#nobody looks this good ever. this whole fucking family is fine as hell

[stilesofnorth]

REASONS TO LOVE THE GLORY PART 2

WE HAVE A perfect anti-heroine. She doesn't pull random crap from any direction and have a new motive every time she loses a loved one. (yeah, she doesn't wait for someone to die to get her shit together either)

She isn't trying to save the world, she is just trying to move on and yet she manages to save more people than what most leads can.

She doesn't half ass shit, she took 20 years to fully fund her plan, get an education and fucking get them all.

She is actually a good person, nobody on this drama as a character has to vouch for that or explicitly say how charming she is. SHE JUST godamn gives her biggest bully time to surrender and go to police herself so she wouldn't have to take revenge and her family wouldn't be suffering.

She is self aware, revenge isn't the best way to do it so she plans to off herself but the people around her know she don't deserve it. There is no scene in the drama where Dongeun's revenge is glorified to a point it seems its okay for antiheros to do fucked up shit with some cool instrumental playing in the bg(scene where MDE calls JJ to get the pervert straight in line, she accepts it is crappy since yesol and HDY had to sort of see that)

She gives people what they deserve, and she finds happiness(she shouldn't have to earn it but she does)

SHE isn't perfect but she does try to have sympathy for people who have been by her side and looks out for them.(reasonable, no love at first sight nonsense, all the people she helped have proved their worth around her.)

She isn't getting justice for the whole world just the ones who have been through the same shit as her and logically tries to make a coherent plan do it all.

DID I say she don't have any supernatural strengths like she breaks down, has ptsd and requires support from YJ's character.

She doesn't wear cool suits and ramps around everywhere to deliver retribution but she kinda plays people like guitar strings and have them kill eo(thanks to her years of stalking skills)

Chemistry between two characters in this drama isn't bait for you to watch this drama. The drama itself is the bait, SHK is fine as hell. As much as I love a romance, this one is just fine as it is.(LDH and SHK are a cute duo, not everything needs to be angsty. Some things are nice when two nice people are together and in love. I'll die on this hill.)

I am voicing my concern for people who don't find LDH and SHK's chemistry palpable. SHK and Jung Sungil look good but ldh and shk flow better. Given the fact, this show has a character who went through a lot, why would she ever choose the bully's ex over a ray of sunshine?

There is no miracle bird that saves the day so the writing gets all the credit lol.

SIDE NOTE: This might be Song Hye Kyo's best drama but also the the best drama out there. some of y'all should not forget this girl has been on the top for over 20 years for a reason. I'd love to see well written stories written around main characters such as this but there aren't many. Multilayered female characters who are not in romance dramas >>

#song hye kyo #kdramaedit #kdrama icons #kdramadaily #kdrama #kdramaladies #korean drama #the glory #kdramagifs #kdrama screencaps #kdramaworld #jung sung il #lee do hyun

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

*kicks down door* I'm back for part 2!

26. “I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.” 10. “Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.” 12. “If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.” 25. “Why does it have to be her? Why can’t it be me?”

My thoughts/ideas: Lilith returns a while after Adam and Lucifer have started engaging in their weird situationship (mostly just them having sex and Adam having a bit of a bisexual crisis). When Adam tries to ask Lucifer what will happen to their relationship with Lilith back, Luci basically denies that they had a relationship to begin with. Adam gets upset, asks him if it meant nothing, and when he gets just silence in response, he just decides to drop it and walk away. Angel comes to comfort him (Holydust friendship <33) and Adam gets to bitch about Lilith for a bit.

Feel free to adjust any parts of the prompts and ideas as you please, have fun :D

Indigo (back on that angst train as usual)

Adamsapple and Holydust friendship!! Did we just become best friends?! :D

Hope you like it! Spicy ending on my Ao3 account ;)

It has taken Adam a long time to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual and even a little longer to be comfortable with liking men in general. Not only that, but that he may have a preference for men and taking it up the ass. Especially if the man giving it to him was the King of Hell, Lucifer himself.

At first he had panicked, thought that something was wrong with him. But after a lot of soul searching and a few helpful books he swiped from Charlie he eventually came around to not hating the idea. It made having a relationship with Lucifer all that much easier.

Adam felt that their relationship was on an upswing, things were fine right now.

Until she walked in the front doors of the hotel.

Lilith, with her ever beautiful golden hair, violet eyes, red horns, smoking body concealed in a flowing purple gown stood there with all the poise and grace of the queen she once was. Adam thought that Lucifer would have yelled at her for being gone so long, it's been twelve years now.

But no, he went over to her and kissed the back of her hand in greeting, eyes shining and smile wide and ever present.

It made Adam's heart sink down low into a dark place. "Oh look, the Queen of Hell is back. Looks like Lucifer won't be needing his precious little boy toy anymore." Alastor sneered in Adams ear.

He turned a glare to the radio demon, face dark he flipped him off. "Fuck off, Bambi." Adam stomped away.

Lucifer wouldn't just throw away what they had. That bitch had been MIA for years! Adam had been here the whole time! He growled to himself, he really hated her especially after what she did back in Eden, Adam may have been a dick, but he never laid a hand on her. Not like she did to him.

He banished those thoughts, now was not the time.

"Oh, you're here?" He heard Liliths distanful voice call out his way.

"Yeah, I see you are too. What's the matter, heaven not fucking good enough for you anymore?" Adam growled, he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the first woman on the eye.

Lilith's face darkened. "The beach can only be so beautiful for so long. Beside, I jad to come home to MY family. From the whispers that I've heard, you've been playing house with my husband while I've been gone." She smirked at the way her words crawled under Adam's skin like some infectious disease.

Adam scoffed, "Bitch please, at least I didn't abandon the people you oh so claim to fucking love."

"Look here you little prick, you will not speak to me that way. I'm the Queen around here and you are nobody. You always have been." Lilith and Adam shared a glaring match for a while, the room getting thick with tension.

"Ha! Oookay, let's break this up. Charlie! Can you show your mother around? I've got something to do." Lucifer said as he tried to keep the first man and woman away from each other. Charlie gently came over and took her mom by the arm as Lucifer dragged Adam away down the hall. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Me!? Are you serious right now, she was a bigger cunt than I was out there."

"Adam she's my wife."

"Who fucking ditched you to get a tan in heaven. Open your eyes Luci, she doesn't love you." Adam said, then added. "Fuck, what does this even mean for us?"

Lucifer blinked. "Us?"

Adam rolles his eyes. "Yeah, us, our relationship. Now that queen bitch is back, how are you going to tell her about us?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"The fuck do you mean 'nothing to tell'? We've been doing this for a while now." Adam gestured to them with his hands.

Lucifer shook his head with a smile. "Adam, buddy, there is no us. There has never been an us. We've been sleeping together sure, but nothing more than that."

Adam could not even begin to describe the feeling of the amount of hurt those words brought him. "I'll give you two fucking second to take that back." His voice was low, trying to keep the emotion out of it. How the fuck could he say that to him? After all the ups and downs they went through in the last couple of years, the emotional turmoil they put the other through, all the heart ache and working through their problems so that they could finally be together? Nothing!?

"What did you think we were?"

Adam had thought they were boyfriends. Now he wasn't so sure where he stood. He refused to believe he meant nothing. "We, well I thought...." Adam trailed off, he didn't want to say it. His heart thumped painfully in his chest.

He loved him.

Adam felt his eyes water, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Did he fall in love and Lucifer was only getting laid? He felt like a fucking chick. "Please don't tell me that what we have nothing is to you...... That I mean nothing after everything that has fucking happened between us." All he got was silence and a confused and conflicted look on Lucifer's face.

Fuck.

Adam swore he heard his heart crack, the silence between them deafing and all the answer he needed. He never meant anything, had he really been that fucking delusional? Adam felt his lip quiver and he turned away. He wouldn't let this prick see him cry. A tear rolled down his cheek, his chest and throat felt tight. "You need to make a fucking choice, Lucifer. Her or me. If you choose her, I'm not gonna fucking stick around to watch." Adam started to leave down the hall. "If you need me I'll be right here. Like I always have been." Adam briskly took off down the hall, not looking back at Lucifer.

"Adam. Adam!" Lucifer called after him but Adam ignored him. He couldn't deal with this right now.

He didn't even know which way he was going, his vision blurry from the tears that pooled there, the ones not running down his face. Fuck, was he sobbing? Adam felt emense pain and numbness all at once, like his heart had been torn out, placed in a blender and the liquid remains dumped back inside the hollow of his chest.

"Ooof!" Adam bumped into someone, he really didn't want to be around anyone right, he wanted to go to his room and cry his heart out. All he saw was a pink blob through his tear filled eyes, he blinked and Angel became more clear. "Angel?"

"Adam? What the fuck is wrong, what happened? Why are you crying?" Angel asked, he looked Adam over to see if he was hurt.

Adam felt like he couldn't speak, his airway closing off it felt like he might suffocate. "Luc....Lu..." Was all he could get out before he burst into tears. He felt Angel bring him into a hug, his face ended up in his chest fluff as he sobbed, Adam held ths spider demon back in a tight grip.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to my room. Tell me what happened." Angel said as he guided a sobbing Adam to his room. He has never seen the sinner this upset before. Angel thinks this is probably the first time he's seen Adam really cry, full on sobbing and shaking. They've been friends for a while now, so it felt like his duty as the best friend to take care of him. When they got to Angels room, Adam sat down on the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. He screamed into it for a solid minute, until he needed air. Pulling away he gasped for air, Adam stared blankly at the floor, numbness setting in.

He felt Angel sit beside him. "I take it this has to do with Charlie's mom making an appearance."

"Partly."

"What else?"

Adam bit his lip, fuck emotions were hard. "Luc...Lu..." Fuck he couldn't even say his name. "He says that there was never an us." And saying that out loud made Adam's heart snap in two, falling into a dark pit inside of him.

Angels eyes widened. "He said what!? Is he fucking high?" How could Lucifer say that to Adam? A blind man could see how much the devil was in love with him. So why lie?

"That bitch comes back from her little getaway and suddenly I don't fucking matter. Like the last three FUCKING YEARS DIDN'T MATTER." Adam's eyes flashed red, his anger spilling in. Finally an emotion he could handle. "AFTER EVERYTHING I FUCKING DID FOR HIM HE'S JUST GONNA THROW ME AWAY! JUST LIKE BACK IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN, HE CHOSE HER!!" His grip threatened to rip the pillow in half, a wave of sadness hits him again, his eyes go back to their golden color. He felt like a dirty fucking mistress, a place holder, a bed warmer. "W-we've been on dates for fuck sakes!" Adam pulled out his phone, he ignored the texts from Lucifer. For now. He opened his camera roll and the first photo was of him and Lucifer on their last date.

