cheek as i do the same to her greeting her goodbye. i grab my phone to check the time but to mostly look busy before i head somewhere else.

large footsteps creep up behind me and i hear my name being called. “y/n? thats your name right?” a man around 5’8 is standing in front of me. a little startled i take a second to reply.

“uhm yes that's me” i say replying to him. i notice his outfit, simple black cargos with a baggy sweater over it saying RANSOM with angel wings projecting off of the word.

“s-so i was wondering if you were willing to help me with the essay, you know, maybe study the material more?” he says while slightly looking down and looking very nervous.

“oh yea! of course i’ll bring over my notes and materials that i got from Ms.Garcia. does friday work for you? i have work tomorrow so i’ll be busy after class…” i cringe at my own sentence.

i knew who matt was, he was quite the popular guy and a social media influencer who made a lot of money. he didn’t have to exactly work a normal job like i did. although i don’t blame him, i’ve watched some of their videos and if i’m being honest they are pretty funny. i’ve slowly started to keep up with them ever since i was introduced to them by madi at an influencer party where she and the triplets got invited.

“mhm friday works, you can swing by my house, my brothers won’t be home that night. thanks for this by the way.” he says with his face softening, he definitely seemed more relaxed after i said yes.

“okay then! it’s a date- oh well not really a date, but i mean date as in like… oh you get it.” i trip over my words and finally take in his features. he has a beautiful jawline and scruffy that would feel so good on my-

he chuckles at my mishap “yeah it’s a date just lemme give you my number i’ll text you the address soon.” i present my phone to him as he begins to type out his phone number into his phone, naming his self matt s with a panda emoji next to it.

he’s still typing a little after he names himself, thinking nothing of it i just let him place my phone back into my hand at him as i wave to him bidding him goodbye.

i let my shoulders relax after i see him turn a corner and is out of my line of sight. god why am i so bad at talking to guys, that was straight embarrassing, i thought to myself.

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thursday afternoon

madi and i met for coffee after our classes were finished, we caught up ate some small pastries and drank coffee, the usual. but once i told her about what happened yesterday….

“YOU WHAT??” madi says, nearly snorting out her coffee from her nose.

“i agreed to help tutor matt so he can pass this class” i repeat to her seeing zero problem with this.

“so you wanna tutor him, at his house, without his brothers home, at night.” madi tells me in a “matter of fact” tone

“well if you say it like that it sounds like i’m dancing with the devil over here.” i say sarcastically still not seeing the problem.

“you. matt. alone. even after what happened at the party?” madi retorts bringing up the party again.

“okay i still have no fucking clue what you mean by matt was eyefucking me at that party, i was enjoying myself and he was more or less just observing everyone at the party.” god just hearing myself make me realize what is happening.

“you know, just good luck and please don’t be so naive, i don’t want you to get hurt.” madi says in such a sincere tone.

“i’m glad you are at least okay with the whole idea of it, but i gotta go, i have a shift in an hour.” i tell her collecting my things, she stands up and ghosts a kiss on my cheak.

“kk love ya girl, i’ll see you tomorrow.” madi says waving me off before i become late for my shift.

let’s just hope she has at least a little bit of faith in me.

authors note - YAYAYAYAYAY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS !!!

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #syn speaks #Spotify

[chaos-grimlin]

Maybe a stu macher x reader where stu likes the reader but he has to pretend he doesn't because he's with Tatum and every time a guy get close he gets really protective. Soon the reader is assigned a project with a guy and stu convinces billy to do the call/kill thing. The reader defends herself and gets away but is really banged up but the guy wasn't as lucky. The next day at school stu protect her from the press and they start to get closer. Sorry if this is long😬.

Alrighty! Thanks for the request! And dont worry if its long! I dont mind i got nothing else to do! I just love getting requests!!hope it's what you want!if not ill rewrite it

Fuck her i want you~ (Stu macher x fem reader)

(All in 3rd person and is a fem reader like the other request by this person said!)

Stu didn't know if his feelings for her were true or not. At first he thought they were just the shock of having a new person in their friend group after all these years, but, after a few months, Stu realized it wasnt shock... It was love.

Stu was shocked by his own feelings towards Y/n. Stu hasn't felt love in forever, he thought that the feeling of love died when he helped Billy kill Sidneys mother then found out that, if she got in the way, he'd have to kill Tatum too..

