#oh nooooo is this the state im in

[eddieboi23]

May I request Enid sinclair x female reader that has wings like a raven and It's easiest to wash them when it rains so they're just in a tree somewhere

Silly bird

Enid Sinclair x fem! bird reader

(Wendnesday)

Summary: you’re a bird(raven) person who washes their wings in the rain, so what?

(Y/n)=your name

“This is talking”

Requested by: @fangedreject

(Sorry this is shitty, life stuff happens yk… hope you like it though)

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You never found it easy to wash your wings in the shower, that were always too big….soooo… you did it in the rain.

Technically it was just, rinsing them, but you don’t want anyone to wash them for you, they are too sensitive to have scrubbed.

Today was wing cleaning day, because it was going to rain!

You hop around, excited as your wings flutter.

You love the rain and it was never a problem, you’d just go out in the forest in your swimsuit.

You’ve done it’s for years, and no one really knows, besides Weems.

And now your dating enid sinclair, the most nosey and gossipy girl in the school.

You’re mostly scared if she writes it on her blog, people will make fun of you, so you haven’t told her.

—-

You don’t tell enid where you’re going, or that you’re even going somewhere, and sneaks out of the school just before the rain starts.

-

You run to the woods with a towel around your neck, then you “gracefully” climb a tree and perch it it, wings spread out a bit.

It’s starts raining shortly after.

You smile as the cold rain hits your face, and your wings puff up and flutter, they seem to enjoy it as much as you do.

You get so into it you almost fall a few times, nether less you bask in this moment.

The color rain on your dusty wings feels amazing.

—-

(Pov change: enid)

Iv looked for Y/N all over the school, I haven’t seen her at all!

She always tells me where she goes, wednesday doesn’t seem to know.

I’m stating to freak out, I’m gonna look for her in the forest. I hope the Hyde didn’t hurt her….

I hope she’s ok, it’s raining really hard!

—-

Your happily bobbing up and down in the rain, with your wings flapping and puffed up.(i have a pet bird Iv seen them bathe LOL)

Then, all of a sudden you hear a snap and look down. And there’s your girlfriend enid, staring right back.

You freeze with a “oh shit” look on your face.

Enid stares for a second then squeaks. “Oh my gosh, you’re so,, cuteeeee!”

You fluster immediately. “Stop talking!!!”

Enid jumps and giggles. “You’re like a Little bird taking a bath!!!”

You groan, and suddenly she takes a picture of you.

You gasp and squawk, “DEleTE thAt!”

She smirk mischievous, not even caring that she’s soaking wet from the rain. “NEVER it’s my new Lock Screen of my bird gf.

“Nooooo-“ you start, then she starts running, “IM GONNA SHOW WEDNESDAY TOO!”

“NOOO ENID NO” you scream as you “gracefully” get fall out of the tree and chase her.

—-

Long story short, the whole school knows now, and they actually just found it cute, much to your unknown dismay.

Some students stumble apon you, but now you Enid comes with you to “protect you” from prying eyes.

#bird reader #bird y/n #enid x y/n #enid sinclair x reader #enid x you #enid x reader #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x fem reader #enid emma myers #emma myers x reader #enid wednesday #enid fanfic #raven y/n #wednesday

[hooman-tree]

NoOOOO maybe its a lil silly but its rubi or bee / beescool 😭 promise im not stalking u or nun i literally found u in the comments of a miles fic, gotta say u got good taste lmfaoo.

OMD HI I'M GLAD TO HEAR FROM YA && All these miles fic ARE REALLY GOOD ! I RARELY COMMENT AS WELL , so it's a surprise that you found me but I'M HAPPY ABT IT dw !!

Imma do one now , just to celebrate you sending this message to me 🤩🤩 && AND bc you called me out on looking at miles fics 😭😭

━━━━━━━━ THE CHAOS━MAGNET && THE COMICAL DORK .

━━━━━━ EARTH 1610 ! MILES MORALES && GENDER NEUTRAL ! READER

━━ [ Name ] && Miles both spend the day together by baking something sweet !

WARNING ( S ) ; None , just some fluff && kitchen disasters !

RELATIONSHIP ; ( Hinted ) Romantic , Pining && Crushing , Oblivious + Obvious Trope .

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ MILES DIDN'T THINK OF HIMSELF TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS [ NAME ] , AS HE WAS BOUND TO SCREW UP SOMETHING AND ULTIMATELY DESTROY ANY WAY OF HIM EVEN TRYING TO REMOTELY IMPRESS [ NAME ] . The latter teen seemed to not be paying any mind to how Miles was constantly taking prolonged ( and blatantly obvious ) glimpses at them , while he was supposed to keep his eyes on the cookbook .

[ Name ] did pay attention to what was on the cookbook , well they truly did try to . But , as they pressed their lips against a thin line : they ultimately snatched the cookbook that Miles was supposed to pay attention , and they threw it towards a window . However , the window didn't even smash from that impact , as the cookbook bounced off from it and fell down to the floor .

Miles flailed his arms about , standing upright , visibly jumpy and awfully confused as to why [ Name ] even decided to do that .

" Uh ━ Why'd you do that for ? " Miles uttered out the question , his eyebrows furrowed with a heavy amount of concern , keeping his peering look onto [ Name ] .

Without a gasp of a breath , [ Name ] rushed about the kitchen and started to gather out random pots , pans , wooden spoons , whisks and plates .

Okay , the whole rushing thing was starting to freak out Miles , a bit .

Nevermind , it was freaking him out , a lot .

[ Name ] was frantically going all over their kitchen , but they came to an abrupt stop , because of Miles grabbing their shoulders and shaking them ferociously . " [ Name ] ! Are you alright ? ━ What are you trying to do ? "

[ Name ] blinked mildly , surprised by the sudden contact , but they gently pushed down Miles' arms and a small laugh left them . " Don't worry yourself , brochacho ! " With that chilled━out comment of endearing reassurance , [ Name ] brought their hands up and smooshed up Miles' cheeks ━ while holding on a drooped look with a dazy smile of relaxation . Miles widened his eyes involuntarily at this action , an anxious smile wobbled onto his face , that said━face of his was starting to slowly grow warm .

" Woah . . . Your face is sooo warm , dude . " [ Name ] stated in a chilled━out and monotone toning of voice , moving their hands back with bewilderment displayed all over their features . Miles grimaced , embarrassment overtaking himself , wavering his arms in a flurry , stumbling a few steps back .

" Oh , me ? Uh ━ Pfft , well . . . It's just , very━very . . . very hot in here ! Can't just be me , right ? " Miles tried to act all nonchalant and lean back on a part of the kitchen counter to act all cool , but he slipped a bit and folded his arms , squeezing up his face with utter disdain .

[ Name ] raised an eyebrow , but quickly shrugged . " Eh . . . Mkay , dude ━ whatever you say . Anywho , we don't need the cookbook : we can do it all by ourselves and be great at this cooking ━ "

" Baking . "

" Same thing . But , we can be great at it too ! "

━━━━��━━━━━━━━━━━ THEY WEREN'T GREAT AT BAKING WITHOUT THE COOKBOOK . In fact , they weren't even remotely close to managing to bake any cupcakes or cake at all in the course of that day .

Because , now : there was noises of a repetition on freaking out , screaming and running around the kitchen , as a pan was blooming with a fire and smoke emerging from it . Well , only Miles was freaking out and trying to put out the fire quickly with buckets of water .

[ Name ] happened to be the one that was watching the fire with a dazed look , putting on a marshmallow on their fork and holding it near the fire . Their eyes glistened at the flames , but they were immediately tackled down , when the flames were about to start burning them .

[ Name ] let out a pained grunt , landing on their back , still holding onto the fork that had a flaming marshmallow stuck to it . Blinking mildly , their face held a confused look at it being Miles that tackled them down . Once the flames on their marshmallow burned out : [ Name ] took a bite out of it and spoke up to Miles .

" That was a radical tackle , man . Like , something out of a comic or an action movie , dude . But , uh . . . Can you , like get off of me , please ? "

Miles widened his eyes , scrambling back away from [ Name ] and he scratched the back of his neck with a bashful look . On the other hand , [ Name ] stood up and took another bite on their marshmallow , filled a blue cup with tap water and splashed it over the remaining flames .

Miles let out a sigh of relief , rubbing any sweat from his forehead and he stood himself up ( with the help of [ Name ] hoisting him up with their arm ) . The two of them looked at the destruction they both managed to cause , as [ Name ] took another bite into their burnt marshmallow .

" Mmh , these are totally delicious . Wanna try some ? " They nudged Miles , who politely declined .

" No ━ No , thanks . But , shouldn't we clean up this mess , before your auntie and uncle come back home ? "

" Hm , yeah : you're right , dude . What a smart suggestion ! " [ Name ] lifted up their shoulders , as if they had made an airheaded revelation at what Miles said . The corner of their lips upturned into a grin , as they playfully bumped their shoulder into Miles . " Where would I be without my brochacho , huh ? "

" I dunno , brochacho . " Miles countered━back , a grin spreading among his face . And with that , the two of them fell into a bundle of contagious laughter , as they started to get to cleaning up . They were definitely not going to be baking again for a while , now .

But , they got a burnt marshmallow out of it , at least .

#miles morales x reader #gender neutral reader #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #hoomantree #atsv x reader #miles x reader

[hunterbunter3000]

I am a price whore, sweetheart seeing price hunch over his desk, walked up to him, standing beside him and messaging his shoulder and do that hand gestures where she slide one of her hands down his chest, aight imma dipp😗✌️

ARRHHGHHHH

Mind turning into mush and for what

BRUH after all that has happened, I feel like Sweetheart is getting bold 💀 cause honestly, she's trying to figure out if they all do like her (as Laswell said)

So she goes to Price's office, and he's so busy he just grunts permission to enter, not really seeing it's Sweetheart. She enters with his nightly hour tea that she's been giving him today cause he's so busy. She looks so sad that he's working himself to the bone (and to the shape of a shrimp 🍤) so she sighs and walks over to him, putting his tea and cookies down on his desk. She comes on his side and caresses his tense shoulder.

Sweetheart, in a low voice: Cap, maybe you should take a break.

Price shivers, her fucking hot ass voice snaps him out of his grind (YOU'RE MESSING IT UP SWEETHEART FUCKIN LEAVE)

Price: Hm. Later.

And then goes back to the grind 💀 she sighs and then has an idea.

Sweetheart: how 'bout I give you a shoulder massage! Maybe that'll relieve some of the tension?

SHIIIII BABY SAY LESSSSS

Price nods, but his mind is going BONKERS-- like omg her hands are gonna touch me, soft calloused hands, her perfume FUCK

So she does the massage, and she's actually getting in there- so much so that Price is grunting AHAHA She kinda slows down cause wtf was that? She asks if he's okay and mumbles yes, continue- so she does

She kinda gets lost in it- I mean who WOULDN'T-- his broad ass shoulders, the built muscle, THE LOW GRUNTS AUGHHH her mind just becomes hazy and her hands start to travel. Traveling to his neck, making goosebumps form along the way, slowly and gently moving down to his big chest (HNNGGGGG IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH)

Price's breath hitches cause um??? She's never done this before??? She leans into him, her chest resting on his back and her breath fanning on his neck. The small scratches from her nails is making him lose his mind. It's already lost from her fondling him, hands moving to his neck, shoulders and chest. Almost like she's studying him, how he feels, what makes him hot. Papers long forgotten, Price's fingers are GRIPPING the edge of his desk. Fuucckkkk it's been forever since he's been felt up like this.

Sweetheart, in his ear: Relax.... you're still tense.

BIITCHHHH HOW CAN HE RELAX?? He takes a deep breath, and the sigh. That this man. LETS OUT. UGHHHH rated R. Istg

If you walked in his office now, the scene is so sensual omg- Price is leaning all the way back, completely relaxed, eyes closed with mouth slightly open and eyebrows creased a bit. Sweetheart behind him, tatas pressed up against his back, head fitted between his neck with her eyes hazy and low, and her hands feeling everything. (His shoulders, arms, forearms, his chest, waist and stomach)

Sweetheart:...Are you relaxed now?

Price, lightheaded and pink: Yes...

Sweetheart, smiles: Good.

Huh? Where the hands go? Where the pressure from her chest go? Oh she got up (NOOOOO WHYYYYYY) Price snaps his eyes open and looks at her fleeting figure. Her swaying hips still keeping him light-headed.

She smiles at him before leaving.

Sweetheart: I'm glad I made you feel relaxed! Also, make sure to drink your tea while it's hot. Good night Price.

And with the sound of the click from the door, she's gone. Price can't believe what happened. Maybe he fell asleep on his desk and he had another fantasy about her? (He has had alot of fantasies about her LOLL)

Noooo, he's still up, he pinched himself. Fuck, that legit happend. And the tea is still hot... how? It felt like hours in that state of mind with her. He looked at his clock; 11:10 p.m.