It was about two weeks ago, they went to Lu Lu World for the day. The picture was of them kissing at the top of the farris wheel at night. The carnival lights on the background, Lucifer's right hand was in Adams hair, the other holding his chin as he kissed him. Adam had taken the picture with his right, his left was holding Lucifer's right wrist. They made out for a while up there, like they were fhe only two people in all of Hell. Adam remembered how that kiss made him feel, like they were finally able to be happy with each other.

He showed Angel the picture. "How the fuck can he say that this meant nothing?!" Fuck, he was going to cry again.

Angel took the phone and gazed at the picture. He also remembered that day, him and Husk were on that ride too. "Yeah, you guys look happy here." If Lucifer wasn't the King of Hell or Charlie's dad he would kick his fucking ass, how could he do this to Adam? What a dick. He gave Adam back his phone. "Do you want to talk about it? What's going to happen?"

"I told him to make a chose. Me or her."

"I hope he chooses you, I've been rooting for you guys. Your love story is as tragic as it is beautiful." Angel tried, he didn't want to give Adam false hope but he also didn't want to shit on the guys feelings.

Adam snorted, "Yeah real fucking beautiful." His face drooped, he felt hollow knowing what was going to come soon. "Why does it have to ne her? Why can't it be me? Why can't he ever choose me?"

Angel had never heard Adam sound so defeated. "Well, if he does end up picking her he's making one hell of a mistake. I mean look at you! You're the hottest thing going. No one else in this dumpster fire has eyes like yours, or looks like you do. You're one of a kind." He smiled when he saw Adam's lip twitch in a smile. "Tell you what, when you're ready, I'll doll you up to make you even hotter, we'll go out drinking, find you a honey to rock your world so hard you'll forget the pricks name."

"Thanks Angel." Adam smiled sadly, it did sound like a fun time, but his heart ached at the thought of not being with Lucifer. "But, I don't know when that will be."

Angel brought him into a hug, which Adam returned. "When you're ready big guy. Just let me know." They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. "Not to be a downer, but what will you do after?"

Adam stiffened. "I'll leave."

"Leave?"

"Leave the hotel. Though I'm not too sure where I'll go or if I even actually can leave. The prick still owns my soul."

"You can't fucking leave! Who the hell will I bitch about Val to?" They both gave a small laugh. "What is your beef with Lilith anyway?"

Adam pulled back. "That bitch is the biggest manipulative control freak to ever exist. That fucking book of the story of Hell is a lie! She flipped the script. She nearly fucking choked me to death in that garden." Adam swallowed the unpleasant memory. He could still feel her hands on his neck. "Lucifer saw her and stopped her, but he still chose her." That had cut him deep. The king was never going to chose him would he?

Angel knew that the book of Hell wasn't entirely accurate, but to that extent? Shit. "Fuck that bitch and not on a sexy way. You deserve better."

"I thought I finally had that...."

Angel's phone went off, he groaned when he saw who was calling. "What Val? Yes, yes. I know. Right now? It really can't wait? Fine fine, give me ten." He hung up. "I gotta go, bud. But stay in here as long as you need. Nugs is here, he likes cuddles. I'll be back as soon as I can." Angel ruffled Adam's hair and stood up. Fucking Val, he always has bad timing.

Adam watched as Angel got his things for work and took off. He picked up Nugs and nuzzled the little pig before setting him back down. As nice as it was for Angel to let him stay, he should go back to his own room. He needed to wash the day off of him. With one more pat to the little pig, Adam left for his room that was on the other side of the hotel.

He was just outside his door when he heard his voice. "Adam. Can we talk?"

Adam turned to see Lucifer standing there, he looked upset. "If you've come to tell me you chose that cunt, don't bother. I already knew you would." He turned back to open his door.

"No. I didn't choose her."

Those words stopped Adam in his tracks, halfway in the door. He turned to look at the King. "What?"

Adam was pulled forward, his lips colliding with Lucifer's. He gasped, allowing the devil to sneak his tongue in his mouth and Adam cursed himself for melting. How that one kiss soothed his aching heart and made him weak in the knees, equal parts loving and hating it. He couldn't help the weak moan that escaped him when a hand pulled gently on his hair.

When they pulled apart, he looked into those glowing demonic red and yellow eyes that bore into his golden ones. "I'm sorry." Lucifer started. "I'm sorry for what I said before. You mean the fucking world to me Adam, and I hate that it took me nearly losing you to admit that." He pressed their foreheads together. "What I had with Lilith isn't there anymore. That spark died long ago. What we have, isn't a spark." Lucifer smiled. "It's a flame." He connected their lips again in a softer kiss, it was one like they shared on the farris wheel.

"What about Lilith?"

"What about her? If she wants to be in Charlie's life then that is her business. But regarding our marriage.... That's been over a long time. Besides," Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair. "I've moved on."

"Then why did you say those things?"

"I didn't know how emotionally invested you were and I thought I was making it easier for you to walk away. I can't picture my afterlife without you, Adam."

Adam felt a wobbly smile creep onto his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love you." Lucifer smiled at him, and Adams heart leaped, like every word stitched it back together.

His eyes felt wet, though these tears were not sad. "I love you too, Luci."

"Let me show you, how much I love you.~" Lucifer said, his eyes half lidded and soft.

Adam bit his lip, face warming. "Okay."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #ask

[thepresentmic]

Regarding drummer!Bakugo... I want to my hat into the ring and add that what if Reader was the one who wrote the songs and after the whole break up with Bakugo, she comes out with her band and plays her new song 'Distracted' (by Honey Revenge). I heard this and I was like THIS FITS THE FUCKING VIBE!!

Distracted

(part 1 - still into you)

inspo for this part below

band!au

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

follows directly on from pt. 1 but works as standalone

summary: your new band is making quite the name for yourselves after your introductory show. rumours circle but as the main songwriter, you've always been good with words

contents: part of series (?), light angst, post-break up, band!au, bakugo is bad at feelings, flashes between performing and old memories, no beta

· · ─────── ·☆· ─────── · ·

Excited muttering broke through crowd. nobody had heard anything from you for the last 6 months.

"Didn't she used to be part of dynamite's band?" someone muttered from the crowd. "i heard he dumped." "damn, they were such a good couple." another added. "do you think she's back for good?"

"Hi everyone, we're ____-" your voice cut through the muttering, ringing out over the mic. you commanded attention in that same way you always had for them. "This is our first single, it's called distracted."

The first few beats of the backing track began to play out over the speakers as shoto counted you in with light strums on his guitar.

"Hyper aware of any change in your voice. Yeah I can tell when I've stared to annoy." You sing out as you circle Sho, his tongue sticking out to make you roll your eyes, quelling a little of your nerves.

You walk led around the stage towards Shinso as he kicked in the drum beat. "Being alone is what I try to avoid. I put in effort but it just gets destroyed."

You circled back to the front, moving your body in time with the beat. It was an upbeat song despite the circumstances of why you wrote it. But that was how you dealt with these things.

"You seem so distracted with yourself, with yourself. Say I overreacted but it's hard for me to tell. You're my only distraction in this hell, but it's oh well."

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"Babe, I'm sorry." Katsuki wrapped his arms around your waist as you began to clear off the dinner table, blowing out the candles.

"Kats, it's fine." You shrugged off his arms, scraping the last of your date night dinner into the trash. He looked hurt, following you to try and take the plates and help.

"It was Eijiro, he and I were just working on this new bridge and I lost tr-"

"Honestly, don't even worry about it." You said, resigning yourself to the fact that you

You loved the band too, of course you did. The boys had become like family you, and you loved Katsuki more than anything. But it just- it sucked that you were a second thought.

Ever since the band took off, things were hectic for all of you. But you still tried to make the time for him. For both of you.

"I'll make it up to you." He promised softly, cupping your face in his palms.

Looking up into his earnest eyes, you believed him. He really did look apologetic. You leaned your cheek into the warmth of his callous palmed. "You better."

He smiled, kissing you gently.

"When have I ever broke a promise?"

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"I've gotten used to being the second choice." You sang out, making your way to the front of the stage between Sho and Tetsu.

"Can you hear me or am I background noise?" You grinned and leaned down to Denki as if asking him, smiling a little sadly as he yelled back that he heard you.

"I guess I'm only good for filling the void."

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"Stop trying to blow this up into something it's not." Katsuki yelled right back at you as you stood in the dressing room backstage, furious.

"You didn't even listen to me before you booked this fucking tour. I thought we were going to try and take some time, find time for us again?" You argued, waving around you.

"Look at everything we've been able to do because of the band. Why can't this be enough, just for now? Why can't I be enough?"

"Because this band is my fucking dream." He threw his hands up, exasperated. "I've been working towards this- we - have been working towards this all this time."

"I want that too. But I also don't want to lose us along the way."

───────

You put the mic back into its stand as the song fell back into its final chorus. It was beautiful put together, the boys had done a great job.

While you took a few seconds to bring you back to the present, Shinso took his drum solo, overlayed wtih Sho on the electric guitar.

You scanned the crowd, eyes finding all those all too familiar vermillion ones again.

"Don't mean to be a bother. I'll get out of the way." You held his stare, ignoring the pain in your chest, or the muttering of the people in the crowd.

"You were my one distraction, but I still wish you well."

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #boku no here academia #mha fic #thepresentmic writes #band!au #bakugo #bakugo x yn #shoto todoroki x reader #dynamight #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader

[raynelovesyoongi]

Love me again

He wants me so bad. || Chapter Three

Paring:Xu Minghao x Fem!Reader

Warnings:cussing, slight angst(not rlly), drinking, mentions of menstrual cycle, flirting again (platonically)

Wordcount: 2,239

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"Y/n? Are you okay? Do you need pads? I have some in my car, I can go get them if you need them." You heard Miyeon knocking on the door; how long have you been in there for?

    "Oh no! Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine! it was just a false alarm, haha." You yelled back while pacing around the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and at your outfit.

