#[ YOU'RE NOT DONE YET GOTH GIRL ]

[spiderwarden]

The Sharran was amusing to think that the duo could stand on the same footing. Perhaps a little over a hundred years ago when Minthara herself was a mere cleric, but since that time she has been through training beyond the Half Elf's comprehension. Still, she could sense that Shadowheart was almost eager to get a measure of her own stature, Minthara will entertain the notion for the mutual benefit of seeing Shadowheart in action.

A child of the nightsinger. Minthara could see right away the motivations that drove the younger of the two, despite being unable to remember anything of her past, Shadowheart hoped that Shar would fill the void inside of her. Or perhaps found comfort in the silence found in her prayers, that was the beacon of the one and only Shar, was it not? Solace in solitude, presence found in the empty room, comfort found in nothingness. O'Lolth preserve her, at least the Spider Queen made herself known during prayer..

Shadowheart held the qualities of a fine soldier, and perhaps in time with the right influence around her could be made into a finer warrior. For now she was- Minthara lifts her foot with an instant side step to dodge a kick at her legs. The parry that followed was quick and fluid while the Drow thwacks the front of her ankle off of the side of Shadowheart's thigh. A correction to a poor guard, before another swipe at her had Minthara circling around the Sharran. For now, Shadowheart's eagerness reflected in her actions and that can only be corrected with experience or by a more senior officer. The Drow did not mind being that senior officer.

If she wanted a measure of her character, Minthara was all too happy to provide.

The Drow gave another strike to her guard, this time behind the thigh as her own steps danced away before falling into stance. Oftentimes in Menzobarranzan, blood would be drawn as an example for such a weakness and it took everything in Minthara not to extend the same sentiment that her own mother did to her. The best of techniques were always efficiently executed by the masters after all, and often times drawing blood was always the way to ensure they would not repeat their mistakes.

Minthara fakes another hit at her legs, a feign of intentions after weakening the muscles in her leg, before she takes full advantage of the clumsy guard and charges forward. Driving her shoulder into Shadowheart's middle and pushing up with her knees to drive the Half Elf off her feet. Lifting the Sharran with ease before locking her hands into her thighs and dropping her into the ground.

She lands between her thighs and lifts up with the expectation of a flurry of arms to drag her down to begin the grapple on the ground. But instead finds Shadowheart entirely in submission and no attempted guard against the hand that Minthara had clasped against her throat. no fight when the Drow dragged each leg up to straddle her middle. Excitement is lit within a red gaze while she looks over the Sharran's face, adrenaline rushing through her in the thrill of battle - no matter how trivial. No matter how minute, battle was hammered into her blood, and that reflected now in Minthara's silent mirth.

The allure of her submission was almost too much to witness. It was a small wonder that her Goddess liked to see her on her knees when she made such a delicious sight on her back. Minthara tilts her head while her gaze wandered over Shadoowheart's neck, pinpointing every single inch that would kill the half elf instantly. Wonderful places to bite...

Then she moves, nearly dips her head to mold her lips to Shadowheart's, nearly steals that kiss that was so begging to be taken of her, before the Sharran speaks and the spell was broken. Minthara freezes with the admission, and then smiles. Then quickly locks her head under her arm into a choke and tosses herself onto her back with the lock of her ankles around Shadowheart's middle.

@grief-worn / a small reply to this. - STR ROLL 19

[punkeropercyjackson]

It's so FUCKING INFURIATING AND EMBARRASING how fanon Jason Todd stans always tell newbie Jason fans 'Don't read comics,just make shit up!!!' when they SHOULD tell them 'If you're scared to read comics,just watch Under The Red Hood!' when it's the perfect Jason adaption and average movie length!!!If you like Jason Todd but haven't actually consumed his media yet and want to get started,ignore those niggas because they're the same people who pretend Jason's Robin dosen't exist because he's black,are disgusted that all three of his love interests have been woc because they want him to only date white boys and white pick me girls and complete erase Jason's autistic-coding,goth punk slay and just his entire swag including what'd make him beyond good afrolatino rep but are foul enough to hc him as latino anyway.Those are the devils talking and you should tune them out by starting up Utrh and you should get your favorite snacks for too because you deserve them and i've read every Jason issue ever so if you want more info on him when you're done follow me since i'll actually know what i'm talking about,i love y'all and stay hydrated and ignoring Janky Talker truthers

[writersdrug]

Thinking about Simon with a goth! gf, and introducing his team to you.

Warnings: cursing, very slight nsfw, pda

Typed this up on my lunch break, not thoroughly proofread, ending is meh but it's been rotting in my brain so I had to push it out. Feel free to send me asks about this headcannon, I'd love to write more about it! <3

Simon insists on dragging his team to the nearest pub after a particularly rough day, offering to buy then a round of whiskey. They are all reluctant at first, complaining about aching backs and heads, and Price saying that the missus was expecting him.

Then Simon mumbles something about how his girl would've loved to meet them.

"Yer wha' now?"

"My girl."

Suddenly, Gaz's headache is gone. "Must've just been dehydrated, I suppose." Soap's back feels much better, after being able to sit in the car for just- five minutes, now. And Price? Apparently, the missus was at a dinner raffle for her charity- thing, and he'd just now remembered.

So, drinks and a quick bite at the pub you worked at. It was settled.

Simon leads them in shortly after parking the truck. The other three quickly scan the room for anyone who stands out. As Simon brings them to a booth in the back, they all take a seat, heads on a swivel for some pretty thing to come bouncing over and latch herself onto him.

"Gonna hit the head." Simon says. "I'll put our drinks in- she'll bring 'em over, she'll be done with 'er shift soon."

As he leaves, Soap, Gaz, and Price all sit there in a few moments of observatory silence. It's much harder to sample the crowd, they realize, since there's apparently no dress code for the servers. Johnny eyes each person like a hawk, until he sees a potential pick.

"Tha' one." He says, nodding towards a busty, long-legged blonde. Price and Gaz follow his line of sight to her as she leans against the bar, playing with her hair and laughing at something her friend says. Her bootcut jeans and frilly top accentuate her curves, and it's obvious that every man in her vicinity is ogling. "Twenty on 'er. Seems like he'd be into swimsuit models, eh?"

Gaz humms, scrunching his nose disapprovingly. "Nah, mate- too simple."

"Feck is simple 'bout 'er?"

"I mean for Simon." Gaz corrects Soap. "Don't think he'd want someone so... ditzy- no offense to her." He adds. "I think he wants a girl who can hold her own, in the physical and the figurative sense. Someone..." he narrows his eyes, searching through the crowd of people. "Like her."

He discretely points to a woman across the bar. She's playing darts with a few people, and hits the bullseye perfectly just as Soap and Price look her way. Her tank top and cargo pants show how defined, yet lean her muscles are. She looks like she could last a few decent minutes in a brawl. "I bet on her."

"Well I'll raise ye forty - I ken LT wants someone more... passive."

"Forty it is, then. I'd love to have you pay my bill tonight."

"If I may..." Price chimes in, leaning against the back of the booth with a smug look, arms folded over his chest, "I'd love to get in on this little game o' yours, and walk away with eighty pounds t'night - because you're both wrong."

Soap smirks. "And how's tha', Cap?"

Price smooths his fingers over his mutton chops. "Well, for starters, I'm a bit ashamed o' you boys. Neither of those girls actually work here, do they? Mm?"

Gaz groans, letting his head drop against the wall behind him. It takes Soap another moment, but then he remembers Simon saying this was where you worked. The whole point of them going to this specific pub was because you'd already be here, on the clock.

"Shite..." he mumbles.

"Alright, sir." Gaz says defeatedly. "Lay it on us."

Price leans his elbows on the table and points his finger straight ahead; Gaz and Soap both follow it to the bar, where a sweet-looking girl is punching orders into a server tablet. She has long, silky, red hair, and a petite frame. She smiles so kindly at every patron who speaks to her, and when she makes their drinks, she is quick with it, still engaging in conversation as she shakes the mixer with a powerful arm. Despite the crowd, she seems to be managing fine on her own.

"Her." Price says, tucking his hand back onto the table. "Y' see that face? The way she talks to 'em all? How she's soft and tough at the same time? Imagine that birdie tucked under his wing, eh?"

Soap and Gaz can imagine it. She's a cute little thing, a social butterfly, it seems - the perfect polar opposite to Simon that just might be the perfect fit.

"And I know he's got a thing for redheads." Price adds.

"Piss off, how d'ye ken tha'?" Soap grumbles.

Price shrugs. "Call it intuition."

Simon comes around the corner, carrying several glasses of neat whiskey. "Sorry-" he says, setting a glass in front of Price, and handing out the others as he sits down on the end of the booth. "She's on 'er way now."

"No worries." Price says, trying to hide his smirk. "Didn't know y' were into redheads, Simon."

Simon pauses, looking down at the table in confusion - then he chuckles. "Yeah, s'pose I am. How did y' know? Did she come by already?"

Price laughs. "No, son. We were just sayin'-"

"Hey baby!"

You turn the corner and lean down, squealing as you throw your arms around Simon's neck and kiss him. The other three look on with shock, and Soap is about ready to throw this random woman off of Simon, until he holds you just as tightly and kisses you back.

Price's smirk falls right onto the table when he realizes that he is just as wrong as the other two.

You're Simon's bird. Simon's raven. Black, styled hair, with black lipstick that is currently smudging Simon's chin. You have a choker - no, several chokers, wrapped around your neck, as well as a tiny corked bottle filled with red liquid that makes Soap and Gaz nervous, dangling from a chain. Long, black-painted fingernails, with small spiderwebs decorating the tips, caressing his face and the back of his neck. Your arms and legs are covered with torn fishnets and small tattoos, and you're wearing a black number with a corset, paired with studded Doc Martin's.

You finally pull away and look at the rest of them. "Sorry- nice to finally meet the lot of you." You say, shaking each one of their hands. Your eyes are striking, with full, dark lashes, eyeliner, and red contacts. Gages and a bull ring, too. Soap feels a shiver run up his spine when he looks at you head on, and Gaz hasn't picked his jaw up off the floor since you came around.

"Erm-" Price clears his throat, "pardon us- call me John. This is Kyle, and Johnny." He gestures to the other two, still watching you with a mix of curiosity and awe.

"I've heard so much about you. It's good to put names to the face." You say with a smile, shaking the other two's hands. Gaz manages to smile a bit, but Soap has the same shocked expression plastered onto his face.

Simon has a love-drunk, black-smudged smile on his lips as you sit down in his lap. "She's been wantin' t' meet you all for a while, now. Sorry I kept 'er a secret."

"To be fair, I'm usually hard to find." You say, grabbing a napkin and wiping the lipstick off Simon's face. "I'm either here, at class, or roaming around and people-watching... at night, of course. People are more interesting when it's dark out." You traced a fingernail along his jugular as he stared up at you.

"John 'ere knew you were a redhead."

"How?! Oh my god- are my roots showing?"

"Nah, luvie, he's just observant. 'S our job." Simon places a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, leaning into the kiss.

"Oh, kitchen's about to close. You wanna split a burger, Si?"

"Sure, get what you like."

"'S no onions ok?"

"Fine w' me - chips?"

"You know it." You giggle, making a show of squishing his cheek and biting it. You turn to the rest of his team with a smile. "You boys hungry?"

Price is the first one to speak, taking a heavy breath in, causing Soap and Gaz to finally snap out of their trance. "Erm- whatever you get, we'll do the same. On us tonight."

"Oooh, you sure?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. Simon looked at Price curiously.

"You positive, cap?"

Price nodded. "Lost a bet."

Simon looks even more concerned. You pat his shoulder and stand up. "I'll go punch it in, be right back." You give him a peck on the cheek, and begin to walk away - Simon's attention returns to you as he hooks a finger in the chain choker around your neck and tugs you back.

Soap, Gaz, and Price all watch, stupefied, as you land back in Simon's lap with a giggle. He grabs your chin between his thick fingers and kisses you on the lips, shamelessly letting his tongue slide past your teeth and squeezing your thigh. You laugh into the kiss, letting him devour you for a moment, before tapping his cheek and breaking away.

"I got fifteen minutes to put everyone's order in, Si."

"That's plenty of time, dove."