So..Stu fell out of love with Tatum, "why love someone youll end up killing?" Stu had always said to himself. And after a bit, he no longer felt the feeling of love, till Y/n came along.

He loved every bit of her. From top to bottom and even her personality. Stu loved it all.

Yet... Stu couldn't be with Y/n...because he had to stay with Tatum in order for Billy's plans to murder Sidney would go right. So all the desperately in love boy could do was watch as his feelings for you grew to the point that suffocated him.

Stu would watch Y/n from afar, watching her every step..stalking her.

Y/n was never aware of this, she'd always feel eyes watching her, but she never knew it was her bestfriend. Y/n would never expect Stu to stalk her..but..she did find one thing odd about him..

Stu always showed up as if on purpose when some guy or girl got too close, too flirty, or too touchy with her.

Y/n thought Stu was just being a good friend, protecting her from creeps, when in reality, Stu was becoming obsessed with her and didn't want anyone to take her from him..it got to the point Stu would spit out threats to Randy or Billy if they got too close or too touchy...Stu would do anything to keep her from being taken..

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"So, tonight at 6?" A brown haired boy asked Y/n as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile as she clutched her books tightly agaisnt her chest. "Yes! 6. Ill have everything set out and ready by then" Y/n said. "Alrighty then, see ya later" the boy said with a wave before turning on his heels and walking off.

Little did they know that Stu keep a sharp eye on them both, listening to every word that was spoken.

Stu watched at the boy walked off, fist pumping the air as he did.

Stu felt anger boil inside of him. "Why was HE going to HER house?!" Stu asked himself as he bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fist tightly. That lowlife couldn't take her from him!

Stu's breathing became unsteady as he watched the boy walk up to his friends and start laughing and talking.

"Stu! You okay?" A gruff voice called out.

Stu cranned his neck and looked behind him, only to see his partner in crime, Billy Loomis.

"No im not fine" Stu said through gritted teeth and he fixated his eyes back onto the boy.

"Well what the hell is wrong?" Billy asked with a sigh. "That boy..the one with the Letterman jacket and brown shoulder length hair.. Hes going over to Y/n's tonight" Stu hissed out. "Okay...and?" Billy asked, not seeing why his friend was so pissed off.

"What of he tries something? What if he hurts her Billy?" Stu answered Billy's question with more questions. "Stu... They just have a proje-" "i dont care he shouldnt be going to her house!" Stu said, Cutting Billy off then turning around to face him. "You cant kill everyone who goes around her" Billy argued "it would give us away" he added. Stu rolled his eyes like a toddler. Billy knew that if Stu killed every girl or guy that got close to Y/n it would give them both away and neither of them wanted to end up in jail just yet.

"Just this once?" Stu pleaded. Billy let a long sigh escape his lips as he pinched the bridge of nose. "Fine..."

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Y/n swayed to the music that played through out her house as she got ready to start of her project. She laid out paper, glue, scissors, tape, snacks, and more.

Y/n hummed along to the music as she sat down a bowl of chips. And right at that moment her phone rung.

Y/ns eyes snapped over to the phone before she skipped over to the phone, took it off the hook and pressed it to her ear. "Hellllo?" Y/n said as she popped a chip onto her mouth.

"Well hello there" a deep distorted voice said from the other side of the line. "Heh, who is this?" Y/n said as she twirled the phone cord around her pointer finger. "Who is this?" The man said, asking the same question.

"Well..this is Y/n L/n, you may be looking for my parents... Mr and Mrs L/n" Y/n said, trailing off slightly. "Oh no no your who I was looking for" the man called out. "Oh..well...who is this?" Y/n asked again, tapping her foot onto the ground. "Oh well dont worry about that... All you need to know is that i know you and you know me." the voice purred out.

At that time there was a knock on the door. "Oh i gotta go! Bye bye" Y/n said quickly as she hung the phone back onto the hook, letting the call disconnect.

Y/n rushed over to the front door and fumbled as she opened it.

"Hey!" Y/n said as her e/c eyes locked onto a pair of green ones.

"Hey " the boy said.

Y/n moved out of the way and let the boy walk in, not knowing that she was being watched.

Stu and Billy sat behind a bundle of bushes. Stu lowered the voice changer and gripped the burner phone tightly in his hand, so tightly it could have cracked the screen. "Calm down dont get your panties in a wad, he'll be dead soon" Billy huffed out as he pulled the white father death mask over his face.