    "Thank god! I thought I’d be on my period next since we always sync, and I don’t even have pads. I said that so you could feel a bit of comfort. Anyway, I’m getting back to work. Hurry your ass up because we’re busy!" Miyeon laughed, but you completely canceled out her voice, thinking about how Minghao looked. FUCK! He looked so good today, and you were dressed in your lazy hangover fit; you hadn’t even put any make-up on. If you knew your ex-boyfriend was going to randomly show up at the cafe you work at for some reason, you would have gone all out for it. You can’t let him see you looking like a bum after your breakup! You did what you could and fixed your hair. You walked out of the bathroom, and Minghao was now the one ordering. Were you gone for long or not? Was the line really that long that it took him all that time you were in the bathroom to finally reach the register? It seemed that he was done ordering, so he went over to the "pick up" section so he could wait for the stuff he ordered. You went over to see what he had ordered, and you were surprised to see that he ordered an iced caramel macchiato. That was the drink you had introduced him to; he never really liked going to cafes, and if he ever did, it was because you dragged him to one. You respected his boundaries, so you never dragged him to a busy cafe; instead, you’d always drag him to the cafes nobody really knew about—those small family-owned cafes. You were lost in thought before you remembered you had to actually make the coffees. You got to work and started working on Minghao’s order; he also ordered a couple of pastries and an iced white chocolate mocha, which you were guessing was for his friend. Wait, who did he come here with? You looked over to see where he was sitting, and it was Seokmin. You quickly got to work on his drinks and pastries, and when you finished, you called out his name so he could pick it up. He looked up from his phone and looked at you. You don’t know what exactly he was trying to do, but he didn’t come closer to getting his order. You were puzzled, to say the least, but just set his drink down.

    "Dude! Can you not hear? They called your name out hours ago!" Seokmin said it with a pained look on his face. "NOOOOO!!! MY ICE MELTED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Chill out, dumbass. they called my name out only a second ago. Jesus Christ, and your ice didn’t melt. Stop being dramatic. Could we go to a different cafe next time? This one’s packed."

    "But… But what about Y/N? Wasn’t she cool? She’s worth going through all that line just to see her beautiful smile!"

"You talk like you're in love with her. Also, she was a total dick while taking my order. That’s why I don’t want to come here ever again."

    "Really? She’s not the type to be rude to anyone. Are you sure you got the name tags right?" Seokmin paused before looking around and leaning into Minghao’s ear to whisper something. "It could’ve been Miyeon... She’s kind of mean to customers here, but I don’t blame her! These students are so annoying." Minghao knew you weren’t the type to be an asshole; he knew that better than anyone else, but he still continued on with his lie for some reason.

"Let's just go, please." The two of them left, and a certain someone heard their whole conversation. Jihoon was sitting down there the whole time, listening in on what was happening. What the hell was this random dude on about? Who was this guy? And why was he lying on your name if you weren’t even the one who took his order? Jihoon made a mental note to tell you about this later; he wasn’t just going to sit by and let someone disrespect his friend. You were a bit weirded out by how Minghao clearly looked at you, then pretended to act stupid. Did he not remember you? You couldn’t get the vision out of your head; you could feel yourself slowly losing your mind more and more when you thought about it. You were so lost in your thoughts that when your shift was over, you almost worked overtime because of how much you were thinking about Minghao. Jeonghan had to nudge you in order to bring you back to reality.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Ah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, what time is it?"

"Time for you to go home and rest. You look exhausted." He said while patting your back and walking away after. Jihoon was waiting for your shift to be over so he could drop you off at home.

He was waiting for you to finish your rant about your day before you suddenly perked up.

"OH MY GOD, guess what the hell happened today, Woozi! I fucking saw my goddamn ex! I don’t know if he remembers me, though, because he just stared at me, then back at his phone. Or maybe I’m delusional and thought it was him, but really it was someone else? GAAAAHHH, I’m going crazy. Woozi, help me!" You exclaimed loudly while running your fingers through your hair. "And guess what else, bro? HE STILL GETS THE DRINK. I INTRODUCED HIM TO OH MY GOD. HE WANTS ME SO FUCKING BAD!" Jihoon was trying to put everything together in his head; he’s sure he saw you call someone out, then have awkward eye contact with them as they ignored you and went back on their phone. It finally clicked that Minghao was the asshole lying on your name.

    "Y/n…" Jihoon began but didn’t know if he should tell you. You were clearly excited to see your ex again. It was obvious you still had feelings for him.

“How long ago did you date him? And what was the reason for the breakup?”

You sucked in a breath. You looked off to the side before responding, "Uh, we broke up about two years ago. We broke up for a couple of reasons. I don’t want to talk about it." He looked at you before looking back at the road.

"So does he go to our school? Or what? Why are you just now seeing him?"

"Hmmm, now that you bring that up, I honestly don’t know why he’s even here, but as I said, it may not actually be him." You guys got distracted by other topics, and it completely slipped Jihoon’s mind about what Minghao had said, and before you knew it, you were home. You waved goodbye and said thank you to Jihoon for dropping you off; he said it was alright, and he’ll always be your personal Uber, whether you like it or not. You giggled at his humor and left while waving once again. When you entered your dorm, you went on Instagram, and that’s when you saw Joshua’s post. It was a photo of Joshua, Wonwoo, and Minghao. You clicked on the photo and saw that Joshua had tagged both of them. Yup, that’s him. You thought as you clicked on Minghao's You looked through his posts and saw that he hasn’t really been on Instagram ever since you two broke up. You went down all the way to the bottom of his page when you saw that he still had a picture of one of your dates posted. You clicked on it and scrolled through the post. You saw countless photos of you and him together; your heart was running miles, and you felt like your chest was on fire. Why were these still up? Why didn’t he ever delete them? Were you thinking too much about it? I need a drink. You made your way to the kitchen and found alcohol in the fridge.

"Drinking alone without us? Awh, you’re mean! My hearts shattered." Yeji spoke and grabbed herself a bottle as well; Miyeon was probably going to steal sips from both of your bottles.

"Guys, please, can you help me out?" You said it almost desperately while making your way to the living room, with two of your roommates following behind you.

   "Yeah? What’s up?" Miyeon said as she popped open a bottle and took a couple of sips.

"What does it mean when your ex still has photos of the two of you when you were together posted on his Instagram?"

"Honestly, I feel like that means he still wants you, babe. I don’t blame him. You’re smoking hot." Yeji spoke, making Miyeon hit her shoulder.

"Gosh, Yeji, you sound like a middle-aged man who’s hitting on a young girl at the bar!" Miyeon giggled, "But yeah, I agree with Yeji. It’s weird that he hasn’t deleted them, especially if he’s still active on the account." You took out your phone to look back at the posts; you saw his most recent ones were from yesterday and today. You didn’t know Yeji and Miyeon were being nosy and reaching over your shoulder to see what you were looking at.

    "THE NEW KID?" They both yelled out in shock, making you jump.

    "Holy shit! You guys know him?"

    "Yeah! I have a few classes with him, so does  Yeji." Great. So Xu Minghao went to your school, and that means that definitely was him at the cafe.

"I'm going to sleep, guys. Goodnight." You rushed out while making your way to your room, you felt tipsy because you chugged your drink a lot while talking to those two. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you didn’t.

You woke up, ready for the day. You had a plan in your head: you would find Minghao and talk to him. You spent extra time getting ready; you wanted to make sure he’d take you back no matter what! When you made it to school, you were looking all over for him, yet you hadn’t once spotted him. You decided to go to class, and when you walked in, you said hi to Seungkwan and Seokmin. Seungkwan could tell you upset; he could read you like an open book.

    "Y/n… come here." He got up from his seat and waited for you to come to him. He hugged you tightly and asked you what was wrong. The tears in your eyes were starting to slide down your cheeks. For some reason, ever since yesterday, when you saw Minghao, your mind has been going in spirals. You felt like all the memories came rushing in, and damn, you missed him. It was all so hard to accept that he was actually here at the same school as you. Seungkwan had no idea why you were crying, but he quickly hid you so nobody else saw you break down. He walked out of class, not caring whether you guys got in trouble or not. You were more important. As he hugged you, you only felt the tears pour out more violently. Every ounce of sadness you’ve ever held was coming out now, and all the stress you had built up in you was all coming out. It seemed that Minghao was the breaking point; you were fine with all the stress building up, you were fine with all the sadness you held in you, and you were fine hiding every problem deep inside of you. But for some reason, since you’ve seen Minghao, you felt like literal shit.

"Seungkwan, I miss him so much—so fucking much it hurts." You spoke in a raspy, strained voice; it was quiet, and only Seungkwan could hear you. He had no idea who you were talking about, but he still wanted to comfort you, none the less, so he just listened to you. "I can’t find him anywhere, and I’m just so damn confused. I just want to talk to him and clear things up! Maybe I even want more."

    "Who? Who’s this ‘he’ you’re talking about, y/n? I’ll help you find him. Just let me know, please. It’ll all be okay, yeah? Just let me help." Seungkwan never once softened his grip; he was letting you know he was there for you, but his grip wasn’t so tight that it could hurt you. He knew what your limit was, so he never crossed it by hugging you any tighter to the point where you’d get hurt or feel like you were suffocating.

    "Minghao! The new kid everyone's running their mouths about—that's what makes it all worse! Everyone seems to know where he is, yet I can’t fucking find him. It’s like he’s avoiding me." You were right, but it seemed like right now Minghao couldn’t avoid you after being dragged out of the classroom by Seokmin to find you. Minghao heard everything.

A/n: LMAAAAOOOOO BOOOO Y/N (i’m sorry ily) it’s abt to get interesting guys dw pls I know I said that last chap but fr this time😭😞🙏

#svt #seventeen #minghao #xu minghao #myungho #xu myungho #lma #svt lma #seventeen lma #love me again #seventeen minghao #svt minghao #svt myungho #xu minghao x reader #minghao x reader #myungho x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #minghao fanfic #raynelovesyoongi #mnyggs

[symphonyofsilence]

Listen, my dudes, fine people, esteemed audience.

Desire of the endless is not a villain. Desire of the endless is an antagonist.

A villain is evil through and through. An antagonist opposes the protagonist.

Even though a lot of times villains are sexy and I love them, Desire is not one.

They're like Loki to Dream's Thor (but if Thor was like...Snape. and at every turn refused to let Loki help him. Or even be friendly to him.)

Desire does so many good things. In fact, the only time we see them being cruel with the exception of "fables and reflections" is in the first volume.

(Spoilers for the comics ahead)

Yes, they probably were just messing with Dream in their family dinner at the beginning of the "season of mists" but they were SO RIGHT! And it led to Nada and other hellbound dead being released from Hell. somebody had to tell Dream those things and nobody but Desire did! Even Death after centuries of Dream being the shittiest boyfriend ever only said Desire was right after Desire had taunted Dream.

Dream needs desire to tell him off every now and then.

And in "Brief lives" they're the one coming to Delirium when she's having a breakdown and calling for her family. They might say an unkind thing and dismiss Delirium's issues but they do care about her and try to help her in their own way. And they're right when they say that Destruction doesn't want to be found. If he wanted to be found, Desire would have felt it. And they were right about the dangers of searching for Destruction and they were genuinely worried.

The next time we see them, they give their coat to Tiffany.

Then they gave Rose Walker's heart back to her.

Also, remember when they indirectly saved 2 villages via Kara in "the Endless nights"?

