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dairyminki · 9 months

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color me pretty | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x fem!reader

↬summary: he's alluring, he's king of the runway, and he's at the top of his game. you? not so much, really. is it too late to back out?

↬ genre: model au—model!san & model!reader, suggestive

↬warning/s: profanity

↬wc: 2.4k

↬a/n: viola! i'm finally graduating from fluff academy thanks to @chokchokk 's influence LMAO. this is heavily inspired by san's ig post which still has me in a chokehold btw. pls enjoy!

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

There are cameras everywhere, a resounding click of the shutter one after another. Oh, and there's a lot of the color red present in the studio.

People are scattered all over the spacious room that you almost feel small as if every single thing and person in sight is intimidating you. And you're not going to lie, they surely do.

Frankly, if it weren't for your manager who's standing beside you, you might've immediately turned on your heel and walked your way back to the glass doors that you entered earlier, a minute just after arriving at the studio and finding how large of a scale this project actually is. Oh, to be back outside where you didn't feel suffocated and where you couldn't feel anybody's eyes on you.

"What would you do if I backed out…?" You tentatively asked your manager in a low voice, making sure that you were the only ones who could hear it.

You know that she heard you, but still, her eyes remained at the center of the room, where all the cameras are pointed at, and where all of the people's attention are currently drawn to.

"Where'd your previous confidence go? I don't remember seeing this hesitance of yours when I first suggested this project." Your manager replies, eyes still not leaving the subject of everyone's attention.

Because standing and posing effortlessly in the middle of everything is Choi San.

The renowned model, Choi San, whose face and body is probably the cover of every magazine you can think of, and who's dominated all the fashion shows you could only dream of attending, this year alone.

He's the king of the fashion and modeling industry, someone who is highly sought-after by every famous designer that you could possibly name at the top of your head. Choi San is a crowd favorite, he practically owns the runway, and he's a total icon to many—the young and the old, the rookies and the veterans.

And not to mention, he's your role model. Someone who you really look up to and perhaps, someone who you wanted to work with.

Right now, you're about minutes into turning that dream into reality, thanks to your manager and your incredibly impulsive self.

"Your thoughts are so loud, I could practically hear it." Your manager suddenly speaks, cutting through your abysmal thoughts. And then she turns to you, jabbing a finger right at your chest and saying, "But there's no way in hell that I'm letting you back out because, first of all, you'll be working with a supermodel, and second, hello?!" She exclaims the last part in a hushed voice with matching wide gestures, that you visibly flinch. However, it seemed like she couldn't care less because she cups your face and turns your head towards the side of the room where a stunning man dressed in an expensive sparkly black suit with a diamond logo on the tie, stood.

"You'll be wearing his creation! The Damian Luxe!" She squeals near your ear, and you grimace, because she is loud, alright.

Damian Luxe is the owner of one of the biggest and leading fashion brands ever known all over the world—Luxe Looks. And right now, you still can't quite believe how he's just a few steps away from you, seemingly engrossed in a conversation with one of the photographers.

You're not sure how he ended up picking you out of all the models out there. Somehow picking you alongside one of the top iconic faces of the fashion industry, to serve as his muses for his newest fashion collection, which is set to be released and made known to the public in less than a month. The pressure that is placed on you is quite heavy since it's just your second year into this modeling career.

And it is a sudden twist and turn from your usual looks and gigs. From being known as a model who has summer vibes, cute, and freshness up their alley, to starring in an intimate and quite sensual photoshoot in honor of Luxe's brand new and bold fashion collection entitled, Pleasures of the Heart.

"Believe me, I was overjoyed when you first told me about it. But really? You didn't even bother telling me that I'll be partnered up with Choi San? The Choi San?" You put quite an emphasis on the word 'the' in order to get your point across and make your manager realize your current dilemma at hand.

Because knowing you? There's a ninety-five percent of you messing this up because of your clumsy ass, the remaining five percent will be you fainting, by the way.

Oh god, you can't possibly do this right?

What if you embarrass yourself in front of him? Would you be able to live with that memory for the rest of your life?

You think not.

However, you weren't even given that much choice when one of the stylists arrives and steals you away from the comfort of your manager's side in order for you to get dolled up and ready for your photoshoot with Choi San.

Here's to fucking it up, I guess, you think, heaving a sigh as you followed the stylist in one of the rooms.

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You don't think that Choi San is actually real.

Heck, you didn't even think that someone could possibly make blowing bubble gum as something sexy.

Shivers ran down your spine and goosebumps littered your skin as you watched Choi San angle his face and send sultry looks to every camera pointing at him. If you were confident enough, you might've jumped him already, popping that bubble gum in his mouth and licking it off his lips right after.

Wait what-

You frantically shook your head. Is this what Choi San's alluring effect feels like? Because if it is, then you're so fucked.

Your manager and the stylist earlier, told you that there'll be some duo shots so that means, yes, touching will be involved.

When they first told you that, you weren't sure if you'll be able to pull it off because one, Choi San, is incredibly gorgeous. And two, he's only donned in a coat and pants, and no undershirt in sight! Which leaves a portion of his abs in display for anyone's eyes to feast on—not like you're feasting on them or anything.

You gulp.

Is it really too late to back out?

Moments later, you begin internally thanking the heavens, when Choi San's individual shoot has come to an end and he's called back by one of the stylists for a wardrobe change. Which you think will be in match with the pitch black bodysuit you're currently wearing underneath your robe. The robe isn't part of the look at all, you simply have it on for now because you aren't that confident yet. You honestly think you'll never be but maybe you'll be fine since the stylist said you'll still have one piece to wear later.

A red overcoat to match the red stilettos your feet is currently clad in.

One of the staff tapped you on the shoulder and led you closer to the center, saying that you'll be starting the duo shots in a few minutes.

The staff said it with a sweet smile that you have no choice but to smile back as well even if your insides were already churning and you're starting to break into a cold sweat.

You were in the middle of doing a breathe in and breathe out exercise in order to relax your nerves for a little bit, when you suddenly felt another tap on your shoulder. Thinking that it was probably one of the staff or stylists again, you turned around, only to be met with a pair of deep black cat-like eyes and a dimpled smile.

It was freaking Choi San.

"Nervous?" His voice was a clear rasp. Your knees growing weak at the sight of him in a sheer black tank top, which showed how buff he really was, and the same pants as earlier. His hair is still slick-backed with a few gelled-strands hanging against his forehead. A black biker glasses snugly sitting on top of his head served as his only accessory.

God, he's breathtakingly gorgeous being so close to you like this.

"U-Uh, yes, very, Mr. Choi."

Well done! You just stuttered in front of Choi San. But who wouldn't?

To your surprise, loud laughter comes out from his lips. His pink plump lip—oh would you please snap out of it?!

"Mr. Choi? Oh my, just call me San!" He chuckles. "You're Y/N, right?" He asks, a few moments after, and it prompts you to nod your head.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" San says this so casually that it catches you so off guard, you choke on nothing.

While you're busy trying to re-organize yourself and your breathing, San makes it a mission to further turn you into a flustered mess as he gently pulls you by the waist. Then he leans in, mouth dangerously close to your ear and whispers the words that will certainly haunt your insides for the rest of the time that you'll be stuck in his presence.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you, pretty."

—𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

You and San have been receiving praises from left and right ever since the shoot started. You even heard from the head photographer that you two surprisingly share quite a chemistry in front of the cameras even though it's only your first time pairing up together.

Although, you do admit that you've had your awkward moments prior because, first, it is your first intimate photoshoot, second, your outfit is so far the most revealing you've ever worn despite the overcoat you're wearing, and third, San was very close. Too close.

But it's not like you're complaining anyway. In fact, you think you might be enjoying it a little too much than what you've anticipated. And, you just hope it's not noticeable to him or you'd die of embarrassment as soon as you step out of the studio.

Anyway, you felt every exhale that San had made in the past half hour, and it's very ticklish. But you also felt quite feverish with the way his rough hands seemed scalding hot against your skin, despite his touches and hold on you being gentle.

San was nothing but sweet and kind as he gently coaxed you out of your shell, always guiding you with every pose and expression. Because of him, you're starting to get more comfortable with the theme of the set and the overwhelming attention being poured on you two.

But of course, another challenge was bound to appear and send your mind into a haywire.

"Perfect! Now, let's have you sit on top of San." The head photographer suddenly instructs. "But first, I want you to sit on the floor, San." He adds.

All the while San's following the photographer's direction, you're left frozen, standing on the side, not quite sure if you heard the photographer right.

By the time you've snapped out of your thoughts and you're back to your senses, San's already sitting on the floor with his legs slightly spread out, his arms are kind of spread out as well with his palms completely flat on the floor, and he's slightly leaning back with his toned arms supporting his upper body's weight.

And he's looking at you. Looking at you with an expression you can't exactly figure out.

Before the photographer could even call your name and give you instructions as well, San's already beckoning you over with his index finger.

