#nope not happing

[papershipghosts]

how am i just finding out it's Trans day of visibility

#HOW DID MY DAD EVEN KNOW AND WHY DID HE TRY WISHING ME ONE #the fact my libertarian father knew before I did says alot about us #bro was tripping over his words too looked like a fool #“happy easter” “nah fuck that don't you mean uhh hap- happy..transgender Holid-” “nope you're done” (he is now laughing hysterically)

[skin-slave]

Thinking about him.

#camp cretaceous #hap #bad guy draws the line at kids is good ok #it has that same feel as #im gonna wait till you retrieve your weapon before swinging again bc im evil but im also fair #the kids are tough af but theyre still teens and most of them just want the burden lifted for a moment #that they buy the facade #and hes like nope not today #im not that kind of villain #to the point that he faced the mfin baryonyx to give them a head start #fuckin badass #he deserves a comeback

[percentstardust]

daenerys would not marry jon even if it secured her claim to the iron throne more. she doesn't need a man to secure the iron throne. hope this helps.

#& what the hap is fuckening ( ooc ) #also she never started a romance with him and even if she did #after finding out they're related she would nope out of the relationship #further more dany's claim is just as strong as jon's #sorry i am mad and bitter abt how i have gotten hate over how i write dany #all bc she isn't linked to a man

[waffles-art-writing]

Times Where Your Mind Takes Over - Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader (Kinda Head Cannons)

Summary: It has barely been a few months since you were able to leave the medical wing, the psychical wounds healing and scarring, mental… not so much. All the times your mind has taken the wheel and makes you crumble beneath its grasp, how all the boys of the 141 help you through your pain.

(Thank you @boogieman-23 & @tomhardy41 for your comments! And the inspo! Sorry if it’s not what you had in mind, I hope you don’t mind the tag!)

(Part 2 to JOKER) Sorry this took so long to get out.

Proofread: Nope, couldn’t be bothered.

Pairing: 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader

WordCount: around 4.5K

Age Rating: PG13

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: PTSD, Anxiety, mentions of torture, conscious of self image, weapons, injury, Normal COD stuff, PTSD Nightmares.

May turn this into a proper series! Comment if you are interested in that :)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

It’s been almost five weeks since you got out of the medical wing, you stayed in your room a lot more than before the mission and being caught. You locked yourself up in your room for the first week, only leaving to shower and get food. The weeks following you attended some of the training, always having a balaclava or a black medical mask on. You hid from prying eyes of other people, avoiding areas with a lot of other soldiers. If you had to go into an area with ten or more people you would beg one of the boys to come with you, most commonly if it was Soap who joined you. Or you would just avoid it and wait. But now at week five you have gained the courage to mill around the base by yourself more often, keeping your face covered always.

Ignoring the lingering gazes of people, or the quiet conversations you hear around you. You're gaining back your courage, your old out going self is slowly coming back, until you were left alone in the gunnery with a new recruit.

You worked quietly at a table off to the side of the room cleaning your new sniper rifle, thanks to Price, he was able to get your rifle back to you in somewhat good condition after it was abandoned back where your life got turned upside down. The sound of fabric on metal, the satisfying clicks of parts going together, it’s calming. That is until someone walks into the room, you feel their eyes burning holes in your back, your movements falter when you hear them walk up behind you.

The feeling of dread rushing through you as you think fast, your mind not connecting the dots of this is a gunner on base, people come and go. But with it being late in the evening, you thought you would be by yourself. Your body moves before your mind can protest.

You whip around, your fist clenched around the handle of the small pocket knife you had on the table, your blade mere inches from the poor recruits throat. You stare him down, your eyes dark, fear is driving you, nothing but bone chilling fear courses through you. Your arm drops, the realisation hitting you in the face like a sack of bricks. You mumble out a quick apology as you throw everything hap-hazardly into the rifle case, not caring as you zip it up. You dart out the room, not running, not sprinting, just hauling ass at a quick walking pace. The dim halls lighting your way out into the compound, leading into the mess hall that is connected to the barracks - the place you desperately want to be - attempting to avoid as many people as possible.

You speed walk down the corridor, weaving in and out of other soldiers, your rifle case clutched in your hand.

The pounding of your heart thumps in your ears, blood rushing, mind racing, not a single thought about what’s in front of you. The only thing that is racing through your mind is the heart stopping feeling of someone behind you, the eyes of a predator biting into you. You’re practically shaking as you walk towards the doors of the barracks your team resides in. You fumble with a keycard that's in your pocket, your hands shaking as you swipe it through the slot. “Come one” you mumble as you try again, the red light buzzing again. The small screen lighting up presents a ‘Cannot Read Card’. You try again, and again, the same declined buzz sounding out.

You growl out in frustration as you wipe the card on your shirt, hot tears blur your vision, your throat tight like you cannot breathe. Suddenly everything seems to disappear, the tight throat, the fear of the man that caused you harm coming back to get you.

The feeling of safety envelopes you when a gloved hand wraps around yours, you jump out of your skin at first. You look up to see your Lieutenant, his eyes cold as ever but there's the hint of worry dancing in them. “Easy love…” he mumbles, keeping his voice low to not startle you more. He sees you shaking, he watched you struggle with the Key card a few times before he decided to come help you. “Breathe, focus, you're safe” his voice is calm, you nod as you let his hand guide yours through the process of swiping the card. The light turns green and the sound of the door unlocking rings in your ears.

You push forward, Ghost not too far behind, he managed to take your rifle case from you without being caught. You don't even make it to your room before you collapse to your knees in the corridor. Quiet sobs fill the room, Ghost’s quiet footsteps barely audible as he approaches you carefully, knowing how you feel. He’s experienced his own form of torture, paranoia, fear and the feeling of something or someone coming back to continue to pummel you with their hellbent rage. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch you, just stands next to you quietly. Allowing you to drain your emotions without fear of someone coming in, seeing you weak and vulnerable

You walk into the corridor, you fall to your knees, finally you’re somewhere that no one can see you. At least no one outside the 141 that is. Ghost stands next to you, not talking, not touching. He’s not good with words, he himself just bottles everything up and shoves it deep inside with Simon Riley to be able to become the infamous Ghost.

You stand on shaky legs, a few sniffles coming out as you brush the dirt off your knees. Ghost places his hand on the small of your back, quietly telling you he’s there if you need him, his actions are more than you could ask for.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

You finally got convinced by Soap to spar with him, finally getting you out og the cocoon of a blanket burrito he found you in. You were moping around the small common room that’s in the barracks you share witht he 141, everyone could tell that something put you off, resetting your progress of coming back to your normal self. Ghost knows, no one else does, the silent Lieutenant kept your break down hour between you and him. He hasn’t even told Price, your captain.

The sparring was going well, your confidence in hand to hand combat still there. You discarded the black medical mask not too long ago, finding it easier to breathe without it while inside. You’ve managed to pin Soap to the mat, a confident smirk on your face, a glimpse into the real you. “Fuck- I thought you would’ve gotten worse without training for as long as you did.” The Scotsman huffs out, sweat dripping down his brow, his smile not leaving his face, happy you’re coming out of your shell again. You step away from him to let him get up, you wipe your face with your shirt, ignoring the twinge in your side from a punch he landed on you.

The sound of the metal hinges chime out, your body freezes, mind going into overdrive as your eyes widen. Your mask is on the other side of the room by your bag and Soap’s. “Lass, look at me” he's quick to draw your attention away from the new presence in the room, his hands come to rest on your shoulders, making you look at him. “Joker, look at me, not at the mirror, not the people behind you. Me, got that?” His voice is low, almost commanding compared to his normal cheerful and playful tone he most commonly uses.

You nod, your breathing picking up in pace as you glance at yourself in the wall mirror of the gym, the scars that adorn your face stick out like a sore thumb. Soap uses his thumb to guide your face back to his, brows furrowed slightly as he makes you look at him.

Why are they in here, what are they doing here? Are they here to judge you? Stare at your scars? Tease you? Bully you? Make fun of you? Here to push you against the wall and poke at you, cause you more pain, point out all the damage that has been thrust upon you without your permission. Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, make you want to lock yourself in your room and wallow in self hatred. “Lass, look at me.

“Johnny- I can’t… I can’t do this…” You mumble, leaning into him, hiding your face in his chest, your fingers curl around a dark blue shirt he is wearing. “Okay, okay, just hold onto me doll I’ll get you out of here. You just gotta focus on me okay?” He looks down at you, you nod your head. Soap cautiously leads you out of the room, the rowdy group of people too caught up in their conversation to notice you two slipping out the door. Soap scoops you up in his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

Your heart beat is in your ears, the rushing feeling to your head makes you feel nauseous, bile rises up into your throat. “I’m gonna be sick” You mumble, biting your tongue to try to keep it under control. Soap mumbles out an ‘okay’ luckily you’re mere metres from the bathroom, he kicks open the door, hoping no one is in there going about their business while he hauls his team mate that is about to be sick into one of the stalls.

Burning fills your throat as you cough out your breakfast into the toilet, your hands gripping the edge of the porcelain bowl. The smell makes you feel even worse than before, your body quivers, energy plummeting with your adrenaline from the fear. Soaps large hands rub your back gently, while his other hands back your hair, trying to soothe you. You groan as your stomach twists into more knots, sweat running down your face mixing with tears. “You’re okay Lass…” Soap’s low timbre sounds out from behind you.

You sit back onto your heels, attempting to bring your breathing under control. Soap passes you some toilet paper before flushing the toilet, you wipe your mouth while thanking Soap for everything he has done for you. “Thank you Johnny… for everything.” Soap chuckles lightly while shaking his head, he gently pulls you closer, he can still see you quivering from the fear you can feel. “Nonsense Lass, it's the least I can do.” You huff in annoyance as you snuggle into him, his arms wrapping out you tightly.

It’s peaceful being wrapped up in his arms, despite what just happened and where you are. You can hear his heartbeat, it's even and soothing in your ear. Your breathing evening out, falling in sync with Soap’s. You eventually fall asleep, despite being on the fall in the bathroom. Soap smiles slightly, a huff of air leaving him like a chuckle. His arms loop under your legs and back, lifting you off the ground.

Soap passes a few people in the corridor, ignoring their stares, thankful you naturally hid your face into his shoulder. He bumps into Gaz on the way to your room, thankful he's there to open the barrack doors. “Thanks mate” Gaz shrugs, as he follows you two into the corridor. “Is she okay?” He asks, wondering why Soap is carrying their teammate. “She should be now, got crowded in the gym.” Soap states as Gaz opens the door to your room, he stays by the door watching as Soap tucks you into your bed.

“I’ll go get her some water” the younger man states, walking off. Soap brushes the hair out of your face, fingers dancing over the scars on your face. He pulls your desk chair up next to your bed, leaning his elbows on your bed. “You’re safe Lass, we’re all here, I’m here.” He mumbles as he leans on his arms, rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

You stare into the mirror, eyes locked onto the pale pinkish skin that now adorns your cheeks.

The sinister smile staring back at you, the memory of the blade, the dark gaze, the sinister smirk.

Your hands clutch the sink basin, knuckles white as your breathing becomes shallow and quick.

Tears slip from your eyes, falling down your cheeks and into the white porcelain sink.

That’s when you see him, the same smirk that chills you to your core. Makes your stomach churn like a stormy sea, your eyes widen in fear, your throat constricting as you see the bloody blade come to hover in front of you. The crimson red dripping from the steel, the same red that drips from your cheeks, the pain. Searing pain, blinding white hot pain. You attempt to scream, nothing comes out, your voice nonexistent, useless. You flinch away when no the blade trails along your lips, suddenly seeing your wrists and ankles bound to the chair.

The same man leans in close, his breath fanning over your face, the psychotic look in his eyes sending shivers down your spine. “No, No no no no” you whisper out, your body shaking as tears blur your vision. “No! Go away! You’re dead! I killed you! Leave me alone!” You scream out, tugging against the rope.