"Yeah, but then kitchen will get mad for doing it last minute, and I don't want-"

He chuckles, gently shoving out off of his lap and smacking your rump through your skirt. "You're fine, go on."

You smile, then disappear behind the booth, boots thudding against the hardwood floors.

Simon looks back at the three of them - Soap is staring between you and him, a blush covering his face. Gaz immediately turns to look at the wall, scratching his chin, and Price is gazing into his whiskey, though there's a lingering surprise in his eyes.

"So- what bet?" Simon asks, adjusting his hips; Soap notices his hand reaching down to palm at the fabric over his groin. "I don' remember bettin' nothin'."

"We weren't bettin' on ye pullin' her out ye pockets, LT." Soap comments, trying to avoid Simon's eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out forty pounds, slapping it onto the table.

"It makes sense..." Gaz, chimes in. "With your whole skeleton look, she fits you."

Simon slowly smiles, understanding what they had bet on. "Oh... I see. Lemme guess - you thought I's with someone more... simple? Lile that blonde at the bar, is tha' right?"

"Tha's what I said!!" Soap exclaims, dropping his fist to the table. "You got te give me credit fer pointin' t' a swimsuit model first, aye?"

"Oh- because every bloke on earth is shallow enough to care about swimsuit models." Gaz scoffs. "I at least picked someone who didn't look so bloody helpless." He gestures to the girl playing darts with her friends. "You don't even know if the other girl's a model."

"Well, one can imagine..."

"Feel as though I's the closest..." Price mutters under his breath, making the other two glare at him.

"Ye were not."

"Get off your high horse, cap-"

"Well- try this." Simon leans on his forearms with a smug look on his face. "My bird? She's a model, and she's a black-belt in Judo, and-" he looks at Price- "she's a natural redhead."

They all look between Simon and you, as you stand behind the bar and punch their orders in, laughing with the other redhead. Their eyes would drop onto the table if they were any wider.

"You sly dog-" Gas comments with a chuckle.

"I don' believe ye." Soap says, crossing his arms. "Wha' kind o' model?"

"Lingerie."

Price chokes on his whiskey.

"Bullshit." Soap snaps. "Pictures or ye lyin'."

"Nah." Simon sighs, leaning back in his seat and daking a sip of his whiskey. "Not the ones I have, at least. But pick up the last "Bloodletting" magazine, and she's there."

They all sit there, a bit dumbfounded, watching you walk back to the booth. How on earth did someone like Simon land someone like you?

Simon's full of surprises, even in his personal life.

[moonydustx]

another day, another thought (a smutty one)

(Sorry for mistakes, this has been drafted for so long that I confess I didn't pay attention to proofreading)

(I added jujutsu kaisen characters because I'm still obsessed, let me know if you'd prefer me to separate the content)

MDNI | Minors do not interact

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You were the most precious thing to him.

You were a comfort on stressful days, a breath of air every time the sea seemed to pull him under. The way you loved each other was no different. Slow thrusts, hands sliding down your body, sweet praises sang in your ear every time you felt him deeper inside you. You are like a goddess on top of him, riding him and allowing your hands to trace delicious patterns over his skin.

"You're so good, so beautiful. I could stay here all day."

"Do you have one more for me? Please, babe, just give me one more."

"Open that pretty mouth… That's it, nice and slow. You fucking love it, don't you?"

Sometimes they thought about what it would be like to ruin you, what it would be like to see your red ass slapped, tears falling from your eyes as he fucked you.

But after filling you, the way your eyes seemed lost, your body panting and a simple touch seemed to take you to ecstasy. Damn, that was already too much. You were already too much.

Killer, Katakuri, Mihawk (hear me out all goth aside, he's sweet), Sanji, Kaku, Rayleigh, Ace, Usopp (OP), Nanami, Higuruma, Choso (JJK)

You were his girl.

Hand in hand through the streets, two companions for any situation, two fearless souls ready to do anything. You were his fearless girl, except when you were alone. Alone you were his whore he dominated you and you didn't bother to complain. Asking for more and more as he left you hanging on the edge. Tears down your face as he thrust hard, your legs hanging against his shoulders as you could barely breathe.

"You can take it like a good girl, huh? Or you'd rather be a little whore. My little whore of my own."

"I want to see you make a mess, cum for me."

The sound of the slaps on your ass echoed, yet on all fours towards him you tried to seek even more contact. It didn't take long for your honey to spread all over the bed and your legs to weaken. Feeling him cum inside you, his body soon appeared on your back.

"Such a good girl. You did very well sweetheart."

Crocodile (he is the owner of this category), Smoker, Rob Lucci, Kid, Bartolomeo, Paulie (OP), Toji (JJK)

You were the apple of his eye.

For anyone looking, it was difficult to understand the relationship between the two of you. You were always in places together, but it was difficult to decide if you actually had something. But you had, at least between the two of you. There were times when, after a difficult night, you ended up in each other's beds. Sometimes just looking for a slower pace, for deep thrusts filled with wet kisses. Other times, the two of you were just after each other's orgasms. The noise of his skin against yours echoed, your hair was pulled and you moaned without worrying about who might hear.

"I missed you so much, I won't let you get out of this bed."

"Hold it a little. That pussy squeezing me, fuck… I need to cum with you. Hold it a little, can you hold it a little? I want to feel you cum with me."

Sometimes it was missing each other, sometimes it was stress, sometimes it was jealousy. There would always be an excuse, a feeling and a desire that would drag you to their bed.

"Can you stay here for the night? I'm not done with you yet."

"You're going to leave me full of hickeys." "At least that idiot friend of yours will know you have an owner." "Owner?" "You still don't understand, do you?"

Law, Zoro, Shanks, Franky, Luffy, Sabo (most of the time he goes into crazy sex mode) (OP), Gojo, Geto (JJK)

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oh my god so many tags sorry

a/n: Would you add anyone else? Let me know!

[arlerts-angel]

hii!! i just binged a bunch of your tokyo revengers drabbles and im absolutely in love with the way you write 😭 i was wondering if you could do a nerd baji x goth girlfriend reader smut :3 maybe shes helping him study and they just get distracted and fuck 🤭

also could i be added to your taglist? :3 <3

a/n: TYSM 😭🫶 absolutely!! i love this idea sm!! also i do know the difference between emo and goth but for the sake of a title,,, PRETEND IT'S THE SAME 😭

pairing: keisuke baji x fem!reader

warnings: mutual masturbation | penetrative sex (piv) | reader is physically ambiguous + has a pussy | baji calls you pretty and sweetheart

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @darkstarlight82 @kokonoiscoconut @kazutora-kurokawa @katkitkats @milky-aeons @lees-chaotic-brain @toji-girl-main

🖤 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑴𝑶 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯, 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹.ᐟ

"keiii– we've been studying for hours, i feel like my brain is melting." you groan.

"sounds like the kind of thing you'd be into..." he chuckles quietly, writing away at his notes.

you ignore his comment and kiss his neck. "entertain me, kei..."

baji chuckles nervously as his pants start to tighten. "right now?"

you nod and knead helplessly at the tent growing in his pants. he groans quietly and bucks his hips against your hand. "you're so needy..."

you fling yourself onto the bed behind you, spread your legs and start rubbing your clit in circles. "mmm, keii~" you moan. he sits, watching you play with yourself. he shuffles his pants off his legs then starts jerking his cock.

"you're so hot..." he says breathily, watching the way your fingers trace your sensitive bud.

"if you don't come fuck me right now, keisuke baji, i'm gonna have to do it myself..." you tease.

he emerges from his seat and crawls on top of you, plunging his fat cock into you. "how many times are you gonna cum for me?"

"mmm-! kei-!!" you moan as his girth fills you.

"once for being so fucking pretty..." he counts, thrusting his hips into yours.

"twice for distracting me..." he continues.

"three times for making me walk away from my studies to take care of your needy pussy..."

"please don't stop, kei-!!"

"hm? three times isn't enough? tsk..." he reaches down to play with your clit while he fucks his cock deep into you.

"mmm-! 'm gonna cum, kei! wanna cum for you!" you mewl.

"make a mess on this cock, pretty. it's all yours. fuuuck-!" he groans, thrusting sloppily into you.

your walls clench around his cock as the electric feeling of your orgasm pulses through your body. "cumming kei! 'm cumming! mm-ah!"

he continues to fuck you through your high, coming up on his release as you come down. "shit baby, open your mouth f'me..."

"augh! fuck!" he slams his hips into you one final time before pulling out and shooting his cum into your mouth and throat.

"thank you kei", you breathe, "i really needed you."

"don't thank me now, sweetheart. i'm not done with you yet."

[sanflawoah]

Black Myth: Wukong

More brainrot commentary because I'M NOWHERE NEAR DONE WITH GOING INSANE OVER THIS MONKE GAME.

Cursed texts and massive spoilers bellow. Lots of random bits and wee woo wee woo.

First of all, YEEESSS to everything well written big budget media with heavy cultural elements that isn't western centric. Love it 👏, a thousand more like this please.

HONESTLY can't get enough of the character designs. Watching the old tv show in my childhood got me imagining the JTTW characters as these cute human with animal ears. But since the game took a more serious and darker tone they took the character design to 1000. So many memorable characters with distinct style, drip, and combat.

Ok so whose idea was it to make some of the plants sentient and will beat your ass for daring to pick them up. I now have trust issues with ginseng and mushrooms

The toad bosses reminds me of Gamabunta. For a moment they also gave me a war flashback of Jedi Survivor's Oggdo-Bogdo, I want those things vaporised from earth 🔫🔫

Kang-Jin darkening the environment during her second stage, I legit thought it was a problem with my screen, until I found out other players had it too lmao. Also looove her design, silver loong with holographic glow, prettiest loong in the game

Boss musics are so LIT, I've been looping them for weeks

The Scorpionlord. First I saw him I was like HANZO HASASHI :DD??? But instead of hellfire, this time he uses venom. And the fact that the environments have autumn palette, connects me to MK 11 Shirai Ryu fire garden arena lol

an NPC called Starved Abomination. The name really sends me because ngl it's a relatable concept, I too became an abomination whenever I'm starving.

To punish Wukong for his lifetime worth of trash-talking, the game now choose The Destined One as shy and doesn't talk much except for when he screams during fights. All my grievances of expecting him to be chatty and noisy actually works out the more I understand the story. And turns out it was all part of his journey, you are meant to complete him by collecting Wukong's scattered senses. Lil introverted fur-ball of scream I love you so much. Since the NG+++ Wukong stance actually gave him voicelines, I'm guessing the Destined One is going to complete his development in actually becoming Wukong in the DLC.

Everyone and I mean EVERYONE had a beef with Wukong and now we gotta pick up after his mess. My poor Destined One walked into an area completely clueless and suddenly everyone is jumping on him because "REMEMBER THE THING YOU DID TO ME A FEW HUNDRED YEARS AGO??? WELL FUK YOU, NOW DIE."

~

🐱Yin Tiger🐱. First time I met him I was like ohhh who are you, you look so cool and kinda cute tho, look at those big boba eyes, pspspsps.

He's all busy with his hammer and zabuza sword, thinks you're so annoying for bothering his work. Then there's this "challenge" option and suddenly he rose and casually tossed his hammer to the ground, I was like wait I was just joking aYO I WAS JUST JOKING-, then proceeds to delete my HP in 30 seconds. Anyway I love how he appears big and heavy and yet moves so swiftly. Of ALL the tiger bosses in this game, imo he's the coolest and THE SANEST. I still can''t get over the Tiger Vanguard and Mad Tiger trauma, those orange cats are on a whole new level of insanity.

🕷️Fourth Spider Sister🕷️. I'm actually so INVESTED in her mystery, like why are you helping me? Why do you look so sad? Are those tear stains on your cheeks?? Why did the Immortal Crane said that I'm giving you "false hopes"? What were we in the previous life?

"Think about her, won't you? Should you feel like stirring trouble in your next life." WHAT DOES THIS MEAN, TELL ME. SHE SEEMS SO NICE THO, she's just a sad goth girl what did she do?? What did WE do?? And her journal entry is so interesting.

🐉Yellow Loong🐉. LISTEN.... I literally had to pause for a moment when I saw him. Cutscene plays and I was like Oohh it's going to be that type of charismatic character reciting monologue, and then I saw his name and it's THE YELLOW LOONG??? This suave horned man is The Yellow Loong??

