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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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YO! can i request bestfriend stuff with freddy ilhsm he makes me giggle 😼

The origins of your friendship with the cynical and sarcastic Freddy freeman was rather a straightforward one. He was being bullied by the Blyers brothers one day and you just so happened to be there before they had the chance to decide whether or not to shove him in the bin, by yanking the hoodie over the eyes of one brother and whilst he was disoriented; you shove him into his brother, causing them to fall over themselves as you were quick to grab Freddy’s crutch, handing it back to him whist hastily holding his hand, as you both rushed to get out of there before the bothers could figure out what had gone on and seek revenge.

The rest, as they say, was history…however it wasn’t. It was merely the beginning of a new chapter.

‘Billy is so going to kill us.’

‘He’ll only kill us if he catches us in the act,’ Freddy retorted, handing you a marker pen as he uncapped his, ‘other then that it’s just pure speculation with no condemning evidence that we were the ones committing the crime.’

‘Oh yeah just like the time we stole his clothes whilst he was showering, only to have him chase us throughout the house afterwards when he found out it was us? You need to lay off the true crime binging Freddy, it’s only going to rot your brain.’ You replied, uncapping your pen as you made your way to Billy’s bedside, crouching down so that you were lined up with his face that was soon to be vandalised by yours and Freddy’s crude drawings.

‘Hey! He was easier on you then he was me and besides, you may say that now but when we do find our selves in those situations one day then you, y/n l/n, are going to thank me for being prepared in advance.’ You shot him a look as he shrugged his shoulders at you, ‘I’m just saying, don’t knock it till you try it.’ He defended as he made his way to your side, perching himself on the edge of Billy’s bed, his crutch leaning against the bed frame at foot of his bed for easy access should his best friend and brother awake unpleasantly. You sighed, not wanting to get into another tangent with your dear friend and instead looked over at him expectedly.

‘Well what’s the inspiration we’re basing our masterpiece off of today teach? Natalia Goncharova? Vincent Van Gogh? Andy Warhol?’ You asked rhetorically, making Freddy scoff as he reached to lightly shove your shoulder but played along none the less. ‘Today class, we’re basing our piece off of the topic of ‘what happens when you get one of my priceless, ultra rare, one of a kind comic books soiled by spilling soda all over it.’ The boy never once took his eyes off of his slumbering brother when he spoke those words, almost as though he were stabbing poor Billy with a thousand tiny daggers.

Oh yeah, you thought to yourself, that’s why Freddy asked me to help him get back at Billy. You kinda almost…sort of forgot about all that with how impassioned Freddy was in getting even with Billy. You had to agree with your best friend on this one though, you don’t fuck with a man and his rare and hard to come by comic collection. ‘You ready to do this?’ You asked Freddy as he only smirked at you in response, holding up his marker. ‘Born ready baby.’

You and Freddy spent most of the night drawing on Billy’s face that ranged from dicks of verifying sizes across his forehead, to drawing a cat nose and whiskers across the one of his cheeks and tip of his nose, to then finish off by playing a game of tic tac toe on his other cheek when he shifted in his sleep. So when Billy woke up the next day to a chorus of snickers, mainly from you and Freddy, he was quick to piece two and two together and rushed to the bathroom to look at himself in the bathroom mirror to see the ‘masterpiece’ you both left on his face from the night before.

‘Y/n! Freddy!’

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #Shazam imagines #Shazam imagine #Shazam x reader #Shazam x you #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfic #freddy freeman imagines #freddy freeman imagine #freddy freeman x reader #freddy freeman x you #freddy freeman fic #freddy freeman fanfic

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esamastation · 1 year

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"It's a what?"

"A Sephiroth clone."

"No, I mean - what? It's - what a fuck?"

Cloud stares at the… thing. Egg. It looks like an egg, a translucent green egg with silver trimming, sitting on a pedestal like some sort of priceless artwork. He thought that was what it was, some sort of statement. Fetus in egg, held on a pedestal. He thought the thing inside it was a doll.

"It's alive?" Cloud asks faintly, bending down to peer inside. Then he puts a hand on his sword handle and fires up the Master Materia in its core, washing the egg over with a pulse Sense magic.

Vincent folds his arms and says nothing. He doesn't need to - the Sense answers Cloud loud and clear. The thing - the baby in a glass egg was, indeed, alive.

"It's -" Cloud begins faintly and then doesn't know how to continue. Because that's a baby in a glass egg. And it's not a - normal looking baby. Or. Complete? No, its - fuck he knows about babies. "It's tiny."

"It's a twenty eight week old fetus," Vincent says and steps around the egg. "Premature."

Cloud makes a noise of vague understanding and objection. "What," he starts, clears his throat, and then pulls his wits about him. "Shinra, I assume? Hojo?"

"Mm-hmm," Vincent agrees. "One of his secret laboratories."

As explanations go it's not very informative, but it's informative enough. Hojo, making another Sephiroth clone. Same old, same old. Except. "Hojo died over twenty eight weeks ago."

Vincent hums. "The process of sealing the fetus in the artificial womb halted its development," he says and takes out his phone. "Here."

Cloud accepts the phone and reads through the gruesomely practical report about what happened to the kid.

Hojo used a surrogate mother to carry the baby. About six months into the pregnancy the woman got into an accident - slipped on stairs, hit her head and went into a coma. It didn't look like she'd make it, so Hojo had the baby removed and put into the egg - and about a week later, president Shinra the Elder died and then the company had bigger things to worry about. Hojo never went back to the kid, leaving it in an automated system to finish developing or to expire, whichever came first.

Only, the kid did neither. Now, almost ten months after having been put in the egg, it's still the same, an twenty-eight week old fetus.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Cloud says, wishing he had something better to say. His brain has kinda stalled though and he can't get over the Sephiroth fetus in a egg.

"Its mother is still alive," Vincent says and takes the phone back. "She's in Junon, in the long term ward. Brain dead, on life support."

"Okay," Cloud says again and drags his hand over his face. "Why are you telling me this? What am I supposed to do about it? Why not go to Reeve or, fuck, Rufus?"

Vincent hesitates and then puts the phone away. "There's something… off about it."

"You don't say," Cloud scoffs. "It's an apparently immortal fetus in an egg!"

"Beyond that," Vincent says and gives him a look. "Do you sense it?"

"Sense what?"

Vincent doesn't answer, just watches him. Cloud gives him a look right back and then, with a tsk, turns back to the green egg. It's the fetus swimming in mako? Eurgh.

He's so utterly creeped out by all of this that he doesn't figure out what Vincent means, not at first. He's already on goosebumps and shivering at the mention and memory of Hojo's fucking experiments, so he misses it at first.

Then he sees something. A shimmer, a tendril, barely visible, squirming around the kid like a tentacle. It's there but not there. It's -

"He's… connected to the Lifestream?" Cloud asks slowly, trying to wrap his head around what he's seeing.

"Directly linked," Vincent agrees grimly. "By an umbilical cord."

It takes actual effort not to go what the fuck again. "The hell does that mean?" Cloud demands.

"I don't know," Vincent says slowly, giving him another look, like he's supposed to fucking understand. "But either way, I am not comfortable with any remnant of Shinra learning about this new development, are you?"

Not exactly what asked but it's what came out. Sephiroth BB in a egg, let's go.

(also these will be unbetaed and written on phone, typos are highly likely and probably inevitable)

#FF7xDS #I need to come up with tags for this thing hmm

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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years

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I've been seeing some very emotional videos of dads holding their newborn for the first time. So I would love to see how the slashers would react to holding their S/O's newborn baby for the first time as a new dad. That would make me cry <:')

Oooo! I found this so cute! Sorry I didn't get to it till today, I was running errands yesterday lol

It includes- Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire & The Sinclair Brothers

Warnings- Fem! Reader, Crying cute Fluff

My baby

Thomas Hewitt!-

He was handed the baby and he nearly died of just everything

He found the baby so cute, he was so happy, He had tears in his eyes while rocking the baby

He will hold the baby right to his heart, he will never let the baby go. (Its so cute<3)

Brahms Heelshire!-

A baby? my baby? Brahms will be so shocked and so in awe

already starts cuddling and playing with the baby some once he gets to hold it

He is so sweet<3 The baby will be covered in love from Brahms, and Brahms's Smile would be priceless<3 <3 <3

Bo Sinclair!-

He had a hidden teary eye, he was in love<3

his baby? Oh it's going to be spoiled rotten with all the love

He does that little nose kisses thing and makes his fingers walk on the baby's face<3

Vincent Sinclair!-

He is smiling and crying under the mask<3

Vincent Will keep the baby right on his heart, cradling back and forth with little bounces

Vinny would play with the baby's little hands

Lester Sinclair!-

Teary eyes 100% he is just in Awe

He would definitely start calling the baby little nicknames "Awee. My little worm<3" Is the most used

He would play with the baby's face<3

END NOTE!- I Loved writing this lol, Thank you for the request! Requests are open I just won't get to them till Wednesday and some of the posts I got yesterday may be delayed to tomorrow due to me staying a few days at a family place for my Sisters b-day! That's all have a lovely day!