A fist connects with the wooden door, banging on it, door handle jiggling. “Lass! Open up!” Soap calls out, his voice scratchy from being woken from your screams, he's just in sweatpants. “JOKER! Wake up!” He steps back, when Ghost comes running down the corridor, Price and Gaz following. “What the bloody hell is going on Johnny?!” Ghost barks out, his eyes dark, the normal black paint around his eyes missing, just a plain black balaclava adorns his face. “She’s having a nightmare! She’s screamin’ bloody murder!” Soap replies as he turns to the team, his face painted with worry. “The door is locked and she’s not waking up” his fists clench when he hears you call out for them, begging for whatever hellish dream your mind is laying out for you.

Ghost stands in front of the door, his large frame casting a harsh shadow on the wood. He backs up, stepping forward again, kicking at the weak point of the door.

The sound of wood splintering fills the room, light floods into the darkness of your room. Your blankets kicked to the floor, pillow hanging off the edge, your own body squirming. “Leave me alone!” You scream, you’re still asleep.

Tears stream down your cheeks, you can hear the faint sound of your name being called. It’s familiar, but desperate, almost begging. You whip your head around to try find the source, your mind racing as you hear the all too familiar nickname. “Lass, wake up!” Soap! It’s Johnny, he’s here, but where? You hear another voice, its firm, commanding, the timbre of the man’s voice comforting.

“Kid, Love, you gotta wake up” Ghost… What are they doing here, but where are they, you need them. “Ghost- Soap? Please! Help!” You whimper out, a choked sob escaping you. A you feel warmth, sudden warmth on your shoulders, hands, rough hands. Familiar hold, it’s Ghost… and Soap. They are here, you can’t see them. “Open your eyes Lass, nothings gonna hurt you.”

You wake with a jolt, your hands clutching at Ghost’s arms, your breathing quick as you sit bolt upright. That’s when it hits you, the constricting feeling of crying, blurry vision. You see Ghost first, then Soap. You shake in Ghost’s hold, terrified to move, to speak, to even blink as you stare wide eyed at the two men. Gaz and Price are by the door, giving you three as much room as possible. Not wanting to overwhelm you. That’s when you lock eyes with your friend, a pained sob falls from you as you reach out to the one of the youngest on the team, Gaz. Ghost has moved to the side, Soap stays seated on the ground by your bed as Gaz walks over.

His sibling-like nature comforts you more than you would care to admit. He moves slowly when he approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of concern as he watches you shake in your spot. You make small grabby-hands to him, he chuckles lightly as he moves closer, knowing you just need the comfort. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your face coming to hide in his neck, quiet sobs can be heard from you as Gaz rub’s your back. He knows the pain of having nightmares so vividly they leave you shaken, not wanting to sleep ever again, hell, they all do.

After some time, your sobs turn to sniffles. Ghost ended up sitting at your desk, Soap behind you, keeping a hand on your shoulder, rubbing small shapes there. Price disappeared for a little while, coming back with extra blankets as pillows. “I have an idea” He states as he stands in the doorway, knowing you love movie nights with the team even though he somewhat finds them annoying. Soap jumps from his seat, happy for sudden movie night in the middle of the night. Gaz chuckles, looking down at you, seeing you smile a little.

He scoops you up, carrying you to the couch in the common area of the 141 Barracks. He settles down, you comfortably snuggled up next to him. Soap cramps himself on the other side of you, dragging Ghost with him. Price takes his spot in an armchair next to the couch, remote to the tv in hand as he flicks on your favourite movie.

Gaz keeps you close throughout the movie, quietly talking to you to keep your mind occupied when the movie goes quiet. You eventually fall back asleep in his arms, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back. Soap leaning on you, one the verge of sleep himself, Price is still awake - albeit barely - while Ghost has his head back, small snores leaving him. There’s a small smile on your face, knowing you're safe and surrounded by the ones that are your teammates, friends, family.

Captain John Price

Gaz, Ghost and Soap are off base. It’s the weekend, they decided to go explore the local area the team is currently situated in, they are here to meet with another task force in a few days. You’ve decided to stay in the safe house, taking stock of what there is and if you need to ask Price to help with getting things.

You are standing in the kitchen, food laid out on the kitchen island, not a lot is there, maybe a night or two dinner’s worth, very little for breakfast and not a lot of energy packed things. Whoever was here last didn’t bother with emptying out the cupboards and fridge of perishables. You’ve gagged multiple times, having to dump the trash bag outside as quickly as possible when it started to stink out the safe house. Price walked into the room to find you holding your shirt over your nose, holding the trash bag as far from you as possible. He chuckles when he watches you come back inside, sighing with relief. “So what do ya got Joker?” He asks, walking up next to, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You groan, leaning on the bench, your notepad in front of you. “Not a lot sir, barely two dinners, not a lot of breakfast food along with nothing full of energy or nutrition. So basically nothing…” you rub the back of your neck as you turn to Price, who is smirking at you. “Ain’t surprised, so we're gonna go shopping or what kid?” You shrug, looking at the food in front of you. “It looks like it.”

You’re standing in front of the grocery store, staring at the large glass sliding doors, it’s like a large daunting tower to you. Your staring at the building like a little kid staring at the school building on their first day, anxious, scared of who’s going to be in there, what’s going to happen. Are people going to see what’s under your medical mask? See the scars? see what happened to you? Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, stare at you like you’re some freak.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, Price is stomping out his cigarette on the ground. “You can wait in the car if you want, kid.” He states as he watches your hands clenched into fists repeatedly, he knows what you're thinking he can practically see the thoughts playing like a movie in your eyes. “Joker?” You lock eyes with him, you let out a breath you didn't even realise you're holding. “I want to do this… Just stay with me? Please?” You ask, you think you sound pathetic, you know you do, you can hear it in your voice. “Of course, I’ve got your six.” Price states, his hand falling from our shoulder to motion towards the doors. “When you’re ready” you nod, making your way to the doors.

So far it's been reasonably quiet, the occasional customer here and there, they haven’t even given you a second glance. Other than the kids, who would be staring at you and Price. You keep telling yourself that kids will be kids, they stare at anything and everything. Price has kept next to you, slightly behind you the whole time, occasionally placing his hand on your shoulder or your back to make sure you know he’s there. However when it comes to the checkout, there's a man in front of you, his stature similar to the devil you see at night, or behind you in the mirror.

His hair is the same. Your breathing quickens, back straightening, muscles tensing. Price stepped away to grab a bottle of something, he said he will be back in a second. The isle he disappeared into only a few metres away, you turn around to try to find him. But your eyes lock onto someone who’s not Price, a woman, she's looking at you with a small smile. You nod your head in return and turn back, staring at your boots. “Are you okay?” The man in front of you asks, he happened to turn around to see you look from the woman to your boots. You flinch when you hear him, your blood turning to ice. You nod again, not looking up at him, not trusting your voice.

The next thing you know is the basket being taken from your hands, the smell of cigars and leather mixed with something like sandalwood, maybe some gunpowder? “She’s okay, thanks mate, just doesn’t like public places too much” its Price, John, your safety blanket. Price stands between you and man, keeping you close to his side as he unloads the basket onto the checkout conveyor belt. You keep your head down, hands in your pockets to fiddle with loose thread that's in there. The young girl behind the counter asks you for your ID, you look a lot younger than John. He got a bottle of bourbon, so in turn you’re asked for ID.

“She’s old enough, I’m paying anyway.” John states, he is already pulling his wallet out. “I’m sorry but I still need to see her ID, I just don’t want to get growled at by my boss, I’m sorry.” John nods his head, understanding why. You fumble with your wallet, trying to pull the driver licence out. You can hear kids talking to their parents, asking why you need to show your ID, other people are talking about things. Your mind twisting them into why are you taking so long? Why do you wear a mask? Why are you so nervous? It feels like it's been ten minutes of you trying to get your ID.

In reality it's been barely a minute, you finally hand over your ID, she looks from the ID to your face. “Okay cool, sorry for the trouble.” John pays and you’re quick to grab the paper bag and walk out.

You get inside the car, slamming the door behind you. John gets into the driver's side, looking over at you hugging the grocery bag to your chest. You’re staring ahead but not actually looking at anything, just aimlessly staring. Your mind racing, eyes wide, brows furrowed, your mask still secured to your face. “Look at me, Joker.” He calmly states, his tone soft to not startle you, his hand is placed on top of your own on the paper bag. “Kid… It’s me Price, John, you know me. Look at me sweetheart.” He tries to gain your attention, slowly bringing you back into the present.

You slowly look towards Price, fear is evident in your eyes. He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing your foreheads together. It’s something he does with you to ground you, you picked it up from him and ended up doing it with everyone else too. Except for Ghost, he doesn’t like being touched, you have done it one or twice, but that was pure luck. Soap loves it, Gaz adores it, Price does it to keep your attention away from your intrusive thoughts. “Focus on me Joker, you're safe, you’re with me.” You focus on his voice as your eyes flutter closed, your hands gripping the paper bag of groceries tighter. “You can get through this, you're strong, you’re one the best.” his grip on your jaw is grounding, it's firm but not tight.

You open your eyes again, your thoughts slowing down, your breathing back to normal as you look at price. “That’s my girl.” He states with a smirk, pulling away, ruffling your hair slightly like a young child. “Th… Thanks Price.” You mumble, wiping the loose tears from your eyes as you settle down in your seat. “No need to thank me kid, my door is always open if you need me. You know that, right?” He raises a brow as he looks at you, turning the key in the ignition. “Right.” You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you watch Price pull out of the parking lot, driving towards the Safehouse.

You’re beyond thankful for this help, support from all of them. All of them taking their time with helping you with your trauma, anxiety, and the stomach churning nightmares.

#soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost mw2 #john price #john price x reader #john price x y/n #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #kyle garrick #cod fanfic

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Just Friends

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: Daniel and Y/n insist they are just friends.

Warnings: Language, fluff, drinking.

Word Count: 2867 words

Authors note: Again, sorry if this isn’t the best piece of writing but we only move forward 😊 Hope you guys like it, can’t wait to hear what you think 😊 Also, don't just the pictures, they were done too quickly with the writing on them :D

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“I didn’t know Daniel was dating someone new?” Charles kept glancing over towards you two.

Despite Daniel being incredibly private about his love life with the public, to the other drivers he would show whoever he was dating off constantly, so why hadn’t he done the same with you?

“Not his girlfriend” Lando shrugged, confused by the situation but knowing that if Daniel wanted to say something, there was no one on earth who could stop him from doing so.

“So, what I’m hearing is she’s single” Pierre had learnt his lesson talking to woman he shouldn’t be, avoiding looking at you too much, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed how gorgeous you were, suddenly fully indulging in taking you in.

“She might be single, but I have never seen Daniel so protective over anyone in my entire life, so I wouldn’t even bother trying” Lando tried to warn Pierre, knowing that there was a 50/50 chance of him actually listening to him.

“But they aren’t dating?” Pierre was pushing his luck, he knew he was, but he wouldn’t really be a good f1 driver if he didn’t now would he?

“How they fuck are they not dating?” Charles refused to believe a word Lando was saying, the way you to were looking at each other, there was no way you weren’t.

Lando just shrugged, “every single time I mention it he says they’re just friends and just kind of leaves it there so I didn’t press the issue, but she is his wallpaper and nonsense too, but I don’t know man, who knows what’s going on with Daniel” he wish he had a better explanation and he really didn’t believe Daniel for a second when he said that you two were nothing more than just friends but every time he asked Daniel was so adamant that he just decided to drop it instead.

“He’s got to be lying” Pierre nodded in agreement along with Charles, there was no way you were that affectionate with just your friend, at least, none of his ‘just friends’ were ever that affectionate with him.

“Max might know more, but trust me when I say this, she is definitely off limits” Lando shot Pierre a warning look again, daring him to attempt anything, Pierre heading the warning this time with a nod of the head, not entirely understanding the situation, but knowing enough about protective Daniel to know that this was not territory he should venture into.

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“So, no Y/n today?” Scott asked as he sat next to Daniel on the balcony, overlooking the Monacan ocean.

“Nah, she’s got some work function, but she should be here in the next hour or so” Daniel triple checked his watch doing the mental calculation on what time you should be arriving, despite you never explicitly saying you would be coming over, you were his best friend, so it was generally a given.