As if entranced, you walk towards him without any word. And when San told you that you should take off your overcoat, you followed him, dropping the piece of clothing to the floor. Then, when San told you to straddle his lap, you did it without any fuss despite your visible shaking which you're certain that he noticed because he's leaning towards you again.

"I got you, pretty. Didn't I say I'll take care of you, hmm?" San whispers against the shell of your ear. "You'll let me take care of you, right?" He asks when he still gets no response from you.

Inhaling deeply, albeit shakily, you nod your head.

Still not shying away from the close proximity, your breath hitches when San's hands come to wrap around your waist, one of them caresses your side, slightly making you jolt at the suddenness of the action.

"Words, pretty. I need words." San hums.

"Y-Yes. I'll let you take care of me."

"Good girl," He purrs and playfully bites your ear lobe, which, again, sent you lightly trembling as you felt the heat which started to creep its way from your lower abdomen and up to your face.

"Now, I want you to only look at me, alright? Can you do that for me?" San asks, thankfully, now with enough gap between the two of you, enabling you to breathe more easily.

"Yeah, I can do that." You reply and this makes San smile, dimples adorning his face once again.

San shifts underneath you for a bit, his palms at the small of your back. He adjusts your position on top of him and then his hands leave you as he goes back to leaning, but this time, with his hands much further back than before. This subtle change enables him to look up at your face more comfortably.

San instructs you to put your hands on his chest instead of being on top of his shoulders as what the photographer has instructed for you to do. And then, he retracts his right hand from the floor and puts it back on your waist instead.

And just like that it has the photographer screaming delightedly the word, "Excellent!"

"Excellent," San mimics in a soft voice, tongue darting out to lick his own lips, all the while his eyes never left yours. And you reckon, yours didn't leave him as well throughout the entirety of the photoshoot.

Well, after having him this close and looking so out-of-this-world while under you, where you can basically see every twitch of his eyebrows, every contraction of his arm muscles, and every bob of his adam's apple, with his attention all on you and you alone the whole time…you're quite not sure if you'll be able to take your eyes off of him ever again.

If this is how it feels to be under Choi San's alluring gaze, then, oh, you're so fucked, because there seems to be no possible escape, at all.

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aaknopf · 21 days

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In the prologue to Spectral Evidence, Pulitzer winner Gregory Pardlo’s new collection, he writes, “This book is about the legal means by which fear is used to rationalize the persecution of people imagined to be in league with the possessed of supernatural forces. This book argues that the logic used to rationalize the prosecution of witches is the same logic that rationalizes vigilantism and police street justice.” He goes on to consider that both Black men and white women are “similarly pressed into service as both muse and monster in the Western cultural imagination,” while, at their ghostly intersection, the patriarchy is haunted by “the omnipresent but rarely named” Black woman.

One iconic example, brought forth in these shimmering poems of the self as shaped by (and shaping) American history, is Tituba, the only woman of color to be accused in the Salem witch trials.

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Zero your scales to the burden of a lash, Dear Justice, but let Tituba clumsy the Magistrates’ minds with a wag of her wizened index. A flight risk near forests of the Wampanoag where Christians savaged Queen Weetamoo’s corpse, what else might Tituba, nonwhite and woman, haunt but a margin of error? She’s a catbird’s song trapped in the chimney. She’s egg whites in water, she is the tumescence of smoke. Dear Mami Wata, let Tituba prove to be the stone that splits the stream of their vision. Let her renounce sight and be unseen. Let her cough ground coral in the shedding of a pewter moon, that she, of all the innocents, should live. Dear Three-headed Hecate, replace her, the unthought thought, with wax, twigs, horse hair and straw. Let her not appear as a witness. Nor as evidence. As with the talking dog, let her be the hoodoo that speaks through their mirrors. Let a hang-thread skein of yarn ghost the floorboards tempting a red cat—his familiars, the devil and his counsel, the canary. Let her conjure the man in black they fear who charms pilgrims on the road to paradise, disguised as a harmless birdwatcher. Dear Nemesis, let her feed the court a few names from his register—a taste of her truth, her mise en abyme, her one hell that calls forth another. With no standing on her own behalf, let her sit in judgment. Let this power invested of gavel and oath help her give birth through her mouth like a god.

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gordonramsei · 2 months

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thefairylights · 7 months

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Starting off Kinktober 2023 @vampirefest with a playlist! Sexy songs for sexy prompts of many types. No set ship so we vibe with every pairing. Whatever feels right, is right. ❤️🖤❤️

No more sunlight. The moon awaits us. ⚰️

Now, on to your knees to click that link, my companion heart.

31 tracks for 31 days.

one: mack loren/if i didn’t know better

I take my time and study your face

Thinking of a different place for it to be while you keep

One hand on my waist, you grip my thigh

Heart starts to race

Like you could taste what I'm tryna hide

two: zolita/holy

I can fight but the devil wins

And I will fall like a saint who sins

Forgive me Father, I am weak

And it's not forgiveness that I seek

three: the marias/hush

Don't think you've made it under my skin

Could never get in

Forget about it

Don't talk so much

Your tongue is burning up

I've had enough

four: elley duhe/middle of the night

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Feel powerful, but it's me again

Come, lay me down

'Cause I know this

'Cause I know this sound

five: saint mesa/lion

You burn everything you see

Gold are your fingers

Leaving traces everywhere you go

Diamonds in your skin

My blood flows

six: chloe adams/dirty thoughts

I'm frustrated

Do you really look good naked

And I know that it ain't that holy

But Lord I need this one night only

The more that I push 'em away

The more that you're stuck in my brain

The more I mentally undress

I confess

seven: king mala/she calls me daddy

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

She's got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

eight: hey violet/unholy

Say your name while our tongues are tied

Getting shivers all down my spine

We're in bed, we're embedded in my mind

nine: hozier/eat your young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

ten: chandler leighton/when you say my name

Does it scare you

That I already know what you're into?

You can say less, I bet I can guess

That'll you say whatever to get me undressed

Double dare you, tell me two lies

Don't need no truths

'Cause I can see right through you

You're no good at pretend

I'm using your tricks that you use with your friends

eleven: dezi/sinner

Lead us not into temptation

Your touch is feeling like salvation

If you're down for misbehaving

If you're liking this sensation

Pin me on your wall like an icon

And I pray that you leave the lights on

twelve: banks/fuck with myself

You're in the corner waiting for my love

I put two walls behind you just to lean on

Kinda need 'em 'cause I stood you up

'Cause I fuck with myself more than anybody else

thirteen: dove cameron/breakfast

I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick

And honestly, I'm getting high off it

Do you wanna see a magic trick?

'Cause you don't know what you don't know

But I know

fourteen: lana del rey/freak

Flames so hot that they turn blue

Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer

That's the way I feel for you

If time stood still I'd take this moment

Make it last forever

fifteen: ari abdul/taste

I'm begging you, untie this noose

Want your hands 'round my neck

I'm begging you, come be my muse

You're all that I have left

sixteen: ag/terrible thing

Oh honey, you're so cold

I lose my self-control

seventeen: jesse joe stark/fire of love

Your kiss rips through the shadows

Lipstick poisons this black rose

Haunted and torn from the heavens

You pull the petals from my mouth

They fall and tenderly black out

Baby, it's been so lonely

eighteen: zaryah/deep dive

Deep dive into my lips

Heat of your breath takes me into your abyss

Hold tight, I'll fulfil every need

Head up, you got me down on my knees

nineteen: lana del rey/gods & monsters

In the land of Gods and Monsters

I was an angel looking to get fucked hard

twenty: darren hayes/insatiable

Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound

We move together up and down

We levitate our bodies soar

Our feet don't even touch the floor

twenty-one: melanie martinez/high school sweethearts

If you can't handle a heart like mine

Don't waste your time with me

If you're not down to bleed, no, oh

If you can't handle the choking, the biting

The loving, the smothering

'Til you can't handle it no more, no more

Go home

twenty-two: ramsey/daddy

Baby, you're divine, I leave my body

Suckin' on your tongue, gold teeth, come find love

twenty-three: massive attack/paradise circus

Love is like a sin, my love

For the ones that feel it the most

Look at her with her eyes like a flame

She will love you like a fly will never love you again

twenty-four: aeseaes/desire

I'm an old

Desire

Sleeping in your skin

I'll take you over

And let you hide

twenty-five: natalia kills/problem

Sweat, dripping down your chest

Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles

On my thigh boy boy boy

Cold shower... you got no power to control

How I make you my toy toy toy

My hips rocking

As we keep lip locking

Got the neighbors screaming

Even louder louder

twenty-six: the pretty reckless/going to hell

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells

twenty-seven: meg myers/desire

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

Boy, I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna tear into your soul

twenty-eight: soap&skin/me and the devil

And I said hello Satan, ah

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

twenty-nine: chymes/gity

You can trust in me, no, you don't have to hide

Have anything you want, just tell me what you like

Bring out the devil in you, it can't hide

I feel the fire trapped inside

thirty: banks/gimme

At the rock bottom baby crawl, crawl

I let you lick it from the ground, ground

'Cause I've been drippin' for your love, love

You can call me that bitch

thirty-one: nine inch nails/closer

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes 🩸🩸🩸

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savage-rhi · 5 months

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Mending Shadows // Chapter 28

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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While Y/N admired Loqui for his grit, it became obvious throughout the night that it was a handicap.

