#where they live a peaceful life and they go to dinners to light's parents

[ponury-grajek]

merry christmas to all the criminals from the yagamis

#death note #l lawiet #light yagami #lawlight #they're husbands #clownverse!AU #where they live a peaceful life and they go to dinners to light's parents #this is how DN ended fr

[mxiaogod]

— 05. [OCEANUS] BEIDOU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Slight exhibitionism, use of dildo, vaginal penetration, oral, NSFW (DNI IF YOU'RE UNDER 18+)

— You'd just finished a fancy dinner with your family, finally introducing your fiancée, Beidou, it'd been a long time coming, it wasn't an issue to your family that you're bound to marry a woman, in fact, they were proud of it, Beidou was well off and a very admirable woman, she's loaded all because of a dubious job, all though you didn't really bother, you were apprehensive for her safety.

You had to fly on Beidou's private jet since your home town was in another country far away from Tel Aviv, where you and Beidou had decided to settle down, you loved your life there, being spoilt with lavish things and a good fucking almost every night, you were only staying home and being a good little house wife for Beidou, she had given you an option if you wanted to work, saying you had the freedom to do so but it wasn't needed, Beidou has plenty for even your third child to spend their entire lives.

After dinner, you both went home to your family's villa, where nearly half of your blood line was present, the great daughter of your parents finally being married off to, they were ecstatic for you, Beidou was enjoying your family's company, your father even initiating a drinking session with her, inviting men from your family, gathering around in a circle with guitars playing and jamming to random songs. You were relieved that Beidou was content; it had been a long time since she had decided to let loose, and you had to coerce her into it, wanting her to take a break from her demanding job.

You had just finished a conversation with your mother and aunties, which ended with your mother crying because she was afraid to let go of her daughter, you gave her a laugh and hugged her, saying you were tired and heading up to your bedroom where you and your fiancée will be staying, you took a shower, changing into a maroon Victoria secret night gown, the lacy hem reaching just below your ass, and applying lotion all over your body and heading to bed, you were tired from all the social interaction that you drifted off easily.

You awoke with someone shaking your body, you groan as you open one eye, assessing Beidou's brown hair falling over your face as she gives you a shit eating grin, you place a hand to your chest, shocked by the sudden jump scare, "Oh my god, love, what are you doing? it's three in the morning," you said as you sat up, looking at the clock and rubbing your eyes.

Beidou was out of her blazer, only wearing her pants and her maroon lace bralette, she shifted onto the bed, folding her body and hugging your waist, you kept your squeal in, she looked so adorable and peaceful, you heard her say muffled words, "What was that?" She finally looks up at you, a drunk blush littered across her tanned cheeks, "I'm really hungry." She says as she returns to nuzzle her face to your stomach, you chuckle as you asked her to come with you downstairs so you can fix her food.

You went downstairs with Beidou, she sits idle on the kitchen counter while you fix her pasta, you felt warm hands wrap around your waist as Beidou nuzzles her face into your neck, you give her a peck on the cheek, "I'm not hungry anymore," she said, "What about this pasta then? Come on, I know you're hungry-"

"I am, but not for pasta," she said, quickly turning off the stove as she moved you to the counter, carrying your weight by your waist as she sat you on the cold kitchen island, you gasping at the sensation of coldness and Beidou's warm hands roaming your thighs, "I know something that's far more fucking delicious than pasta." She said, her eyes darkening as she nips at your neck, to your breasts that's covered with a light cotton fabric.

"Beidou not- not here please! someone could walk in anytime-ugh!" You moan, throwing your head back as you feel something hard grind against your core, is this woman serious? she had a strap on this whole time!

"Ah! feel s' good!" You moan silently, grinding harder on Beidou's strap, she smirks at your neck, holding your hips down to prevent you from going further, you give her a whine as she chuckles on your desperation, "What do you want? tell me." you turn your head away, shying away, you couldn't utter those words! especially if a family member might hear you, it'd be so embarrassing, you try to pry your hips away, longing for friction, Beidou's hand stayed put, keeping your hips in place, you stare up at the woman, knitting your eyebrows together and biting your lower lip, hoping the pleading action will suffice.

"That won't work pretty girl, I need you to say it." She exclaims, her chest rising and falling due to the thrill you were giving her.

"Please, love I need it so bad." You whisper quietly beside her ears, your hot breath ghosting the shell of her ears, she bites her lips, closing her eyes tightly to regain her composure.

"Need what huh? I give you everything my darling, what more exactly do you want?" She asked, a teasing glint in her eyes as the side of her lips rose into a sexy smirk.

"Fuck please, I need- need your cock inside me please-" You whine, whispering lightly beside her ears, giving a hot wet kiss on the shell of it, you feel her shivers as a triumphant grin settles in your lips. "Please fuck me hard." You whisper, giving her the last straw as she abruptly rips the thin string connecting your panties together, you gave her a look that says "That pair was expensive!", she gave you a light chuckle, "I'll buy you another pair, or two." She said, you unbutton her pants, sliding it down to her wide hips as your met with the plastic cock that's far way too big to fit in you, you release a sarcastic laugh.

"Funny joke Beidou, real funny," You said as you lift your body up with your arms to jump off the counter, not until Beidou interrupted you.

"Where do you think you're going? You're taking this." She said, carrying you by your underarm as she places you back on the counter, "Come on, love you know that won't fit! It'll hurt so much." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as a pout settles on your lips, you looked like you were in deep thought, Beidou laughs heartily, rubbing away the crease between your eyebrows with the pads of her thumb, "That's why my mouth is here, is it?" She says, that familiar shit eating grin on her stupid sexy face again.

You playfully smack her chest as she grabs your lips with hers, filling your mouth with her lingering tongue, exploring every nook of your mouth, you gasp into hers, the vibration disorienting her. She leaves a path of love bites down your neck, chest, and thighs. She nestles herself between your thighs, nibbling and sucking, you were looking forward to the marks tomorrow morning, your cheeks flushed as you drape your forearm over your eyes, puffing and heaving like a miserable slut.

You finally feel Beidou's hot tongue trailing down your slit, collecting the slick that had pooled in your needy pussy, you arch your back as you grab onto her hair, the gold clip holding her half up half down hairstyle falling into the tiles, making a loud clink sound, you clamp your hand to your mouth as you hear the thump of slippers, trailing towards where you two were, you try your hardest to pry Beidou off, she smiles into your pussy as she kept eating you out, your breath comes out staggered, as the feeling of thrill settles in your veins, you could feel you were close, you pushed Beidou's head away from your cunt, but she locks her arms around your thighs, pressing her face closer into your cunt.

You close your eyes shut, biting your lip till it drew blood. You hear the steps dissipating, sounding more and more distant until it's quiet once more, you release a heavy breath.

"Fuck-fuck you! you shouldn't have done that, stupid! someone couldn't have seen us!" You whisper shouted.

"But we didn't, did we not?" She smirks, letting out an annoying chuckle, you feel her slap the tip of her strap onto your clit, you jolt away from the sensitivity.

"Such a sensitive pussy, all mine hmm?" She asks, you nod eagerly as you pry your legs open, she chuckles at your pathetic attempt, legs shaking as you wait for her to push her cock into your needy cunt.

She teases your wet hole with the tip of her cock, pushing in but only a little bit, you bite your lips, closing your eyes as you held onto her shoulders, pushing your hips in, deep.

Beidou's eyes widened, as instinct, placing her palms to your mouth to muffle your strident moan, "Oh my fucking god, baby, what are you doing to me?" She mutters lowly, staring at where you two were connected. The strap bulging against your tummy, "Am I up to here?" She asks as she presses on it, you let out a mewl, urging her to go faster.

She places both her hands on either side of you, steadying herself, thrusting at a fast and even phase, you struggled to keep your tiny moans in as you hear Beidou grunt quietly, she keeps trusting in and out of you as you feel your orgasm invade your senses, mouth silently widening open, tears rolling down your cheeks, back arched as you attempt to catch your breath. She thrusts in even after you come, the strap reaching places you couldn't reach with your fingers, so deep like the ocean, oceanus.

She slows down, admiring your come on her strap, slapping the tip once more as you jolt, you try hit her in the chest again but she grabs your fist before you could.

"Let's go to bed, I love you, I can't wait to make you my wife.

#beidou #beidou smut #beidou x reader #beidou x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #sapphic #Art by @/twee_teez #on reddit!

[creatorthegod]

Oh the Dreams (Hank! Reader)

What the characters want to do in the future with there beloved

2BDamned : Doc wishes that one day the two of them will just leave to live in a house nowhere near the madness of Nevada, while he would go to work they would stay home and clean or take care of there child, He hopes to have at least one child with them so he can come home after a hard day of work and see them making dinner while also taking care of their child.

Sanford: Sanford hopes that one day he and Deimos will live together with them, go one missions together, cook together, just do everything together, all of them would kill the A.A.H.W agents and then in the end they would give him and Deimos a quick kiss before going home, he hopes to have two children one from him, one from Deimos.

Deimos: He wants to get married to both the loves of his live, he want to live in a big house, while he and Sanford go out they stay home and clean and take care of everything, and when they come home they fawn all over them, light his cigarettes for him, and admire all of his skills, like Sanford he wants two kids one from each parent, where you are a loving parent and lover.

The Auditor: Auditor hopes to catch them and stop the madness in Nevada, but he wont kill them, he will keep them hidden in a secret place only he knows about, he hopes that they will fight him at first but slowly start to rely on him, he would want a few kids after all two of the most powerful and dangerous people in Nevada there children would be force's to be reckoned with.

The Sheriff: He wishes that after a hard day at work he can come home to them making dinner and taking care of their kids, he hopes that they will fall in love with him on the spot the next time they see him and never hold a weapon ever again, he would want his lover to be like a stay at home wife taking care of their children, speaking of children he wants he wants a few so that he can keep you tied to him.

Jeb: He wants to save Nevada and all residents and since they cause most of it, he will have to take them away and keep them hidden and he hopes they will admit wrong and beg for forgiveness, he wants them to help him get rid of all the evil and when there done thank him for all the good he has brought, he wants one child so they can raise that child to protect Nevada and others.

Tricky: He wants to take them forcefully, have them kicking and screaming as he drags them away to there new home, he wants them to struggle to get out and leave as he is cuddling them on his couch and later they can play together, he wants three kids one is so you have so much work to do you can't leave him and two he wants to take care of something with his love.

Phobos: He believes that one day his love will betray their friends, go to him and admit there love for him then both of them could take over Nevada then the world, he wants them to worship the ground he walks on and wont question what he wants to do with them, he wants many children so he can teach them how to be a ruler and maybe let them have their own country, but he and his love shall rule the world.

Bonus// oc

Loki: She wants things to go back to the way it was when they were both lovers, sure she may have blamed them for something that was out of their control, but they can go back together, she wants lots of children after all she used to be a mother herself and she loves taking care of babies/children, the one thing she wishes is that they can get married again and live a peaceful life.

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #madness combat #madness project nexus #yandere madcom #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom

[bleach-your-panties]

toji, the dick-slinging slasher 🍆💦 🔪❗️- toji fushiguro x fem reader 

🍔: first jjk fic EVER and it's crack lmao.

🍔: this was too good for me not to write

🔪: prompts from the wheel of misfortune, i can't help myself

🔪: includes horror prompt from beyond the grave & kink prompts sir kink, clothed sex, filming/recording, food play, & size kink 

🔪tagging: @bastardblvd, please don't kick me out of town for this mess of a fic 🤣😭

🍟:4.0k words

🍟:warnings: crack, slightly dubcon, non-penetrative sex?, cursing, dirty talk, spitting, age-gap (reader is early 20's, Toji is..undead) & spongebob dialogue. reader is squidward, basically.

🍟: this is not to be taken seriously! mcdonalds!manager!aki and denji from grimetown make appearances.

🍟: loosely based on my experience working in fast food.