“Cool, cool, yeah, you guys make plans for this evening then?” he knew he wasn’t exactly being sneaky asking, but in his defence he was trying to not get caught prying.

“Nope, but she normally-“

“Normally pops in whenever, yeah, I know” Scott finished his sentence for him, having heard the same thing a million times before.

“I feel like you have something to say” Daniel knew exactly what he wanted to say, it was the same thing everyone wanted to say, but no matter how many times they ask, the answer was never going to change.

“Nope” Scott popped the P, face indicating otherwise.

“Great” Don’t give in Daniel, it’s exactly what they all want, you know what you two are and that’s -  

“Like, you’re sure you two are just friends right?” Scott broke his train of thought, diving right into the same question he hadn’t been able to escape from for weeks, “because like, even your mom thinks there’s something more happening here”

“When did you speak to my mom?” thank you Scott for giving him an out of this conversation.

“We chat” Scott shrugged far too nonchalantly for Daniels liking given that he had just found out one of his best friends was casually talking to his mother like they were mates, “don’t change the topic”

“You’re relentless” Daniel couldn’t do this again.

“You’re keeping shit from your best friend” in truth, Scott was nervous Daniel was going to get hurt, and Daniel keeping secrets, this wasn’t like him, so something was definitely off about the entire situation.

“Thought you were my mom’s best friend” Daniel shot back, using every tactic he could to get out of this conversation.

“Don’t be a smartass mate” Why did they both have to be so stubborn?

The silence a battlefield between the two men, neither willing to give up their position. Luckily for Daniel, you, the ever godsend, rang his doorbell.

“Thank fuck” Daniel hoped Scott heard, wanting him to know how badly he didn’t want to have this same conversation.

Again.

“Ah, speak of the devil” Scoot explained as you joined them on the balcony, you feign offence.

“Come now Scott, we all know I am significantly better looking” you joked around, greeting him with a kiss to the head, always affectionate with those you love, “but now I am curious, what were you saying about me then?” you pressed him, knowing it took absolutely zero effort to get Scott to crack.

“Oh, you know, this and that, talking about you and Daniels precarious relationship” he lifted his eyebrows, questioning you, hoping for the answer he had tried to get out of Daniel.

“Oh god, again? Seriously Scott? Are you truly no better than everyone else?” You could not handle this line of questioning again, it being the only thing you were see all over social media every race weekend these days when it came to the F1 wags.

“Is he bugging you about this too?” Daniel handed you a glass of wine and took his original position on the chair next to Scott, hand wrapping around your thigh as you leaned on his shoulder addressing them both now.

“Neither of you have given an answer though” Check and mate, he was convinced you had to give it up now.

“We’re just friends” you both answered the now well practiced line.

“Fine. Why did she get wine and I didn’t?” None of this was convincing Scott otherwise of you two being just friends.

“You know where the kitchen is”  Daniel jerked his head towards the interior, refusing to get up, “bring the bottle out with you please” Both you and Daniel shot him a look of thanks.

“You both suck” Scoot grumbled his was inside and poured himself a drink before making his way back outside, only two find you two significantly closer, engaged in conversation, completely sure that neither of you even knew he was back.

Fine. You two can attempt to keep this secret, but Scott was going to get you two to admit your feelings for each other one way or another. It suddenly dawning on him that you two might not even genuinely realise how you felt.

With that he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the two of you. Time for him and all the fans to get to work making you two see how you really felt about each other.

“Just friends my ass” he said far too loudly in the hopes you’d hear before taking his seat and opening Instagram.

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ScottJames: My favourite two just friends <3

McLaren: 👀

CharlesLeclerc: @LandoNorris how?!

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Lando had been searching for Daniel everywhere, boredom taking over at the McLaren garage as both their cars were being fine tuned for the race weekend, eventually making his way to Daniel drivers’ room.

He knew Daniel was with you, when was Daniel not with you, but you were always great company for the young driver too, him beginning to love it when you came with to races, always siding with him when he would pick on Daniel.

What did concern him though was the fact that realistically you two had to be in his drivers’ room, but it was dead quiet in there, and that made him very nervous.

Please don’t now be the moment you both realise your love for each other, and he walks in on either a very emotional moment for you both or the kind of moment that would require hm never looking Daniel in the eye again.

He tentatively opened the door and, hoping you’d both stop whatever you were doing so he wouldn’t be scarred.

Instead, he was met with breathes in sync.

There you and Daniel lay, fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Surely neither of you actually believed you were just friends? Friends aren’t as comfortable as you two are with each other. No, what you and Daniel had was something significantly deeper, like, fuck, something deep. He was an F1 driver, not a poet.

Maybe Scott had the right idea of how to go about this entire thing, and with that he quietly snapped a picture of you both before creeping back out the room and putting it on his Instagram.

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LandoNorris: Two just friends napping.

PierreGasly: Do they even know?

CharlesLeclerc: HOW!!

MercedesAMG: The love story F1 deserves <3

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“Could you two please concentrate? Daniel actually has to train you know that right?” Michael adored you two, lord knows he did, but the way you two were constant distractions for each other was beginning to be a challenge for him today.

“Sorry mate, will be there in a second, just showing y/n this thing quick” Daniel didn’t even bother looking up at him, fully engrossed on your reaction to the video and that alone.

This situation needed to be dealt with. How were you two so oblivious to each other’s feelings?

Michael snapped a picture and sent it to Scott.

M; You have the same problem when they are together?

S: CAN THEY PLEASE JUST ADMIT IT!

M: Do they even know?

S: Doubt it, but that’s why I keep putting it on Instagram, maybe everyone else can convince them.

M: You know that’s kind of cruel right?

S: Just put the fucking picture up.

M: It’s a little private though no?

S: Pussy.

S: If they won’t listen to us, maybe they will listen to THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!

S: Daniels mom says put it up.

M: You text Daniels mom?

S: We chat.

Fuck, if Daniels mom said he should, then who was he to argue.

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MichaelItaliano: Two just friends getting ready for race weekend.

Mclaren: Daniels clearly dedicated to something.

LandoNorris: At least one of us will be ready for race day.

YukiTsunoda: @PierreGasly Goals <3

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“See you brought Y/n as your date tonight” Max slid next to Daniel at the bar as he got you both drinks.

“Not you too Max” Daniel couldn’t handle this right now, not when he had this many drinks in him.

“Can you blame me mate?” Maybe it was time someone had an actual straightforward conversation with him about this and if it had to be Max, then so be it.

“Can we not just be friends? Why is everyone so obsessed with us being more?” Daniel was going to need t get one or two extra shots tonight clearly.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you believe the bullshit you two keep spewing that you’re just friends” drunk Daniel was his best bet at having this conversation, so it was now or never.

“I gotta get her drink to her” Daniel opted to avoid the conversation entirely, the bartender handing him his out, not wanting to leave you alone for too long, considering how he had noticed Pierre staring at you this evening.

Before he could leave Max grabbed his arm, forcing Daniel to look at him, “just so we’re clear, you couldn’t say it nor look me in the eye” and with hat Max let him go and turned to the bar, dropping the conversation after that to enjoy his night.

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MaxVerstappen: Love third wheeling two just friends.

Y/nInsta: Please, more like me third wheeling you two all night <3

PierreGasly: You looked beautiful Y/n 😊

CharlesLeclerc: @PierreGasly you are stupid.

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Mclaren: Just friends congratulating and supporting other just friends <3

MercedesAMG: Goals <3

YukiTsunoda: @PierreGasly why don’t you congratulate me like this?

LandoNorris: @CharlesLeclerc This is just getting ridiculous.

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“So, you excited for your two just friends to leave so you can spend the rest of your vacation in a small little romantic Italian town with your real just friend?” Scott nudged Daniel as he joined him and Michael down at the beach while you got ready for dinner.

“I actually hate you both” Daniel shoved Scott into the water laughing all the while.

“It would be the perfect place” Michael thought out loud.

“For what?” Daniel was truly at a loss for what Michael was talking about.

“To admit it” Michael was blunt with his word choice, he knows he was, but it was time.

“Really man, this Daniel, the Daniel with her is the happiest Daniel we’ve ever seen, it’s just you two who don’t realise how you guys feel” this was the most serious Scott had ever been about the entire situation and it was weirding everyone out, including himself.

“Guys, no, listen we’re-“

“Just friends” Michael and Scott finished in unison, the same monotone voice coming from both of them.

“Forget we said anything” Michael could only do so much and if Daniel wasn’t listening then what could he do.

“Speak for yourself, you don’t forget a single thing I’ve said to you, remember this shit constantly, I need it to haunt you” Scott was sure this started out as a joke, but by the end of that sentence he was probably a bit too serious.

“Let’s go, y/n should be ready” Daniel began making his way back to you, truly not caring if either of them actually followed at this pointed.

“You would be the leading authority on all things y/n” and next thing Scott was sprinting in the direction of the Chalets before Daniel could catch him.

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MichaelItaliano: Two just friends just exploring.

Redbull: Romeo oh Romeo

MercedesAMG: I’m just a friend, standing in front of just a friend, asking him to love her.

LandoNorris: *Kiss*

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ScottJames: The totally normal way just friends look at each other.

MaxVerstappen: @DanielRicciardo why do you never look at me like that?

RedBull: @Ferrari why do you never look at me like that?

PierreGasly: @CharlesLeclerc why do you never look at me like that?

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It had been your first full day alone and you and Daniel had just woken up from a nap after spending the entire day on the beach.

“Wine?” you asked, beginning to make you way to the kitchen.

“When do we ever say no to wine?” Daniel surprised you even had to ask.

“I’ll be back now” and with that you had left the room.

Normally Daniel was hyperaware of your every move, but now, he was distracted. Was everyone right? Well, he knew they were right about him, but could you possibly feel the same? Only drawing himself back to reality when he felt you card your fingers through his hair.

“Come back to me hun” you lightly whispered out as you continued walking out to the balcony.

Daniel grabbed his phone, taking a picture of you, one of the thousands already in his phone of you, but this one of specific importance.

This one signified the moment before the change. The image he could go back to again and again in case you didn’t feel the same. The potential last time things were good between the two of you.

Or the moment just before everything changed for the better.

 Daniel hesitantly sat down next to you; the air around you both different this time. It was time. Daniel had more hope now than he had ever had since meeting you. Daniel had to take the chance.

He took in the moment before one second longer before -

“We were never just friends, at least, you weren’t ever just a friend to me”

The air was thick, it was too silent.

“I never was to you was I?”  

“Never”

He always felt that hearing that from you would give him butterflies and fireworks and all the other things that the movies tell you that you should have but instead, what Daniel got was the overwhelming sense of calm, of peace, of the confirmation that this is exactly what his life was meant to be.

“Be mine then.”

“Forever”.

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DanielRicciard: “Just Friends”

ScottJames: FINALLY!!!! You’re mom is gonna be so happy <3

Mclaren: The ending the people deserve <3

CharlesLeclerc: @LandoNorris I fucking told you!!!!

MaxVerstappen: About Goddamn time.  

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[levirgil420]

It terrified me (Ryusui Nanami x GN reader fluff)

Request: Nope

Pairing: Ryusui Nanami x GN reader fluff

Synopsys: Being sick because you overworked yourself is not what you had in mind for today but it brings something very nice too with a certain captain.

Tw: angsty, bit of hust comfort, talk about being sick but nothing bad

Note: My phone died during my holiday and I bought a notebook to write this so I know that it's not the best. I hope you will like it :) I love Dr. Stone and the new season was amazing, can't wait for the next one !!

Ryusui never felt fear, he was the greediest man alive ! Why does he need to feel fear ? Even during the petrification, he was not afraid for his futur. But he met you and he fall hard. When Senku and the other "woke" him up and his eyes met yours...Ryusui knew he desires you.

Before the petrification, you were a student in marine biology and you were friend with Senku, Taiju and Yuzuhira. After your depetrification, you tried your best to help everyone with your science and knowledge. But you missed studying what you love so when the decision to build a ship was made, you were more than thrilled to start the constuction. You too, when Ryusui was depetrified, find him attractive rapidly after your eyes contact.

