#//i always come back ooOOOooOo

[lieblxng]

Hello everybody! It’s been a long while since I’ve posted here, I know. I was introducing one of my friends into RPing on Tumblr, and I finally mustered the motivation to come back. I’ve been meaning to for years, but my mental health took some serious turns downward so bad that I basically left the internet and only lurked on a few sites. It’s still doing badly, but I’m not gonna get into that here. I appreciate everyone who donated to me and reblogged my commission post, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to finish any commissions due to mental health complications so I deleted the post. Thank you immensely anyway, I love you guys to bits!

Part of the reason for me coming back is that I recently had surgery: originally I thought I had ulcers for my stomach issues, but it was actually gallbladder issues that I’ve had for years. It was a bit of an emergency surgery since I was sent to the ER twice and then promptly hospitalized due to the pain (like two days in a row). I don’t remember much since I didn’t get any sleep as I was hospitalized at like 2am and didn’t get any sleep, so it just happened in a blink of an eye. Anyways, I’m better now physically! Yay, no more agonizing pain and losing weight rapidly!

I left in the middle of the process of making more separated multimuse blogs since I think that would be easier for everyone, so I’m currently working on that again. The only one finished is the @ofthedelta one, so all my replies and starters will be through this blog until the separation is finished. Don’t worry, I’ll make promos and pin every RP blog I have on each new one including this one. “So what does that mean for @lieblxng?” you might ask. Easy, since it was heavily into the Pokémon fandom, I’m gonna keep all the Pokémon muses on this blog. So I’ll be working on that, getting the blogs back out again, following new people since a lot of people are also on hiatuses, and sending out old replies if people are alright with at least two year old replies ;; I am a clown…but honk honk, I’m working on it! I missed you guys a lot, and I’ve thought of this community as sweet and accepting so I’m very happy to come back, waaa- ;;;;

[princessbrunette]

“you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame” all mine by brent faiyaz!

kind of toxic ex!rafe coded ngl…

- malibu barbie

ooooooooo !! so this lyric has always reminded me of jj for some reason but i can definitely see the toxic ex!rafe comparison !!

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you’re parading this new beau of yours around at a party. your coming out as a couple, one might think. it was laughable, really — even rafe knew this poor excuse of a man looked pathetic in comparison to him. you’re glued to his side for the most part of the night, barely sparing rafe a glance and it’s really getting under his skin. he knows what you’re doing, you had brought him here just to shove it in his face.

the oldest cameron finally spotted his chance when your boyfriend had excused himself to the bathroom. weak, rafe thinks — at a party like this with the dress you’re wearing? rafe never would have let you out his sight. hell, he would have dragged you into that bathroom to have his way with you. if he needed to piss that badly he could have you hold the canon steady, letting you drunkenly giggle with two hands around his cock. this guys got no clue.

you wait in the hallway for your new man, and as soon as that bathroom door closes rafe is sliding up infront of you, leaning against the adjacent wall, pretending he’s in the one man queue to piss.

“hi, how are you?” he acts like he cares, kind and soft smile plastered on his face, not turning smug for a moment even when your eyes jump down to the glimmering chain barely tucked into his shirt, the same chain that used to batter you in the face occasionally during sex.

“hi, rafe.” you resist an eye roll, shifting on your feet with your arms folded over yourself. your body language was practically cowering at whatever seduction technique he was about to unload on you. you had grown stronger, but not that strong. not immune.

“i see uh— see you brought someone. what’s… what’s his name again?” he’s smirking, squinting and waving a hand by his temple briefly like he’s trying to remember. you blink at him, bottom lip begging to pout.

“his name isn’t important.” you defend, not quite realising how bad that sounds until it had left you. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows and looking around casually, lifting his glass to his lips.

“yeah, no… his name is definitely… not important.”

“what do you want? are you just coming here to pick on me?” the pout roams free, his behaviour even making you wanna shove him, stomp your foot — all kind of childishness. you always were terrible at acting unbothered.

“would never do that, sweetheart.” he softens but he doesn’t lose the ego, if anything it grows. “just… just curious, you know— wanna know what the hell you see in that poor sucker.”

“he’s nice. nicer than you, that’s for sure.” you frown, glancing at the bathroom door. what was taking him so long?

“yeah okay, nicer than me.” he chuckles quietly at the floor before pushing off the wall, entering your space. “nice isn’t everything. you know that though, don’t you?” he whispers, and you hate the way you clench from muscle memory around nothing.

“better than being treated like shit—”

“but i fucked you good though… right? that makes up for it. what—what about this guy? huh? make you cum?” he drags the back of his finger down the side of your face and you reluctantly bat him away. you stare behind him at the door, paranoid.

“rafe.” you warn, your tone telling him everything he needed to know.

“what… you tellin’ me he doesn’t make this pretty pussy cum? when it’s just so easy?” his hand slithers between your thighs and cups you through your panties under your skirt. your jaw drops, but no noise comes out. you can’t believe you haven’t pushed him away yet. it just… felt good to have a hand down there that felt right, even briefly.

he chuckles, removing his hand and fixing your skirt. he then lifts that same hand and gives you a condescending pat on the cheek. “just makin�� sure everything still… responds to me. happy to see it does.” he steps away just in time, the lock turning and your new man stepping into the otherwise empty hallway, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“what took you so long?” you bark irritably at the man unfairly, linking his arm quickly to drag him away once he’d stepped out the bathroom.

“oh shit.” rafe chuckles, lightly clapping the guy on the shoulder as you pass him, pulling him away before rafe could open his big dumb mouth. “nice seeing you, sweetheart.” he calls after you with a smirk, watching you bristle at the nickname from behind and disappear. he chuckles to himself once more, lifting his drink back up to his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[crimeronan]

Imagine Luz waking up in the in between realm and seeing the fight with the cubes. Seeing Hunter’s desperate fury and Belos’s struggle to finish him off 👀. The fight could probably be big enough to alert some people. Perhaps… even Lilith and Amity? Who just arrive and see Luz lying there…? Belos being like “he killed the princess, get him”, while Amity and Lilith know that’s not possible and are just shellshocked. All the while Luz is in the in between watching everything go down and desperately wanting to go kick Belos’s ass and tell everyone she’s actually ok and the titan is cool.

When she eventually comes back as Titan Luz, Belos’s christian puritan ass being so freaking shocked he’s like wait a minute you were dead. What did you see? How are you back? And then she delivers the final blow, “i can talk to the titan bish and he hates you” and bam destroys him.

What would even go on in Hunter’s mind? Belos’? Amity’s? Luz as she wakes up and realizes she’s dead? OooOooOoo goodness I LOVE THIS

HELL YEAH, LET'S GET LILITH AND AMITY IN HERE. always need as many people to witness the temporary character death as possible. Maximum Drama Baybey

belos going from trying to kill hunter to an immediate "he's MURDERED my POOR SWEET DAUGHTER" as soon as there are witnesses.... jesus christ. yeah that's on brand.

i think lilith would freeze and not know how to react, at first. but amity.....

this is back early enough in the timeline that amity and hunter aren't yet friends -- if anything, they're the Opposite of friendly. so hunter shouts at amity that he's Lying, he's making it up, he killed luz, don't LISTEN to him-

but he doesn't expect it to Work. because amity is a coven soldier before she's anything else. and amity only knows hunter as someone who can be violent, and nasty, and cruel.

except, like. amity has Seen hunter interact with luz. she knows he loves her, even if she doesn't exactly Get It. and more importantly, hunter is clearly out of his fucking mind with grief. and pain. while belos is clearly trying to save face.

so amity is like. yeah. alright. the emperor is full of bullshit.

time to wreck my entire life for a guy i hate!!

and she jumps into the fight. to protect hunter. i'm particularly fond of the idea of her dragging him across the room with teleportation magic & hunter being like "no, blight, you've gotta believe me, LISTEN to me" while she's like SHHH. SHUT UP SHUT UP DUMBASS. LET ME GET YOU OUT OF THIS

except belos makes it clear that he intends to execute hunter on the spot. and amity is like. well. unfortunately i will Not be holding him still for you. so. i guess we have to fight :/

and you Know that the moment belos lashes out at amity, lilith is going to go apeshit. the luz situation might make her freeze in horror/uncertainty, but when amity is threatened, lilith can move So Fucking Fast.

