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word count: 3659 characters: Aloysius Minch, Lardna Minch, Picky Minch, Mr. Prettyman

There was an oppressive and tense silence in their bedroom as Aloysius was finishing his packing. He could feel Lardna’s eyes burning into his back as she stood still, cross-armed and and impatiently waiting for him to get a move on. That bitch really couldn’t leave him to pack in peace, could she? Was she so worried about him taking or destroying something of worth out of vengeance that she had to stand there and stare at him until he left?

Oh, and there was the matter of him, too. Her little boyfriend, Mr. Pleasanton or Peaceson or Prettyman or... something like that, was standing watch beside her like she needed the emotional support. Aloysius didn’t know what was worse, having to deal with Lardna or him. He could deal with Lardna’s screaming and verbal abuse, but Prettyman was a different specimen entirely. He tried to be so polite and cordial to Aloysius, as if he wasn’t replacing him in the worst way possible.

That mawkish creep didn’t even realize what he was getting into, did he? That was the one thing that let Aloysius feel any joy. The thought of Mr. Prettyman being trapped with Lardna was a good enough revenge for now. He’d realize just how miserable it was being with her and they’d end up just as disastrous as Aloysius and her had been. Oh, he couldn’t imagine how great it’d be to hear that the two were getting married. He bet that Prettyman would actually invite Aloysius to the wedding. He’d go just to get a glimpse of the upcoming shitshow that it would inevitably be.

Lardna clicked her tongue impatiently. “Can’t you hurry it up, Aloysius?” she snapped. “I don’t have all day for you to fuck around. Pack up and leave.”

Aloysius took a deep but shaky breath, feeling rage building up in his chest. He was tired of screaming at her and arguing with her. There wasn’t much good it’d do now. Their marriage was over and this was, ideally, the last time they’d see each other for quite a while. He wished that they could have cut each other off entirely, but there was the matter of Picky that complicated things.

Lardna was keeping custody of him. Picky would come visit Aloysius sometimes, but he was hoping that moving to Fourside would deter the two of them enough that it wasn’t all too often. He almost felt guilty for daring to think that, but he had to be honest with himself now. Even if it was crushing to watch his family crumble the way it had, he couldn’t have gotten a better deal.

Of course, he loved Picky (he was pretty sure), but... it was so hard. And so now, with their divorce and his moving out, they were stuck figuring out how they were going to deal with Picky in this split household. Aloysius was set to send her child support each month, and he agreed to some visitation at Lardna’s insistence, but he would have been more than happy to give her sole custody. That wasn’t realistic though, and she’d never have allowed him to slip out of their lives entirely. Besides, she would just fuck him up without some input from Aloysius.

Picky didn’t really seem to care either way, so she wasn’t doing all this on behalf of him, that was for damn sure. His son had been the silent figure in this whole mess. Aloysius was a tad grateful that his son had reacted so calmly (or unemotionally) to the divorce. He was expecting it to much worse than that, but Picky had always been mature for his age. Not like Pokey, the immature little brat. Aloysius tried to never think about Pokey anymore, though. He was long gone (and his disappearance investigated thoroughly with nothing turning up) and both he and Lardna knew he would never come back.

Maybe that was just another failure of this entire family. Aloysius and Lardna had been such bad parents that one of their sons was now gone for good. That was another wave of near-guilt whenever he thought about it-- but he was a little relieved that Pokey was gone. He thought that Lardna felt the same, though she never admitted it. That had been a massive argument and half, but he just had this feeling that neither of them had loved Pokey as much as they wanted to believe. But hey, maybe he was just projecting. Lardna did like to throw that word at him a lot.

Aloysius pulled his suitcase of clothes shut and secured it, now ready to be taken out of this home forever. He grabbed hold of the handle and pulled it off of the bed. He finally turned to see Lardna again, who looked irritated just by his being here-- which she undoubtedly was. She could only roll her eyes at Aloysius. Prettyman had his arm protectively around her broad shoulders in what appeared to be an attempt at looking as sympathetic to the both of them as physically possible.

He put on a strained and unpleasant smile, gesturing with his suitcase to the door. “Well, I’m done. Happy now?”

“I’d be happier if you were dead.”

“L-Lardna--” Mr. Prettyman stammered.

Aloysius could only laugh. He shook his head in disbelief and tilted his body slightly to slide past Lardna, exiting the bedroom. Lardna followed closely at his heels like some filthy hound-- and Prettyman, like the demure little thing he was, stayed obediently by her side. Aloysius unconsciously picked up his pace till he passed Picky’s room. He paused just beyond it before backing up to peer in. Picky was sitting on his bed, seemingly in thought.