With his passion for sailling and yours for marine biology, the txo of you bounded quickly and in between your stories in the sea and helping Senku with the ship, everyone notice the simple flirt with each other.

You liked Ryusui and was not a surprise when you realized it. Maybe he was the greediest man but he was kind (especially with Suika), always wanted to help and Ryusui was determided thanks to his desire for everythings (plus he was handsome which didn't help your crush on him).

But builiding the ship was more important so you put mind and body literally on it to distract yourself. You redoubled your efforts and worked even harder when the sonar was ready to be used making you forget sometimes to eat or sleep. Senku was a little bit concerned for your health: being sick in the Stone World was not easy even with the sulfa drug. After a sort of little talk and a lot of apology from you, things became normal again. However, a few weeks later, you started again, neglejecting your health with too much work. Your skin your skin looked paler and paler and your eyebags became more visible. Ryusui was worried sick for you and was always here asking you if you were okay but you always brushed it off by saying thats it's just a cold, that it wil pass and to not worry about you.

Somedays later, you were with Taiju and Suika picking up plants and fruits, you knew it was not a good idea with your blurry vision and your tiredness but like always, you wanted to help. The sun was high and you felt weird

Suika: Are you okay Y/n ? You seem a bit lost...

Y/n: Yeah don't worry, I'm fin-

Suddenly a light headed feeling came over you and your vision worsened.

Suika: Y/n ?

Y/n: Don't worry, I just need a break, the heat's not helping.

Your head began to hurt really badly and the dizzy feeling wouldn't go away. Suika was worried now and before she could call Taiju, you fainted. Taiju, who heard the sound of your fall, ran over your uncunscious body and tried to "woke you up".

Taiju: Y/n ! Y/N !!

*in the Ishigami village*

Taiju: SENKUU !!

Everyone in the village turned their heads when they heard the panicked scream of their friend. Taiju were carrying you bridal style ,with Suika who were crying not far behind and ran quickly toward his geen haired friend. Senku was with the others Wise Commanders talking about all their unfinished tasks when Taiju arrived in front of them in a hurry with you in his arms, still uncunscious. Every eyes widened seeing in what state you were and quickly went over him.

Gen: What happened ?

Taiju: I don't know! They were with Suika and then they were on the floor unresponsive !

Suika arrived with Kohaku and after taking breathes to calm herself, she began telling what happened with a little bit more details.

Senku: Bring them to the laboratory. Now.

All of your friends followed Taiju toward the labo where he laid you on the bed and left you with Senku's science.

However, one person didn't follow, Ryusui couldn't move or speak, allof his body was shaking and his mind was blank. The only thing he could see was you, unresponsive and unconscious in the arms of Taiju...A shiver rolled down his spine and he knex: Ryusui never felt fear until now. The tought of loosing you terrified him and he hated it...He was so lost in his mind that he didn't feel Francois's presence and Suika taking his hand until she squeezd it.

Suika: Don't worry, the will be fine...They said in themsleves.

Francois: I have to agree with Miss Suika. Y/n is strong and it's not that that will stop them to follow their dream of navigation.

It gave him a little bit of hope and Ryusui squeezed back Suika's embrace and nodded to his chef.

Ryusui: Yeah, thank you.

Suika gave him a kind smile before she let him go to the lab with the others

Chrome: So it's not like Ruru's illness ? Because if it is, we need to give them the medecine.

Senku: No need. They just have an high fever because they overworked themselves. Y/n need to rest , take more care of their health and stop overso everything idiot.

Kohaku: So they will be fine ?

Senku: Didn't you listen Lioness ? Yes they're going to be fine.

Kohaku: I'm not a lioness !!

Gen: Okay, maybe we need to leave dear Y/n rest but leaving them alone might be not a great idea...What if their condition worsens ? Someone need to be with them.

Every person in the room knew what Gen was doing and decided to play along.

Chrome: Yeah good idea but with Senku we need to do some...science stuffs.

Chrome's acting was not the best and they all knew that. So they all gave one by one arguments and reasons to why they can't watch you to cover it.

Gen: And you dear Ryusui ? You're the only one who is not occupied. You could be with Y/n !

Everyone nodded their heads before hurrying out, leaving Ryusui and you alone without him saying anything. He was not dumb, knowing the mentalist, Gen saw right through him and knew about the desire he has for you. Ryusui sighed with a smilebefore entering more in the lab to take care of you the best he can.

*Night time*

Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the small light of a candle. You tried to get yourself into a sitting position but stopped quickly and laid down again immediately because of a terrible headache. You let out a grunt of pain before bringing your hand on your forehead.

Ryusui: Y/n ! You're finally awake ! How are you feeling ? Do you need anything?

You didn't know at first that Ryusui was there with you, to lost to even know were you where...Closing you eyes again, you turn your head to face him and open them to see a soft but worried smile on his face.

Y/n: What happened? Why I am in the lab ?

Ryusui: Well, you overworked yourself to the point of sickness and exhaustion so when you were with Taiju and Suika picking up plants, you fainted and Taiju took you here.

You let the information sunk in your head,making a note to yourself to thanks Taiju and Suika tomorrow.

Y/n: And why are you here ? Not that I don't appreciate it ! But Senku or maybe Chrome would have been the one I expect when I wake up sick.

Ryusui: You're doubting my medecine skills ?!

Y/n: You're a sailor !!

Ryusui: And ??

The captain made a false hurt expression to be dramatic, making you chuckle. You let out another grunt of pain because of your laugh which alerted Ryusui who quickly replaced the cold clothes on your forehead and neck that fell when you "sit up". Your checks which were already red because of your fever, reddened more because of (or thanks to) the proximity between the two of you.

His touches were gentle but you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. Your eyes widened a little when you saw, right after, the worried frown on his face. You never saw him this scared,not even in the storm. He was always so confident (and greedy) that being the reason of his fear made you feel a bit guilty. A weird yet comfortable silence was in the room before you took Ryusui's hand to stop him.

Y/n: What's going on? I can tell that you're not okay.

Ryusui didn't respond immediately and a more saddened expression came on his handsome eyes. He was struggling to find the right answer and in the same time to maybe express his feelings for you. With this misadventure, the blond haired man knew that he needed to tell you before it's too late.

Ryusui: I...I was terrified. When I saw you unconscious in the arms of our friend my heart skipped a beat and not a good one. You were not moving, only your chest was and it seemed like you were on the verge of death. I couldn't move, fear overtook my body when everyone went to the lab to help Senku. I thought that we were loosing you, that I was loosing you and it terrified me...

Y/n: You didn't loose me Ryusui, I'm here and alive. Okay I'm not in my best shape but I'm not dead.

To accentuate your point, you out his hand on your (rapid) beating heart. You were now blushing hard and when he looked at you, you saw a faint redness on his checks making him more beautiful and less sad.

Ryusui: There also something else I need to tell you. It's maybe not the right time but it's very important.

You nodded your head for him to continue.

Ryusui: I love you Y/n, a lot. The thought of living without you scare me but not saying my desire for you before it's to late is scarier ! I love you since the first eye contact and days after days my desire grew.

All of your face was deep crimson red now, thanks to his confession, with a happy and soft smile on your lips. Squeezing his hand which was still on your heart, Ryusui looked at with hope squeezing your hand back.

Y/n: I...I desire you too Ryusui, since the first day and forever.

Your shaky confession made his eyes widened but a big smile appeared on his lips. Ryusui laughed of relief with his iconic laugh making you joining him with your own soft laugh to not hurt your throat or head again, still feeling sick.

The comfortable silence made you yawn so you slowly closed your eyes feeling rather tired.

Ryusui: When everything will be over. I will like take you on a date.

You smiled for yourself, still with you closed eyes.

Y/n: Yeah, I will like that if you do.

It was his turn to smile

Ryusui: I want to kiss you

You were already fast asleep when he said it so with a found look, Ryusui softly kissed your hand (still locked with his), listening to each breath you take, comforting himself that you're alive and now his.

*the next morning*

Everyone were relieved to see you in a better shape than yesterday and this time, Senku made it clear that you are not leaving your bed for 3 days even if you told him that you were ready to help again.

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Thank you again for reading this fic ! I hope that you liked it !

Sorry for my grammar errors

English is not my first language:)

#ryusui x reader #ryusui nanami x reader #ryusui nanami #dr stone x reader #dr stone #x reader #x gn reader #fluff

[lostfirefly]

Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.6)

This is my gift to the world for International Women's Day :) The world didn't ask me to, but I don't care :) Pain continues leading me to art :)

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy and Catherine continue searching for parts of the scepter.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, adventure, Buggy's inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 5728 (sorry, this chapter is long again)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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“Jesus Christ, Buggy, fuck off.” Catherine ran out of the bath, holding a towel in her hands and pulling on her underwear. 

“Why are you angry? It was so-o-o good, baby! I'm glad your Buggy Bear can make you moan his name out loud. Geez, it's like music to my ears!” He followed her out, smiling happily.

“Screw you!” She threw the towel at him. “Hate you! Do you even know how to control yourself?” She stood next to the bed and put on a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants. 

“Of course I know, I'm not an animal. Don’t be mad and come to me.” Buggy separated his hands, grabbed Catherine with them, and pulled her towards him. 

“Fuck you and your chop chop shit! Let me go!!” She tried to pry his hands off. 

“Nope.” He hugged her from behind. 

“What you did to me is unforgivable.” She was blushing. 

“Calm down, cotton candy, no one heard us.” He kissed her temple. 

“Actually, I heard you!” A male voice came from behind the wall. 

“Oh, my god!” Catherine covered her face with her hands. 

“Sorry! But that was hot! I was hap..” The voice wanted to continue the conversation. 

“Shut up, or I'll cut your throat!” Buggy barked at the man. “Do you want me to go and kill him, my little pie?” He whispered quietly in her ear and buried his face in her hair.

“No-o! Let him live.” Catherine removed her hands from her face, placed them on his hands and started chortling.

“What's so funny?” 

“God, I never thought I'd start a relationship with a clown with whom I'd have hot sex in a shower in a motel in the middle of the desert. And there will be a man lying in the next room who'd hear how you are fucking me.” She shook with laughter. “My mom and sister would be shocked. How did their little decent Catherine come to this?” 

“I don’t even know if I should be offended now or not. I’ll never ever force you to do anything against your will.” She heard the sadness in his voice. He was clearly upset.

“Oh, come on, my silly clown.” Catherine turned to Buggy, wrapped her arm around his neck, and ran her other hand through his loose wet hair. “I know that. Don't worry about it, okay?” 

“I’ll never hurt you.” Buggy looked at her with a frightened stare.

“I know!” Catherine stroked his chest. 

“So, you're not angry at me, right? Because I…”

“Shush!” She put her finger to his lips. “Everything is fine. But do me a favor.”

“Anything you want, Cathie-pie.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. 

“Please get dressed. You've been naked since the moment you ran out of the bath after me, and our curtains are open.” She pointed with her gaze to the window behind which stood a family with a small child with their jaws dropped.

Catherine turned to the window and went to close the curtains, not knowing whether to be ashamed of the whole situation or proud. 

She smiled, waved to the people outside, closed the curtains and turned to Buggy, who was sitting on the bed. “My blue-haired love, please. Underpants. I see your... well…Buggy Balls.” She flushed. 

He detached his hand, grabbed Catherine's wrist and pulled her sharply towards him, sitting her on his lap. “So? We can do something more interesting while I'm like this.” Buggy hugged her, clucked his tongue and smashed his lips into hers. His kiss was a little sloppy at first, but became deeper. 

Catherine instantly cupped his face and pressed herself against him. She began to moan through the kiss, feeling his hand slide up her thigh.

“No, no!” She struggled but broke the kiss. “Get away from me, fucking clown!” Catherine slapped his hands. “That’s it. I'm getting up now and gonna make us breakfast. You get dressed and come to me, okay?”

Buggy pouted and sighed heavily. “Okay.”

Catherine smiled and pecked him on his nose. “I love you.”