Well damn I have to say that's one handsome loong. He's one of those elegant style fighters, my favourite genre, up there with Whiteclad Noble and Erlang Shen.

👁️Erlang Shen⚡. The way I turned up the volume when I heard Andrew Koji's Erlang voice.....It's just so.......pleasant to hear. Something about the way he did his voice, the smug taunts, the gentle almost-whispers, and the gROWLS???

I can't even with the entirety of Erlang's character design in this game, because dAMN BOI what a BEAUTY. I thought the game was going to make his appearance more mature looking, or even scarier, because that's just how it is with game character design formula, especially in games like this. But NOOOOO..... they made him ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. His face, his voice, HIS MOVESS, the way they designed his martial arts so elegantly. When you perfect dodge everything with him, it really feels like a dance. I have to note that when sometimes you tried heavy attack on him aND HE SIMPLY JUST-.... took one step to the side.... THE ABSOLUTE SLAYYY DISRESPECT💅💅. Welcome back Isshin from Sekiro.

Also I just found out that depending on what transformation you're using, he's going to react differently on each. Particularly interesting one was when you use Azure Dust. Most of the time, when you transform, he's going to transform too and chances are he's going to one-shot you out of the transformation. He doesn't do that with Azure Dust for some reason, instead he got amused because Lmao returning back to your origin?. And this line, "Walking his path is no easy feat, it will test you relentlessly". SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT ERLANG HAVING THIS HIDDEN BURDEN THROUGHOUT THE PLOT IS DRIVING ME INSANE, I NEED THE DLC TO EXPLORE HIS CHARACTER MORE I'M BEGGING YOU GAME SCIENCE. You can't leave me hanging with his journal entry please I want him to have some peace and closure.

Powerful quiet character with hidden struggle, the bane of my existence, my beloved.

☂️🐉The Four Heavenly Kings🎸🗡️. MAN I love these guys, their fight feels so rewarding somehow, because after all those struggles with Erlang, they feel more like a reward battle for visual entertainment.

Aside from being relatively easy, they're just so fun to watch. I keep wanting to stall the fight just to see what move sets they could perform because their coordinated attacks are just SO COOL.

South king throwing the sword at us, joined by the West king throwing punches, and then the West king passing the sword back to South king. That brief moment of them passing weapons, they need to do more of that, so sick.

The North king combo with every other kings. The West jumping up using the North's umbrella, summoned the dragon, the South yeeting the sword, and the East buffing up the umbrella thrust attack with his Pipa magic. I'd hate to be a normal human citizen under them during that scene GODDAMN. I'd say the West is the game's favourite king because he's the one with the most screentime. He's the one with distinct glowing eyes and he was the most visible behind Erlang during the opening. The North being the coolest because WTF WAS THAT TYPHOON UMBRELLA WITH THE WEST'S DRAGON ROLLING WITH IT, AND THE MUSIC QUE, ABSOLUT CINEMA. The East probably being the chillest of them all because my man was just serenading the fight yo, I like how his fingers actually moves accurately playing the BGM. I know they're on the heaven's side, but for some reason I want them to be on our side if it's possible in the DLC. If we could get Erlang, then surely we can get them? They're too epic not to have.

🐒THE GREAT SAGE'S BROKEN SHELL🐒

THE MONKEY, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND. SUN. WU. KONG. THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN THIS MF SHOWED UP ON SCREEN. TEARFUL CHEER AND AND UNIMAGINABLE TERROR. AND WITH THAT BITS OF THE OG TV SHOW THEME MOTIF PLAYING WHEN HE SUMMONED JINGU BANG.

Who would've thought that we're going to fight our former self as a literal your greatest enemy is yourself concept. Like yO IT'S THE G HIMSELF WUKONG but now FUK I HAVE TO FIGHT HIM?? Look, sir, Mr. Great Sage, I know I've been playing around as you and I don't even know what I'm doing, I'M SORRY.

So now we're fighting zombie Wukong. He's literally soulless inside and his voice sounds demonic. YET STILL he radiates that lively asshole energy. You try pillar stance to get away from him, he does the same but his pillar is TALLER than yours. You try to walk off calmly, he does the same but then taunts you for it, eats a peach and then flicks the seed to your head. Kicks you to the sky and transforms his jingu bang into a pillar and plants it to the ground with you under it. He cheats by summoning kintoun and body slammed you. He summoned his clones to kick you in all directions only for the original Wukong to wait on the side yawning, then he kicks your jingu bang back at you like "pick it up bitch", and taunts you with his hand gesture to come at him. Ok now you're raging and you tried to pillar stance heavy attack at him, he's like "shut yo bitch-" and GRABBED YOUR JINGU BANG WITH YOU STILL HOLDING ON TO IT AND STARTS USING YOU AS A FLY SWATTER. Just as you think that these suffering couldn't get any worse, you tried to heal and he IMMOBILISED YOU, SNATCHED YOUR GOURD AND TOOK A SIP, decided that it tastes like shit and threw it back at you. Now THIS is the little shit that I know and love.

The whole time you tried to do a move against him, he returned the favour but better. You think your staff extension is long? Ok he'll extend his staff to a kilometer, and that's STILL him holding back. You can do ring of fire? His is bigger in diameter and burns brighter. The game had to nerf out his lore accurate skills because it's just so atrociously OP.

Ok so you finally defeated him? Just as he got dusted away he still managed to croak a last laugh.

Que good ending animated cutscene with the JTTW plot in reverse serenaded with Celestial Symphony. Happy onions, happy onions tearing up the eyes. Crank the volume up, it's all coming together. That's Ba Jie, that's Sanzang, that's Wujing, that's horse.

MMMMMMM MONKE.

[columbiastapshoes]

hello twin peaks fandom. i just finished the og 2 seasons and for the later half of season 2 i put live reactions in my notes app. here are the highlights <3 (lmk if u want the full version it’s so much longer)

‼️spoiler warning‼️ ALSO if you read me saying ‘evil cooper’ i am talking about windom earle. i did not know there would be a literal evil cooper. at the end of the reactions ‘evil cooper #2’ is referring to cooper’s doppelgänger <3 also also!! the double return means it’s a new collection of notes that i wrote down in the same moment if that makes sense? i wanted to do screenshots instead of the actual text but alas i can only upload ten </3

- "psychological evaluation" he already has an autism diagnosis leave bro alone

- ok hang on. if josie dies and harry couldn't protect her. then. parallels with caroline dying and cooper couldn't protect her. Hm :3 (update! david lynch the man that you are.)

- "what is the greatest gift one human being can give to another?" and bobby and i make the same 🤨 face

- weasel. right. yes. i am following this conversation

- sksksksksk save the weasels

- sorry

- im really sorry

- this is the worst possible person to be helping rn. unfortunately he is incredibly smart.

- earle is dale if he used his autism for evil

- i certainly hate you james fwiw!!

- you guys have started over again like 30473938 times stop it

- "please come home with me" "actually you should go" GUYS

- done with y'all where are the queers

- cooper appears from a bush and goes "you never loved her anywayyyyy"

- christ this is rough where are my boys

- MY BOYS??? oh no it's you :/

- haha you're not gonna tell him right

- ohhhh dear :3

- im going to kms :3

- hello bri ish man would you like a bo'ol of wo'uh

- chess? great! sheriff to fbi agent. they kiss. they both win

- "have someone keep an eye on him" CUDDLE WIFH HIM COWARD HE CLEARLY NEEDS YOU. YOU ARE THE FIRST AND ONLY PERSON TO CALM HIM DOWN AND ALLOW HIM TO CRY INSTEAD OF YELL. WHAT THENFUCK DALE COOPER DO U REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVES U. sigh

- I DONT CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WEASELS THIS IS SO FUCKING. RGH

- no way they have roblox dress to impress in twin peaks

- OH NO HE EVIL WHITTLES HES LIFERALLY RVIL COOPER

- i wanna kiss this sad sad man very desperately

- break it with a hammer ??? dumdum

- WOWEEBOB !! !!

- "not all men" ur right pete martell would never

- my boys have not been together as much and it's making me STBERE THEY ARE WITH A HOMOSEXUAL ARM AROUND THE SHOULDER

- oh there's a bomb! ok!

- HARRY HAS A GRANDPA SWEATERRRRR I LOVE HIMMM

- they touched hands they wanna make out sooooo bad

- the bomb can wait you guys are in love

- cooper so preeeeetttyyyyyy :333

- andy i love you very dearly

- i love how harry is so gentle and kind and patient with lucy and then he's like ANDY SHUT THE FUCK UP

- girls night (cooper interrogating audrey donna and shelly)

- wow thats comforting if i was told this i would burst into tears or flames

- i love it when cooper is in front of a whiteboard

- "for instance?" i KNEW thats how u would approach dirty talk u fancy motherfucker

- THEY ARE NOT MAKING EYE CONTACT IN AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION. AUTISM.

- why is bro goth what happened

- evil cooper you need to either do normal foundation or all white WHY ARE HIS TEETH BLAAACK

- bro is NOT siouxsie 😭😭😭

- yeah no shit. is this. news. i knew this before u fbi fuckers did

- URETHRA! ☝️

- you could KISS him? okay evil cooper..

- finished my brownie. crave death

- who is bro talking to

- oh leo hi leo

- it hasn't panned to leo yet i think he's like dead and they'll reveal it in a sec

- oh nom worse than dead ow ow ow ow

- OW OW OW OW OWWWWIEEEEEE

- WHERE DID HE FIND THE TARANTULAS

- dw leo i can take them home. they are my friends

- giggling a lil. about. cooper.

- BY HEAVENS oh my god

- i'm still giggling about cooper but it has turned from "i want him" giggling to "BY HEAVENS!!" giggling

- ok sorry what's the issue i got distracted

- sorry had to rewind two more times BY HEAVENS is taking me out

- i always said this show needed a dance sequence (i never said that)

- jeez u guys suck not u lucy ur eating

- I ALWAYS SAID TWIN PEAKS NEEDED A KICKLINE AND TOP HATS (i never said that)

- closeup on harry's face pls don't i need GRAND THEFT AUTO.

- sorry pete just said grand theft auto.

- can my cats stop beefing i have a show to watch

- WHERE ARE HER DRAPE RUNNERS!!!!

- you don't fucking say things got out of hand Michael.

- most useless side plot i do not care

- CAN MY CATS STOP BEEEEFINGGG

- HOLY SHIT ITS EVIL COOPER TO ME AND EVIL COOPER LITERALLY!!!!!

- how is he not crying and screaming in a fetal position that would be my plan

- why is evil cooper #2 kinda.

- why do i lowkey want evil cooper #2

- TBIS FUCKING KID WITH THE FLASHLIGHT

- bobs camera angle looks like a ring doorbell

thank you!

[bridgeportbritt]

Every little village in Pendula View operated like a well-oiled machine. Each person had their role. In one of the smaller country villages closest to the Goth Estate was a town of barely 1,000 people. This village was unique because due to its proximity to the Goths, it was often the first and most enforced village to be hit by proclamations from their leaders as word traveled through the country. They were the example.

But even with the strictest laws and the pressure of punishment, it was impossible to stop tides from shifting.

???: Ah, me favorite carpenter and blacksmith!

???: I'm working on your chair as we speak, Miss Elis.

Elis: Now, now. Don't you fret about me, William. I know how busy you are. I'm just coming to check up on you, is all.

William: Check on me? Why is that?

Elis: Well, I've seen you quite a bit at the ol' tavern as of late, but I've yet to see you over at that church.

William: Church?

Elis: Yes, the church! Are you so far removed from the Watcher's Touch that you don't recognize her place or worship when it's spoken?

William laughs: No. I just don't recall there ever being a church 'round here.

Elis: Oh, yes. It's fascinating. A fella has come 'round with quite a tale about The Watcher and how we are meant to worship.

William skeptical: Do they now?

Elis: Oh, don't give me that look. They have come from the holy land! Sent here to spread the good word. We could use some good word 'round here.

William: I don't deny that. But I have no interest, Miss Elis. I just want to do my work, make folks happy with it, and have a pint or two down at Ophelia's.