SOOOOOO fucking fast.

Delicious. touches the soil.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 3)

Raphael x GN!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

You look out on the soccer pitch you've requisitioned for the experiment as you lead your students toward today's science lesson. In the middle of the field is a gigantic blue tarp, on which are two rows of folding tables, wrapped up in black contractor bags. The pumpkins are placed in a single row on the tables, facing in, beside which are gloves, glasses, and the usual "mad scientist" PPEs.

You make an annoyed, but amused face. You can tell which ones are Raph's and which are yours because you carved normal, boring Jack-o'-lanterns, and he made fucking works of art because OF COURSE HE DID. Jerk.

The kids are stoked. The moment you said "we're going outside for science today," they were ON BOARD. And the second they see the experiment set up they lost their god damn minds. These kids are awesome.

After a scramble to select the right pumpkins, which included more than one fight over Raph's, the kids pick their places along the outside of the tables and begin exploring their setups. It isn't long before someone exclaims, "Dude, I've got candy!"

There followed a chous of happy, "Me too!"s and "So did I!"s and you laugh when you realize what he did.

"Excuse me?" says a kid at your elbow, unsure.

"What's up?"

"I found this." She says, pulling a post-it with familiar handwriting on it out of a pumpkin carved with a witch, and you can't help the grin that splits your face. He's such a sap sometimes.

You unfold the note fully:

The day we met I fell under your spell, and I never want to wake up.

You grin. Between the candy and the note, you can't believe he did all of this just to be sweet. Ugh. Gross.

"Hey, I got a letter!" Says another little girl, pulling a yellow paper out of a pumpkin with a spray of candy carved all over one side of it, "it says... 'Just one sweet kiss from you is worth all the sour moments...' awwwwww..."

You walk over to her, and she hands you the note, "Who are these from?"

You chuckle as you read over the note, "My boyfriend," you say to a chorus of ooooooooOOOOOOOO, "he helped me with the pumpkins last night."

"Did he do the good ones?" Asks the little shit at the end of the row.

You give him a withering look, and then laugh. "Yes he did, and he really needs to stop showing me up in front of my class."

"I got one too!" a little boy holds up a yellow paper, victorious that he could participate. He jumps up and down behind a pumpkin carved with some kind of monster, "I got one! I got one!"

"Okay! Okay! Let's see it!" You say, matching his enthusiasm.

The kid hands the note over.

"What's it say?"

"Ooooooooo"

"Shut up!"

"What's it say?"

"Shh!"

"I may be a beast sometimes, but you will always be my beauty."

"AAAAAWWWWWWWWWW"

"EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW-UH"

Ugh. God. You hate him. Why does he have to make you all giddy and stupid when you're fully across town and can't see him for HOURS?

"Found one!" Shouts someone else.

Occasionally, he'll leave you little notes in your lunch bag, but nothing like this. He was sweet, romantic even, but this was above and beyond his normal. You remember your suspicions from last night / this morning, and briefly wonder if he's been replaced by an imposter.

They hand it to you, over a pumpkin with a cat on it, and your grin is replaced with a sigh and a begrudging chuckle.

Lemme get that (see pumpkin).

Nope. Yup. That's all Raph.

Silence surrounds you.

"Well?" says a little boy in the back.

"This one's private..."

"Oh come on!"

"Seriously?!"

"Awwwwww"

"Hey, I got one!" says another little girl, waving it in the air above her head and the haunted house pumpkin.

There is silence as you take it from her.

"You'll always be my home. No matter how scary (shit) things get(s)." You grin and laugh, head in you hand. Eight-year-olds, Raph. They're fucking eight-year-olds.

There is a chorus of both delight and disgust. Once it dies down you look around at your students and huff out a deep breath, "HO-kay, are there any more notes?" You look up and down the row of pumpkins.

At the end, a kid with messy blond hair looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Avery? Did you find something?"

"No..." he says, unconvincingly.

You walk over to him and hit him with your "teacher look."

"Avery...?"

"I found something..." He admits, "but I want it," he whines, "it's my mom's birthday tomorrow and it's really pretty and I want to give it to her."

*Pretty...?*

...

After you left Raphael went to put the ring away before anything else could almost happen to it. When he reached into his pocket and found it empty, ice cold dread crashed over him.

No.

Oh no.

He looks around at the foam disaster that is the living room. It's in there. Somewhere. He dropped it and he'll find it while he's cleaning up and it'll be fine. Please let it be fine.

After meticulously picking up every piece of foam, every candy wrapper, and essentially tidying the living room from top to bottom, there was still no ring.

He storms into the lab.

"It's gone."

Donnie, who jumps, startled, as some hardware scatters across the floor, "Huh? What? What's gone?" He asks.

"The ring!" Raph yells, pacing, "the ring's gone!"

"Okay, breathe, when did you have it last?" Donnie asks, setting his current project aside.

"This morning. I just took it out to look at when I - " a look of horror comes over him, "the pumpkins. It must have fallen into one of the damn pumpkins."

"Okay, don't panic, the odds of something like that happening are... not fantastic." It wasn't a lie, technically, but conditions that would need to be met were pretty specific. And, while, yes, the chances are definitely quite a bit more than zero, his brother didn't need to know that.

Donnie places a stabilizing hand on Raphael's shoulder, and steers Raphael out of the lab, and back into the living room.

"Maybe it rolled under something," Donnie suggests. casually lifting the couch to check under it. Raphael does the same with the recliner and moves the coffee table to check under the rug.

On his way to check under the entertainment center, he brushes by Mikey, without a word.

"Rearranging?" Mike asks, brightly.

Raph ignores him.

"What's his problem?" He asks Donnie, making a face, and gesturing over his shoulder.

"He lost the ring."

"What ring?"

"Y/N's engagement ring."

"YOU'RE GETTING ENGAGED???" His excited screech ricochets of the walls.

"Jesus, Mike, I don't think they heard you in Jersey. Yes. Maybe. I don't know how I'm gonna ask her yet. Could you HELP?" He says, getting on his hands and knees to check under the entertainment center with his phone.

Mike immediately jumps in to help as Leo's bedroom door opens. He walks across the landing and places his hands on the banister, looking out over the living room.

"Did I... hear what I think I heard?" Asks the eldest terrapin.

"That depends, what did you think you heard?" asks Mikey, looking up at him.

"Something about Raph getting engaged...?"

"Oh... Then, yes." Says Mikey, returning to the search.

He nods, accepting this, it was bound to happen eventually. "So, what's going on... here?" He gestures to the living room.

"Raph lost the ring," Don says over his shoulder without looking up.

"Ah." He says, nodding, fighting the amused smile. He knows that Raph could ask you with a ring out of a 25¢ machine, and you'd still say yes.

Jumping the railing, he lands on the floor below, before scanning the lower level of the lair, "Well, what's it look like?"

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Tag list

@thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @fyreball66 @ninnosaurus @tmntngl @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @zagreustomb @ramielll @silverwatergalaxy @gornackeaterofworlds @daedric-sorceress @sophiacloud28 @iridescentflamingo

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[thecrownestt]

"Go on, tell me what sound does a pretty girl makes!"

"Moo!"

Her 'moo' was high pitched and sharp, as if she was an eager volunteer responding to a request. Yes! I know the answer and am happy to share it!

As he twirls a fork into a balanced mix of creamy noodles, she starts smiling and wiggling to get perfectly cozy on the couch. There's a grin of his own that can't be hidden. It's so much to enjoy.

"Oh, honey, I can't believe it's slipping my mind so soon, but could you please remind Daddy what sound a pretty, hunnngry girl makes?"

She settles in even more deeply. There's a fork being brought to her expecting mouth. There's another hand brushing her hair back, where the calm touch becomes more guided and stern, holding her attention upright and forward.

Eyes flutter. Determination sinks in. A breathy sigh escapes.

"...Moooo."

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The bowl of pasta is empty. All background noise disappears and is replaced by their screaming internal thoughts.

"Moo!...moo!...moo!....ohhh...fuckkkk....mooo-oooOOOooo-oooOooOo."