She got up from his lap and quickly ran to the kitchen. She made his favorite breakfast and brewed coffee.

“Are you coming? Everything's ready.” Catherine was putting the plates on the table when Buggy came to the table and plopped into a chair. 

“You know, when I told you to get dressed, I didn't mean to go out in just a pair of very short underpants. You could at least wear boxers, otherwise you look like a stripper.” She poured him coffee, put it on the table and kissed him on the cheek. 

“You like what you see, don't you?” He smiled slyly. 

“Oh my god.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Eat up. Your favorite fried eggs with lots of bacon and five sausages.” 

Buggy happily stuck his fork into the sausage and took a big bite. “Yummy! Thank you!” He mumbled with his mouth full. 

“Buggy, chew first, then talk. We've discussed this more than once.” 

Catherine checked the drawers in the kitchen. “Sugar. There's no sugar in here. Oh, wait, I grabbed some at the diner. Otherwise, I will be visited by a whining Buggy who will begin suffering because he cannot drink coffee without sugar. And then I’ll definitely kill you.” 

Catherine went to her bag and pulled out a couple of packets. “I think we'll eat and cont-- Why are you wearing just one sock?” She looked at him, pointing her fingers at his feet. 

Buggy shrugged and bit the sausage. “I couldn't find the other one.”

“Jesus Christ! If you couldn't find the second one, take the pair that has two socks. I can't believe it, Buggy. You drove me crazy today.” 

“Just today? I thought I could do this almost every night. And twice this morning. If you know what I mean.” He chuckled idiotically and started imitating her voice. “Hate you, Buggy, Oh, fuck me, Buggy. Please, Buggy, don't stop, yes, more. Geez, I love hearing that.” He took a bite of the sausage.

“Shut up! You're pissing me off!!” She hit him on the head, threw the sugar packets on the table, and went back to the bags. “Honestly, you're like a big baby sometimes. Although why sometimes. You're always like a big baby.” Catherine found a clean pair of socks in her bag and walked back to him. “How did you even live before me? I wouldn't be surprised if, before you met me, you could have been lying drunk in an alley somewhere.”

Buggy looked at her, chewing the bacon, and smiled strangely. 

“Oh, my God! You were lying drunk in an alley somewhere?” She threw socks at him. 

“So what?” He asked, stuffing three pieces of bacon into his mouth.

“So what? Well, I don’t know. You could have been hurt. You could have been beaten or robbed.”

“Meh..”

Catherine poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the chair. She sipped her coffee, watched Buggy happily spooning bacon onto a sausage, and started laughing. 

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, dipping the sausage in the yolk. 

“God, I went to a good university. My parents would be shocked at who their daughter fell in love with.” Catherine brought the mug up to her nose and squinted her eyes. 

Buggy raised one eyebrow in the silent question. 

She giggled. “Eat your breakfast, idiot!” 

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“I'm telling you, you read the map wrong!”

“Stop grumbling, Buggy! I couldn't read it wrong. See, in the copies it was written to go on the Long Ring Long Land highway. Shit. Another stupid name.” Catherine mumbled. 

They were standing in the middle of a part of the desert that was covered with few plants. The place seemed lifeless. 

“I'm telling you, we're lost!” 

“Jesus, will you stop whining?” She lightly punched the navigator in the car a few times. “The damn thing sometimes malfunctions from the heat.”

“We're standing in the middle of nowhere, and we don't know where to go.” Buggy picked up a bottle of water and took a small sip. 

“Don’t be nervous.” Catherine put her hand on his wrist and gently ran her fingers over it. He immediately fell silent. “Hm. I think I've found my way to calm you down.” She said quietly.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She ran her hand over his ponytail. “Oh, look! There's some kind of caravan out there. Wait a second!” Catherine got out of the car and ran forward.

“Catherine, wait!” Buggy quickly looked out the side window and slapped his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck!” And quickly went after her. 

Catherine ran across the sand towards the caravan. It was a big group of people, some of whom were sitting on camels, some of them walked on the ground, carrying the bags. Almost all were wrapped in clothes of fine rose-colored silk.

“Sir, sir!” Catherine ran up to the man sitting on the first camel. “Excuse me!” 

The man made a motion with his hand and the caravan stopped. He jumped off the camel and approached Catherine.

“What can I do for you?” The man asked with a low voice.

“Another one without a t-shirt.” She thought in her head. 

It was a very tall, light blond-haired, very lean and muscular man with tan skin. He was dressed in a green belt, and orange pants with white stripes, his light pink feather coat and wore thin white sunglasses with red lenses. He walked with an odd, bow-legged waddle. 

Catherine looked at him, blinking rapidly, and all she could say was, “Aren't you hot in your pink coat?” 

“Did you stop me asking that question?” Asked the man. Catherine looked at him more closely.

“What? Oh, no! I'm sorry! Would you mind...” Catherine felt Buggy's hand on her arm.

“I've told you a million times not to do that!” He hissed through gritted teeth and glared at the man in the pink coat. Buggy instinctively pulled Catherine a little closer to him. 

She pulled her hand from his arm and took two steps forward, walking over to the man in the fur coat, and showed him the notebook. “Look, we’re looking for this place.” Catherine pointed her finger somewhere on the sheet. “We were on the right road, but either we got lost or something else.” 

“Why would such a beautiful girl go to those godforsaken lands?” The man asked. “I'm Doflamingo, by the way.” 

“Your parents were cruel to name you that.” She shook her head. “Never mind. We're just tourists from Loguetown. My boyfriend and I came to Egypt to see the ancient beauties. So here we are, traveling back and forth, seeing all sorts of ancient stuff.” 

Catherine noticed Doflamingo shift his gaze to the clown as soon as she said the word “boyfriend”. 

“Weird.” He took two steps toward Catherine, stood behind her back, and put his finger in his notebook, slinging his arm over her shoulder. “You see this road right here.” 

“Uh-huh.” She took a small step forward. 

“So he can go that way.” He whispered in her ear, glancing at the clown. “And you, you can join my caravan.” 

Catherine turned her head and looked at him questioningly. Doflamingo winked at her.

“Why do men in Egypt talk to me like that?” She threw his arm off of her. “Listen, DogDingo or whatever your name is.”

“Doflamingo, actually.”

“Whatever. I can break your back if you don’t tell me where to go.” Catherine looked at him angrily.

“Okay. This is where you need to go. Now you're going to take this road right here.” He put his elbow on her shoulder and pointed in the direction with his finger. You'll see a foxy-shaped cactus and turn right. Drive about another hour or so, and you'll get to the right place.”

Catherine slammed the notebook shut, threw Doflamingo's arm off again, and replied “thank you” sharply. 

She took two steps towards Buggy, who was already getting redder than his nose from either heat or anger, took his hand and ran her fingers over his palm. 

“My little bear, get me away from this strange man.” Buggy hugged her around her shoulder and led Catherine toward the car. She got in, took another easy swipe at the navigator and punched in the coordinates from her notepad. 

Buggy was silent the whole way and clearly not in the mood as Catherine stroked his back.

“You know, when that man said fox-shaped cactus, I didn't think it would be a man-shaped cactus with his hair split into two spikes. There's even a sign here. Foxy City - 500 kilometers from here.” Catherine staring at the plant with interest. 

“Yeah. For all I know, he organized his community and now lives somewhere in the desert.” Buggy replied rather dryly, stepping closer to her. 

“Are you alright? You've been so quiet the whole way. And that's very unusual for my clown.” She ran her hand over his arm. 

“What? Yeah. I'm fine.” 

Catherine walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest. 

“What are you doing?” He asked surprised. 

“I love you and want to give you a hug. I thought you seemed upset after seeing that flamingo-man.” 

“I'm not upset. Big deal that every man on our journey considers it a right to flirt with you.” Buggy placed his hands on her back. 

“Hah, I knew you were jealous!” She squeezed him in her arms.

“I’m not! Better tell me where do we go from here?”

Catherine, without removing her head from his chest, simply pointed her finger in the right direction.

They walked along the very light and very faintly saturated reddish-yellow colored sand for about half an hour. Catherine kept looking at her notepad, orienting herself to the notes on the coordinates, while Buggy was silent the entire time. Catherine looked ahead, then at her notes, then ahead again. 

“Oh my God! Fuck me!! It can’t be!” She started squealing, kicking her legs and threw herself at Buggy with a hug. 

“Geez! What’s wrong, cotton candy?” He stopped pouting and laughed. 

“Do you know what a pyramid is?!” She waved him from side to side and pointed a finger in its direction. 

“I have no idea!”  

Catherine flopped to the ground and grabbed her head. She looked at a smooth-sided pyramid made of limestone. She lay down on the ground and started kicking her legs again. Catherine rolled from her back to her buttocks and looked at Buggy. She smiled broadly, joyfully clenched her hands into fists and jumped up to him with a squeal again. 

“Love.” Smack. “Love.” Smack. Smack. “Love, love, love you.” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

“I’m certainly delighted by your reaction, but maybe you can enlighten me?” Buggy flicked her on the nose. 

“Ouch!” She scratched her nose. “This’s Nefer Asut Unas. The pyramid of Unas!” 

“First of all, I didn't understand the first three words. And U.. Who?”

“The pyramid of Unas, he’s the last ruler of the Fifth Dynasty. All walls in this pyramid are covered with texts. These texts are prayers, spells, and incantations to help the deceased king ascend to his place among the gods in the sky and to resurrect. They are considered to be one of the oldest religious texts in the history of Ancient Egypt.” 

“Cathie-pie, I love it when you share your knowledge, but seriously, I didn’t understand half of what you said. So. This’s… This's... What?” 

“This’s the ancient necropolis. Let me see my notes. Not this one, not this one. No, no, no.” Catherine ran her fingers over the sheets and felt Buggy rest his chin on her shoulder. She reached out and scratched his head with her fingers. “Here! Look. The entrance to the pyramid is located on its north side, and from there, a descending passage leads to a series of chambers and passages. We need to find this room.” She pointed her finger at the drawing. “This’s our goal on the southern side. The largest chamber is the burial chamber, where the pharaoh's sarcophagus is placed. So I suggest not to lose time. We pack our things and set out on a search.” 

While Catherine was checking the flashlights, she looked at Buggy, who was changing his t-shirt. She glanced at his naked torso and blue hair on his chest. 

“I hate you.”

Buggy looked at her in confusion. “This is your fourth “I hate you” in the last two hours, Cathie-pie. Could you please tell me what did I do?”

“Screw you!” She wrinkled her nose, took extra batteries and a hatchet with her, just in case. 

They approached the main entrance to the complex. The whole complex was made of the main pyramid, a valley temple, a mortuary temple, a causeway, and the main pyramid which are all enclosed by a perimeter wall. They got to the entrance to the pyramid. Catherine examined the wall and stairs. Some of the casing on the lowest steps of it has remained intact.

“Now where do we go?” Asked Buggy, flopping down on the sand.

“Okay, look. Firstly, we have to be careful again. This pyramid is also on the tourist route. It's not as popular as the others, of course. But there are some people hanging around there.” Catherine glanced at a small group of tourists. She shifted her gaze to Buggy, put her hand to his face, and pulled a bottle of water out of her bag. “Here, you need some water.” 

He looked at her with confusion, but took the bottle from her hands and took a sip. “Thanks.”

She put the bottle back down, ruffled his hair and pulled out the map again. “Now there will be some kind of corridor, and then we'll enter a spacious hallway that we'll follow to the tomb we need.”

He picked up the ground, took the flashlight from her, and shined it down the path. “Well, this looks good. Let’s go?” 

They looked at another group of tourists at the same time and walked into the entrance. Descending an easy passage that drops about five meters, they entered a narrow horizontal tunnel that was well-illuminated, leading to the main hall.

“So beautiful!” Catherine could barely contain her squeals as they entered the central hall. “Some of the best hieroglyphs I've seen. Look! They’re very clear and some still have a bit of color.” She approached one of the walls and slightly ran her fingers over the drawings. 

Buggy walked up to her, put his hand on her back and looked carefully at her satisfied face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Catherine noticed him staring at her.