🍟: banner made by me on pic collage

🍟: dividers by @/firefly-graphics

"Finally. 10 pm." You let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

You had just finished mopping the entire lobby over again after a group of late-night stragglers  had came in and ordered twenty McDoubles, extra pickles. What a strange order.

One of them even tried to get into a verbal altercation with you because he claimed that his sandwiches had no pickles and accused you of not giving him any. 

You don't even work the fucking line; you're a cashier, for Christ's sake, even if you’re in the process of being cross-trained.

After dumping the dark, murky mop water outside the front door, you began to roll the bucket back to its designated area in the back of house.

Back there, Denji, your manager's weird associate, was picking at the leftover food from the dinner rush like a scavenging raccoon.

"You're not supposed to be back here." You gave him a deadpan look. 

"You're not supposed to be back here," He mocked you, "Fuck that, I'm starving." 

"Then go home and make something to eat?" 

"Nah, this'll do." He unwrapped a McChicken that had probably been sitting there since lunchtime.

"You're about to have diarrhea out of this world." 

He just shrugged.

You went on about your business with your other little housekeeping duties then took off your headset and nametag once you were done.

God, I hate this job.

You'd just finished university a week ago and upon your rejection of your dream graduate school, you ended up having to move back to Grimetown and live with your parents.

Your old-fashioned parents who don't believe in their grown children moving back home unless they have a job.

So here you are. Working at Mcdonald's with a fresh bachelor's degree under your belt.

"I'm going home. Later, Dingy." You pulled on your coat and grabbed your purse.

"Alright, and it's Denji." 

"That's what I said, 'innit? Peace out."

Denji rolled his eyes at you just as Aki came out of the office. "Hold your horses, Y/N. Where do you think you're going?"

You froze, hand poised to open the door.

"Uh, home? It's almost ten-thirty." 

Aki pulled a cigarette from under his hat, turned one of the grills on to light it, and then stuck it between his thin lips.

"No, you're not. I've decided that I'm going to keep the store open 24 hours now. More money for me-I mean you. Money for you."

You gave him an incredulous look and removed your hand from the door handle. 

"What?! This place is a shithole, it's not built to run 24 hours!" 

As you said this, the lights started flickering.

"See!"

"Denji, stop that!" 

"Sorry."

Aki looked about ready to give up on life but he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. 

"Anyway, here's the keys. You'll switch out with the morning shift at 6 am. Have fun. Don't burn the place down, no matter how tempting it may be."

You didn't know what to do, so you just stood there with your mouth open.

"I can't believe this shit! You can't just leave me here by myself all night!" Snapping out of your little trance, you followed after the dark-haired man.

Aki turned his body halfway to meet your gaze, half-smoked cigarette still between his lips.

“You won’t be by yourself. Denji is here with you.” As if that was supposed to put you at ease.

“What? You can’t leave me here with him; he doesn’t even work here!”

Denji hopped down from the counter and strutted over to the two of you, chest poked out.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N. I’ll take good care of you~” He then smirked as his eyes trailed over your body in your too-tight uniform shirt and pants.

You swear that bastard Aki purposefully ordered your garments two sizes too small, causing you to have to literally squeeze your assets into the God-forsaken red shirt and black pants every other day.

"You stay away from me." You pointed an acrylic fingernail at Denji without taking your eyes off of Aki.

"No way you can leave me here with Dumbass all night."

"It's Denji."

"That's what I said."

"Oh, but I can. You stay or you're fired. Simple as that. See you later!" He attempted to give you both a half-hearted wave, but you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. 

"Where are you going?" 

Aki looked at you befuddled - are you actually whining?

He gently brushed you off of him and removed the cigarette from between his lips. 

“I’m going home - where else? I have a life.”

"I have a life, too, ya know!" 

Denji snickered. "How can you? You live with your parents."

“You shut up! No one asked you!” You retorted before sulking off to the back again.

_____

Toji didn’t know how to feel after he was killed by Gojo.

He thought that he’d at least go straight to hell, but apparently, that didn’t happen. Now here he was, in the middle of some…weird ass town in a shitty graveyard where the tombstones were poorly maintained. Damn, did anyone in this piece of shit town even tend to their dearly departed?

“This shit sucks…” Toji complained as he pulled himself out of a shallow grave that someone must have dug and threw him in unceremoniously. After brushing the dirt off his broad shoulders with his one good hand (only hand), he stretched it above his head and yawned.

The town ahead of him was dark, with only a few lights on of some apartment buildings, houses, and businesses that were crazy enough to run their power bills up by staying open all damn night long.

Like one certain McDonald’s….

_____

“Hey, Y/N, look at me! I’m uploading thirst traps to my Instagram story…at night.” Denji winked at you and clicked his tongue, waving his iPhone in his hand.“When else would you upload them, Dumbfuck?” You replied blandly as you lazily flipped through a magazine.”Whoever is thirsting over you is clearly blind or just desperate.” You added.

“Oh, that’s harsh.” He frowned. The two of you were just sitting around, bored out of your minds. No customers had entered the store since Aki left forty-five minutes ago.

Denji paraded around the table you were sitting at, chanting about different tasks that he was doing on his phone…at night.

Then suddenly…

Silence.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna hear a scary story?”

Silence over.

“No, but I know that you’re going to tell me anyway, so let’s hear it.” You rolled your eyes and closed the magazine, now giving the blonde your full attention.

"Okay, so-"

The bell over the door rang and in walked a customer, whistling happily.

"Good evening! I'd like to make an order!"

Both you and Denji stared at him for a long while until you finally decided to peel yourself out of the red leather booth and head to the cash register.

"What can I get for you tonight, sir?" 

"One Big Mac Meal, please, extra onions on that. Oh, are the fries fresh?" 

You looked behind him at the clock on the wall: 11:25 pm.

"No," You stated dryly, "will that be all for you?" 

The man gulped nervously at your lackluster expression and less-than-enthused tone and nodded.

"$8.35."

____

After the customer was situated at a table and munching his food happily, Denji continued with his story.

“As I was saying. The legend of Toji, the Dick-Slinging Slasher.”

You had to hold back from spitting some of your orange Hi-C right into his ridiculous face.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘dick-slinging?!”

“That’s what I said, yeah.” Denji nodded, not phased by your outburst. 

“Legend has it, that on dark, cloudy nights, much like this one, he stalks the neighborhood looking for unsuspecting bitches to rob.”

“Okay, and that’s scary, because? Sounds like an average day in Grimetown.” You snorted.

"Be serious for one second, Y/N!" He slapped his palms down on your table.

Who is he to tell someone to be serious?

"Alright, alright, I'm listening."

Denji continued, "In his past life, he was a nothing-ass-bitch and deadbeat father who went around stealing from people or assassinating them for money." 

"He got killed by this super overpowered albino that he failed to assassinate and then after that, no one knows what happened to him. I heard that some teens from Grimetown High threw his ass in a ditch as a dare and that's where he's buried to this day."

You couldn't help but bust out laughing; this was the dumbest story that you'd ever heard!

"Denji…I'm still failing to see how this story is supposed to be scary…" 

"Well, when the albino killed him, he mutilated the entire left side of Toji's body, leaving a big ass gaping hole and Toji with only one arm. That doesn't stop him from slinging his community dick to all the unsuspecting bad bitches, though."  

'Okay, this is idiotic. I'm checking out.' You shook your head and got up with your cup, dumping the leftover ice down the drink fountain’s drain.

“Heed my warnings, Y/N! When the clock strikes midnight, he’ll come for you! Guard your booty!” Denji wiggled his fingers and made moaning noises that sounded more…pornographic than ghostly.

“Yeah, alright. I’m going to dust the drive-thru windows.”

____

12:00 AM, Midnight

So those clouds turned out to be storm clouds full of rain that was soon pounding down onto the miserable roof of your little establishment. The roof was leaking in a few places because Aki was too lazy to call the contractors to come and look at it.

“I swear, what is he even good for besides secondhand smoke and micromanaging everybody?” You groaned, placing yet another bucket under a leaking spot.

A loud crack of thunder sounded, and then everything went black.

“Denji!”

“It wasn’t me that time!” 

A few seconds later, said blonde came from the back carrying a heavy-duty flashlight.

“The power’s out. I tried tripping the breaker but got nothing.” 

“Isn’t there a backup generator here?” You asked and he just shrugged.

“Don’t ask me; I don’t work here.”

With a loud groan, you went to grab your cell phone out of your bag to call Aki.

No signal.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding.”

You replaced the rectangular device inside your bag and retreated to the lobby where Denji was.

The thunder roared louder and the rain pattered harder against the roof and the glass windows.

“Hey Y/N?”

“What, Denji?” 

“This is kind of like the story, right? The perfect setting for Toji to show up.” You scoffed.

“Denji, that was just a stupid story. It’s not true at all! No one could survive with half of their body blasted away!!” You were just about at your wit’s end now, when the customer with the Big Mac came to the counter to ask you for ketchup.

“You’re still here?” Denji asked and the guy just looked at him. After he got his condiments, he packed up the rest of his meal and left, probably to get home and out of the rain.

The next few moments were spent in silence with the two of you trying to figure out how to get the power back up and running.

While Denji was in the back where the breaker box was, you were searching underneath the countertops for some sort of panic button or something.

CRASH!

Either Denji fell or a tree came down outside. You hoped it was the former, honestly.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

“Denji?! Is that you? Did you fall?” You whisper-shouted. You shined the flashlight on your phone to the back, trying to locate him.

“Fall?” 

Tap tap tap tap tap.

The lights began to flicker again and you jumped once you saw Denji suddenly standing beside you.

“Don’t do that! You almost scared me half to death, you dummy!”

“Sorry. Hey, what’s that tapping sound I keep hearing?” 

“Y-you mean…you weren’t doing that?”

SCREEEEEECHHHH!

Lightning flashed at the same time that the lights flickered back on.

At the front door, the tall outline of a burly man was standing there. His wet, dark hair splayed across his forehead and his eyes glowed a menacing red.

“IT’S T-THE D-D-...!” 

Denji’s body seized up as the man put his hand on the door and pushed it open, letting the pounding rain slosh and slide across the tiled floor. His slippered feet stomped through the puddles of water that were forming as he stalked his way toward the both of you. The little squish squish of his shoes through the water must’ve snapped Denji out of his little trance. He then looked at you as if realizing you were still there and in this predicament with him.

“Oh Y/N…I’m so honored that you went to all this trouble dressing up and using my own story to try and scare me! I knew that you liked me!” He chuckled, trying to convince himself that what he was seeing couldn’t be real.

Your mouth gaped open as you could only stare at the huge man coming towards you both now. Up close, he’s quite a looker. Deep, blue eyes, a cocky smirk set upon those handsome features, and a long, diamond-shaped scar at the corner of his mouth.

“Denji…there’s only two problems with your theory, there. I barely fucking know you, so how could I like you, and how could that be me when I’m standing right fucking here?!” You screamed at the idiotic blonde.

“Ah, what a noisy couple the two of you are. Making my fucking head spin.” Toji continued walking until he was right up on you. You had to crane your neck back to look up at his face. He looked right back down into your surprised one.

“You’re a cute one. Judging by that tight-ass uniform, I’m assuming that you work here?”

“Y/N, RUN! IT’S TOJI THE DICK-SLINGING SLASHER!”

Yeah, I think it’s a little too late for that now, don’t you think, Denji?

“Is that what I’m being called now? How lame.” Toji chuckled and before you could blink he kicked Denji into the wall.

“H-hey! Leave him alone, you one-armed prick!” You argued with a shake in your voice, which only amused Toji further.

“Prick? Where are your manners, you little brat? You’ll address me by sir and nothing else. You understand that, bitch?”

Denji groaned from where he was slumped against the wall.

"Sir? Fucking cringe. Next, he'll be expecting you to call him daddy."

Toji ignored Denji's comment and waited for your response. 