And when out of all the siblings they were the only one who answered Dream's plea for help? And Dream thanked them by casting Alianora aside and breaking her heart? And millennials later Desire was still sad about Alianora and asked Dream whether he'd seen her recently?

And that time when they, you know, saved the world?

Even though it was Dream who fucked up and it was his responsibility to fix it and as Delirium pointed out Dream, unlike Desire, did not care about the World's ending but only that it was his fuck-up? But Desire cared and every time they tried to help Dream he declined and in the end, they had to turn into a cat to make Dream think it was himself helping himself. They're the ruler/personification of their own lands but throughout the Overture, people treated them like they were Dream's pet.

And in the end when Dream found out that it was Desire who helped him, not only he didn't thank them but also when Glory of the First Circle asked him who helped him he said a cat!

Honestly, Desire did not remember this and plotted that whole "preludes and nocturnes" thing, if this is a glimpse of how Dream treats them in general, I think they had every right to...definitely not unleash a sleeping sickness in the world, plot the murder of their own innocent grandchild, make their brother kill his grand-niece and consequently unleash the wrath of the kindly-ones upon him leading to his certain demise. But...well, uh... leave the door open when they leave his room and eat the sandwich he's put aside for himself maybe?

Also, look at these and tell me this is a villain!

#the sandman #neil gaiman #the endless #desire of the endless #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream sandman #desire sandman #lord morpheus #dc comics #my two cents #the sandman meta

[seyoonlgc]

"Eh?!" Perhaps he exclaimed a little too loudly, but Seyoon was surprised. Why would anyone want to know his thoughts on relationships? What did the company know? Perhaps someone saw him somewhere? Mentioned something they shouldn't?

Or perhaps this was simply innocent curiosity from a coach who had always been friendly. "No, no, I am totally cool with answering some questions." Seyoon smiled cheerfully, putting a lid over his paranoia for now. "I got time, let go for it!" He sat cross-legged, stretching his arms over his head, carefully feigning ease for the show he was about to put on.

how do you choose who you spend time with?

"I am pretty easygoing," he replied. "If someone wants my time, I would give it to them."

Well, he'd hang out with them once to test if they get along. After that, whether or not he'd see them again depended on how much fun he had during their first meeting, how good-looking they were, and who else they were competing with that day/night.

How could he possibly have enough time? What about his social battery?

Oh, don't worry, Seyoon had enough time to spare - he wasn't nicknamed the Stamina King of the North for nothing. He was perfectly fine running on three hours of sleep and could comfortably party until 3 every night for whole weeks straight. When he first came to Korea and felt lost after...finding out the truth about his birth, he spent some months doing nothing but partying. Man, that was a time. As for social battery...guess his just drained very slowly.

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

Nobody.

God?

Ha, guess nobody's correct then.

That would not be a great answer for dear coach, though, would it?

"My family, I guess!" Lie. He would rather die than burden his loved ones. "My friends too, they are all pretty good to me." Lie. They were good to him, but trust was hard to give. Of course, Seyoon had some people he'd lean on more than the others. He trusted a few in his circle to take care of his physical needs, like hunger, exhaustion, or whatever.

Seyoon supposed the truth for anything beyond that would be nobody and he'd either have to get himself out of the pickle or whoever happened to find him in a state of desperation could decide whether or not to lend a hand.

what's your idea of romance?

Oh hell if he should know.

Seyoon squirmed uncomfortably as his brain struggled to piece together a Legacily correct answer. "Um...romance is like, when there's...I guess, love?" He felt like an elementary school kid caught unable to spell the word bee. "Uhhh and love is...um....when somebody is...devoted to me? Thinks of me, takes care of me, and would...die for me?"

He realized he said 'me' quite a few times in that sentence.

"And I mean, I would do the same for them!" Lie.

The truth was, if someone would ever unfortunately fall in love with Seyoon, they'd have to give him everything. And in exchange, he might be able to give that person something. It won't be a lot, but it would be more than what he gave everyone else...and it would be more than what he thought he was ever capable of giving.

who is the most important person in your life?

"My grandmother." It was an honest answer. Normal people would answer their parents, wouldn't they? Or their siblings? While it was true that Seyoon loved his mother and father, stepmom and baby brothers, grandma was on a different tier. She made him toast and knitted him sweaters. Taught him how to grow vegetables and make homemade jams. She read him fairy tales and listened to his boring school stories. They watched nature videos together and she was the one who said go for it when he lacked the courage to ask a girl to the middle school dance. Every day was a good day with his grandmother! She had never disappointed him, never hurt him like everybody else that mattered, and was the most important person ever!

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

"Lost...someone?" Seyoon's smile became stiff. Once fucking again he was reminded of a kid who had died too young. Except this time, instead of a splatter of blood or a pale-faced ghost, he saw a piece of memory featuring two idiots splashing around in a pool. They were laughing, yelling, and having a jolly good time. The kid who died said I wish we could stay like this forever and he, while trying to crack open a can of soda, mumbled uh-huh, yeah.

"Have I..." His chest tightened, but he pretended to not feel it.

Why wouldn't we stay together? You are my best fri-

"Lost..."

On his seventeenth birthday, the wind was howling extra loud. Seyoon cranked up the music to drown out its cries. It was supposed to be such a wonderful night.

"No," Seyoon said in the end. "I haven't lost anybody. Nobody of importance, anyway." Truth? Lie? He pretended he couldn't tell.

#I forced seyoon to talk about love HAHAHA #thanks for the opportunity #lgc:cupdate004

[acatinafancyhat]

Watched Chess Netherlands today because... well, I can 🙃 It was surprisingly not all horrible. Definitely flawed and problematic but it had some parts I really liked! Of course I had lots of thoughts again so here is me venting them. 99% sure no one else cares about Dutch Chess but what the hell, tumblr is for screaming into the void right? ✨️

Act I

- You can instantly tell this is a Dutch production because the championships take place in what looks like a school gym. I mean we do our rubiks cube tournaments there. Is fine for chess, no?

- Explaining chess to the audience bc that's what the show is really missing

- Many Svenska Vibes

- Anatoly with an i is the most Dutch Soviet Russian i've ever met. Just, no nonsense. 'go take care of my children woman.' Calling each other names is how we show affection <3

- I will say the boys (Anatoli's kids) playing chess during the opening is a nice touch

- Story of Chess also has very to the point lyrics. "chess requires reticence so u don't kill each other" see now this actually sets up the show real well :)

- Awkward humor no one laughs at ✅️

- Anatoli's kind of a downer

- Freddie's sort of charming but his relationship with Florence is gonna be garbage i can tell

- strike 1: ableism

- (honestly he just reminds me of every Dutch white guy on tv)

- strike 2: assault

- Florence is already so done with his shit good for her

- also "with me there, he is brilliant" tru tru

- Singing Nobody's Side while random people have a lil party behind her?

- oh it's an excuse for karaoke ONIB

-Are they really gonna do the whole song though do we really need that

-lol Freddie pushes karaoke guy off stage so he can finish the song. honey this is a little early in the show to be getting this drunk what are you doing she hasn't even left you yet

- Arbiter leads morning exercise... ok well why not

- No dancing during the chess game. It's cool we can just watch two guys play chess from a distance for a couple minutes. Fun times.

- Freddie sticks his gum under the table real subtle like he hasn't got multiple cameras pointed at him right now

- Actually on second thought i think the chess game might be better without the dancing. Characters are doing interesting things. The contrast between Anatoli sitting stiffly at the table while Freddie is prancing around fistfighting the cameras is Most Amusing :)

- Did he just try to make Anatoli's move for him omg 🤣

- Freddie @ arbiter "uh it might be time u keep things under control around here" and off he runs HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT ngl i kinda love him here

- However Florence's defense of him just seems completely unreasonable considering toli literally just. sat there. the whole time.

- Anatolyi gets the 'i'm ridiculous' monologue like in Svenska

- 'Hey my people killed your people oops now let me sing a song in the language you probably don't remember and it's somehow romantic and not creepy or overstepping any boundaries at all :)'

- Running away from Molokov in a shittier version of Svenska. Meh. But again they are aware of the lack of embassies in and around Merano which I do appreciate bc i'm pedantic like that

- Freddie: hey what's she doing with that Russian

Freddie: hmmm idk

Freddie: they're definitely talking abt me tho 🤨

- Flo & toli have a healthy conversation about the fact that he just left his kids behind i support that!!

- However this timing/setting for Anthem sucks. He's just singing it to Florence. And it's literally about how he misses his family? Weak. This needs to be an epic declaration of love for his homeland to all the world not whining to your girlfriend. Ugh can't believe they fucking ruined Anthem!

- So far all of this strikes me as discount Svenska but without the investment in Flonatoly and the only thing it's really got going for it is a handful of good lines BUT we'll see about act 2...

Act II

- Why the fuck would you start your second act with Merchandisers?

- Nice audience interaction though, it doesn't completely not work

- But following it up with Heaven Help My Heart is hmmmmmm really not ideal pacing-wise.

- Freddie's woman verse is even more cringe in Dutch i can't accurately translate it but it's so..... yikes..... The word he uses instead of "woman" ("popje") literally means "little doll/puppet" (but with slightly different connotations). It's sometimes used as a term of endearment but in this scene it is very much derogatory and ew.

- "here I stand wondering / if I ever knew you / have I ever really known who you are?" I like this translation!

- Pity the Child pulls no punches (does it ever?) He's so pathetic, he's such an asshole, and as a teacher I weirdly feel this one (at one point he talks about how no one ever noticed him at school either and just... oof don't get me started). Also the desperate rapid-fire chess game he plays against himself in the musical break and during the final verse--that needs to be in more versions holy fuck go watch this bit it's GOOD!!

- The Deal but without a political angle. Fascinating.

- No

- no. no no no i hate this i hate this Freddie wouldn't sacrifice his game not even for Florence NO. CANCELED.

- Interestingly instead of honey/parner, Freddie uses the same word as in the woman verse when he's talking to Florence during The Deal but this time it's the endearment variant. That's a little bit problematic.

- Molokov's plan is still to bring Flo and Sveta together even though Anatoli is now supposed to win 🤷‍♂️

- Anatoli casually downs several shots of liquor (vodka?) during Soviet Machine. not sure this will help him win the game but at least he sleeps through Russian Guy screaming that final whoooooooo high note in his ear

- Florence tests Freddie's chair... demands they bring a different one... is she still working for him? idk. I'm guessing it's meant to be sweet but it just looks silly to me idk

- Fuck reverse I Know Him So Well honestly. "he wants me / no he wants me" boo fucking hoo. You two deserve each other.