It all started once Y/N had their fill of dancing and conversation. Loqui was challenged by Accordo soldiers to a drinking game. Of course he bragged about his intelligence regarding Altissa's flora and fauna. And of course, he had been lying.

Several drinks down the hatch, and Loqui's face was redder than the Vixen itself. He humorously attempted to apologize for his inhibition, but his words were so mangled that his manner of speaking was on par with a newborn babe grasping babble. Y/N was prepared to escort Loqui back to the residence, until the same soldiers who created this mess offered a hand. The argument being that it was only fair because they had unintentionally ruined Loqui's date. As a precaution, Tuti also joined the group.

Y/N didn’t know how to feel about that, nor how to deal with Loqui's confession from earlier. It made them more thankful that their plan to return Loqui home wasn’t seen through. Though Loqui didn’t give the impression he’d perform anything nefarious, Y/N didn’t want to take the risk. Not when emotions were high, and certainly not when he was drunker than a skunk.

Not long after Loqui had been tended to, Y/N snuck out of the Ceremony House and ventured into the night. The glow of lanterns and the full moon above led them down a road that eventually sprawled into a dirt path. The salty pungent odor of the beach drifted through their nostrils as the sound of waves crashing along the shore beckoned them close. At the end of the dirt path, Y/N took in the sight. The moon shimmered against the oceans surface, and highlighted the small grains of sand on the beach. It was as if the sun had never set, but instead covered itself in a dark veil. A cool wind drifted through Y/N’s hair, and they smiled.

Bending down to their shoes, Y/N slid out of them. The relief they felt when the sand hit their feet was indescribable. They closed their eyes, letting their toes wiggle through the soft texture. It almost felt like they were back in Galdin Quay. As Y/N opened their eyes, it dawned on them how quick time had passed since they left their apartment. It contrasted with how living in Niflheim felt like an eternity.

Y/N paid no more heed to their thoughts and began to walk toward the tide. The coast was warm, and Y/N felt the temperature welcome them via the humid whisps that the surf pulled in and out. As soon as Y/N’s feet splashed in the water, they heard a snap. They faintly gasped and their head whisked around. At first Y/N couldn’t see anything, and had to squint. Heavy steps soon followed, and then the silhouette of messy hair came into light followed by a pair of golden eyes.

“Ardyn?”

“It would appear you escaped,” Ardyn mused. He stepped out of the shadows, now fully cast under the moon. Much of the wrinkles on his face were hidden, smoothed out by the cool palette of the night. His lips quirked into a smile as he approached Y/N and watched their feet card through the sand.

“Speak for yourself!” Y/N laughed in surprise. “I thought you were going to spoil Betrys for the night?”

“Hmm?” Ardyn blinked, caught off guard for a moment. “Nothing scandalous occurred, I assure you.”

“Then what happened? It’s only been two hours since I last saw you!"

Ardyn shrugged. “She decided to call it off.”

Y/N’s eyes widened before they scoffed. “I'm not buying that, given her persistence.”

“Would I lie to you?”

“On numerous occasions.” Y/N quipped.

Ardyn let out a laugh. He sighed and admired the stars before answering further.

“She called it an act of mercy," He began. "She said and I quote, ‘you have bigger problems than dealing with me tonight’.”

It took Y/N a second to ponder on the meaning behind Betrys's statement. Their pulse began to rise at the implication.

“So Y/N,” The softness of Ardyn's tone carried in the wind. “Do I have a problem to contend with this evening?”

“Not unless you’re looking for one.” Y/N shivered, and quelled their nerves with a small laugh.

Ardyn raised his brows. It was obvious this wasn’t the answer he was seeking, but he chuckled nonetheless. He calmly stepped closer to Y/N, then gestured with his head for them to follow his side as they walked along the beach together.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Pardon?"

"During the wedding when you squeezed my hand, you looked upset. Are you better now?"

“In many ways, I’m relieved.” Ardyn breathed. “I was ambushed from the past.”

Y/N nodded. “I could feel through the scourge that something hit you hard.”

Ardyn regarded Y/N for a moment. He could see the lights of the city from afar, looking like small fireflies in the distance. The image of Aera briefly crossed his path, and he averted his gaze to the sand at his shoes.

“I was thinking of my wedding day. How Aera and I exchanged vows before the six.” He murmured bittersweetly, bending down to pick up a pebble. He tossed it up and down in his right palm. His eyes fixated on the object as a rare and genuine smile fell upon his lips. “It was a beautiful affair, the whole thing. Probably the most joyous day of my life. So simple. So weightless like this stone. The burdens of gods and men couldn't touch us. Nothing could."

As quickly as the smile came, it left. Snuffed out like a candle that had been pinched by fast fingers. The frown on Ardyn's mouth and the sorrow in his eyes had Y/N let out a breath they had been holding. They watched as he tossed the pebble one last time into the air before throwing it out for the ocean to swallow.

“Our union was over in just a few skips. All because of my hesitation. If I hadn't shown up to the damned citadel, and hadn't been easy on Somnus...if I hadn't been merciful in our duel, she would've..." Ardyn sighed. Unable to finish the sorrowful incantation.

Feeling Y/N's touch suddenly upon his shoulder, Ardyn furrowed his brows. He tensed for a second, and then his own right hand reached up to settle upon Y/N's. Both soothed and incensed, mixed feelings pooled in Ardyn's stomach.

“Am I crossing a line?” Y/N murmured.

“No,” Ardyn replied. He could feel the fear that hung in Y/N’s voice, and his fingers gently touched over theirs. “Not in this circumstance.”

Y/N--still unsure of themself and of his answer--slowly retreated their hand away.

Ardyn adjusted so he was fully facing Y/N. He lingered on their gown, admiring the way the moonlight above seemed to make it glow. For the briefest of moments, he was reminded of the crystal. The damned relic of the gods. He hated how this moment was tainted by his disgust, and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N spoke up. “For kissing you at the springs.”

“Why?”

Y/N blinked. He sounded so calm, it was almost uncharacteristic of him.

“I don’t know..."

“I think you do, otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything.” Ardyn stated. He glanced over their eyes and lips, softly smirking. “We have all night. So speak, and I shall listen.”

Damn it…

He sounded so smug yet understanding, and made Y/N that much more nervous. Y/N's eyes drifted to the sand, then met the waves in the distance before getting the courage to look at Ardyn. To really look at him. So that he'd know there were no other layers that needed peeling back.

“I’ve been feeling so much during these last months,” Y/N started. “And even though you're the one that dragged me into the heap of this mess, you're the only thing keeping me from losing what I have left."

Ardyn’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean by that, losing what you have left?”

“My spirit or whatever is keeping me from walking into the ocean so I can drown.” Y/N replied. “I hate this. I hate living with the scourge inside of me. How painful it is, and knowing one day I might kill people again. Yet I hold on. It's all your fault for giving me the courage to keep fighting."

Ardyn let Y/N’s words sink. He was unsure how to truly feel--given what he knew that Y/N didn’t--but he allowed himself to ravish in the little joy that sparked in him.

“And here I thought you loathed the very nature of my being.”

Y/N suppressed a laugh. “Don’t get it wrong, I still think you’re an asshole but…I like you.”

“Yet another feeling you and I have in common.” He huffed in amusement.

“You like me?”

Ardyn nodded. “I have for a while now.”

“In what manner?”

“Finish what you started first.” He teased.

“Oh,” It dawned on Y/N they had gone off on a small tangent. Although they could argue it was Ardyn’s fault, Y/N didn’t bully him for it. They gathered up their wits before speaking.

“I feel something toward you. It’s always been there since we bonded through the scourge. And when you talk about Aera, how much you loved her, I feel so guilty for it. I’ve been inside your head. I know what she meant to you, and I felt that when I kissed you, I spat on her memory--your memories--that you have buried underneath all that,” Y/N gestured at Ardyn’s body, emphasizing nonverbally how he was the embodiment of the scourge itself. “That’s why I’m apologizing. Does any of this make sense?”

“Not in the slightest,” Ardyn replied. He gave Y/N a smile upon catching them furrow their brows, a subtle reassurance he was jesting before he sighed. “This was bound to happen at some point.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Ardyn made a face, trying to find his words. “You and I share an intimacy through the scourge that can't be accounted anywhere else on this star. With the hivemind at play, and the scourge wanting unity, it's only natural that we'd feel...overwhelmed by the other at some point in time. Hence, what transpired in the bedroom. ”

Y/N’s heart dropped. From what it sounded like, everything about their feelings toward Ardyn had been artificial. A byproduct of the scourge attempting to return to its master. The sad thing was, it made sense to Y/N. The timing, the bleed throughs, it was all connected.

“So the scourge is feeding off our emotions just so it can become whole again.”