You opened your mouth a couple of times but no words came out.

Toji leaned his ear down to your mouth.

"Can't hear you, darling. What was that?"

"Y-yes sir."

He smirked and straightened his back.

"Good girl. Now, what do you serve here?"

"W-we serve food here, sir."

He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at you before looking above your head to the lighted menu. 

"Don't be a smartass."

He rubbed his thick fingers over his chin while he tried to decide on a meal.

"I think I'll have the Spicy McCrispy meal, hold the onions. Extra ketchup and pickles, large fry, and Diet Coke. Gotta keep it balanced." He chuckled to himself once he'd finished.

"Make sure you make it extra tender, juicy, and hot."

The bile began rising in your throat - both at his words and at the fact that you knew the oil that those crispy sandwiches were cooked in hadn't been changed in over a week.

"$10.96."

Toji stared at you blankly and you just returned it. You both stood there awkwardly staring at each other for a moment.

"$10.96?" You repeated.

"I…uh..left my wallet in my other sweatpants?"

You could feel the sweat dripping down the side of your forehead.

"Forget it. You'll pay for it with the insane amount of explosive diarrhea that you're going to have."

Toji chuckled nervously and leaned against the counter, watching you move around while you fixed his food.

He was instantly mesmerized by how much your ass still jiggled despite the tightness of your pants. 

"Here ya go." Your voice snapped him out of his perverted thoughts.

The tray of food looked surprisingly delicious, but you know that it's old and that the fries are cold and stiff.

Toji didn't care, though; he was just glad to have a meal.

He ate everything greedily, all the while never taking his eyes off of you.

When he finished, surprisingly, he dumped his trash in the bin and straightened up his area.

You had retreated to the back of house before he finished; with the power being restored, you could now focus on doing some other menial tasks that you'd only just now remembered.

"Hey…you! Leave Y/N alone!" Denji warned as he watched Toji begin to follow where you had gone.

"Fuck off, pipsqueak, or I'll kill you."

—

In the back, you'd started washing dishes and prepping some things for the morning staff.

The door separating the back of the house and the lobby swung open and then shut loudly behind you.

"Huh? You? What are you doing back here?"

"Hush now, darling; you wouldn't want your little friend out there to hear us now, would you?" 

"Who, Dickhead? He's not my fucking friend, not by a long shot. Doesn't mean I'd want you to kill him, though."

"You sure got a nasty mouth on you, little one. What, not afraid of me anymore?" 

The rusty blade of a sword made contact with the back of your neck.

"I mean, at this point, I was hoping that you were just a bad bout of indigestion, but that doesn't seem to be the case, now does it, gramps?" 

Toji could feel the left side of his face twitching: "Gramps?" 

You blinked once. "Yeah, gramps. You've probably been dead for ages now, so you're like somebody's rusty old great-great-grandpa."

"Rusty?!"

He pressed his crotch against your ass and let you feel his raging hard-on. Even through your pants, you could feel the weight and girth of his dick.

"Would someone who's considered to be 'rusty' be able to get this hard, baby girl?"

His one hand pushed down on your lower back, making you bend over the sink.

"Much better. 'Face down, ass up' suits you, darling."

Toji continued to rub his hard dick against the seat of your pants while making sure you stayed pressed against the sink.

A few soft moans of surprise escaped from your lips as he continued rutting against you.

"T-Toji.. " Your fingernails gripped the edge of the metal sink. His pelvis pushed against your ass and you bounced it back against him…

"Good girl, so fucking sexy." He growled, moving to grab a handful of your ponytail that peeked out of the hole in your McDonald's cap.

This continued for several minutes; Toji moving his hand between gripping your hair, holding your hip, rubbing his thick fingers over your clothed cunt, and smacking your ass.

This ordeal would have to take the cake of being the weirdest night of your life, with no competition.

"Fuck, Toji…this is so weird but hot…I think I'm going to cum…" 

He chuckled darkly, "So you get off to dry-fucking creepy old men after insulting them, eh? What a pompous, dirty, little slut you are, baby."

His movements got faster, making the sink rattle against its unstable position on the wall. 

Just as you were getting close to finishing in your panties, Toji flipped you around, making your back press against the sink painfully. 

You didn't have time to start a complaint though, because now he was slotting himself in between your legs. 

"Woah!"

You didn't know that your leg could stretch that far, but Toji stretched it until your black slip-resistant sneaker was behind your ear.

He began again with the same movements: thrusting against you with all the intent of a man getting ready to bust a fat nut.

"A-ahh, Toji…

"Hmm, feels good, sugar?"

Sugar.

"Y-yes, Toji…God."

He chuckled and moved to hover over you. A trickle of warm saliva dripped from his lips into your waiting mouth before he cupped your cheeks.

"Swallow."

You gulped, letting the viscous material slide down your dry throat.

With your head slightly tilted back, a blinking red light caught your eye. Toji followed your line of sight and then smirked.

"Does that camera work?"

"I don't think so…Aki never gets shit fixed around here…ah.." A sharp thrust of his hips against your covered clit made you shiver.

From the sound of your moans, Toji could tell that you were getting close.

With that one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the strong man lifted you up high to where you almost touched the dingy, grease-splattered ceiling.

He settled you down onto the line where the food was bagged and prepared to be sent out. There was a stack of brown serving trays next to you, containers of ketchup and other condiments, and…the ice cream machine.

"Toji.. what are you planning?" You asked, bringing your cute and confused E/C gaze up to meet his lustful sapphire one. 

He hummed quietly and pressed his lips against your neck.

"Could have sworn I told you to call me sir, brat."

You rolled your eyes. He just wasn't going to let it go, was he? 

“May I ask what you’re planning to do next, sir.” You huffed like a contemptuous child, making Toji’s dick jump.

With this new positioning, you were facing the camera head-on. God, you really hoped that thing wasn’t actually on.

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear before biting the shell of it, letting his tongue trail down until he was tasting the metal of your silver earring.

"You're so tiny and light, I love lifting you up as if you were nothing more but a little ragdoll." Toji bit at your earlobe, making you let out a loud squeal. Denji definitely would've heard that.

His hand moved to pull your hair, yanking your head to the side so he could leave a trail of wet kisses down from your ear, across the expanse of your neck and collarbones, and down the valley of your breasts once he'd popped the buttons on your shirt open. 

With the angle he had you at, your chest was positioned right under the nozzle of the ice cream machine and your near-fucked-out self hit the button, making a gush of cold, melted cream-colored confection spill across your chest.

Toji raised an eyebrow at you and failed to bite back a laugh. You, on the other hand, weren't as amused.

"What? You'd rather have something else white and creamy splattered across your chest?"  He asked.

You flopped back on the counter and flipped him off. He began to massage the melted ice cream into your skin.

"Looks so sweet. Got any cherries to go on top?”

“Fuck you.”

A handsome, devilish grin stretched across his face. “You just did.”

"What made you appear here tonight?" 

He laughed outright.

"Didn't you listen to the story, dollface? I'm here to sling dick to all the unsuspecting bad bitches, and tonight just happened to be your lucky night."

—

Aki came in the next morning, well-rested and without a care in the world.

With a lit cigarette between his lips, he fumbled with his massive set of keys until he found the correct one needed to open the doors.

Denji had texted him at some point last night telling him about the storm, so his first order of business today was to check to see if the security cameras were still functioning properly.

He sat down at his desk and popped in the security tape from last night. 

The employees, customers, and vendors that had come in after him would hear a very loud and very distinct shout of 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' from the back. 

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*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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[ek-ranjhaan]

100 reasons to stay alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to see your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience your culture to the fullest

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to visit the seashore and feel the waves kissing your feet

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favourite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to read millions of deserving, unread books and novels waiting for you

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. To be accepted and welcomed by your loved one(s) as you are.

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat ice cream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that changes your life

28. to see the flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn new languages

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. Puppy kisses.

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.

37. Trampolines.

38. To have the most peaceful comforting sleep at nights.

39. Stargazing.

40. Cloud watching.

41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.

43. “I saw this and thought of you."

44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying.

46. Sunshine.

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.

48. Your future wedding.

49. Your favorite candy bar.

50. To feel the chlorophyllic scent of trees in the deep elms

51. Witty puns.

52. Really good bread.

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.

54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.

58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes.

61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.

64. To dance in the rain in a romance with self or with your lover

65. To visit Nordic countries and take in their beauty with mesmerized tears in eyes

66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).

67. Pray

68. Forgiveness.

69. Water balloon fights.

70. To write more and more, better and better, and to publish your own book(s) someday.

71. Fireflies.

72. Birthdays.

73. Realizing that someone loves you.

74. Spending the day with someone you love

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.

86. Someone’s skin against yours.

87. Holding hands.

88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.

89. Singing off key with your best friends.

90. Road trips.

91. Spontaneous adventures.

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.

94. Thunderstorms.

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.

96. The taste of your favorite food.

97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.

98. The day when everything finally goes your way.

99. Compliments and praise.

100. To feel the mountains beneath your feet, to see the most beautiful dawn and dusk in the moments of a new day.

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101. to look on this moment in the future, when life is happier and be grateful to yourself for not giving up, for staying alive, for choosing to live.

#desi tumblr #desi teen #desi tag #being desi #desi dark academia #desi things #desi #desi girl #growing up desi #desi academia #happiness #things that make me happy #reason to live #reason to believe #alive #original writing #original poetry #spilled secrets #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled prose #spilled ink #spilled heart #happy poetry #aesthetic writing #aesthetic

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

And now…the escape!

(Also we say yes to magic because it’s an important part of the story anyway but no to any other powers)

@hobiesgender @royallydivinelesbian

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Two weeks in, and Miles felt like he was going crazy.

There were so many people in the castle. So many more than he was used to. The hallways were filled with constant talking, laughing, even explosions, inexplicably, and Miles couldn’t even manage to get a moment to himself at all. He still attended both weekly meetings when they happened, but the rest of the time, he felt like he was stretched too thin.

There was Kate, and William (who preferred Billy), but there was also Thomas Shepard (who went by Tommy, and they were somehow related but not? Miles couldn’t tell, despite them looking exactly alike), Theodore Altman (Teddy), America Chavez, Elijah Bradley, David Alleyne, and several other people Miles couldn’t remember. It was actual insanity in the castle, and Miles couldn’t even tell Pavitr about it because he hadn’t had a chance to see his friend for more than ten minutes at a time at any given moment. The rest of his time was spent with everyone else, who were actually trying to marry him.

He and Kate usually were outside together, because archery was her true pride and passion; Miles…was not the best at it, unfortunately, and a lot of their time together was spent with Kate trying to hide her laughter behind her hand at his absolutely dismal performances. Billy had magic, which infuriated Miguel because he’d technically brought in a weapon with his staff during that first meeting; he showed off his magic a lot to Miles, but Miles felt he was more interested in Teddy, who seemed to reciprocate that interest as subtly as he could, considering.

America had a younger sister she talked about constantly, and she always seemed to be narrowly avoiding mentioning her own parents, and she and Elijah were constantly grappling in the courtyard. Actually, for the most part they all congregated in the courtyard, and Miles spent his time moving between groups to talk and spend time with everyone.

Tommy was very overconfident in himself, and very quick on his feet, and Miles watched as he showed off every so often for David, who seemed to appreciate the attention; both of them seemed to have to remember at times that they were here for Miles, though Miles honestly didn’t care all that much because, again, it’s not like it was his idea for him to get married.

And all that energy followed them into the dining hall when they had dinner, and the sitting rooms, and the library, and the —

The point was, Miles was going insane.

He waited until dark one night, listening at his door after what felt like another day of nothing but chaos, and waited until he was certain everyone was asleep before creeping out of his room. It was actually nice to be walking around the empty hallways with nothing but silence, and Miles let himself wander them serenely; every so often, he ducked into the shadows to hide from the patrolling guards, knowing they would report to Miguel and Miguel would tell his parents and then Miles would get in trouble. Perks of living in the castle his entire life meant that Miles knew each rotation of the guard, each routine they went through, everything like that. Made it easy for nights like tonight, where he was restless and aimless in his wandering.