....Are you fucking kidding me. (THAT ONLY LASTED FOR TEN MINUTES???MOTHER FUCK--)

Sweetheart in her room: SCREEEECCHHHHHH WHY DID I DO THAT!?!? OMG HE JUST NEEDED A MASSAGE NOT FOREPLAY OMFG WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEAAAAAA he was so hot tho- NO SHUT UP (and then cries for bout an hour)

#help me #why is this so LONG #WHY IS PRICE MY EVERYTHING #i have a thing for broad men with accents and facial hair #LIKE BADLYYYY #ITS SUCH A PROBLEM LMAO #black reader #black fem reader #cod oc #black!reader #john price #price mw2 #cod price #john price x reader #cod x y/n #141 sweetheart

[quodekash]

I could literally fall asleep any minute but im nothing if not sleep deprived and watching my favourite gay little shows!

hey nawa, I see you looking at guy as he struggles in the room on his crutches

you should kiss him

I think that you should absolutely just slam your face into his

give him another injury but its not really an injury it's just a hickey

(we're less than a minute into the episode and im already begging guynawa to make out, we're off to a great start)

we all know this is a complete lie, we've seen the trailers, we know what's gonna happen

but that doesnt mean it doesnt hurt my sad little gay soul

sailom what the hell

no way

no

you are not quitting school

is that a frikin letter of resignation or smth? can you even do that?

I love that solution and I wish it were a possibility but sailom's gonna say no, of course he's gonna say no, because the stupid bastard doesn't like accepting help for free

he doesn't understand the concept of FRIENDSHIP and FAVOURS

BITCH YOU CAN ACCEPT HELP, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO ACCEPT HELP, THEY ARE SO SO WILLING TO HELP AND GIVE YOU MONEY AND SCHOLARSHIPS AND PLATONIC LOVE AND H E L P

O4EKLGHNVWOERISDLGI HE MAKES ME SO ANGRY I HATE HIM

guy's right, and I hate sailom so much for it

BUT THAT'S THE THING, he WONT ask for help, theres no way in HELL that he'll ask for help

which is precisely how he ends up getting shot at, alone on a street corner, and why kang will have to rescue him on his bike, and why sailom will stand in the bathroom with kang holding a blanket over him as he sobs 'I have no one left'

its not that you have no one left. it's that you wont accept the help from the people who love you

(and also your brother kind of abandoned you and your parents are dead and your boyfriend also kind of abandoned you and yeah anyone would definitely feel alone in that situation so he's perfectly valid, but also ALL of his friends are offering help, his teacher is offering help, and he's accepting NONE of it)

HUG TIME

OH MAN IM ALREADY SOBBING

I LOVE MEANINGFUL GROUP HUGS SO MUCH

this could be one of the last times that they see sailom for a really long time. theres no way I could possibly be sadder holy frick

I SPOKE TOO SOON

WHY MUST THERE BE FLASHBACKS

WHY

I HATE EVERYTHING

y'know, I really thought he might hug him. but nope. he wrenched that pin off his shirt and took my heart in the process.

OMG

YES

THE PERFECT THING TO MAKE ME REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE HAPPY

GUYNAWA TIME PLEASE GUYNAWA TIME

NOOOOO THE SCENE CUT BEFORE NAWA WALKED INTO THE LITTLE ROOM THINGY TO TALK TO GUY IM SO MAD

well, not really mad

mostly just sad

bitch wth

of COURSE he's not frikin doing alright

omg he's here too?

go talk to your boyfriendddd

and also ANSWER MY QUESTIONS PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU IM SO CONFUSED GIVE ME ANSWERS

awh :(

thank you krup ;-;

this man is lovely

not just for this but also just in general

but also his actor is the freaking DIRECTOR who is RESPONSIBLE for a LOT of my anguish so we can't be too nice to this guy

oh look at that. the shooting scene is right about to happen

I was expecting it to come later on in the episode but this works too I guess

who the hell are these guys???

they dont say a word

what the hell is going on

thank you kanggg

where did he come from tho

how'd he know where sailom was and that that was happening? did he just HAPPEN to be in the area?

or is he tracking sailom's phone just to make sure he's safe cos like he already got drugged once

hey man, have you ever heard of a little thing called dodgeball?

shocking, I know, but it IS possible for a gun to have been fired, and for the person being fired at to not actually get shot

I can't think of a single reason why sailom would make up this story. like sure you could argue that hes just trying to get an enemy/rival convicted, but he very explicitly stated that he has no idea who tried to shoot him, so it can't be that.

why the hell are you suspicious my guy?

acab is real man, holy frick

how do you know they're all fake tho?

maybe all of them were real reports and you're just an ignorant arrogant piece of shit who doesn't think people under the age of 20 are capable of being truthful

I hate this guy so much

OH MY-

NOW HES STARTING TO SOUND LIKE FRIKIN UMBRIDGE

I WAS IRRITATED BEFORE, BUT NOW IM ANGRY

deep breaths, deep breaths, in and out in and out, lets not destroy our laptop today

thATS WHAT I SAID!

I feel that

:(

im so sad man

oh would you look at that. ive been impaled.

yeah that whole scene was a trainwreck for me. I am very much not even slightly okay but its fine

OHHHHHHH

that makes sense

WHAT

ANSWER MY QUESTIONS BITCH

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED THAT NIGHT CMON MAN IM SO CONFUSED

the way they fall back into old habits, kang's arm draped over sailom ;-;

I ran out of images as per usual, BUT im halfway through the episode when it happened, as opposed to like ten minutes through, so that's a nice change of pace

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #guynawa #marcwin #marc pahun #win pawin #perthchimon #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

[heartbrake-hotel]

Lordy honey yall makin me wanna write my own damn prompt. I got some more little tidbits for ya:

Elvis was turned during his first appearance at the International. But who turned him? I'm thinking there's some sort of deal going on between one the old vampires who invested in the building, maybe even the International's owner and Colonel Parker. They want Elvis to play there for as long as possible, and he isn't getting any younger--so they make it so he can't get any older, either.

At first Elvis is in a state of confusion, because fledglings (at least in my thoughts) are in a sort of fog when first turned. It helps them to adapt to feeding; cue Colonel Parker shoving cigarette girls into Elvis's suite, which he drains dry, much to his own horror when the initial feeding frenzy lifts.

And Colonel Parker isn't exactly picky with what he feeds Elvis: whoever is easy to get up into the suite, and high young girls are the easiest. Elvis tries, when he can afford it, to not feed--he doesn't know that if he drinks regularly then the frenzy won't come, but nobody has told him much of anything. His Sire isn't there, there wasn't any sort of ritual to his Turning as there normally is. No, this was just business.

aLRIGHT WOOHOO SMITTY MY LOVE LOOK AT US !!! im finally getting to this lmaoooo oOOPS 🙈 AND i have some mf THOUGHTS,,

(the orig hc post is here btw) ((idk if yall could tell but it Wrecked my Shit))

also it's been Sooooo long since we discussed this that u now have some Other relevant supernatural!au lore to pull from . so,, i hope u don't mind if i conflate the two universes a lil but ur worldbuilding in you ain't nothin' but a overtook my conscious mind weeks ago and has yet to relent 💝 oh nooooo.. whatever shall i dooooo.. 😏

far too many words under the cut. i, uh.. i may have lost control a lil 🤭🦇 ft. a frankly excessive use of pet names and an e who has been babygirlified maybe more than is appropriate within the confines of the plot (shocking, i'm sure).

right ok so !! vegas as a hub for at least some of the supernatural bc of its transient nature, high tourist volume, and seedy reputation. obvious check

for the most part, unaffiliated vamps stay out of vegas. like you said- it's too hard to monitor their blood concentrations when everyone and their dog is doing truckloads of party drugs well into the night.! but there are, of course, some Old Ones, who saw (or perhaps even built??) the city as their own personal playground btw this blends so seamlessly into the irl high-level mob ties its crazy lmao. marina's bringing up elvis is literally never not on my mind 🙏

if you're rich enough, or powerful enough (or have friends who are enough so), you don't have to fend for yourself the same way, so it's less of an issue. sucking out some rando party girl off the street is faaar beneath the pay grade of the handful of guys at the top, who have their meals carefully cultivated and hand-procured thru what is almost certainly a human trafficking ring

kirk kerkorian [or meyer kohn - u can pick ur universe, here] and the entire board of the international is of course among this group, exerting their power and influence (and perhaps Compulsion) to keep the flow of money running smoothly from the casinos below directly into their cash-lined pockets.

colonel tom parker [a demon again? or perhaps nobody in particular - either way he ends up hellspawn lmao whether literally or figuratively] is acutely aware of this when he first signs elvis on for the hotel's opening season - how could he not be? and of course everything goes perfectly smoothly for those first six weeks in 1969. **ik im twisting ur original idea just a tad but bear w me

but the longer the engagement goes, the more trouble colonel has reining elvis in. he had agreed heartily to those first fifty-eight appearances - purely to fund his upcoming world tour, you understand ("the snowman strikes again!"). but no matter how much colonel wheedles, he's not budging; elvis simply will not sign on for the next year.! he's finally holding his ground... and that's his undoing

coming off the back of his comeback special and last movie, e finally feels like he's got his mojo workin' - the king is back on top! after a looong decade stuffed fit to bursting with his botched movie career, he never thought he'd wrest any semblance of creative control away from the powers that be. but the last year or so has really made him see the value of his own opinion, AND the dangers of continued complacency. so with the backing of his family and extended entourage, he's heading halfway across the world just as soon as he gets off that stage for the last time.

colonel can't have that, not with the remainder of his hefty personal debt hanging in the balance. and with all the dough the hotel is raking in during the first dregs of their opening season, nobody up top wants their prize little cash cow flying away to london or japan or the rock of eternity or wherever he's fixin' to go - not if they have anything to say about it !

and so a plan is devised, swiftly, mercilessly, and without any pesky sense of remorse. after all, what do they have to feel bad about? they're just taking care of business

just after elvis' last performance, he's heading to his packed-up suite to shower and change for what he thinks will be the last time.. the boys are downstairs getting the last of the stuff in the cars and then they'll all head to the airport. he's got just a couple minutes to spare, and he assures them he'll be fine alone. just gonna run on up and change real quick, y'all don't needta worry about me none. [*evil colonel voice* wanna bet?]

he steps into his unusually empty suite, but before he can even shuck the towel from around his neck, his throat is being wrenched to the side in a vice grip as an unseen assailant steps from their hiding spot behind the door. he yelps, tries to throw them off, goes for the gun in his boot, but their grip is like steel, solid and unyielding, and before he can move much of anywhere there's a sharp prick in his neck and a sudden heaviness in his muscles he can't quite shake.

he assumes it's a syringe - he's not wholly unfamiliar with a needle, after all, and why would he suspect anything else? he guesses he's been drugged on account of... well, on account of bein' elvis presley. goddamn sonsabitches don't need any more reason than that. 'course, the sensation is a little different than he's used to - the gauge is unfamiliar, and he could swear he feels two distinct track marks - but by then his head is spinning too much to be certain of anything.

the last thing he feels is a rushing sense of complacency as his legs give out. his vision is swimming too much too see his attacker's face, but they let him go down, hard, and he crumples to an undignified heap on the floor helplessly as they turn to... leave? huh. not what he expected, but he supposes beggars can't be choosers

his sluggishly disjointed musings are broken only by the shadowy figure melting back into the shadows... his increasingly-addled mind knows he should be glad at their sudden departure, but all he can concentrate on is the inexplicable swing out of the vague sense of euphoria that had been the "drugs" kicking in, and a sudden accompanying feeling that he didn't like one bit. he could only describe it as a crawling fear, an absence, a kind of ripping deep in his soul... a pervasive sense of distance, of wrongness so festering he feared it was about to tear him apart from the inside out. he's suddenly certain he's not meant to be alone right now.

he gasps in the worst pain he's ever felt, and at the same moment, he's aware of a rush of footsteps in the hallway outside - he barely manages a wobbly gesture to the door and a slurred request to rip his goddamn tongue out b'the roots to the panicked faces of his boys crowding around his supine form before his vision finally goes dark.

when he wakes up, he's in an all-too-familiar bed. before running for the doctor and his daddy, a frazzled jerry sitting vigil at his side hurriedly explains that without him conscious enough to fill them in, all they knew is he wasn't fit to travel, so they'd unpacked his suite again while waiting for him to return to the land of the living. he's grateful, but assures him that as soon as he's feeling better they'll be heading out again.

he asks jerry to turn down the thermostat and flip off the light on his way out. the heavily-drawn drapes had already ensured it'd been near-pitch dark and freezing, just how he liked it, but he murmured it felt like he was burnin' up from the inside out, and his eyes were too sensitive for even the ambient glow of his bedside lamp. jerry does so and also fetches him a pair of big ol' sunglasses, without a word.