“More like feeding into them,” Ardyn corrected. “But you seem to understand the gist.”

“Into them?”

Ardyn glared as if he had been confronted by a nemesis from the past. Someone who had left him to bleed out. To Y/N, he looked as if he wanted to both confront and flee from his rival, but had no strength to perform either. It surprised them when he pushed through the silence and spoke.

“This whole week I’ve pondered the enigma between us. Each time I’ve examined the facts, I always reach the same conclusion.” Ardyn paused. Whisps of his wine colored hair drifted across his face. The cool drop in temperature offered him solace if only for a minute. “Even with how putrid my soul has become, there’s still a root buried underneath the tainted soil. It begs to sprout though aware the rays of the sun can’t pierce the veil. Yet somehow, a little light made it’s way through the cracks. And slowly, tiny leaves have grown. Reaching out through the nothing to grasp at a morning sun.”

Ardyn’s voice trailed as he finally stared at Y/N. The glow in his amber eyes increased, adding a ethereal presence to him that kept Y/N grounded while they stared right back. He bit the inside of his bottom lip.

“No one has bewitched me in ages. Not like this."

Y/N felt as if every blood vessel in their body had opened to the fullest extent possible. His words trudged them through the thick of their feelings. Somehow through the explosion, they fell back to Eos and replied with a whisper of uncertainty.

“So what do we do now?"

Ardyn’s eyes drifted over Y/N’s, drinking in what he’d allow himself to behold before capping. He had lost his vigor as the reality of his and Y/N's fate breached the surface.

“I'm contractually bound to the vengeance I seek, just as I am bound to one day relieve you of suffering." His voice had all the confidence in the world, but the root he had spoken of refused to let go. It refused to stop sprouting for his sake. Not when it was being nurtured by hope.

Hope…

It was such a fragile thing, yet it burdened Ardyn. No matter how hard he tried to strangle it, it couldn’t be snuffed away. Not when Y/N’s eyes regarded him. Peering at him with not the wonder of Eos, but as a human who saw through his masks and could see the man that hid in wait to be cut loose.

“I don’t need a partner,” Ardyn confessed bitterly. He was too craven to make such a bold request, but he allowed himself one little morsel of reverie. “But...I do desire a friend.”

A woe curtly wandered into Y/N's heart, and was extinguished by joy at hearing his request. This was enough for now. It had to be.

“I can be that for you.”

Ardyn smiled genuinely as he shook his head. “You already have. I just blinded myself. Not wanting to acknowledge it.”

Y/N smiled so hard it hurt, only to frown curiously when Ardyn cleared his throat.

“I’ve noticed Commander Pierce’s boy has had an eye on you,” Ardyn began. He felt his body tense with apprehension at his own words, but proceeded. “Should you choose to pursue him, I wouldn’t hold any ill regard toward a union.”

Y/N shook their head with a grimace. “That’s…kind of the last thing on my mind right now, but thanks.”

Even though Ardyn tried to hide it, Y/N noticed the small victorious smile that formed upon his lips.

"So...we're friends, right?" Y/N asked to clarify.

"It would appear so." Ardyn mused with a faint smile.

"Is that what you want?"

Ardyn swallowed. "Yes."

Be it the weight of the conversation, or emotions simmering down, Ardyn and Y/N proceeded to once more tread along the beach. Both were reticent while their minds settled on what had been discussed. Y/N felt that a mass had been unburdened, but through the scourge, they still felt there was unfinished business. However, it could wait. There was no sense of urgency to pry anything more out of Ardyn. Not when he looked at peace. Y/N reveled in the sight, knowing from shared memories that he hadn't felt he could let his guard down in centuries.

“I’ve been ruminating on an idea,” Ardyn hummed. “I believe it would benefit us both if I taught you how to heal. To learn the tools of the trade of my maternal line."

With the near smug look Ardyn wore, Y/N was uncertain if he was pulling their leg or not.

“Are you being serious?"

“But of course!” He chortled.

“But why?" Y/N questioned. "With how you talked about the tradition, it sounded like a closed practice."

“I believe my mother broke the mold when she taught me, therefore, it’s not something to fret about.” Ardyn chuckled. He could see Y/N was still apprehensive and proceeded to explain further. “Here is my thought process: I can't feed off you for strength and risk bleed throughs, and now we are sharing wounds through the scourge. Therefore, it would be wise if not one, but both parties were well versed in medicinal magic and it's propriety. Should circumstances go astray in future altercations, we can count on each other for back up."

“I can't argue when you put it like that.” Y/N murmured, finding themself warming up to the idea. “To be honest, having more use than being a prized medal for Niflheim would feel great.”

“I’m relieved we're on the same page,” Ardyn said. “When we cross back into Niflheim, we’ll begin study. I must forewarn that I’ll be more stringent with you than I have been in lessons of etiquette. Medicinal knowledge can be quite dangerous, especially in regards to plants. If you aren’t precise, it’s a sure path to death.”

“Given the circumstances with you being immortal and me having a death wish, I didn’t think that would be an issue.” Y/N couldn’t help but quip, adding light to the conversation. They offered a nervous grin when Ardyn glared initially, before he too found humor in the jest and scoffed while playfully swiping at their shoulder.

“I can’t afford to perish and respawn. Not when so much is lying on the table.” Ardyn admitted before he slyly added. “And for the record, you aren’t useless.”

“That was very tender of you.” Y/N goaded.

“Don’t go getting too attached now. As Chancellor, I can’t afford to have favorites among adoring citizens. No matter how charming they try to be.” Ardyn darkly teased. He took delight in the quibble fear that crossed Y/N’s face as he chuckled.

“You can be a jerk sometimes, you know that?” Y/N sighed.

“I aim to please!”

Y/N bit the inside of their lip, trying not to laugh. The conversation at large felt childlike--idiotic in ways--but it felt right between them, and only them.

As Y/N prepared change the subject, they stopped. Their right hand stretched to the side, blocking Ardyn at his waist. He let out a grunt, raising a concerned brow while Y/N gestured out to the waves.

“Look!”

At first, Ardyn didn’t see anything. From how Y/N sounded, it seemed it should’ve been obvious something was afoot. Nevertheless he couldn’t decipher what was going on. He blamed his damned vision, and regretted not having his glasses handy. He blinked a few times, and then caught it. Astonishment graced his features and his mouth fell open.

Along the surf and into the shoreline, the ocean began to spark with little blue lights. In clusters of hundreds, they swayed through the waters and glowed with the same shine as the stars above. Like Y/N, Ardyn felt captivated by the sight.

“It’s a plankton bloom,” Y/N whispered. Their eyes widened with childlike fascination as the waves became more illuminated by cerulean hues. “I heard about it in Lucis. These little creatures glow to attract mates or ward off predators.”

“Messengers of Leviathan,” Ardyn murmured. He could feel Y/N’s gaze upon him as he smiled nostalgically. “That’s what we called this phenomena in my time. It’s a sign that the goddess of the sea is near, and listening to devotions.”

In a split of a second, Y/N began to disrobe out of their formal attire. Ardyn did a double take, feeling his pulse rise into his throat. Eyes widening, he was both impressed at how quickly Y/N discarded their clothes, and felt embarrassed for suddenly gawking at them.

“Y/N, what are you--” Before he could protest, Ardyn watched in horror as Y/N rushed toward the water. Their earlier words of fighting temptation to toss themselves into the waves and drown echoed in his mind. He felt fear grapple in his chest as he began to sprint after them and shouted.

“Y/N!”

“I always wanted to do this!” Y/N gleefully exclaimed like a kid who had discovered magic again in the world.

The euphoria in their voice had Ardyn stop in his tracks once his boots hit the foam of the shoreline. Startled, he observed Y/N dived into the waves, and watched them rise. The plankton surrounding them disappeared, and then returned in a captivating swirl of blues as Y/N chased down the specks. Ardyn sighed in relief once the adrenaline died down.

He watched the spectacle for a time, finding delight in Y/N’s bliss. There was a moment where Ardyn could've sworn he heard Aera's laugh. Fear traveled through him. Perhaps Leviathan was near--messing with his mind. He felt paralyzed as darkness began to dwell in his heart. As quick as it came, Ardyn felt his anger dwindle when he saw Y/N stop in their tracks.

Standing waist deep in the water, Ardyn watched Y/N extend a hand out in welcome with the biggest of grins anyone could muster.

"Come join me!"

"I don't think so!" Ardyn shouted.

"Why not?" Y/N hollered back with a laugh.

Ardyn made a face. "Remember our conversation about large bodies of water?"

"Oh yeah, that's right!" Y/N laughed. "You're terrified!"

Ardyn stumbled. He growled under his breath. "I'm not frightened!"

"Then what's stopping you?" Y/N countered as a wave knocked them forward.

Ardyn had to admit Y/N had him there. He wasn't sure what it was, but the compulsion to join grew more and more with each passing second. It was maybe a minute before Ardyn made his choice. He began to disrobe out of his layers, tossing his articles of clothing on top of Y/N's. Down to his pants, Ardyn took in a deep breath, and bolted toward Y/N. He ignored how both refreshing and cold the water was as the ocean began to hug his torso the further he went.