"He needs to be dead soon.." Stu said.

Billy signed. He had never seen his side of Stu.. The side that wanted people that were not involved dead...

"Go.. Ill call her again" Stu said as he held the voice changer close to his lips and the phone to his ear.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Y/n asked as she fixed her shorts. "Hm.. I was thinking we could do everything on a timelinish scale, but...spice it up ya know?" The boy said as he took his Letterman jacket off and laid it on the floor beside him.

"Nice jacket" Y/n said as he eyes trailed over the jacket. "Oh..uh..thanks" the boy choked out. "Were did you get it?" She asked. "I played football here last year so i got it." The boy said with a shrug. "Ah cool! Also what was your name again?" Y/n asked, going off topic. "Oliver"

(No not a character from scream i made Oliver up)

Y/n nodded, and once she did, the phone rang again.

A sight escaped her lips as she forced a smile. "Ill be back" she said before standing up and walking to the phone and picking it up. "Hello" she said.

"Hello again pretty lady" the same distorted voice said through the phone. "Okay, who the hell is this?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. "Oh no one but a secret admirer of yours." The voice cooed. Y/n was at a loss for words. He struggled to regain her voice. "Hey, stop calling me okay? Im busy" "DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME"

At that, Y/n froze. "Yeah.. Now you listen.."

Y/n stayed quiet.

"I know you wanna go back and have...fun...with that boy you carelessly let in...but! You are mine! If anyone tries to take you from me i swear their organs will be spread all over town.. You hear me?!"

Out of panic, Y/n slammed that phone down onto the hook. "Help me lock the doors and windows!" Y/n choked out as she rushed to the side window and shut the latch. "What? Why?" Oliver questioned. "HELP ME LOCK THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DAME IT!" Y/n screeched out as she looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded as he rushed off and locked the front door.

Y/n looked back at the window, only for her blood to run cold as she was met with the dark black eyes of the father death mask.

A scream escaped her throat as the masked person punched the glass, breaking it.

Y/n stumbled back as the person pulled theirself through the broken window.

"RUN!" Y/n screamed as she started running.

Y/n rushed to the front door as Oliver looked back and saw the person.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he fumbled with the lock. "Fuck fuck fuck" the boy muttered as he soon opened the door.

Y/n grabbed ahold of his hand as they both ran. Y/n stole a glance back only to see the person running at full speed at her at Oliver.

Y/n forced her legs to run faster but, in the end, like every tragic story..

Her feet caught onto each other and she fell, bringing Oliver down with her.

Y/ns head hit the concrete road, scraping at her exposed skin.

Oliver stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Um..they are catching up to us..GET THE FUCK UPP" Oliver screamed as he pulled Y/n up by her arm and practically dragged her up.

Y/ns head was spinning as she ran.

She head bellowing footsteps right behind her, and what followed was pain rushing through her back.

A blood curdling scream left her throat as the knife the person had sliced down her back.

Y/n felt the blood trickle down her body as the person grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from Oliver and carelessly threw her to the floor.

Y/n's head bounced off the road as she was thrown.

Her head was throbbing and her vision was fading in and out, and before long, she lost conciousness, the last the she flet before she passed out was blood peppering her skin....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to maybe 2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n slowly walking up to Woodsboro high, her brain still foggy since she had just left the hospital.

Her conscious was overloaded with guilt as she saw countless news reporters lining around the school, doing reports on the brutal murder of Oliver..

Y/n flet tears flood into her eyes as she hung her head low.

"Y/n!" A voice called out.

Y/n peered up and saw Stu rushing up to her, a concerned look dawning his face.

Stu had told Billy not to hurt her,but, he sliced her back.

Y/n was quick to rush up to Stu and engulf him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as tears pooled from her eyes.

Stu froze for a second before he quickly hugged Y/n back, pulling her closer to him.

This is what Stu wanted..

Stu yearned for her touch..he longed to feel you near him..and now he got what he wanted.

"Y/n!!" A pitchy voice rang out.

Y/n pulled away from Stu as she saw a flood of news reporters start to swarm her.

"Is it true Oliver woods was murdered in front of you?" "Was there a reason the killer spared you?" "Is what what you told police true?!"

Y/n felt her brain overload as she watched at the cameras that were on her and all the microphones that were shoved into her face.

"Leave her alone!" Stu hissed out as he pulled Y/n to his side and started to force himself and her through the crowd of news reporters.