Elis: Ah, that's why you're up at that tavern so much. That Collete girl.

William laughs: I just meant the tavern.

Elis: Oh, I know what you meant. Girl spends all her time at that there tavern all of a sudden.

William: Her dad had to visit family a few villages over.

Elis: The perfect tale.

William: Miss Elis-

Elis: I'm just pulling your tail there. What you young folk do is up to you. But you do keep a poor lonely woman entertained.

William: Well, you'll have plenty of entertainment once your new knitting chair is done. I should get back to it.

Elis: Alright, maybe The Watcher will compel you to stop by for a sermon one day. She does not give up on her creations, you know!

William: Maybe. Have a good one, Elis.

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How To Get Over an Ex

(and get under a friend)

Pairings: Nicole/Jecka, Nicole/Ari

Characters: Nicole, Jecka, Ari (mentioned)

Words: 4,567

AO3: Link

Summary:

March 2008,

It's been a while now since Ari had finally learned to "stand up for herself" and Nicole is being- well, Nicole about the whole thing, but for the first time in a long time she opens up a smidge.

You know, you’d expect life to be easy when you're pretty. What's there to complain about after all, right? When you're skinny and white you can do basically anything after all - and yet one girl was always two steps away from making a make-shift noose purely to prove some kind of point- must run in the family. Nicole wasn't depressed, just suicidal. Even with all the little piss-baby anime dweebs and insecure somnopholes basically submitting to her every whim, you would think Nicole’s life would be going great, yeah? Well, you don't know shit. Today though? Today was a bit of an exception. Being Friday - specifically the second Friday of the month - Nicole had a guest over, one to stay the night actually. Who else but her apparent best and only real friend, Jecka. Short for Jessica. An absolute preppy bitch-queen from first glance but when you look a little deeper she ends up just being… well, all of those things still but just with fancier clothes. Her and Nicole worked well off of each other, the brunette found. Neither questioned one another's morals– and if they did then they wouldn't really give much of a shit. Having her over was fun, keeping Nicole from going off the wall fucking bonkers. Sometimes it was just nice to chill and get high without catching Rs from a forty-year-old gym teacher, y’know? Well- if they could talk over the sounds of her piece-of-shit morbidly obese brother begging girls who just had their first period last week for pictures of their feet or whatever gross shit he's into this week.

No, all those problems could stay out there tonight. Nicole’s door was locked tight - having gotten one installed after her aforementioned brother was caught stealing her clothes. Jecka herself was minding her own business on Nicole’s own mauve bedspread, while the girl in blue - Nicole - she was sitting on the ugly-carpeted beige floor, back to the bed frame, sitting just in front of the freakishly pink blond. She changed before coming over, dressing in something way more casual. Denim up to her waist, making sure to show off that smidge of skin that every girl had to make sure was exposed just above her below button - as well as a Mormon-ass pink tee. Nicole on the other hand? She was wearing something pretty typical, a royal top with thin and tight straps arching over her exposed shoulders with some design that she figured would look cool on the front. Along with her ponytail, her and Jecka made for pretty contrasting-looking girls. You wouldn't expect the two to get along well as they do- because “apparently” a flowing ponytail is considered emo just as long as it's not a bright colour; If it's blond you're preppy, black, you're goth, any kinda unnatural dyed colour and you're a lesbian.

Nicole’s room was thick with smoke, shit looked like that movie– Silent Hill, at least it fits with her trashy $2 ‘DOPE’ poster sitting proudly just above her bed. Look, both the girls’ tolerance to this shit was utterly maxed, but it was more just like… something to do. What else were two popular girls meant to do for the night, talk? They cracked the window and everything but clearly it wasn't doing too much, as Jecka's lips wrapped around the edge of a flimsy-rolled joint done with tissue paper. With each inhale she left a glossy imprint of herself. Honestly, a lot of their time together wasn't even spent talking. They were the types of friends who really just enjoyed having company, though the first to open their mouth would of course be.. Jecka.

“Okay so like, honest question, right-” This was something she had on her mind from the looks of things, leaning her head back against the poster mentioned prior.

“Yeah?” Compared to Jecka, Nicole’s voice came off as much lower- with less ‘haha omg look how cute I am!’ and more like, ‘i’m gonna fucking blow my brains out.’

“Fuck, Marry, Kill: Principal Lynn, Mr. White, or The Counselor.” With each name, Jecka spoke out with her hands, spilling ashes narrowly around an ashtray atop Nicole’s blankets yet somehow consistently missing it.

“Ugh, are you serious–? Fuck marriage, I kill myself.” Nicole was quick to it, twisting her head back to face the girl just behind her. “What could have possibly prompted this question?” There was real confusion in her voice

Jecka let out a hearty sigh. “Why can't you ever just play along?” Then with another breath, she let out more mist, making its way up to the ceiling.

“Because every guy is—”

“Yeah, yeah- a rapist or pedophile, I know.” Jecka repeated, mimicking Nicole’s own de facto catchphrase. “Besides, Miss Lynn isn't a guy so what about her-? you're like- a little gay, right?” she snickered.

“Not exclusively.” Nicole shrugged, a hand itching behind her neck, holding the same sort of unravelling joint in her mouth, eyebags reaching from bottom to top. “And, I don't really wanna be ‘tunnel-buddies’ with my Mom.”

“Oh wait for real, still?”

“Yeah dude, I caught my Mom sexting her like last week, who knew, right?” Nicole could only let out a smirk without any real emotion behind it, finding only a morsel of joy in being able to shit-talk her own mom behind her back.

“No– I know that, I meant the gay thing- like lesbian gay?”

“The-... I’m not following.” Nicole seemed genuinely confused.

“Well, like, I always figured you just acted like you were into girls to fuck with Ari-” This was partially true. “You're still out?”

“I mean… yes?” This conversation was exhausting for a girl like Nicole. Hell, ever since ‘dating’ Ari, she hadn't thought about her own Sexuality once… well, maybe once or twice on a lonely night while jerking off deadpan to the occasional Katy Perry music video but not much else. “No? Kinda?” She stuttered over her own words. “If it's convenient for me, sure.”

“Huh.” Jecka seemed a little surprised still, though her friend wondered why… this was pretty in character for Nicole after all, so why seem so shocked. “So you're like… selective-bi, huh?”

“Jecka, I'm not selective-anything. I'm like the cat in Schrodinger's Dike.” Nicole scoffed, mispronouncing the name of her own reference in the process.

“Wouldn't you be more like the box?” The confused ball of prep replied with a tilt of her head.

“Fucking— it doesn't matter, you get the point– since when do you pay attention in physics?” Nicole slammed her palm down on the bed, tilting over the duo’s ashtray and spilling a tad more ash on the bed, something neither of them seem to notice.

“Since flirting stopped working on Mr. Burdledy…” She mumbled, eyes darting away from her friend. “I guess that makes sense though… God, I wish I could have your mindset, Nicole!”

“What, the lesbian thing, or the sociopath thing?” Nicole asked in that typically monotone way of hers, raising an eyebrow at the question.

“Eh… both?” As she started speaking, Jecka forced the end of her cigarette onto the $4 ashtray with a Chinese symbol for ‘Japan’ engraved into it, leaning her head down as the paper looked to immediately unwrap right as Jecka’s hands were free of it. Nicole didn't even buy the tray, the damn thing was Kylar’s. “Do you ever, like… think about Ari still?”

Nicole looked almost offended, tapping the end of her own joint just against their novelty-stolen ashbin. “What kinda dumbass question is that? Do you ever think about Mr. Burdledy still-?!” The ponytailed sociopath slowly got up, moving herself up and onto her own bed, just to Jecka’s right. The question probably shouldn't have struck a nerve as far as it did - after all, Nicole genuinely didn't care for her - never did, never will. So what was the problem? It's… it's complicated. The bed creaked under Nicole as she made herself comfortable, this anorexic bed’s springs not being made for two people putting their whole dump-trucks on one spot. There would probably end up being some broken springs, especially with whatever Jecka was carrying around.

“That's so different though! I flirt with my teacher to get better grades. YOU dated a codependent lesbian for two months straight, made her ADORE you, and then turned her straight!”

“Yeah, and I would've gotten away with it for longer if it wasn't for a literal pedophile—” Nicole almost sounded proud of herself for that, a snarky smile glued on her face while thinking about it more, and… look- Nicole doesn't feel bad for doing these sorts of things, or she shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't. The fuck did she do wrong? It was Ari’s fault for getting obsessed with HER! Not the other way around!

“Look, all I'm saying is you've been here for like… over a year now, and that's STILL been the only time I've ever seen you in a relationship. Hell, it's the only time I've ever seen you kiss anyone.” Nicole wanted to cut Jecka off right here, why is she just repeating shit that they both already know? Nicole dated Ari, she got dumped by Ari, then Ari became like, a weird bi-straight package deal because of just how desperate she was or something, right? “That stuff doesn't mean anything to you?”

Nicole paused for a moment, putting out her own cigarette straight next to Jecka’s. The tray was between them, surrounded by ashes. For a moment, Nicole made eye contact with her friend. “...No.” Nicole’s honesty was completely up in the air here, her voice always having this disingenuous sound to it. “If you care so much, why don't you just fucking date her?” She muttered out sarcastically, well- maybe adding ‘sarcastically’ to that is a tad redundant, huh?

Now… look, this isn't some sorta situation where Nicole is secretly locking herself away in her bathroom every night- slashing away at her arms because boo-fucking-hoo she's so sad or something. Nicole had truly never stopped to really acknowledge her own wrongdoings when it came to Ari. Nicole was NOT gonna be one of those bitches who ends up crying about their ex or something because she DID NOT EVEN CARE FOR HER WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER! So what is this feeling? This feeling that she gets staring at corny pictures Ari wanted to take while they were together- what's this trashy feeling she gets in her guts when she remembers how those stupid cheek-kisses felt? Why did she always end up remembering the fucking phenomenonal head a desperate bitch like Ari gives when doing-... Literally anything! It wasn't guilt, guilt is for ugly bitches.

Jecka sighed, staring straight forward to the tiny, powered off flatscreen that Nicole had set up just above two drawers filled with stolen percocet and a whole ass brick of coke that she never really figured out what to do with. She wasn't about to snort it or anything- that's like college drugs. Plus if she did, she'd probably end up killing someone. “Didn't you try to kill yourself over that breaking up or something?”

Right– yeah, the night after Ari broke things off with her, Nicole ended up with her wrists cut open in a lukewarm bathtub. “Yeah, but it was hardly a real suicide, more like one of those ones you do to make someone feel bad.” Nicole muttered coldly. She ended up being saved by her Mom last minute, which if nothing else means she gets these cool wrist scars from now on, huh?

“Oh wow, so you really are just- evil then, huh?” Jecka wasn't even saying this to be mean- it wasn't even really negative.

“I don’t– look, I don't know, man-.” okay- fucking, fine– Jecka finally cracked the egg enough to have a hint of humanity shine through, if you can even call it that. Nicole despised doing shit like this, whenever anyone else did she would beg for them to just get to the goddamn point, and yet here she was- a tinge of vulnerability maybe? Fuck that shit! “If I tell you I feel shitty will that make you fuck off!?” Nicole scoffed, rolling her eyes away from the blond.

That sort of reaction would invoke a bizarre response from anyone, hearing it from Nicole was especially odd. Nothing really seemed to ever really phase her, so why this? Eh, who gives a shit, right? Not Jecka for one. The thing that made their friendship so great is they stayed out of each other's business. They weren't the types of friends who talked to each other about ‘feelings’ or anything stupid like that– if they did it's usually entirely by accident. “I mean…” Eh, did she want to push this? Would it only anger Nicole more? Oh fuck it. “...Do you feel bad?” Jecka had a moment of sincerity in her voice, leaning forward to get a closer look at Nicole’s concealed face, turned about twenty-five degrees away from her friends, and with a hand casually covering her mouth. The question left the room silent, under any other circumstance Nicole would've brushed this off as an easy thing to deny, and even when it happened she wasn't, like-... Too peeved or anything. She still hated Ari’s guts for stealing her goddamned excuse, but—... She didn't really know what this was, this type of longform guilt. Guys TRIED to make her feel it all of the time, they tried to make her seem like the bad guy for not fucking them on the turn of a dime… maybe it's because Ari… wasn't trying to get her to feel bad. Did Ari even care about her anymore, think of her?? Oh fuck off! Of course she did! What, can ‘Hunter’ give the sorta fucking heavenly head that Nicole did? Yeah! Let's see him try! Nicole was deliberating all of this in real time, hardly even ignoring Jecka’s question. All the while her friend turned her own body to face the brunette. An idiot would think she was actually a little concerned. Her movements were slow, a hand decorated in hot pink polish reached out to the young woman’s exposed shoulder, hoping to maybe help her? People do that in movies, right? Put their hands on peoples shoulders… though, just as Jecka had made contact with Nicole’s bare skin, something… happened.