Upon meeting Y/N, Ardyn grabbed a hold of Y/N's hand to stabilize himself. A laugh was shared as he jumped from a small wave pushing him to the left.

"See? Not so bad!" Y/N exclaimed. "I owe you one for this!"

"In that case," Ardyn shot Y/N a devious grin. He was absolutely eating up the dread that crossed over Y/N's eyes. "Allow me to take you dancing again!"

“What do you mean by aga--ahh!”

Ardyn snickered as he flung Y/N headfirst into the water. Y/N rose to the surface and attempted to return the favor but with little luck. The two laughed as Ardyn struggled against Y/N's grasp before he fell backwards; taking himself and Y/N down with him. Their bodies tumbled as the current pulled them further into the sea. It took them a moment to register they had gone into deeper territory, and on instinct they held hands and remained close.

Holding their breaths, Ardyn and Y/N glanced through the darkness. The ocean felt like another universe, where gravity and the world of men held no bounds. The ambience of such feelings were further inflamed when the plankton once more made their presence known. Thousands of small bodies lit up like city lights and illuminated both Ardyn and Y/N while they swam together. Both admired witnessing such a natural majesty for a time, until Y/N pulled from Ardyn and caught a handful of the plankton in their hands. A pure glow surrounded their fingertips and highlighted their features.

As Ardyn floated near in awe, he had an epiphany. Had he been the once pious man he was known for, he would've felt the six shining through Y/N. There was something magical about this moment that stunned him. Almost as if Eos had forgiven him of all trespass.

Y/N turned their head and smiled at him. Ardyn returned a soft expression as he saw small bubbles leave their nostrils. He hoped that when he died, if there was an afterlife that awaited, he could take this snapshot with him to the grave. With that thought having left, he swam forward. The two encircled the other as they kicked through the plankton and followed the light back to the beach.

Gasping for air upon rising, Y/N relied on Ardyn as he coaxed both their bodies into shallow waters. Once they were in water that was up to their knees, they stopped to catch their bearings.

In between breaths, Y/N met Ardyn's eyes as he moved his hair out from his face. He smiled at them with a sincerity that had unintentionally caused the dams in Y/N to break. Their throat clutched as they started to sob.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,”

“Y/N…” He began to look them over, checking for any signs of wounds. When Ardyn found nothing, it dawned on him that Y/N was suffering from injuries of the heart. Though concerned, he remained neutral. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Y/N shook their head with a sniffle. They smiled at him, trying to tamper down whatever this was. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. That's all.”

Ardyn frowned as the scourge told him everything he needed to know. The emotions were fleeting, but Ardyn honed in. He hadn't felt the fear of mortality in ages, and through Y/N, he could feel how it slowly breathed along their neck; reminding them that this was it, and to cherish what little happiness had come their way. Being immortal, Ardyn himself longed for death, and up to this point, assumed Y/N held no qualms regarding their fate. He couldn't have been more wrong, and in a way it hurt him, but in a matter that felt even foreign to the likes of himself.

With no further words, Ardyn pulled Y/N into his chest and embraced them. His heart stammered as he felt Y/N hold onto him as if the gods would strike them down at any time. Burying his face some into Y/N's dampened hair, he whispered all the comforts one could give. All the things he would've said to Aera had she been in the throes of existential dread.

“Shhh..." Ardyn murmured throughout. He let out a small grunt, feeling Y/N's cheek against his chest. “What may come of us, we’ll be alright. Do you trust me?”

Y/N nodded weakly. They shuddered as Ardyn continued to soothe them, and managed to peer up into his gaze.

“There you are!” He smiled.

Y/N didn't know what was so funny, but they grinned as a laugh came and went. They felt one of Ardyn's hands retreat from their waist as he settled it upon their cheek. His touch was cold, but the warmth he emitted made up for it. As the panic began to dwindle, Y/N let out a breath as they gazed over him.

“Friends don’t hug each other like this.” Y/N murmured

“True, but we're an exception.” Ardyn mused. He felt a tremor run through Y/N’s body, and chuckled darkly. “Do you have regrets now, about your little stunt to swim out here?"

“Maybe a bit,” Y/N admitted with a tired laugh. They could feel their body growing colder by the second. “Maybe we should get out.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Ardyn smiled. He gave the side of Y/N’s face a gentle squeeze with his palm before taking them by the hand and leading them back to the beach.

“Let’s get you warm."

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Accidental Reunion (Reupload)

Slightly more humorous, Fox has a bit of a weird guest on stream.

Minors and Ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked

Contains: Torture, Breast-specific torture, Canon typical violence, cult/religious themes.

The Fox was no stranger to weirder victims. Really he had to do next to zero work to get captives for his streams. It just so happened that sometimes he’d see someone out of his stock for an upcoming auction, and he’d decide they’d be better off in his care. For however many shows they lasted. He remembered the one who had been withdrawing off of their schizophrenia medication, he had kept them around for a few shows just due to how entertaining it was to play with and abuse their mental state.

Sometimes though, he had to do a bit of digging, because someone in Chat would ask for something specific. Usually one who donated a lot, which usually meant a lot more would come if he catered to their tastes. This time though, someone who was a little newer, perhaps a bit younger, had a request.

“Big Titty Goth GF PLSSSSS” They had spammed, each time they requested they had donated more. He half wondered what kind of brat had accessed daddy’s credit card. But, well, he aimed to please.

This girl was what he had managed to find, and he had made sure to get her some outfits to match the Goth Aesthetic too. Fishnet, little bat nipple rings, skull pattern on the underwear. Not his usual choices, but they’d do.

Besides having those fat tits that had been begged for, she also had a soft belly, and thick thighs, which pushed and almost bubbled up over the fishnet. And across her skin… strange tattoos he had no idea could mean. A strange circle with foreign letters, what looked like an almost tear drop shape, plus so many others.

He had stopped staring at her long ago, as he began to set up for the show. But he could tell her eyes never left him. She had been silent, not asking any questions, just staring. He hoped she wouldn’t be like this the entire time, that would be boring…

With a few quick clicks, a little icon on his screen told him he was live, and he quickly stood up straight as his lovely fans came pouring in.

“Good Evening, everyone! As you may recall, on our last stream, our generous patron H0110W kept requesting a specific kind of victim.” He stood to the side, letting the woman focus into view for the camera. The chat lit up immediately.

M3L0NB4115: MOMMY MILKERS.

H0110W: holy shit, perfect! Here’s a little something to start us off!

N3K0_M: You should cut her eyes out, if she keeps glaring daggers like that. Teach her a lesson, daddy <3

Woundfucker88: Ugh, wasn’t that other one banned?

Fox’s ear gave a flick as a donation pinged in. Ten Thousand dollars. A nice start indeed. Whoever this viewer was, they certainly had money. He gave a bark of laughter at Woundfucker’s annoyance.

“Well, I’m glad you like her. I hope you’ll enjoy watching her bleed just as much. Also, yes, Melon is back, I turned off text to speech donations so I figured she’d be harmless now.”

He gave a wink, hearing the woman’s breath hitch behind him. He ignored it though, not sparing her a glance as he glanced towards his wall full of tools.

“Now, let me know what you all want to see first! Remember, we want to make her last, so nothing lethal…. Yet.” He watched as the requests poured in, most paired with a nice donation.

Woundfucker88: Fair enough, it is your show. Why not carve something into those tits?

Diamond: Why stop at carving? Just lop them off.

N3K0_M: That goes too fast! I wanna see the ice pick used again, give her some more piercings!”

M3L0NB4115: Skewer them together, like shishkabob.

That one piqued his interest, and his ear flicked a little.

“Oh? Yes I haven’t done that in a while… Nice collaborating, everyone…” he mused, walking off camera to grab the ice pick.

“Chat thinks you need some more piercings…” he smiled cruelly under the mask as he waved the thin, deadly weapon in front of her.

“... You’ll regret this.” Was all she said, holding his gaze. Fox was no stranger to threats, but something about this one made his spine tingle. He narrowed his eyes, and slammed the pick into her left thigh, managing to draw out a sharp squeal.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He affirmed, twisting the metal through her flesh, her scream turning into a cough as she grit her teeth, glaring at him. And then she began speaking again. No pleas, no insults, nothing…. In english even.

Instead, it was a slow chant in a foreign language, steady as the river of blood pouring down her leg. Fox stood straight, wrenching the ice pick out of her skin as he did. She halted her speech for a moment to hiss in pain, before she continued.

He glanced back towards chat, wondering their reaction.

N3K0_M: LOL She iz trying 2 Summon A DEMON!

H0110W: She had a nice scream when you first stabbed her! Now move onto the skewering! And afterwards, maybe a little blowtorch action on them ;)

M3L0NB4115: I think I recognize that language. Or what she’s saying. It reminds me of St*****-

“Melon, you have been warned about that name, it’s blocked for a reason. Mention it again and you’ll be permanently muted.” Fox said, before crouching down. That one really annoyed him. But back to business. This was H0110W’s request, so he may as well follow suit with what they wanted.