Y/n gripped onto stu like a child as they walked.

Y/n toned out all their questions. And soon, she no longer was surrounded by reporters.

Y/n looked up at Stu with tear filled eyes as he looked down at her.

"Hey don't cry.. They arent going to bother you.. Im here to help you " he said softly as he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away her stray tears.

Y/n felt..calm... Around Stu..

Like all her worry and guilt dripped off her bones when Stu came around.

"Thanks" she whispered...

And at that... Y/n hardly ever left his side..

they became clsoer and closer and Stu fell more in love..

And he knew for a fact that he would have her after Billy kills Tatum...

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #stu macher x fem reader #y/n #scream 1 #billy loomis

[superlinguo]

Research Data Management. Or, How I made multiple backups and still almost lost my honours thesis.

This is a story I used to tell while teaching fieldworkers and other researchers about how to manage their data. It’s a moderately improbable story, but it happened to me and others have benefited from my misadventures. I haven't had reason to tell it much lately, and I thought it might be useful to put into writing. This is a story from before cloud storage was common - back when you could, and often would, run out of online email storage space. Content note: this story includes some unpleasant things that happened to me, including multiple stories of theft (cf. moderately improbable). Also, because it's stressful for most of the story, I want to reassure you that it does have a happy conclusion. It explains a lot of my enthusiasm for good research data management. In Australia, 'honours' is an optional fourth year for a three year degree. It's a chance to do some more advanced coursework and try your hand at research, with a small thesis project. Of course, it doesn't feel small when it's the first time you've done a project that takes a whole year and is five times bigger than anything you’ve ever written. I've written briefly about my honours story (here, and here in a longer post about my late honours supervisor Barb Kelly) . While I did finish my project, it all ended a bit weirdly when my supervisor Barb got ill and left during the analysis/writing crunch. The year after finishing honours I got an office job. I hoped to maybe do something more with my honours work, but I wasn't sure what, and figured I would wait until Barb was better. During that year, my sharehouse flat was broken into and the thief walked out with the laptop I'd used to do my honours project. The computer had all my university files on it, including my data and the Word version of my thesis. I lost interview video files, transcriptions, drafts, notes and everything except the PDF version I had uploaded to the University's online portal. Uploading was optional at the time, if I didn't do that I probably would have just been left with a single printed copy. I also lost all my jewellery and my brother’s base guitar, but I was most sad about the data (sorry bro). Thankfully, I made a backup of my data and files on a USB drive that I kept in my handbag. This was back when a 4GB thumb drive was an investment. That Friday, feeling sorry for myself after losing so many things I couldn't replace, I decided to go dancing to cheer myself up. While out with a group of friends, my bag was stolen. It was the first time I had a nice handbag, and I still miss it. Thankfully, I knew to make more than one back up. I had an older USB that I'd tucked down the back of the books on my shelf (a vintage 256MB drive my dad kindly got for me in undergrad after a very bad week when I lost an essay to a corrupted floppy disk). When I went to retrieve the files, the drive was (also) corrupted. This happens with hard drives sometimes. My three different copies in three different locations were now lost to me.

Thankfully, my computer had a CD/DVD burner. This was a very cool feature in the mid-tens, and I used to make a lot of mixed CDs for my friends. During my honours project I had burned backed up files on some discs and left them at my parents house. It was this third backup, kept off site, which became the only copy of my project. I very quickly made more copies. When Barb was back at work, and I rejoined her as a PhD student, it meant we could return to the data and all my notes. The thesis went through a complete rewrite and many years later was published as a journal article (Gawne & Kelly 2014). It would have probably never happened if I didn’t have those project files. I continued with the same cautious approach to my research data ever since, including sending home SD cards while on field trips, making use of online storage, and archiving data with institutional repositories while a project is ongoing.

I’m glad that I made enough copies that I learnt a good lesson from a terrible series of events. Hopefully this will prompt you, too, to think about how many copies you have, where they’re located, and what would happen if you lost access to your online storage.

#language #linguistics #data management #archiving

[soupermarket]

AAAAAHHH!!! Mer au be upon ye

Been working on designs for my fanfic (that I'll probably be rewriting I don't like how I characterized them).... fish archie.

He's based on a Demanson's Cichlid :3 which are. really difficult to draw for some reason

More under the cut!!! Fish rambling and lore stuff. Plus fish maxie that I am currently too lazy to color or otherwise finish

Man I love mer aus. Uhm. FISH BEAM BLAST AUGHHH!!!