“AH!”

Her voice echoed out, this cynical sociopath’s hand darting up and across Jecka’s porcelain white cheek - SHE SLAPPED HER IN THE GODDAMN FACE! - no more than a second after feeling her make any kind of contact. It wasn't just that though– Nicole pushed her own body back along the bed, staring at Jecka in complete confusion. “What the fuck was that-?!”

And Jecka? Oh- she was PISSED! She'd have to deal with a red handprint on her face till god knows when, she quickly covered the spot Nicole instinctively smacked the hell out of with an irritated expression. “AH-! You Bitch! I was trying to help you feel better!”

“Fucking HELP ME?!” Nicole repeated. “By doing what— grabbing my arm?!”

“I barely grazed you, Nicole!” Jesus Christ… what the fuck was this girl's deal? I mean… she knew what Nicole’s deal was just fine, but that shit was INSTINCTIVE! If this is what being a good friend was then maybe Jecka wasn't entirely cut out for it… ugh, no- she was too deep in now. Sighing out, her golden eyes shined as they looked into Nicole’s own shining sapphires. God, when was the last time someone gave this chick a hug? Jecka thought to herself. Her friend was…uncharacteristically on edge. Was that the right term? She wasn't exactly shaking or anything, more just extremely closed off. Maybe that in itself wasn't all that out of character for Nicole but this whole situation just felt bizarre. Did she really feel… like, a little guilty…? Well, either way Jecka had tried and failed to get an answer out of her, and honestly she wasn't nearly high enough for this conversation if Nicole was gonna be like that about it. She sighed, facing away from her friend once more, all the while they stayed in silence, an awkward aura filling the room, tensions rising as Nicole crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks and attempting to keep all this shit deep down where it should stay… but like, who are we kidding?

“...Okay, fine bitch, I'm sorry.”

Now Jecka had really seen it all. She looked back to Nicole, a flush of scarlet across her face out of… shame? Nah- Nicole didn't know the meaning of the word, this was just unadulterated embarrassment. Her body language was pretty closed off too - her chicken-wing thighs stuck together as her arms stayed cross just under her chest.

“...Yeah?” What? You thought Jecka was about to say some shit like ‘I forgive you!’? Please. Remember who these people are for a second. For now, all this newly-bruised girl could do was wait and listen.

“Alright.” Okay fine, this was it. She might as well get it out now… for the first time since she moved here she was about to actually open up. If Jecka spreads this around then she'll just kill herself or something. “Promise you won't tell anyone…?” Fuck! Her body was cringing on impulse on this shit.

“Are you fucking serious– You really think I'd do that!?” Jecka snapped back.

“I… eh.”

“Ugh, yknow- fair, just get it out- I promise I won't tell anyone.”

Nicole inhaled… okay, here we go. “When me and Ari started… dating–” she struggled to even get the words out. “It was like, purely for entertainment and personal benefit, but looking back on it… I put up with way more shit than I usually would. Like, what was stopping me from just getting Jeffery to do the shit she was doing for me? Waiting in line, fucking with their sense of worth? What made it feel different…?” Nicole scoffed. “I dunno… she was annoying and relied on me for everything, honestly she kinda sucked to be around— but after she broke things off, I caught myself, like… missing things.”

“Wait, are you serious?!” Jecka interjected, only to be doubly-interrupted by Nicole.

“A-And, like… sometimes when she was over it wouldn't be all bad- we actually had a little fun sometimes... I never caught myself thinking about any boys shit-eating smiles after I was done royally fucking them up, I never caught myself missing any of their awkward hugs or unprovoked kiss-attempts, but with her it was a little.. Endearing. Fuck! This must sound so stupid!”

“Well- what are the things… you missed…?” Jecka leaned in, getting invested in this tale Nicole was weaving for her.

“Just stupid stuff- like the way she smelled… or like, how nice her lips were, or just, how obsessed she was with me- it was sorta a power trip actually-...” She was getting off-topic. “She turned me into the softest bitch I know… whenever I felt bad for treating her like I did I'd always just redirect the blame- or I'd get high and forget. Whenever she gave that stupid fucking pouty look I'd fingerbang her till she was drooling, and I fucked it all up. I don't regret doing shit because I made that little thief feel bad, I regret it cuz, she made me like, kinda… happy, for a little bit, sometimes… when we were alone…” Nicole’s face was blistering at this point, what could she even say, what was more pathetic than this. “I just…” she paused.

“I miss the way she tastes…”

Ah fuck, well there it was. Nicole hadn't ever had a relationship that physical with… anyone before or after. Hell- she lost not only her virginity- but her LESBIAN virginity to that chick! That's like a whole other tier that she didn't at all expect until college. She couldn't look Jecka in the eyes, she couldn't look anyone in the eyes like this.

“When I'm not high as balls, I think a lot about Ari’s last words to me y'know, and I think she was sorta onto something there. Guys are a real turn off, but girls…? Girls make me want to fucking kill myself.” Nicole grumbled, sinking into herself, falling lower down the wall this makeshift sofa of theirs was against. Jecka was… well, she was astonished. They'd spent a full year as friends and this was her first time ever opening up about… anything! From the sounds of things, this girl wasn't even bi- Schrodinger's d-word her ass! Nicole was a flaming lesbo, clear as day… that's what it looked like to a girl liked Jecka at least. Though thinking about it all… hm.

Once more, silence. Nicole didn't dare speak after going on and on about these stupid thoughts of hers, the sort that aren't going away no matter how hard she smashes her head against a wall, no matter how many percs she pops, how much of her mom’s medication she steals and mixes into a concoction of ‘Forget-me pills’ it didn't matter. While Jecka? She was… deliberating. Nicole seemed really fucked up from all this stuff, and for good reason too. Girl got a loyal, trusting, sweet girlfriend and ended up abusing her to all hell and back. Was there any way she could make her feel better…? The springs of the bed echoed out as the blond scooted a little closer to Nicole, her body language was a lot more than closed off - shit was locked up. Still though, Jecka was supposed to be her friend, so… what was one slap in the face in the grand scheme of things, eh? Soon enough, their bare arms were touching. Ugh, this was weird for the both of them. Physical contact was not either of their fortes.

“Wow Nicole, who would’a guessed you had a heart.” She snorted, bumping shoulders with her friend.

“Let's not start saying that...” Nicole let out a breath that could faintly be called a snicker. It was weak, quiet. This felt a little weird… the brunette leaned her head back on the drywall, feeling her eyes ready to up and roll to the back of her sockets. Man, for the first time in a long time she felt a little better… I mean, not like- great, but it was definitely an improvement. Like a weight had been lifted… oh shit, did talking about this stuff actually help? The thought of that sent a shiver down the poor girl’s spine.

Hm. “Hey Nicole?” Jecka tried to get her attention, leaning down the side of Nicole till her big head of gold was resting up next to Nicole’s freckled shoulder. She was high as shit, who could blame her for anything that her innocent little brain might come up with?

“Mh?”

“Look at me for a sec.”

These two girls had done a lot of stuff the past year. Be it learn that their photography teacher is a white nationalist, nearly get some anime kid to shoot up the school only to talk him down last minute. They dated their gym teacher, spread some guy’s micropenis across the school, and that was all plenty fun on its own, but nothing the year would top this. Nicole couldn't even process it at first. The distinct taste of Cherry soda pushed up against her lips, as a hand as soft as a baby’s bare ass held her cheek close. Jecka’s whole body was leaning up against her own as she completely forced her tongue down Nicole’s throat. Salvia dripped across both of their chins before they finally closed the gap, Jecka’s free hand grabbed one of those thin straps from Nicole’s top only to pull it closer, down to her level where she felt just how hot the brunette’s face lit up. Her lip gloss was ruining Nicole’s face and sensations ran up and down through her body each moment that passed. Neither had time to think, nor process the distinct taste of smoke lingering around their gums passed the alluring flavor of their lips. Fuck- she needed to pull away soon, so why didn't she? What the fuck was Jecka even doing? She wanted to yell at her, call her a freak for this, so why didn't she? Why was Nicole letting this happen? Did she just miss this that much…? That way her breath felt sinking down her throat? That way she seized any and all motor functions from the girl the moment their mouths made contact… it could have lasted seconds, minutes, or even longer - yet by the time Nicole’s hands finally managed to move again, she didn't… Shove her off, not like what the old Nicole would do. What did she do instead? Hold the back of Jecka’s head with a golden mane flowing through her fingers. Fuck, is this what Ari felt like all the time….?

Nicole didn't want it to end, but like all good things it must. She shivered after the now messy lips of her best friend were removed from her own, goosebumps across her entire body and a gaze that begged Jessica for another taste. Her breathing was hefty and brain unresponsive. She just stared at the eyes of Jecka from above… what the fuck actually, what… the both of them had to clean around their own mouths with a tongue dripping with saliva as strands of the stuff kept them bound, connected, only breaking apart when Jecka brushed off her mouth with part of her tee.

“Are…” Nicole - for the first time in their entire friendship - seemed genuinely bewildered. She wanted to yell at her, push the bitch away and off of her. She should be… furious- I mean, she would be if anyone else did that, wouldn't she? Was Jecka actually a lesbian the whole time and she was just being Nicole’s friend to get closer to her the whole time-?! Well… no, she's not and she wasn't. That would be fucking ridiculous. “...Are you trying to FUCKING top me-?!” Nicole screamed out, face blistering red!

“No, I'm being friendly.” Jecka sarcastically responded, rolling her eyes. Nicole could hardly tell if this was the drugs bringing out the wild side in Jecka or if this is just how she really feels. An answer she may never know at this rate. “Jeez Nicole, you're so fucking stupid.” She replied smugly, licking her lips once more.

“Shut-... The fuck up.” God, she needed to smack this bitch actually.

“Still though… not bad, huh?”

“...I've had better.” Nicole lied.

“Oh yeahh?” Sarcasm was this bitch’s second name. “And lemme guess, you wanna show me how it's done, huh?” fuck sake, they were starting to sound like Jeffery’s fanfics. About them. Which exists, Jeffery wrote fanfic about them before.

Nicole moved quicker than quick, clutching the pretty pink collar of Jecka’s shirt and pulling her in close, their bodies were close enough to feel the heat on each other. Nicole pulled the entire girl up atop her own lap, leaving her to press both palms on either side of Nicole, against the wall. “Don't make it sound so fucking gay.”

“That's what's gay about this?” Jecka questioned.

Nicole only realised just now, with a girls face inches away from her own and face drenched in her love,

She very well might be a full-time lesbian

Fuck.

[queer-rose]

A Grave Misunderstanding

Summary: Wednesday completely misinterprets what Enid said, and it leads to some dire consequences

TW: Homophobia | But it's by accident and shunned

Meant to be more humorous than serious, but I thought of the concept in the shower and wrote it on a whim.

Length: 2331 Words

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“Wednesday, can I talk to you?” Enid asked, stepping up to the center of their shared room. 

“If you must,” she responded, turning away from the typewriter to look at Enid, her stoic gaze nearly piercing into the girl’s soul.

“Well, this is gonna be kind of hard but, I’m,” Enid hesitated, looking away from Wednesday, “I think I’m gay.”

“Of course. It has always been incredibly obvious. I do not know how it took you this long to realize,” Wednesday responded, before turning back around to work on her novel. Keys from the typewriter once again filled the dorm. 

“Wait, you knew?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I hadn’t realized it yet,” Enid stepped over the line in the middle of the room, slowly approaching Wednesday. 

“Peculiar. Anyways, I wish to return to my writing undisturbed now, go away.”