And indeed, he was able to get more screams out of her as he plunged the icepick sideways through her chest, making her writhe and yell as he pierced her breasts together, leaning forward and twisting one of her nipples between his claws for good measure.

For hours, the requests continued in, and between her screams, she kept chanting in that same language, though her voice grew more hoarse as time went on. And she seemed to grow more panicked the longer she chanted.

N3ko_M:“Make her eat part of her tits. You cooked it just for her.”

H0110W:“Use the pliers and pull those nails off.”

Woundfucker88: “Do you have any liquid nitrogen left from last time? Pour some of it onto her legs.”

M3L0NB4115: “Knife time! Keep it classic! I wanna see a heart!”

Diamond: “Fuck the hole in her leg, make it bigger.”

Adrenaline coursed through him as he continued his work, loving all the different screams he managed to squeeze out of her. But, she was starting to bore Chat quite quickly.

N3K0_M: Can you get her to shut up? I’m sick of hearing her stupid voice.

H0110W: She’s talked enough, cut her tongue out. Let her choke to death on her own blood for the finale.

M3L0NB4115: No, Don’t kill her. If you kill her it will be complete, St**** will come-

“M3L0NB4115’s has been muted indefinitely for saying banned content. Thank you for using the AutoMod Bot!”

“Your wish is my command, H0110W.” Fox said, procuring his reliable knife. She was talking even faster now, mumbling that strange language before he pried her mouth open. Her eyes were wide, makeup, tears and blood streaked down her face. He leaned forward to lick them up, humming over the combined taste of powdery eyeshadow, salty tears and rusty blood.

Without much more fanfare, he dug the knife into her mouth. It was admittedly a bit harder than he thought it would be. Her tongue was a moving target. He was forced to saw at it, cutting into all other parts of her mouth, as she screamed. While her words were still decipherable, she was screaming her same chant.

And finally, she was silent, except for gurgles and moans, and then choking coughs as her mouth filled with her own blood. Her eyes were trained on him, as steady as she could keep them, as he pulled her tongue out of her mangled mouth.

“There we go!” He said triumphantly, holding it up like a trophy for the camera. In the background he could hear her gurgling, and slumping in her chains. It wouldn’t be long now until she was gone. He watched as final donations pinged in, giving her a lovely little song to die too.

He turned back to look at her again, her eyes now unfocused, her mouth moving wordlessly. Bubbles of blood were coming up from her throat, drenching her front and dying her skin…. Green?

Fox stood still, keeping an eye on her for a bit longer. Just as he had seen it, it had faded. It must be a trick of the light, he’d been in here for too long with only the screens to illuminate the room. Without another thought on it, he turned back to the Camera, raising his arms.

“Another lovely show, wouldn’t you all agree? As always, I am so grateful for your donations and…” his voice faded and he perked up a little, giving the air a small sniff. Sulfur?He watched Chat suddenly light up.

It was moving too fast for him to read individual messages. But there was a lot of “what the hell?’s” going on.

Diamond: What the hell?

N3K0_M: I was just joking about the demon thing, is this some kind of special effect you got going on Fox??

M3L0NB4115’s has been unmuted by H̸̦̣̱͆̈̑ḭ̸̣͆m̴̨̛̲̼. Thank you for using a̸̡͊̚u̸̙̣͌́t̷̡̟̀o̷͍̝̾m̴̢̼̿̾o̴̦̅d̸̗͝ ̴̖͗̕ḃ̸̰̦͛ǒ̵̂͜͜ẗ̴͍͇́.

M3L0NB4115: Me next.

He turned back towards his victim, and was met by the sudden eruption of a wall of green flame. It blasted him back towards his set up, and he hastily grasped for the keyboard, his first instinct to end the stream, before he struggled for the call button. In his panicked state though, he kept missing.

The roar of flames grew- Horns. Horns were appearing. Fox could only stare in fear as from the flames, a form appeared. A form all too familiar.

“N-No… You’re Dead.” was all he could say, as those malice filled eyes appeared, staring into him. “YOU DIED. YOU CAN’T BE.” Fox looked around, his eyes landing on the door. He needed to run, but his body wouldn’t move.

“Run. RUN.” he was screaming still, at his own body to obey him, as Strade, new, remade, with a familiar gaping hole in his chest, towered over him now. A smile spread across his face, as recognition flickered in those acidic eyes.

“Mein… Fuchs… Did you want to see me so badly?” he rumbled, his voice as rumbly as distant thunder. And as painful for Ren to hear as nails on a chalkboard.

His body finally deciding to obey him at the sound of that voice, Ren made a mad dash for the door, his footing slipping on the blood coating the ground. The Door. The Door. He needed to make it towards the door.

But it wouldn’t open, as he yanked on it so hard he felt his shoulder pop out of socket. He yowled in pain, but the door wouldn’t budge still. It was shut tight. Two clawed hands enclosed his shoulders, digging into his skin, drawing blood, sending coursing pain through his empty socket.

“Mein Fuchs… The first to give me a sacrifice… To summon me… I should have known we would see eachother again.”

Ren couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look back into those eyes. He could only stare at the door as it got further and further away. He was being pulled away from it.

“We have much to catch up on, ja?”

#TPOF Fox #Demon Strade #Strade

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taleswrittena · 2 years

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MOBILE RULES & INFORMATION

Since people don’t read rules all the way through i would like to preface this by saying: TRIGGERING MATERIAL WILL BE WRITTEN HERE. THIS INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: INCEST, DUBCON, MENTIONS NONCON, AFTERMATH OF NONCON, SUICIDAL IDEALATIONS, CHEATING, AND ANYTHING ELSE I WANT TO WRITE. BY CLICKING FOLLOW, YOU AGREE TO BLACKLIST THE TAGS PROVIDED IN THE FORM OF (trigger here) tw. DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU THINK FICTION EQUALS REALITY OR IN ANYWAY HAS ANY REFLECTION ON A MUN’S MORAL STANDING.

HATE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND ANY ANON’S I GET ABOUT THIS THAT IS HATE WILL BE BLOCKED/NOT AT ALL ACKNOWLEDGEDS

MY FEELINGS ON SOMEONE SENDING ME ANON HATE HERE.

THANK YOU.

about: this is an indie mutuals only mostly plot based rp blog for a multimuse with various fandoms from tv shows, movies, anime, and video games. mun is 25+, i'm genderfluid and my pronouns are primarily he/him and they/them. she/her is fine but it is not prefered like those are. my name is Jay. Previously known as Ares and Snow.

Callout culture: Do not involve me in this. Period. I want no part of it and will block as soon as I see it, tagged or not. I believe it does more harm than good and something like tha is extremely harmful..

content: there will be some pretty heavy material featured here. such as suicidal thoughts, mentions of noncon and the trauma after it, dubcon, incest, and anything else I want to write. I will not tolerate hate being sent to me about this and I will block anyone who tries to police me. The only hard limit i have and absolutely refuse to write is pedophilia.

Don’t ever be afraid to ask me to tag something!

side note: if you believe fiction equals reality, please don’t follow me.

discord: is open to those who follow me. simply ask for it. i do not write on discord though. ooc contact is highly encouraged!

disclaimer: i'm in no way affiliated with any of the actors, fandoms, or characters on this blog. Banners, promos, and icons belong to me. Theme was made by prosewrote. all screencaps used to turn into icons on this blog are not mine and belong to their rightful owners. Lara Croft screencaps come from soulcluster. Some psds are not mine. some psds used are made by rivercraze. icon template belongs to rivercraze

Drama: There won’t be any. I’m too old for tumblr’s drama, if you try to start something, make me choose, or drag me into drama - you will be blocked.

DNI’s will get you blocked. I don’t agree with making people choose between people when there are things like blacklist and tumblr’s own filtering system to help you avoid a person

Hate: Character hate, show hate, etc will get you unfollowed. I don’t have time for that negativity, pls tag it so I can filter it out, thank you.

interactions: I LOVE multiple threads with someone, if you let me, I’ll have 100 threads with people. I also, sometimes, NPC characters to help move threads along and build plots, if you’re not okay with that, please just let me know.

IMs: pls refrain from sending me multiple messages all at once as I’m autistic and it sends me into sensory overloads!!

follow/unfollowing: i usually follow back pretty quick. if i don't follow within a week, i'm probably not going to follow back. 9/10 i do follow back. i will not follow if i see vaguing, callouts, or any sort of drama on blogs. i also will not follow any under the age of 18.

If I do not follow you back, do not message me asking to write or become mutuals - you will be blocked.

If I block you, do not come to me asking why. It will only get you blocked all over again. Do not ask why i’ve unfollowed you, either.

DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR.

side note: if you’re the type to blindly believe a callout because that’s what everyone else is doing save yourself the trouble and don’t follow me.

Memes: Send as many as you want for as many muses as you want just be sure to specify muse or they’ll get deleted! Always feel free to turn meme answers into threads, too.