“Me? I'm not looking.” He cleared his throat. “So. Where do we go next?”

“Oh, yes. We're straight ahead and to the east and then to the west.”

“Then let's go. If those people from the street follow us, it will be difficult for us to find anything.”

They walked through the long horizontal passage following a level path to the antechamber, which was guarded by three granite slab portcullises in succession. The passage ended at a room located under the center axis of the pyramid. All the walls and the ceiling were covered with hieroglyphs, drawings and various signs.

“Amazing!!” Catherine whispered, moving her flashlight along the walls. “Okay! Now to the east. Wow! Buggy! You see those letters?” She pointed with her hand at the wall.

“Yeah.”

“These are ancient texts which are said to mark the beginning of the afterlife.” Catherine didn’t notice how she took Buggy's hand. “Wow! It’s like a voyage through time, right? You know, my dad and I once dreamed of going to Egypt and seeing the pyramids. He would have loved it.” She felt Buggy stroke her arm with his fingers. “I'm sorry, a little flashback came over me.”

“Hey! Don't be sorry, my cotton candy.” Buggy hugged Catherine’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. 

“I wish he could... “ She felt how Buggy hugged her tightly. “You know. Nevermind. We’re losing our time. Let's go.” Catherine dragged Buggy to the next room. 

They turned in the right direction to the east and saw a small room with 3 recesses.

“This’s the antechamber! Now to the west!” 

They turned to the west and reached the Burial chamber. The ceiling of the room was painted with golden stars in a dark blue sky. The decoration in every spare inch of the part of the walls consisted of vertical columns of meticulously carved hieroglyphs painted in blue. The saw basalt sarcophagus, surrounded by white alabaster walls.

“What’s this?” Buggy asked, shining his flashlight at the ceiling, which had starfish and hieroglyphics painted on it.

“Oh! These drawings represent Unas aspiring to become a star in order to ascend to the heavens. “We are now in the land of Osiris, the first resurrected king, where Unas was expected to spend time before he could go up to the sky.” 

“Where are we?” Buggy rounded his eyes. “It seems to me that we encountered this in the past... that one.. Okiris.”

“He’s Osiris, Buggy. Osiris and Anubis are the central characters of Egyptian mythology. No wonder they are everywhere. ”

She ran the flashlight along the wall and carefully traced the hieroglyphs with her hands. She started reading quietly. 

“Wow. Listen.

May you cross the sky united in dark. May you rise in light land, the place in which you shine. Set, Nephthys, go proclaim to Upper Egypt's gods and their spirits. This Unas comes, a spirit indestructible. If he wishes you to die, you will die. If he wishes you to live, you will live.

And these writings on the walls are a kind of Book of the Dead.” 

“And these things are probably expensive. Let’s take one?”

Catherine heard Buggy’s voice and shifted her gaze at him. She saw the canopic chest standing in the wall and Buggy, who had almost taken one of the figurines in his hands.

“Don't touch! How did you... How did you find them?” 

“I don't know. I just did what you usually do. Slid my hand along the wall and the thing opened. Cool stuff, yeah? Let's take it?” Buggy pointed to the vessels with his eyes and extended his hand. 

“I said no!” She slapped his hands. “I already told you, don’t touch anything!”

“But why?”

“Do you know who it is?” Catherine pointed her finger at the four vessels.

“I don't know.” Buggy shrugged. “A dog, a baboon, a bird, and a guy with hair.” He pointed the flashlight at each thing.

“It's not the dog, the baboon, the bird, and the guy. It's the four sons of Horus. They assist the king in his ascent to heaven with the help of ladders. I told you about Horus, remember?” 

“If you were naked then..” Buggy got lost in thoughts. “Then no.”

“No, idiot!! When we were on our first adventure.”

“No, either. Then I imagined you naked.” He giggled idiotically. 

“Oh god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. 

“So why can't I take them? Are you afraid that these nice guys can somehow harm me?” He stared at the vessels, hoping that Catherine would allow him to take one.

“I don't want to check, to be honest. We're in foreign territory. And we don't need to steal things from the Egyptian pyramids. God knows what curses are on them.”

“You're too late for curses, cotton candy. We stole part of the scepter from the last pyramid.” Buggy ran the flashlight over the heads of the creatures and squinted one eye.

“Stealing a scepter from the wall or a thing that's meant to hold the entrails is different. Please, Buggy, don't touch it.” She glanced at him with sad eyes.

He scowled, looking at her worried face, sighed sadly and stepped aside. Catherine approached the sarcophagus and began to examine it. 

“You know, Cathie-pie, I wouldn't have gotten this far without you and your knowledge of all Egyptian things.” He said, scratching his head.

“What? What happened to you? You've been acting strange these last few days. You look at me all the time and say nice things.”

“I always say nice things to you! Just.. I don't know. Sometimes I think what would I do without you?” Buggy said quietly. 

“Oh, you'd probably be drinking beer, sitting in bars or on the couch, and taking girls home to do to them what you're doing to me, little pervert.” Catherine let out a little blush and felt him come closer.

“Oh, believe me, I've never done that to anyone.” He chuckled, rested his chin on her shoulder and pinched her ass. 

“I hate you! Don't you dare grab my ass in front of dead pharaohs.”

“You just called me a pervert in front of that pharaoh.” Buggy squeezed her buttocks. 

“You like pissing me off, right?” Catherine narrowed her eyes and glanced at him.

“Ugh, my cotton candy gets angry, and we have sexual tension right next to the dead dude lying in the sarcophagus. How did you come to this, baby?” He wrapped his hands around her waist. 

“You're disg.. Hush!” Catherine covered his mouth with her hand. “There's someone walking around out there.” She carefully removed her hand. 

“Maybe it's a mummy that's risen and come to take you with it?” Buggy pinched her side slightly. 

“Are you an idiot? No. It's probably those people we saw outside. Hell, why did everyone go to Egypt?” Catherine rolled her eyes and slapped his hands. “Get your clingy arms off!” 

They heard voices and footsteps begin to move away. 

“Okay, we need to find the clues and get out of here.” Catherine started snapping her fingers. “The clues. The clues.”

She sat down on her knees and scrutinized the walls. “I don't understand. I don't get it. What's the connection?” 

“Maybe it has something to do with that man in the coffin?” Buggy asked, pointing the flashlights at the sarcophagus. “You said we're in the realm of this one. What's-his-name...” 

“Osiris!” Catherine ran her fingers over her temple. “That's right! You're right!” She huffed and raised her hands above her. 

“I'm right?!” There was surprise on his face. 

“Yes! If we're in the realm of Osiris, and there's something like the book of the dead on the wall, do you know where we are?” Catherine stared with a pleased face. 

“Are you expecting an answer from me?” Buggy bulged his eyes. 

“We're on trial!” 

“Yeah, that made it clearer.” He answered sarcastically. 

“Shh, clown! Look for scales or a drawing of scales. Something like that.” Catherine started running from wall to wall. 

“I didn't get anything, but okay.” Buggy started shining the flashlight on the wall. “Cotton candy, isn't that it?” He looked at the drawing behind the sarcophagus. 

“Where? Where?” Catherine ran up to the sarcophagus and pushed Buggy away. 

“For God's sake, woman!” 

“Yes!! You're doing great!” She ran to him and pecked him on the cheek. “It is the Judgment of Osiris!” 

“What?” 

“Oh my god, Buggy! It's one of the most famous myths! The soul would embark on a dangerous journey through the afterlife to reach paradise. Once the journey through the underworld is complete, the deceased reach the Hall of Final Judgment. Do you know what the most important trial was according to Egyptian mythology? The Judgment of Osiris. Let me check.” Catherine climbed onto the sarcophagus. 

“Cotton candy, what are you doing? You're trampling on a dead man.”

“Look! There’s a door behind the sarcophagus under the drawing with scales. Come here. Help me.” Catherine called Buggy with her hand.

He walked up to her and stood between the sarcophagus and the massive stone door.

“Try to move it!” She lightly spanked his back.

“Fuck, calm down, woman!” Buggy put his hand on the door and tried to move it. “Shit! It's heavy!” 

“Quiet!” Catherine gently slapped his hands. “Do you hear that? Someone's coming.”

Buggy plopped down behind the sarcophagus and pulled Catherine's hand. She collapsed onto him and sat right on his lap, so that his legs were between hers.

“I should mention that I like the position you're sitting in, cotton candy.” He winked at her and growled slightly.

“Holy Gosh!!” Catherine looked out from behind the sarcophagus. “Quiet. They’re close!”

A small group of tourists entered the room. 

Catherine peeked out from behind the sarcophagus and hid again. She pressed her face to Buggy's face.

“Ooh, too much, Cathie-pie, you're so sexy right now.” Buggy whispered and reached his hand towards her ass.

“You're nuts?” She grabbed his hand and covered his month with her other hand. “Quiet!” 

They heard the group walking around the hall and after a while the sounds of footsteps began to drift away.

Catherine looked out and saw an empty room. “Finally! They’re gone.”

She stood up from Buggy and helped him up. “Let’s try to open this door.”

Buggy tried again to move the door. “It doesn’t work out. Fuck!” 

“Wait! You see? The drawing! The scarab on the wall!” Catherine pressed her hands on the drawing. “Oh! I know! I know! We need to open the sarcophagus.” Catherine whispered and started hitting Buggy's hand. 

“Excuse me?” He stared at her.

“There should be a decoration in the shape of a scarab inside. According to myth, the scarab came out of the eyes of Osiris, and was also a kind of guide to the afterlife. Help me!” Catherine slapped her hand over the sarcophagus.

“I’m really sorry. Weren't you the one who told me not to take any weird stuff?” Buggy indignantly whispered.

“Don't be a baby! Do you want the second part of the scepter or not? Help me!” 

“Fine! Geez!” 

They leaned on the lid of the sarcophagus and tried to push it aside. Catherine remembered about the hatchet in her bag. She took it out and gave it to Buggy. He struck the hatchet several times between the lid and the base of the sarcophagus, and they managed to open it.

“Shit. There are the remains of mummies and bandages!” Catherine squealed. “Where is the scarab? Where are you... There it is! Buggy! Under his hand. More precisely, what is left of it. Get it, please.”

Buggy reached into the sarcophagus and suddenly fell into it.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Catherine whispered with worry in her voice.

“Yeah. Shit, this thing stinks. Is that what you asked for?” He showed the scarab in his hand.

“Yeah!” She squealed. “Wait. Why didn't you use your chop chop thing?” 

Buggy looked at her, not knowing what to answer.

“Idiot and hero! But you smell like mummy now.” Catherine quickly kissed him on the cheek and helped him out. “Oh my God, I'm robbing graves.” She shook her head.

“You’ll have mental suffering later. What's next?” Buggy dusted his hands off.

Catherine placed the scarab on the drawing and quickly took out her notebook. “Okay. Now you just have to swipe it right three times and left four times and then press it.”

Buggy put his hands on the scarab and, at Catherine's command, rotated it in the right directions.

“And now what?” He asked at glanced at her.

The scarab's wings glowed a light turquoise color, and a narrow passage opened into a small corridor.

“Baby, if we find the second part of the scepter there now, I will buy the most expensive bottle of wine for you today.” Buggy rubbed his hands.

They entered the corridor and looked around.

“Look!!” She pointed to the drawing. “This is an allusion to the scales of Osiris. The transition to another world consisted of two parts. During the first part was when the soul stood between 42 judges. Here they are!” She patted Buggy on the shoulder and pointed to the drawings. “The second part was weighing the heart. Here is the drawing!” Catherine started jumping and kicking her legs. “The heart was weighed against the feather. If the heart was found to be heavier than the feather, it was fed to Ammut, a beast associated with the time of judgment. If the scales were balanced, the deceased had passed the test and was taken before Osiris, who welcomed them into the afterlife.” 

“Cathie-pie, I love your lectures about Ancient Egypt, but how will this help us find the scepter?”

“Look! There are stones in the shape of a feather and a heart. And here is something similar to a scale. Buggy! I need your help again. Take the heart-shaped stone and put it on the left bowl, and the feather-shaped stone on the right.” 