Aimless, that is, until he passed by the open door that led to the back courtyard, where everyone congregated. Miles paused, staring out at the dark blue sky for a long moment before he made his way outside. The night was dark and cool, stars dotting the sky but just a sliver of a moon out to shine any sort of light. Miles closed his eyes, standing in the middle of the courtyard for a moment to just…soak in the peace. Then he pressed onwards, walking through the gardens that surrounded the courtyard and trailing his fingers over the flowers; it felt like nobody wanted to walk through the gardens with him, and Miles missed it fiercely. The silence was still soothing, all the way up until he hit the end of the garden and realized he was at the wall.

Miles pressed his fingers to the smooth stone, staring up at the top of it with wide eyes. He’d never been outside of the castle walls before; his parents had always insisted it was too dangerous, and Miguel reinforced that belief of theirs. Miles didn’t think he’d even seen the city beyond the walls from the castle, and he was suddenly hit with a fierce curiosity. Glancing around, he saw a tree that looked like it might give a good view over the wall, and Miles didn’t even think twice before he climbed up it. He didn’t stop until he was able to see over the wall, and he let out a breath once he actually did.

The city looked so far away, he thought, and it was late enough that there weren’t even any lights on. The weak moonlight meant that Miles could just barely make out the buildings that towered over other ones, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d stared at it from behind the palace walls before he noticed that the branch he was on was both sturdier than he’d realized…and much, much longer than he’d thought.

It went out over the top of the wall, and Miles stared at it with wide eyes. His heart racing in his throat, Miles turned to look behind him, staring at the unlit castle for a long moment before making an impulsive decision. He crawled forwards, not stopping until he got to the top of the wall, and sat on the cool stone. The drop down it was further than he’d expected, which disappointed him much more than he’d thought possible, until he glanced to the left and realized there was a medium sized building that didn’t look too far down.

Miles scooted carefully along the wall until he was able to line up with it better and, after another moment of hesitation, slid forward off the wall and dropped down onto it. There was a muffled ‘thud’ as he landed on the sturdy wooden rooftop, and he waited a few moments to see if anyone would come out. When nobody did, he crawled to the edge of the roof and peered over it, trying to gauge the distance down.

That didn’t look too bad either, and so he slide off the side of the building and huddled against the wall. Miles looked up, staring with wide eyes as he realized…

He did it. He was out of the castle, unaccompanied and on his own, for the first time in his life. Unable to help himself, Miles let out a quiet laugh before turning his sights towards the city again. It didn’t look any closer, but Miles was suddenly very eager to get there, and very full of energy. Without a second glance back at the wall, he started walking forwards.

#punkflower #miles morales #a whole new world au #still not a lotta punkflower interaction #sorry friends #but never fear!! #it will be upon us sooner than you think!! #I don’t really wanna tag the young avengers in this #but like #should I? #part 6

[xxmyhomexx]

KING OF GREED: Daughter of Greed

If Ana Huang ever does a series where it focuses on the characters' children, I believe that Dominic and Alessandra would be parents to triplets, all three daughters. However, because I have a thing for tragedy and realistic fiction, it'd play out this way.

Their daughters would be named Alaina, Ivory, and Jocelyn. All the girls would resemble Dominic, inheriting all his features. The family is very close, and Jocelyn is more reserved and quiet of the three daughters. While her two sisters are the life of the party, she is more comfortable at home instead of going out with friends on the weekends at night. She inherit's her mother's kindness while her sisters take more after their father.

Unfortunately, Jocelyn wouldn't live to see the age of eighteen. One day, she would leave her job at a coffee shop where she'd work part time, and on the way home she decides to get takeout for her sisters. She calls Ivory to let her know she had dinner for them coming home, but she never makes it. A car runs a red light, and Jocelyn is hit crossing the street.

The entire family rushes to the hospital, where she is in emergency surgery. She has internal bleeding, and doctors are able to stop it. Unfortunately, while preparing the next steps, she has an unexpected seizure. When the doctors inform them, the entire world stops.

Dominic can't hear anything. All he knows is he just lost his youngest daughter. He falls to his knees, with Alessandra kneeling next to him, sobbing. With a bloodcurling scream, Dominic loses control and breaks down. Ivory and Alaina rush to his side, everyone holding onto him.

Seven years later, Alessandra and Dominic have started Jocelyn's Shelter, a charity that helps animals find loving homes, as Jocelyn adored animals and wanted to start her own animal shelter. The profits from Alessandra's pressed flower business also go toward causes for distracted driving awareness, and Dominic is a speaker at every one of them. Alaina helps with the nonprofit side, turning her grief into a positive outcome.

Ivory, however, has a harder time with her passing. She becomes the drummer of Halen Moon, a hard rock band fronted by her best friend, Dante and Vivian's daughter Josephine. Jocelyn idolized her for her positive and outgoing attitude. While that hasn't gone away, Ivory still refuses to accept the passing of her youngest sister, and like her dad, buries her feelings in her work.

She ends up meeting Tanner Wolfe, a musician and shares a similar tragedy. He lost his brother to suicide, but decided to turn his tragedy into music, because life is still worth being strong for, no matter how hard it gets.

Through Tanner, Ivory decides to go back to Manhattan to a family reuinion with him. Alessandra and Dominic are welcoming, and Alaina and Ivory are as close as ever. Ivory finally lets her feelings bubble to the surface, apologizing for drifting away and needing space. She never meant to pull away from her parents, but she needed space to grieve in her own way, to which Dominic and Alessandra are always understanding. They are just grateful she stayed in touch.

Tanner is welcomed into the family, and together, he and Ivory go to Jocelyn's grave. While she is still unable to feel comfortable back in Manhattan, she makes peace with her passing.

#ana huang #king of greed #dominic davenport #alessandra davenport

[purplesurveys]

1836

What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? 12:30 AM is my newest record – had a scheduled hike all the way in Batangas two weeks ago and we were set to leave by 2 AM.

Do you use reusable shopping bags to reduce waste? Yes, but not always. I'll sometimes shop unplanned so I won't always have a bag with me.

How many times have you moved? Once in infancy, two times in childhood. The next time I'll do so it'll be for my own place which is kind of crazy to think about!

Where were you going the last time you were a passenger in a car? Church, this morning. We also stopped by Wilcon so my mom could pick up something for the bathroom.

Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Apparently it's really common for people my age to 'rebrand' and go with different nicknames in school and work, so yes.

Are you nerdy? If so, in what ways? I like professional wrestling, which I would consider nerdy/geeky.

Which one of your senses would you be the most devastated to lose? Sight and touch.

Have you ever dated someone who posted a ton of selfies on social media? I wouldn't say they did.

Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? Not sure. I don't think so.

What scent is the nearest candle? Vanilla.

Have you ever been to Michigan? Nope.

Do your parents have a strong relationship together? Yes. They're toxic at times in ways I don't feel like expounding on, because it makes me sad; but for the most part their marriage has been a very happy one.

When was the last time you attended a religious service of any sort? Sunday mass this morning. It also happens to be Palm Sunday so people were waving those leaves around.

Do you ever feel like you’re sharing too much about yourself online? The fact is that I do lol, but it's only on this part of 'online.' I do keep some kind of wall on my other accounts and focus on my interests.

How many windows are in the room you’re in? None, I'm at the rooftop.

Are you on good or bad terms with your most recent ex? It ended on such emotionless terms that I'd say as far as terms...there aren't any. The whole thing just feels nonexistent, and I have found my peace with viewing the relationship as if it never happened. It's also healthier for me that way.

What was the last necklace you wore? It's silver, with a silver and purple heart charm.

What were you doing 3 hours ago? I was having dinner with my family.

Have you ever read any of Charles Darwin’s works? I don't think I have.

What was the first thing you did after getting out of bed today? I woke up to the sound of the dogs play-wrestling so I went down to see what was up and to play with them for a little bit.

When was the last time you read a newspaper? Safe to assume >4 years ago.

If there was such a thing as a mental health first aid kit, what would you want to be in it? My favorite chips, a reed diffuser, a picture frame of BTS, and a BTS concert DVD hehe.

Is there anyone who always seems to misunderstand everything you say? There used to be.

Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? Yes.

What is currently on your bathroom counter? We have a cabinet instead of a counter, and in it we have...everything that's supposed to be in the bathroom, basically. The toothbrushes and toothpaste, deodorant, napkins, and a few first aid items.

What was the last carbonated drink you had? Continued from last night. Beer.

Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? Nope.

What light in your house was the last to have a bulb burn out? One of the bulbs we have in the living room.

What was your favorite book you ever read for a school assignment? Without Seeing the Dawn.

Do you know anyone who’s always on their phone when you’re trying to talk to them? No.

Have you ever been fired? If so, did you get unemployment benefits? I've never been fired.

Do any of your neighbors have loud children? A loud kid who just so happens to be a louder shrieker/crier, yes.

Have you ever been in an abandoned house? I've looked at one from the outside, but didn't go in.

[cosmichighpriestess]

𓆩♡𓆪You Were Born To Be Free𓆩♡𓆪

My dear friends, we love you so very much,

Each one of you was born knowing you were completely free. You entered the world expecting to experience the contrast which would inspire you to create. You came knowing you could adjust your vibration and attract whatever you wanted.

None of you ever said, "I want to give someone else control over my life. I want someone else to dictate my happiness or unhappiness. I want to give someone else power over my future. I want to let what someone is doing now, and all they've done in the past dictate what I experience in my life and my future."

Yet, most of you learned to do that somewhere along the way.

You learned to give the behavior and opinions of others more "air time" than the desires of your own soul. You learned to enjoy the "high" of others dramas rather than the peace of God within. You learned to focus on what you and others were doing wrong instead of what you were doing right.

Dear ones, with each decision you make, you can reclaim your God-given power to be the sole creator in your life. While you may be affected by others, you need not let the effect be significant.

Suppose you see something in the news that concerns you. You worry about how it might affect your life. Although innocently, you are starting to give your power away to the behaviors of others. You are focusing on something you don't want, thereby drawing more of what you don't want to you. If, instead, you see something on the news that concerns you and remind yourself immediately. "Ah well, this is someone else's journey I am witnessing. I create my own reality. I will sit briefly and envision a better and kinder world." Then dear ones, even if the behavior on the news is violent and angry, you will attract kind and loving souls into your life.

Suppose you are around someone in your personal life who behaves badly—a boss, coworker, child, or spouse. You can't help but witness their anger, upset, or worry. They are right in front of you. You may not be able to control them, but you can control how much you focus on their negativity vs. how much you focus on their light or the light in anything else around you.

Your spouse may grumble incessantly about the state of the world. You can argue, complain with them, or choose a better vibration. You can say, "Yes, things are stirred up, but we're going to have a great dinner tonight!" You can enjoy your own vibration even when they do not enjoy theirs.

Suppose someone accuses you of putting your head in the sand and ignoring "reality" instead of getting worked and angry. You can get defensive and upset by focusing on their accusation, or you can happily agree! "Yes, I am ignoring much of what makes me miserable while I'm busy being happy!" They may not like that statement. They wanted you to join them in their anger. So what, dear ones? You get to choose. You get to focus on things that make you feel better. Unless you choose this, you are not on a leash tied to feel what others feel.

Your world is loaded with stark contrasts right now. You already know this. You see it frequently. There are substantial political divides. There are arguments about technology and where it is going. There are clashes between old and new parenting styles, education, environmentalism, etc. If you believe contrast is terrible, this can be terrifying. If you see through the eyes of your soul, you'll see an evolving world. The stirring up of the old is birthing the new! The political division inspires young souls who are focusing on solving the world's challenges here and now. While old systems argue about the best way to clean up the environment, young people are actually doing it. While people debate and rage about politics, other individuals are vibrationally and physically creating a unified world in their own lives connecting with those who also want harmony.