the doctors (who'd been summoned to the hotel; despite protests from the mafia, colonel had suggested that moving elvis to a hospital could be even more dangerous, what with this criminal still on the loose, and vernon had reluctantly agreed) hadn't been able to tell what he'd been dosed with - it'd metabolized too quickly to detect, apparently. all they can tell him after the last four days of monitoring his comatose form is that his vitals have been almost astonishingly strong. the only symptom he's had has been a high fever, but it breaks as soon as he's awake again- and actually, his body temp has overcorrected and is a little low now, is he feeling chilly?

they joke that whatever he'd been given seems to have actually helped him, and he's inclined to agree... despite the fact that they hadn't administered anything to him except an IV drip, in case it had any adverse interactions with whatever he'd been on, his chronic pain has mysteriously vanished. and since he's been awake and in recovery, he's only seemed to get more handsome and charming, no sign at all of being out of it and on fluids for so long. you sure wouldn't have known his recent predicament by looking at him !

he's got a host of baffling new symptoms as well, but nothing that seems dangerous or that points to any kind of diagnosis. he's growing increasingly thirsty, but the buckets of water he's drinking aren't quenching him. he seems to have lost his sense of taste (this one hits him the worst) - at first, the smell of food made him nauseous. now he can keep it down, but it feels like ash in his mouth. his light sensitivity lingers, though for the most part it's limited to natural light, and he takes to wearing the sunglasses often. he seems to have developed a sudden allergy to some of his jewelry - his silver rings and pendants now cause a burning rash. he has them remade in gold and doesn't give it a second thought.

he tells and retells his story to the cops, but they're left scratching their heads; it's widely assumed the panicked arrival of the mafia scared off the creep before they could pull off the rest of their plan. kill him, kidnap him for ransom... seemed like they'd never know for sure, but either way everyone agrees he narrowly escaped a much worse fate. colonel doesn't think it wise for him to be on the road, what with this continued threat hanging over his head, but jerry argues it doesn't seem any better to stay in vegas with this freak at large. and elvis points out that if the bastard follows him overseas, they have bigger fish to fry.

the boys seem confused that the attack doesn't appear to have played into his usual paranoia in any way; he doesn't know quite how to explain it, he tells them, but he feels stronger, somehow. more settled. like if it ever came to it again, he could handle himself. it might just be relieved cockiness, but what didn't kill him made it so he's at least not afraid again. he's been reflecting deeply on psalm 23, apparently.

and so the suite is once again packed up, despite colonel's protestations- this time with elvis under constant supervision, much to his good-natured amusement. it goes without incident, and they make it all the way to the runway before elvis is suddenly doubled over in pain in the back of the limo, sweating and shaking like a leaf.

he's groaning that it hurts, hurts s'bad, but can't say anything more than that, and within seconds the whole caravan has whipped around and is careening back to the relative safety of the hotel. by the time he's being ferried hurriedly up to his room, he's improving steadily, and by the time he's settled in bed and the doctors once more fetched, he's weak and badly shaken but seems no worse for wear.

the doctors can't explain this apparent relapse any more than the first, but tentatively give him a clean bill of health, and two days later they try it all again. this time he makes it within a couple miles of the airport, and it takes him four days to recover. the last time they try, he only makes it four blocks away from the Strip and is bedridden for a week. nobody has any sort of explanation, and the tour is put on hold indefinitely while they're seemingly stranded.

the colonel is the one who offers a possible solution. he'd been hovering around elvis' room the whole time (like a bad smell, sonny mutters when he's out of earshot), fluttering around with assurances that the hotel would gladly host them as long as they needed, maybe even sign them on for another season if elvis so wished...

when elvis finally roars that he just wants OUT of this place, goddammit in response to vernon's suggestion that he stop working himself up with leaving, colonel finally pounces.

he must put his foot down, he says. his boy is clearly in no condition to travel- no, no, not physically, he hastily amends, when elvis opens his mouth to remind him what the doctors said, but clearly mentally. something about the attack has left him emotionally unstable, it appears, and the idea of leaving, even though he's so sure he wants to, is clearly triggering some kind of psychosomatic attack. why doesn't he make up his mind to stay- not forever, just until his head is screwed on right. he can keep playing the international, and they can find him some head-shrinkers to fix him right up, eh? elvis doesn't see any choice but to glumly agree.

of course, unbeknownst to elvis, the real issue is that his Maker won't allow him to leave vegas city limits. he's been kept totally in the dark as to his situation and is thus totally suggestible, so when the vampire who Turned him (continually employed by the Ancients for just this kind of dirty work) uses their mental connection to Compel him to stay within a certain radius, elvis doesn't even know he's feeling it, much less that it's possible to fight it. his Bat simply obeys without question, to the confusion of his body and conscious mind.

if his Turning had been accompanied by proper ritual, if his Maker had explained any of his new life to him, if he'd received any guidance at all, he'd know he could override this instinct, break the Bond they shared (especially as ill-cultivated as it is), and be on his way. as it is, he's like a dog with a newly-installed invisible fence. a dog who's also growing steadily weaker since his Turning because of his lack of sustenance, mind you.

the colonel knows all this. he also knows that any doctors or psychiatrists that see elvis from this point on will be in the know, be provided by the hotel, and be payed handsomely to tell elvis exactly what the colonel wants him to hear. he send word to the Council that they've got him at last. they rejoice at the prospect of chaining elvis to their stage for an eternity, elvis begrudgingly signs the contract for another engagement, and this is where the real trouble starts...

it's been three weeks since he was inadvertently Turned, and elvis is feeling the affects of not having Fed, though he doesn't realize it. he's weak, he's thirsty, he's snappish, and can somebody turn off those godDAMNED lights !!! the mafia assume it's due to his mental slump and are at a loss except to wait it out, but the colonel thinks he has something to cheer him up. he winks and tells red that elvis will have a few, ehem.. lady visitors tonight, and surely they shouldn't be disturbed. the boys get the hint.

colonel sends up the ditziest cigarette girl he can find downstairs, a perky little blonde, so doped-up out of her mind she's wobbling in her heels. she gasped and flushed darkly when he told her that mr. presley was in need of her services; he hadn't even needed to slip her any cash to incentivize her troubles. he chomped on his cigar and grinned darkly as he watched her giggle her way to the elevator.

elvis, for his part, almost makes it. he'd answered the rhythmic little knock in his robe, loosely tied, and didn't miss the way the sweet young thing at his door gaped at the sight of all that chest on display. before he can even say anything, she's slipped under his arm and further into the room, and he raises an eyebrow and grins as he eases the door shut. he peruses her wares (the CIGARETTES !! im talking about the cigarettes..) more for show than anything else, and hands her a $20 in exchange for a pack he doesn't plan on smoking, telling her to keep the change.

she bends over far more than necessary while stacking boxes back in her tray, and flutters her lashes when she asks him if there's... anything else she can get him. flattered as he is, he tells her, he isn't sure he needs anything just now, but thank you kindly anyways, honey. truthfully, he's not sure he's feeling up for it, but she pouts so prettily as she swings her hips sadly over to the door, and turns back to ask if he's really really sure... the colonel had sent her up with express instructions to give him anything he wanted, she explains, sultry little whine in her voice, and he finds his resolve crumbling.

surely a little kissing wouldn't hurt, he reasons, might even make him feel a lil better, and her eyes light up in glee when he beckons her back over. but the minute she's in his arms, easing her way up to his lips as her eyes flutter shut, he isn't sure what comes over him. they're so close her heartbeat rushes in his ears, and without a thought he's effortlessly snapped her neck (with strength he didn't know he had) and is lapping frantically from her torn throat (pierced with the aid of sharp fangs he's never felt before). she never even saw it coming.

he moans as he sags to the ground, clutching her limp form and still slurping desperately as, for the first time since his attack, his thirst is quenched. he dimly realizes he's done something unforgivable, but his head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, everything around him distant and foggy. the sense of panic he knows he should be feeling is a far-off twinge, all but muted by the combined cocktail of ecstasy running through him: fresh blood, dope, and a brain fog he can't quite attribute to either.

when she's dry he's sated, the sense of woozy relief hits him so strong that he barely manages to stagger to his feet and stumble over to the couch, chin and hands still covered in blood, before he's passing out for ten hours of the emptiest sleep he's ever had. when he wakes up, all traces of what happened are gone, and with a mind that finally feels clearer than it has for weeks, he almost manages to convince himself it was an incredibly fucked-up dream, so potent that the sweet metallic tang is still blooming on his tongue...

...until of course, the next time it happens. it goes much the same way: the colonel has no trouble locating a girl who'll never be missed- this is vegas, after all- and sends her, high as a kite of her own volition, up to the penthouse to keep company with a disgruntled and starving elvis. he drains her dry before he can even blink, but stays awake this time to spend the next few hours totally blissed out in an uncomfortably drugged haze. the more he comes down, the more he hates not only what he's done but also the way it makes him feel.

thus starts a vicious cycle: elvis, terrified of feeding, swears off blood, until he's half-starved but fighting himself at every turn. the colonel intervenes, sending throngs of low-risk girls up to the suite, where e simply can't help himself anymore, and enters a violent blood-crazed frenzy. he spends the hours after staggering around half-lucid, waiting for the effects to fade so he can convince himself he'll never do it again.

the stronger he maintains his tenuous mental fortitude- the longer he goes between feeds- the more girls he needs in a night to fill him up, and the higher he gets afterwards. he doesn't ask where colonel finds them or what he does with the bodies. he thinks dully that he doesn't much want to know.. it's hard enough on his conscience already.

of course, yet another thing nobody's bothered to explain to poor frightened fledgling elvis is that every time he refuses to feed when he should, every time he feels the welling signs of that dark hunger within himself and shoves them down in distress, every time his instincts are forced to take over and quite literally make him feed, that it exacerbates the mental fog he's feeling.

vampiric lore (which of course he doesn't know) attributes it to a sort of easing-in countermeasure; it's only newly-turned vampires, not fully in touch with their desires, that attempt to starve themselves so, clearly suffering from a mental block regarding the morality of preying upon their former species. to smooth their transition into acceptance of their new form, every time they're forced to feed rather than do it willingly, a potent release of hormones and neurotransmitters floods their system, both to combat any lingering guilt and to make them crave the mental release of feeding just as much as the physical.

if he were to feed normally, if he were to provide his body with the nourishment it needed on a regular basis, his instincts wouldn't have to override his mind this way. he wouldn't be forced to feed so violently or so much, he'd be able to control himself such that he could select his own victims preferentially and even bring himself to stop before killing them, and he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed afterwards.

elvis thinks of his... condition as an affliction, a temptation he lacks the strength to overcome, but really, it's his body's desperate attempt to stay alive when his mind insists on thwarting his ongoing survival at every turn. the bloodlust isn't a punishment but a protective measure, and one he could prevent if he'd take consistent care of his new needs.

and on top of all that, the particular way his intake is chemically tainted only adds to this anguish, because now he's unknowingly also developing a dependency on the drugs- the painful withdrawal symptoms of which serve to strongarm him into feeding even more frequently.

things are only exacerbated by his performance engagement starting back up; of course, it's even easier to find girls- hordes of them batter the doors to the showroom after every show, desperate for just another glimpse of him- but it also means he's got a responsibility to be right there on that stage twice a night, able-minded or no, and he takes that very seriously.

he's got people to support, after all, so he gets very used to functioning while highly intoxicated, whether that means performing, schmoozing the high rollers in the casino at the behest of his hotel benefactors, or smiling through a never-ending stream of reporters and photographers during every interview and press conference.

this is where the reader steps in !!!

you're one of less than a handful of vamps, just two or three, really, who manage to stick around vegas (and consume healthy blood) without the influence of the Old Ones, a feat you manage by staying off the Strip almost entirely. you stick to the suburbs, both as a way to ensure you're not tripping out after every meal, and to (hopefully) stay out of sight and out of mind of the powerful Ancients who don't want anyone infringing on their territory. this is very fright night remake vibes btw if anyone remembers that

but there's very little to do in the dusty, sprawling desert neighborhoods that isn't centered around maintaining the tourism industry downtown, especially for an immortal with nothing but time (and the occasional meal) to kill. you're nowhere near as experienced as those you seek to avoid, but you've been around the block quite a few times yourself, and sometimes the neon glow of the city lights overrides the quiet boredom of your safely-maintained little perimeter.

tonight is one such night: elvis presley had been headlining the international hotel for what felt like ages, or maybe just a blink - it was hard to judge that pesky human time, when their lifespans were so much shorter than yours. either way, he'd been this era's answer to jesus for a few decades now, and you had to admit you were curious to see him in person at last.