Do not use me as a meme resource. Send something in or reblog from the source, please.

note: if you send memes multiple times and there’s clearly a way to continue them, ESPECIALLY if we’ve never interacted before, and you keep sending memes but have NO INTENTIONS on replying to them, I will be less likely to respond to them. memes, in my eyes, are used as alternatives to starters. if you don’t respond to them after i’ve responded to quite a few, that’s me putting work into it for no reason really, so yeah.

My triggers: Sharks. That’s it. Just tag pictures of sharks for me please. not exactly a trigger but please also tag negativity.

nsfw: smut will be present here. i can not play the dominant party/tops in smut, please don't ask me too. if you don't feel comfortable with it, we can fade to black, easy peasy. i won't make myself uncomfortable for some smut. All muses involved in smut or ships are 18+. If you think that aging them up is pedophila, do me a favor and get off my blog. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

OCS: I love them. Send them my way, please!

OOC: I post ooc, sometimes quite a bit, sometimes rarely. I am human and I will act as such. I will not tag ooc posts mostly bc i’ll forget. Sorry if that bugs people but like i said, I’m human and I like to write things down and share things with the dash.

Shipping: all muses are LGBT+ in some shape or form so if you want to ship, just let me know. They’re pretty open to anyone, though gay and lesbian muses will stay gay and lesbian. I ship toxic pairings and incest so if that’s your cup of tea, just lemme know, and we can work something out if not? That’s alright too!!

As previously stated, all ships and smut scenes are involved with characters 18+. I will never under any circumstance write something with underage characters. Characters, however, can be aged up but are never simply just for the sake of smut. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

wait time: sometimes i can take months, sometimes seconds, sometimes days. I’m not a fast rper, please respect this.

writing: i generally prefer writing multi-para or novella. one-liners or one-paragraphs usually end up getting dropped or made into much longer threads as i have absolutely no chill.

End note: Do me a favor and like/or reply to this post if you’ve read my rules or risk being soft blocked. this is mandatory. Also below you’ll find important links:

MUSES & MOBILE MUSE LIST & COMMISSIONS INFO & MAINS CALL & NOVELLA CALL & OPEN STARTERS (you can always reply to these) WORLD BUILDING CALL & MAINS & & PERMANENT MEME CALL & MUSE INTEREST CHECKER & SHIP INTEREST CHECKER & PERMENANT STARTER CALLS & MY LEON KENNEDY RP BLOG

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{So after a very long argument with myself I have taken Rosie off as a muse because I'm just not clicking with her and I honestly don't feel like I don't write her well and I also feel super stressed out when I do any replies for her because I just don't like writing her it feels so forced and just not good enough. Al comes more naturally to me and I want to focus more on him because I have so many more ideas for him. I'm sorry Rosie is no longer a muse that I will be writing for and if this mean your gonna unfollow me because she is who you wanted then that's fine end of day I have to do what's best for me and my mental health. I'll post all the icons I've made for her please feel free to use them if you want I don't really care if you credit me for them or not}

#⌗ ooc. ﹙ not today satan ﹚

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The Princess Diarist. By Carrie Fisher. Blue Rider Press, 2016.

Rating: 3.5/5 stars

Genre: memoir

Series: N/A

Summary: When Carrie Fisher discovered the journals she kept during the filming of the first Star Wars movie, she was astonished to see what they had preserved--plaintive love poems, unbridled musings with youthful naiveté, and a vulnerability that she barely recognized. Before her passing, her fame as an author, actress, and pop-culture icon was indisputable, but in 1977, Carrie Fisher was just a teenager with an all-consuming crush on her costar, Harrison Ford.

With these excerpts from her handwritten notebooks, The Princess Diarist is Fisher's intimate and revealing recollection of what happened on one of the most famous film sets of all time--and what developed behind the scenes. Fisher also ponders the joys and insanity of celebrity, and the absurdity of a life spawned by Hollywood royalty, only to be surpassed by her own outer-space royalty. Laugh-out-loud hilarious and endlessly quotable, The Princess Diarist brims with the candor and introspection of a diary while offering shrewd insight into one of Hollywood's most beloved stars.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: alcohol, adultery

The aspect of this book I liked best was Carrie's honesty. Carrie holds nothing back and is quite upfront about her insecurities, her naivite, and her desire to please. The effect is that this memoir reads like a snapshot of a teenage girl who is starstruck by a much older man, and it's both hilarious and a little sad (in that Harrison Ford comes across as... not great).

Let's just get this part out of the way: this is not an in-depth behind-the-scenes look at the filming of Star Wars. The book jacket and marketing might be a little misleading on that front. If you're here for more Star Wars trivia or juicy gossip from one of the franchise's buggesy stars, best go elsewhere.

What this is, more than anything else, is Carrie's reflection on a number of things: her relationship with Harrison Ford while she was was a teenager and he was married and in his mid-thirties, how so-called "washed up" actresses struggle to make a living, the complicated feelings Carrie has regarding conventions and fame. For what it is, this book is endlessly funny, raw, and heartbreaking, moving from Carrie's characteristic humor and self-deprication to a hard-hitting insight into the workings of Hollywood and celebrity fandom.

Still, I don't think I can give this book more than 3.5 stars because there were aspects of Carrie's writing that didn't click for me. Some of her phrasing was a little awkward, and sometimes she would veer off in different directions (which is fine - that's the way her mind works - but it is also hard to follow sometimes). I also would have liked Carrie to deliver some sort of takeaway for each chapter - not necessarily a "moral to the story," but a clear(er) verbalizarion of the insights she gained by reflecting on the stories she's told.

The excerpts from her diary were also nice little insights to Carrie's headspace at the time, and if you care about Carrie as a person (not just Carrie as Princess Leia), they're a lovely look into the way her mind works.

But perhaps the section I liked best was Carrie's chapter on conventions. I found her honesty and complexity to be incredibly insightful and it shines a light on what she had to deal with for 40 years after the first Star Wars film.

Still, I'm glad I read this book. It's quick, it's amusing, and the photos are charming and nostalgic. The book perhaps hits a little different because both Carrie and her mother are gone, so some of my good feeling might be influenced by me being a fan who misses these icons. But if you love Carrie, you'll cherish this chance to "hear" her voice again.

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lovely besties, in honor of taehyung's birthday, i provide you with a snippet from the oneshot i was supposed to post today and can't because i'm nowhere near finished 😂

tw for ~sexually-suggestive comments/behavior~

BTS' V woos fans with his casual rockstar visuals on his return from world tour

Kim Taehyung, also known professionally as V of BTS, was spotted at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Friday. The singer is reportedly returning early to South Korea ahead of his band members after completing the final performance of their…

You don’t know why you read the shitty K-pop tabloids. You figure it’s the same reason why people make a hobby out of watching bad movies. There’s a weird itch in the back of your brain that can’t be scratched unless you open the link your friend texts you— teasingly, of course, because she thinks she’s being funny. Your friends don’t understand the nauseous feeling you get when you scroll through the article and accidentally click on a link that takes you to an external website flaunting doctored photos of your boyfriend with Jennie Kim.

BTS’ V and BLACKPINK’s Jennie Spend Romantic Weekend in Paris

You know it’s a lie because the weekend in question was the same weekend Taehyung flew you to Seoul to do a final walkthrough of your apartment before you signed off on it. Taehyung spent every second of that weekend by your side.

The article makes you sick anyway.

You’re so caught up in trying to craft a text to your friend to explain why she needs to leave you the fuck alone that you don’t hear the sound of your apartment’s front door open over the music you’re listening to.

“I’m gone for a few months and I come home to you listening to some other band?”

“Holy shit, Tae, you can’t do that to me,” you yelp when Taehyung leans over the back of the couch to hover over your shoulder.

“Explain yourself.” His voice is warm honey and milk even when his strong eyebrows point downward in mock disappointment. The expression is almost convincing, his naturally sharp features making conjuring up a dark appearance easier.

“You can’t tell me Stray Kids’ new album isn’t good.”

“Jagiya, I just got home,” Taehyung whines. “Kiss me and stop thirsting over Australian boys.” He touches your chin to tip your head backward. You lean your head against the back of the couch and look up at him. The position makes you think of the iconic Spiderman kiss, seeing Taehyung’s face upside down above yours.

“Y’know, I worked on a few of their songs. Before I met you.” The confession is meant to tease him for making fun of your music choice. Of course, words’ impact often diverges from intent. It’s in the twist of his face and the way he pulls back slightly just before his lips brush against yours that you know you’ve made him jealous.

“Oh did you?” His hair hangs around his face as he leans over you.

“Mhm, Bang Chan’s accent is really cu—”

You shouldn’t be shocked when strong hands squeeze your waist and Taehyung hauls you off the couch to stand in front of him. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his chest.

“You didn’t work with any other groups before us, okay?”

You purse your lips to hold in the laughter that threatens to explode from your chest. All you can do is nod in agreement. It reminds you of girls getting upset when they remember their boyfriends dated other people before them.

“Good.”