He's entirely dictating the situation. A few bites of pasta became kisses on her neck. A few more became gentle caresses. The build up was slow. She got more if she ate more. It never wasn't this way. It's how he liked to treat his pretty girl.

"Muhhh, moo! MOO!"

Two fingers dragged their way, slowly, so slowly, up and down her pussy. Never dwelling in one place. Never actually giving the tempo or pressure she needed to crest this orgasm. Torture. Torment. Begging. Please. He suckled on her breast with a certain desperation and grateful zeal.

Reaching over to the plate, he got his free hand on one of the remaining breadsticks. He dipped it into Alfredo sauce and brought it to her face. She didn't care to wait for his question. She didn't care she was eating a fucked amount of food since meeting him. She needed to cum. Bad.

"MOOO!" It came out frustrated. Angry. Feed me. Now. Let me cum. All of those feelings in one brief grunted sound.

His two fingers were dragging their way towards her clit. Just. Stay. There. Do it. Please please please.

"Be a doll for me, what sound does a COW make?"

Her screams echoed across the house as he finally gave into her needs.

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The dishwasher stirs as he puts the last of the trash in the garbage. Fatigued and satisfied, he grunts in approval of the cleanup.

Over in the living room, the couch is a mess. So many crumbs. Always crumbs.

Down the hall, there's a faint sound. Bemused, he makes his way to the bedroom where it comes from.

She's asleep, but it isn't exactly graceful.

Choppy, gaspy snorts. Overly loud, deep deep breaths.

The poor thing, her rest being interrupted and inhibited by a heaving chest and lungs being squeezed out by her packed stomach.

He snuggles up next to her. Her snoring filing the room. Barely a minute goes by where she isn't grunting, choking, or simply being a loud sleeper.

Just the sounds that a pretty girl makes.

[ohbo-ohno]

A knock at the window of a space station

From the prompt list thingie for Gaz x Reader please? Spoopy ooooooooo

1k game here - no more please!

my best attempt at space horror :') also i know less than nothing about space and astronauts so we're all just gonna pretend this is accurate.

0.8k of astronaut gaz x astronaut reader and the fear that you're not alone in space. no smut! also this is more of just like... a plot bunny than anything. it doesn't really have a clear storyline or an ending. sorry!!! i couldn't come up with anything lmao

"Kyle, seriously," you groan, watching him float across the shuttle in his best attempt at pacing. "It's nothing. We've just been up here too long."

"I'm telling you, I heard something!" He says, voice rising. He hasn't been able to calm down since he woke you up in the middle of the night (well, what passes for night in space). He's adamant that something knocked on the window.

"It's not possible," you sigh, irritated after an interrupted night of sleep. "Work through it logically, Garrick - what do you think could have knocked?"

"I don't-" he runs a hand down his face, visibly frustrated. "I don't know! But I know what I heard, alright? Can't you trust me?"

You sigh, pushing yourself away from the wall and floating close enough to cup his cheeks in your hands. "Of course I trust you. I wouldn't have signed up to lock myself in outer space with you if I didn't."

Your attempt at humor fails, and you sigh, pulling him closer and pushing back so the two of you can rest against the wall.

"I trust you, Kyle. I'm just saying that I don't think the noise you heard is anything to be worried about, alright?"

He takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I know, I'm sorry. It's just..." he shifts to hold your wrists, leaning close enough so your foreheads meet. "It scared the shit out of me, love."

You mimic his breathing, taking slow, deep breaths. You can feel him shaking against you. Kyle's always been the emotional rock of your duo, it's taking everything in you to not feel rattled by his fear.

"It's nothing," you reassure, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones. "We've just been alone here for too long."

"Yeah," he nods. "You're probably right."

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You're the one who hears it next.

You're the only one awake, Kyle asleep in his bunk while you sit near a window, gazing out into space and thinking.

It's been hard to shake whatever Kyle thinks he saw.

It's been days since he last mentioned it, but you can tell it still bugs him. He's twitchier than usual, always a little defensive. He seems particularly worried about how much longer the two of you are meant to stay up here. You try your best to distract him, but you haven't been able to do much.

You sigh, rubbing some warmth into your chilled fingers. It's always cold in space, no matter how much you try to fight it.

You only hear the sound because the rocket is otherwise silent. Space is always a little suffocatingly silent, but since you and Kyle aren't trying to fill the quiet it's almost oppressive.

The knock is sudden and loud, surprising you so much that you nearly pull a muscle jerking toward the sound.

There's... nothing there.

Of course there isn't, you tell yourself. What would there be? A bright green alien waving hello?

Still, you're almost more uncomfortable by the sight of an empty window. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to think rationally.

You know, at least, that there was a sound. It was too loud, too clear, for you to have imagined it. And you know that it came from the outside of the ship - or, well, you hope. If it came from the inside, you have a much bigger problem.

The silence comes back after the knock, just as oppressive. You have to force yourself to take measured breaths, unable to tear your gaze away from the window across from you.

There's nothing. Of course there's nothing - what would there be?

Still... you can't shake the feeling that you're missing something.

You breathe deeply, force you hands loose when your nails prick your palm and you realize you've had them clenched. Gaz hasn't woken, despite how loud you remember the sound being. Nothing is any different in the small room, nothing is wrong.

You force yourself to relax, still unable to look away from the window. There's nothing there.

Eventually you doze off, leaning in your seat. You're distantly aware of Kyle moving you sometime later, of relaxing onto your cot and settling more deeply into sleep.

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Neither of you talk about it.

You hadn't planned to mention that you heard the knock, worried that it would only make Kyle's paranoia worse if you fed into it. But you find yourself sharing in that paranoia now, constantly waiting for another sound.

You hope your time to go home comes sooner rather than later.

The two of you don't talk nearly as much these days. It feels like you're waiting for another shoe to drop, just waiting to hear the knock while you're both awake. For now, you can still dance around the topic.

Kyle's eye bags become more noticeable everyday. You don't say anything, because you know it's the same for you.

You watch the windows as much as you can. Nothing changes, nothing moves.

You breathe deeply, and flinch when you hear another knock.

[ink-flavored]

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

thank you!! i think this is a perfect one for P&J >:3c

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

Going down the hall was easier than he thought, able to lean against the wall the whole way down. At the corner, he stayed back, and peeked around the threshold. He saw a flash of Justice in the kitchen, moving between counters to grab at ingredients and utensils, and… Kindness, her back facing him and afro rimmed with angelic light. So she was back.

Pride felt a pinprick of guilt for being wary of her, after everything she’d done for them both, but shook himself free of it. He pressed as flat against the wall as his body would let him get, and strained his ears to listen.

“—don’t understand your reasons,” said Kindness.

“I told you my reasons,” Justice replied. Something metal scraped along the counter.

“They’re as altruistic as always, but—”

Justice sighed and interrupted, “It’s not altruism, Kindness. I love him, like I said.” Pride caught his heart in his throat. “I’m not defending him out of duty or responsibility. It’s more than that.”

“And that’s why I don’t understand.”

“I can say it as many times as you want—” The clatter of something ceramic cut his sentence in half, “—but you have to ask me a different question, at some point.”

“Fine. Do you expect this to end well?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be harsh, but he’s—he’s a demon.”

“And?”

“Justice, he’s not like us anymore.”

A palpable silence cut the air. Pride felt choked for breath.

“I’m not like you anymore either,” Justice said, measured and calm.

“You—”

“I’ll be a human in weeks, if not days. I would have become a demon, too, if he hadn’t stopped Honesty from damning me.”

“I know. I was there.”

“Then how is Pride any different from me?”

Something tapped on the counter. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?”

“I mean that if—when this is over, when we stop Honesty, and everything goes back to normal... he can’t come with us. He won’t be able to stay in Heaven. Even if he could, would he even want to be there?” Justice fell silent. When he didn’t say anything, Kindness added, “Do you really expect this to end well? For either of you?”

Pride’s heart sank from his throat to his stomach. That was the one part of their plan that he hadn’t wanted to think about. On purpose, he ignored it, stopped thinking about any and all future beyond stopping Honesty and fulfilling his stupid contract. From there, time stopped. He couldn’t let himself think about it. And he knew Justice had been avoiding it too.