- Oh! Oh! Talking Chess, yay! 😁

- Gosh this is actually really cute?!? Freddie literally just came to discuss this random chess gambit he came across and thought was interesting? Nothing even to do with their current game just 'hey found this thing i thought you might like and i like and can we be friends now i really like chess 😶'

- Unlike in Svenska and RAH, I actually don't know for sure who is going to win this game. They do a good job of making this really about chess in the end. I like it.

- Freddie reminding toli it's about chess even during their match now that is the freddie i came to see!

- He calmly sips his water as Sveta and Florence are physically removed from the premises

- It is Quite Unfortunate that this production hates women...

- Really they seem to only be here to get in the men's way. Ugh.

- I don't support any of the relationships except Freddie and Toli being pen pals and playing long distance chess for the rest of their lives.

- Ending feels a little OOC but still nice to see some healthy Freddie & Flo interaction for once 😌

tldr; not the worst production out there, worth watching if you've already seen Svenska and don't mind Freddie being the most likeable character. (okay likeable is not the right word he sucks but, you know. He reminds me of RAH Freddie but slightly more yike.) PTC and Talking Chess are highlights!

#chess musical #thoughts #long post #was thinking of making a translation/subs for this maybe but idk if anyone would be interested..?

[neonponders]

From the Book of Who Asked, I bring you

~Things I’m tired of in this fandom ~

1. Complaining about Anti’s.

Someone needs to be the heretical aunt at the family reunion and it’s me. Stop complaining about anti’s. Either ban them or fuck ‘em. Make up your mind and shut up about it. Yes, I’ve complained too, but if a blog is putting out more posts about anti’s than a ship, you’re not a ship blog. You’re a hate blog. Which makes you as bad as them. Let that sink in.

2. Complaining about Dacre’s Feet.

Millennials found out about fetishes fifteen years ago and proceeded to let NO ONE REST ever since. I’ve ranted about this before, but human beings are literally supposed to be barefoot. Shoes fuck up the muscles in your feet. The feet are stronger and healthiest when barefoot, with calluses. Actors who’ve done extensive physical training know this. You see it all the time in Dacre, Hugh Jackman, Chris Hemsworth, etc. etc. Ironically, they’re all Australian -> a place that is huge on outdoor activities.

All of you need to touch grass and soft dirt with your feet and calm the hell down. These men are right. You’re wrong. Go run around a baseball diamond barefoot and realize you’ve been wrong your whole life. Get dirty for god sake. You’ll be fine, I promise. The experience of running over a random pebble might build character too.

Preferring bare feet over shoes is normal and literally better for your health. Let the man live, good grief. If he had a fetish, he would be posting other people’s feet, not his own. And even so, foot fetishes are the most harmless fetish out there. Look up fisting gloves and maybe you’ll lighten up.

3. Numbers. Don’t. Matter.

Okay, yeah, being the #1 ship for years is pretty rad. It was the easiest defense against haters who went after a fictional character with more gusto than political elections.

And you know what? Numbers didn’t matter then, either.

Here’s a shout out to the rare-pair shippers and small fandom creators because you guys have your heads screwed on right. The point to all of this, is ~fun~. Not competition.

5 years from now, there’s going to be a ST renaissance and all of the teenage assholes are going to have the life experience to see this show entirely differently. Remember how everyone in the HP fandom went from mourning and uwu-ing over Snape, to utterly despising him and how he abused Harry? Yeah. That’s going to happen. How exciting.

4. Steddie vs Harringrove vs God

Look, even I’m tired to Edward Theodore Munson IV. His fandom is Too Much™. I’m a quiet fan, because I still enjoy watching him immensely. I hugely enjoy the Eddissy ship (I firmly believe that anyone against Eddissy is a misogynist against Chrissy, but that’s a separate rant). I enjoy Steddie, Harringroveson, & Mungrove because it’s another way of seeing Steve and Billy being soft and loved on. And it’s cool to see JQuinn go from a small role-nobody to being able to retire if he wanted to. That’s an actor’s dream.

But the difference between Billy/fandom and Eddie/fandom, is that they’re opposites of each other. Fandom makes Billy better. Fandom is making Eddie worse. And the hyper surge of fame, as much as it’s giving to JQuinn, is also super cruel and uncomfortable.

Let the train crash itself. Seek the artists, editors, writers, etc. who are chill, inclusive, and make delightful content. They’re worth finding. Fuck the rest.

5. TikTok

Get the hell off tiktok. Or watch Dylan B Hollis -> someone who actually matters.

#get it while it's hot #delete later #rant

[sheizara]

November 25 - Day 6 Home / Unnatural

Her half-brother hadn’t been a kind man. Not to her, at least. She’d been the potential heir for that family before he was born, and she knew it irked him how their father had doted on her up until he died and passed his titles on to his trueborn son — bastard daughter or not.

Their estate was large and beautiful, sprawling in the Eversong river valley. Halandir, she knew, felt the pressure of being the “last of his line”. Technically not, though, because Shei had always been right there, too. Working in the halls rather than living in them. His home, not hers. To him, she and her parents had just been the Silverbells — there to serve, but for little else.

Moving to Stormwind, she thought, would be a fine escape. After they had been kicked off the estate lands and, presumably, erased from record of ever having lived there so that Hal could look as pristine as possible for his new, well bred wife, her parents had joined the Farstriders. They were still young enough and could make a living defending the kingdom up until it killed them, too, many decades later. Quel’thalas had nothing left for her, and high elves were welcome enough in some of the other kingdoms.

It had been an age. She had watched this human city grow and be destroyed and rebuild and become more cosmopolitan as it became a kind of capital for the various Alliance races. And still, seeing the elegantly printed ‘Lady Tel’vaiel’s Birthday Masquerade’ invitations tacked to the billet boards soured her whole day.

Some darkly curious part of her wanted to attend, finally maybe meet the woman that had been the cause of a serious amount of general unpleasantness in her life. Had Hal ever told her? Had he been cruel to her too? Did they have children? Who was left there that she’d worked with, especially after the siege? She missed Johar and Vyarha, who would let her sneak sweets from the kitchen, and Olanne, Dania and Somna who were most often on cleaning duties with her.

That first year she chickened out. The dress and mask stayed boxed under her bed in her small human style apartment. It was too much to think about and every time she thought about it the bitterness threatened to overwhelm her.

The second year she went and stuck to the fringes. Well, she’d tried. There had been so much free alcohol and so many people hidden behind masks to dance with and talk to that she’d been swept up in all the lavish splendor. This had all been denied to her. Nobody had anything unkind to say about the hostess herself. Her half-sister-in-law, for all she could tell, was charming and winsome.

Lady Fiorenze Tel’vaiel had spent all this money to throw a grand party that anyone could attend two years in a row now, all the conversations she listened in on or questions she asked about the woman to dance partners glowed with praise. Someone told her that the Lady was a childless widow, and she puked in a bin out in a back alley shortly after.

It could’ve all been hers if she’d stayed in Quel’thalas. The Tel’vaiel titles were hers by birthright — but everything was so different now. The king and the prince were dead. Long live the Regent-Lord and whatever the fuck system they were following out there to keep the nobles happy. There wasn’t a chance in hell any claim she made would ever be honored — and after more thought seemed like it would just be putting herself back into a cage for no good reason.

That third year the affair was hosted, she’d managed a dance with her half-sister-in-law. She was charming and winsome as she had seemed from afar, almost unnaturally so. It was hard not to like her, weird as the whole situation was. Shei managed to successfully and secretly slip a letter into one of her pockets; nothing complicated, just a request for an audience here in Dalaran sometime. Tea, or whatever. Curiosity ate at her and she wanted to know so many things. Sure, the party was fun or whatever, but it was hard to think about anything else… well, until the wine tables refreshed.

The summons came shortly before Winter’s Veil, with a notice that if she couldn’t bring a lawyer one would be provided for her. That was certainly extremely ominous, but she knew a really great divorce lawyer she’d worked with a few times now and convinced him to come along with her for however many billable hours were needed.

They didn’t really have a long conversation when it came down to it. The lawyers were for a reason; Lord Iliphar Tel’vaiel, her father, had left her provisions in his will that Halandir never fulfilled, and some of the others at the estate had vouched for the accuracy of her existence.

Johar and Vyarha still worked in the kitchens. Somna and Olanne didn’t work in the main house anymore but had homes of their own on the estate lands. Dania had joined the Magistry at some point and had left the estate all together.

With the flick of a pen the Lady promised her that her inheritance would be paid, and that was more than enough for Shei.

@daily-writing-challenge

#novemberday62022 #novemberdwc2022 #sheizara

[pridewon]

@devilbreaker​ said:  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together.  the twins but osamu trying so hard to teach atsumu how to cook like, (scenarios)

Atsumu has been in his new apartment for six months. His very first apartment; his very first place all of his own, all by himself. Needless to say, it had been one hell of a struggle. Adjusting to Osamu’s absence in the family house when his twin had moved into his college dorm had been a whole process already; living completely alone, without twin, or grandmother, to make sure he stays alive and functions on a day-to-day basis? 

Yeah. One hell of a struggle.

But Atsumu Miya is nothing if not stubborn, and competitive. And nobody knows it better than his other half; no one else in the whole wide world knows how to wind him up, what strings to pulls to play him like a (rebellious, but predictable) puppet... and trick him into learning how to adult properly. Apparently.

Atsumu has been making efforts, lately. Because Osamu came over to deliver some food once, and had been appalled by 1. the empty fridge, 2. the moving cardboard boxes still left unopened months later, 3. a lack of essential furnitures, like drawers, with Atsumu arguing that a suitcase works just fine to keep his clothes ‘organised’, and 4. the overall mess of the place like a hurricane had shaken the whole building. And Osamu had unleashed one of his (rare, but legendary) brotherly furies, and Osamu had yelled at him and pointed out what a fucking idiot he was, and Atsumu had not appreciated being called an idiot, and Osamu had said Atsumu was unable to function as an adult and should move back in with their grandma... And Atsumu had interpreted it as a challenge.

In hindsight, he is wondering if Osamu hadn’t done it on purpose.

So, Atsumu has been making efforts. Before Osamu’s arrival tonight, he has cleaned and tidied up the entire place; he’s still missing some elements of furniture, but he has the receipts from orders he has placed to address the issue. Only the fridge has been left empty: but only because Osamu had told him they’d go food shopping together, ‘and I’ll show you a few things before you starve, you dumbass’. 