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taelonsamada · 1 year

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Tid-Bit Tuesday

It’s been a hot minute since I posted any wips!! Figured now was a good time to do so, since I’ve been consumed with a new oneshot idea, and for a boy I’ve pretty much never written! Poor Vincent, he gets so little love from me, considering he’s the gateway that led me to redacted in the first place 😅

I’ve been missing my grandpa pretty hard the last couple weeks, so this is my way of working through that lol my grandpa lost his leg from just below the knee, and while he handled it with grace and great humour (Ooh, the way he’d scare the grandkids with it… love that fucking man LOL) there were still days that were hard on him, and I’d get to see how my grandma would help him through it. It was always really sweet, being able to see the bond between the two of them as she helped him.

So this is kind of like a tribute or me paying my respects to the love between my grandparents that I got to see growing up, I guess 😅 it should be up later today, so long as I don’t get trapped in editing hell or distracted by woodslife stuff lol

Tagging @romirola @zozo-01 @ejunkiet & @darlincollins because they’ve all tagged me recently in their wonderful wips and I need to catch up! XD ♥️ also tagging @dominimoonbeam @lovelylonerliterature @glassbearclock @dollscircus and @sollucets cause I’m nosy and wanna see what you’re working on LOL

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It would pass. It always did. He’d been enduring phantom pain like this for the last two decades, he knew what was going to happen. He just had to be patient, ride it out.

William would know. It didn’t matter how long he gave himself to recover, to settle and recoup before heading out to be with the rest of the clan. William knew when it was a bad day. Something he could see or smell, something so minute that Vincent couldn’t disguise it. The bond between progeny and Maker, perhaps. He’d know, and it would break his heart.

Vincent wished, yet again, that he could take back all those words he’d said in the first few years towards his maker.

He knew that William still blamed himself for not being able to save his leg, still carried guilt for Vincent having to mourn the loss of a limb on top of all the other pain and grief that came with adapting to life as a vampire. A guilt that Vincent had absolutely played on in his early days, hurling curses and accusations that he now felt awful about.

For all his power and strength, even William wouldn’t have been able to save his leg, not after the damage the crash had done. Vincent’s outrage over the loss had merely been another way of exorcising his grief for the life that had been taken from him.

He’d grown to accept this change alongside all the others in his new existence, and on the good days it was something he almost embraced and celebrated. Treating it as a badge of honour, a testament to what he’d survived. As well as using it as a way to fuck with the new members of the clan whenever they joined.

The faces they’d make when the Solaire Prince collapsed in front of them and screamed as his leg, to quote Alexis, ‘flopped about below the knee like a badly gutted fish’, were priceless.

#my writing #writing excerpt #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfiction #redacted vincent

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amplifyme · 7 months

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@tygertygerfoggybright I'm going to do some more cherry-picking and answer your latest ask here.

First of all, I love that your sister is a Father stan. And your running commentary with her, that you've transcribed for me, is priceless! 😁

More below the cut.

It's safe to say that her preferring Paracelsus over Gabriel is a majority opinion in the fandom. But I agree with your take a few weeks back that Paracelsus was more Father's nemesis rather than Vincent's, and was simply using V as a tool against him. But she's right about Gabriel being "a little man." And as soon as V was face to face with him, he knew it too.

I'm not insulted at all that she's not a V girlie. For some, he's an acquired taste, for others, they never get the appeal. That just leaves more for the rest of us to enjoy.

Vincent and Diana and baby Jacob were the PERFECT ENDING. She watched it twice herself. Jacob gives, and I quote, “PURPOSE TO [Vincent’s]LIFE”-- she loves those types of characters, or any kind of family or platonic relationship/bond. :DDDD

Your sister is right. Jacob does give V a purpose to carry on. And the show was certainly laying the ground work for Diana to also become that for him.

I'm pretty sure we all started out as Cathy defenders - I certainly did. I didn't begin to question her choices and their impact on V's peace of mind until maybe a third of the way through S2. And that came as a result of many rewatches of certain episodes, when there was a little tickle in the back of my head telling me that all was not well and I needed to dig deeper.

Brb, we’re fighting over Paraclesus vs. Gabriel. Be right back.

She conceded (volunteered) that Gabriel was “an interesting arc, though.” “Gave a lot of plot drama.”

You two are cracking me up!

She made me die laughing suggesting he was Simba and John Pater was Uncle Scar (and though it’s not TECHNICALLY canon….)

🤣🤣🤣 Now I'm wondering if the folks at Disney did a bit of pilfering when working on The Lion King! This is perfect! 🤣🤣🤣

“Kick Joe” refers to every time someone came to him with info and tore it away or how he’s generally treated by everyone else around him, including life and us the audience.

Aw, poor Joe. He does get the short end of the stick a lot.

“I don’t think Vincent really has a raspy voice,” she interjects randomly, “I think he just sounds like what a lion would sound like.” I guess that’s a bad thing. “I LIKE HOW HE FLICKED HIS EYES,” she interjects again. I’ve been listening to her eye-flicking praise comments for days now. (“I’ve only said it three times,” she adds.)

Gotta agree with her on all of this. Perlman based the raspiness of the voice he used on his belief that Vincent's "normal" voice would always sound like it was on the edge of a growl, and that's why he was so soft-spoken most of the time. Just another way to set the people around at ease. But you could certainly hear it when he was angry. There's a set of videos from a con back in the day that features a Q & A with Perlman, Roy Dotrice, and Jay Acovone that's just delightful. All three of these guys are a blast to listen to and watch. Let me know if you're interested and I'll send you a link. Oh, and yes, V was an expert at the eye flick!

She’s curious if you’ve ever met the actors and what meeting them was like (she enjoyed reading-- on her own, mind-- about your talk with Roy); and if there were any fandom Winterfest stories you could relate?

I was lucky enough to meet Perlman at the same con as I met Roy, but the encounter only lasted a minute or two. He was meeting up with some of the actors at the con and just happened to spot Roy at the table with Nan and myself and stopped by for a minute. Lovely, lovely man. And big. Both physically and personality-wise. In exchange for mine and Nan's promise to not tell anyone that we'd seen him (his con appearance that night was unannounced and a surprise to everyone but the cast and con organizers) I got a hug in return. Still makes me grin like an idiot thinking about it, and it takes a lot to frazzle me. I also had a chance to meet and speak to Jay, David Greenlee (a precious cinnamon roll), Eddie Albert Jr. (sooo handsome in person, a real delight), David Swartz (a coordinating producer on the show - funny guy) and a few of the recurring, unnamed tunnel dwellers.

Every con that took place over the years always started with a Friday evening banquet, and was considered our Winterfest. Once everyone was seated, the lights were turned off and the Winterfest recitation began. Of course each table was decorated with candles enough for everyone seated, and eventually all the candles were lit and our celebration would begin by candlelight and with the room lights dimmed. I'll never forgot the goosebumps I got when Roy stood at the head of the cast table and began, "The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world, too, has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness."

Once the yearly cons ended, Winterfest began to take place online.

Notes: Buster remembered being abandoned as a baby-- would baby Jacob remember being suffocated by Gabriel? And what trauma would that bring (or what trauma did Vincent and the bond prevent?)

No, I don't think Jacob would remember that. I have to believe that V only remembered his abandonment because of what he is. Not only because of whatever species or hybrid of human being he is, but because of his enormous empathic abilities, which I believe Jacob shares, but not to the extent of his father's. And I don't know that their bond would've prevented any trauma, but it would certainly have been dampened the moment Vincent lifted him from the cradle and held him.

Okay, enough for now. I have a fic to work on. Tell your sister I enjoyed "meeting" her! 😊

#beauty and the beast 1987 #all seasons #discussion #the tyger and her sister

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ashthedrawer · 4 months

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•OC FIC•

Characters: Felix (he/him), Hiraya (she/her), January (he/him), Maddox (he/him), Alzena (she/her), Nyssa (she/her), Astley (he/they), Rory (they/she), Kuali’i (he/him), Wilder (he/him), Ensio (he/him), Ilona (she/her), Akali (he/him), Della (she/her), Winola (she/her), Vincent (he/him), Howard (he/him), Haven (she/they), Una (he/they), Reese (they/them), Shehani (she/her), Paisley (she/they/he)

Credits also to @jiphenn as the characters in purple are hers 😋😋

Before Felix knew it, over two months had flown by in Paradise.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, he was genuinely happy again. He had slowly fell into the routine of day-to-day life, and by now it was almost easy to forget about Chumps Jr., or the concert. Everything in his life had finally settled down. He really understood now why this was called “Paradise” in the first place.

Training with the Top Five was incredible. It was probably the highlight of his day, meeting up with Hiraya as the two of them fought and sparred with each other, refining their physical abilities. He had even learned a new skill: “Portal Mutilation”, as the two of them had named it. (Although he wasn’t very good at it yet and almost passed out every time he tried to use it.) He even felt like his and Hiraya’s friendship might actually become something more, as the two of them grew closer and closer. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Akali’s face when he finally took her out on a date. He was sure it’d be priceless.

His fights in the arena had been improving too. For about a month or so, he had been quickly rising in rank, defeating each opponent that crossed his path with ease. It felt good to be finally good at something again - and it felt even better to see the large cash prizes that he was getting off each fight.