Neither of them had an answer. But Pride was a little afraid of what Justice would say. What he would admit about how doomed their love was. Because from the beginning, they both knew it.

OOooOOoOo what HAPPENNSSSS??? stay tuned to find out!!!!

[send me a dragon themed writer ask game]

[fahbev]

Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object pt2

Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bahfev/715070691717840896/unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object?source=share

(Guys idk how do that thing where the link is words can someone explain?)

“Right, I forgot why I was here. It definitely wasn’t for a drink.” Yal-sre stood up, seeming much more intimidating than when Sophia had approached them.

“Oh.” The bartender backed away farther, making themself smaller as well, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Actually, Aolli, I think there is. If you come with me out back, there are some answers I’d like to order.”

The bartender - scratch that - Aolli gulped, and dipped their head. Sophia was again impressed by the very Earthly body language. “Coming right up, Sir.”

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“Hoooh, this just got interesting!” Sofia stood up.

“Sophia, you needn’t follow.”

“Actually, I do need follow. No way I’m just sitting here bored outta my mind while you deal with your drama outside.”

“You’ll only scare them.”

“What was it you just told me again? They’re already scared of you no matter what. Come on, if it’s information you need I can be the ‘bad cop’.”

“Exactly! I am scary enough on my own; I don’t wish to be cruel. You being there is excessive. You can’t follow.”

“Yes I can. Unless... you want to try to stop me? I’m always up for a challenge,” Sophia grinned and cracked her knuckles. Aolli seemed to pick up on her show of aggression and whimpered. So odd, when Aolli was so clearly not Earthling. Yal-sre seemed more to notice her words themselves as a threat.

“You’re right. I can’t stop you. Aolli, come with me. Sophia, do what you will.” Yal-sre ushered Aolli toward the door. Sophia followed in suit.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” Chatter began full force as soon as the space orcs left the bar.

“Please- I swear I- I’ll tell you everything I know just please don’t hurt me!” Aolli shrank into a ball on the ground, paws over head.

“Listen, I won’t hurt you-“

“I will!” Sophia interjected.

“-Sophia, stop. I just want to know where my sisters are.”

“Ooooooooo, you took their sisters? You should be more careful who you mess with.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know where they are, I swear!”

“Liar,” Sophia accused.

“You took them away,” Yal-sre continued. “I watched you double check the locks and cart them off like animals. Where are they?”

“I don’t know! I’m telling you! I was just following orders, and I don’t work for them anymore! I’m- I’m a bartender now!”

“Good for you; that’s not what I asked.”

“So,” Sophia crouched down in front of Aolli, “You gonna spill the beans? Or do I have to squeeze them out of you one by one?” Aolli squeaked. How pathetic.

“Beans?” Yal-sre asked.

“Yes, beans. Spill.”

“I- I can tell you where I took them, but they won’t be there anymore.”

“How do you know that?” Yal-sre asked.

“It wasn’t a permanent location, it was more of a- like a trade center! I just took them there and handed them off to someone else. I don’t know where that person took them!”

“Dammit!” Yal-sre tensed in... anger? Frustration? Fear? “Do you know... can you at least tell me if they’re alive?” Yal-sre’s voice softened. Sophia stood back up.

Aolli uncurled themself a little; “I don’t know, I’m sorry. They should be alive, but I haven’t heard anything of your sisters since I handed them off. I can’t guarantee nothing’s happened.” Yal-sre stepped back, and hunched their posture.  “I’m sorry,” Aolli repeated.

“No you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am. I- yes I’m scared of you, but that’s not why I’m apologizing. I really do regret my past. I’ve done shitty things, but we used to be friends and I still care about you.” Aolli did sound genuine, but-

“What? You used to be their friend? That’s a betrayal if I’ve ever seen one!”

“I know! I know! I’m sorry!” Aolli flinched back into their protective ball.

“It’s...” Yal-sre said, “... a little more complicated than that. But in essence, yes.”

“Damn.” Sophia turned to Aolli, “HEY BITCH!” she grabbed their shoulders and began to shake them forcefully, “WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?”

“AIEAISAIEOAI-!”

“Sophia stop!” Yal-sre reached out as if to stop her by force, but seemed to think better of it. Their words did the trick, though. Sophia huffed and shoved Aolli backwards into the wall before stepping back. Aolli continued to whimper and shrank impossibly smaller. 

“We’ll get your sisters back.”

“What?”

“We’ll find them.”

“What if they’re already dead?”

Sophia scoffed; “It’s gonna take a hell of a lot to kill a rragletatch. Plus, Aolli said they should be alive, it’s dumb to assume someone is dead just because you haven’t seen them in awhile. We’ve gotta assume they’re alive.”

“You say ‘we’.”

“Yes, I’m helping you. Whether you like it or not.”

“Why?”

“I’m bored.”

“That’s a really bad reason to make big commitments to dangerous things, but ... thank you? I don’t... even know where to start.” Yal-sre looked down at the floor.

“I’ve got an idea...” Sophia gave Aolli a wicked grin. Aolli looked up from their flinch-ball position, before reading her expression and tucking themself back.

“Aolli can tell us where they last saw your sisters, and we can start asking questions around there.”

“I- it’s fshhhhAK: Naychshhh on planet Nayerzwu. That’s where I dropped them off.” Sophia pulled out her mobile device and enabled dictation.  “Set route for fshhhAK: Naychshhh: Nayerzwu.”

“You may have mistyped your search, fshhhAK: Naychshhh: Nayerzwu does not exist. Would you like to see similarly named cities in Naychshhh: Nayerzwu?”

Sophia gripped her device like a boa constrictor killing its prey. She glared daggers. “You lied.”

“NO, NO, NO! I didn’t lie! It’s just not on any maps, it’s uncharted! Off the books! That’s why it was used as the centerpoint for the illicit stuff, they knew we wouldn’t be caught in a place that ‘didn’t exist’!”

“LIAR!” Sophia roared.

“Eeeek!”

“Now, wait, Sophia-” Yal-sre interrupted, “That does sound plausible. They could be telling the truth.”

“Fine. Give us precise directions, and we’ll see.” Sophia loomed over Aolli.

“I- I don’t think I can. Most of the way there is also uncharted. I was shown the way there by someone, and I remember my way mostly by my senses than anything else. I’m not lying I swear! Please don’t hurt me!”

“Are you definitely, 100% certain you’re not lying?” Sophia just had to make sure.

“Yes! 100%! Please believe me!”

“Okay. Then you are going to take us there.” Sophia said.

“...”

“... what?”

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guys i’m not good at editing. If there’s any parts where you can’t tell who’s speaking, please tell me!

[doveatheart]

Welcome to the show~ Hazbin hotel Angel dust x Reader

This is my first idk what to call it, story? But anywhoooo give a little grace. Hope you enjoy!

Before you read just some things to know, reader is g!n. That’s really it…

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You were falling. You didn’t dare open your eyes. The wind around you brushed your face tauntingly. You hit the ground with a Thump and a groan emitting your mouth. You opened your eyes slightly. Your first impression was interesting. From the red sky with a pentagram, to the fights other sinners were getting into. You knew where you were. No doubt you were in Hell. You had come to terms when you were alive that you soul would live down here in eternal flames for eternity.

Your instincts then kicked in. Where were you gonna go? Obviously you need to make an impression. It’s either fight or flight, and you plan on being known. You got up, only to be met with white fluff.

“Hrmph.” You detached from the soft fur to be met with a sinner. He undoubtedly looked like a spider. His multiple arms gave it away.

The spider looked down at you.

“Hey-“ He looked at you. He noticed your torn up clothes and your slightly scared look… You knew in his eyes he pitied you. You were always good at reading people. He backed up a bit from the close proximity and said, “Hey toots. You look new.”

“Yea, just fell.” You replied, grabbing your arm and rubbing it nervously.

“Angel Dust. Nice to meet cha’. Ya know, you lucky you ain’t bombarded by some creep.” He said. He knew Valentino would kill for a new soul and he ain’t gonna let that happen.

“(Y/N), you too.” No doubt you both felt as if you knew each other.

“Wait, (N/N)?” You immediately recognized him.

“Anthony?” No doubt this was your childhood bestie.