You cannot change systems by fighting systems. You can not change others by making them wrong. You will only defeat yourself. You will chain yourself, vibrationally speaking to that which you focus upon. You can never wish for your horrible ex to know the pain they have caused you without causing yourself horrendous pain. You vibrationally chain yourself to that which you focus upon. Turn away, dear ones, from the things that upset you. Turn your sights towards a better world and kinder people. The thoughts that give you joy will become your reality if you allow yourself to enjoy them and give the universe space to deliver their essence.

If you allow yourself to live in a more loving expectant vibration, you will get something that matches the feeling of what you want—something which surprises and delights you! If you dim your light, dial down your vibration, and allow negative situations and people who crave your focus and vibrational companionship to own your mind, then you will delay your creations.

You never intended to be chained to the behaviors of another. Use your power of focus to turn the other cheek, to look away from what upsets, worries, and creates negativity within you. Turn your sights to the good in this world, the good you can find now, and the good you wish to see. Seek, and ye shall find. Knock, and the door will be opened.

The antics of others can become no more impactful than the antics of characters in a play – a play in which you all get to focus on and act in the roles you choose. No matter who does what around you, choosing to remain a victim or become a creator is only a matter of focus. Place your sights where you want them to be, and don't allow the negativity of others to grab your attention for more than a few seconds. Your spirit and your energy are valuable resources. You are worthy of so much more.

God Bless You! We love you so very much.

- The Angels

#messages #angel channeled message #angel message #ann albers #the angels #You were born to be free

[pulaasul]

Sharing His Luck - Kamen Rider Geats X Persona 5

Haru planned a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend, which he really liked but an uninvited guest rears his ugly head.

Shoutout to @rainixdra for the brainstorming session we had pushed this fic into existence lol.

A/N: Funny thing, the whole inspiration for this fic was Garnet's line of "This was supposed to be my day" during the Rupphire wedding of Steven Universe... but adding that destroys the flow of the story it got cut.

FFN I Ao3

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"Sorry to call you today of all days, Keiwa-kun." A lady apologized to Keiwa as he entered a building.

"It's alright," Keiwa shrugged the apology. "From what I heard, you're understaffed for the whole day, right?" He set his bag down and gave the woman his full attention. "Has anyone taken the kitchen?"

"Unfortunately," The matron nodded. "Would you mind watching the kids? They're still sleeping."

"I won't," Keiwa smiled.

It had been a year since Keiwa and the others had defeated Sueru and the Desire Grand Prix as a whole. It had been a grueling fight, but they won.

In the months since they defeated Sueru: Ace went back to his celebrity life, just modeling for a few brands; Michinaga-san was 'found' by some of his former co-workers and was convinced to return to his old job in the construction business; Neon-chan went on to live in the condominium unit she had bought with his sister but remained in contact with her parents.

And Keiwa found a job in Okumura Foods, specifically its main office.

Everything was peaceful.

Keiwa couldn't ask for anything more if he was being honest.

Before, he'd have wanted – no, he shouldn't be focusing on the past.

Two days from now would be the anniversary of them defeating Sueru. Ace had suggested a fancy dinner at one of the clique hotels but was vetoed almost immediately by Tsumuri-san and Michinaga-san.

As he went inside the orphanage's dining area, he didn't think it was weird for the area to be so dark and empty. The matron did tell him that the children were asleep.

As soon as he turned on the lights he was startled by the sudden loud noise that erupted.

"Happy Birthday!"

Keiwa turned around and saw everyone in front of him holding out a banner that said 'Happy birthday'.

He looked around the room and the dining area was decorated to have a birthday party from the buntings on the ceiling to the balloons that was scattered around the room.

"H-ho-wha-?"

"Looks like our tanuki is speechless." Ace spoke up with a smirk.

"Oh let him compose himself." Neon elbowed the celebrity.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa-kun," A woman with curly auburn hair approached the birthday boy and kissed his cheeks. "Did you like your surprise?"

"H-haru-chan," Keiwa gulped and composed himself. "D-did you do this?"

"Everyone helped," Haru gestured to the people holding the banner. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah!" Keiwa nodded. "Thank you, thank you."

"Ready Set –" Neon exclaimed.

"Happy Birthday To You!" Everyone in the room began to sing.

As everyone sang the song, Haru pulled Keiwa to the center of the room, where a lone chair was placed. Haru placed him before the chair as the song concluded.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa." Haru greeted once more before planting a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled

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A lot of things happened since everyone sang happy birthday to Keiwa, that was when a gaggle of children came rushing in, in a hurry to greet their Keiwa-niichan a Happy Birthday.

The kids continued to play games as the adults enjoyed the day and looked after the rowdy children at the same time.

Some of Haru's friends came over and wished him a happy birthday, affirming their threats if he ever hurt her.

"I don't think any of you could even make good on your promises if that ever happened."

"You're right, she'd make you beg for your life," The male blond, Ryuji, shrugged before slinging his arm onto Keiwa's shoulders. "No, seriously man, Haru's life wasn't all rainbows when we met her, I would hate if she'd go back to the way when we met her."

"It's fine, Ryuji-san, Ren-san has already made that clear."

"Man, when will you drop the honorific? "

"But I'm younger than you." Keiwa insisted.

"Don't mind him, Ryuji, Keiwa-kun just like that." Haru chuckled before planting another kiss on her boyfriend's cheeks. "It took me months before he even addressed me as Haru-san."

"Fight with him side by side and he'd drop the honorific in a heartbeat." Ace joined the conversation.

"Fight?" Haru questioned.

"Ace, could you not?" Keiwa groaned. "I don't want anyone to think that I just look for fights."

"But you became one of the most seasoned fighters after you joined," Ace smirked. "Are you saying you regretted joining the fight?"

"No, but I would appreciate it if I get to tell my girlfriend things on my own terms."

"True, if you're worried about keeping the rule of keeping it a secret, you can tell whoever you like, it's not like they can still enforce their rules."

"That is nice to know." Keiwa nodded.

"Dude, you were involved in fights?" Ryuji grinned.

"When you feel ready, Keiwa-kun?" Haru assured before sending a glare at her blond friend.

Sometime later, Keiwa's sister arrived at the venue. She made a beeline towards Keiwa as soon as she saw him and greeted him with a Happy Birthday.

"Did you know that Haru-chan planned a surprise birthday party for me, nee-chan?"

"I did," Sara smiled. "Instead of joining, I decided to be at work today because if I didn't it'd ruin the surprise."

"Thank you, nee-chan." Keiwa hugged his sister, who hugged him back.

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"So how's the birthday boy? Did you enjoy the presentation the kids gave to their beloved Keiwa-nii-chan?" Ace smirked as he approached Keiwa.

"Don't tell me, you guys planned this in advance?" Keiwa asked.

"We did," Neon joined in the conversation. "We had to secure the place for this event after all."

"And the matron was all for it, even asked the kids about it."

"Hence the presentation." Keiwa nodded.

"So, how'd you like their presentation?"

"It was really good, as I said to them before." Keiwa smiled.

"They were good." Neon agreed.

"Where's Win-san and Michinaga-san?"

"You're not going to ask where Tsumuri-chan is?"

"I would…"

"She has forgiven you," Ace shook his head. "But she should be arriving later with PunkJack, they volunteered to monitor the place today so that there won't be another incident like XGeats or the one that Na-go and Buffa responded ever happens again."

"Michinaga-san?" Neon inquired this time.

"Buffa felt weird attending your birthday party considering he did end your life once."

"He's feeling weird about it." Keiwa pouted.

"Kinda like you with nee-san." Ace smirked.

"Fine, fine." Keiwa rolled his eyes.

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As the party was winding down, the kids tired out from all the activities they did, and a lot of people were starting to pack everything away.

That was when an uninvited guest decided to show his ugly mug. It was someone whom Keiwa was familiar with but not really know.

"Haru, my darling, what are you doing in this disgusting place?" A loud haughty voice was heard. "I heard that you had broken up with that delinquent, Haru, why don't we renew our engagement so we can I make sure your business will prosper."

"This disgusting place, as you call it, Sugimura-san, is the place where people like you throw children like me to steal their inheritance," Haru's amicable demeanor can still be heard despite the heavy words she's uttered. "This orphanage helps make children feel wanted again after people like you discarded them."

"Keiwa-nii-chan, Keiwa-nii-chan," The gaggle of kids who had been outside rushed back to the dining area, surrounding Keiwa. "There's a bad man outside trying to hurt fluffy onee-san!"

"A bad man?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow.

The kids merely nodded.

"Ace?"

"Go, I'll look after them."

While Keiwa knew that his girlfriend could handle the situation, he's witnessed it a few times, her friends from when she was in high school were still around, so he knew she was safe from anyone.

He decided it couldn't hurt to show up and offer support to Haru.

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"Years too late for that news, Sugimura," Haru smiled. "Could you please leave, you're upsetting the children."

"Children? These unwanted bastards? Who cares about them?" Sugimura scoffed.

"You're a bad man!" A child from inside the establishment rushed to Sugimura and rushed at the intruding man.

The child pounded on the man's leg as Sugimura sneered.

Sugimura unceremoniously whisked his leg away from the child, causing the child to stumble onto the concrete floor.

"Shut up, you brat." Sugimura growled at the sobbing child.

"Are you so heartless, Sugimura, that you're willing to hurt an innocent child?" Haru couldn't hide the disgust in her voice even if she was still smiling.

"Innocent? You saw what happened, Haru, that child dared to touch me with their dirty hands."

"Does not warrant for to hurt a child, does it?" Keiwa growled.

Keiwa had rushed to the front of the establishment upon learning that a child could be hurt.

"Keiwa-kun, I'm sorry for this."

"It's okay, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled at his girlfriend before he tended to the hurt child.

"Is that the plebian that you replaced me with?" Sugimura scoffed in disbelief.

"First off, he's not a plebian and secondly, what if he was?" Haru challenged.

"Him of all people? What trash can did you pick this street rat from?" Sugimura sneered.

"Taichi-kun, is anything hurting you?" Keiwa merely ignored the insults coming his way as he tended to the hurt child.

The child continued to sob but he nodded in response to the question.

"We will be talking about what you did earlier, okay?" Keiwa smiled at the child before ruffling his hair.

"I can bring carry him back to the building." A black-haired man offered.

"Please do, Ren-san." Keiwa nodded.

"Boys, let's teach this plebian a lesson of not interacting with people above their stations."

Men in suits suddenly appeared and got a hold of both Keiwa's arms.

"Tycoon." Ace said before nodding.

"Tycoon?" Haru questioned.

Keiwa sighed before he stomped the feet of one of his captors, freeing his right hand in the process, before using it to sock the other guy on the face, freeing his other hand.

"Wha-"

Sugimura was speechless at what happened. The biggest bodies he brought in order to intimidate the delinquent and Haru's high school were easily brought down by some no-name nobody.

"For real?! When Ace said that you fought, he wasn't kidding." Ryuji whistled.

"You can't do that! This is assault."

"I believe what you did, Sugimura-san was assault, Sakurai-kun merely defended himself." A black-haired woman stepped forward. "Make no mistake, had Sakurai-kun not fought back, I would have made arrests here and now."

"Mako-chan."

"What are you, a cop?"

"Not yet but Section 213 of the Code of Criminal Procedure allows anyone from civilians to firefighters witnessing any crime in progress to make an arrest." Makoto stated.

"Section 220 talks about illegal imprisonment." Sugimura smirked.

"Those would only apply to defamation accidental injury, illegal assembly, and the like," Makoto responded.

"Shouldn't you be arresting him, then?" Sugimura pointed at Keiwa.

"Why? He simply defended himself after you had your men assault him."