Paradise had almost started to feel like home. He wrote to Reagan every day, and sometimes he could almost pretend that she was here with him. The Board Game Club had even started to have frequent meetings at the Mansion, laughing and playing board games as they sat in January’s impossibly large room. It was everything he could have ever wanted. Paradise really seemed like it would be the place that he could spend the rest of his life, perfectly happy and content, surrounded by his best friends.

Today, however, was a special day in Paradise. Today, May twentieth, was the day that the people called “The Day of New Waves”. Everyone was in a bustling mood, all preparing for the huge party that was supposed to be happening at the Lim Residency later.

Felix couldn’t wait. He got ready excitedly, pulling on the most lavish suit he owned, making sure his makeup looked perfect, and styling his hair into a fancy up-do.

By the time he had finished with everything, it was already time to start heading down to the Mansion.

“Hi Felix!” As he started his walk to the Lim Residency, in high spirits, like usual, he heard someone call out his name.

It was Hiraya, looking drop-dead gorgeous in her party attire (though he couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t looked stunningly beautiful). He smiled and waved to her. “Hi!”

“Excited?” She asked, coming to walk right beside him. Felix wondered if this day could get any better.

“Mhm!” He grinned. “You?”

“Mhm,” She hummed, pulling at the sleeve of her dress.

“You look nice.”

She smiled. “Thanks. You do too.”

The two of them continued to walk, eventually reaching the huge ebony-black gates of the Mansion. Felix let Hiraya walk in first, the two of them trailing down the expansive halls and entering the ballroom, where they were greeted by hundreds of happy people talking and laughing with each other. The party was already in full-swing.

“Felix!” January called him, sidling up next to the two of them, dressed in what must’ve been the most expensive suit to exist.

“Hi Hiraya!”

“Hi January!”

“You look nice.”

“You do too.” She gave him a grin.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet with the rest of the Top Five, see you guys around!” She smiled before disappearing into the crowd.

January turned to Felix with a knowing smirk. “Woah, did you two come here together?”

“Yeah.” Felix grinned back.

“Maybe you can ask her on a date soon!”

January led him over towards the rest of the Board Game Club. “I’m back with Felix!”

“Hey, y’know what this whole ‘Day of New Waves’ thing is about?” Rory asked, turning to him.

“I’m not too sure, but it is my dad’s birthday today.”

“Guess we’ll figure out sooner or later.” She shrugged.

“Oh look, there’s Astley!”

It was hard to miss him with his tall figure weaving through the crowd, his bright raspberry-pink streak of hair making him stand out even more. He emerged from the wave of people, Nyssa popping up from behind him. “You guys look nice!” January said, taking in Astley’s nice formal suit and Nyssa’s dress.

He looked around. “Have any of you guys seen Akali?”

“He might be with his family.” Alzena said as everyone shook their heads.

“Oh well, he’ll meet up with us eventually!”

The next few hours passed by quickly, the ten of them contentedly chatting and walking around, meeting with all the guests.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed down and a spotlight was shined on the balcony. Vincent stood in the middle of it, the rest of the unit leaders in a row behind him. “Good evening everyone. I’m glad that you could all join us for this very special day.” He smiled and everyone clapped. “Today on the Day of New Waves we celebrate the birth of my dear friend Howard Restall.” The crowd erupted into a chorus of boos, which made Vincent’s smile grow. “But today, we also celebrate the day that will become his anniversary with death.”

“Soon I will be off to kill Howard Restall.” Vincent grinned and the whole crowd listened in anticipation, hanging onto his every word. “But I cannot do it alone. As a society we rely on each other, and tonight I rely on all of you here. As you may know, Howard Restall has many highly guarded warehouses. Once I kill him tonight, they will send out all those vaccines without a second thought.”

“Get rid of the vaccines, the warehouses, the guards! I want to see ALL OF THEM go down in flames tonight!” His grin widened and everyone cheered loudly. Felix smiled; this day could get better. He couldn’t believe his ears. It was finally going to be over. Howard Restall would soon be gone. He was getting everything he ever wished for.

“But this is just the beginning, our waves will crash and consume all of society. We will make the whole world OUR DIOLE-ONLY SOCIETY. OUR PARADISE.” The cheers from the crowd grew even louder and became more erratic. Felix could feel people pushing and shoving, yelling in excitement. “For fifty-four years they’ve divided us and forced us to hide. But tonight, we reform their puny society into something GREATER!”

Felix stopped cheering.

“Guys what the fuck is going on?” Alzena hissed to the rest of them. Felix turned to January in horror, thinking that if anyone could’ve known about Vincent’s plan it would’ve been his cousin. January didn’t even acknowledge him, his eyes locked onto Vincent with a look of shock.

“LET’S KILL ALL HUMANS! THEY WANT TO SEPARATE US? SO BE IT. THEY’LL BE THE ONES TO DISAPPEAR.” The crowd went crazy, yelling and shouting and pushing at each other. Vincent grinned even wider than before, his purple eyes twinkling with this crazed light that Felix remembered very clearly from the Winter Concert. He looked exactly like Gunther.

“He’s fucking crazy.” He whispered under his breath, his smile gone.

“Haven will dispatch you at different places in exactly two hours, when the clock strikes seven.” Vincent continued, and Haven stepped forward from her spot in the back, looking around and waving. “Once the warehouses are taken down, they will open a door and bring you all back to Paradise.”

“Everyone, enjoy the rest of your time here! This is the last day Paradise will ever be this small.”

“One more thing to add.” Haven grabbed the mic from Vincent. “If you don’t plan to co-operate with tonight’s plan, you better start running now.” She smiled and it sent a chill down Felix’s back.

“Thank you everyone and enjoy your night.” The spotlight turned off and the lights switched back to normal, the crowd bursting into applause.

“We have to get out of here.” Maddox mumbled as soon as Haven and Vincent disappeared from view, making his way through the crowd and leading the rest of the Board Game Club away from the party, which was now two times as loud and rowdy.

“We gotta find Akali.” Felix said, glancing around wildly for the familiar head of dark blue hair.

“You find him, we’ll wait in the hall.” Alzena told him, still following behind Maddox.

Felix turned and pushed through the crowd, trying to make his way through the swarm of bodies, as he instantly realized, just like his first time here, that it was very hard to find anyone in a crowd of people this large. It was even harder with how wild Vincent’s speech had made everyone. And even worse - his portals had stopped working. Again. Not at a worse time.

But he wouldn’t leave someone behind. Not again. Determined, he pushed past the happily chattering people, ignoring the weird looks they were giving him and searching desperately for his best friend.

“Felix!”

Felix whipped around, seeing Akali hurriedly weaving through the crowd towards him, Ensio, Ilona and Della right behind him.

“We have to get outta here. Right now.” Felix whispered.

“Where are the others?” Akali looked around.

“In the hall, waiting for us.” He replied, leading Akali and his family out into the hall as fast as he could.

“Let’s follow that crowd.” Maddox said as they met up with the rest of the group, pointing towards other people that were rushing out the door.

“Where ya guys going?” A familiar voice popped up beside them. Una. He ran ahead of them with a grin. “You gonna leave too?”

“Are you leaving?” Felix retorted defensively. He wasn’t sure who he could trust, if Haven was going to send out the Top Five to deal with the unwilling citizens. One thing he knew for certain is that Una could easily pulverize the whole Board Game Club with ease. He prayed that they weren’t crazy like Mr. Lim.

“Yup, I just gotta wait for my buddies before I go.” Una said, seeming not so stressed about the whole ‘kill all humans’ thing. He was somehow his usual chipper self, smiling at them without any worries.

“You know how to get out of here?”

“You gotta run to the edge of Paradise, but I don’t exactly know the way there.” Una said. “Reese knows the way though!”

“Aren’t they with Mr. Lim?”

“Nope, they took off as soon as he finished his little speech. I’m sure they’ll be here any minute now!” They stopped at the doorway.

The next couple minutes felt like hours as they waited for Reese to show up. The doors swung open and shut as more and more people left in a hurry, the sounds of the citizens enjoying the party still loud in the background.

Felix looked to January again, realizing that he had been unusually quiet since Vincent’s big announcement. He stood there silently, staring out into the void. His eyes weren’t shining like they normally did. He didn’t seem to notice Felix staring, or Maddox anxiously glancing around for Reese. He didn’t seem to notice anyone. His posture was slightly slouched over, his expression completely unreadable. It was like he wasn’t even really there.

With a pang, Felix realized exactly when he had seen that look last. Chumps Jr.

“Una!” A voice caught his attention, and he looked up, momentarily forgetting to worry about January. It was Reese, followed by Shehani. “Are you ready to go?”

“Mhm, these guys are all coming with!”

“Okay, then let’s go.” Reese ran out the door and everyone followed.

Well, mostly everyone.

Maddox tugged on January’s arm. “Hey, c’mon, we have to go.”

January blinked, like he was just seeing Maddox. He pushed his hand away, taking a step back. “Do you think he’s right?” It came out just below a whisper.

Felix stopped, hesitating at the doorway. “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since coming to Paradise our lives have been so much better… do we really want to go back?” January took another step back, even further away from the door.

“Didn’t you hear him? He’s going to kill all humans. He’s just trying to replace your dad.”

“Those humans KILLED AVIL.” He snapped.