“Ugh, this is takin’ forever.” Atsumu grumbles, as he carefully peels off and slices another carrot; yes shifting to his twin every now and then to look at his gestures (grumble as he may, he is paying attention, correcting course, learning, sheepishly eager) and imitating as best he can. “I know ye’re a total nutcase when it comes to a good grub, but I’ll never understand how y’can spend so much time chopping up vegetables and handlin’ raw meat an’ fish an’ call it fun. Hey, how’s that look?” Switching subjects in the blink of an eye, he shows Osamu his handiwork, looking for feedback, approval; more engaged in cooking right now than he’s ever been in his entire life. Okay. Maybe - just maybe - it’s a little bit fun when there’s someone else to cook with. (like hell he’s ever gonna tell his evil twin)

#devilbreaker #(miya a; interactions) #another too long reply from meeee someone pretend to be surprised please #atsumu vc: oh actually this isnt so bad #also atsumu: but i'll perish before i tell him #one day he'll surprise osamu by cooking/baking something decent for him and neither of them will recover from that plot twist

[djcarnationsblog]

2022_5_7

Projecting my "car sickness" right now,

James feeling all nauseous and passy outy at a completely mundane event, per se going to a concert with the boys -Pixel

Oof, car sickness just ain't ever good shit =n=

Only got like, a few hours of sleep but I'm revvin' hol' it

This is more like a 'feeling nauseous and passy outy whilst going to a mundane event' but eh

Take some platonic James and Justin, cause I want them all to have a way too close friendship and nobody can stop me-

---

James felt sick. So fucking, fucking sick.

He's still not sure why he never told the others about something as simple as this. There was nothing to hide about it, nothing really bad about them knowing this stupid mishap, and yet here he was, taking deep breaths and leaning way too heavily against the window, the churning in his stomach only causing him further unease.

It didn't help knowing that they had another hour long of this bullshit to endure, and all James did was squeeze his eyes shut and try to listen to the music playing from the radio.

"Yo, James. You good there?"

Of course, it's never that easy.

James cracked an eye open and looked over to Justin, who popped a gummy bear into his mouth from the family-sized bag of it he had carried, the bag itself at least halfway empty by now.

James will never understand how this idiot could eat in a car for a whole three, almost four hours, but he didn't bother trying to question it anymore.

"Eh, dunno." James hummed, letting his eye close once more. If he really strained hard enough, he could hear how everything felt a bit muffled, kind of like when you're on a plan and your ears pop. Actually, he's pretty sure they did pop.

James could tell Justin didn't necessarily know how to take that response, especially from the prolonged silenced that enveloped them.

"I'm...gonna take that as a no-" James opened both eyes to deadpan at Justin, who leaned away and stuffed his face with even more sickly sweet treats. It's a surprise the others hadn't noticed their conversation yet, in all honesty.

If anything James had to admit that Justin always tended to be the first one to notice something off with any of them, and he always seemed to identify it so quickly.

"Car sickness?"

Like right now.

"You're too observant with us. Stop, Jus." James mumbled, flicking Justin on the nose and getting a pout from the other. "Wehehell damn! Alrighty then." Justin huffed, crossing his arms and turning away. James just stared at him, raising a brow as Justin sweatdropped.

"Eh." Justin muttered, James jolted when the other went ahead and just...laid himself on top of James as best he could. "'m sorry you're not takin' to it well."

James swore to everything holy this idiot was like the child of the group. But damn if he didn't love this sucker for it. He was quite easily distracting him from having to look at anything that made him feel so nauseous, James rolling his eyes and simply leaning his head back and letting his eyes close.

At some point he started playing with Justin's hair, something only the gang knew that snacker liked, and he couldn't help a small smile escape as he felt the other lean into it just a little bit more. Sure, he still felt queasy, but at least Justin provided a good distraction.

Did he ever say that he loved the hell out of his friends? No, they're never gonna hear it out of his mouth. But, as James tugged this gummy bear-eating jock closer, hugging him, burying his face into his hair, combing through it to distract himself from the sick feeling, he swore it on his life, he loved these guys too much.

And Justin simply hummed, melting into the touch.

---

You know so damn well those two are gonna get teased the fuck out of, but it's fine.

I soooo want them to have that as a routine for them. James is prone to car sickness, so whenever James feels queasy he'll just crack open an eye and look at Justin until he notices him, which Justin always seems to notice things with the gang quick, so it doesn't take longer than a few seconds.

And then they'll just cuddle and stuff in the backseats, just so James can distract himself on the car ride with something, rather than focusing all his attention on that sick feeling.

YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS BROS, THIS IS FAM, I LOVE THIS SHIT-

I'M WEAK-

#DJC Drabbles #DJC Rambles #ibvs #James Blackburn #Justin Carter

[dylanblack03]

This is an excerpt from Chapter 5.

Lunchtime rolled around and I didn’t have any plans. Hanging around outside the front of the school was as good an idea as any. Not that anybody would come looking for me. My face was stone as I made my way out the doors, ignoring the loud bang that startled my classmates. Annoyance fueled my every move and I could care less about some whiny teenagers too caught up in their own worlds. There were greater things to worry about. My mom’s face flashed in my eyes and anger burned through my blood once more. Our argument still rang through my ears past the music blasting through my headphones. She was always just getting on my ass now that Dick was going off to college. I’m older now, when will I start taking things more seriously? Why couldn’t I just be more like smart, charming, perfect Dick- There was always just more that she wanted from me, I was never just enough! Nothing was ever good enough. He’s not even her bloodchild! Why does she care about him so much over me, her biological child?

An engine rumbled and I was tempted to also ignore it, but goddamn it. One glance up and annoyance flared once more. Chris. Think of one brother, and the other will of course show up. Fucking assholes. A scowl settled on my face, not for the first time. The hell was he doing here? He never came to see me. His fists were clenched and jaw tightened. His eyes were dark with rage. He looked as pissed off as I felt and I welcomed the coming challenge. I could feel my posture straightening as he stalked over to me. Not one to back down, I met him in the middle. We stood face to face, close to the edge of the sidewalk. Silence passed between us and anyone could feel the tension. It was a showdown between two opposing forces, a hurricane and a volcano meeting in an awful display of destruction. The wind of the hurricane brushed against my face. Birds were chirping through the harsh winds, distant and muffled. It was tense and still, like waiting for the pin to drop in the silence.

Chris crossed his arms in front of his chest, not a surrender but a truce. “Hey Vi. How are you?” The rage hadn’t dissipated, I could see it dwelling beneath the surface, but I decided to humour him at his pathetic attempt.

I gave him my fakest, happiest grin. “Oh, I’m great! I’m only moving in with Dad in about two weeks!” My chipperest voice was so fucking fake, it was almost funny. “No biggie or anything though, right?” I wish I could say I was happy to see him but it would be a damn lie. He did nothing wrong, technically, none of this was his fault, but no member of our fucked up family was innocent in this whole mess of a situation.

He hums, eyes narrowing. “I’m pissed that Mom’s making you do that.” Yeah, well you didn’t do anything to stop it, did you? I snarked back in my mind. But I didn’t bother saying that.

“Mom probably thinks that since I only have one more year left, it wouldn’t be worth it to make me move to Nevada with her and John,” The name was poison in my mouth, but I carried on, “Which is, you know, bullshit, but it’s fine. Totally fine.” It was not fine. None of this was fine, but what can I do to change it. Mom’s right, This is my last year but that seemed like decades at this point. I would rather off myself than have to deal with any more of Dad’s obnoxious bullshit. But that wasn’t something Chris would understand. Nobody understands.

Slowly, the hurricane seemed to calm, and Chris’ shoulders relaxed as his arms fell to his sides. A thoughtful expression came across his face, pensieve for only a moment before it broke. The anger was ever-present, it would always be like that for the two of us, but it faded away into the calm before a storm. His brown eyes brightened, and I could see the plan brewing behind his growing smirk. I braced myself for whatever may come out of his mouth.

A light smile played on his lips. “What if you didn’t have to live with Dad? I can move into the house and we can live together. If you’d prefer it.” He said it as though it were easy and simple and not a life-changing sentence.

My breath hitched. He would do that for me? I didn’t even need to think before I reached out. He took the bait and pulled me close, clinging to each other. I pictured it. The two of us together in our childhood home, life being as easy as it once was. Maybe in this fantasy world, I even had friends. I’d invite them over, we’d hang out, they’d see my cool older brother and fawn over him like the best friends in all teen dramas. I’d roll my eyes and they’d giggle, and we’d move on, enjoying our together. It was a nice sentiment… It was an impossible sentiment.

"Please,” I plead with him. “I don’t think I could handle living with Dad again.” Not again, not on my own. Not without someone there to help me. I’m eighteen, damn it, but the prospect reduced me to the little girl being hid away by her big brother in a closet, rocked by herself as she listened to loud voices through the thin walls. God, I hated being like this. I hate being vulnerable, I tried every day to put up a brave face so nobody could fuck with me, but I couldn’t help it. I squeezed tighter, taking in shallow breaths. Chris understood though. I don’t know why I doubted he would, even in my anger. He’s always understood. He was the brother I always could depend on. Even now, he wanted to go out on an impossible limb to convince our mother that he could keep me close and keep me safe.

I felt him nodding, chin bumping against my head. “I’ll need to talk to Mom, and maybe come up with some house rules or whatever. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.” He kissed my head.

I nod in turn, “I’m okay with that.” I’m surprised to say I really was. I trusted Chris more than anyone. Guilt crept in that I was so ready to fight him earlier, but I was more embarrassed than anything. I pulled away, brushing under my eyes, careful not to smudge my eyeliner more than it already was. I ignored his knowing look as I blinked away any tears. Hopefully nobody fucking saw that, holy shit. If any of my classmates ever did, I’d murder them on the spot and feed their corpses to the pigs on Elm Street.

I didn’t even realize living with Chris was a possibility. Getting out of living with my dad and not being with my stepfamily either would be more than ideal. I’m sure it will be okay with Mom too. The bitch doesn’t give a fuck. Plus, she knows he’s responsible, she knows we’re close. I wasn’t as worried about convincing her.

A horn honking from behind Chris caught our attention, high-pitched and squeaky. I peered around him to see a vaguely familiar figure sitting smugly on a motorcycle. He pulled off his helmet to reveal wild, black hair and colorful streaks, snake bites piercing his lip. Was that… Jasper? Jasper had been one of Chris’ best friends when we were growing up, I hadn’t realized the two were still friends. His style had changed though. Throughout their high school years, Jasper had transitioned from being a little more my style to a little more Chris’. It was nice to see he finally went back to his roots. I grinned a little, watching as he swung his legs off the motorcycle and bounded towards us.

“You remember Jasper, right?” Chris patted his friend’s back harshly, causing the other to stumble. “I know it’s been a while but he insisted on coming with.”

“How could I forget that iconic emo hair?” I teased, feeling far more amicable than I have in a while. Chris was right, it had been a while since I’d seen him. I didn’t expect him to be this attractive still. The more punk style definitely fit him far more than Chris’ weirdly preppy one did, what with his dark hair and pretty green eyes. Chris caught my eye with a look, and I ducked my head.