Archie is currently 37 years old in this au (unless I change it. LOL)

Him, along with Matt and Shelly (and maybe other members of team aqua in the rewrite. idk), live in the wreckage of a ship fairly deep underwater, choosing to stay as far away from humans as possible. In contrast to this, Maxie and his group take more inspiration from humans in their little settlement thingy, choosing to take scraps of metal and other things to build their home.

Most merfolk live in groups called pods, in the rework of the fanfic I'll elaborate more on this but. I'm lazy right now. Sorry.

Anyways Archie is generally more like??? adventurous and stuff, and him and the other members of his pod are like. really tight-knit. They're also generally more muscular than the members of Maxie's group, choosing to hunt fish & other prey using their own strength and speed, whereas the magmas use traps and stuff.

Also. Maxie has a collection of little human trinkets and stuff. Most of the space in his den/house thing is just like. trinkets. He also has a very unfriendly relationship with dolphins. I admittedly haven't done much with it in the original since it's... y'know... one chapter at the moment... but ill do more in the rewrite i prommy.

ANYWAYS!!!! Fish beam blast MAXIE

He's a common mudskipper. I love common mudskippers and just mudskippers in general really. Top tier fish.

He doesn't have glasses because. reasons involving the fact that he lives in the ocean.

However. I plan on giving him glasses eventually, he'll probably find a pair and think "Oh joy!! A new human invention I have not yet seen! Joyous day!!" and he decides to constantly wear them even though they make his vision like, ten times Worse.

Goodbye for now. I will inevitably post more Fish later. like when i finish the maxie design. LOL!!

(If you would like to read the fanfic even though it's like. ugly at the moment. It's "Sunlight on the Ocean's Like the Scars on Your Skin" on a03. Enjoy.)

#my art #oras maxie #oras archie #merpeople #mer au #Hardenshipping mer au #hardenshipping #pokemon oras #oras #pokemon #pokemon fanart #Soup's oras Mer Au #aqua leader archie #magma leader maxie #team aqua #team magma

[clockwayswrites]

you keep saying you struggle just writing consistently on one of your w.i.p.s, so I was wondering, how many w.i.p.s do you actually have?

I like to be able to jump around! I do that often in a single wip. If I have an idea, I'll jump to that and write it, even if it's many scenes/chapters later. Some days or sessions that means jumping to a different wip.

Part of that is because some days it's just easier or smoother writing romance or banter or action or angst or etc. And why not make my life easier?

Another part of that is because, well, I'm always ill, you know? I've been ill every day for twenty years now. And it gets to be so damn draining (and I've had a worse time of it this year than most). So I try to let myself do what I want in my hobbies.

And then the last part is I like to let writing... ferment(?). It's nice to get to a point and be able to set a piece down and turn it around in the back of your brain until you're sure it's right or know the best next thing or look at it with fresh eyes. Rewrites make my work better and I like to give it that time. But, uh, for an actual list:

Active wips: (aka my primary focuses)

Like Betta Fish Do (long fic, 3-4 chapters left) A Broken Sort of Normal (1 chapter left) City Pigeons Bleed Green (Trauma Tuesday Fic) Series: One Stop Soup Shop (AH SEQUELS I suck at them)

Back burner wips: (aka the things I poke at and deff want to write)

The fic that I'm not writing (main fic I keep on the side) Not Exactly Cinderella (ugh, needs the hook up and an ending) Neon Adjuration (keeps chewing on my brain) Bury the Years (long fic doom) Both Ways at Once (also long fic doom) Catching Cold (need to outline this sucker to keep at it) Salt in the Bones Series (waiting on Moku (no pressure)) Specter of Starlight (pacing thoughts and plans stalled out) Black Smoke Custody (ngl... this maybe should move to hopeful)

Hopeful thoughts: (NOT wips- no real writing yet, but maybe someday)

Tired Dads with issues (Bruce/Dadentine) Gotham Knights talon Park Cosmas the Clone Finding Danny (one of my OG ideas for this fandom) The Bruises Death Leaves (hate this title now) Something Danny/Dick (a few options here)

So lucky 13?