Angel, or Anthony, immediately brought you into a tight hug. He never thought he’d see you again. You were his lifeline. You kept him sane after his crazy mafia dad made Anthony’s life a nightmare. Some of Angel’s “Fans” noticed him, and he rushed you outta there like no tomorrow. He didn’t want you to fall into the same trap he did. No, he will never let you make that same mistake he did.

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He kept blabbering on about some Hotel that you can stay at. You were in a trance the whole walk. You were most focused on your surroundings. You were always weary to trust. But with Ant (your nickname you gave him) it came naturally. Before you new it, you were on a path. Cement to be exact. The hot sidewalk led up to a massive hotel, its red paint outside matching nicely to the red sky of Hell. You looked to the top and saw the words “Hazbin Hotel”. Angel threw open the heavy wooden doors and pushed inside, immediately calling for someone named Charlie. A bubbly blonde girl rushed in.

“Angel what’s the- OMG HIEEEEE! ANGEL WHOS THISSSS? HI MY NAMES CHARLIE! IOWNTHISHOTELANDIMSOEXCITEDYOURHERE!AREYOUSTAYING?” She stood shaking your hand nonstop. She wore a red suit, with these red circles on her cheeks.

Hmm. Interesting. Something to ask about later. Right now you need to get out of this handshake that was now starting to hurt from the girls grip.

“Vaggie! We have a new guest! Come see!” The girl called out. Then another girl with white hair, and a very distinctive ❌ over her eyes emerged. She held her spear at the ready, which glistened in the light.

“No need for that Vags.” Angel replied, trying to get the woman to put away the weapon, gently pushing away the shining spearhead. “Everyone meet the best, cutest little patootie in the world, (Y/N)!” He was obviously happy to see you.

“What’s your purpose here.” The spear girl asked.

“Uhhh, I honestly don’t know. I just fell and Anthony found me and brought me here.” You turn to your friend. “Why am I here Anthony?”

“To stay with your best friend of course!” He said side hugging you and ruffling your hair.

“OOOOooooo! I get your room key! Nifty! Get a room ready!” Charlie then sped off to the front desk.

“Wait hun-“ Vaggie then ran off after the cheerful hotel owner.

“Soooooo, what do ya think?” Angel asked you.

You looked around. Everything was a shade of red. The walls, the carpets, even the curtains. The one thing that stuck out was the bar. Behind it sat a grumpy cat. You found yourself very interested in his wings. You wanted to touch them to see how soft they were. OR his ears, OH HIS EARS. You could only imagine the soft fur. Angel saw you staring at the bartender.

“So you’ve taken a likin’ to Husky too~” Angel said. Then pulled you over. “Kitty, meet (Y/N). (Y/N) meet Husker, the bartenda’ of this fine joint.”

Husk just grunted in response and continued wiping his glassware, only looking at you once. You chuckled at his reaction.

Then the cutest little one eyed thing ran past you.

“That’s Nifty, the housekeeper.” Angel said

“Hi, I like to clean.” The little cyclops said before scurrying off and muttering, “Dust, Dust, So much dust, I need to clean this dust!”

“We’re pretty sure she’s harmless….” Angel said hesitantly before turning to Husk.

Then behind you, you heard static, not a normal static but something along the lines of radio.

”Angel. You didn’t tell me we were getting a new guest.” Said the voice behind you.

It honestly scared you. One second there was nothing there, the next there’s someone breathing on your shoulder. You turned around.

”Ah, hey Smiles,” Angel said Cooly.

You knew the moment you saw His face he was important. Your gut knew he was somewhat a threat. The strangerhad red hair, with black tips that was cut short, in his hair sat two tufts of hair that resembled ears and two little itty bitty antlers. He wore a red pinstripe suit, a black bow tie, and held a long microphone staff which he leaned on. He tilted his head, amused by your immediate reaction of him. Man, who does his hair? He really needs to go to a different stylist. As if almost reading your mind (Why wouldn’t you be surprised) he asked.

“Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Great! I’m Alastor, the Radio demon! Surely you’ve heard of me from my Radio broadcasts.” He held out a hand and you shook it.

“Uhh sorry, Mr. Demon. I- uh just fell.” You replied stuttering a bit. His aura was enough to get the toughest guy shaking in his boots.

“Alastor!” You knew the voice to be Charlie’s, across the lobby from its unusual happiness. “Could you come help me?” Alastor walked away without another word.

Ya. You could get used to this team of misfits.

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A/n: Omg! My first ever public story! I’m so glad my first could be with Angel! Love that weirdo. Sorry if the character seemed off. I’m tryin’. Anywho, Ty’s for reading! I rlly appreciate it. Please give me ideas cuz me brain is not working. Love y’all!

[itshoneywhatever]

Ooooooooo werewolf au for the WIP game 🐺👀

Instead of sharing my thoughts on the story, I’ll share some of what I have written already. Hopefully you’ll like it🥰

Hangster Werewolf AU

Unlike his father, who was bitten in his late teens, Bradley’s been a werewolf his whole life.

He’s used to it.

It’s who he is. And he’s okay with it.

He’s not going to lie and say it has always been easy, because it hasn’t. Even with his father’s guidance, sensory overstimulation was a bitch to deal with when he was a kid and his first shift had been an absolute nightmare.

But now, at 35 years old, shifting is as easy as breathing for him and he sometimes looks forward to full moons.

Him and his wolf get along just fine, he trusts his wolf’s instincts when it comes to people, he’s able to recognize when someone has bad intentions and who he’ll end up creating long lasting bonds with.

His wolf recognizes Mav and Ice as family, Nat is part of his pack —the one his father told him he would create at one point— and the rest of the daggers squad are slowly being recognized as part of his pack too.

Bradley and his wolf have only once not agreed on how they feel about someone.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the bane of Bradley’s existence.

When they first met, they had gotten along okay-ish but then the jabs started, the riling up and pushing each other’s buttons, and while Bradley hated it, his wolf loved it.

His wolf was at all times hyper aware of Hangman’s whereabouts, even when they didn’t interact his wolf just knew where the blond was and he would perk up whenever Hangman was close by.

His wolf loves Seresin’s attention, and Bradley hates himself a little bit because of it.

How can his wolf like Hangman so damn much when he’s an asshole? Granted, Bradley is as much of an asshoe to the blond but that’s beside the point.

(There was an incident, back when they both were in Pensacola, where Hangman had a training accident and needed to stay overnight at the infirmary. For an unknown reason to Bradley, later that night he had snuck into the infirmary and spent the night as a wolf curled up under the blond’s bed guarding over him, making sure his heart was still beating to a healthy rhythm. When morning came, he snuck back so no one could see him. Bradley refuses to revisit that memory too often and he definitely doesn’t think about what that means.)

Then, he’s called back to Top Gun and Hangman is there and his wolf is happy to see him again.

When Hangman spouted those words about his dad’s accident and not so subtly putting the blame on Mav, Bradley launched at him hell bent on ripping him to shreds and the only reason he hadn’t done that was because his wolf had growl at him. Not at Hangman, but at Bradley himself.

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Let me know your thoughts 💞

[the-bloody-sadist]

Do you mind if I ask you some random thing? I used to love shounen and shoujo manga equally....But ever since I found BL manga 3 years ago, my interest in shoujosei (especially het romance) decrese a lot, and what I search for is just the dynamic between mc (male) and male lead...I don't want to read mc (female) and male lead or mc (male) and female lead...And what I want to read mostly are just mlm or wlw stories....

What do you think is happening to me? Is it really weird?

Ooooooooo I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS QUESTION!! THAT'S SO FASCINATING! THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING ME! If my friends know anything about me it's that I LOVE to psychoanalyze, so let's see what I can do here *cracks every knuckle*---

I'll preface by saying I have NOT read any het romance in the MANGA world at least--or otherwise japanese/chinese/korean sources--but did grow up only reading/watching/writing that and thinking I hated romance in general because it was so fucking boring LMAO. If I can compare any het media to non-American BL media, I would have to say anime is my only reference!

With that said, I came through the same arc you did. I tried het romance my whole life, suddenly fell upon BL, said WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS AND WHY IS IT SO GOOD COMPARED TO THE SHIT I'VE BEEN READING, never went back to het romance, and now do BL in all shapes and forms full-time.