It went dead silent.

“Are you listening to yourself?!” Felix shot back, staring at January incredulously. “You want to wipe out thousands upon thousands of innocents just because some of them are murderers?”

“Shut up Felix. Like you weren’t first cheering at the news.” January’s voice hardened, his eyes narrowing. It was a look Felix hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Yeah, maybe when he said we were taking down warehouses. Not every single human to exist.”

“January please, let’s just go, you don’t know what you’re saying.” Maddox kept stepping closer to January, reaching out for him with a look of complete desperation.

“I don’t want to live in a society where they kill my friends on the daily. I don’t want to live the rest of my life hiding in fear.” January’s words became more venomous and his aura flickered, growing more dangerous than before.

“What about Adelio? Wasn’t he your friend?” Felix narrowed his eyes right back at January, clenching his fists, uncontrollable anger bubbling up to the surface. “You’re acting like an idiot. You really think wiping out every human is going to fix things?”

“If you want to call me an idiot then go ahead and leave already.” He looked at them, his pupils shrinking as he took larger and larger steps back.

“I’m-“ He took a deep breath, pausing to calm his shaking voice. “I’m staying here.”

Felix stared at him speechlessly. He couldn’t believe that January was saying this. January, who had been by his side from the very beginning. January, who had promised Felix from the start that he’d protect him. January, who couldn’t be seen without a smile on his face. January, who saw the good in everyone, even Felix when he did nothing but scream and throw insults. January, who was kind. January, who was his friend. No, not just that, but January, who was one of the only people Felix had left.

“January, we’re your friends. We care about you, just please, come with us. We can talk once we get out of here!” Maddox pleaded, grabbing onto January’s hand desperately, his eyes wide and shiny. But it didn’t shake him.

“If you’re really my friends then you’ll respect my decision.” January paused, his multicoloured eyes flickering dangerously, scanning between each of them, before he turned his back and slowly started to walk away. Felix felt frozen in time, standing there watching him. It was as if everything was playing in slow motion.

“Well, gotta go follow my leader.” Rory began to walk towards him. “It was nice while it lasted, guys. Get out of here safely.” She turned around slightly, giving them a bittersweet smile before waving and following January. Kuali’i didn’t even spare the rest of them a glance as he left, right behind them.

The atmosphere around them suddenly started to get hotter, the sound of flames crackling to life disturbing the silence. “YOU FUCKING BITCHES!” Wilder stepped forward, pushing in between Maddox and Felix and screaming after the three of them. His fingers twitched, and small but violent eruptions of flames emerged from his palms, white hot. “AVIL DIED TRYING TO PROTECT EVERYONE THAT DAY, NOT JUST US. DON’T USE HER AS AN EXCUSE FOR YOUR ACTIONS.” His face was contorted with fury, eyes bright with pure rage, as the flames started to multiply, forming at his feet, growing in height. For a second Felix could see the Wilder he knew five months ago, not the sullen and quiet boy that had replaced him.

“AVIL PROTECTED THEM AND WHAT’D THEY DO? THEY KILLED HER. SHE SAVED THEM AND GOT A BULLET TO THE HEAD AS A REWARD.” January yelled back, whipping around. “THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US. GUNTHER WAS RIGHT. THEY ONLY SEE US AS MONSTERS.” Despite the way he was screaming, louder and more aggressive than Felix had ever heard before, January looked just as confused and hurt as the rest of them.

“SHE DIED TRYING TO SAVE YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF A LEADER!” Wilder screamed.

“WELL I’M NOT YOUR LEADER ANYMORE.” January ripped his bracelet off his wrist and whipped it at the ground in front of them. The string snapped, and the pale blue beads spilled everywhere, sliding across the floor. Felix watched as January’s specially made charm - the ace - shattered into a million pieces.

The hall went absolutely silent. The flames around Wilder started to grow even hotter, blazing up around his body, flickering angrily.

“Guys we need to go. Now.” Akali said, grabbing Wilder’s wrist.

January turned around again. And this time, he didn’t look back.

Una led them outside, looking around and trying to remember the path that Reese and Shehani went, considering they were long gone now. He followed along the path of blood spots on the ground, quickly turning to glance back at them. “Be careful guys, as soon as we leave the estate is when the monsters come out!” He warned them. “So all of you be sure this is what you want. There’s no coming back.”

Maddox looked back at the mansion longingly, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be by January’s side, but he didn’t turn back.

As soon as they left through the Mansion’s gates, the same eerie feeling that fell along Paradise at night surrounded them. “Look, there they are!” Una pointed towards the distance.

It was hard to make out exactly what they were looking at. The creatures in the distance were large and disfigured, with these horrifyingly wide, pitch-black eyes that watched Felix’s every move. They walked very slowly towards them, never once looking away.

“Be careful, they can run too!” As soon as Una said that the monsters started sprinting, faster than should’ve been possible with their massive and bulky size. Una started running faster, him and Nyssa easily outpacing everyone.

Felix tried to open up a portal, but it still wouldn’t work. “Shit.” He mumbled under his breath, starting to pick up speed and sprinting as fast as his legs would allow.

“CoMe hErE!” The monsters screamed in a distorted, high-pitched tone, running even faster. They extended a misshapen arm, swiping at the slowest of their group.

Winola.

They snatched her up before any of them could react, their long twisted fingers closing around her body, trapping her.

Una’s body made a crackling noise as a clone splintered away, running at the monster. It leapt into the air, kicking the monster’s hand and sending Winola flying out. Winola fell on the ground roughly, rolling through the dirt with a grunt as her ankle twisted in an odd angle.

More clones separated from Una, running to deal with the monsters. One scooped up Winola, who was trailing behind even more than before with her injured ankle. The rest all started to fight, slowing the monsters down bit by bit.

They sprinted for another thirty minutes.

“Shehani!” Una perked up, spotting his two buddies up ahead. When Shehani saw him she let out a little sigh of relief. “You saw the trail?”

“Mhm!” Una smiled.

Una and Shehani continued to take out more of the monsters as the group kept running, Reese leading them in the front. The more that they ran, the more dead bodies they could see scattered around, surrounded by pools of dark blood. Some were missing limbs, others contorted in ways so horrific that Felix couldn’t make himself look. He focused in on running, not allowing his mind to drift any further. They just had to get out of here. That’s all that mattered now.

He just had to get out of here.

“Oh look, someone over there isn’t dead! Let’s go get them!” Una said, pointing to a person in the distance. Felix looked over, and for a second, time stopped.

Paisley.

They stood in front of a pile of monsters, their back turned to him, but it was definitely her. His hair wasn’t the purple that it had been the last time he had seen them, instead a gentle blue, but Felix would’ve recognized her anywhere.

“PAISLEY!” He screamed, loud enough that it could have been heard back at the Mansion. He shoved past Akali and Una, forgetting about January, about Rory, about the monsters that were swarming them. Forgetting about what they were fleeing from. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at that moment, all except that she was okay. That she was alive.

He tackled her in a hug from behind, grinning from ear to ear.

Paisley didn’t turn to face him. They stood there for a second before elbowing him harshly. “Get off of me.”

Felix’s smile started to fade. “Huh?”

“You have someplace to be. Hurry up and go.” They turned around to look at him for the first time in five months, but when they stared down at Felix, it wasn’t their familiar look of gentle kindness that he had come to expect. Instead, he stared at him like he was nothing but a bug. Nothing but an annoyance.

“Paisley?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” He started walking away.

This was all wrong. This was all wrong.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Paisley was supposed to hug him back; she was supposed to turn to him with a soft smile, eyes gentle and kind. And then Felix would apologize a million times over. He’d tell her everything, starting from all the way back in September, starting from his very day at school. And Paisley was going to cup his face, her hands rough against his cheeks, and give him this look that meant “it’s okay”.

And he would knew it would be. Because it was Paisley, and as long as he had her and Reagan then everything would end up fine.

Everything was going to be fine.

“Paisley, wait!” He grabbed his arm, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t be mad. I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry I lied, I promise I’ll explain everything as soon as we get out of here.”

“I told you to get off!” Paisley snarled. He punched Felix, sending him to the ground.

Felix looked up at her in shock. “Paisley please, I just wanna go home. Please don’t go.” His voice cracked.

“I’m no longer a part of your home, so don’t make it sound like I’m going there with you.” Her dark eyes swirled, the gray contrasting against the black. Her gaze made him feel so incredibly small. No one had ever looked at him like he was such a disappointment, like he was so… insignificant. But especially not Paisley. He was sure this had to be an imposter. This couldn’t actually be her standing in front of him, because Paisley would never say that. Paisley would never look at him like that.

It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t be her.

“You are! You are.” Felix shakily got to his feet again, looking at her desperately and reaching out with trembling hands. “I’m so sorry. I’ll fix things, I promise. I was just trying to protect you.”

They slapped him, their jewelry raking across his face. His mouth was filled with a metallic taste, which was oh so familiar, but never from Paisley. He reached up to touch his burning cheek, looking at them with wide eyes. “You’re nothing but a burden.” They spat. “You always have been and always will be.”