Jasper sighs dramatically, “I didn’t think that would be all you remember me from.” His hair flopped in his face and ruined the moment for him, but he didn’t seem bothered.

I smirk goodnaturedly back at him. “Of course that’s all I remember, it was your signature look.”

“I thought I’d finally convinced him to move on from his dreams of kissing Frank Iero but alas,” Chris swept his head to the side, hand daintily resting on his forehead. “Success was not made for me in this battle.” Jasper’s grin was as energetic yet mischievous as it had always been and I felt a little giddy feeling creeping up in my chest as the two continued to bicker back and forth.

“Excuse you, who wouldn’t want to kiss that man? He’s hot as fuck and he plays guitar!”

“Those are very low standards.”

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend. Your standards are too high. Pick a talent and fall in love with literally anyone who has it like the rest of us basic bitches.”

“God no.”

“Why, is Jasper not good enough for you then?” I interject, watching as Jasper lit up at the comment and Chris turned red. “Just because he can’t keep high grades and not talk about Sleeping with Sirens every five minutes? Can he not receive well enough for you?” I ignored Jasper’s indignant little ‘Hey!’ in favor of watching my brother flounder to find a response. It was very reminiscent of the times after one of Chris’ football games in which we teamed up to absolutely embarrass the shit out of him for ogling the other team.

“Keep your damn mouth shut,” He hissed, face as red as a tomato. We laughed our asses off as he turned away, stomping off the to the car. “I’m going back to the car! Lemme know when you’re ready to leave, Jasper.”

The laughter died off and suddenly it was just Jasper and I standing side by side. It wasn’t an awkward silence, perfectly comfortable, but words didn’t seem like enough. I had an inkling Jasper followed after Chris for a reason, probably to keep him in check. Chris was outwardly the perfect student and role model for many people who knew him; he’d been well-liked, popular, and very nearly the valedictorian. But his anger, when left unchecked, was explosive. It was a family trait, I guess. I was very easily reminded of the anger that was coursing through my veins earlier. Our rage was a quick hellfire bent on the destruction of everything in our paths. Chris and I were no exceptions. Now, though it lingered in the back of my mind, I was content enough to relish in the presence of two people I had depended on throughout my harsh childhood.

“He cares about you, you know,” Jasper breached the quiet. I turned to see his green eyes trained on my brother’s retreating back. He seemed happy too and I was glad. “A lot.”

“I know.” I did. It was a nice feeling to know at least somebody cared for me.

“If you need anything, Vi, we’ll be here for you. Both of us.”

“I know,” I repeated. I could hear the sincerity in his voice. It erased doubts I didn’t have. It erased any lingering thoughts that I would be alone come near the future, surrounded by demons lurking in my head and in my house. No mother having impossible expectations, no dad to terrify me. It was just me and Chris, and now Jasper, I suppose. Oddly enough, I was fine with that too.

Jasper hugged me one last time, pressing a quick kiss to the top of my head, before following after Chris and I listened to the echoes of their laughter as they both readied their leave. They waved in unison at me, starting up their vehicles. The bell rang just in time. I watch fondly as they disappear into the distance before I make my way back inside. I grinned to myself, my anger dispelled.

[0thsense]

9/30/2023

When I'm feeling down, I am vigilant to find fault in others, because it makes me feel like I have something over them. A stupid act of desperation.

The time limit is approaching. I am not doing well. What does it mean to give up? I want to run myself to death.

Could I survive losing all of my family and friends? Should I prepare myself for it? It'll slowly happen at this pace. Was I wrong about things all those years ago? Maybe I should quicken the pace.

I can't open up to anyone. Noone will understand, and everyone will think they understand. Hell, some people probably think they understand already without me saying anything. Maybe the easiest way to be happy is to presume you understand about unhappiness you've never felt.

I wanted to understand my emotions. It might be too late, because now all I ever feel is anger and frustration. Base, useless, devastating emotions.

Some girl I used to know followed me on Strava the other day. Simply because she connected her account and auto followed all of her contacts. And I held onto that for the whole day. Pathetic.

Do I feel good when I beat myself up like this? Honestly it's a little cathartic but I'm not sure if it's healthy. I spend so much time thinking about the past, it fills every undistracted moment of my life. Will it ever stop?

So dramatic for someone who has lived such an objectively easy life. I don't really believe that, more just unsure. But everyone else would surely mock me for thinking I have such insane struggles in my circumstances. So I can't open up. They'll think I'm even more pathetic than they already do. A good way to get some one time pity and then having them slowly drift off. A bad way to quicken the pace.

Maybe I just need to get better at slapping on a smile and enthusiasm, so that it doesn't take so much effort every time. Just get good at it so it doesn't take all my energy, so I don't dread it every time. Just... become an automatic liar. Perfect.

I'm not looking forward to going to Japan soon. I'm worried my shell will break over those 2 weeks. Maybe I'm even more worried that it won't. Maybe I will just be boring because I'm getting tired having to put on enthusiasm all the time. Perfect.

My legs hurt from running today. Good. I wonder if how I feel right now is accurate. If I look back on this post it will probably read pretty terribly. Have I made no progress? Perfect timing to be depressed again for the holiday season. Last time I showed up one time and they thought I was fine. Because I guess I'm good at faking enthusiasm. Fuck you.

If I think rationally about it, it's my fault. It's hard to tell when someone's depressed, and it's even harder when I've been putting on masks for my whole life. But I can't tell them either. Probably the worst cases of depression are the ones where they have noone to tell. Because they can't trust anybody to care enough. I'm doing fine everyone.

God and I hate it even more because I become so self absorbed. Making me lose one of the few things I prided myself on: empathy and thinking of others. And I kept that pride even though it became unjustified. It hurts.

Maybe I can try to think of others in this post. Harley decided she wants to move back home, because of RTO. I wonder how she feels about that. I wonder if I chose that just because it's semi relevant to me. My dad might also be kinda depressed, I'm kinda worried. Probably partly due to me.

God, I can't think of much when I try to remember caring about others recently. You don't just feel worse, you become worse. Please let me care for others again. I am an asshole. I'm not willing to sacrifice myself to help others. I find something in them to condemn and justify this. Nobody helped Jerry, and everyone sure loves beating down on him.

Endroll was a nice game.

[mountains-moving-91]

Pack Your Shit...and GO!

How many of you have ever sat alone, in your head, and wondered what in the hell your purpose was? Or maybe you used to know exactly who and what you were going to be…but shit got dark and you found yourself letting someone else decide what would be the light to your fire? Look - one of the hardest choices that I ever had to make was deciding that I was going to take my baby away from his father…but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to protect your children. And that’s when I made the decision that I had to pack my shit up - and leave what I thought was the “love of my life" once and for all. Stay with me…because I’ve been there - and I’m still here to tell you about it.

See, baby daddy #1 used to be a really good kid, with an even better heart. His looks were fucking beautiful (down to the bones), and he had a smile that would light up my whole world - and everyone else’s too. Oh…and don’t forget his voice - at least when he was being the sweet version of himself. But that changed…he changed. Technically, we changed but that doesn’t belong in this part of the story…and I’m going to tell you why.  In a real world, where love didn’t exist, it would have only taken one day for things to change. And It SHOULD have only taken one time - but it didn’t, because he promised me it wouldn’t happen again - over and over again.. And you guys, he did love me - at the beginning. And our son was made from nothing but love. It was just that our love got lost within his lost battle of himself and then I let him take it out on me - literally and not in a way anyone deserves. And let me draw this out for you, detective style -  it kept happening and each time IT got worse. See, this dude was a big dude…at least compared to my tiny mini-mouse sized self. And he had ocean-sized hands that were probably bigger than the size of my entire face. And all it took was him smashing his fist into it one time, for him to learn that my face didn’t bruise very easily…and by easily - I mean that you can break my nose and nobody would notice the aftermath. 

What makes this story even harder for me to tell, is that multiple people warned me that he was a Woman Beater and they warned me multiple times - and these people included his own family, and his ex-girlfriend. Even then, I refused to believe that he would ever do it to me…but they had proof. See, he had already done it to his ex (technically his step-sister from his childhood). Anyways, the only difference between us two girls was that she did bruise easily - And for those that can’t cross the dots yourself, this means that he hunkered down to his low standards and hit her where nobody would be able to see. And then she had to walk around - obviously with clothes on - and smile like everything was fine at home. I don’t know much about her story - and of course not from her side - but I do know the truths that he fucking told me. How sick is that? He literally laid the red flags out for me, by telling me how he used to hide his abuse from the world, and made her hide it too. I met her one time And he went to jail that night..It’s funny how the world spins. Let me tell you the story. 

His sister was having a family BBQ (what we do here in the boondocks) and with his ex being his step-sister and all, she was invited, with a +1 included for her boyfriend (who was gold compared to his fucking ass). Anyways, I was barley pregnant. And I mean at the very beginning of the pregnancy when you look more like you ate too many Ben&Jerry half-pints, too many days in a row and less like you have a baby growing inside your body. And I’m sure that was going to be embarrassing for him but good lord - how the fuck do you think I felt? Clearly that was besides the point because I am pretty sure he went and got high on meth that morning - when he was supposed to be working - strictly just to ease his nerves of what was about to happen. And I say that because when I got to his sisters house - with the entire fam, aunts_uncles_ex gf’s_new boyfriends_etc -  it didn’t take long for him to start being less than nice to me and overly nice to his ex. And at first I thought maybe I was just “being pregnant" with the pregnant girl hormone thing happening..until I went into the bathroom to cry and his bad ass aunt came in right behind me (without knocking) and told me not to let the bitch see me cry. 

We walked out of the bathroom together and I put a big girl smile on and just stayed away from him. Until he started following me, just to keep egging it on. See, he was trying to scare me…with his intimidating and now drunk self. And I sat there in front of everyone and tried to ignore it. And his family watched until he started making threats like “just wait until we get home.” Eventually, even the family with the thick blood started to stand up for me. And you guys, I am talking even his partially paralyzed uncle stood up to him. What happened next, you ask? Well, it didn’t take long from there for a fight to break out. And you guessed it…somehow baby daddy #1 started to get into ex’s new boyfriend’s face…and new boyfriend got to scream in his face that he didn’t know what family was. Which, how fucking ironic…considering baby daddy always wanted to talk about how thick their blood was..