Exhaling slowly, he hesitated and then entered. Picky looked up at the sound of Aloysius’ footsteps. That beyond uncomfortable air returned as Aloysius searched for the right words to say. “I... w-well, this is it,” he said. “I’ll stay in contact.”

Stay in contact. Like Picky was one of his business partners and not his son. What a shitty choice of words, something Aloysius was already kicking himself for. Picky seemed indifferent to what he’d said, face propped up his hands. “Okay.”

Again, he felt Lardna staring his down from the doorway. Aloysius approached Picky and gingerly placed his free hand on his son’s shoulder. “I’ll come visit whenever I can. We might not be living together anymore, but... you’re still my son. And I...” Aloysius cleared his throat awkwardly. He didn’t want to say these next words, but he had to say something. Mainly to spite Lardna. “I... ahem. Love you.”

“Okay,” Picky replied plainly again.

That wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. Aloysius sighed. “Okay... well... goodbye.”

“Bye. And I love you too.”

Aloysius nodded. He stepped away and exited Picky’s room, saying nothing more. Lardna and Prettyman followed him down to the living room. His ex-wife pulled him close by his suit jacket and snarled, “Don’t even try to get Picky on your side. You’ll just use him to get back at me. You know you don’t give a fuck about him.”

Aloysius shoved her back as Prettyman raised his hands in alarm. “N-Now, Aloysius--”

“You don’t give a fuck about him either,” he hissed back. “You’re not the good guy here! All you are is a fucking cunt. That’s it.”

Lardna’s eyes widened and her expression changed to unmistakable rage. “What did you call me?”

Aloysius pulled opened the front door. “I said you were a cunt.” He waved, a smarmy grin plastered on his face. “Be seeing you.” He slammed the door shut behind him. The last thing he heard was Lardna’s shrieking his name and Mr. Prettyman’s attempts to keep her calm.

“She complains about you all the time,” Picky said. He poked his overcooked pork chop with his fork, not meeting his father’s eye. “I guess she never really got over it.”

Aloysius snorted and leaned back in his chair across from Picky. “I’m not surprised by that. I mean, you know how hysterical she is.” The thought of Lardna ranting and raving about him even after his moving out made him laugh. He leaned forward, the two front legs of his chairing connecting with the floor. “That’s great.” Picky halfheartedly agreed. “...you’re not going to eat your pork chop?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“After I did all this work to make a homecooked meal? At least take a bite.”

Picky sighed and tested the chop with a small bite. Aloysius raised his eyebrows in expectation. “It’s... okay.”

Aloysius slammed his palm on the table, chuckling. Picky jumped slightly at the sound. “I just can’t please you, huh? Fine. We’ll waste it, then.” He plucked Picky’s plate from the table as well as his own and wandered over to the kitchen. He scraped off the nearly whole pork chop into the trash and set the dirty plates in the sink. “You can at least clean up for me if you’re not gonna eat my food.”

Aloysius sat back down at the dinner table, watching Picky get up to start his chore. He reached over to the beer cans on the table. Empty. He tried the other. Also empty. “And get me another beer, will you?” he called. “And I mean now, Picky.” He could almost sense irritation in Picky’s reaction as he shut off the sink to get his father a beer. Aloysius snatched the can from Picky’s little hands when he finally gave him his offering and cracked it open. “Yeah, thanks, kiddo.”

Picky nodded and recommenced his chore. Aloysius took a swig of his beer. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll give you a beer, huh?”

“No, that’s okay.”

“What, you don’t want one? Come on, it’ll be fun! You’re getting to be a man now, aren’t you? Trust me, it’s not bad when you get used to it--”

“I said I don’t want to,” Picky replied in a tone that was sharper than intended.

“Watch your tone,” Aloysius warned. “What’s with you tonight? You’ve been acting like a brat the whole goddamn time.”

Picky’s voice wavered when he responded. There was that tinge of fear in it, too, that Aloysius was all too familiar with. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“If you don’t want to be here, then just say it,” Aloysius said with a malicious friendliness. “I know how you feel about me. Just so you know, I didn’t want to have you here either. But your mother-- oh, your wonderful mother!-- insisted that you should. Probably because she’s sick of you and just wanted to dump you on me so she could go off and-and-and-- and let that little creep fuck her.”