“Wait Willa one last thing,” Enid began. Wednesday interrupted with “Don’t call me Willa” but Enid ignored it, continuing on “Are you okay with it?”

“I thought I made it abundantly clear that I do not appreciate it.”

“Oh,” Enid whispered. Wednesday heard a sob break out just before the door to their dorm slammed shut. 

‘She was crying’ Thing tapped out.

“I tell her I do not appreciate how carefree she acts often, it is odd that this time she expressed issue with it,” Wednesday responded, turning to face Thing, “What do you think would be the cause of it?”

‘I don’t know’ 

“Hm, I suppose it’s a mystery for another day. I have already wasted enough of my writing time.” The sounds of a typewriter could once again be heard filling the dorm, though Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that was gnawing away at her as she wrote

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Enid had not returned by the time Wednesday went to sleep and she still wasn’t there when she awoke in the morning which caused the painful feeling in Wednesday’s chest to soar, much to her annoyance.

“Thing, has Enid been in?” 

‘She stopped in last night to pack a bag while you were asleep, asked me not to wake you. Wouldn’t answer any of my questions though.’

“She packed a bag again? I thought we were past this,” Wednesday thought aloud, a sadness plaguing her thoughts even if she would never admit it, “She is most likely in Yoko’s dorm. I’ll have to go ask for her.”

She got ready for the day quicker than she normally would, before going to do just that. However, the second Yoko peaked through the door and saw it was her, the door slammed in her face. “Fuck off Addams, Enid isn’t talking to you.”

“I do not understand why she is upset. I have expressed the discomfort before and she never appeared bothered.”

“You’ve done this before? Jesus Christ you're a prick Addams, just go away,” Yoko screamed through the door, with the only interruption to her shouts being the broken sobs of Enid echoing throughout the room. 

Wednesday considered continuing the conversation, but knew that fighting Yoko here was essentially fighting Enid, which wouldn’t help anything. So with one final disgruntled noise, she moved from Yoko’s room to her first class of the day. 

The class itself was normal, her classmates however were not. Instead of the normal indifference or fear that was displayed on their faces, a majority of her classmates were glaring at her. Even Bianca, who would normally smirk at her when she answered a question before Wednesday, refused to turn around and look at the goth. She would glare back at the classmates that dared to look at her in the first place, which scared them into looking away, but it was still an odd occurrence.

The final nail that something was incredibly wrong happened on the way to her third class that day. An eraser hit the back of her head and someone shouted, “Fuck off homophobe.” When she turned around to look for the source of the shout, she found everyone in the hallway glaring at her. She sent one more Addams-patented glare back before walking to her third class. 

However, she seemed unable to focus during this class. That word kept sticking in her mind, as she could not figure it out. She had never heard the word ‘homophobe’ before and trying to piece together the latin roots seemed to be doing nothing for her. Even after many attempts, she could only loosely piece together a fear of the same, which made no sense. It also wouldn’t explain why everyone appeared to be angry with her. Thing was unfortunately no help in the matter. So finally, when lunch rolled around, she moved towards the quad to search for someone to ask, no matter how much she was against the idea.

Upon entering the quad, conversations almost instantly hushed. At first she assumed it was because she never was seen here unless there were no other options, but then Wednesday noticed that a majority of the students were glaring at her with malicious intent once again. Finally someone shouted that word again, and it quickly started being chorused throughout the quad. She schooled her face to stop confusion from crossing it before moving to find someone to talk to. 

Enid and Yoko were nowhere to be found, so it seemed likely that they were eating in Yoko’s dorm, which unfortunately left her with only one option. Cautiously, she approached the table Bianca was sitting at. As she approached the table, conversations around the quad began to pick back up, even if the students still glared at her as she walked past. 

Finally, she reached the table, “Bianca, I need your help.” Bianca however, did not even spare her a glance. Instead continuing to talk to the people that were at her table. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Wednesday continued “Please.”

This got Bianca’s attention, as her eyes snapped towards Wednesday in surprise. She still looked unhappy to see her, but she also looked contemplative. After multiple silent moments as Bianca’s table watched the interaction, she finally stood up. “You have 2 minutes.”

“That is acceptable, this should not take long.”

It only took a few moments for the two of them to find a secluded hallway beside the quad. Out of sight from her fellow classmates, but more importantly out of earshot.

“Okay Addams, what’s so important?”

Wednesday once again took a deep breath, preparing herself to ask Bianca of all people for help, “I do not understand why everyone is angry, and because of your social standing I assumed you would know.”

“You don’t,” Bianca stuttered out, a look of both anger and shock passing over her face, “How the hell could you not figure it out? They literally shouted it at you as you approached me. Do you ignore people that much?”

“That is… the issue. Despite my efforts, I cannot piece together what the word ‘homophobe’ means. Thing has been no help and Enid is still upset with me, so I cannot go to her for help on the matter.”

Bianca stood still for a moment, her eyes still full of some shock, but also staring into Wednesday’s soul. Almost as if she’d be able to read her mind by doing so, “Oh my god.”

“What is it Barclay? I do not have time for this guessing game. We only have 30 seconds remaining until our conversation is out of time”

“Oh my god you’re being serious.”

“Of course I’m being serious. When do you know me to joke. Now Barclay, tell me why people are angry with me before the time is up.”

“Ignore that stupid time I gave you Addams. I have some things to ask you now instead,” Bianca rapidly spoke, before taking a breath and slowing down, “Like first off, do you know what LGBT is?”

“Why would I care to know what some insipid little acronym means?”

“Okay, this is making a lot of sense. Let’s fall back to your conversation with Enid.”

“I do not know how you know of that conversation nor do I wish to talk about it with you, I just wish to know what the word homophobe means Barclay.”

“This is important to that, and as for how I know, Yoko told me, but do you know what gay means?”

“Of course,” she responded, confusion written on her face for a moment before she morphed her face back into a stoic expression once again. This caused Bianca’s face to fall, disappointment in her gaze, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh,” Bianca responded slowly, “So you only know some of the terms. That also means you meant what you said to Enid. I’m done here Addams, good day.” She began walking away.

“Of course I meant it, Her constant cheeriness is a drain to be around and every day I wish that she would stop. That still does not tell me what homophobe means.”

This caused Bianca to stop in her tracks, realization dawning on her face. After a few moments, she broke out into a chuckle, before finally breaking into a pure belly-laugh. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this. Everything makes so much sense now. Oh my god.”

“I am happy it makes sense to you, because it still doesn’t make sense to me,” Wednesday deadpanned. 

“Okay okay,” Bianca started between laughs, “I can fix this, just give it a minute.” Once she finally stopped laughing, she pulled out her phone and sent a few messages. The phone dinged nearly instantly and she smirked before putting it back in her pocket. “If you can wait here for about 5 minutes Addams, everything will make sense.”

The goth let out a disgruntled sigh, but stood there anyways. She refused to let it show that she was confused as to what Bianca meant, or as to why she was still periodically giggling, but she did let it show that she was annoyed by this turn of events. That is until Enid and Yoko rounded the corner and paused like a deer in headlights. 

Enid turned to move before being interrupted by Bianca. “Okay you two, no running, this is a miscommunication and I’m here to solve it for you all,” She faced away from Wednesday, who watched, unable to stop the small smile from playing on her face when she looked at Enid. 

“Miscommunication? She said she hated that I’m gay,” Enid growled towards Wednesday. There was a viscous malice in her eyes that made the goth girl feel almost sad, though that wouldn’t stop her from speaking her mind.

“Of course, you are too lighthearted and cheery for your own good, Sinclair,” Wednesday spoke up from behind Bianca, making both Enid and Yoko freeze once again. Finally, Yoko burst out into laughter. 

“I do not get why both you and Barclay find this so funny. I just wish to know what the word ‘homophobe’ means and I will be on my way.”

“Okay, now that you two are here,” Bianca began, looking between Enid and Wednesday, “We can solve this miscommunication and teach you what homophobe means.”

“Finally,” the goth muttered under her breath, before moving towards Bianca. Enid hesitantly did the same which brought forward a painful feeling in her chest, much to her dismay. 

“So, Wednesday, let’s start out with this. Do you know what homosexual means?” Bianca continued.

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I suppose it would mean someone who is sexually attracted to similarities?”

This finally made everything click for Enid, her wariness instantly transforming into giggles. Wednesday sent the cheery werewolf a glare, but otherwise kept her focus on Bianca.

“Kind of. A homosexual is someone who is attracted to the same gender. There’s a lot of nuance that we don’t have time to get into, but homosexual can often mean both sexually or romantically.”

Wednesday stopped, her thoughts clearly trying to figure out what was happening, “That does not make sense. The school has no reason to believe I dislike homosexual people. I am attracted to a woman myself,” The final sentence trailed off as she realized what she was saying, but it was still enough for all 3 girls there to understand what was being said. Their eyes widened, glancing between each other, before Bianca looked back towards Wednesday and let the revelation go. 

“Well they kind of do because-” Bianca began, before being interrupted by Enid, “Because gay is another word for homosexual.”

This made Wednesday’s eyes open in shock, before looking over at Enid. She opened her mouth to respond, but for once in her life she felt speechless. 

Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence, Wednesday spoke, “I apologize. I did not mean to make you feel the way you must have. I have never heard the term ‘gay’ used in that way before because my family does not subscribe to such labels.”

“God silly you had me so worried,” Enid rushed over to her, a large smile plastered on her face and a hop in her step, “I thought you were a bigot and it turns out you’re just weird.”

“We prefer kooky.”

“Kooky it is then,” the werewolf giggled.

There was some hesitation before, “Thing missed you Sinclair.”

The smile on Enid’s face softened, “I missed you too.”

They stood there for a few more minutes just staring at each other, which Bianca and Yoko took as their queue to leave, before Enid finally spoke up, “So then miss emotionless goth who hates everybody, which girl caught your ire?”

“An annoyance who shouldn’t be asking questions like that,” Wednesday responded, and Enid only giggled before leaning in for a hug. The goth hesitated, but eventually relented and allowed Enid to hug her. A small smile played at both of their lips as Enid squeezed tighter than before. 

“God I love you Willa.”

There was no response for a minute, before finally, “I love you too Enid.”

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A/N This is the first time I've written anything that isn't code in like 3 years and I wrote it on a whim at 3 AM. It's also my first actual Tumblr post. It's probably a bit OOC and definitely isn't great, but hopefully someone gets some enjoyment out of it.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I get a love letter from Telltale Riddler for a fem S/O who is constantly struggling to stay strong emotionally, but doing her best to keep her head up? Perky goth, gaming geek, greek mythology nerd--I think you know who this is.

A soft Love Letter - Telltale Riddler x F!S/O (Valentines Event 2024)

Of course! :) This ask is for the ongoing 2024 Valentines Event!

TW: None

The letter itself had been placed upon your nightstand next to the bed. A glass of water was next to the paper. The other side of your shared mattress was empty, the sheets pulled up and tight. When you open the letter, you note it was written in dark blue pen. A tiny smudge off to one side where Eddie had swept his finger across wet ink.

To the little minx,

I was called away to business in the middle of the night. Irritating, but unavoidable work has to be done. I'd rather pictured myself staying in bed longer this morning. Feel your long hair weave through my fingers as I held you.

I know what a difficult time you've been having lately. You try to hide it from me with smiles and a teasing wit. But I know you intimately. Does Persephone attempt to hide herself from Hades when the winter comes? You know the answer to this riddle. You can pretend to the world that you're fine. Never from me.

The time will come when you begin to drown, girl. It's the inevitable conclusion of trying to keep your head above the water with no buoy. What you haven't seemed to realize is that I'm right there. Hands ready to grasp yours when you go under. That darkness you know so well cannot keep you. I'll pull you up to me and help you breath again.

For you are mine. Apparently, you needed a reminder.

Rest up today. Play one of your games that allows you a peaceful headspace. Don't worry about getting anything done. I want you to have energy for tonight. My intentions are nothing pure and wholly committed to seeing those doe eyes glance up at me in pleasure.

You already know my feelings. Yet, I'll tell you that I love you as many times as you require it.

-Eddie

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Jock!Tori - Jori first date - oneshot

(They might be a little OOC, and also Tori is trans mtf. Also also, I'm sleepy, so there might be errors.)