Anyways, back to it - Sister #2 ended up taking baby daddy #1 back to our apartment before step-grandpa shut the shit down with a personal phone-call to the authorities. And I’m not sure what happened next, or why, but all of a sudden Sister #1 was asking me for our address. I gave it to her without thinking, and within seconds of hearing her repeat it back to the phone she was on, I realized exactly what I had just done. And…it gets pitiful here - I was already scared shitless to have to go home with him later that night because  I knew that I was going to end up taking the hit for everything that had broken down that day, pregnant or not. Sister #1 had even offered me a bed in her house so that I didn’t have to worry about it. At the time, I seriously felt like she had betrayed my trust - because he was already in trouble with the police and I didn’t want to or think that I could do the whole baby thing without him. I knew what was about to go down and I started freaking out on the couch...and guess who comforted me from there until I went home safely? The previous girl that he had beatEN the shit out of. See, I think she gave the real Sister #1 the 411 on what was about to go down…or would go down if they didn’t step in. Don’t get it twisted…it took me until now to realize that may have played a part in the aftermath, but my ass surely bailed his ass out as quickly as I could get it posted - which was like 4 days. And things were oh so perfect for a few weeks after…until the next low hit - and then we were back at it…and I was even further along in my pregnancy.

Looking back, I’m guessing, technically wondering with my wonder_woman_ass, if the ex _girlfriend/step_sister was trying to do me a solid - one that she herself never did, but later wished she had. Anyways, that’s the one fucking reasons that I am going to sit here and run my loud ass mouth, with the ex step sis included (you know, blended family unblended), for the world to hear - once this fucking book gets published. Don’t worry - he gets a free copy, for 2 reasons:

1. IT IS NOT OKAY TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT. And it def isn’t okay for a man to beat down a woman - with words, or his hands. And what is even more true - is that it is even more wrong to put so much fear into someone that 5 years later they can’t even get shot with a nerf gun by the kid the abuser abandoned - without it triggering some type of PTSD episode. But I am learning that as I fight through the healing, that it sometimes takes a little while to be able to talk about some of the struggles you once went through. Sometimes the courage and bravery doesn’t come until a little later on, once you become a survivor.  2. I hope that by some miracle hearing what you did, and seeing how far that I have gotten from you, reminds you of the low life self you are..and maybe you end up growing a little on the inside - and from afar. 

Sometimes you have to pack up your shit and leave. And sometimes you have to run as far the fuck away from your past as you can, just to keep your baby safe. See, that’s what I had to do. 3 months after baby #1 was born, baby daddy #1 dude dipped for drugs. And not too long after that, he tried to kick down my door to get to our baby that I was trying to protect from his tweaker self, rolling downhill, which was always when things turned violent. And I almost took him back again after that, until he picked his own life over his baby’s first birthday and the option for 50/50 custody. And the only reason I continued to ask for sole custody (with negative hair follicle drug testing pre-monitored-custody-visit confirmed) was because he didn’t show up to court that day.

I HAD to RUN for awhile. And now I have nothing but time on my hands. The chip on my shoulder ain’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It look awhile to get here, but now I know that I don’t have to run. And I can let all of his dirty little secrets out, just to protect myself moving forward - which is what I should have done the first time he ever put his hands on me.

I didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t speak up when I was living through the scariest days of my life - while also trying to stay off drugs for my little growing one in my bellly- and If you can’t/didn’t/won’t speak up while you are living through it, I fucking get that too. And just remember, you will heal when you heal. And one day, the time you spent as a victim won’t matter anymore, because it will be the reason for your success. And that’s why, if you just hold on through the rough, you can be a little voice that makes it Major. 

#Determination #Domestic Violence #C-PTSD #speakupspeakout

[halloweenbitch2764]

I can request a scenario in which the reader is rescued by the police or by someone who cares about her and thinks she is saving from the Slachers (Brahms, Jason, Michael, Vincent, Bo and another killer of her choice).

What would happen next, would the Slachers go after their reader and bring them home with them? Would the Slachers cause a massacre with people who cross your path, perhaps?

((Note: S / O is not a victim or hostage of the Slashers, but his girlfriend)).

Absolutely! Thank you for the request and patience! I think family/friends will work better in these situations so I hope you don't mind! Also I'm gonna skip Michael because I can't come up with anything for him and the other scenarios are super long. I hope it makes up for it <3

TW: Violence

F/N: Friends Name

Brahms Heelshire

It had definitely taken some getting used to when it came to living with Brahms

Between the HUGE mansion and the man himself

But you adapted into the role and settled in relatively well

However, you dropped contact with outside people quite suddenly

The cell reception had became increasingly worse and the landline phone had finally given out

When you tried to leave Brahms would insist on you staying

Which left your brother quite worried (pretend if you don't have one)

After multiple failed call attempts he decided to visit the address you had given him after accepting the job

He continued to try and call once he landed

Sure he'd be annoyed if you answered but would be happy you even did

However you didn't

So he made his way out to the mansion and parked in front of you

You were busy doing some cleaning and hadn't heard the car door slam shut

Brahms did though

A knock rang from the front door and you answered it, seeing your brother in front of you

You were confused and questioned why he was there

"You haven't been answering ANY of my calls. What the hell happened?" He seemed more concerned than angry

You knew Brahms would have heard him by now and one major rule was "no visitors"

Your stomach dropped

"Oh, um. The cell reception here is garbage and I haven't had time to get a new landline." You partially lied

"Well I'm glad you're safe. Mom wanted me to stay for a few days if that would be alright. I hate to invite myself but you know how mom is."

Your stomach sank further

"U-Uh actually, I'm not allowed to have visitors stay. Really not supposed to have anyone stay at all."

He raised his eyebrow. "Aren't you just watching some doll? Come on, Y/N you gotta be lonely. This place seems huge."

"Just go back home and tell mom I'm fine. I'm gonna be here till my job is done. Okay?" You wanted to make him leave without worrying him or him seeing Brahms

However, you noticed his eyes shift behind you and then widen

Oh fuck

"Go. Home." You told him but he didn't have to be told twice, already halfway to his car

You turned around to see Brahms behind you and you figured his size was enough to scare your brother

You just hoped he wouldn't tell your mom what really happened

Jason Voorhees

You had been at Camp Crystal Lake with Jason for quite a bit before anyone came to see if you were there

Cell reception was basically nonexistent so you hadn't had contact with the world since you had decided to stay with Jason

Your sister (pretend if you don't have one) remembered how much you loved Crystal Lake though and wondered if maybe you had ran away to the abandoned and dilapidated cabins

You were just taking a walk when your heard a female voice screaming your name

You instantly knew who's voice it was

You hoped Jason hadn't heard, scared of what he would do to her for trespassing

You ran towards the voice and you thought your sister was going to faint when she saw you coming towards her

"Y/N?" She almost didn't seem to believe you were right in front of her

"Hey dork, what's up?" You asked, trying to seem casual

"What's up?" She seemed stunned and then angry. "What do you mean 'what's up'?! You ran away and then just act as if nothing happened?!"

"Hey keep it down. Look, I'm sorry. I just was tired of everything and decided to see if I could stick it out here by myself for a while. I'm trying to renovate an old cabin to make a sort of house and I don't want ANYONE knowing where I am." The whole story was pretty much a lie. "I was just so overwhelmed with everything I needed a getaway. Don't tell anyone where I am. Please?"

She was silent as she processed everything. "What about Jason? Isn't he supposed to kill anyone who lives here or roams here?" She was almost positive the whole story of Jason wasn't real but she was still curious

"Well I mean. I'm still intact so I'm gonna say he doesn't exist." You lied.

She nodded a bit. "I've just been so worried about you. Just...try and let me know you're okay ever so often. Alright?"

You nodded and she headed back for her car

Once she was out of sight you started to head back to the cabin only to bump into Jason's chest

You jumped slightly in surprise, not having heard him sneak up and explained that she was your sister

He nodded before bringing you back to the cabin

Vincent Sinclair

You were sitting silently in the woods with Vincent as a victim made their way into the small town, pulling into the gas station

You were fairly far away and hidden by the foliage but you recognized who stepped out of the car

He had papers in his hand with large red letters spelling "MISSING" on the top and your face under it

It was your friend

Well he thought of himself as your friend

You didn't mind him but he would act obsessive towards you, wanting to hang out as much as possible and even interjecting himself into conversations you were having

You knew he had good intentions but couldn't help but feel annoyed just by his presence

He walked into the gas station, likely to ask about you

You knew what would happen

Vincent seemed to notice how closely you looked at the guy

It was different from past victims

"Who's that?" He signed

"An old...friend of mine. Well, he thought we were friends. He got on my nerves." You signed back

Vincent nodded a bit as you continued, "He had a thing for me I think. He was obsessed to say the least."

Jealousy started to come over him at what you said even though he knew you didn't return the feelings

He'd make sure he wasn't made into a wax figure

Just tortured and then disposed of

Bo Sinclair

You leaned against the gas station counter as Bo worked in the garage as per usual

You were fairly sure it would just be another normal day

Nobody coming to bother you

However a car pulled up and parked by a gas pump, shutting off as someone stepped out

No

No it couldn't be

Your old friend

You hadn't spoken to her in years

She still looked the same

You didn't know if you hoped she wouldn't recognize you or that she would

She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head as she pushed the door opened but stopped in her tracks as her eyes scanned your face

"Y/N?"

You reluctantly nodded and stood up, walking out from behind the counter

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug to which you returned

"I-I can't believe this. We all thought you were dead!" Emotions swirled rapidly through her voice. Pain, excitement, nostalgia

"What?" You asked, confused

"I've missed you so much." She held you by your shoulders. "I didn't even mean to come here. I made a wrong turn and then was gonna come ask for directions."

Well that sounded oddly familiar

"Well I'm glad to see you. I'm alright. Just uh, decided to live here. I like how secluded it is." She turned to look at the side door to the garage as it was pushed open and Bo entered the room.

"Well hello there." He said in his normal charming accent, greeting your friend and seeing her as a victim. "Who might you be?"

"Oh this is F/N, she's been friends with me since we were in school."

He nodded a bit and she raised her eyebrow. "Well who's this Y/N?" She smirked

"This is Bo. He's my boyfriend. He works in the mechanics shop." You told her

She nodded and smiled.

"Well have a look around if you want any snacks. I gotta help Bo with something in the garage." You lied, tugging him into the garage and shutting the door behind you

"Do NOT hurt her." You sternly said and he raised his eyebrow

"I can't risk her telling people about this town." He responded.

"She doesn't even know what this town is. I think she missed the sign." You told him and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose

"She could be lying."

You shook your head. "She won't tell anyone."

You walked back out and smiled at her, taking her money to pay for her snack

"You didn't see me okay?" She raised her eyebrow

"Some things happened that I don't want to get into right now but I can't go back for a while. Just let them think I'm dead and move on. Okay?" She nodded after a moment

"Have a safe trip." You said sweetly, giving her one last hug before she left

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Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

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