She punched him in the face again, just as hard, if not harder, than the first time. But the calmness in her voice stayed unwavering. “You’re always making sorry excuses and promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks, hot and salty. His chin wouldn’t stop trembling. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I can- I can control my powers now. Just let me fix things.” His voice didn’t sound right. It was whiny and shaking, as much as he tried to force it not to be. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in his throat, trying to look up at Paisley, trying to make her see that he was sorry. He was so, so, sorry.

They grabbed Felix by a clump of his hair, pulling him up to his feet again so that his face was only inches away from theirs. “There’s nothing to fix, we aren’t family anymore.” He said in a low voice, staring at him with a hollow gaze. His eyes burned with a pure hatred that shouldn’t have been there - not on Paisley - as she punched him to the ground again.

Felix choked out a broken sob. “Please, I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have left.”

She kicked Felix on the ground, the heel of her boot connecting with his stomach harshly, making him cough and gag. “I don’t know why your sister wasted her life for someone as pathetic as you.”

“I’m sorry, please, don’t go. I’m so, so sorry.” Felix stared at her pleadingly. She had been the only person he could think about for over two months. The one person that he had searched endlessly to see. He would’ve given anything to know that she was okay, to have her at his side again. He would have given anything. He couldn’t even recall the amount of times he’d asked Haven about her, just begging to hear about them. And now here they were, standing before him, alive.

And all they could do is stare at him like he was the last person they would ever want to see. Like he was the root of all their problems.

Like he wasn’t their son.

“I don’t know why I stuck around all those years. I wish I never signed those papers.” She said coldly. She gave him another well-placed kick, this time in the face, and his nose started to gush blood, his face stinging all over in pain.

“I love you.” Felix sobbed harder. “Please forgive me. We can just go home. I just want to go home. I want to go home.”

“There’s no home for us to go to together.” Paisley kicked him more violently than before, no longer holding back. Little bursts of pain shot up his body for every time her foot came back down, but he couldn’t make himself move. He couldn’t make himself do anything other than stare at her, silently begging for her to please, understand. Begging for her to just take him home. Just take me home.

“There is, there is. Please don’t say that.” He begged. “Please.”

Paisley delivered one final kick, a million times rougher than the past ones, before squatting down and yanking Felix’s hair, forcing him to look in her eyes. “We’re no longer family. You’re nothing but a stranger to me.” They shoved his head into the ground, hard enough to make his ears ring. Felix sobbed harder, wretching and coughing as she forced him down.

Slowly, she stood back up, keeping their harsh gaze on Felix’s curled up and shaking body for a second longer. He could feel their eyes sweeping over him, filled with nothing but loathing and disgust. She turned her back to him, stepping over his sprawled out limbs, and began to walk away. She didn’t respond to his cries, to his begging, to his pleading apologies, simply leaving him to sob on the ground. Alone.

And this time, they didn’t look back.

Someone leaned down next to him, rubbing small circles on his back. Felix sobbed harder, not daring to look in their direction, all while knowing exactly who it was. “Let’s get back to the others.” Una said, picking him up with ease. His voice was uncharacteristically soft and almost awkward.

Una took him to the others, quickly catching up to them almost effortlessly. Felix buried his face into their shoulder, sobbing broken-heartedly. He could feel Akali’s gaze, looking between him and the Una clone, probably wondering what the hell had happened in the ten minutes that they had been gone. Felix didn’t look up. Couldn’t stand to look up. He pressed himself as closely to Una as he could, like maybe if he made himself small enough, he could disappear. Maybe he could make it all just disappear.

The group continued to run for what seemed like forever. They weaved through the streets, speeding past the once-lively parks and shops, which now were now unfamiliar to everyone, empty and dark, littered by bloody corpses. They passed by the Entertainment hall, the Arena, passed by rows and rows of hotels. But finally, Reese stopped.

“We’re here.”

It was a seemingly normal area, no different from the rest of Paradise. The buildings, the ground, the nature, the sky - none of it gave any indication that this was the way out. Reese ran their hand along the side of the building, feeling along the bricks and thinking for a second, before looking towards the rest of the group. Their eyes landed on Felix, still curled up crying in Una’s arms.

Slowly, they walked towards him, reaching out and softly touching his shoulder. “Hey, Felix, I need you to do us a little favour.” Their voice was calm and soothing, unlike its usual monotone pitch. Felix looked up, his crying dying down, just slightly. “I don’t know exactly how to rip out of this dimension, but I do know your portals will work here.”

Hesitantly, he got to his feet again. “I don’t know where to go.” He said, voice barely above a whisper as he tried to blink back the tears that stubbornly kept falling.

“You can open a portal anywhere, right?” Reese stared him directly in the eyes, their gray ones stormy and dark.

“Bring us to Haru.”

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lancecharleson · 2 years

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So about the Vincent Van Gogh Sunflower Painting stunt...

I don’t know if any of you, still caught up in the outrage over the actions of two particular climate activists, worried to death that the sunflower painting is ruined beyond repair, are ready to hear this piping hot take, but...

TL;DR: Vincent would absolutely be in favor of this kind of behavior if it meant more people would care about the environment than his work.

For the longer version of this take, it is important to note that the painting itself was not damaged, as it was protected by a layer of glass. These two women are not idiots. If they knew it didn’t have a protective layer, they wouldn’t have risked their reputations in the first place.

You’re right to be angry about a centuries old painting being potentially ruined, I understand that completely. The problem I have though isn’t so much the upset about a priceless artifact being “destroyed”, instead it’s this intensely dehumanising narrative being spun both by the media and those on social sites like here and twitter, I’m seeing more and more of, that these two are an example of how environmental activists are counter-productive to the greater struggle of saving the planet from the fossil fuel industry. That they are an example that not only do they help nothing, but that they also don’t deserve to be listened to. In fact, they don’t deserve to be seen as people. They don’t matter.

I implore you not to buy into this classic scapegoating of activism.

I’ve already seen words being levied at the activists themselves like “wokies” and “teenagers with stupid colourful/edgy haircuts” and other stereotypical insults that have been historically used by Anti-SJWs types. For fucksake, I even saw art on twitter earlier depicting the activists as incoherent monkeys! This also an indictment of how normalised climate denial/ignorance has become. All of that focus on surface level bullshit, and not on the words they said, which tbh only further proves their point.

“Is art worth more than life? More than food? More than justice?“

They are challenging you to direct that anger, not at them, but at the fossil fuel industry that continues to be an existential threat to our planet. Because that tossing of soup at a priceless artifact, represents accurately what the oil companies will do to your world, if it means they’ll get that serotonin fix they get from watching line go up. The two women have, through this stunt, ended up giving a new meaning to the classical piece of art they “defaced.”

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Now what would Vincent Van Gogh think of this “defacing” if he was alive and well today?

Would he care more about his work being ruined by some “meddling kids” trying to bring attention to a high priority crisis facing us?

Is he the type of man who cares more about fame than the world he once lived in and took inspiration from?

If any of you know intimately who Vincent was, and what he stood for in life, you would know the answer is a resounding...

No.

Vincent would 10,000% be behind these girls every step of the way, because he cares more about the environment than he does about his art. One only needs to read this quote to know that he does not give one iota of a fuck about fame or the material worth of his own.

“It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.”

He has always been a lover of natural world at heart. He did not want fame or fortune, (he would’ve gone deeper into a depressive state if he knew he was made famous right after his passing), he wanted everyone to pay close attention to the environment around us, and look after it well.

He is not a petty asshole who would’ve sided with the media narrative that has spent the past 40 years painting climate activism as an ill defined boogey man, while denying the impact of fossil fuel extraction since the 80s.

This is what Vincent Van Gogh would’ve wanted. I’m not asking you to stop being angry.

I’m asking you to sit with your anger for a few minutes, maybe more, breath slowly, then do a bit of further research, before making kneejerk condemnations.

Thank you for reading and enjoy your weekend.

#Vincent Van Gogh #Sunflower #Painting #Artwork #Important #Long Post

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subtle-edge-of-rot · 2 years

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No because giving Vincent head would be a passtime. Make him all hot and bothered and then openly worship him like he worships you.

You tell him he's your favorite snacc and then go down on him to show just how willing you are earn your treat at any given time.

When you're getting him up you make long strokes from bottom to top and pay special attention to the way he looks at you so fondly. You give him little kisses up his shaft to his tip when you're ready to put him in your mouth and even then before you do you say thank you. It's like you're being treated to a meal--or your favorite snack in this case, so you let him know audibly how happy you are to recieve. You run your hand along his happy trail since he knows you like it so much, brushing your thumb back and forth on his stomach while you move your head.

Seeing his cute flushed face is priceless and when he pushes your hair back to looks down at you, you make eye contact with a sweet little look. Your lips are all the way down to the base and when he touches your cheek its your turn to get a little bashful. You know just how to give it to him, eager to see how good you can make him feel. Eager for praise. And when he does finally cum you can happily swallow and even give his tip a lil kiss. You have half a mind to thank him a second time and when you do you get to see another cute reaction from him.

-💙

Bruh and what a pass time it is. It would always be a delight to service him. He lets you take your time to worship him at your own pace, praising you and stroking your cheeks and your hair and slowly rolling his hips. He’s happy to just enjoy the moment and take all you’re willing to give.