#askme answeryou #reinaluna #well this is mildly depressing LOL #writing process

[red-elric]

SO HERES THE THING ABOUT DIRK

whatever else you can say about him, he cares so so so much about his friends. he rewrites an entire book for jane and builds her a robotic rabbit designed to help and protect her. he loves roxy so so much and yeah, maybe sometimes hes a little freaked out by her flirting at the beginning but its so clear that he loves her anyway. he's obsessed with jake, kind of in an unhealthy way, but he KNOWS that and he tries so so hard to be who jake wants him to be, to make jake even a tenth as happy as jake makes him. he literally cuts off his own head to save their lives. and god. dave. DAVE. he meets dave near the end of the session, and he finds out that an alternate universe version of him was an abusive shit to dave, and he apologizes. and you can tell he blames himself but he does such a good job trying not to make it about him. and he cheers dave up with stories about HIS alternate universe self and he gives the guy a hug and lets dave chop off his head later to save them all, no questions asked. this fucking guy. THIS FUCKING GUY. so sweet and so considerate and literally always thinking of the people he loves. the fuckin hallmark of 'maybe his alt self was evil, but he himself is so so good and is proof that people arent fundamentally good or bad, but a product of their environments.' youre telling me that THIS dirk strider. what. decided it was a good idea to amalgamate all potential versions of himself--including the super abusive piece of shit versions--into one 'ultimate being,' and became the bad guy for the epilogues and homestuck^2?????? I think the FUCK not!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I stopped reading hs2 a while ago admittedly, so I dont have MUCH of a leg in the game, but man. thats not my dirk. if theres not something else going on there, ill eat my cool bro hat.

#it me #dirk strider #homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck^2 #ultimate dirk #sorry for the homestuck meta ik none of yall read it mdhshhdhsjsh #but like....... dirk!!!!!!

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 2

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter two

The rest of the day went seemingly well, though sometimes Toby would catch that one kid just staring at him. He knew he was different but damn. Cameron couldn't take his eyes off of Toby. "Take a picture, it'll la-last forever.." Toby finally muttered, just loud enough for the other to hear as he made his way down the hall. Toby wasn't trying to cause a scene, he was just kinda annoyed from being stared at. Cameron didn't exactly have any friends it seemed, he was just rude to everyone. Toby wasn't special.

Toby Made it out of the school building, but what he saw wasn't what he exactly expected. Where was his mom? Was she not here to pick him up? All he saw were buses, he never thought he'd have to ride one. He'd honestly rather walk home. Toby turned and went around the buses, none of the staff saw him slip from the rushing hoard of students trying to get home. Toby picked up his pace and started to jog down the main highway, watching the cars zoom by.

He stayed on the side of the road just shy of a ditch, it was bound to happen. Toby fell into the ditch by accident, by his leg giving up on him. He groaned, annoyed by how horrible his luck had been lately. "Maybe I'm just cursed.." He muttered to himself as he lifted himself up. Leaves and twigs coated his hair.

Just then two kids zoomed by on their bikes, noticing him and stopping quickly. "Oh shoot! Do you need any help?" One said, getting off of their bike and holding their hand out in a helping gesture.

Toby glanced up, one eye slightly squinty. He hadn't seen these kids before, even in his class. He of course reached for their hand, only for them to pull it away the second he was about to grab it, resulting in him falling back down, sliding further into the ditch.

The kids bursted into laughter. "Yeah, you thought, ticci," They called loudly and took back off on their bikes.

Toby glared dimly as they biked out of sight. He should've known he couldn't trust these kids, they were below him, and they knew it. Toby clawed himself out of the ditch with all of his upper strength, draining him almost completely. Wiping mud and dirt from the knees of his pants, he pulled his bag back up and continued to walk home, looking mangy and muddy now.

Toby trotted up onto the porch, seeing the blonde man standing there. The guy usually always stood on the porch, knowing Toby was coming home, an hour later than when school originally ended.

Toby went to push past the man, but was stopped, his face being grabbed to look up at the man whose breath reeked of the wretched smell of alcohol. Toby grimaced, the man's cold rough hands squeezing his face. "I fell." Toby mumbled out, glaring up at him. The guy hasn't shaved in months..he really did just stink, in general.

The guy hummed, finally letting go of him. Toby's face was a little scratched from face planting into the ditch, and it had some dirt still blanketing his left cheek.

Toby opened the door and went in slowly, dropping his bag. His mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner, turning around to see her son when he finally came home. "Tobias! Where were you? I was worried sick."

"If worried sick means not p-p-picking me up then I must've been lied to."  Toby crossed his arms, sniffling a little.