"Sugimura-san, was it?" Keiwa let out a long breath. "I suggest you take your men and get away from this establishment." Keiwa glared at Sugimura as he cracked his fingers with his thumb.

"Okay, this has gone on long enough." Ace showed his face to the trespassing group.

"You know, I don't really like it if anyone hurts my friends." Neon stood beside Ace.

"I assume you know us judging from how pale you look right now." Ace spoke.

"I think I have some capital to spend and buy the company out from you, Sugimuira," Neon smiled.

"That's a good idea, maybe he'll learn some humility."

"So I suggest before I really call someone to buy your company's stocks and demote you to janitor." Neon glared at the man.

Sugimura gulped before he scampered off to who knows where.

As soon as Sugimura left, Sara immediately fussed over her brother. She checked if her brother was hurt by the men Sugimura used to attempt to cause an injury to him.

Keiwa had reassured his sister that he was fine.

As soon as Sara was satisfied, Keiwa was approached by Ryuji who simply put an arm over his shoulders, grinning.

"I totally did not expect you to beat up Sugimura's men, I was about to rush in myself."

"Yeah well, if you have to fight for your life for a whole year, you learn a thing or two about defending yourself." Keiwa shrugged.

"It was that bad, huh?"

"It's all in the past." Keiwa smiled.

"Ryuji, can I talk to Keiwa-kun?"

"Go right ahead, I need to find Renren anyway." Ryuji grinned as he offered his seat to Haru.

"I'm sorry you had to be introduced to him on your special day." Haru apologized for what happened.

"It's fine, I would have been fine to let you handle him and it looked like you could have handled him but he went and hurt a child."

"Understandable." Haru nodded.

"Were you hurt?"

"My hand hurt a little after I punched that one guy flat," Keiwa chuckled. "Other than that, I'm fine."

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It came time for Keiwa to leave the orphanage with Haru. They had just succeeded in making every child sleep for the night after the whole afternoon party they had.

"I'm sorry you had to meet Sugimura like that." Haru apologized to the matron of the orphanage.

"Think nothing of it, it's a good thing you have a dependable boyfriend, huh?" The matron teased.

Keiwa and Haru blushed at the remark.

"Obaa-san!"

"You both should be off, it's getting later."

"Thank you for the surprise, obaa-san."

"Anything for you, Keiwa-kun." The matron smiled.

As Keiwa and Haru left the orphanage, Haru looked at her boyfriend.

"Did you like your birthday surprise, Keiwa-kun?"

"I did, Haru-chan, I really did," Keiwa kissed Haru's cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where did you get the idea to surprise me?"

"It was Neon-chan's idea," Haru revealed. "She told me that she has always wanted to attend a surprise birthday party, and I must admit, I do too."

"That's understandable."

"It was Sara-san who suggested that we use the orphanage you volunteer your time to as the venue."

"Typical nee-chan," Keiwa gave a fond smile. "She knows me too well."

"She mentioned how you'd rather have a birthday party at the orphanage rather than in a private venue so that the kids could also enjoy your special day."

"Yeah," Keiwa nodded. "I know the feeling of losing parents, I feel so lucky that nee-chan was there to support me and I really like to share the luck I enjoyed with them."

"That's so sweet, Keiwa-kun."

"I really love the surprise you gave me, Haru-chan." Keiwa cupped Haru's face. "And I've got a surprise of my own for you."

Keiwa kissed Haru on the lips, which Haru reciprocated.

"Did you have a Happy Birthday?"

"I did"

The couple resumed kissing under the moonlight.

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A/N: Haru X Keiwa is a ship that's really out there lol! But I kinda love it.

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[wisteria-empress]

My dear living adventure to escape (THIRD CHAPTER)

my dear-maybe this life is not for me

Author note

Hello everyone author here so in trying to update everyday I did write a lot more but it don't save so I'm trying to rewrite this on a school night wish me luck 🥲

"GIYU WAIT UP DONT LEAVE ME HERE WITH HER😢" was what sabito said before giyu left him

"Think this as pay back sabito" Giyu said looking back at Sabito with a grin Giyu was really leaving him well nothing we can do now

A few minutes later

"GIYU WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME"sabito was on the brink of tears how pitiful of Sabito always telling Giyu to act like a man yet not acting one himself what a fucking hypocrite Sabito is I hope Giyu finds a better man

Giyu was sitting on one of the garden benches when he respond back to Sabito 

"i told you one and I'll tell you again think of this as pay back" Giyu responded Giyu had no regrets for what he had just done

"Why are you like this Giyu?" Sabito cried out he went beside Giyu and joined him on the bench

Kizana watched in anger she was hiding behind one of the flower covered bush careful in to not making any sounds 

It was about 3 at the time and Giyu started to lay on Sabito shoulder that's when Sabito heard breathing where his shoulder was Giyu was asleep and Sabito had gotten flustered when he realized it he would've pushed Giyu off but he looked so peaceful and well beautiful his beauty was nothing compare to the garden he was far much more even compare to roses, daffodils,daisys,wisteria,Sakura,lotus,lilies,  

Kizana could only watch in jealousy

It was about 5 when they were called once again Giyu had stayed with Sabito until he got called for dinner since Tsutako thought Giyu had left a few hours ago and didn't realize that Sabito was still here

"Giyu"a voice said it also came with a knock and that person was Sabito he had brought Giyu some food and some spare food for the trip they were bout to take a trip with no guarantee of making it out alive well maybe not that but you get the gist 

By the time the lights went out it was 10 pm as well it was fall so it wasn't cold but it want warm either Sabito climb out from one of the windows in his bed room somehow he ended up with the smallest bedroom out of the 4 that was spilt amount his siblings and family it was still bigger than the servants quarter but smaller than either of his sisters or his parents

Giyu followed Sabito from the window Sabito jump down mid way as he slip against the walls it was hard enough to go down a wall but "a wall with no vines like in the books was even harder how does every book about how a royale escapes there's always some vine they use to escape" Giyu thought to himself Giyu was definitely the smarter one amount the duo he went to school with Sabito for as long as he remembered there wasn't a single moment in their lives that they were separated Giyu was also the one with a more feminine build Sabito was a lot more strong than Giyu only physically though physiologically Giyu was ,and there they were always there for each other no mater what 

It only took a few more seconds till Sabito hit the ground with a thump ..... he fell how fucking stupid of him even inosuke would do that, Sabito looked at Giyu when he gracefully landed on the ground unlike him but that's when the escape really started Sabito looked around to see if there was any guards in sight when there wasn't they made their move they ran faster and faster to the point Giyu legs were trembling they were out of the palace's property out of its range it was to a point there's chance no one would find them till early morning 

Both kids ran though the city by the time they were out of the kingdom it was about 12 if they kept at this pace they would be at the wisteria house by maybe 2 am 

Giyu was tired but they have to keep running or they'll get caught and who would want that they ran into the enchanted forest ,the enchanted forest was a a clear flower path with blossoms as well as wisteria surrounding it the forest lit up the fire flys flew and the gems in the ground shined Sabito picked up one of the flowers it was a peony he took the flower and put in in Giyu hair, Giyu face turned a bright red after that

(Yk how in Sao they level up their skills it's kinda like that but more sword play and elemental it's kinda a sao Genshin mix also Genshin vision names cause I like how it sounds)

The gems color only become more vibrant as they walked the trail till they came to an open area a grassy flowery meadow no more trees only clear ground from here to where as far as his vision could see Sabito jumped into to soft grass and laid there for a moment 

"Giyu come join me" Sabito said with a smile

"Look Sabito we're gonna have to hurry before that wisteria house thinks we made a sick joke of our reservation" Giyu looked at Sabito his eyes wandered of to some flowers in the distance as well as dragging Sabito to look at them 

"Take a Break Giyu really we've been running for like an hour so chill out"Sabito responded to Giyus attempt to try getting him to move as well as dragging him

"Oh well then I'm leaving you" Giyu said walking away from Sabito,Sabito was laying in the meadow until Giyu tried to drag him

Sabito looked at Giyu when he he started to walk away from him after some time of Giyu leaving the meadow and Sabito behind,Sabito heard something or maybe someone...........

Footsteps............

loud ones stomping so loud it trembled the whole forest the birds started to fly away and the tiny critters began to hide while others ran what he saw left him speechless............. 

.........A demon...... 

he thought to himself 'I thought these didn't exist anymore' anymore he said from he heard of demons when his father was a demon slayer, demons were man eating monsters that prey on humans, although Sabito has had training as a swordsman and was More than capable of taking down one himself he didn't have enough courage to do it himself

The Demon was a monstrously large, veiny, hulking monster with olive green skin, blood red fingernails, and beady yellow eyes with cross-hatch shaped pupils , all that training would do nothing against it he though when the demon turned its head to Sabito it stared at him with cold eyes 

"What do we have here?" The demon questioned Sabito never responded 

The demon reaches several of his arms at him with high speeds before he could react someone had pushed him before he could get hit 

it was ✨Giyu✨ and yet with Sabito not getting thrown by the demon , Giyu was knocked to a tree his arm hit the tree first it started to bleed gushes of blood coming out but before Sabito could react to the blood coming out of Giyu' s arm the demon again again took another swing to him again yet this time the arm fell off

"HUH HOW DID MY ARM FALL OFF?"the demon questioned as he took another swing at Sabito that same arm also fell beneath him, a elderly man with a tenth mask stepped in 

"EH WHO ARE YOU?"the demon questioned the man 

The man said nothing as he Took out his katana once again before he attempted to slicing its head off yet the demon dodge the attack as trying to form one himself  before one of his arms shot up from the ground the floor trembled once again

The took a swing at the demons neck with its sword and with it the demon was now dead his head and body started to fade into ash

"Are you boys okay?" The man questioned concerned of what just happened it was a lot to take in

"Im fine I think-" Sabito was cut off after remembering that Giyu still had blood coming out of him like a bloody tampon 

Sabito ran toward Giyu checking to see if he was okay the pulse was fast his heart rate definitely increase as well as there still blood from when he took a hit from the demon his arm would be okay and he would live but he did pass out, the man help bandage Giyu

Author note:

SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY AND MILE STONES ARE COMING UP SO I HAD ALMOST NO TIME TO WRITE BUT IM TRYING MY BEST AND THE TEAM MIGHT ACTUALLY DO A REREAD ON THIS SHIT SO YAY next chapter should come out in a week I know I said that last time but I'm really trying

Ending word count :1556

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[myth-blossom]

Hi, Blossom! I thought of another idea!

So canonically Penelope Scott is Madeleine's favorite artist and I feel like a lot of her songs work for her but I've narrowed it down to three:

Moonsickness

Lotta True Crime

Cigarette Ahagao

Take your pick, you know I'll love it!😊

Hi Issy! Thank you for sharing, I hope you like what I came up with! ❤️ (Inspired by Moonsickness)

The last place Lucas Grey expected to find his niece was on the roof of their safehouse. 

He volunteered to patrol at such a late hour because he enjoyed the peacefulness of his perch. Grey found comfort in the light breeze upon his face while his coat kept the rest of his body warm. He preferred the company of stars to the shadows on his bedroom ceiling. In the quiet of the night, he could finally relax on the rooftop, alone. 

Usually.

Grey cleared his throat and heard the soft sounds of sniffling cease. Madeleine remained laying flat on the hard surface of the roof, looking up at the sky with a sad expression.

“Madeleine?” Grey asked quietly. 

She lifted her hand and offered a weak wave before it fell back to her stomach. He had permission to approach. 

“Do your parents know you’re up here?”

“No,” she mumbled. “I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Fair enough.”

Grey lowered himself to the ground and sat beside her. Madeleine wiped the tears from her eyes before sitting up. Grey noticed she had pebbles stuck to her clothing from where she had been laying, but she made no move to shake them off.

They sat together in silence for a few minutes. Grey was about to ask if she wanted him to leave when Madeleine took the initiative to speak.