And after you thank him for your favorite treat he’ll return the favor—it’s a necessity for him. He isn’t a selfish lover. He makes sure you finish at least twice every time, and after you go down on him it’s no exception.

He’d pepper kisses and little bites to the insides of your thighs, teasing you slightly before giving you what you want. He’s romantic about it, and very thorough, using his fingers and his tongue to send you into sweet weightless oblivion.

#payton’s asks #vincent sinclair #💙anon #blue my beloved

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richardsphere · 2 months

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Leverage Log: The Van Gogh Job

Well i read the name of the episode and my dutch bones cringe in advance at the butchering of Vincents' name that i just know is imminent. (yes i know that the soft G does not occur in American English, or regular English. Doesnt mean that hearing Ven-Go doesnt hurt my soul)

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So guy has a Van Gogh painting Hidden somewhere (Spoiler: Its probably in the Wurlitzer) Team Leverage tries to find it. Bit weird that this episode starts with him sending Hardison and Parker ahead. (in that he's sending them to be a combination bodyguard and trust-getters, those are Hitter and Grifter roles.)

That would work with my theory re:Nate getting his affairs in order. But im also getting my first direct evidence against it. Nate explicitly telling Elliot not to learn about technology "that will never happen". Because, if he were wanting to get the 3 to cover eachother properly... He'd want Elliot to learn Hacker stuff.

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Elliot shows up pretending to be a gas inspector, only to run into a Mold Inspector... Honestly i dont know if the "someone else is using an inspector guise" thing is as funny as the idea of Elliot literally running into an actual health inspector would be.

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Oh a Parker and Hardison self-insert imagination sequence? Delightfull.

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Oh Elliot, just the thin moment of hope on his face that maybe, somehow this paper scroll in the ladies hands is gonna be the actual Van Gogh they are looking for. Lovely little moment. Its apreciated.

--- Sherrif Nate! --- Even in a WWII flashback, Elliot cant stop de-ammunitioning guns. --- Look im gonna say it, yes the segregation era star-crossed romance is effective. Its also not something i havent seen before. And I also think im too much of a mayo-man to say I can analyse it in a meaningfull degree, so im gonna just say its a nice story and good enough to disctract me from the name-butchering and move on to the obvious.

Its obviously in the Wurlitzer, they'll donate the thing, tell the news the art was in the Wurlitzer which means that now the Rollerrink has historic significance as "the place where the priceless Van Gogh Self-portrait was recovered after it was lost in the war", Rink gets monument status and is thus legally protected and the Van Gogh ends in a museum.

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Oh our Client is betraying us... What a shock. (no legitmately, he's enough of a Little Grey Man type that i actually forgot he existed. Good play on the writers casting someone so forgettable... and once more that's a legitimate compliment to the actor, its just hard to make it sound like one.)

Elliot's little "clink" and smile when he's finished unconcious-ing the goons is delightfull. Like this is a guy who thinks "if only every object i bludgeon with made music". Thats the face of a guy who is about to buy one of those rain-tubes for percussive purposes.

lovely little moment of Nate humanising the episodes traitor-client with the "thats why you loved it" bit. He's pitifull, not evil.

Bedside denouement, romantic yadayada about Dorothy's Loyalties.

And of course the final lesson "dont waste time". (im gonna be honest, its a bit "magical black guy" to have the guys entire purpose in the story be to tell the white character to get her act together romantically... But then again I'm too eggshell-skinned to really comment in depth myself, but it feels unfair not to at least mention that we've got a black character whose only narrative purpose is literally to espouse wisdom on the white character. But also the story needs a wrap up, every story about historic wrongdoings needs a "dont let your generation repeat histories mistakes"-message and having the lesson be given to emotionally struggling Parker makes more narrative sense then giving it to Hardison, the guy who's got a pretty good deal on his own feelings...)

In final summary, lovely episode. Too historically and racially charged for someone as cloud-coloured as myself to really say much more about without getting torn apart for "stealing minority voices" so im Shutting Up Now.

#leverage #leverage season 4 #Tha Van Gogh Job

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zootplayz · 7 months

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Successful Children

Welcome back!

As you can see our latest addition has grown up. But before we get to the babies I think we should check in with our founder.

For once she isn't pregnant and she was actually able to do things besides eat and sleep.

She spent most of her time with the dogs and working on herself. Because who knows how long this non pregnant phase will last.

Her birthday also came around.

For those who may be wondering I have aging on for pregnant women. I mean Natalie would be practically immortal if I didn't. Our main Pancake got herself a makeover for her more mature years.

She seems to approve.

After one last moment of solitude with Peanut,

it's time we got to know our newest addition, Lisa. Lisa is a charmer just like her older sister Bridget and the faces these Pancakes make are priceless.

Her favorite things are the teddy,

and the dollhouse.

She is just an overall sweet kid. Vincent's turn.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love insane sims? As I previously stated Vincent is a rambunctious scamp so we sent him to the local jungle gym.

Where he neglected to level motor skill and leveled social instead, making a bunch of new friends. I guess he won't be finishing his aspiration in record time like Theresa. From now on it's the monkey bars for you, buddy!

You also need to start helping out with walking the dogs.

This mod makes me so happy. Bridget's turn!

Little Bridge received the unfortunate slob trait and is as active as her older brother Vinny.

I seem to have forgotten to take a picture but it's Theresa's turn.

She's so cute but sadly her personality leaves plenty to be desired.

She became a loner chief of mischief, which isn't too bad but coupled with mean she's a menace! I almost feel bad saying it but I can't wait to kick her out. She's become rather aggressive and is getting on my nerves I mean she can be loving and supportive.

But if I don't micromanage her she'll be yelling at the dogs and teasing her siblings indiscriminately. *shakes head* Part 06 Part 08 Read the full article

#disneyprincess #disneyprincesslegacy #gen01 #gen1 #legacy #natalie #sims4 #sims4legacy #snowwhite #thesims #thesims4

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slasherstories123 · 2 years

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Hello again! Could you do how the Sinclair brothers plus Brahms would react to a bee stealing a noodle from their S/O's plate? Like in that one video lol. I think their reactions would be hilarious. I love your writing ❤

The Sinclair brothers and Brahms seeing a bee steal a noodle from their s/o plate

Parring: The Sinclair brothers (separate) and Brahms heelshire x GN! Reader

A/N: oh I know EXACTLY which video you’re talking about! I found it funny! And cute at the same time, hope you like it!

Tagslist: @brxwrvth @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @early20sfailingplenty @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @dootys @mehidktbh

Bo Sinclair🔧

You and Bo were both eating cup noodles outside, just enjoying the nice weather outside.

Bo was listening to you telling him a funny story, when he didn’t hear you speak anymore,he looked up to see you sitting really still. Seeing a bee flying right next to you

“Y/N what are you doing?”

“I heard that if you don’t move then the bee will go away.”

He shook his head, looking at the bee. Instead of the bee landing on your body, it landed on your fork, trying to take the strand of noodle you had on your fork. “That was my noodle ya know!”

The bee then flew away with the noodle, leaving Bo there in shock. You then looked at Bo, trying to hold back your laughter.

“Did that..”

You then burst out laughing, seeing the look on his face was priceless. “Did that bee just take a noodle?” It takes a lot for Bo to be surprised at something, and this was it.

A bee taking a noodle makes Bo Sinclair shocked, it was worth seeing too! “How does a bee steal a noodle?” Bo’s question did cross your mind, how is that possible?

But hey look on the bright side at least you didn’t get stung, and you got to see Bo’s priceless face!

It’s a win win!

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

You and Vincent liked to eat in the basement most of the time, you always joined him down in the basement if he was too busy to come upstairs.

Being the nice person you were you always made sure he was okay, including giving him snacks here and there and plates of dinner and or lunches you’ve made.

This time you made spaghetti for the two men, while you both were eating you decided to admire some of the art work he has done.

You didn’t even realize that Vincent was trying to get your attention, “Yes Vinny?” He then pointed at his ear, telling you to listen. You heard buzzing sounds, almost like a bee?

You turned your head, trying to figure out where it’s coming from, you then felt little legs crawl on your hand, Vincent pointed at your hand. A bee landed on your hand, where’d it come from? And how was it still alive?

If Bo sees an insect or a bee bee the first one to kill it without hesitation. This bee is a lucky one!

“Hello little bee!” You exclaimed happily.

The bee then landed in the corner of your plate, stealing the end of the noodle. Vincent tilted his head as the bee flew away with the noodle. “Hey, my noodle! You noodle thief!” You laughed, shaking your head slightly at the bee.

If Vincent could laugh, he could, he was confused but at the same time he found it oddly cute.

Great, now he wants to draw you with the bee in your hand. Not that he’s complaining m, he likes drawing you anyway!

He’s gonna have to hide it too, he’ll be embarrassed if you find it😟

Lester Sinclair 🛻

Both of you decided to go in the backyard since it was a nice sunny day, both eating ramen noodles that you made while watching Jonsey play with one of her toys,

A bee flew on the palm of your hand.

“Hey Lester look!” You exclaimed, gently moving your hand so he could see. He looked at you with a questionable look in his eyes, he then smiled when he saw the bee on your hand.

“Woah cool a bee landed on your hand!”