you decide on the midnight show- maybe if you're lucky, you can scrounge up a snack on the way home. you don't bother with a ticket- though you have more than enough human money stored up over the years, you're sure it's no use for what promises to be a sold-out show. the bouncers aren't any deterrent, either- you simply Compel them into checking the list for your name another time, and they let you in without a murmur. the showroom is packed so full, you notice as you survey the area, that nobody could ever notice one more.

you slip into a vacant seat at the end of one of the long tables that line the stage, with a group of screaming fans who don't seem to notice that they don't know you. you can't tell if their distraction is borne more from excitement or alcohol, but either way, you're grateful for the cover. you order a bloody mary as your own personal joke and bide your time until the show starts, perusing the booths that line the floor behind you. you recognize a few familiar Old Ones, by face if not name- no surprise, considering who runs the casino just outside.

eventually, the lights fade and the orchestra bursts into an opening riff. you clap with the rest when elvis struts out on stage, looking resplendent in a white jumpsuit, grinning wide and boyishly and practically glowing under the stage lights. his rings flash as he waves to the audience, courteous and attentive even as he starts singing. when the song's over he introduces himself and some of the VIPs, including the owner of the hotel (now there's a vamp who's been getting himself a lot of press lately), and the heavyset man next to him, apparently elvis' own manager. the man gives a simpering smile and wave to the crowd as the spotlights illuminate the booth, and you wrinkle your nose as you turn back to the main stage. you haven't placed it yet, but something seems off about that one.

elvis puts on a good show, you'll give him that, but the longer you watch, the more puzzled you become. he's slurring just a bit when he jokes with the band in between numbers, and more clumsy than you'd expect for someone so flexible; you'd say it was just another hollywood star using and abusing drugs if he didn't look so... panicked every time. he's twitchy, too, keeps getting down toward the edge of the stage like he's about to move out into the crowd and start planting kisses on his clamoring fans, like you've heard he does, but he keeps jerking himself back at the last second. they seem to think he's teasing, screaming louder every time, and he plays it off with a slow grin, but it's almost like... like he's afraid he won't be able to control himself, like...

ah. there it is

you zero in on just the barest flash of fang in his smile, and immediately suss out what's going on. elvis presley, a fledgling vamp in what is indisputably the worst city in the world for fledgling vamps... strange things are happening every day, aren't they?

that leaves you with more questions than answers, however... questions like where's his Master? why isn't he feeding properly? who's keeping him half-starved and strung-out? and most importantly, does he even know what's going on?

you narrow your eyes contemplatively as you watch him fool with the microphone before prompting the band to start the next song. all it takes is seeing his hands tremble around the cord to make you nod decisively and shoot back the rest of your drink. you suppose you can stick around a little longer than originally planned... after all, it seemed like elvis might need a little help fixing this, whether he knew it or not.

you lingered just a little after the show ended, waiting until the throngs of frantic women had pushed their way back to the lobby before heading after them yourself. you glanced around surreptitiously, locating the nearest elevator bay... and near it, a familiar older man with a cane whispering furtively to a clearly-tipsy young woman, one you recognized from your table during the show. she had caught a silk scarf fluttering down in front of her from the man himself and hadn't stopped screaming until the lights came back on. bingo

you ran one hand through your hair haphazardly, tousling it slightly as you stumbled your way over to them. "oh, there you are! i was looking for you," you chirped. she gasps and waves excitedly in the earnest way only drunk girls do, but your mouth is open again before she can speak and do something incriminating, like ask your name. "who's y'r friend? s'he coming upstairs with us?" you giggle, leering at... what had his name been again? ah yes, colonel parker. you silently gave a sigh of thanks for your heightened senses- you might not have recognized him just from your brief glimpse during the show otherwise.

the colonel glanced you over dismissively, clearly writing you off as another inebriated fan - his mistake, but exactly what you wanted him to think all the same. he gave you a leering grin and tapped his cane as he said "ah, i was just asking your friend here to do a simple personal favor for me..." you hummed disinterestedly until he continued "...on behalf of mister presley, of course." you gasped exaggeratedly and willed your cheeks to flush- lucky you had fed recently.

he seems to buy it, from the way his eyebrow ticks upwards when he sees your reaction "perhaps you would like to... accompany her to his suite, no?" he teases. you nod raptly, artificial stars in your eyes, and he snorts as he pushes the call elevator button for you with the top of his cane. "top floor. you two enjoy yourselves," he chuckles. the two of you giggle as he saunters away, towards the casino entrance.

as soon as the doors slide shut behind you, you straighten up and tidy your hair in the chromatic reflection until you're once again presentable. you brush off your outfit, fiddling until you're satisfied, then take a deep breath. snapping once to get your lightly confused companion's attention, your turn her shoulders towards you so she's making woozy and bewildered eye contact with you.

"hi honey. having a good night? good. this is how the rest of it is gonna go, ok? now you listen to me-"

when the doors opened again at the thirtieth floor, the girl (tracy. she had told you absently her name was tracy) waved distractedly over her shoulder as she walked straight out of the elevator bay and into the nearby stairwell, head filled with what she believed to be an immutable truth about the elevator being out of service. she'd walk back to her room (on the off chance there was anyone downstairs monitoring the floor indicator dial), wake up perfectly safe in the morning, and think nothing of it.

meanwhile, you let yourself into elvis' suite with the key tracy had handed over, a parting gift from the colonel. you left the lights off, made yourself comfortable on the couch facing the door, and waited.

you didn't have to wait long- just minutes later, there was noise outside, multiple male voices speaking over each other as they all piled out of the elevator and headed for the door, elvis' the loudest. "yeah, yeah, i said i'd meet you down there, didn't i? doin' my damn head in... i'll tell ya what, y'all g'head and i'll call down there when i'm done. yes i swear, now git!" laughter and good-natured ribbing faded as the elevator doors presumably closed behind the crowd once again, punctuated with a sigh and the click of the door lock disengaging another time.

elvis didn't seem to notice you as he walked in, leaving the light off as well as he patted his face dry with the damp towel looped around his neck. he leaned against the wall with one hand to brace himself as he toed off his boots, then whipped his dark shades off onto a side table and gripped the bridge of his nose with another deep sigh.

"are you in any pain, mr. presley?" he yelped in undignified surprise and whipped around with a touch of vampiric speed, dropping the towel in his fright to discover the source of your voice. despite the pitch blackness of the room, his eyes locked onto yours immediately through the dark, without needing to scan the empty space around you- another sign of his transition. no mortal could see as perfectly well in this scenario as the two of you could.

"wh- who-" he stuttered some, regaining his bearings, as you cocked your head in evaluation. "i'm sorry to startle you, mr. presley," you say evenly, but pleasantly. "you can drop that shit straightaway, honey, that's my daddy. can jus' call me elvis." he murmurs absentmindedly, as if it hadn't been what he really intended to say but came out by habit. "and now that you know me, may i ask who you are? and better yet what the hell you're doing in my room?" he doesn't sound angry, per se, more resigned than anything, and you smile wryly in response as you introduce yourself. "real pretty, honey, but i'd like an answer to my other question, too." he raises his eyebrow, and you wonder if he's even aware of how much charismatic mental energy he's leaking right now. it was even more apparent to you now why humans throw themselves at him left and right.

"sorry, m- i mean, elvis. the colonel sent me up. i saw your show- you were fantastic, but i had a couple questions." "he did, did he? just wonderful," he almost growls, squeezing his eyes shut. "and some questions, you said? you a reporter?" his voice sounds hard-edged for the first time tonight, but he seems to relax again when you answer with a simple no. "just concerned, i guess." he hums tiredly at your response, vague though it is. "concerned about what, 'bout the show? i'll do my best to answer your questions, honey, but i really don't think there's all too much to be concerned about-"

"elvis, when was the last time you fed?" you can hear his breath catch from clear across the room. "i-i had lunch after rehearsals, but i ain't had dinner yet, if that's what you're askin'... pretty forward way to ask me on a date, but i-" you put a hand up to cut him off. "i think you know perfectly well that's not what i'm asking, elvis. when was the last time you fed properly? on blood?" "...ha! been watching a little too many dark shadows reruns, honey?" his words trip over themselves getting out, and eventually he gives up to just blink at you, speechless, owl-eyed, and afraid despite his frankly pathetic attempt at a cover. he looks like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar only this time the metaphorical cookie jar is a number of very literal human corpses lol

you bite back a sigh- perhaps you pushed too hard there. poor thing is wringing his hands like he thinks you're gonna put him in cuffs any minute. "maybe we should start over- i'm here to help, ok? i wanna make sure you're alright, cuz i think you might have a lot of questions nobody's explained to you yet. c'mere and sit next to me, baby, and we'll just talk" you pat the seat next to you, flipping his casual pet naming back on him effortlessly. to be fair, he is a baby to you- only, what, a couple months old? that's nothing compared to your few hundred years.

he eyes the spot next to you but shakes his head, still looking like a lost puppy. "n-no, i- m'fine over here," he manages. you furrow your brow; he's gonna need to start trusting you if he wants your help, and this is a bad way to begin. "i promise, i'm not gonna hurt you, elvis-" that sure does it. "i'm not worried about that!" he exclaims. "m'worried about me hurting you!"

you breathe out a surprised little oh, suddenly understanding. "is that what you're so worried about, sweetie? i'm not afraid of you." you try to placate him. "y-you should be afraid of me, honey. i am."

and that's the crux of the matter, isn't it? it breaks your heart a little to know that this is what he's been grappling with alone. it's not meant to be like this- with time and acceptance, he was meant to gain eternal companionship (your semi-loner status nonwithstanding). and whoever heard of a scared vampire?

but you put that aside to focus on elvis- and quickly realize there's one more... little thing you might've left out.

"you don't need to be anymore, ok? i'm gonna help you learn to control it." you beckon him over again, and this time he makes it halfway across the floor before you realize you're not sure if you're Compelling him or not. he'll need to learn what it feels like eventually, in order to both use it and combat it, but now's probably not the time. you break eye contact, just in case, and he falters slightly, but keeps coming, putting you at ease.

as he gets close enough to hear your heartbeat, though, his eyes suddenly turn frantic, and he backpedals, once again in the grip of that familiar terror. "you- you have to get out of here, i can't-" you shush him, not unkindly. "oh, sweetheart. that one's my bad, ok? i guess i haven't been very good at this so far," you grin apologetically. "but you couldn't hurt me, even if you tried"

you use your superspeed to whoosh over to his side and back, the only sign you'd moved at all the slight sway of your hair in the breeze it creates- and the golden ankh pendant now swinging from your upturned palm. elvis gapes, hands reaching up to feel the now-empty space around his neck where the necklace rested just moments ago. "how...?" listen i really can't be assed abt the fact he wasn't wearing necklaces this early ok. it was a cool move

"forgot to tell you - i'm souped up, too." you wink at him, flashing your pupils the deep red they turn when you're Feeding. "and also i think a little stronger than you, given what i saw on stage tonight." this is soo cliche im sorry but Spooky Eyes HAWT. i don't feel bad about it actually

the immediate sense of overwhelming relief on his face almost aches to see, and he's crossed the remaining stretch of floor to practically collapse in your arms sobbing before you can blink. it's... very surprising, you'll admit, but not unwelcome, either, and you're sure the uncertainty lingers in your voice as you gentle him softly, petting his hair and rubbing his back and trying not to overthink the fact that you've known elvis presley for all of ten minutes and now... this is happening. whatever this is.

"woah- woah, hey, what's happening? what's the matter, baby?" he's shaking like a leaf as you hold him, trying to work out in what universe this makes sense. "i-i-i ain't-" he manages through tears. "i haven't been able to touch any-anyone this whole time without b-being so goddamned afraid i'd hurt 'em... and i just- i..."

your worst fears for him, first materialized as you watched him onstage and puzzled about the identity of his Master, are confirmed. "baby... have you been alone this whole time?" you whisper. he just nods from his resting place, face buried in your shoulder. IS this a weird level of intimacy for 2 virtual strangers? totally yup. DO i still think its arguably valid considering how desperately lonely i have decided to make this bitch? uh huh :3

you suck in a breath through your teeth, suddenly filled with the fiery emotion you've been tamping down all night- rage. rage at whoever organized this hit, at whoever must be profiting off it while elvis suffers and innocent girls die, at the colonel who's been shepherding bodies in here endlessly and apparently without deigning to give elvis any proper help or training- yeah, don't think you forgot about him.

but before you can do anything about that, you have to do something with the king of rock 'n roll, who's finally quieting down in your lap. you shove the anger back down, the same way you do your bloodlust- the same way you'll teach elvis.

he sits back up, furiously wiping his tear-stained face. "sorry, honey- i don't know what came over me." he barks a laugh but his eyes tell you it's for show. you tut at him, standing up to fetch him a tissue and maybe a bottle of water, if you can find it- you're sure there must have been one waiting for him after the show. his eyes widen again, but before he has time for concern you cup his cheek to brush the last of his tears away with the pad of your thumb, accompanied by a gently chiding look that says i'm not going anywhere

he has enough time to look sheepish before you putter back over to him with your spoils, talking a mile a minute to distract him. "tch, enough of that! that's part of the change- everything you felt before is doubly strong now. it can be hard to separate your emotions sometimes, especially when you're not used to it. you'll feel everything differently now, and twice as hard."

he takes a moment to mull that over as he mops his face and chugs the water bottle, then nods as he meets your eyes again. "i didn't know that, but it sounds- it feels right. what else can ya tell me?" you chuckle darkly, stretching out on the couch. "oh, just bunches, baby. get comfortable, cuz i know you've got questions- and i've got your answers."

over the course of the night, you explain everything to elvis- how he was Turned, the changes his body's going through, all the symptoms and abilities he'll experience now, why he's feeling the way he is, his options for feeding, how his habits need to change if he intends to keep going like this... it's a laborious process, given how little he knows and how much he thinks he does- he's already got a lot of misconceptions to retrain.