What seems to be the big factor in BL/yaoi being so much more enjoyable is that there's an inherent difference in the dynamic of male/male vs. male/female--as portrayed by media, at least. And there's just something about that dynamic that makes it more gripping. It's easier to feel that line of tension between the characters, not to mention the fact that most male/male couples' conflict is far more relatable than the ones I see in female/male. In het media, I tend to see incredibly petty choices of conflict, whereas a LOT of BL chooses trauma, mental illness, and sometimes the acceptance of being gay as the reasons the couples struggle.

I identify far more with those issues than I do with the more stupid conflicts I see in het media like "HE'S WITH ANOTHER GIRL WHATEVER SHALL I DO!" (and it's just his sister) or "HOW DO I KNOW IF I ACTUALLY LIKE HIM? MAYBE I DON'T! LET ME THROW HIM FOR LOOPS AND GO BACK AND FORTH!" and other common, annoying tropes. Especially the jealousy and love triangles. BL does some love triangles, but it's just less...petty? There are usually more founded issues for the conflict that comes from those situations.

I say this with hesitation, but I also feel that BL/yaoi tends to have more creative and unseen concepts than het media. Actually--erase that hesitation. I believe that wholeheartedly. They tend to choose traumatic situations more often than het media--and this is the important part--THEY PORTRAY THEM IN A MORE REALISTIC MANNER.

This doesn't go for all BL because of course it doesn't. An entire genre of different writers--many good and many bad--can never have a singular good trait shared between all of them. But the majority of BL that I've read that include scenes of rape, child abuse, or sex trafficking keeps some sense of terror and gravity to the situation. That's something I tend to see less of in het media. Instead, things often feel more exploitative or voyeuristic. Suffering as a spectacle, as they say. However, it may just have something to do with the female gender being the victim, which we've all seen countless times in all shapes and forms. It feels fresh and new to see a male character going through those issues, instead.

On that topic, I would add that the main audience for romance as a whole has always been dominated by women, so women are more likely to be the consumers of both het and queer romance. When it comes to yaoi, the automatic power balance of male/female is gone, leaving only male/male and opening the option for different ways to imbalance that power--automatically feeling more creative and new than the age old female-victim-male-aggressor-but-he's-kinda-hot trope. In addition to this, so many het romances have unapologetic portrayals of romanticized abuse (The Notebook, 50 Shades of Grey, Blade Runner [speaking to the romance PLOT, sorry, more obscure], the After series, The Kissing Booth, and so on) that never get brought up, never seem to affect the female lead negatively, and always get the couple together in the end. This is endlessly infuriating to me and I've never enjoyed the popular het romances for this reason. It feels like gaslighting--gaslighting of the audience--to see harsh moments of outright abuse and then see the female lead react as if it's sexy, and to feel nothing but gut-freezing disgust as a viewer. It's even more painful when the audience around you also reacts in that way because they're so used to seeing it in your everyday het romance.

Contrasting this with yaoi/BL media--this issue is completely flipped. Countless stories show abuse, address the abuse, portray the male lead suffering from the effects of that abuse, and proceed with a motivation to fix, endure, or to run away from that abuse. To claim that yaoi/BL has less romanticization of said abuse is not wholly true, but the problem for me has always been that het romance PRETENDED THE ABUSE DID NOT EXIST AND/OR IS SEXY AND NORMAL. Whereas yaoi seemed more self-aware that they were writing abuse, and--if they chose to romanticize it--more often did so because the abuse was being experienced through the eyes of the victim. This is important because victims of abuse in reality DO this to cope and survive, so the romanticization is a direct result of a trauma response, and it's made far more clear in yaoi that this is the case.

This is why the kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome romances (Killing Stalking at the top), and toxic relationship themes in BL are far more attractive and validating to read.

Say, for instance, the romances that include themes of kidnapping, sexual assault, and captivity in het media. What have we got for that that's good and actually explores the nature of abuse? What I tend to see that meets that criteria (possibly) isn't really included in the romance category at all--it's either listed as horror or it's a lightened romcom version of that event (kidnapping, specifically)--unless you think of the more popular ones like 365 Days where it's supposed to be sexy and everyone has no brain. I might be flimsy on my point here, since this is the first time I've tried to pick apart this subject, so I apologize. But in addition to these het romances with the themes that I'd like to see not really existing in a way that's been done WELL--I also personally can't watch a woman getting hurt the way I can watch a man getting hurt.

We've seen enough women suffering onscreen, and most of the times the way it gets filmed ends up feeling sexualized in some way--especially if it's a horror movie or a thriller romance. I personally don't enjoy the lack of emotional depth in these types--and clearly they're most often written to be sexy or shock horror more than serious. Trauma doesn't feel real in these stories, so it's intensely triggering to watch it happen onscreen without a resolution to that trauma.

Going back to yaoi/BL, their romances include and very often feature abusive relationships or straight-up hostage romances. But the way they're handled is the big difference. Even though some treat the abuse like sexy porn scenes and I find myself dropping them for the same triggers that set me off in het media, this is much less of a problem, and you can get your thrills without the invalidation of watching trauma happen without being treated like trauma. There's often an arc of learning for the abuser, the relationship healing/improving (and I don't care that it's not morally correct or realistic for this to happen because it's fiction and we all need our coping mechanisms for reality), and a satisfying end where both the characters learn how to love each other. In their own way.

This makes the trauma feel raw and the healing feel rewarding, which is what I come to see. It feels like more BL writers get this and have actually been through some shit.

Lastly, it's not weird that you feel this way, and I'm worried that the discourse on social media about people who exclusively enjoy yaoi/BL has influenced that belief in a lot of people. It shouldn't be that way, and I hope people come around to the actual logic instead of copy-pasting what everyone else says to fit in!

IN ANY CASE, I HAVE RAMBLED FAR TOO LONG ON PRETTY MUCH THE SAME POINT, BUT I HOPE THIS HELPED!! That's the main difference that I'm drawn to yaoi for and I hope it might have helped you see why you are, too!!

Much love to you, and again, thank you SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS QUESTION!! I loved getting to answer that.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

PA/MA is so Highschool stuff, soooooooo…. You got any idea what they might be like as your average (totally in love) high school kids?

OOOOOOOOO :D

Okay- so PA was definitely a jock that was definitely failing at least half of his classes (the only ones he wasn’t failing are probably PE, ELA, Music, and Home EC). Like- he’s a very sporty and active person and definitely tried to be the "cool kid" to impress people (Its Massachusetts. Massachusetts is people). Always late to class, and probably always goofing around and talking (I hate these types of kids smh they’re annoying) and basically doing anything that had NOTHING to do with what they were learning. At least he’s a good reader with a good voice.

Now Massachusetts on the other hand, was a complete nerd but was also the quiet kid in the back of the class. He has straight A’s, is always on time, and is usually well behaved with the exception of maybe talking out of turn or sassing and/or fighting anybody that looked at him wrong. He would pretend that he was annoyed with PA’s bullsh*t, but it was also pretty obvious that he thought it was adorable and that he wanted to pin PA to a wall and kiss him senseless I mean what- He was also one of the more athletic kids, like he actually put effort into PE and was pretty good. Nowhere near as athletic as PA, but still pretty athletic.

Clothing:

PA would either come yknow, dressed like your average jock, OR he would pull up to school looking like he just gave up and threw on a pair of jeans and wore the shirt he slept in.

Massachusetts was nearly the complete opposite, and he would usually dress pretty nicely/casually. Sure- he had his days where he wasn’t feeling it. But usually he dressed pretty good.