You put the bowl in your lap, giving the bee your full attention, the bee looked fluffy up close, it looked cute!

Before you could touch it, the bee flew into your bowl.

It took the last strand of noodle you had in your bowl, you then could hear Lester laughing.

“Ya know if you wanted the noodle you could’ve just asked! Noodle thief!”

“That bee stole a noodle! That’s hilarious!”

Unlike Bo, Lester likes insects and animals so he would be surprised to see a bee actually take something, but he was too caught up in his laughter to really think about it.

Jonsey didn’t pay attention to neither of you, she just focused on her toy, nearly ripping it appear with her teeth and nails. Tail wagging happily.

You eventually began to laugh along with the man next to you, you’re only laughing because you find his laugh funny.

And when Lester laughs, you laugh… that’s just how it goes 😭

Brahms Heelshire📚

Since the mansion is kinda old, there’s little cracks here and there so it’s easy access for many insects.

Brahms will kill them only for a kiss as a reward since you’re to scared to do it, especially ones that fly.

Sometimes you and Brahms will scream and run away from flying insects, (I don’t blame you cause I’d do the same thing😭)

You introduced Brahms to ramen noodles, seems like he likes it a LOT,

So you made it frequently when lunch time came around, both of you were sitting by each other by the table, talking about a book that you both got through reading from last night

Brahms has good hearing, so he was the first one to hear buzzing sounds.

“I hear some insect flying around,”

Sighing to yourself, you put your bowl of noodles down on the table. Listening to where the buzzing sounds are coming from.

The sounds got closer and closer, you then saw the bee fly to the table. “Oh it’s just a bee.” The bee flies onto the table right by Brahms

Surprisingly, he didn’t scream nor run, he’s never seen a bee up close before. “Bee looks fuzzy.”

The bee then flew to the noodle you had on your fork, taking the noodle off of it.

“Hey! That’s my noodle!” You laughed. Shooing the bee away.

Brahms tiled his head at the bee, he doesn’t know what bees actually does besides collect pollen from flowers.

“Bees steal noodles?” He asked. You shook his head at the question, laughing at what just happened. “No, bees don’t steal noodles.” All you could do was laugh at Brahms’s confused expression.

He then laughed with you, laughter filling the old, empty mansion.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hello! Finally! I caught up to you! Can I please request Vincent Phantomhive and Akashi Seijuro with a chubby darling? Please? Waaahhhh~~~ I’m really waiting to caught up!!!!!

Chubby supremacy❣️ Could someone also quickly explain to me why this request is all of a sudden anonymous? I never activated this before and I was able to see who sent me this request at first. I'm confused...Is this some sort of glitch?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, controlling Yandere, blackmailing, threatening

Chubby darling

Vincent Phanomhive

🌓Vincent finds his darling to be quite lovely, for their character and their appearance. I don't see him as someone who would really mind whether his darling has a slim or chubby body as long as they're healthy and happy with him. So he will not tolerate if someone were to talk shady over his beloved little darling about it. He will not lash out on someone, but he has a cold and fake smile on his face, a look in his eyes that only gives away for a split second that he views the person talking, whether noble or not, in this very moment as someone very low. He has power and is cunning so if someone were to constantly hit a nerve of yours with such comments, he will let them atone for their sins without letting them know who the real devil behind their suffering is.

🌓Insecurities of yours will be calmed down by him if he were to notice that you seem to often get awkward and sad when comparing yourself to people around you, all having a thin body. In a way he does use your possible insecurities against you to isolate you a bit so you end up depending on him more. In this situation however it will be also important to him to guarantee that his s/o learns to not look down on themselves without pushing them too much against their own will. Vincent also loves picking up pretty clothes for his darling and let them wear it, sometimes he treats them like a treasured doll.

Seijūrō Akashi

🏆Honestly believe he'd be much more attracted to the personality than a body type, though he finds it to be a very adorable addition. Similar to Vincent Phantomhive, I do see Akashi as someone who can treat his s/o every once in a while like his own personal doll. He does it with lots of controlling love and adoration and when in a good mood, he just likes pampering his darling with the money he has. Has a fearsome reputation so no one would probably dare to call his darling out in a wrong way for their chubbiness when he or someone from his team is near, not if they want to turn Akashi's discontent towards them. Because let me tell you, this man is not forgiving. Jealous fangirls might be the most common cases.

🏆Won't really make any sort of comments about this either as long as his darling's health is not affected because there is a difference between being chubby and overweighted. Might be the tiniest bit confused and angry if he were to see how you doubt his determination in being with you if he has a lot more admirers. Seijūrō chose his darling for a reason and if he were to compare them to all other of his admirers, he'd still find without a doubt his darling the most attractive and alluring. So he works on boosting their confidence as well alongside with him taking his isolating advantages of this from time to time as well. But it would be priceless for him to know that his s/o can carry themselves proudly among people with all their perfect imperfections.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere vincent #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere kuroko no basket #yandere kuroko no basuke #yandere knb #yandere akashi #yandere seijūrō akashi

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klirk-hammurton · 2 years

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Imagine exploring a Haunted House with your favorite band(s) and member(s)

Requested by @kissmaidens-blog

Paul Stanley

Will do it if you really want to. Packs extra flashlights and batteries

Stays right next to you the entire time. Doesn't like the idea of splitting up to explore

VERY protective. He's such a good boyfriend 💜

Is extremely over confident on the outside but is low key scared

Puffs his chest out to show he isn't scared. You see he's faking it but go with it anyway

Threatens any assholes in there that might jump out. Would definitely kick their ass without hesitation.

Nobody messes with Paulie's girl, especially ghosts or spirits

Probably wears a cross necklace under his shirt just to be safe

Pulls you against his chest at any weird sounds. He smells nice. His cologne is to die for.

Will hold onto your hand like it's his lifeline

Gene Simmons

He may be known as The Demon, but he does NOT do ghosts or haunts

You have to physically drag him to the haunted house.

He turns to be hard headed and wants to prove a point after you mention how he chickened out on The Queen Mary. The man likes to keep his pride in tact.

Will probably throw his flashlight at his own shadow thinking it's a ghost or spirit

Cardio check anyone? The man will run if a ghost appears. Ghosts are a no go

You almost feel bad for dragging him into this, but his determination to prove you wrong is priceless

Is horrible at faking bravery

Definitely carries a crucifix in his pocket. Is not afraid to use it.

Has a bag of nothing but batteries and flashlights. Flashlights for DAYS.

Keeps his arm wrapped around your waist. It's because he's scared but he plays it off that he wants to protect you. Who's protecting who exactly at this point?

Ace Frehley

Would definitely talk shit to any spirits in the house

Brings salt, holy water, crucifix and snacks.

Gets a little nervous but puts on a brave face for you

Would fall in love with the bats that call the inside of the roof home

Trips going up the stairs because he's clumsy. Blames it on the ghost.

Would want to check out the cemetery in the back of the house

"I ain't afraid of no ghosts!" Gets freaked out by the curtains blowing from a breeze

Holds your hand the entire time and takes the lead the whole way. Probably gets lost for a moment and plays it off like nothing happened

Basement is a no go though

Is a nervous giggly mess the whole time. His laugh is priceless.

Peter Criss

Plans ahead and brings batteries, flashlights, first aid kits, etc.

Brings you a pair of rosary beads to wear around your neck. It matches his pair. What a hopeless romantic

Threatens to kick anyone's ass that tries to play any dumb tricks

Will definitely throw hands for you

Keeps his arm wrapped around your waist in case he has to pull you out of any sort of danger

Acts like he's a tough guy because he is a tough guy

If he finds a stray animal, he's bringing it home. Yes, that includes a possum

Is always in fight mode for fight or flight response. The man is tense and wants to protect what's his

"I won't let anything happen to you". And he means it. He watches you like a hawk

Low key enjoys the adrenaline rush

Vinnie Vincent

Thinks you're joking at first at wanting to explore this old haunted house. Thinks you're crazy. But you're his crazy.

Walks into the cobwebs and turns into a ninja on the spot with swatting it off

Agrees to split up. Comes looking for you 5 minutes later

"I'm not scared. I'm just worried about you" he's scared....but he's precious. He wants to impress you

Nervous laughter all the time

Will definitely throw his flashlight at anything that moves.

Is horrible at putting on a brave face

Definitely not going near no damn graveyard

Would probably trip running down the stairs if something chases after both of you. He let's you go down first. Such a gentleman

Even though he was scared shitless, he would probably do it again

Eric Carr

Is stoked about exploring an old haunted house with you

Definitely thinks it's a fun date abd enjoys the thrill

Let's face it, this adorable bean will crack jokes at the ghosts and spirits because that's just a part of who he is

Is also very protective of you and will pull you close against his chest if you feel scared

Holds your hand the entire time so you don't get separated

Would probably try bargaining with the ghosts using snacks.

"We're just here to check out your house, no need to be alarmed. Did you just throw a picture frame at me? That was rude!" Definitely throws the picture frame back where it came from

Wants to explore the attic, basement and woods surrounding the house.