Buggy took the stones and put them where Catherine pointed.

“So, what is next?” He looked at her questioningly. 

“I don’t know.. Oh, wait, there’s an inscription here! Wait… King.. Die.. Setting sun. Wait! Listen!

The king did not die,  He became the one who rises like the morning sun on the horizon.  He rests from life like the setting sun in the west, but he will rise again in the east.  O, king, you did not leave dead, you left alive!  Did you say he would die? No, he won't die.  This king lives forever. He escaped the day of his death.  O, high among the eternal stars! You will never die.”

As soon as Catherine finished reading the poem, the scales tipped towards the heart-shaped stone.

“Fuck!” Catherine sat down on the floor and buried her face in her knees. 

“What happened?” Buggy asked with incomprehension in his voice.

“I don't know. If it's like a myth, I think...” Catherine mumbled in her knees. 

“Um, cotton candy. Look!” Buggy lightly tapped her head with his finger. “Is it supposed to happen like this?”

Catherine raised her head. They saw the scales swung in the opposite direction and the heart appeared on the same level with the feather.

“It can't be! If this is all for real this means that Unis's soul had passed the test!” Catherine grabbed her head.

At that moment, the stones in the wall moved. Catherine jumped up and ran towards them. She reached into the opened space.

“Fuck, you see that?” She felt Buggy looking over her shoulder.

“Cotton candy, I think, we're having a party tonight!”

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[mewtwoandme]

Oh Mewtwo, it's fine. You're Handsome, she's Beautiful. The whole family is great looking, let's be honest.

I suppose you're right. It's no big deal... It's just a trivial title on some stupid trivial website... it means nothing. I won't let my sister's victory get to me...nope I'm just grand...

In fact, I'm ha-....I'm hap-.....hold on, this is physically hurting me.....I'm...hap-pyyyy for her...

...I just felt my soul die..

#((he's so salty XD)) #mewtwo answers #answered ask #madamemaya

[darklydeliciousdesires]

of your drabble requests, I can imagine them all with Hap, but,

number 3. “Maybe if you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen it, how much I love you.” with Happy Lowman please xx

Of course, you can!

You didn't really know how it was going to go, when you first revealed to Happy how you felt about him. Perhaps something inside whispered to you that how it did go was how it always would, though. Especially with a man like him.

“Maybe if you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen it, how much I love you.”

His frown dented the spot between his eyebrows, Happy cocking his head to the side slightly, his jaw muscles twitching. "So, I'm the one who isn't paying attention, hmm?"

"Yes!" you charge, raising your arms, letting them fall by your sides, wishing you'd never said anything at all.

He snorts softly, looking at the floor for a moment. "If you can't see how much I love you, you need a fucking eye test. God damned broads, chatting on about love when they can't even see it for themselves. Just been standing here in love with you for years, but nope, I'm the one who isn't paying attention."

His muttering, which is only half aimed at you has the corners of your mouth twitching, his grumpy little tirade beautiful to your ears. Because it's Happy. This was never going to be some Romeo and Juliet moment. It was never going to be a chick flick declaration of adoration. It was always going to be this. He loves you, but damn, he'll berate you for not noticing sooner.

You approach him, his arms folded, his face a picture of taciturn stillness. "Are you done being saltier than the dead sea now?"

He nods. "I am."

"Alright. Will you kiss me now?"

He ponders for a few seconds. "I will."

And lord. What a kiss it is.

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[adambja]

How many times have you manifested through void and what is the proof? how do we know if you're just bullshitting us

Hmmm

First of all this is a good ask but it sounds a bit aggressive and fun anyways let's answer

• How many times?

Literally a lot I don't even count them since I actually wake up in my void literally everytime I nap/sleep after that time I manifested it

Sometimes I just manifest things spontaneously I am not really focusing on everything I manifest cause they are literally my whole life because I always move on with myself and I am just here and now in the present moment! Also I don't use it that much cause my manifesting abilities were/are already the same as manifesting in my void state!

• What is the proof?

Okay like what is the proof anyone ever entered their void state? what is the proof the void state even exists???? Think about it literally nothing also as I mentioned many times with/without my void state I was already having my best life and manifesting normally in my life I just think/affirm once and it just already happened and it happens that's literally my life even like everything was perfect I already had everything I wanted my family members are so fine my money since I was 14 is actually like so great because of my dad and what he taught me so yeah i don't what proof should I give you? entering/waking up in your void state isn't like going to the moon or mars like lmao I am not gonna get you some dust with me to prove it

But fr I did and I do everyday which makes me believe that all this ain't even real cause it's just a creation from my imagination

Go ask another blogger and let them answer it too you will find the same answer or they might give you proof idek what proof do you want you didn't specify at all

• how do we know if you are just bullshitting us?

It depends on your assumptions I really mean it cause some people convinced themselves I am a scammer about coaching so yeah am I a scammer rn? Nope I am not a scammer at all! It's just their assumption! And I am literally the opposite of a scammer but some people just got trust issues! I can't actually blame them for having trust issues! But I can blame the person who scammed them! Also I am not responsible that they got these trust issues! So all of this isn't really my responsibility even proving it to you or to anyone! Also I literally have no one who never got their things everyone is getting their things ready on time and the ones who are waiting for their things is just because they want it personalized or like I am asking them about what they exactly want it to be and what they wanna add and that's it!

Also this was about the coaching but clearly your question was about entering my void state so let me tell how would I have people who actually entered their void state using my tapes and many of them manifested what they wanted already and my coaching is already finished with them? Like how? Even the experiment!?? Someone actually entered WITHOUT the self-concept tape I sold to almost all my clients who wanted to enter their void state! Did you actually ask yourself this and did your own research about me? And about what I am posting here? Not about what people said about me here!! Cause talk and drama are so cheap they can just begin out of nothing also the rumors babe!! Before asking me all this!? Did you?

I just answered all your questions!! So yeah whatever if you got more you can ask as an anon or come to my DMs I don't mind it at all🫶🏻

And.... Mmmm I am ending all that coaching like by the end of this month hehe and NOT SELLING THE TAPES ANYMORE after like days so I AM SO FKIN HAPPY CAUSE I WILL BE BACK TO MY LIFE AGAIN completely AND I WILL DELETE TUMBLR AND ALL THE CHATS BUT I WILL STAY IN TOUCH WITH MY PRESENT CLIENTS LIKE MAN FINALLY THIS BS HERE IS OVER AND SEPTEMBER IS OVER WITH ITS LESSONS I literally learned a lot of things here like how to deal with things what to talk about what not to talk about and more I am happy 🫡

So byeeee lmao

Have a good day/night! 🫶🏻

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #neville goddard #void success #loa success #self concept #success stories loa #self development #self esteem

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" Zombie Rampage...

Doom / Ash vs Evil Dead / Lollipop Chainsaw

All five girls shuffled behind Jaune as he walked back into the Convention Centre for the third day of the event. He was embarrassed and a little upset, plus confused. His lips were bruised, his face red, and his neck covered in hickeys and love bites. He knew ever single person that saw him was judging him.

The girls were a little embarrassed themselves, having given into their urges and competitive impulses. They all knew they had all molested the man, and for Emerald the girl of their dreams. Add in the fact he hadn't said two words to them since the incident, they all were worried they took it too far.

Jaune: (Over his shoulder) Best behaviour. We're here to get me a ranged option.

The quintet of young women nodded in agreement.

Jaune: And we will talk about what hap...

Bystander: RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Civilian: NO! IT CAN'T BE!?!

Street Prophet: I WAS RIGHT!

The crowd started to push past the sextet. All their eyes trying to see what was causing such wide panic.

Jaune: Over there...

Ruby/Pyrrha/Tiny Tina/Jinx: What the...

Emerald: What ARE those...

Jaune: Zombies.

The Girls: Say, what now?

Jaune: I want you all to stay back.

Pyrrha: We can help!

Jaune: No, you can't. I need you all to get to safety.

Ruby: Yes, we CAN!

Jaune: Have you ever been bitten by a Zombie?

Ruby: (Meekly) No.

Jaune: Even the slightest scratch, even with aura, you would doom yourselves to turning...

Tiny Tina: What about you? If that could happen to us, it could...

Jaune: It can't. I've been bitten before... and apparently I'm immune.

Tiny Tina/Jinx/Ruby/Emerald/Pyrrha: Say, what now?

Jaune: Get to safety!

The girls hesitated as Jaune reached out his hand and pulled a familiar looking chainsaw from thin air.

Pyrrha: Come with us, you can't do this alone!

????: He's not alone.

Jaune: Ash? When did you get here?

Ash: Been here since the start of the convention. S-Mart Booth. Shop Smart Shop S-Mart.

Jaune: Is it just us?

????: Nope.

Jaune: Juliet! Doom-guy!

Juliet: Hey, ya, Sweet cheeks! Looks like the gang's all back together!

Doom-Guy: (Grunts)

Tiny Tina: (To the other girls) Did he say the one in the armour's name is Doom-Guy?

The others just nod, and watch in complete and utter disbelief at this scenario, as Jaune starts his chant. Ia flash of light, Jaune changed.

Juliet: You are so adorable in that outfit! I just want to accessorize with you!

Jaune: Maybe later, right now we have a city to save.

Ash: This is going to be... Groovy.

Doom-Guy: (Grunts)

The sound of four separate chainsaws roaring to life, causes the girls to step back, and with wide eyes, brimming with fear and horror they watch as the quartet of chainsaw wielders charges the horde...

Jaune: Hit the music!

Girls: Music?

Doom-Guy: (grunts as he touched a button on the inside of his forearm)

Ruby: I think I'm going to be sick.

As the slaughter raged on, the quintet of girls all had the same thought. Jaune was going to need a shower before any of them tried to kiss him again.

(SO SORRY, but I couldn't resist this idea when it popped into my head! But on a side note, "Somewhere in Vale..." is now cannon for this AU. Hope you enjoyed.)

#jaune gets a gun au #jaune arc #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #emerald sustrai #tiny tina #jinx #arkos #lancaster #topaz #timebomb #ballistarc #ash williams #doomguy #juliet starling #ash vs evil dead #lollipop chainsaw #doom #zombies #zombie apocalypse

[brown-little-robin]

another one! tagged by @scarvenartist (thanks!! hello! :D)

Are you named after anyone? Yes! BibleCharacter from ABibleBook :}

When was the last time you cried? Monday when I watched the 2nd half of Hamilton. I've cried so much in the past two weeks?? three whole times?? I never cry this much?? but Hamilton made me cry twice and learning Japanese made me cry once

Do you have kids? Nope. Unless you count my favorite ocs, in which I have... *counts*... at least twenty.

What sports do you play/have you played? I was in one semester of hap ki do once! That was fun. I also like to walk. I did twice-weekly long walks as all my P.E. credits in homeschool, and to this day I always walk rather than take busses. I'm dreading having to find ways to exercise other than my in-built College Campus Walks To Classes when I leave college :((( maybe I'll start yoga again... sigh... or maybe I'll do what sparks joy and go hike by myself sometimes! I'm hoping to take more martial arts classes in the future, too.

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes! but only in situations where I'm pretty confident it'll be well received and isn't mean-spirited. although I admit in my worst/most fearful moments with strangers sometimes I do get sarcastic as a defense mechanism. I'm growing out of that, though.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Nowadays it's fashion choices, usually. I like noticing what people choose to wear! I love it when people get weird with it. Old ladies with big ostentatious earrings are some of my favorites to see. Also young adults with anime stuff on their backpacks.

What's your eye color? Brown :} rich warm dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy ending most of the time Please 🥺 I only like watching scary/sad stuff with my dad. he unlocks that in me. and sometimes with Stormy.

Any talents? good at clay sculptures! also good at coming up with fun characters and plots, and making people laugh. also academic writing and helping people with academic writing!

Where were you born? I was grown in a tube, next question

What are your hobbies? writing, reading, watching anime, posting on tumblr dot com, seeking out and stealing poems for my personal poetry document, ceramics, sewing (exclusively plushie mice)

Do you have any pets? Not right now, but I used to have hamsters and I want to have hamsters (or Maybe a related form of rodent e.g. guinea pigs or rats) again. I will after college probably!