“Dad,” Picky tried to cut in, voice cracking. “I don’t hate you. Please. Can we just stop talking about this?”

“Oh, you want to stop talking about it, huh? Sure, Picky! Let’s drop it, and then we’ll sit here and pretend like nothing is wrong! Just like when I was still living with your mother! It’ll be like old times. Well, fine. You’ll get what you want. You win! Hope you’re happy.”

Picky slammed one of the plates in his hand down into the sink. It connected with the metal sink with a loud bang, though it didn’t sound like it broke. Through a choking sob, he forced out the words “I’m not.” Aloysius huffed, rolling his eyes at his son’s crying. If he was supposed to feel sympathetic, then Picky was doing a terrible job convincing him to care.

“Just knock it off, Picky. Stop acting like a girl and grow up.”

“I wanna go home,” Picky sobbed as he wiped the tears from his face. “I wanna go home.”

Aloysius pushed his chair back to stand up. He made a sweeping gesture outward with his arms, beer still in hand. “Fine. You’ll get your way yet again. Let me call your mother. ‘Cause I’m not driving you back, and if she won’t either, then you’re walking home, got it?”

Fourside and Onett were far, but he didn’t care. Picky obviously did though, as he objected, “B-But--”

“Just keep quiet.” Aloysius picked up the receiver and dialed in what had once been his home phone number, now burned into his brain permanently despite his wanting to forget.

“Sooo,” Aloysius started uncertainly, cradling the receiver between his ear and his shoulder to open a beer, “Christmas is coming up, huh?”

“Yep,” Picky replied. “Thirteen days.”

“That soon? Wow...” He shook his head in disbelief. Time was flying by so fast. He still hadn’t gotten the obligatory present for Picky just yet. He had no idea what he even liked, and Lardna wouldn’t help him out on that front, of course. He’d ask Prettyman, but he’d never want help from that fucker. He could figure it out on his, probably. Well, he’d try anyhow, and no one could expect much more from him. “So you done with school till January, or...?”

“Almost.”

“You’re getting good grades?”

“Yes.”

Aloysius chuckled awkwardly. “Well, we’ll know for sure when we get your report card, huh?” Picky hummed in agreement. “What grade are you in again? Third?”

“Fifth.”

Shit. Bad guess. “Ah, right. Yeah, fifth. I was just testing you.”

God, there was so much about Picky he knew he was missing out on. He hadn’t seen him in months. At least six or seven months altogether, but he hadn’t been really keeping track. Aloysius just let the days fly guiltily away, never wanting to know for sure just how much he was neglecting his son.

Not that it really seemed to matter. Picky never seemed happy when they were together, so they weren’t missing out on much. Still, Christmas was a pretty big deal for kids. He’d probably have to go see Picky before then, at least to drop off his present once he figured out what it was. And, well, there was that other thing, too.

“So John Prettyman told me you guys are having a Christmas party. He invited me, actually.”

“Yeah, he told me.”

“Good, good, he told you... uh, well, I was thinking I might go.”

Picky’s voice sounded so surprised when he replied, “Really?”

Aloysius paused. Was he really committing to this...? Well, it wasn’t a wedding to crash, but he needed to see what Lardna and Prettyman were up to nowadays. His curiosity had to be satiated somehow. And yeah, he could see Picky and fill the quota of quality time for the next few months to tide him over. “...Yeah! Might as well. I was going to come down and see you anyways.” He sighed. “Sorry I haven’t really seen you, kiddo. I mean, I’ve been looking for good work again and it’s just been crazy here, so you know--”

“You don’t need to make excuses. It’s fine."

Damn, all right then. “N-No, I mean--”

Picky cut him off again. “Dad, I said it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll tell John you’re coming to the party, okay?”

“Thanks, Picky. See you soon.”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

God, he needed to not screw this up.

This was the first time Aloysius had been back in Onett since the divorce. The town was poisoned to him after that. He never wanted to come back, and yet, here he was, about to walk into his ex-wife’s and her boyfriend’s Christmas party. He wondered who else was invited. Mr. Prettymen seemed pretty liberal with the invites if he’d asked Aloysius to come. He was sure Ness’ family would come over for as long as they could bear, the pretentious bastards. He wasn’t sure who else would, and he almost dreaded to find out.

Aloysius stood at the front door for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a minute or two. His hand, curled into a fist, hovered just above the door as he hesitated to knock. He held Picky’s present in the crook of his arm on the other side. It threatened to slip from his grip at any moment and so he stood there, continuously readjusting his hold and waiting for the courage to knock. Suddenly, the door swung open, exposing Aloysius to the warm lights inside.