"hey, maybe you're the one who's been watching too many dark shadows reruns lately!" you mean it as a joke, but he flushes. "well, s'not like there's a, a handbook or anythin'! i've been tryin' to study up!" you burst out laughing, and he laughs with you.

at one point he orders up dinner for the two of you, which provides the perfect opportunity for you to offer him a creature comfort- "food? yeah, you can eat food. it won't sustain you, but you're free to eat for pleasure." at his pained look, you give him a knowing smirk. "i bet it tastes nasty right now, doesn't it?" he nods glumly, eyeing your super-rare hamburger, and you chuckle, eyeing him as you take an exaggerated bite. he groans in annoyance, and you laugh as you lick your fingers clean. "don't worry- that'll pass. it's your instincts' way of telling you that you're malnourished- kind of a deterrent from stuff that won't actually keep you alive. you'll be back to your peanut butter and banana in no time, promise." he cheers, and orders up a bottle of champagne, just for that.

"that's another thing- we metabolize differently. your system can tell the difference between the liquid calories it needs and the solid calories you're feeding it just for fun. you won't derive any energy from human food, so you can't gain weight. no reason to store fat," you shrug. "but it also means-" you clink your champagne glass with his in a mock toast, "-you can't get drunk." he sputters, "well, why'd you even let me order the bubbly then?? this shit's expensive, so they tell me!" "i like the way it sparkles! it tickles my nose!"

the hours come and go, but the two of you barely notice, so wrapped up in your conversation. that's another thing you explain- how he'll need much less rest now, if he keeps himself healthy, but that until he's being nourished properly he'll be fatigued and need to sleep pretty much like before. he admits that he was practically nocturnal beforehand, anyway- he hadn't even noticed this one change among so many more pressing.

his drapes were heavy-duty, but you could see just the barest sliver of skyline out the window as the sun began to rise. "it's almost dawn," you whisper, conscious of the fact that the vampire before you is very young, and has had a very long night. a very long month, to be perfectly honest. he hums from where his head is resting on your thigh- you'd encouraged him to lie down an hour ago when he kept breaking off his sentences to yawn hugely. actually, you'd encouraged him to get some rest and you'd talk more later, but he'd refused to go to bed, assuring you he wasn't tired 't all, just sore from the show- he got muscle aches, you know, and he needed to stretch out. you hadn't been convinced then, and you were even less so now, keeping a fond eye on him (fond?? when had that happened) as he drowsed in your lap.

his end of the conversation had started lagging about the same time you started running your hand through his hair, until he was practically purring in contentment. you huffed in amusement. "more like a kitty cat than a bat, i think." he cocked an eyebrow and grinned salaciously, though he didn't open his eyes. "oh honey, i'll show you a cat... a pussycat, to be precis-" "HEY!" you swatted him teasingly and he snickered, settling down again. "keep it clean, presley." "yes, Master." you paused in your ministrations at that, just long enough for his brow to furrow. "you don't have to call me that." "yeah... but can i? i mean, would'ya mind if i-?" his voice was quiet, but sincere. "...ok. but only if you want to." he can hear the smile in your voice without looking, and it makes him smile, too.

"you do have a real one out there, y'know." "i know. but they ain't ever helped me none- all they've done for me is turn my life upside down and leave again. but you... hell, honey, i've only known you one night, and already things are starting to feel right side up again." you sit with that for just long enough to feel pleased before you reach down to tweak his nose. he giggles, and your bid to give the both of you a break from being so fucking earnest goes off without a hitch. the tension stays broken, but the tranquil mood remains.

"guess you're stuck with me again- i can't make it all the way home in that," you venture eventually, nodding at the lone streak of sun making its way past the blackout curtains to pool on the floor behind the piano. luckily far out of the way, or he might've had a particularly unpleasant awakening of his own, had he stumbled through the patch accidentally. he shifts minutely, well on his way to sleep by now. "mm, sounds jus' awful," he drawls, answer delayed only slightly by the fact that he's snoozing, his voice is so quiet that without your enhanced senses you'd have to strain to hear it. "can't imagine quite how i'll make it through if you've gotta stick around s'more." "even dead to the world, you maintain your sense of humor, huh, baby? and those lady-killer tendencies, i see" "yeah, well, i have killed quite a few lad-" "elvis!" you laugh, scandalized, as he huffs a laugh as well as he leverages himself up to sitting.

he rubs his eyes as he tries to get his bearings. "s'pose that's my way of asking real tactful... what happens next?" "well, first we've gotta detox you." "what, from the blood? i thought you said-" "nope, not from the blood. from the drugs in the blood." "from the w-" he gapes, looking shocked and hurt, and also a little appalled at himself. "i really am sorry to break it to you, sweetheart- there's a lot going on with you right now, and only some of it is due to... this," you reach up a hand to thumb at one of his fangs, which had slipped out as soon as you started talking about blood. "the rest of it is a combination of the vegas lights and whoever up top orchestrated the whole thing." he nods slowly, expression inscrutable. "we'll take it slow, i promise. ok?" "yeah," he nods more steadily now. "yeah, i trust you."

"well, then, mr. presley- are you ready?" he nods his head as if on instinct, then has the decency to look confused. "ready for what?" you smile, fangs out. "to start getting you fixed up... so we can take down those bastards responsible for this." he just stares at you a moment before a slow grin starts to take over his face, eyes darkening to match the quite literally bloodthirsty expression in yours.

"let's get to it."

#blurb #ask #goddamn will they EVER let each other finish a sentence.??? #sorry dialogue is Not my forte 🙈 im a prose kinda girlie hardcore #also yahhhh i just kind of . totally abandoned the ending to cater to my h/c fantasies. sorry not sorry 😎 #halfway thru the second block of bullets i realized the hc format was completely pointless and i had basically written a full fic #on the other hand im nothing if not a stubborn bitch so.. not changing the formatting now.! #if u think about this too hard u start to see a lot of plot holes #or at least further questions about the specificities of vamp lore in this au #to that i would recommend u pls ignore them 🥰 #GODDD i started writing this directly in the ask. like a fucking FOOL #knowing FULL WELL how this stupid post editor not only eats ask drafts for breakfast and spits out their bones #but ALSO that the even STUPIDER copy/paste restrictions would hit #since theres a character block limit separate from the character POST limit 🙄 #so ive had this tab open for almost a week and have just been walking on eggshells around my laptop praying to not lose it dfghj #MASSIVE SIGH OF RELIEF TO POST IT TBH #also smitty ive got a sidenote for u as well but its gonna go on main lmao. one sec #oh god............ just realized i did the ff.net thing with the in-text ANs 😳😳 #pOST CANCELLED; EVERYBODY GO HOME

[nyahuaisang]

oh nooooo is poor baby upset that something they like is inherently queer in nature 🥺🥺🍼🍼

Notice how I'm really just discussing the themes presented to us by the anime and yet they're acting like im screaming in their face. They don't do this to other people discussing other aspects of the series in the comments, only to me, because I was discussing a topic they didn't want associated with the series. "Wokism knows no bounds" and "calm down" as if i was acting deranged instead of doing what everyone else is and adding my own thoughts about the series like everyone else is doing. Classic "paint the queer as crazy so people wont listen to them" tactics..

I've mostly been talking about heavenly delusion in the context of it being excluded by other queer fans but there are tons of queerphobes who has and will try to push back against this series being queer as well because let's face it. It's an amazing series. It has a great plot, great characters, great animation, great soundtrack and most importantly, it doesn't have that oh so helpful "genderbender" or "yaoi" tag that would help them differentiate the "normal" media from the corner that all queer media is pished into, so of *course* the bigots will try to insist that it's not queer. Because they can't love something that's queer, so they need to make it cishet.

Even people who may say they're not queerphobe or has 'shown their support for the yaoi and yuri genres and the fujoshis and fudanshi will most likely not address the queerness in this whatsoever and dismiss it with wordings like "it's really more of a bodyswap" or "i support the lgbt+ but this doesn't really fit into that" or "not everything is queer and this isnt even really queer" or "it would be a disservice/offensive to tbe lgbt+ community if i were to call this queer" etc...etc...because why?

Because they like it. And because it doesn't stay in the nice little corner labeled "uhh woke gay stuff" where they push anything queer into and pretends to uplift it but they only uplift it because it's in that little convenient corner away from all the "normal good" stuff.

Do not and I mean DO NOT let them do this. This is not just a one off lesbian kiss that never comes back, it does. Kiruko's transplant into a girl's body is not just for fanservice or romance shenanigans, it is written into the plot. Maru does not rescind his confession after learning that Kiruko is a boy, in fact, he outright states he's still in love with him. Maru also immediately asks if he should stop referring to him as "Sis", to which Kiruko says he can still use. There will be blatant and direct intersex characters. It's not just a one-off thing that happens, no, the queerness is literally BAKED into this. It may not be the main focus like other queer series such as shimanami tasogare or my lesbian experience or miyano and sasaki but it is still there and unrefutable.

Don't let the queerphobes take a series that is inherently queer in nature and overshadow that queerness with their cisheteronormativity.

The fact of the matter is that kiruko is set to be the main romantic interest of Maru, a boy, and there is just no way to frame that in a way that it is both cis and hetero, which, in turn, makes it QUEER.

"Queer enough" is not just in issue with truscum but its also something queerphobes will try to use to reject queer media.

Don't let them take this from us. We already don't have much as it is and what we do have all end up being removed from the general audience and pushed into that little "queer corner".

#heavenly delusion spoilers #heavenly delusion #tengoku daimakyou #天国大魔境

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros": From beyond

Ares: *sleeping on his bed*

Apollo, Hephaestus and Hermes: *sneaking next to Ares*

Hephaestus: *quietly sets up a fan next to Ares and turns it on*

Apollo: *whispers* I don't understand Hephaestus what are doing with Ares?

Hephaestus: *whispers* what I should have done long ago....I'm going to purpose suggestions through Ares's current state of REM sleep, his mind is now vulnerable to what any possible information we shall present to him...

Hermes: *whispers* In a nut shell, we're going to convince him to build a jacuzzi for us.

Apollo: *whispers* we can do that right now.

Hephaestus: *whispers* dear halfbrother, why would we waste our energy into building something ourselves when we can just make Ares do it for us?

Apollo: *whispers* this is unethical coming from you Hephaestus, sorry Hermes but I would say I expected better but this is generally something you'd probably do.

Hermes: *snickers a little* here we go. *Turns on the fan and speaks through it* ~Areeeees, Arrreeessss.....this is your great grandfather.....ugh... Ouranus speaking from beyond the ~~~beyoooooond~~~~.

Ares: *smirks half awake* wut? ~° da fuk? Great grand dad?

Hermes: *continuing* ~ yessss tis I. You've done me prrrooouuud my boy....I am sending you on a ~~~quessst~~~.

Apollo: *shocked this could actually be working*

Ares: *getting almost back to sleep but still listening* uuuuggghhh....does dad know about *yawn* this?

Hephaestus: *takes the fan* ~nooooo, be does not, but your quest....is to build a mighty "Jacuzzi of the Gods"....it must be done as.... Efficiently....as possible. You shall build it by hand, with no assistance....

Apollo: *mouths to himself in disbelief* what the actual fuk?

Ares: uuugghh...~° ok.

Hermes: *takes the fan back* ~it should have cup holders and a massage function tooo~~~

Ares: ~~mmm..k. *goes to back to sleep*

Hephaestus:*whispers* ok on my mark we hide under the bed.

Apollo: what no I'm not standing for this.

Hephaestus: *takes the fan back and decides to shout*THOU SHALL BUILD IT NOW!

Ares: *now fully wakes up* AH! OK OK IM UP! *Looks around and sees no one* .....what the fuk....oh shit that quest stuff....ugh....*gets up to find tools*

Apollo: *gets out from under Ares bed* what on earth?!? That really shouldn't have worked.