How tall are you? 5'4. a good height

Favorite subject in school? Currently, Advanced Ceramics is my favorite class. Historically, English, Psychology, and History have been my favorites overall.

Dream job? tbh, interlibrary loan assistant..... I dream of having @isfjmel-phleg's career..... but currently I'm pursuing professional tutoring bc it seems more achievable

Tagging... anyone who wants to do this! I feel like my friends are all pretty busy right now so I'll leave it up to whoever sees this and Likes these questions :}

#Robin speaks

[rpbtgirl]

Long story so buckle up. The following day i went back to the neighbours place and His buddy showed up. We all hung out on His pool deck, i dressed in small but loose fitting shorts, no panties of course, and a loose fitting tank with no bra. i dozed off for a few minutes and woke up to them talking about the fact that my one tit was out and how they could see my pussy. His buddy seemed to quite like it, the usual guy comments about what he would like to do started when my neighbour told him what happened a couple of days before. Lots of back and forth, called him a BS’er and a liar. His buddy finally told that if that actually happened to prove it, “she’s right there dude”. Lmao

Next thing I know I feel His hand on my leg and it’s moving up very fast, i let out a couple of little moans and opened my eyes. He said hello there and said he would like to continue what we did a couple of days before, i just laid there and smiled. He started pulling at my shorts so i lifted my ass so he could pull them off looking his buddy in the eye the whole time. The neighbour told me take my shirt off so i sat up and did what i was told again looking His buddy in the eye the whole time and smiling. He then said it would be better if my shirt was gone, i sat up and took it off, again looking at His buddy while smiling. After he played with my pussy and tits for a bit his buddy came over and started touching me. Seemed like they were playing with my body for quite a while, at this point i had my eyes closed just soaking in the feeling of having these 2 sets of hands all over me, moving me around so they could get at all of me. They were laughing and saying how awesome this was and what a cool chick. The buddy grabbed my wrist, figured he was positioning me again, nope, guided my hand to his hard cock, he didn’t have to say anything, i just started stroking it. This was so amazing, never experienced anything like this before. Neighbour says “watch this” and in a repeat of our previous encounter, i feel a naked hard cock brush against my face, i turned my head to face him kneeling beside me and opened my mouth. Now i have a cock in my hand and one in my mouth, OMG!!! i have never done anything like this before!!! Good thing His yard is private, can only really be seen from my yard but at this point i did not care. my pussy was absolutely drenched. Buddy pulls away, neighbour pulls away, i was almost delirious and a little confused, i felt a hand on my face gently guiding me to turn to the other side and as i did i opened my eyes to see buddy’s cock right there, opened my mouth and in it slides. Holy fuck!! 2 different cocks in my mouth within seconds of each other, i thought i was wet before but holy, the flood gates opened. At this point neighbour spreads my legs more and is playing with my pussy again, i almost came in a second. This went on only for a few minutes when one of the said we should take this inside where it’s more comfortable. They both went into the house ahead of me, took me a second to gather myself, was a little wobbly from everything up to that point. Walked in and neighbour was sitting on the couch, not sure where buddy was, so i kneeled in front of him and took him in my mouth again. This was so amazing, i felt incredible. While i am bobbing my head up and down on neighbours cock i hear buddy come back in the room, he kneels behind me, pushes on my legs to spread them so i do and I feel his cock rubbing against my pussy. He said not to worry, He grabbed a condom, sweet angel for assuming. 1 cock in my mouth and 1 in my pussy, i felt so slutty and used but at the same time so powerful and right. First buddy came in my pussy then a couple of minutes later neighbour came in my mouth. It was amazing, incredible, exactly what i didn’t know i wanted. Didn’t take long for them to up for round 2 only neighbour in my pussy and buddy in my mouth. Went home tired, used, fulfilled in more ways than 1 and happy.

[honeyyoubetter-believeitsbutter]

so there was this girl who I thought was so cool in high school. My first three years I would see her around school and was like omg please look at me please talk to me notice me befriend me see me. we had no classes together, but sophomore year I had English class with one of her friends. Paired for a project and I found out we had a lot in common. We watched the same shows and listened to the same music, but never became more than good classmates.

I remember sitting near her and her friends at lunch and hoping to god someone brought me into their conversation because I wanted to be her friend so bad, her specifically, but nope! I was so painful awkward that I ended up eating my lunch either all alone or at the office with the front desk lady I befriended freshman year.

but senior year the planets aligned and we happed to both sign up for the same elective literature class! SCORE! Now all I had to do was talk to her…

the first weeks I would do nothing but stare at her from across the room. Her cool round wired glasses, her freckles, her earrings! The books she carried. Her big school sweater. your girl was obsessed.

I would leave my books on top of my desk hoping she would walk by, notice them and start a conversation with me. I would linger after class so we would 'accidentally' bump into each other at the door. Nada. So one day I just summoned all my courage and told her I really liked her earrings.

I bumped into her at the door after class and stopped her before she could head down the hallway in the opposite direction. She said thanks and smiled and told me where she got them from. A small Etsy shop that sells horror movie themed jewelry. So fucking cool.

I nodded and had half a mind to wave goodbye to her before running away. I locked myself in the bathroom and fist bumped the air, trying to calm my nerves before heading to math class.

Turns out she's shyer than me! She was always the last to leave the classroom so I would pack my things as slowly as possible so we could walk out together. Everyday she would wear new earrings and every day I would catch her outside the classroom door and compliment them.

Short three sentence conversation expanded slowly and I ended up walking her to her next class, walking as slow as possible so we could have as much time together as possible, and then I would run back up to the third floor to get to my class on time.

After a while, I found her Snapchat under "people you may know" and requested her. Then promptly threw my phone down to my sister's bottom bunk and refused to look at it for the rest of the night.

She accepted my request.

Months passed and she invited me to her graduation party. Problem was that she lived in the north side of the city half an hour away from where I lived in the Southside. No way my parents were going to drive me out there just to hang out with a girl, it didn't matter that I've been dying to hang out with since I was 15.

I remember being heart broken and thinking she wouldn't even want to be my friend anymore. What if we weren't even friends to begin with? What if it was just a pitty invite?

She kept texting me. Said it was fine I couldn't make it and kept texting me as if nothing changed. It took me two more years to build up the courage to ask her for her TikTok and now we send each other TikToks almost everyday. I just found out we have so much more in common than I ever thought in high school. We could have been friends since freshman year!!!!

But it's fine. Because this is fine. I get to be her friend now! And it's 1:53 am and I'm texting her and trying to find a supper chill way to ask for her number or her Instagram because the worst she can do is say no but my brain thinks maybe she will block me and tell me I'm weird and she doesn't like me and oh

Oh

I think I have I crush on her

#lgbtqia #lgbtq #ok to reblog #op🦐 #had my first ever #oh moment #disaster gays at their finest #is my life just one big slow burn?

[fangirlingpuggle]

Okay so I saw the one ask about Red Son using a Glamor to hide his true form like photoshop and it made me want to share my own thought on Red Son's true form

How about when DBK was sealed away under the mountain Red Son realized how much his features make him look like his father, the floppy ears, horns, the tail, it's all from his father and it makes him feel even worse when he notices his mother staring at them or even sometimes makes her unable to look at him.

Red Son can no longer look himself in the mirror at a young age so he begins to think of ways to hide them, he wears more mortal type clothing to hide his tail, grows his hair long to hide his ears, and he came too close to cutting away his horns until he found out he could use a glamor to hide it all.

Now he focuses on looking more like his mother, growing out his hair but he has to tie it up because the heat of his skin and corse hair (another thing from his father) on his neck becomes uncomfortable, and wearing more extravagant clothing though as he gets older his wardrobe becomes suited for manual labor in his garage.

Flash forward to releasing DBK who sees his son now looking nothing like him and he takes that personally, he feels unwelcomed by Red Son which in this headcanon can be used to explain why DBK acts cold towards Red Son in season 1. Of course DBK and PIF are a power couple so soon enough PIF realizes DBK's behavior towards their son and she explains how it happed after he was trapped, that she didn't know what to do because her grief got in the way and once she was able to address Red Son's choices she relized this was how Red Son coped with the loss of his father and now that she was able to emotionally connect with Red Son on a stronger level PIF didn't want to dig up old scars that Red Son found a way to heal.

Now neither of them know how to talk to their son about this, DBK has been out of the game for centuries, he missed out learning who Red Son is and PIF has grown accustom to letting herself and Red Son bottle up their emotions.

And omg I have to stop here or else I will write you an entire book cause I almost derailed into the inner workings of the Bull family.

Anyways, hope you'll like this and are able to add your own thoughts on it

<3

YES!! AGH MY HEART!

SWK talking to Mei and MK about the journey and Red Boy and him asking why the kid doesn’t have his horns anymore.

Cue Mei and MK being like 'wait HORNS?' both of them crashing into him asking questions with starry eyes and Red freaking the fuck out because 'No, no can't show those it'll just upset mother it'll just upset him seeing those features in the mirror of his father whose gone and'

Him having a total panic attack, Mei and MK freaking out and calming Red down and when he tries to bottle it up again they're like NO NOPE.

Them getting the truth out of him and then'...but your dads free now why not start not using the glamor?'

Red not wanting to drop it...at least around his parents but... when he's with Mei and MK him slowly starting to show his horns and ears and tail (MK and Mei reaction every time are 'THIS IS SO CUTE IT'S NOT FAIR AGH')

Eventually Mei and MK are hanging out with Red and his glamor’s down because he's just used to dropping it around them when his parents walk in and just... all of them freeze, Red is internally screaming and about to use the glamor and apologise but... DBK and PIF just runs up and hugs him before he can finish.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk red son #lmk demon bull king #lmk princess iron fan #demon bull family #also chimerashipping #chimerashipping

[nonbinarycringe404]

This bedtime story is for the lovely @konnorhasapen

They requested and I quote "Vincent and Lovely's sickeningly sweet relationship but it's told from Adam/ dead Adam's POV

And how can I refuse something so delectable :}

Hi, I'm Adam. And tonight I'm going to tell you how I d-d-died *cue intro music*

First off I didn't do shit wrong

I was out walking after just Batista bombing my maker when I saw a snack of an ass

Oh and some human

who smelled nice may i add anyway I was hungry so I slid up to them and kindly told them that they were nothing more than a snack and I was going to fuck their boyfriend :) wELl then the MAN himself showed up, pimp slapped me so hard I was human for a second and told me to stay away from them. -_- bro they don't got your name on them??? or maybe they do- 👀

idk i ended up following them home veeeeeeeery stealthy like hehehe i hid in their closet

came outta the closet-

...

not like that- kidnapped them and hid them under the surge very poetic I know <3 when they woke up let me tell you full course meal 10/10 would attack and eat again

was i in the wrong? nOpe my mama said never to go to bed with an empty stomach

anyway on this day in particular for some fucked off reason

the fuckin human TURNED INTO A DAMN PIKACHU AND SHOCKED THE SHIT OUTTA ME UH THE FUCK????? HUMANS CAN DO THAT????

before i was able to ask whAT the hap was fuckining the door slammed open and

oh-

hi vincent nice weather we're having- ow-

oh

OH SHIT

THATS MY BODY

wheres my head-?

WHAT THE FUCK

DID I JUST DIE?!

"hello adam"

i turned to see my maker

oh fuck i was dead-dead

dayum-

my maker faded away all ghost like or sm so I watched bitch boy and Pikachu leave

Before he left he looked at my corpse and poked pikachus side

"Hey look, he gets no head"

they laughed at my FUCKING CORPSE???? AND QOUTED VINE THIS BITCH-

they walked out and left me there to rot >:( ... i ain't even made vincents hot asf

the end

tag list <3

@angelcactus @damnknoxandothernonsense @atlasaddons ghosty <3

@darlinshaw-collins @cupcakegeckolover @konnorhasapen @apollos-dream @morgansplace

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #bedtime story time #this was so fcuking funny to write #i was going to make a really horrible joke but decided against it- #dm me to reqeust #dms are always open