[nickolox]

((( long ramble post)))

trying to figure wtf is going on with your own mental health without the help of a professional + having a mental illness that already fucks with the way you perceive things (ocd) is genuine hell

like, I HAVE a psychiatrist, but he's fucking. awful and always puts medications first over like, figuring out what the fuck is going on

and everything about this whole procedure just feels like, off???

tldr: local man questions if he has The Dissociative Disorder™ whilst being simultaneously given red herrings and blatantly obvious eye opening signals at the same time, and has the same realizations 30 times over because i am in a constant cycle of denial, forgetting and then rediscovering this bullshit

so to put it in a nutshell most of my psychiatrist discussions about the big disorderly things go like this:

psych: so what are you experiencing me: i keep like, having these massive gaps in my memory, where i have no idea what happened or what i did or anythign for hours and hours at a time, and i looked up what that means and its apparently called dissociating? what does that mean? psych: right, that's a stress response. me: yeah, That makes sense. But I've also been unable to remember major events like my sister's wedding or my graduation... psych: well... obviously you were just anxious lol me: *remembers the photos i have as the only proof i have that those events happened, and im smiling in all of them* maybe?? i mean, it didn't seem like that was the case. psych: (completely ignores that) hmmm. okay. anyways- me: also I've been hearing voices??? psych: where? externally or internally? me: internally psych: (visible relief) oh thank god i was concerned it was schizophrenia for a moment, having an internal dialogue is normal :) me: i can't control the voices though, and they don't sound like my own voice in my mind. they're distinct, and it's not like my OCD either. psych: that's normal, sometimes people just imagine things ^_^

so, it was "anxiety" the first time, came back. told him this shit is still happening, and then he blamed it on my medications, and now i'm on a new set, which i suppose needed to happen anyways?

But like, he told me that brain fog and memory loss are a thing with prozac (what i was taking before) and i was like "huh no one told me that" to which he said "well no one says the full list of side effects because no one would want to take the meds otherwise"

i get home, i look up the fucking manual that comes with prozac when you go on it for the first time, and no where. NOWHERE. is this shit on that list of side effects. i look up a list of the side effects, dozens of sites, NOTHING!!!!

I speak with my bestie and he reminds me that,

I dealt with these problems prior to going on medication (something i didnt even remember, lol)

it has literally nothing to do with anxiety bc he himself has crippling anxiety and deals with none of the shit i do

i'm going to shit bricks dude what the fuck is wrong with my stupid brain, it feels like such a wild challenge compared to when i found out about my OCD, like, dude at least with that bitch it was consistent, it was 24/7. as shit as that was at least I knew it was always there, always there to be a bitch, but undeniable none the less.

This current mystery disorder is like, oooOOOooo i'm going to be here SOME OF THE TIME!!! to make you DOUBT it exists!!! and im sitting here like, is this a symptom or is this my ocd fucking with me bro

i feel like i might have some kind of dissociative disorder, but the problem I'm having is that it's not CONSISTENT??? like, some days I'll be like yeah this is the dream and then other days I cannot physically do anything, remember jack shit, feel like my soul is leaving my fucking body all god damn day?

why do people always talk about alters too, it's like, the one thing I don't experience, or at least, the one thing that's rare enough to not hinder me like the actual dissociation problems.

I feel like I can't be certain, and that sets my OCD off, because my brain goes "what if we're faking- what if you're overreacting" which in turn makes me go. insane. I am going insane.

there is sooo much more i could say, but i just realized it;s half past midnight. I should um. probably go to bed.

Goodnight.

[marvelandponder]

I actually don't know if this was intentional, but reading TEC and EFTD back to back, it's really interesting seeing how Flash sees himself verses how Sunset sees him. Sunset almost babies Flash in a way, and I mean I don't blame her because Flash is baby, but it's just really interesting in terms of their dynamic??

Ooooooooo, I LOVE this insight!

I always love when you get to see difference in how a character views themselves vs how others see them!! It's why the Empathy sequel is multi-POV!

And you know, I'd totally agree with this - Flash can be pretty down on himself in some ways, he doesn't necessarily see himself as just like... a sweetie pie? I think he thinks he comes across as more punk than he does, but as Bevin calls him, he's the gentleman punk

Meanwhile, I think after shit went down in their relationship, Sunset subconsciously wanting to protect Flash delights me. She was the top of the two of them, and she also hurt him a great deal. I think even as they've become best buds, the idea that she sees him as vulnerable in some way, and that it impacts how he comes across to her, that's really sweet. She thinks he deserves protection! She respects the crap out of him, by the way, it's definitely not like she thinks he can't handle himself. But yeah. Flash is baby, and Sunset thinks she knows that vulnerability better than anyone

I'll also say too that Flash is the Rainbooms' biggest fan, and so if he's acting a little like a goober in Empathy, I think that also plays a big role. He gets to hang out with his heroes! He's one of the girls!~ :D

Contrast that to how Timber sees Flash, too; for those who have read the preview chapter of the sequel, you'll have seen Timber almost looking up to how worldly Flash is, how experienced. :D And you haven't seen it yet because it's just on my Google Drive, but in The Ex Files, you'll see how Twilight sees him too, especially when they first meet and he seems like the most popular guy in school who... seems to have a thing for that other version of her. I think she calls him popstar pretty, but unapproachably so. At least later on they get to be friends and she starts to see him as easier to talk to than she initially expected

A lot of different ways to see our boy!

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speirs x oc pt ii

a/n : hi again, here is part ii of the Speirs story I've been working on. I know its been slow but promise after this, it will be picking up (and may get a bit smutty) :)

*disclaimer: this story is about Speirs as a FICTIONAL character, not the real man himself. any personal back story is fictional besides his place of birth, age, and war history (only WWII). This is NOT a fan fiction of Ronald Speirs, the real veteran war hero. This is based on Matthew Settle's portrayal in Band of Brothers.*

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“Hello?” A sing-song voice chimed on the other end of the telephone into Ron’s ears, in the back ground he could hear the shrill of children squealing and laughing, their feet pattering about on what he could only assume was the hardwood floors. “Hello Miss, my name is Ronald, I had the pleasure of meeting a Maggie last night and she gave me this number to call, she wouldn’t happen to be there would she?” He heard the woman on the other end shush one of the children who was badgering her relentlessly. “I’m sorry hun, what was that?”Ron could feel the blood rush to his face in embarrassment. He was not about to repeat himself; it was hard enough to finish dialing this number to make the call in the first place. “May I speak to Maggie if she’s in? It’s Ron, from last night.” “Oh yes, yes, one moment.” The woman shouted for Maggie to come to the phone, muttering that it was a man asking for her before changing her tone to a playful one, probably addressing one of the kids in the background.

“Hello?” Maggie’s sweet voice rang through and blessed Ron’s ears. A smile crept across his face briefly. Before speaking, he cleared his throat awkwardly, almost as if were an attempt to bring up eloquent words to impress her, wooing her over the telephone line with sweet nothings. Instead, a very casual yet choppy conversation emerged. “Hi, it’s uh, Ron, from McCullough’s”. “Oh, hi Ron! How are you?” “I’m good, great. Yeah.” There was a pause for a moment, Ron panicked slightly before continuing, anxious about what her answer may be. “I was wondering maybe I could take you out today, say 2’o’clock? I’ll get you home before supper.” He waited for her answer, the kids in the background still rambunctious but a bit further away now.

“Oh Ron, I’d love that. What did you have in mind?” Maggie’s voice sounded chipper on the other end and Ron couldn’t help but smile again. “There’s a park nearby, I like to take walks through it. Maybe we could go for a stroll and talk.” “Well, that sounds splendid, I’ll see you at 2 then. My address is 593 Haymaker Street, it’s the blue house on the corner.” “Got it. See you at 2, Maggie.” Ron placed his phone onto the receiver and exhaled deeply, it felt as if he were holding his breath that whole phone call. He was not an insecure man, but he had always been fairly skittish around women. And being away from women for a good chunk of time during the war certainly didn’t do him any favors socially. He was rough, harsh, brash, and blunt. He had to learn to soften himself, to have manners, to not curse as much as he used to when in the presence of a lady. Hopefully he can have another successful repeat of the night before with Maggie on their walk, the never-ending banter between the two replayed through his mind as he went to sleep, and he could only hope for it to continue this time around.

Ron picked a few wildflowers from the side of the road while on his way to Maggie’s home, surprisingly she didn’t live too far from him. The flowers sat on the passenger seat of his Studebaker, the top was off and the summer breeze rushing over head was causing the wild flora to tremble against the leather. Ron caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror before hopping out of the car to go to the door of Maggie’s home, he smoothed the sides of his hair and exhaled sharply, grabbing the flower bunch, and marched up the driveway. He could hear the children inside the blue house squealing again as he got closer to the door and before he could knock, it flew open. A small tike looked up at Ron as he towered over him and smiled. “Hi.” The boy greeted Ron with a smile and shoved a finger through the hole left by a missing tooth. “Hey there.” Ron greeted him back and laughed a bit to himself.