You run your fingers along his sharp jawline and watch the muscles flex beneath his taunt skin. “Don’t clench your jaw like that. It’s not good for you,” you muse, allowing your fingers to skim over his Adam’s apple.

“I’m trying to stay calm.”

Your eyebrows fly up with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk,” Taehyung says with such a gentle tone that the stark difference between what he says and how he says it has your body instantly trembling.

You inhale sharply and let your hand fall from his throat. Instead, you reach for the lapels of his leather jacket and squeeze them.

“Why don’t you?”

You can’t look at him when you ask. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year, Taehyung still intimidates the hell out of you sometimes. The darkness of his eyes when he gets horny sends you reeling. You’re sure if you look up, you’ll see The Look. He stares at you unabashedly with an expression of desire so strong you feel like he might consume you just by looking at you.

#wyb #fic spoiler #happy birthday tae!#wip snippet

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* Loey Lane YT Comment Starters *

Because I love scaring the heck out of myself at midnight, and enjoy viewing creepy content in general ... below are some of the more light-hearted comments from various Loey Lane youtube videos !

As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Any muses/plots/timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Supernatural / death mentions, swearing, drug use, slight innuendo.

“ I'm sorry but the guy in the abandoned camp just going "uh oh" at a dark figure is the most relatable thing I've seen. “ “ Hope someone does this for me when I’m a ghost ! “ “ I despised it so I wanted you to see it too. “ “ Ghost really said, ‘ excuse you sir, I’m shitting ! ‘ “ “ She's so brave, I could NEVER go outside in the night to check out some creepy sounds. “ “ The amount of people who don't know that foxes and deer scream is astounding. “ “ Dude, the fact that her reactions are immediate ‘ nope ‘ -- makes me chuckle every time. “ “ Safe to say anything that sounds like an old man growling - is probably safe to say is not Casper ... It could be an extremely homophobic ghostie though. “ “ ‘ 27 Paranormal TikToks you should NOT watch at night...’ me, alone in my apartment at 11pm, clicking so fast I knock my water bottle over. “ “ This is 100% a Malevolent Spirit. “ “ She is so calm with all of this ... like, damn, I would have burned the whole house down ! “ “ Just so you know those ‘ man groans ‘ are angry bobcat noises … which is honestly even more concerning. What could be making it angry !? “ “ The ghost was just like ' wtf is this thing you left me ? ', sniffs phone, ' should I touch it ? ' ? “ “ Hey, the Appalachian mountains are actually incredibly fun ! Sure there's old spirits and other ancient energies but there's also interesting plants, animals, and fungi ! Great to explore ! “ “ Christopher, ( the teenage ghost ), was surprisingly woke. Like, for a teenage boy ghost that died in the late 90s - early 2000s ? He’s kind of an icon ... “ “ Oh my god, if I had a Christopher I'd ask him if he'd wanna smoke a bowl with me ! “ “ ️It’s a part of Lumberjack mythology !!! “ “ Yeah, the Appalachian mountains have something in them. I don't go down past a certain point to the woods at night. I've heard screaming and a whole host of disturbing noises. “ “ That painting of the little girl is terrifying as all hell. I couldn't even look at her face, I have chills. “ “ There's a way for you to make a body decompose faster or slower to fabricate the time of death. “ “ Laughter is actually a pretty common fear/anxiety response. “ “ That ‘ shadow person ‘ looked like a dude in a dark blue hoodie with his back to the window. Also, it was VERY clean for an abandoned house in the middle of the woods ... “ “ Shadow standing in the window like: ‘ Hi, welcome to Chili’s ! ‘ ... “ “ That shower ? - NOPE ! “ “ I'm so tired of people assuming spooky shite instead of learning about domestic history. “ “ I would never go in that last basement ... unless one of my cats was down there crying for help ! “ “ I didn’t even think of ' come closer ' ... I thought it sounded like a tuba, as if the entity was hanging around while secretly playing the tuba. “ “ Sheer fact she found a ouija board in the room says enough. “ “ Well, to me it sounds like the entity could be saying ‘ testing ! ‘ but, maybe thats just me ? “ “ Ma'am, are you aware that your basement is an entrance into Jurassic Park ? “ “ Not me watching this high asf and acting like you can hear me going, ‘ period, yasss, of courseeee, girl, MY WIG FLEW OFF ! ‘ “ “ The title kills me, just two very serious sounding mysteries, and then: Kanye West. “ “ The homestuck of ARGs ... Right. “ “ Lake City Quiet Pills will prob remain a mystery forever, so I would definitely stop talking about it. Just saying ... If THEY spent that much to eliminate someone, they WOULD NOT have a problem doing it again. “ “ Congratulations on your bras! You deserve all the things ! “ “ I was spacing out a bit eating dinner, but you said homestuck and I zoned right the fuck in. “ “ I absolutely love how non-chalant the lady in the last TikTok is. She just comes in her living room and sees four dark entities and is like "I'm gonna go to bed." And I respect that. “ “ As someone who works with children and has blown their fair share of bubbles, two things really stand out to me ... “ “ If that was actually people sitting there - ( from what I know ) - living people don't have reflective eyes like animals. “ “ This balloon MOVED OUT OF THE WAY SO THEY COULD PASS. “ “ Rich history of bloodshed is not always conducive to being left alone if you can see things that others don’t. “ “ The child talking to the vent, the child afraid of the other mother in her closet and that last video would have me setting my house on fire. “ “ Not to be super dismissive of the child ... but, the child is describing Coraline. “ “ WAIT !!! Let me get my lettuce !!! -- Ok, got it ! We can start ! “ “ It just worries me how quick people jump to supernatural conclusions when it has to do with their children, because there could just be something going wrong with them. “ “ Long story short, I'm a little uncertain on the science, but if that's true, it means that the figures in the camera weren’t human. “ “ I would drop dead on site if I saw that 3 times in a row with them staring back at me. “ “ Pro Tip: 1.The farther the noise, the closer it is, 2. never whistle at night ( it attracts them ), 3. never say their name - ( traditional or local name ). “ “ That ‘ help me, somebody ! ‘ one is the biggest NOPE ever. “ “ I've heard many stories of spirits trying to lure people into the water to drown them. “ “ Demons scare women mostly. " “ ‘ Sir, with love & light ... you kind of look like chris pratt. ‘ ... I DIED ! “ “ If those girls are faking it, their mother should definitely get them in the acting. “ “ The ghost is watching this with us like, ‘ There’s not a chance we’re doing that. I don’t care what you say, I am a grown-ass adult, and so are you ‘ ! “ “ Ghosts do be crab dancing tho ... " “ Picture it: ‘ Terrifying tiktoks you should NEVER watch alone ‘ then, me alone: * presses play * “ “ The thing I don’t get about the kid in the basement is how they managed to get a kid to stand, in the dark, in a terrifying basement ! “ “ Looking back, I'm sure I looked really creepy. “ “ ‘ I think she's just .... vibing ? Ma'am this is a Walgreens ! ‘ ... I lost it. “ “ OMG love that you named your ghost ! We just named ours ' demon ' ( ikr we're so creative ) but he doesn't really do much, just the casual stuff like watching us, throwing things ( which doesn't happen very often ), peeking into our rooms at night, walking down the hallways, giving me chills, y'know just casual ghostie stuff ! “ “ That stick bug was a um … naked person walking on all fours. “ “ The only thing that keeps me from falling asleep, ( or, falling back asleep actually ), are my own horrifying nightmares. “ “ Your laugh at the Arby’s™ receipt ... LMFAO. “ “ I just want to know WHAT those little girls saw !!!! Their terror was pure and real. “ “ ‘ This is what my ghost does to me ! ‘ ... as if she owns the ghost. “ " That was really freaky ... I wanna watch it again. " “ You can find haunted dolls in the woods when you actually go to said woods. Take an internet break, and go see what you find. It’s really easy ! “ “ Me with any small child entity ever present in the same area as me: * Does not immediately book it and just sits calmly down waiting to see if they'll calm down because I have way too high of a parental instinct * ... My family: GIRL STOP, STOP IT YOU NEED SOME HELP THAT IS A DAMN DEAD CHILD - !!! “ “ ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE THING THAT CRAWLED TOWRDS THE MAN AS HE WAS RUNNING TOWARDS THE CHILD ????? “ “ Saw a ghost at my nan’s house once, told it to fuck off, and you know what ? HAven’t seen it since. “ “ I was given a doll that a woman was going to bury in her back yard, she never explained why. I've had her a year now. “ “ DUDE, my grandparents have that EXACT statue that the guy found in the woods. It's not originally painted, it’s just bare stone so whoever owned it hand painted it for whatever reason. “ “ The person in the bedroom looks like is using a mask and just breakdancing on the floor, lol ! “ “ Dude, the emergency sound in that video towards the end ? It hit all of my nope buttons ! “ “ Guess demons are trying to bring me to their dimension ... “ “ Hey boy, It’s us, ... your demons ! “ “ I would totally leave that little girl outside ... why she outside in the first place ?! “

#rp meme #sentence starters #youtube sentence starters

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