Hephaestus: hehehehehe we shall see the full extent of our little experiment.

Hermes: aaaaand I finally get to have that Jacuzzi I wanted.

Apollo: ...I can give you that now!

Hermes: I know, but what about a jacuzzi you can get for free?

Apollo: WE'RE GODS WE DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!

*later in the week after several more sleep suggestions*

Zeus: hmm....Hera, my spring chickadee.

Hera: *sighs* yes Zeus?

Zeus: ....why is there Jacuzzi in the main hall....and.... several other items? *Is seeing what looks like a fair amount of requested items and crudely made statues of Apollo, Hephaestus and Hermes all made by Ares* ....

Hera: Hmm... I'm not sure, but at least our son is finally getting into something more productive than war.

Zeus: hmm....*walks around and sees that there's a tikihut themed deck with a full bar and another Jacuzzi with Apollo, Hephaestus and Hermes in it.*......what is the meaning of this?

Apollo: *drinking a margarita* oh hello father! Would you like to join us?

Hermes: yah come on i-

Zeus: where is Ares?

Hephaestus: *drinking brandy* ....hmm..Im not sure...oh wait he's out getting us lunch.

Hermes: oh right he's getting takeout.

Zeus: *knowing damn well Ares doesn't do this kind of shit out the kindness of his own heart*....... alright, confess right now boys....what did you three do?

Apollo: .... ugh...

Hermes: Oh he's just doing stuff for us cus he like... really cool about it.

Ares: *came back from gods knows where* hey guys, so I'm not sure how Ouranus knows what you guys like but here's your order. Also seriously which one of you ordered a pizza with ham, olives, banana peppers and eggs that's shits fucking vile sounding.

Zeus: OURANUS?!?!? By the cosmic powers of the ether are talking about?!

Ares: oh yeah great grandpa Ouranus told me to do a bunch of stuff like build this hottub and shit...not sure why he's asking me but if he's calling me from *air quotes* "Beyond the Beyond" then it's probably important....I guess.

Zeus: *glairs at Hermes, Apollo and Hephaestus*.......and how is Ouranus communicating with you Ares?

Ares: ugh... through my sleep....

Zeus: *turns around dramatically* ...I knew it! Hypnos is responsible for this! Hera! Bring me my scroll and my quill! I have a very irate letter to write to Nyx!

Hera: *from the other room* do you want your angry letter quill with the speckles on it or you want the you write for administrative letters?

Zeus: THE REALLY ANGRY ONE! *leaves the room*

Ares: ...ugh wut? I did all this for nothing? *Kinda disappointed he didn't actually get a very important message from beyond the grave by Ouranus*

Apollo: ...oh that's very terrible....*turns to Hermes* You need to stop this.

Hermes: ..ugh...I'll send an apology letter to Hypnos later this week...*just enjoying his Jacuzzi*

Hephaestus: *now knows the lengths and extent of using a fan while Ares sleeps* hehe...oh don't worry, I'm sure someone will tell the truth some our w-

Ares: oh by the way the weirdest shit happened to me this morning, I woke up and I found this fan in my room and shit, and I just fukn wrecked the hell out on cus I thought it was someone watching me in my sleep.

Hephaestus: *forgot he accidentally let the fan behind* damnit

Apollo: oh that's so strange I wonder who would do such a thing. *Looks at Hephaestus knowing damn well what he did*

Hermes: ah what the fuk Heph you forgot the fan?

Ares: WHAT.

Hephaestus, Hermes and Apollo: NOTHING.

#greek mythology #hellenistic #greek gods #greek posts #greek bros #greek myth memes #ares #Hephaestus #Apollo #Hermes #Zeus

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of twd 11x18

- melissa mcbride intro 🫶🫶🫶

- omg daryl tribute

- also if this is how all the episodes start im gonna start getting annoyed fr fr

- MERCERRERRR AND CAROLLLLLL

- oh my fuck that slash was so scary

- omg daryl looks good with his bangs a lil swoopy

- yeahhh f bomb daryl

- omg carol 🫶

- OH MY GOD THAT MADE ME JUMP SIMPLY A ASTRONOMIC SLAY FROM DARYL DIXON

- carol looking back at pamela pls 😭

- oh but where r u going that knife is so nice bby come back

- ok but i think i would have done the same lance is so pathetic

- oh my god theyre making lance take the fall for sebastian what the fuck

- NOOO CAROL NO R U KIDDING ME

- “anybody else?” stares straight at daryl

- oh my god i knew lance would be a little shit hostage

- he just like me fr 🫶

- KILL HIM MERCER

- KILL HIM KILL HIM

- LANCE PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH

- omg pamela’s fit kinda fire ngl

- why is this scene so charged its making me so uncomfortable

- “friends and allies” pls they look like they wanna die

- omg celebrating corruption and nepotism!!

- EUGENE’S LITTLE RAT TAIL PLSSSSSS

- eugene pls this is so sad i want them to be happy pls

- OMG SHES GONNA KILL HIM IKTR IKTR

- caryl scene caryl scene caryl scene 🤞🤞🤞

- DAMN IT NO CARYL SCENE

- omg i forgot about oceanside

- omg girl talk❣️❣️

- oh

- oh um

- wow uh

- NOOO THEYRE TEARING UP NOT MY BBYGIRLS 😭😭😭

- TAKE HAPPINESS WHEREVER YOU CAN GET IT AND DONT EVER BE SORRY ABOUT IT 😭😭😭

- awww daryl and lydia 🫶🫶🫶

- i love them so much its crazy

- NOOO GRACIE AND AARON PLS SHES SO WORRIED ABOUT HER DAD

- omg denying the grimes legacy (dying)

- omg she really is michonne’s kid

- NOOO AARON CRYING AND LOOKING AT GRACIE PLS LET THEM BE HAPPY

- i love ezekiel so much ❤️

- is ezekiel still in love with carol thats so unfortunate

- AND AMERICA ITSELF?2!-?-?-?

- max should be president instead

- SEBASTIAN SUCKS SO BADDDDDD

- need him to die fr fr fr

- ugh fuck off i hate the miltons they need to die

- BITCH BOY CRYING

- this is giving me flashbacks to when i had to get a ultrasound of my uterus and they told me to drink a litre of water an hour beforehand and i almost pissed myself the second i felt the transducer press against my stomach

- nobody cares negan shut up ur like 67

- ewww they kissed that’s disgusting i do not wanna see that

- HIS VEST OMG

- been through war fr fr

- thats so sexy of him fr

- omg the siblings b scheming

- CARYL SCENES 🫶🫶🫶 OFC HE GOES TO HER FOR HELP 🫶🫶

- carol telling him not to compare himself to rick <3

- love them <3333

- omg r they going to see lance

- OH MY GOD MY PIECE OF SHIT LITTLE MAN❣️❣️

- lmao his dumb hand

- omg lance telling him to use his words

- why is every scene with lance so charged

- why is he soloing his sermon

- look at little coco she looks so cute 😭

- rosita’s shirt looks SO COMFY i need it

- JUDITH PLS

- oh god pls le

- OH MY GOD THEY KILLED THEM PLEASE RESPECT THE WORKERS OH MY GOD THATS SO FUCKED UP

- omg daryl here to pray 4 forgiveness

- yo jc u taking any suggestions

- OH OMG I FORGOT JUDITH

- why is he grunting so hard calm down daryl

- nooo his backstory pls

- no no no please im in too much of a fragile state to handle this

- daryl is literally just trying his best </3

- he needs a hug :(

- HE’S TRYING SO HARD PLEASE 😭😭😭

- every time sebastian comes on screen i throw up a lil

- kill him max kill him kill him

- she has so many hb pencils omg

- oh wait sebastian kinda served (minus the whole him being an asshole thing)

- oh serve max

- CARYL SCENE❣️❣️🫶

- OH MY GOS SHE RECORDED HIM I JUST REALIZED

- eugene’s little stupid cowboy hat 🫶

- um what in the wwe is going on here

- it’s giving woodbury fake walker fighting

- omg sebastian going off script

- OH NO OH NO OMG

- oh slayyyy max slayyyy

- OMG THE LOTTERY LMAOOO

- the shot of sebastian running through the crowd pls thats so funny

- WALKERS R U KIDDING ME

- wow rip to the commonwealth ig forever in out memory

- NO THEY GOT DEPERATED

- NOOOOOO NOOOOO FIND HER DARYL FIND HER

- GET OUT OF THERE JUDITH

- oh they found each other slay

- OHBMY GOD IS HE GONNA THROW MAX TO THAT WALKER

- oh thank god kill him fr fr

- let him die

- OH THANK GOD HE DIED IM SO HAPPY I COULD CRY

- he deserves this fuck him this is so slay of angela kang

- ??? LEAVE THEM ALONE???

- oh this is gonna be a slay season perhaps

- ngl the hand stabbing was kinda hot

- i also wrote about this happening in one of my fics so um am i actually angela kang

- THIS WAS SUCH A SLAY EPISODE FOR MAX FR

- yeah he does deserve a bloody end fuck him

#haruviews #twd season 11 #the walking dead season 11 #twd spoilers

[tickling-giggles]

Tickletober Day 2: Chase

Pairings: Natsu, Rouge, and Sting

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“Hey have you seen Natsu?” Lucy went around the guild asking were her pink haired teammate is at. “He could be horseplaying with Gray” Wendy suggested.

“Last time I seen him he and happy were messing with Sting and Rouge” Levy informed as she and gajeel left the guild. “Yeah this idiot is being an idiot” Gajeel added on, he watch Natsu being chased by both Sting and Rouge.

“Gajeel!”

“Look he is I don’t know what he did but I’m not helping him” Gajeel snickered. “Well what’s going on?!” Lucy asked some what concerned.

“He ‘accidentally’ trapped Frosch and Lector and now he’s being chased fricken idiot” Gray shook his head. “Even happy knew it was a stupid idea, and happy is the one who normally agrees with them” he added on.

“Knowing Natsu he did that” Lucy shrugged her shoulders before crossing her arms.

“LUCY!! HELP ME PLEASE” Natsu begged as he ran to hide behind her.

“COME HERE!”

“STOP HIM LUCY!”

“NO! Whatever you did is more than likely your fault” Lucy pushed natsu towards sting and rouge.

“NOOOOO LUCY YOU TRAITOR”

“Thanks Lucy” they both thanked pulling him outside the guild and around the back.

“No problem���

“ERZA, GRAY, HAPPY, WENDY COME ON HELP LITTLE OLD NATSU OUT” Natsu yelled and whined for help.

“No they can help you after you get through with us” Sting grinned. “We warned you what would happen, yet you chose to ignore” Rouge side eyed him, pinned his arms behind his head.

“Ouch so aggressive and for what— wait guys no don’t no no no” Natsu realized, due to Erza and Gray tag teaming him almost all the time when they were kids.

“Too late” Sting chuckled.

“Your actions have consequences” rouge simply stated.

“Okay but it was an accident do not no nononono nohohoho stahahahahahap”.

“Accident our ass” sting rolled his eyes as he scribbled against Natsu’s sides.

“It wahahahas thoughehehehe”

“Yeah I bet I’ll believe that when you can light fire underwater” rouge scoffed.

“Thehehehey ahahahgreeed atleast ihihi gotten consentEHEH AHAHAHAHA”

“That’s for back-talking” rouge joined in digging into his armpits.

“Nice spot rouge got him squealing like a little girl” sting complimented just to tease Natsu. “SHUHUHUT UHUHUP” nastu squealed again LMFAOO R.I.P NATSU.

“Shut it squeals’” Rouge couldn’t help but tease. Natsu’s face turning beet red.

“GYAHAHAHAHA STIHIHIHINGEHEHE GOHOHOHO AWHAHAHAHAAY YAHAHAHA”

“OH SHIT I HIT A SWEET SPOTTTTT” Sting singed.

“Driving him nuts sting”

“I knowwwww”

“NAHAHAHAHA *snort* IHIHIHI GIVEEHEHE *snort* IHIHI GIHIHIVE”

“Ok so apologize and tell us where Frosch and Lector are” Rouge titled his head, speeding up his pace just for fun.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IM SAHAHAHA *snort* SAHAHAHAHRREHEHE LET MEHEHE BREAHTEHEHEHEHE *snort* FIHIHIRST AGAHAHD” Natsu pleaded.

“Should we accept sting?” Rouge asked.

“I dunno, I mean does he deserve to be forgiven ya’know he also took our food earlier?” Sting teased.

“PLehehehAse *snort* yEHEHES Ihi DohoOho” Natsu interrupted.

“Fine you crybaby” Sting rolled his eyes jokingly.

“Therehehe in thehe-the clock thihihihing of Luhu-Lucy’s” Natsu admits.

“Good now ask her how do we summon it”

“Nohoho I’m gonna get tickled againn” Natsu whined.