Their first actual date was at the roller rink, Jade was a little nervous cause she had never put roller skates on before, but pretended everything was fine. Tori had roller skated before, she started when she turned 7 and went to a roller rink with her family for her birthday. Ever since she loved it. She was confident and very excited, Jade was quiet and nervous she would fall. When they got out of the car and held hands, Jade was slightly shaking, Tori looked at her and tilted her head. "You okay?" She asked, stopping them in the parking lot.

Jade looked at her, she nodded. "Yeah, uh, just cold." She said waving her hand as she talked. It was a little chilly, it was 6PM and it was already dark out. Jade smiled, trying to get Tori to not pay attention to her. Tori nodded, she let go of Jade's hand and took off her Lettermans jacket before setting it on Jade's shoulders. "There, you'll quickly warm up." She said smiling. Jade stared at her, her cheeks reddening. She quickly looked away and put the jacket on all the way. Tori reached over and held her hand again, making them walk.

Jade couldn't stop thinking about how romantic that was and how attracted she was to her. When Tori opened the door for her, she couldn't help the little giggle that happened. She hated giggling, but she couldn't help it, she was just so attracted to Tori in this moment and felt all weird. "Thank you." She quietly spoke before walking into the building. Tori kept her smile, she was very happy spending time with Jade. After putting their stuff away in the lockers and then getting their roller skates, they were sitting on the bench, Jade stalled, she didn't want to embarrass herself. She looked around, not knowing what to do. The lights were bright, but the room was dark, the music was too loud, it was getting to her.

When Tori put a hand on her shoulder, it snapped her out of it. Jade looked over at her, brows raised. "Are you sure you're okay?" Tori asked, genuinely concerned. She thought she was doing something wrong. Jade shook her head. "Yeah, I'm fine, just... I've never done this before." She said trying to make eye contact, but it was overstimulating along with all the other things happening. Tori's concerned face turned into a smile, she held her hand out and held Jade's hand. "I wish you told me this sooner, then I could've helped you get comfortable." She said lightly.

Jade looked down, nodding. "I know I know." She said staring at the skates that she hadn't put on yet. Tori hummed, letting go of Jade's hand. "Here, put your skates on first." She said pointing at the skates. "I will hold your hand the whole time when you wear these, and after." She said waiting. Jade took a breath before leaning down and grabbing one of the skates. After she put both on, she sat there, not wanting to get up. Tori stood up, she held her hands out and was smiling like a dork. "Come on, it's not that scary." She said tilting her head lovingly.

The goth looked up at Tori, after a moment she grabbed Tori's hands and stood. When she slid a little, she grabbed on to Tori's shoulder with one hand and didn't want to let go. "Tori. I swear to god, if you let me fall." She growled lowly, Tori could see the nervousness spike. She kept her smile and moved Jade's hand. "I won't let you fall, I promise." She said softly, she slowly rolled back, making Jade roll forward. Jade whimpered, she gripped her hands tighter. Tori nodded. "There we go, good girl, see, you're doing great." She cooed softly. When she said good girl, Jade's brain broke, she got red again and started to giggle.

Tori smiled wide, loving Jade's giggling. After a few minutes, Tori got Jade on the rink, she promised to not let her fall, and she didn't. She held her hand the whole time and watched Jade slowly get better and better, and that turned into Jade getting cocky. "Watch out, I'm already better than you." Jade smirked, only needing to hold Tori with one hand. Tori nodded, smiling. "Oh, so, I don't need to hold your hand anymore?" She teased, Jade immediately stopped smiling and gripped Tori. "Don't you dare, Vega." She growled. Tori laughed, nodding. "That's what I thought." She said happily.

When they were done, they walked out, Jade wearing Tori's jacket and them both holding each other's hand. As they walked, Jade grabbed a cigarette from her purse, she set it in-between her lips and looked around for her lighter. When she couldn't find it, she grumbled, looking up. "What?" Tori asked, slowing down. Jade took the unlit cigarette out of her mouth quickly. "My damn lighter, I can't find it." She huffed. Tori reached over, into her letterman jacket that Jade was wearing. She took a zippo lighter out of the pocket and flicked it open, holding it out for Jade.

Jade stared at her confused for a second but then put the cigarette back in-between her lips and leaned forward, when it lit, Jade leaned back, taking the cigarette out of her mouth. "Why the hell do you have a lighter?" She asked. Tori smiled, putting the lighter back in the pocket. "It's like why I carry a tampon, I don't need it, but it could help someone else." She said walking. Jade was amazed, she knew Tori was hot before, but this was just hot. When they got to the car, Jade grabbed Tori and shoved her against the trunk of the car and kissed her. She held her cigarette with her one hand and held the back of Tori's head with the other.

Tori kissed back, pulling Jade in more by the jacket. They had such a good time, and Tori took care of Jade so well, Jade couldn't help but feel so strongly about her. Nobody came out of their way to fully help her, and so when Tori had, it was just really exciting and loving. Jade pulled away first, staring at her lips and then her eyes. "Sorry, I just-" Tori grabbed her and kissed her again, she didn't want to take her lips off of her. She loved how Jade smiled when she was with her, she loved her laugh, how she had such strong feelings and opinions. Everything was right with her. Sure, she had her problems, but the love was strong, and the feelings were real.

They were both panting when they pulled apart, they couldn't stop staring at each other. Tori spoke first. "Don't be sorry." She said slowly smiling, Jade smiled too, put instead she looked away and brought her cigarette to her lips. "So, if I get my jacket back, is it gonna smell like you?" Tori asked. "Because I hope so." She added, standing from leaning on the trunk. Jade looked at her, she leaned on one foot and blew smoke into Tori's face. "You're not getting it back, Vega." She smirked before walking off to the drivers seat and unlocking her car.

Jade got in and started it up, making sure Tori's side was still locked. When Tori tried to open the door, she couldn't. She immediately glared at Jade. "I kiss you and this is what I get?" She asked, tilting her head. Jade stared at her before biting her lip and leaning over, unlocking the door. When Tori got in, Jade poked her. "Yes, I had to. I'm such a delicate lady and you just grabbed me and kissed me." She joked, making Tori smile. "You kissed me first, and you were way rougher." She said as she buckled her seatbelt. "Well, I got to kiss a beautiful lady tonight, so I win." Jade smirked, pulling out of the parking lot.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I truly believe that i never would've cared about the Batfam long enough to stick around the fandom til now and plan to stay as long as i can if they were like what fanon stans want them to be canonically.Jason is unironically one of the love's of my life as a selfshipper who started reading comics because of him but i detest the 'better' version of him they've created and same goes for the rest of the Bats and all the non-Bats they've ruined to prop them up

No,i don't want to hear about a white man adopting kids just because they have blue eyes and canonical good parents being bashed or killed off so he can replace them.No,i don't think it's right to reduce one of the most iconic and influencel character's in comics history to a chronically happy dumbass manchild who's obsessed with his looks and sex and as an irl eldest sibling i feel personally insulted by what they've done to Dick because they don't know how siblinghood works.No,i don't like that Tim is always either getting demonized and called a bigot and abuser and 'incel' for being a realistic teenage boy constantly dealing with nonstop bullshit thrown at him in addition to already having childhood trauma or woobified and bamfified into a white male power fantasy-Often coupled with sexualization which is just plain horrifying because he's a fucking toddler.No,i don't feel taking an extremely rough and tough and canonically uncomfortable with society's ideas of femininity and what should be romance chinese girl and literally silencing her wants by erasing that she learned how to talk and how even before that she had major attitude and not only feminizing her but having the audacity to not even make her feminine in a chinese way and instead go the white girl femininity route

No,i don't enjoy seeing a brown arab boy who's already a victim of islamophobic stereotypes in canon have even more added onto it by adultifying him either for bashing or simping and even fucking animalizing him so the white boys he's shipped with can 'domesticate'(an actual term i've seen used for him multiple times)him.No,i don't care that Jason being an angry goth asshole and morally gray is hot to you so you decided to erase his canonical trauma response of not being open to dating or sex unless it's with someone he's super close to due to how much hurt he's been through because you see traumatized men as a fetish instead of people and think you're not being ableist because you're a cis woman.No,i don't think i'm being 'too mean' by insulting and saying i fucking hate people who leave out the ONE black Batkid we've ever gotten in all almost 100 years of Batman comics for no real reason yet inserting the blonde white girl who's not even Bruce's daughter in any way because she DATED HIS SON and is basically dating his actual daughter now while doing it in the most mid fanarts and headcanons imaginable and when he's literally everything they love in white boy protagonists from other medias but they refuse to relate to autistic and queer black kids of any kind

I hope everybody who popuralized it back when the fandom was starting out rots and you're foul as hell if you perpetuate it too,i'm 10000000% serious from the bottom of my heart

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"My scary knight in shining armor is a ...?"

Guys the anime/manga series My dress up darling is in dire need of attention and love!

Gojo Wakana x reader. My dress up darling. I've wanted to write a fic about him for a while, so here I am!

Summary: in the midst of going home from a shopping trip from buying fabric for Marin, Gojo encounters some delinquents. The delinquents corner him. And suddenly, a girl comes and saves him. However, the plot always has a twist.

Your name: Yena Hideyo, but you call yourself Attic

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'Ah~! I'm so happy about all the fabric I purchased! I hope Kitagawa will be okay that I didn't buy the type of fabric she requ- huh?', Gojo thought when he came face to face with some guys, who were standing in front of him.

Each one of them had a snarl on his face, whihc was rather irking than scary. Gojo however, felt an uneasyness when the leader -he supposed- came up to him.

"What'cha got there, huh?", the boy asked, and Gojo could smell the bad smell of cigarettes coming from the -maybe one year?- older guy. "u-um, it's just--fabric-"

"Bwahaha! Why does a guy like you go shopping for stuff like that?? And it's all pink as well!", the guy sneered, and his underlings cackled.

Gojo blushed, as he looked to the side with a frown. 'Can't they go bother somebody else?'

But, it seemed like the gangster was not done yet with the boy. "So, you got some money on ya?", the guy asked, eyeing Gojo's purchase.

Gojo hugged the bag tighter, his voice coming in a more quiet voice than he intended. "I don't have any money..."

and still, the guys didn't waver. "No money?? But from buying all that stuff you must be rich, no?"

"Yeah, c'mon, we just want some beer, then we'll leave ya alone."

Gojo was suddenly surrounded by the guys. It also didn't help that no soul was there. He was alone with the rowdys.

"Either you give us your wallet or we'll tear that delicate fabric."

Gojo only stubbornly shook his head, being ready to get beaten up by the look of the annoyed faces the guys around him made. He closed his eyes as the leader in front of him raised his fists, preparing for impact, but it never came.

punches were heard though, and coughing, and something falling to the ground. When Gojo opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of a scary looking goth girl.

You were looking at him as you stood sideways, your eyes bored, your hair was put in a bun, clothes dark and covered with bordeaux and deep blue embroidments on the corset you wore, as it tightened your waist. You wore a short skirt, platform boots, and in your hand was something big.

When he looked at your body more, he saw that you actually had a nice figure, and he blushed for thinking something like that. But, he couldn't help himself as his eyes started to wander. Especially when your collarbone down to your low cleavage was exposed, the veins on your chest and your pale skin overall, with your dark lipstick... reminding him of something he learned in school.

Having blue veins visible on your chest as a woman was a popular trend in the middle ages. also your pale skin must've been a beauty trend, and your red lipstick gave the final note. you reminded him of a woman in a painting, who stepped out of the frame and wandered the streets. You wore old-fashioned clothes, and your different look bewildered Gojo, but not that he disliked it. You looked interesting.

He flinched as he took a step back, only to step on the hand of one of the guys who was behind him just moments ago. You faced him. "You're...Gojo Wakana.", you said, pointing towards him.

Gojo nodded, feeling uneasy around you. "d-did you beat up those guys?", he asked after you took out some papers. His curiousity was peaked, and before he could ask what those papers were, you held them out towards him.

"I follow Kitagawa on social media. We are mutuals. I'll pay you any price you like as long as you make me these clothes.", you spoke as you looked at him. Your sentences were short, firm, and held all the information Gojo needed in order to be less scared of you.