“Uncle Lucas…did you ever wish you could be normal?”

Grey blinked, unsure how to answer. “Normal in what way?”

“You know, normal, like…like hanging out with friends, living in one place, going to school…Is that something you ever wanted?”

”Well, I wanted to take control of my life and destroy those who were using me. Beyond that, I suppose not.” He tilted his head towards her. “I take it that you want to be normal?”

She sighed. “Sometimes. It’s hard to make friends when you don’t exist.” Madeleine sniffled and brought her knees to her chest, causing a small card to fall out of her pocket towards Grey. He examined the details and raised an eyebrow.

“Calypso Rieper, hmm?”

“Shit,” she muttered.

“Did Olivia make you a fake ID?”

Madeleine returned the card to her pocket with a sigh. There was no point in lying. “I made Olivia do it, please don’t be mad at her.”

“I assume Diana and 47 don’t know about this, either?”

“No.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Madeleine, why do you need a fake ID?”

“I wanted to get into a club.” At his bewildered expression, she continued before he could interrupt. “I was getting breakfast down the street when I saw some students that were around my age. They were talking about someone’s birthday party being at a nightclub nearby. I wanted to go, so I sat close to them and got the details.”

“You are too much like your father.”

“He trained me to be,” Madeleine shrugged. “Anyway, the party was tonight. I snuck out after dinner and took the bus to get there in time.”

Grey had only been an uncle for a short time, but he was certain that he should have felt mortified at this news, not strangely proud of her stealthy abilities. He held back such a remark and chose to inquire instead. “When did you return?”

“Just after midnight.”

Grey’s brow furrowed. “You weren’t gone for very long.”

“I wasn’t.” Madeleine rested her head on her knees. 

“Did something hap—“

“NOTHING happened,” she groaned in frustration. “That’s the problem!”

Grey was surprised by her outburst. He held his tongue and waited, sensing she would elaborate of her own accord eventually. Madeleine soon lifted her head from her knees to face her uncle with fresh tears in her eyes.

“I’m not like them,” she whispered. “I want to be but I’m not. I tried so many times tonight to be normal…to approach someone, dance with them, talk with them. But I couldn’t even find the courage to try!”

“Madeleine…”

“I don’t understand their world! They’re worried about tests and crushes and concerts while I’m worrying about Providence trying to kill me and my family!”

Grey exhaled sharply. It was safe to say that none of them had an average childhood, but Madeleine truly had an experience all her own. From what he was told, Madeleine was always on the move to protect her identity. She never mentioned any friends in her life…maybe she never made any, or maybe there was no one who truly knew her name outside of her parents (and now himself and Olivia). 

“Maybe you should talk with your parents about this,” he said gently. “Let them know how you feel.”

Madeleine shook her head. “No, and please don’t say anything to them. All I’ve ever known is hiding, but…I do understand the reason. I don’t want them to worry. I’ll be fine.”

Grey seemed unconvinced, but he would respect her wishes. He saw her shudder from another gust of the night’s wind. “You should go inside and rest, Madeleine.”

She rubbed her arms for warmth. “I will, but not just yet. I like it here.”

“Very well. I’ll return to checking the perimeter.”

Grey stood and shrugged off his coat before draping it over Madeleine’s shoulders. She bit her lip to keep from crying as she pulled the coat closer.

“It’s an honor to know you exist, Madeleine Burnwood.”

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[marvelmaniac715]

Sorry for the late entry, I got busy, but here’s day 12 of my fanfic advent calendar. As always, check my profile if you’re confused about what I’m talking about. Today, Chucky is twenty four (a year closer to the doll, and I have so much planned for those years!) and Tiffany is here! It might be a bit shorter, because I’m running out of stuff for human Chucky to do But the good news is that because Tiffany gave him his famous nickname, I can now stop calling him ‘Charles’. My idea for this is that he’d call himself by whatever name people most used at that time of his life, like ‘the baby’ as a baby because he didn’t know his name and ‘Charlie’ as a small child because that’s what his parents called him. 

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Chucky gazed lazily up at the calendar above his bed. He hadn’t checked it in weeks, cause he was always too busy doing… other things.

It was honestly great to have a girlfriend and not just a hookup. Tiff was a lot of fun, and they always had a great time together. Right now, they were both lying in bed, because they didn’t have any jobs to get to, they could stay there all day if they wanted to. And that’s why, contrary to popular belief, crime does pay.

But back to the calendar. It took a bit of mental maths to work out when he last checked it, but when he’d figured out when he’d last circled a date, he realised… it was Christmas Day.

He had to wake Tiff up for this, he’d always loved Christmas. As a kid, it was because of all the toys he’d get, but as he grew up, he began to appreciate the inventive ways he could kill people on Christmas Day. And a part of him that he never wanted Tiff to see was excited for the future Christmases he could spend with his own little family.

He imagined decorating a big tree, lifting up the littlest one to place a star or an angel on top. He imagined playing in the snow for hours, before Tiff called them all inside for dinner. He imagined spending time in stores, agonising over the perfect gift for each kid, and the fun of helping them open it on Christmas morning, watching their little faces light up when they saw that the thing they’d wanted all year was now their very own.

Call him sentimental, but he liked to dream of these things, even if they were unlikely to happen. He elbowed Tiff in the shoulder to wake her up.

“Hey, Tiff, wake up, it’s Christmas morning!”

Tiffany grumbled in her sleep and rolled over.

“Do ya want me to help you open your stocking or something? Cause I hate to break it to you Chucky, but I think yours would be full of coal.”

Chucky scoffed and replied:

“What? No, it’s just that it’s the festive season. Y’know, good will towards men and peace on Earth, all that crap.”

Tiffany went to get up, but Chucky pinned her down (gently) and protested.

“Hey, where are you going? It’s early!”

“I gotta go find work somewhere so we can pay the landlord, we can’t live here for free y’know.”

“Oh, that guy? I killed him a couple weeks back. He made the funniest sound when I cut off his leg. We don’t gotta pay anybody till the authorities realise he’s gone, but that could take a while cause the cops are shit round here…”

Tiff turned to him and grinned.

“Well, that’s the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.”

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #christmas #horror #fanfiction

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Book: Living A Jewish Life by Anita Diamant with Howard Cooper.

First, I do appreciate that I was able to get a hold of a revised edition on Libby. (Noticeable due to a 2023 update with some language changes such as b-mitzvah, using 'they', and not exclusively using heteronormative relationship language.) I have nothing against reading conversion 'classics', but sometimes it has been noticeable that I'm reading books older than I am.

The introduction gives a brief summary of how different movements came to be while explaining Liberal Judaism, touches on Hebrew (and a few learning tips if desired), explains mitzvah/mitzvot, and has some encouragement on getting started with "making Jewish choices" as an adult. There are four sections: Home, Life Cycle of the Year, Life Cycle, and Community.

Overall, I would say that this isn't half bad as a basic introduction that notes its American and Ashkenazi focused perspective. I do feel like looking into other introductory resources made some sections feel not as helpful as is probably intended for an absolute beginner, but I can't fault the book for that. Quite frankly, someone could write separate books on the history, movement differences, and different customs of some topics, so this is only aiming for a basic introduction. I did get the impression that lumping Reform, Reconstructionist, and Conservative together into 'Liberal' Judaism was causing some details to be noted with an air of 'oh, yeah, and XYZ too' (not outright dismissive, but with a less 'traditionally' observant lean).

(This has been tagged #reviews for tagging purposes on my personal blog and may not be a satisfying review for others. I have some notes from the first two parts below the read-more.)

Home subsections: Your Little Sanctuary, Shabbat, Good Deeds, What Jews Eat, and Jewish Parenting.

Your Little Sanctuary

Mezuzah - What they are, blessings, and a hanukat habayit [home dedication] that could be done with friends/family.

Books - Brief explanations of Torah, Talmud, Codes [practical guides to halachah], Midrash, Kabbalah [several texts associated with it], and Siddur.

Shabbat

Some history and explanations of differences over time and between different communities.

Creating Shabbat - Even if it feels like there's a lot of "don't do XYZ" around Shabbat, it's more about creating a particular experience. You get a weekly chance to create familial connection and peace in the household.

Getting Ready - Some practical advice. (The process of 'making this Jewish choice' offers starting with a Friday night dinner.)

Friday Night - An overview of blessings and common activities (giving tzedakah, singing, candle lighting, blessing for spouses, blessing for children, blessing for wine/kiddush, hand washing, challah, meal, blessing for after the meal/birkat hamazon, and sex is allowed on Shabbat). Of note that challah has to do with a step and blessing during making the bread, and it isn't exclusively the braided loaf associated with American Ashkenazi depictions. Attending Friday night service, Kabbalat Shabbat, can be optional, and depending on the time of year [sunset time] and the synagogue, there can be a difference in dinner happening before service or after (sometimes kiddush and a Shabbat meal will happen at the synagogue).

Shabbat Morning - An overview of the order of prayers and actions that are likely across Liberal Judaism, and a general note on children. (I would say this is an area where having a specific synagogue in mind can be more helpful than a generalization, but it probably goes without saying to check about children programs before going.)

Shabbat Afternoon - Lunch, kiddush rabbah, and some tips on what to do if 'rest all afternoon' isn't helpful.

Shabbat Ends - The steps involved in havdalah - light candle, kiddush, blessing over aromatic spices (flowers, fresh herbs, or freshly cut fruit can substitute), blessing over candle flame. Details may vary between communities, but usually some wine is poured into a plate and the candle dipped into it to extinguish it (while singing).

Shabbat Is Fail-Safe - This is definitely advice aimed at people worried about perfection and weekly inconsistency. Shabbat is a practice, and "perfection is not the goal of any practice". Remembering the Sabbath day is half of the goal, even if you're late to candle lighting, are blessing takeout, or have errands on Saturday. "If last week you forgot to make Shabbat, there will be another and another, each one a clean slate and a new beginning."

Good Deeds

"Because the human impulse to do good is not dependable, Jews are commanded to feed, clothe, and provide shelter to those who lack them - and to do the work of justice - by performing mitzvot." [Contrasted to charity from caritas "Xtian love".]

Tzedakah - Righteous giving. [Often monetarily in usage.] "Jewish law requires that even the poorest give to less fortunate than themselves, even if their gift comes directly from someone else's tzedakah." There isn't a specific number to aim for as a minimum or maximum in personal giving, but there typically are communal reminders and communal aspects (like food drives before a holiday) throughout the year.

Acts of Loving-Kindness - Presented as the definition of gemilut hasadim, which are face-to-face encounters. Traditionally "providing clothes for the naked, visiting the sick, comforting mourners, accompanying the dead to the grave, providing for brides, and hospitality to strangers" (but can also extend to in-person volunteering outside of this areas).

Tikkun Olam - Repairing the world. Current manifestations can look like social justice efforts, environmental advocacy, supporting LGBTQ+ rights, and other 'civil' areas of life.

What Jews Eat

"Kashrut, the laws and customs that regulate what Jews eat, can be understood as a way of hallowing the mundane act of eating and making it a way of 'opening out' to God."

Covers: Kosher/Not Kosher, brief explanations for pareve/kosher meat/kosher wine, hechshers, wide range of American relaxed-to-strictly kosher approaches, and a broad overview of historical differences in access to ingredients that have influenced Ashkenazi/Sephardi/Mizrahi cuisine. Overall, there's advice on not being afraid to look for kosher cookbooks/recipes, since many cuisines can still be eaten in a way that follows kashrut.

Jewish Parenting

I will admit that I skimmed this section moreso than hung onto every detail because I'm not terribly interested in the topic of parenting right now. Covers the importance of education, some differences in offering Jewish education to children, sleep-away camps and youth groups for teens, and a little blurb on how the ADA galvanized the families of disabled children to get more accessible Jewish education.