Gets lost in the cemetery. Finds you through a humorous game of 'Marco Polo'

He's like a puppy after any adventure. He definitely wants to do it again and starts goolging other haunted houses

Tommy Thayer

Isn't too hot on the idea but will definitely give it a try. Has a 'don't knock it til you try it' mentality

Does this lot of extensive research on the house beforehand so he can impress you with a bunch of factoids and history

Takes mental notes of possible escape routes

Stays close to you but let's you freely roam around. Keeps his eyes on you at all times

Brings flashlights but also brings old lanterns too to match the spooky atmosphere

Brings salt and holy water as suggested by the psychic he got advice from

"That's a really creepy ass doll over there. It better not move."

Keeps up a brave face the entire time. Uses the 'You better fucking not' glare at anything that seems sus

Would probably use a lot of "I've seen this in a horror movie once" scenarios to try to lighten the mood

Will definitely get cocky towards the poltergeist that tries throwing objects at you

Eric Singer

Is super excited about your new adventure together

Almost forgets to bring flashlights because he's so stoked

"It looked so much smaller in the picture". Is low key intimidated with how big the house is

HAS to poke the gargoyles on the stairs leading to the door because trapdoors are things in movies

Seriously.....he's convinced there has to be a trapdoor somewhere. He's a kid at heart

Will step in front of you like a guard dog when he sees a shadow figure. He may be short but he's feisty

Squeezes your hand if you get scared and comforts you. Will offer to leave if it's too much for you

Puffs out his chest to make himself more intimidating. High key wants to impress you too.

Picks a day when there's a full moon to explore the house. Would probably tell ghost stories

Probably has the worst luck at finding the weak boards in the floors

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themonotonysyndrome · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request 7 and 9 with Fred and bright? (19 and 22 but only if you're comfortable)

Frederick and Bright Eyes! God, I love these two characters. Thank you for asking about them, Anon! U da mVp, lol.

OK, so, since questions 19 and 22 are for romantic relationships, I'll go through them with Frederick and Bright Eyes romantically together. Whether it's friendships or as couples - these two are interesting together!

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

To the cinema for sure! Frederick and Bright Eyes would find a movie that they both can enjoy and that means romantic comedy movies!

Afterwards, these two would wander around the mall; either window shopping, spending some time at the arcade or trying out new restaurants.

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

For Frederick, it happens after he became a Vampire. See, he and Bright Eyes were roasting marshmallows in Sam's backyard while Sam, Vincent, Darling and Lovely are upstairs in Sam's study. They're discussing something boring, don't worry about it.

Anyway, back to Bright Eyes and Frederick!

Frederick lightly toasted his marshmallow before plucking it off the stick and throwing it into his mouth. Unfortunately, he miscalculated and it got stuck on one of his fangs. So naturally, he panics.

He didn't want to accidentally prick his fingers on his fangs so there's Fred, wide eyes and unhinging his mouth like a snake while Bright Eyes tried to get him to calm down.

The marshmallow fell into his throat when Frederick tipped his head back. Cue full-on screaming from Bright and Frederick red in the face from choking.

By the time, Sam and the rest rush to the backyard, Frederick manages to spit the offending candy out and Bright Eyes is rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

When Vincent ask what happened, Bright just asked,

"Can Vampires die from choking?"

So not only did he embarrass himself in front of Bright, he and Bright had no choice but to explain what happened.

For Bright Eyes, they have a habit of stealing Frederick's clothes and wearing them to sleep. His scent has become a source of comfort for them.

They have this giant, convoluted plan of when they can steal the clothes with Sam and Frederick none the wiser and what clothes to steal.

When they and Frederick completed their Newborn period and was in the process of getting an apartment together, Darling slowly starts to move into Sam's house. The Wolf Shifter would have their items (mostly clothes) around the place. Bright Eyes loves taking advantage of this. They would sleep in Frederick's sweater or hoodie and then throw his clothes underneath Darling's pile of laundry. So when Frederick ask if anyone has seen his hoodie, everyone would find it among Darling's clothing - hinting that they have been stealing it, much to Darling constant frustrated denial.

It was only when Frederick woke up in the middle of the afternoon and caught Bright Eyes wearing his sweater, taking it off before quietly snickering as they dump it in Darling's laundry basket.

When Frederick snaps a picture of Bright in mid-act, the look on their face is absolutely priceless.

19. Where do they go on their first date?

To the amusement park in a neighbouring city! It's a little morbid but both love the attraction and what better way to overcome their trauma by creating, new happy memories at an amusement park?

Bright Eyes ate the food around the area until even a Vampire body can't stomach it anymore while Frederick is busy snapping pictures to fill up their album.

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

The first night at their shared apartment. The future is still murky for these two but Frederick and Bright Eyes knew that no matter what happen, they would always remain together.

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #headcanons #bright eyes (listener)#frederick #solaire clan

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nottxbones · 2 years

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"No."

"I beg you pardon? What do you mean no? Years of preparation. This is your birthright! "

"All I have done!"

"And you tell me no."

"I know you getting along in age Trucculent but I doubt you are hard of hearing."

"I said no. No I will not take the Dark Mark from you or anyone else in this shitty gang."

The elder wizard struck the younger in the face. "Mind your tongue." Trcculent hissed.

Theodore wiped his cheek and sighed nonchalantly never taking his eyes off his father.

Trucculent backed away breathing heavily.

"Doesnt garner much of an effect anymore."

"It’s expected that the son suffers the sins of the father."

"Not this time, I wont bear witness or participate to your cruelty. I will not follow your lead."

"I was terrified of you, not anymore Trucculent. I see you for what you are. I always have."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" You are a Nott."

"And I have accepted that but here's the thing and I want you to fully understand this."

"I do not idolize you or care for you."

"I am not Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. Evan Rosier, Seth Avery Jr, "Osric Selwyn, Vincent Crabbe, Ornais Mulciber, Gregory Goyle nor I am Draco Malfoy."

"Stop it!"

I do not respect you, everything you are, everything that you stand for, I despise with my whole being."

"You inspire me to be nothing like you."

"I will not tolerate such behavior, I will not be mocked and humiliated in front of our Lord!

You have forgotten yourself Theodore, you will address me as your father."

Theodore wagged his finger and pointed.

"Correction your Lord."

"You are his servant."

Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. is your lord and master.

"Not mine, father."

The Trucculent face paled. Tom?! Tom Riddle is not the Dark Lord! Th- That boy couldn't even fathom - he worked as meager a clerk for Borgin and Burke's.

"It's fucking hilarious honestly. Cantankerus preached about blood purity, wrote a 300 page book about it." *Father I am truly tickled pink." Thedore feigned wiping a tear from his eye.

Riddle gives you all the same script, tells you that you must prune, weed out the blood-traitors and the filth. Half-bloods are tolerated to a certain extent but in the end stamp them out."

"Meanwhile you lot are on your hands and knees, vowing the upmost loyalty and servitude to a half-blood who was conceived through the Amortentia potion."

"It was his mother who was infatuated with a Muggle man. A witch who had the "purest" of blood.

Tom Riddle Jr. mother's name was Merope Gaunt."

"A Gaunt who was raised in a piss stained shack. Who was abused by her own kin. Rather than seek aid from wix she sought love from a Muggles."

"It's outrageously funny because you have been Tom's bitch for fifty-four fucking years!"

Theodore roared with laughter.

"The look on your face is absolutely priceless father."

"I will not hear anymore of this!"

“Voldemort and only Voldemort is the Dark Lord's name!"

“Oh come now, you can't be that stupid father?” Scoffed Theodore.

"Boy I'm warning you-

Thedore's eyes widened in amusement.

"My apologies father you are not stupid. You really didn't know?"

"I bet Ramiel Mulciber, Gervias Rosier, Udolf Lestrange, Seth Avery Sr. didn't know either."

“The joke's on you. On all of you and only Tom was in it.”

"He is a parasite. He’s been leeching off you all for decades! You all are none the wiser."

"That's not a mark of honor Trucculent, it's a brand. He's branded you all like bloody livestock."

"Tom owns you. You are only a means to an end."

"You all are nothing more than a pawns to him."

"No matter how powerful and influential. A pawn is still a pawn. "You taught me that Trucculent."

I will not hear anymore of this lies!

Do not be foolish like your mother and her parents!

"Or what?" You going to kill me like my mother?"

Turn to Herja Rowle for help?" Have her put me in subjugation barrier like she did her relatives."

"Oh I know all about that too. The deal you and my grand-aunt struck. You helped her kill my grandparents, her own sister and brother-in-law."

"You will leave me no choice Thedore!"

"You always have choice Trucculent."

"I suppose you are quite right. I choose to purge myself of such ties. You have betrayed me and the Nott name. A waste of pure blood."

"Well, it's about time you voiced your true feelings. They're mutual, I'm sick of being in the presence of pure shit."

Theodore leaned back in the chair and smiled.

Trucculent raised his wand casting Full Body-Bind Curse.

It was quickly repelled with a non- verbal Salvio hexia charm.

Theodore had also a casted a shield charm around himself.

"By the way there arent any reinforcements coming. I casted a few charms as we entered the room."

"Damn You!"

"Good-bye Trucculent." With that Theodore apparated away.

"I Forsake you boy! Traitorous cur! " Trucculent slammed his fist on the table. Seemingly trapt in his own palour room.

#theodore nott #truculent nott #second wizarding war #nott a death eater #refusal of the dark mark

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