"I would've picked you up but your dad had the car all day, he said you'd be fine if you walked home and didn't let me…get a word in." She spoke, eyeing Toby. "It seems he was right, but you look rough, please go clean up for dinner." She held his shoulder, him pulling away with a subtle nod. He just hoped every day of school wouldn't be like this.

Toby went on to take a quick shower, getting all of the sticks and leaves out of his already messy hair. It was very thick, so it was hard to get them all out. By the time he left the bathroom, he was met by Lyra, who immediately pulled her brother into a hug. "Did mom not pick you up? I'm so sorry I should've been there, I had to work so late, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Toby put his hand over her mouth in an attempt to get her to be more quiet. "no shouting remember?.." He started, earning a small nod from his sister. "It's okay, i-im not mad..actually I now own a collection of sticks." he held out his hand to reveal the tiny twigs.

Lyra smiled weakly and nodded in approval. "hehe..it's a very nice collection…You better hide it though.."

Toby sighed slightly and closed his hand back, hiding the many twigs. "I'm going to go to my room first, th-then I'll be downstairs." Toby admitted before disappearing into his dark room.

He flicked on the light and rushed over to his desk, flipping through the pages of his notebook, finding one page where he had doodled a lanky stick figure. Toby laid the twigs and leaves he pricked from his hair onto the page. It looked like some kind of ritualistic aspect without context. Context that's not going to be explained.

"This…Is a good place, hopefully he'll like it."

•••••••

#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby creepypasta #ticcitobyrewrite #rewrite #creepypastarewrite #fanfiction

[bonefall]

I mentioned this on a previous post but it would be great if you could post lists of how various leaders lost all of their lives in the rewrite to keep track of the lives. I do think it's odd how in canon leaders not named Mistystar don't really live longer than their non-leader counterparts without an explanation that they are considered Ok to kill in battle by the code and/or it being fairly common for certain deaths to take multiple lives. I would love if your rewrite justified some of the earlier deaths like Firestar, Brokenstar, Bluestar to some extent without relying on contrived coincidences of them just getting absurdly unlucky with dying while other cats are likely to avoid death. (Maybe with Firestar in particular he lost multiple lives in the fox trap? And Hawkfrost is keeping track when he oks the DF plan to kill him). So I'd love to see just a list of who lost what lives where.

Honestly, I don't want to make a hard list because I don't want to be beholden to it while I'm still rewriting stuff. All that's required of the plot at certain moments is, "Leader has X amount of lives left" unless they've been an important POV in previous arcs

Plus it would be a lot of effort and planning to make a list of 9 deaths for the nearly 10 leaders who have been on-screen through the arcs, only for me to end up ignoring the 90+ situations I made because something else works better.

Firestar though I am tracking mentally, he is very important here

Killed by Scourge, chest slashed open, gives him 'mayoral sash' scar

Hit by car while saving Sorrelpaw, took the brunt of the impact so that she only got road rash and a broken leg

Damage to body from killing well over 100 rats while possessed by Brokenstar in FQ

Battle for Sunningrocks caused by Leopardstar in TNP

Falling debris caused by bulldozers, either a tree or a den collapse, helping evacuate a camp

Greencough outbreak, the same one that kills Molepaw

Fox trap

Onestar challenging him to a fight to the death during the Battle of the False Eclipse in a display of chest-puffing machismo

Breezepelt, Thornclaw, and Whiskernose's assassination

Blackstar's I'll make when I get around to planning the revamp of his novella, he will be important later

Generally though, a leader WILL burn through their lives fast because that is why StarClan gives them! They aren't supposed to (canon bramblestar) lay around doing nothing with them. A Clan's Star must be at EVERY major battle, helping with every sickness outbreak, throwing themselves into danger without a second thought.

Contrast this to Stonetellers! They have a fantastic new equivalent Leader Power, complete immunity to illness and direct communication with ancestral spirits, but this is perfect for their culture where battles are frowned on. Stonetellers are not supposed to be throwing themselves into chasms, hunting sheep, or involved in political affairs beyond sharing their advice.

The life system was born out of the bloody warfare of the First Battle, and exists to encourage Leaders to be their Clan's strongest, most understanding warrior, unafraid to involve themself in the daily dangers in the lives of their cats.

#better bones au #If a Clanmate dies when you could have saved them you have shamed the lives StarClan gave you