“Tom!” Maggie came up from behind the young boy and ushered him away from the door, embarrassed slightly of the unusual doorman greeting her date. “I’m so sorry. Come in!” She grabbed Ron’s hand and lured him through the doorway. The living room was rambunctious and lively with four youngsters running amuck, toys were strewn across the floor, and he could see the dining table was being set for their lunch by whom he can only assume is Maggie’s mother. Ron stood there in the entry way awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say next, when he remembered he had the flowers for Maggie in his hands. “These are for you.” He handed the array of wildflowers to her and watched as her face brighten at the sight. “Oh Ron, these are beautiful, thank you!” She placed her hand on his and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Maggie hurried to the kitchen to get a vase, dragging her mother out with her to introduce the two of them. “Ma, this is Ron. Ron, my mother Jane.” And with that, she left the two of them for a moment to go place the vase of wildflowers on the dining table. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am.” Ron extended a hand to Jane, which she took, her small worn aged hand dwarfed in his. The small older woman sized up the man in her entry way, looking him up and down with squinted eyes. “Make sure she’s home when you say Ron, take care of my girl.” “Of course, ma’am.” “Ma, this isn’t a marriage proposal, ease up, won’t you?” Maggie called out from the living room now as she ushered the four children into the dining room so they could eat their lunch. Ron and her mother stood uncomfortably in the doorway, Jane quietly judging him in her own way as they waited for Maggie to join them so they could finally leave.

“Sorry about the gauntlet back there.” Maggie shyly apologized as Ron opened the car door for her to get in. He looked back and saw Jane standing in the open doorway, watching them like a hawk as they loaded into his car. He laughed to himself and shut the door before making his way to the driver side. “I’ve been through worse, no worries.” He backed out of the driveway and they two of them made their way to the park Ron is a regular at when he isn’t sitting at McCullough’s, pondering the half empty high ball glass in front of him.

Once they arrived, Ron pulled out a small basket with some food and a blanket that certainly wasn’t made for picnics but was conveniently stashed in the trunk of his car in case of emergencies. “What’s this?” Maggie looked inquisitively at the basket in his hand as he let her out of his car. “Lunch,” Ron stated as a matter of fact before continuing, “what’s a date without a meal?” He took her hand, and they started off down the path of the park, the one that Ron ran often in the mornings, a habit he carried with him after leaving the service. It was a natural form of therapy for him, and it kept him sharp both physically and mentally.

The two strode side by side and chatted for nearly an hour straight, laughing here and there and quizzing each other about who they were, the conversation flowed so freely between them. Ron learned that Maggie was short for Magdalene, she was the youngest of three children, the youngsters that were ransacking her home were her brother’s kids and her mother typically watches them while their parents are working. Maggie learned that Ron was from Boston and moved further away from the city to embrace a quieter life, he didn’t talk much about his past, but he spoke briefly of his present. Ron was working as a freelance carpenter, picking up jobs here and there, building sheds and repairing roofs for those in the community. He shared that he actually purchased his home a year or two ago and was finishing up he renovations. “It was practically a shell of a house when I got it. But I saw it’s potential.” He smirked, impressed by himself. “The back yard was what got me, and the view of the creek in the back.” “That sounds beautiful Ron, I can only imagine.” “You’ll love it.” He looked down at her with that same smirk and he put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer to his side while she snaked her arms around his waist.

When they found a private spot, Ron laid out the blanket and handed Maggie the basket of food to take. She pulled out two sandwiches, neatly wrapped in butcher paper, along with a jar that had sliced strawberries and grapes. “Wow, Ron, you’re quite the chef.” Maggie teased and Ron grinned toward her. “I’ve taking lessons from Julia Childs.” He teased back and took a bite of his sandwich. The two enjoyed the view of the pond sprawled out in front of them, long blades of grass guarded the shore, and the glassy surface of the water rippled every so often when a dragonfly zipped overhead. They sat beneath a cherry cheer, the leaves shading them from the sun and creating a bit of shelter from any prying eyes of the passersby strolling through the park.

Ron was always a romantic. Sure, he was a bit out of practice seeing that he spent a majority of his prime years surrounded by pent up, dirty, angsty men so he wasn’t able to embrace that side of himself, but now that was all behind him, he finally could. He was always conscious of the subtle ways to woo a lady. His mother told him that the key to a woman’s heart was through the little things. So, Ron used to bring his mother home flowers as a boy that he’d pick on his walks home from school or the park or a friend’s home. When he started dating, he did the same for the girl he was taking out at the time. He always held the door for his dates, always pulled out their chairs for them, and he never pushed the affection on them if they weren’t ready. Ron was a respectful man, that was one thing that never changed after he returned from the war.

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Thoughts on Gin and Kunikidarling?

OOooooooo boy

Gin I absolutely adore and wish we could see more. I'm constantly impressed by Gin. I talk about how much I love Gin a bit here but I can definitely go more in depth. We don't see a lot of Gin in the canon, honestly. But we know she doesn't have an ability. We also know she's a Black Lizard commander. Not just... some kid in the mafia, but a commander. And a highly skilled assassin in her own right. Like. Trained-by-Verlaine assassin. You don't get a command position in the mafia by being a one trick pony. Gin can strategize, lead a group, and is fully operable for stealth solo missions, hence the whole assassin bit. She's respected. I also think its kind of interesting how different her role is compared to her brother, who is more... flashy, comparatively. They come from quite similar backgrounds, other than Ryuunosuke having an ability, but Gin seems much more confident and assured in her skillsets. I just think she's really neat.

Beast Gin is really cool, too. She's one of the characters that seems the most different between the two universes, which is kind of interesting considering she's in the mafia in both. However Beastzai seems to have recognized the incredible skillsets Gin possessed in the original universe, and saw how all the same things that make Gin a good commander (strategy, independent thinking, etc) and assassin (remaining under-the-radar and nondescript while still constantly aware) make her a good secretary to the boss. Her talents are recognized as intrinsically useful and necessary in both universes. Like... if she was only useful to motivate Ryuunosuke, she could have just been anywhere in the mafia, kept under watch. But she's given an important position, because its an absolute waste not to. I think we should talk about how capable Gin is more because she kicks serious ass in every skillset and also because I just think she's cool.

As for Kunikida, all that needs to be said is that i'm in love with him. Of course i'll say more anyway though. Because I love him. Mr. "While we are an Armed Detective Agency." We joke about Kunikida being rigid and uptight in all such things with his carefully laid out schedule in his little book that operates his life, but when you get down to it Kunikida really is pretty adaptive. Whatever wrench is thrown in his plans, he always responds and takes action immediately, which I think is pretty admirable. Sure, he'd probably like to stay on schedule, but he's quick to recognize when things are simply not going to go his way and he needs to adapt. Like, you know, getting his ability ripped out of him by a fog and having to instead fight his way back to the agency to figure out what the hell is going on. Kunikida is constantly constantly proving how resourceful he is. He can have whatever he wants when he needs it with his ability, but is also still incredibly limited considering what he has. And while he's always ready for a fight and quite talented at it, he never jumps to anything that will do lasting damage. I'll always find the way he tends towards that grapple gun interesting and all the ways he can use it.

There's also Kunikida's tendency towards just kind of... making sure people are cared for, and taking responsibility for things he was involved in (whether it should be his responsibility or not). Case in point being Rokuzo, the boy from the Azure Messenger arc, that Kunikida had been basically providing for on the side because he felt bad about being involved in the case that killed his dad. He'd all but adopted the boy before Nobuko killed Rokuzo. (Hey, how much of the bit with Aya in the subway tunnel do you think felt like a flashback to Rokuzo for Kunikida? Poor guy has seen this happen too many times. Just let him adopt kids in peace.) He checks in on Katai, too. Once you're under Kunikida's protection just once, it kind of seems like that's a for-life deal, and I think that's a really neat aspect of him. Another way of looking at it kind of feels like his work is his life, but that work is not limited to the Detective Agency. Its his ideals coming through. I like him.