“Well that’s too bad or would you rather get tickled by me and Sting again” Rouge asked as he cracked his knuckles, Sting wiggling his.

“Ohokahay dohohon’t I’ll ask her” Natsu got up walking back into the guild.

“Go on” Sting shoved him towards her.

“Did you learn your lesson about messing with people’s stuff and friends?” Lucy crossed her arms smirking.

“I— ya’know the clock man how do you summon him” Natsu asked nervously.

“Horologium? Most of the time he comes out on his own when he senses when I’m in danger? Why are you asking” Lucy asked confused.

“Because I- well you see umm.. IkindatookthekeyandthatswhereFroschandLectorareandidon’tknowhowtosummonhimsorry” Natsu spat out.

“Natsu your so DEAD” Lucy began to chased him just as he predicted.

“I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

#kiara writes #tickle fic #tickle drabble #tickletober2022 #tickletober #lee!natsu #Ler!rouge #Ler!sting

[chrisbitchtree]

im sorry ppl were being weird about a state i literally never remember exists i rly thought the CH in it was fake after ur poll like maybe i made up the letters im literally so bad at geography

Thank you!! 💕💕

Oh nooooo!! Maybe this is the new angle that I can work. Make everyone think they imagined the CH! I’m also terrible at geography, so cheers to that!

#asks #replies #anon asks #chrisbitchtree talks

[callmepuppysworld]

angst fic I'm writing bc I can lol

We're it's just dipper angst where he relapse ummm idk what else to do or if I'm ever going to finish this,

no smut at all!! dipper is a minor!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes I'm running of 4 hours of sleep and 6 shots of vodka don't come for me

TW: self harm ( both in the past and present)

Swearing, being sad (?)

Idk what else Soz

' it had been going good what happened?' dipper wondered while sitting at the table in the mystery shack Mabel talking about her new idea on what jumper to make, apparently she was thinking about making one with glitter all over it so she could sparkle

"... wait what? do you know how messy that will be ?" Dipper sighed cutting Mable of

" but it's going to be beautiful! " Mable said pushing her chair on its back legs making dipper frown

" your going to fall off " dipper stated getting up and picking his full bowl of now soggy fruit loops

" what! you're not going to eat it?" Mable gasped letting the chair fall back onto all 4 chair legs

" it's soggy.. what do you want it?" Dipper said frowning again starting to walk away when he heard Mable mumble a small " of course not .."

he walked into the kitchen putting the fruit loops in the bin and washing his bowl as he finished putting the bowl away he saw uncle Stan walking into the kitchen in his white singlet and blue shorts

" hey kid, your gonna mind the store today I need to go out and Wendy is out " Stan said walking away scratching his back as he entered the living room.

Dipper groaned out loud realizing he couldn't go into the woods and look for creatures all day, he sighed walking back into the dining room looking for his sister

" Mable ! " dipper shouted after realizing his siblings was not in the dining room, He started walking up the stairs looking for his sister when he heard her scream in there room

" Mable!" he yelled running up stairs his mind running a thousand miles a second,

thinking all the worst possible things that could have happened to his sibling

when he got to there bedroom he opened the door to see her sitting in the corner of the room with the hot glue gun out and a new white sweater on the ground with glitter need it

" Mable what happened?" dipper said sitting down next to her

making her look up

" oh, I accidentally touched the hot glue and it really hurt "

Mable said pouting

dipper sighed realize he was worried for no reason

" Mable! you can't just scram bloody murder for no reason! plus we have to work at the gift shop today. your sweater can wait " dipper said standing up

" What! ....nooooo, I'm asking Stan if I can go help him! " Mable declared running down stairs before

dipper could.

He slowly started walking down stairs feeling a headache start at the front of his head.

' this is going to be long day ' dipper though as be reached the end of the stairs seeing Mable talk to Stan

" Please! Please! please! please! please"

Mable begged

" no!" Stan said running his hands though his hair

" Please! please! please! "

Mable continued to beg

" Fine! you came come with me!" Stan said frustrated walking away

" We leave in 10! " he shouted going into another room

"um, what was that?" dipper asked going down the last step

" im going with uncle Stan today! " Mable said haply skipping away

" what? no fair !" dipper insisted

" yeah it is!" Mable said sticking her tong out at dipper

" I changed my mind were going now!!" uncle Stan yelled from outside making Mable run to the front door

" see ya Dipper!!" she yelled closing the door.

dipper sighed now along again, he started walking toward the gift shop hopping today would be a quiet day.

a few minutes went by with dipper just standing at the counter fidling with the small toys soos probably put on the register,

' Were is soos?' dipper questioned to himself, he remembers Stan saying Wendy was out but he said nothing about soos.

as he put down this small spiderman figure he heard the bell ring at the door signaling a customer had just walked in

" hello welcome to the Mystery shack, how may I help you " dipper exclaimed joyfully putting on his best constmer service voice

the person that had walked in was giden , he hair was looking awfully big and his suit looked a little to tight at the ends

" well if it isn't little dipper " giden chucked

" what do you want giden ?" dipper said no longer smiling not prepared to deal with this bullshit

" well I was just seeing how my useless soon to be brother in law is going" giden said putting on a cute smile

" gross, Mable doesn't want to be with you, she doesn't even want to be your friend! let alone your wife " dipper exsplained his fist tightening

" How dare you! You have brain washed my darling!" Giden shreaked quickly walking up to dipper

" How dare you even say such a thing!! she love me! she is probably lying to you ! why would she even want to talk to a pethetic human like you! you don't even deserve to be in my goodness presents!" giden screamed grabbing dippers shirt from over the counter

( just protein he's not like 3 foot)

dipper pushed giden onto the floor his eyes fulling with tears

" Get. out. Now!" dipper yelled pointing at the door,

before giden was given a chance to move dipper started walking out from behind the counter and towards him.

making giden scrambl to get up and run out the door.

dipper had taken 5 deep breaths before he moved again, walking towards the door moving to * we are open* sighn around to show the * were closed get lost * side , once he flipped the sign he felt like he could breath again.

He slowly walked into the kitchen seeing the bowls in the sink, he quietly made his way to the sink to start washing the dishes.

first he filled the sink with warm water and dish soap watching the bubbles as they filled the sink, than put all the dishish into the sink seeing that there were more than he expected,

he pulled out the sponge and started washing the bowls and spoons.

Than he picked up a dirty pot and started scrubbing the bottom of it making sure there was nothing stuck to the bottom before putting it to the side ,

he put his hand back into the now dirty water attempting to find any more spoons that he didn't catch before, only to find something sharp at the bottom of the sink cutting his finger slightly making him gasp and pull his hand out of the water holding his how bleeding finger.

" ouch.." he mumbled under his breath looking down af the finger,

it was onmy bleeding slightly but it still hurt.

' get over yourself, it's just a tinny cut' he scolded himself

dipper put his hand back into the water, the cut stinging slightly as he picked up the knife and begin to wash it,

as he ran the sponge up and down the knife he let his brain wonder,

he remembers the first time he picked up something sharp for something than it's intened purpose,

it was a knife not to different from this one.

he remembers putting it to he wrist holding it there for a few seconds finally feeling his breath go back to normal after what felt like an enternity.

he remembers the feeling of the knife pushing down slightly..

he remembers the feeling of the knife gliding across his wrist a small line appearing ... tinny beads of blood appeared were the knife had danced across his skin,

he had been washing dishes after a fight with his mother, she had taken Mable with her to go to hef friends house,

she had told him to make his own dinner..

this wasn't an un normal thing to happen after fights ...

if that's what you could call it,

it was more like a one sided screaming match were dipper only respond with small * yes* and small *I'm sorry*

dippers mother had always gotten mad at dipper for going so quiet when he was yelled at,

she said it made him in manly, and that no real men would act like that....

dipper didn't know how long his thoughts lasted but he was staring at the dirty water.

He put the knife down going upstairs one thing in mind .

' but I'm 3 months clean ' dippers thoughts tryed to reason with him

'not that it matters, i didn't want to do it than, I want to now ' dipper thought

' don't.... you'll make Mable sad... it's an addict remember what she said' a side of dippers thought resoned

dipper had never thought about it as an addition,

he was in full control, he could stop whenever he wanted.

he just didn't want to..

sometimes he would, and when that would happen he had no problem stopping until he wanted to again

' so many people suffer with this addiction, the people that do it everyday and struggle to stop ' dipper thought as he opened his shared room door walking in slowly and closing the door behind him.

he walked straight to he dressed on his side of the room, opening the top drawer finding a pencil case.

he sat in the edge of his bed opening the pencil case finding a yellow box cutter at the top,

he slowly picked it up putting the pencil case of it the side he pulled up his sleeve putting the cutter against his arm pressing down slightly, gliding the blade across small beads coming up out of the small cut.

he continues this for a few minutes before he has about 19 ish new cuts ...

there red and bleeding and he's panting softy his heart racing with adrenaline

he breaths slow for a minute putting the box cutter away and putting the pencil case back into the draw.

he walks over to the bathroom his arm still out for the world to see,

he's not too worried about someone seeing it since he's home alone but it's still a weird feeling to walk around with fresh cuts in his arm.

he walks into the bathroom not closing the door grabbing some toilet paper And dabbing the cut trying to stop the bleeding quicker.

he signed in anoyince as it took longer than he would have like.

he was to busy trying to stop the bleeding that he didn't hear the door open or someone walk up the stairs

#self harm #sad #angst #gravity falls #fanfic #dipper pines #aromantic #asexual #ummm what else #ummmm hi #idk what this is #lol sorry

[ayyponine]

oh my god work training today was interesting..

divided into 3 bits the visual merchandising/how to present clothes on hanger/shelf was p cool, group brainstorm on more of the social aspect was great, but ooooof fashion advice on different body types rip! I felt great about my outfit fr the day UNTIL that whole section turned into an excersice to be practised on each other - first in pairs to try & figure out what either person is, then the whole GROUP looking you up & down to properly assess while the stylist feels u up, pulling loose clothes tighter or drawing a line from shoulders to hips to illustrate her point, then finally picking a sample outfit to rebalance whatever the hell is wrong w your body. like it’s all fun and games at the first informative explanation w illustrations of diff women like hii im looking respectfully at these beaautiful Shapes UNTIL suddenly youre the only upside down triangle APPARENTLY in a group of like 80% hourglasses or guitars heLLO? It’s all fun and games until “she has a waist so thats an hourglass right :) well mb not lets look again” turns into “nooo you cant wear that item bc it only emphasises how wide yr shoulders are :/ UNLESS we cover it up and add maybe a blazer or smth (no shoulderpads obv)”

like consider the following...... i m gay

like i thought wide shoulders was perhaps the single hottest shape for a lady to have until the very second you told me i am clearly this unappealing, unfeminine lookin triangle and started offering solutions

cue me now feeling increasingly insecure abt every observation on my shape (derogatory) which was just matter of factly stated to a group of attentive onlookers (some of them steady colleagues) while determining what the fuck i am and the verdict being obviously! different and wrong.

at least im not one of those poor souls who were pear shaped. to stand in the center of the group and the stylist going like “what do we think, hourglass???? nooooo thats right, she’s got really narrow shoulders huh that really needs to be balanced out”. consider the following.. there’s something romantic and or Romantic abt the pear silhouette and i love them. Even those present with just a str8 up box figure being told like hhh work w this garment to create the illusion of a waist i say WHY. every person w the perfect hourglass figure the rest of us chumps could merely try to emulate with deliberate visual trickery iwas ready to start biting

at least they offered free breakfast AND lunch so i scored me some koffiekoeken and some delightfully scrumptious lil sandwiches w brie, walnut & honey.... pray it goes straight to my THIGHS so it will balance me out and not to my STOMACH lest i turn into an apple figure aka the shape tragically described as “just stick legs and no ass no you can laugh but when you see em you will KNOW”

#it wasnt all bad most of the day was actually pretty good. but that one hour was not. #it was also a 1&1/2 hr drive to get there but my carpool colleagues are sweet the rain added ambience and on the way back i dozed off a lil #just not sure if I'll wear the same outfit tmrw for work :/ dont feel too cute anymore ngl!

[communitypoolswimlessons]

last July I decided to record my thoughts on the miraculous ladybug movie

, here you go

(prepare for the most massive text block of your life)

Why is the lighting so harsh all the time????Marinette's speaking v singing voice is soooo. Different

AND WHY DID GABRIEL HAVE LONG HAIR AT ONE POINT BURN IT

And also? Why do they have a ginormous portrait of them in MOURNING CLOTHES.

careless whisper playing as chat takes ladybug's hand is the most correct ever

Also, Adrian is me coded fr

Chat is chaos incarnate

WHY TF DOES CHAT LEAP AWAY LIKE THAT

Adrian get your life together why does a girl make you smile this much you JUST met her

stHAP WHY DID THEY MAKE ADRIAN SO BBGGabriel????? Singing?????