Gojo felt your glare on him as he carefully took the papers, which were all seperately in a nead folder. He turned the pages of the small folder. the dresses had an interesting design, and he liked the art style.

He looked up to you to ask you a question, but there was no trace of you. He looked around. No goth girl.

He sighed as he looked at the papers again. 'I think she drew them...? Her art style reminds me of a manga I've read...ballroom e youkoso! Wait, is she maybe a ballroom dancer?!'

The boy flipped through your pages again. He tried looking for something that could maybe more hold information, maybe other colours, other than black, dark blue, dark teal, dark red, or dark green...but nothing.

All he saw were dresses he's never seen before, and your...phone number?!

He blushed at the thought of a goth girl giving him her number, but he had to stay strong. He quickly went home after checking the pulse of the delinquents. (Un)fortunately, they were still very much alive.

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"Oh, you mean gothicc_attic! We follow each other on social media...Wait, she's a ballroom dancer?!", Marin's excited voice echoed in the empty hallways of the school as she gasped.

'did she call herself "thicc" because of her body..? She does have thick thighs, though...', he thought as he looked up to the ceiling a feint blush dusting his cheeks.

"Yes, that's what I've been thinking of too...", he yawned, having circles under his eyes.

Gojo rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was still thinking about your dresses, after all. And as he fell asleep, he fantasized about dancing with you. Waltz, tango, and cha cha. These were all the dances Gojo knew at the moment.

But he wanted to know more about you. How come you seeked his help instead of a professional? Or how you beat up those guys...were you also a delinquent? A member of a gang?

He didn't know, but he wanted to meet you soon. He couldn't bring it in himself to text you though. What if...what if he said the wrong thing?

Ah...he was overthinking stuff.

"She gave me her number...I think it'd be good to-"

"You have her number?! Why didn't she give me her number?? I thought we were friends??", she exclaimed outraged.

Gojo deadpanned at her before thinking about the conversation he had with you. You were calm, quiet, and you talked to him like he was a person who was close to you...a trusted person.

"hm...I don't know...", he murmured. Gojo wanted to hear your soft and calm voice again.

"Have you actually ever met her?", he asked as he checked out your social media. His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

'WHAT THE HELL?! She has many times more followers than Kitagawa!?', he thought when he saw the mil next to the follower number.

"Nope, I never met her. I actually started following her because of her profile picture, and because of her posts. I think goths are awesome!", she exclaimed, pointing towards one of your selfies. You had another bored expression on your face as you held a wine glass, but the liquid looked more like blood than wine.

'Is she a vampire...?', he thought as he looked at the caption.

gothicc_attic 1.696.969.696 people liked this post "Drinking that bitch's blood after she bullied me." #killyourbully #fuckbullies #herbloodtasteslikeshit #justlikehertasteinmen #gothicc_attic

That post had many likes, and Gojo looked at your caption with a terrified expression. He looked at Marin for explanation, which she of course had.

"Ohh, yeah, those were the dark ages...long story short, there was this girl, Rika Shinkamu, who just liked to bully and one-up people whenever she heard something interesting. Of course, she'd lay eyes on our goth girl-" 'our goth girl???' "-and try to cyber bully her, bringing her down and hurting her. But, gothicc_attic was not one to scare Rika, no. She exposed Rika on all her wrongdoings, called out that Rika had done BBL on her butt, tits and lips and even hacked into Rika's phone and posted pictures of Rika being together with our goth girl's ex."

Gojo needed a moment to think about what Marin said. "But how come she said that she was drinking Rika's blood?"

"I don't know if she said the truth. But believing her would be more fun, no?!", Marin said happily, and Gojo rubbed his temple.

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Hello? Here is Gojo Wakana. I looked at your designs and they're very pretty :D I hope I don't bother you with some questions?

Gojo looked at the text messages he sent. 'I hope I won't make a fool out of myself...'

Suddenly, his phone dinged.

Hello. Thank you for complimenting my designs. :} Thank you for contacting me. Ask ahead.

'Huh, she answered faster than I thought..', the boy thought before he asked some questions.

Okay, are you a ballroom dancer? What's your name? I like your dresses very much, but wouldn't something lighter be nice? All your dresses are dark, that's why I'm asking 😅

You were still online, but you didn't write anything for three minutes now. Gojo furrowed his brows. 'Did I maybe offend her..?'

I'm asking for a friend, she is a ballroom dancer. Attic. She doesn't like lighter stuff.

'Oh...hm...' Gojo typed again.

Are there any competitions soon? I'd like to know how much time I have left Also, could you maybe ask her if there are different types of fabric for dancers? Oh, and I also need measurements...😅

'Yeah, that's what I did with Marin. I measured her body, then we went shopping for wigs and fabric. Oh, she answered!'

The next competition is starting in six months. Some shops are ____, ____, and ____. I'll send the measurements to you later.

And you went offline. Gojo sighed as he looked at his Hina doll. "I think Attic is shy, when she said she's asking for a friend."

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you were laying on your stomach, your face buried in your pillow as you screamed in delight and in a high pitched voice.

'HE LIKES MY DESIGNS HE LIKES MY DESIGNS HE LIKES MY DESIGNS AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!'

You quickly sat up as you hugged your pillow. 'I think he knows that it's actually me who's the dancer...asking for a friend..as if he'd fall for that. also... now how do I take measurements?'

You groaned in frustration.

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Heya, thanks for readingg this post! if you have requests or want a second part, please like or tell me to tag you!

Read you in my next post!

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The Goth round opened with a whirlwind of weddings—Cassandra not only married Don (with no altar escapades!) but that same night Mortimer was so besotted with Dina that he not only proposed marriage but wanted to marry her the very same night that Cassandra got married, turning the wedding party into a double whammy.

Cassandra: This is... Dina: ...the happiest day of my life.

Both married couples didn't waste any time shimmying up to the bedroom—Dina and Mortimer most especially, given that Dina already has a bun in the oven that isn't Mortimer's.... and happens to belong to Don Lothario. She's not showing yet at all. Her scheme involves passing off Don's child as Mortimer's- entitling Dina to a greater portion of the Goth inheritance when Mortimer inevitably passes. She will inherit 1/2 as Mortimer's widow, but hopes to inherit another portion as the mother of one of his heirs. Cassandra soon ends up pregnant, and is excited to expand her family.

Dina doesn't take too long to settle into her position as the new lady of the house. The day after her wedding, she decides to engage in some retail therapy. Her shopping trip includes a detour to the ATM: she decides to transfer §10,000 from household funds into her own personal checking account. After all, a lady always needs a back up plan.

Dina: He said I could spend whatever I wanted- he never specified how much.

Meanwhile, Don settled into his new digs at Goth Manor. He's trying his best to build up a relationship with his future father-in-law; still, Don hasn't forgotten where he's came from. Even though the Goth family has a Butler, Don convinced both Mortimer and Cassandra that they should hire a maid for additional help: they agreed, and Kaylynn Langerak was hired on to help keep the house clean. Don continued to be generous with his tips.

Don: It feels good to be generous when it isn't your money.

Though Cassandra is expecting, she also desires to adopt a kitten- a want that Alexander shares. They decide to adopt a young kitten from the pet adoption service that Cassandra names Theano in honor of her late grandmother's cat, Hecuba. Little Theano quickly grows up.

The Goth Household is overflowing now, with a blended household of Mortimer and Dina + Cassandra and Don, alongwith Alexander. Despite this, things are running smoothly enough- Dina tries her best to make an effort with Cassandra as well as with Alexander.

Cassandra: Have you never seen Cléo? Ugh, it is a classic of the Champs Les Sims Nouvelle Vague! I think you're going to love it! Dina: *thinking to herself* I'm more of a Sims in the City 3 kind of girl.

Eventually, Cassandra and Dina end up going into labor- only hours apart.

Cassandra ends up giving birth to a beautiful daughter that she names Bella, in honor of her mother. Dina gives birth to a precious daughter as well- who is named Ariana. Mortimer is blissfully unaware, believing that little Ariana is his daughter.

Cassandra: Bella, I will love you until my last breath. You are named after a very important person: your grandmother. How I wish she was here... Dina: I've done it. When Mortimer dies, I will be entitled to the majority of his fortune as his widow and the mother of one of his children. The truth doesn't matter... he just needs to believe it.

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(PowerRuff part 21 part 3) {The Cutie Prom}

Buttercup💚) yeah that's mostly because I don't like going to fancy events and I did buy the suit to go on a date with Summer but now I get to use it for something else but since we're all ready let's hurry up and go downstairs the Uber driver is going to be here in any minute

Bliss💜) you girls look so pretty I remember my first prom it was actually really fun and I think you girls are going to have a lot of fun

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Blossom🌸) thanks sis and I sure hope so

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Bubbles💙) I can't stop talking about it and we haven't went there yet

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Bliss💜) and Buttercup you look so not pretty not cute but handsome

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Buttercup💚) you know probably a normal girl would be insulted by that but I actually take that as a full-blown compliment so thanks sis

Narrator) well we see that the girls are having a fun time let's go see what the boys are doing and how they're getting ready

Butch🦴) I am so hot

Boomer😜) well I guess you do kind of look good I think I look a little better though *giggles*

Butch🦴) looking fly broski

Boomer😜) this is really exciting butch how do you think I look I really want to look good for bubbles

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Butch🦴) dude trust me you look awesome she's going to love it

Brick🤬) are you guys done yet I'm tired of waiting for y'all

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Butch🦴) yeah we're done just give us a second

Blaze🟣) you guys look so nice I remember my first prom I actually went out with the popular girl

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MojoJojo🧠) yeah I went out with a lot of girls and I was your guys's age but I hope you guys have fun considering this is your first prom

Narrator) well it seems like the boys are doing just fine let's go see what the Morebuks girls are doing

Princess👑) pigtails check pretty dress check i think I'm all set but here's one problem usually I would be going to the prom with a boy I'm going with a girl I don't know how to go on a quote on quote date with a girl damn it this is the only issue I'm having

Berserk🔥) well girly that's what you have a bisexual sister for I could teach you how to go on a date with a girl

Princess👑) wow berserk your dress looks really pretty but it's also kinda giving I just left a funeral

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Berserk🔥) thank you that's something every goth / Punk girl wants to hear so seriously are you really having an issue with this because Angel is a girl or are you having an issue with this because you think she had something to do with your kidnapping

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Princess👑) no I don't think she had something to do with my kidnapping I'm convinced about that now but yeah she's a girl I don't like girls I'm not gay I don't know how to go on a date with a girl

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Berserk🔥) well girl you basically got to try to be cool be calm and act like you're talking to one of your friends basically girls talk about well girl stuff and when it comes to flirting you can almost basically try to do what guys do but actually be good at it

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Princess👑) okay berserk I'll keep that in mind but let's go check on the other girls and see if they're done

Berserk🔥) oh my God brat your outfit is totes adorbs

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Brat🍑) I know right Tyler is going to love it

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Princess👑) you seem really crazy about this guy but it feels like you just met him

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Brat🍑) yes the last guy I had a crush on was Boomer and he does not like me at all matter of fact I think he's scared of me and he has a girlfriend so I need my situation with Tyler to go well which is why we need to see if brute is done yet come on chop chop

Princess👑) wow brute you look awesome it kind of sucks you're not going with anybody though

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Brute💋) I'm kind of okay with that though I don't need to go with somebody just to have fun let's get this party started

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Boomer😜) Jesus Christ it's like sweets Galore

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Bubbles💙) I'm about to have such a terrible Sugar Rush

Princess👑) wow angel you have a yellow dress on too

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Angel🐭) yeah I thought it would be kind of cute if we matched I know you like to wear yellow so I wore a yellow dress

Scarlett🌹) there she is I got to go talk to her

Summer💄) so sis how do my leftovers taste

Scarlett🌹) that is the most rudest most dehumanizing thing I have ever heard of my whole entire life you know you're really stupid for breaking her heart like that and if you ask me she'll probably like me better than you

Summer💄) oh don't gas yourself up you better than me in your dreams you will forever be in my shadow so don't embarrass me at this party or I swear I will rip your head off…………. Now bye I have to meet up with this guy I went to here with oh yeah it's a guy something you can never get

Scarlett🌹) yeah well I DON'T EVEN LIKE GUY'S!!!!!!!!!

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