Life Cycle of the Year subsections: Jewish Time, Making Yontif, Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, Sukkot, Simchat Torah, Hanukkah, Tu B'Shvat, Purim, Passover, Lag B'Omer, Yom HaShoah and Yom Ha'atzmaut, Shavuot, Tisha B'Av.

Jewish Time

The basics of the Jewish calendar being lunar based, adding in a leap month [instead of a leap day], and the day starts at sunset.

Making Yontif

'Making a holiday' instead of just 'observing/celebrating'. There's an element of active preparation (hachanah) which can provide routes for more personal significance towards each holiday. Also: setting the stage, food, family time, and community. The Yontif Seder or 'Holiday Order' can include a blessing for candles, wine/kiddush, and bread.

Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur

A brief description of Yamim Noraim, the Days of Awe. Making yontif for the Days of Awe is primarily an introduction to the liturgy of the services (like Kol Nidre for Yom Kippur) and new words, such as machzor (special prayer book) and tashlich (symoblic casting of sin into a body of water).

Sukkot

There's some advice on building a sukkah, but there aren't a ton of details since many Liberal synagogues will have a communal sukkah to fulfill the mitzvah of dwelling inside one. There is a note that American Jews have included land acknowledgements at the end of the traditional blessings/prayers.

Simchat Torah

A basic description of Simchat Torah, but since it's very much at thing that happens inside the synagogue during service, there's not a lot. [There isn't a separate note about Shemini Atzeret, though this doesn't mean 'Liberal' Judaism ignores it entirely. As the end of Sukkot, it's just not often singled out as a separate holiday in some Liberal resources.]

Hanukkah

An explanation of what Hanukkah celebrates, how to light the hanukkiah, how to play dreidel, and an acknowledgement of complicated feelings about Xmas from one Jew to another. (As some readers may be converts with Xtian families or in interfaith families with a Xtian parent, some Jewish children may observe Xmas in other homes or have a blended Hanukkah/Xmas celebration in their home.)

Tu B'Shvat

An explanation of Tu B'Shvat, including how some came to use an adapted seder inspired by Pesach. (Most of the details are on how to start planning out one of your own.)

Purim

Most of Purim doesn't happen in the home whether that's the service in the synagogue or community set Purimshpiels, a costume party, or carnival (with comparisons to Mardi Gras and a mention of a parade in Israel). A seudah or feast is the only home activity, which is why hamentaschen, Purim ravioli, and other food customs are associated with this day.

Passover

Passover is very much a home based holiday, though there's a relaxed-to-strict spectrum of preparation (especially for "getting rid of hametz"). Kosher for Passover can vary a bit among communities [reference to kitniyot differences], but everyone should be aiming for no leavening agents, leavened products, or specific grains that can ferment for a week. The seder is outlined in a haggadah/haggadot, and especially in modern times with access to DIY resources, the exact details can vary a bit from one seder to another (shorter versions for young children, adding an orange to the seder plate, adding XYZ for a more modern cause, etc.). (Some Ashkenazi synagogues have taken inspiration from Mimouna - a Moroccan celebration/feast - to have a communal meal to end Passover.)

Lag B'Omer

A little bit on Lag B'Omer, though I do get the impression that Liberal Judaism doesn't pay much attention to counting the omer. (Jewish day schools may hold a field day, but it seems to mostly be mentioned because of Israeli observance.)

Yom HaShoah and Yom Ha'atzmaut

Yom HaShoah is 27 Nisan [different from International Holocaust Remembrance Day]. It commemorates the Warsaw ghetto uprising and specifically focuses on Jewish dead [instead of 'everyone']. Yom Ha'aztmaut is 5 Iyar; Israel independence day. [Some Liberal synagogues in the diaspora may not do much, but some add a prayer for Israel.]

Shavuot

Shavuot was originally an agricultural holiday, but post-Second Temple, it's a celebration of Torah with a special evening service and - in some communities - a tradition of staying up all night to study Torah and/or Talmud. Due to this, some Liberal Jews might associate certain food items (often dairy based for Ashkenazi) with this day, but others might not personally connect with synagogue or service related specifics.

Tisha B'Av

Tisha B'Av is mostly explained in a historical way with the impression that some Liberal synagogues have focused on Yom HaShoah as a 'communal grief day' instead of this day.

Noted so it doesn't feel totally incomplete, but the information is just basic enough that I didn't feel like copying any quotes or more detailed summaries:

The Life Cycle subsections: Birth, B-Mitzvah, Marriage, Conversion and Adoption, Death and Mourning.

Community subsections: Synagogues, Community Groups, The Jewish Community Online, Peoplehood.

#books #reviews

[saltynsassy31]

This is going to be a long one, and since I just need to let some thoughts out I'm going to cut it here

I've been in a strange mood lately, I'm not as depressed as I used to be, I think, or at least I don't feel as sad, rather I feel....empty almost, I feel nothing.

I'm stressed but also just floating with time.

But I also still do feel something, like happy or angry, but only when I reach the extremes.

I stare at an empty paper feeling angry, tired, annoyed, confused, lost, upset.

I feel so much that I feel nothing at all.

It's 3 in the morning and I feel so lost? Like I'm in some sort of haze, walking through a foggy forest with no clear path to follow, the signs are broken and point at the wrong direction so by not trusting it I take the path I feel like taking but I'm insure.

I have projects due this week, yet I don't seem to bother to finish them.

I want to draw and tell my stories but they feel so foggy and distant from where I am at, i can't generate a proper time line. When I try to draw it's like my muscles become noodles, weak, lazy, and all I want to do is sleep, sleep and sleep.

I don't want to die either, there is still so much more I want to do before that happens, so much more that I need to do but I'm just so tired lately.

I don't know how to describe this feeling, really, I'm not sad, like at all, i don't feel as lost as I used to be, I know what I want to do and how to do it. Just this part of my life is not it right now, and I guess that's just part of living.

I start to wonder if all of this is even worth it, if I should just quit while I'm at it, but that would just make things harder.

There is so much I want to express but there are no words for it, it just is, and it's frustrating, I wish someone could understand how I feel, no sympathy or anything, just understanding, I don't want help, or advice, just to be seen....maybe, idk.

I'm just listening to some retrowave music as I try to go to sleep.

I want....what do I want? I want many things, but right now I want to be floating in nowhere in particular, I just want to be floating in a place where everything feels purple and blue, where the smell of wet grass overflows my senses. I want to be sitting in my porch of my house that doesn't exist, staring at the sunset or sunrise, seeing those pretty blues, pinks and oranges, the stars slowly fading away, a jacket over my shoulders as the fairy lights from my porch light me up, the waves of the beach infront of my fictional house hitting the sand and socks, making soothing noise to my ears. I want soft music that gives me that sweet taste of nostalgia, the feeling of being young and naive, of the days where it would rain so hard we'd have to stay at home, my parents napping and me and my sister would build pillow forts and make a city with our plushies, playing pretend as the droplets of rain hit our window.

We'd open it to smell it and feel the wind because our city was so dry, this was a miracle.

The days we'd get back from school and go down to our apartment's pool and swim on it, floating as we stared at the abiss of the night, only the pool lights keeping us company, until we were called from the window to come eat dinner.

I guess I just miss that.

I miss...home.

A home that wasn't a place but a fleeting feeling.

I try to convey that in my stories, I'll be honest, i hate being labelled as the angst queen, my stories being nothing but a way to torture a character. Don't get me wrong i like to joke about it, but not when I'm being serious about a plot point in my story.

It's healing to have them go through so much and still find peace, to think of them in this place I just described even though they've seen and done so much, to know that it'll be okay after all, that in the end of the day, they can still watch the sunset.

It's peaceful to know they aren't alone, that it's okay...it'll be okay.

There's a reason why I like dreamcore so much i suppose, it's....how do I even put it? Healing? Bittersweet? Scary in a safe way?

I don't know anymore.

I like to imagine my ocs just having peaceful moments, just chilling and having fun, without worrying about anything but their own enjoyment.

I'm getting sleepy but there is so much more I want to say, even when nobody is reading, it's nice to say it out loud...or write it I suppose.

Idk, I'm not sure anymore.

My eyes are burning, I should go to sleep.

I have more to say but right now isn't the time, I'm not sure when is, but oh well, maybe I'll find words to describe these feelings one day.

Or maybe it's not words i need, rather ways to show it, through story telling or drawing....I'll find a way, good night.

#vent #salty rants

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02152023

I crave love so terribly, yet I don’t understand why anyone would find value in spending their life with me.

I don’t get it.

I feel like i’m pretty boring, actually. I have a few interests, of course I’d love to travel the world, but that’s it. If I were to go on a date right now, and the person asked me to describe myself? to tell them about me?

I wouldn’t know how to frame it in a positive light. I ran away from college and home to come up to one of the richest areas in central coast, where I live in a basement for $400 a month, go to a job 5 days a week where I pack candy for 7 hours, come back home to eat dinner & nap for too long, only to further destroy my sleep schedule for the next day. and somewhere in between work and home I find time to squeeze in studio sessions where I painstakingly make ceramics that I don’t sell. but i’m exhausted, constantly tired. I don’t have any special musical talents, i’m not good at sports, I don’t watch tv or movies. i hardly read books, I hate to argue. I hate it when I get mad because boy do I get angry. i’m afraid of love, terrified of it. I don’t know what it really means to feel love. I hate the word, it means nothing to me (i wish it didn’t). those 4 letters have only been a sad excuse to justify shitty parenting. I have mommy and daddy issues. I don’t have any relationship with family. family means nothing to me (I wish it did). it was proven time and time again that I was an inconvenience or too complicated to deal with growing up. my problems were my own, I had to handle the emotional repercussions of every life event. I have a hard time trusting people. I never believe it when people want to spend time with me. I go out of my way to avoid conflict at any cost. I don’t want to be seen as a nuisance, selfish, spoiled, uncaring, inconsiderate. I truly believe I am one of the ugliest people in existence. I have my father’s face. I don’t know what it’s like to have a fully unguarded, vulnerable and honest connection with a parent. I parent my parents, I have for a long time. i’m incredibly emotionally stunted. I don’t like sharing my problems with others because I don’t want to burden them. I don’t know what a lover’s touch feels like. i’ve never been on a date before, let alone someone’s girlfriend. i’ve been kissed once, but only by an ex-friend who used me for her curiosity. I don’t know what it’s like to have someone want to kiss me, to desire me, need me, love and seek me out again and again. by choice. a first choice. the only choice. but i’m afraid; the only relationship ever modeled for me was one of intense hatred, spite, determined misunderstanding, and voices hoarse from screaming venomous words. i’m afraid of becoming just like them. I resolved that the best way to mitigate the cycle was to become the martyr. peace, at the cost of my desires. but then is that really peace, if I am unable to reap the rewards of that which i’ve sown? i’ve made a vow to never have children. i’d rather die than maim and scar a child the way my mother has done to me. I feel like i’m better off not having a relationship of my own, spare someone the heartache of having to deal with my baggage. I often wonder if in another life, I had positive, healthy influences as a child, would I want to date, marry and have kids of my own with someone equally as lovely? (I think so). but in this life, I feel like it is my responsibility to rip the toxic merry-go-round from its roots, to die quietly. on my own. no one to answer to, therefore no one to harm. is that what I really want? of course not, i’m a hopeless romantic. I desperately seek love everywhere, in places I won’t find it. I dream of what it might be like to be the subject of someone’s affections. to share life with them, understand their dreams and aspirations and explore those with them, to celebrate their success and mourn their losses. I want to make someone feel loved, desired, wanted, appreciated, needed, understood. seen. I want to experience life together. I want true love. I want a devotion so deep I feel the glorious ache in my bones. I want to feel like I don’t have to hide any parts of myself, that I can feel comfortable in my own skin for the first time, to see myself the way they see me, to really understand what it’s like to feel loved. to find meaning in the word again. to be happy. so…what do you like to do in your spare time?

If they were smart, they’d run. how I hope they run.