STOP it right now (his whole villain song is sendingggggg meede)

You know what I love how Marinette loves her dad

Marinette's emo song goes hard

I know this is, like, a show about magical powers and whatnot but I really like how they show the destruction of the fight and how, even while helping, damage is done

DONT THINK I DIDNT SEE LUKA I DID I WAS CHEERING HIM ON IN ANY SCENE HE WAS IN

HEATHENS. ABSOLUTE HEATHENS. WHY MUST THEY BITE THEIR ICE CREAM

The banter as they fight is killing me oh my god

And before people ask who I ship in the weird love square, it's just the two of them with the banter ladybug and chat noir have.

IDK WHY IT GOT SO COMPLICATED BUT IT DID AND IM CONFUSED. they are LITERALLY the same people, different fonts.

*breath has been stolen from my body* THE WALL OTS LITERALLY FANFICTION WRITING ITSELF

Also, /gen, how old are they? Because I know in the series they're like 14-15, but in the movie the animation really does make them look younger idk. I think it's around the same?

GEEZE when Marinette claps back she does so brilliantly

$$$picture of dead spider, could have been spiderman$$$

If a) chat noir gets akumatized or b) they don't end up together I will riot I have seen both happen and I have already suffered!!!! I've paid my dues!!!

IM SORRY THE WHOLE HAND THING WHERE IT SHOWS THE PROGRESSION THROUGHOUT THE MOVIE I HAVE DIED DEAD OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE PASSED AWAY /VPOS

Chat is so goofy frOH MY GOD NO NOT THE DOIBLE DUMP SHUT UP AND SHOW YOUR SECRET IDENTITY ALREADY

Also the earbuds?? As a symbol for Adrian's mental state??? Pretty smart ngl

There's only half an hour left Marinette needs to stop singing and get this fixed!!!

Why is hawkmoth like that???? He went from some silly goofy villain with a dark past to me angst machine who only cares about joining his wife like, yes that's his motive in the series but it's much more sane? I guess?

NOOOOO CARLESS WHISPER IS HIS RINGTONE?????

adrian oh my god stop being angsty AND DO YOUR JOB

Plagg has my whole heart fr

Sad we didn't get to see a slow transformation for chat tho

the suspense oh my god stop it

THEYRE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS YOUR HONOR GET YOUR GRIMY LITTLE HANDS AWAY FROM MY BABIES

damn got them with the force

OH MY GOD THIS MAN KNOWS THAT THEY ARE CHILDREN AND DOES. NOT. CARE. LIKE SIR???

what the heck oh my god OH MY GOD THE REVEAL ITS TIME

literally only half of the mask is gone when he recognizes adrian this man needs to spend more time with his child.

If hawkmoth has a redemption arc I will be waiting in line to punch him. Take a number I will gladly do so. Just lemme at him.

How does his cat ears stay on?

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THE REVEAL

why is the wife not in her glass case she's gonna decompose!!!!

#miraculous ladybug #Miraculous ladybug movie #adhd thoughts #I can't even remember the plot of the movie #chat notturne #ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous

[hwiyoungies]

(jaja me desaparecí pero volví✌🏽lo bueno es que ya terminó enero JAJA)

OH 4 MONTHS?!! Okay I don’t feel bad for being late now HAHAHA tho I’m also a little insane bc I’m now at Amazon Lily arc AND IM LOSING MY MIND!!1!1!!1!!!

TE LO JUROOO a mí me encanta que el plot me haga pensar qué puede pasar y que se vuelva más complejo de lo que parecía pero a la vez ser tan divertido, literally I came here for the plot JAJAJA

NO VA OKAY JAJAJA if we’re talking about stories, I f*cking cried with Robin’s bc it teared me apart by how sad it was, but Brook’s the sad of being alone + not sure if the only reason you’re willing to live for is still there?? It’s like another type of sad that *pretends to be surprised* made me cry JAJAJA y cuando escuché la canción no sé por qué sentía que ya la había escuchado y estuve un buen tiempo tratando de recordar si apareció antes pero parece que no???? igual la amo me pone automáticamente feliz o triste there’s no in-between 🫶🏽

I’m trying my hardest over here porque insta ya le valió un pepino si me muestra spoilers o no JAJAJA like of course I couldn’t avoid seeing Law or whatever state/gear Luffy gets to when he’s all white:’) but other than that I think I’m doing okay🫡

No te disculpes porque es cierto JAJAJAJAJA ay no mi lista de odio solo se va a alargar siento yo porque ahorita estoy que ya quiero que quemen al World Government JAJAJAJA Y NI HE EMPEZADO IMPEL DOWN

Ay pero que me alegra que el piercing te esté sanando bien 🥹🫶🏽✨ me encanta que caímos y ahora estamos aquí felices con un tercer piercing JAJAJA

Boy I’ve been meaning to start exercising but I’m mildly scared of hurting my lower back bc I kind of messed it up a little bit back in december?? No sé yo me estaba poniendo tacones y cuando me levanté sentí mi perdición JAJAJAJA kinda fixed it with one chiropractic session but idk

no te preocupes por desaparecer yo estaré muy probablemente acá todavía AJAJAJJA

dude yeah this anime grabbed me by the hair and simply did not let me go and now i'm just. it's so joever so me man LMAO that is such a good arc!!!!! i will say tho, that not seeing the rest of them does make me sad LMAO

no but dude it was the same with the song for me i was like where have i heard this before....... and then i rewatched opla with my brother and it was one of the scenes with shanks and luffy AJAJAJ ahí quede cómo aaaah este era el misterio. yo escucho binks no sake e inmediatamente hay lágrimas sobre todo si es la versión de sólo el violín AJAJAJA

dude honestly? those spoilers are very very mild love ir for you. siento q esos son los tipos de spoilers q te hacen preguntar ya pero cómo llegamos aquí q pasó pa llegar a este punto ajajaj

uuuf si tu lista de odio sólo tiene pa crecer AJAJAJ suerte con impel down y marine fort 🫡 son buenos arcos pero ay jesú q pasan cosas

the piercing is doing sooooooo well i'm so happy i hope yours is as well because man it's quite a literal pain when they start acting up

ay nooooo te llegó el viejazo de una JAJAJAJ in theory exercising does help especially your back but also if you do one wrong movement it all goes to shit and you're there like 🧍‍♀️ weren't you supposed to help me to avoid all this pain and yet here we are

#voy a responder el otro al tiro 🫡 #asks #op anon

[transboysokka]

How did that relationship with a mutual end?

okay sooo SUPER sorry if they end up finding this (they wont but still) and also im sure they NEVER think about it anymore but like i said this is tragically the only relationship i was in and i was SUPER in love lol

idk how much of this i shared before but im just gonna be super honest about it even if it makes me sound really bad but i was like... 21 at the time? lol

but here's the drama (be careful, it gets a little triggery with like. consent and stuff)

So I fell fast and hard in love, right. High school and college were SUPER rough for me so I think I was just glad to get attention from ANYONE even if it wasnt gonna be a perfect fit???

distance is never easy. from the getgo we lived like 5? hours away from each other and i was the only one driving (way too often) to go see them. i went like every weekend even though i had classes and homework and exams and stuff. My friends were telling me I was so dumb and I was like nooooo it's fine

ALSO okay so they were like in the middle of recovering from a major eating disorder and my friends were also like "hey this is like a bad time for you both to be doing a relationship then?" and i was like NAHHHHHH but also they were super private about it and it like never came up AT ALL and so

their dad made them move home like a month into our relationship so they could continue their recovery (totally fine and normal move right??) but i was like THE INJUSTICE OF IT ALL and so i used a credit card to buy them a flight back over to spend a weekend with me ooooof

even then like there were some issues like it was the first time my friends met them and they were all "nah this sucks" and they were like super disrespectful to my friends and i just laughed it off

this is also the first time consent issues came into play like we LOVED making out lolllll but tbh it was all i was even interested in bc the medication ive been on my whole life kills my libido (this is WAY TMI IM SO SORRY) BUT we were messing around and they decided to give me a huge visible hickey in a place i had sAID i was totally uncool with

but it was totally fine right? because i loved them lollllllll

things were already also kind of weird here bc i was like "uh i think im a boy actually would u still love me" and they were like "i think im a girl actually but also a lesbian" and then we jUST KEPT MAKING OUT????

also they like... made me introduce them to my family??? when i was totally not ready for that and while we both IDed as nonbinary we definitely came across as a lesbian couple which i was NOT prepared to deal with my family about

i introduced them as a friend but they were super touchy and clingy and possessive and my mom was like 'oh so you're dating' and it was actually the worst most embarrassing thing ever

okay i know this is getting long but anyway they went back home again and heres where it gets REALLY spicy

im planning to present at this conference with my mom in another city and it's kind of a huge deal for us. i get a call from [ex] that their dad is going to [I don't remember the word for it but it's when you can legally send someone to a psych hospital against their will because it's for their own good] and MY DUMB ASS was like IT'S OKAY IM GOING TO BUY ANOTHER FLIGHT TO GET YOU OUT OF THE STATE AND COME HERE TO MY CONFERENCE

so lol that happened

we got a hotel that night! uhhhhhhh more MAJOR CONSENT ISSUES and tbh we're both at fault because i could have done a MUCH better job communicating what i was feeling but yeah basically Trauma happened to me

OKAY HERES THE KICKER. I THEN DRIVE THEM SIX HOURS TO ANOTHER CITY to fly out bc that's where they wanted to fly out from????

we said our 'i love you's and 'bye's

they called me THAT NIGHT and said 'hey lets take a break' and i NEVER HEARD FROM THEM AGAIN LMAOOOO

like was that probably the best thing for both of us YEAH but BOY i cried for days and i knew it was because of the sex lolllllll ANYWAY SO THERES THAT STORY

#quesTian #tian talks #WARNING this one is a WILD RIDE

[euphor1a]

Hey Aleyna! Sorry that you've been going through a rough time lately :,(. I'm glad to see you get nice messages by people and responding to them. I also liked seeing which idols from the groups you stan and who'd you'd date so... I decided to make my own 😅

BTS: The man, the myth the legend... Jeon Jungkook. If you couldn't tell already, I'm whipped for him. I think out of all the members, I think Yoongi and I would probably get along the best, since we have similar personalities and interests.

TXT: Mr. Choi Soobin is definitely husband material I swear. The dimples, the smile, the vibe... magnificent

SVT: I've only gotten into them about a month ago, but Joshua has my heart and soul. A church boy, a momma's boy, every parents' dream son-in-law. Mingyu tho... this man could break me in half and I would thank him. He can cook, he can play sports, he's also a bit clumsy, so that's cute.

ATZ: SAN! SAN! SAN! If you couldn't guess already.... San!

SKZ: Minho for sure. He's got the sarcasm to keep up with me

Asjdhjdhj ‘m afraid that it’s always rocky in aleyna-land 🥴, but thank you!! 🥺 It feels really nice to receive kind and sweet messages hehe 🥰 (stating the obvious but ahem—)

Oof omg 😭 I forgot that I did such a thing, but then again, I’m replying after a long time so let’s not be too surprised 😔 (I’m really sorry! I think I will never get better at this hdgjsdh 😭😭)

BUT YOU MADE YOUR OWN LIST TOO YAY I’M HERE FOR IT 🤩🙌🏼🎉!!!!!

Jungkook... yea I’m not surprised at all 😆; and Yoongi!! Wow that’s interesting :00 there’s no one in BTS who matches my personality to the extent it’s worth mentioning T-T, but you go girl!

No cause I think we, as a society, need to address the fact how HUBBY MATERIAL Choi Soobin is 😔??? YOUR POINTS EXACTLY 💯💯!! HE’S SOOOOOOO ☹️

“Every parents’ dream son-in-law” NOOOOO WHY IS THIS SUCH A JOSHUA THING 😭😭! I see you and I feel you :( and Mingyu? God. Same. He has no BUSINESS being so boyf, like stop, I’ll die single at this rate 😫😫

Oh no not the devil himself... good luck with Choi San🧍🏽‍♀️. That’s all I’m gonna say. Listen he bias-wrecks me every damn comeback IM TIRED OF SUFFERING FOR HIM LET ME LIVE

Aaaa Minho 🤧, yes I understand 😽; idk about anyone else but I adore the tsundere in him </3! Your reason tho 😭💀, yes sure he can keep up... maybe a bit more than just keeping up actually but anyway—

Thank you for sending in omg! I’m sorry for replying after ages 🥲, but it was fun (... pretty embarrassing actually) to revisit my own list and answering this :D!! I hope you’re doing well these days Syria 🥰

#📬; aleyna’s mailbox #🌸; my petals! #blxckswxnxge #hah. i’m so single. #it really gets worse during winter #lately i’ve been thinking about minghao as a boyfriend... it pains me 😔 #ok lemme 🤐 before i get too delulu on main