Lardna stood there with a disdainful and already unhappy look on her face. “Aloysius, just come in. You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.”

Aloysius frowned and pushed past her while she stepped aside. “I was just reconsidering some of my choices. Nothing wrong with that,” he replied quietly but snidely.

Mr. Prettyman approached with a friendliness that set Aloysius on edge. With his arms outstretched as if he expected a hug, he said, “I’m glad you could make it, Aloysius! I didn’t think you would come!”

“Yeah, I didn’t either,” Aloysius grumbled, trying to keep his distance. “Where’s Picky? I have a...” He gestured with the present in his hand. “Yeah.”

“Oh! He’s around here somewhere... check the kitchen, maybe?”

Lardna cut in. “You can just put it underneath the tree. Picky doesn’t need it now.”

Aloysius shot a glare at her. “What’s one present before Christmas? Big deal. It’s not like I’ll be there to see him open it up otherwise.” Not waiting for Lardna’s response, he booked it towards the kitchen at Prettyman’s advice. Surely enough, Picky was there, gathered by Ness and his little sister. He perked up a tad at Aloysius’ appearance.

“You actually came,” Picky said.

“I said I would. So I’m here.” Aloysius held out the box to Picky. “Got this for you.”

Picky took the present from his dad. “Thanks. I’ll open it a little later.”

“No, you can open it now,” he replied encouragingly.

Lardna grabbed Aloysius and yanked him back by his shoulder. “It can wait. He’s talking to his friends,” she said with a fake sweetness. “Come on. Don’t bother Picky, all right?”

“It’ll only take a second.”

“Then you can wait a little while longer! Oh-- Rich, come over here and say hi!”

Aloysius groaned. Not Rich. He fucking hated Rich. He still never paid Aloysius back for all the money he lent him and his family. The nerve of that rat bastard, after everything he’d done for him. His wife and kids weren’t much better either. Ness was a constant annoyance, as far as he was concerned. Rich was just another reminder of how much of a shithole Onett really was.

And there he was. Rich, home on a rare occasion, just like Aloysius. Except his family was still in tact. He looked surprised to see Aloysius there. Just as surprised as everyone else. “Aloysius, it’s been a long time,” he said in attempt to be friendly. “How’ve you been?”

“Aside from Lardna divorcing me, taking my house, and forcing me to pay child support while I’m stuck between jobs and barely surviving myself? Just swell, Rich. Just swell. And how’s your family, huh?”

The smile on Rich’s face became all the more forced. Lardna shot a deadly look at Aloysius, no longer able to keep herself calm. “Will you excuse us for a moment, Rich? Thanks.”

The closest place that allowed them any privacy was bedroom upstairs. Lardna shut both of them inside and Aloysius, so curious to see what bullshit would come out of her mouth this time, was willingly lead there. If only because he wanted to give her a piece of his mind, too.

“Do you want to pull yourself together, Aloysius, and stop embarrassing your family?”

“Family?” Aloysius interjected. “What family is that?”

“Picky. You acting like a jackass in front of everyone is not going to go over well, especially since you haven’t even bothered to visit him in months. Months! And then you show up and you decide to fuck everything up again! What’s wrong with you? Why even bother?”

Aloysius scoffed. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. You’re the one acting like a bitch when I tried to give Picky his goddamn present. I mean, is it really that hard for him to just open it really quick while I’m here? Was it really so horrible for me to want that? Huh? It wouldn’t kill you to just keep your fucking mouth shut or leave me alone while I’m here. I just wanted to see Picky. That’s it.”

“And now you’ve seen him, so you can go!”

“No way. I made a special trip from Fourside for this. I’m staying and I’m going to make this party a living hell for you if you don’t stop this shit.”

“You’re repulsive.”

“So are you. You’re a soul-sucking bitch.”

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Lardna hissed quietly.

Aloysius felt a burning hatred deep in his gut. Neither said anything at all for a moment then, taking the time to really look at each other for the first time in a year. Lardna was the first one to move, taking Aloysius’ face into her hands and pulling him into an aggressive kiss.

Lardna pulled back, still cupping his face. Aloysius was too stunned to speak. Fuck. Why did he miss this so much? He took the initiative and kissed her again. It wasn’t as long or as intense, but there was this sort of giddy embarrassment that came from it. He pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses onto her jawline and neck. She squirmed and objected, just like she always did. She was too ticklish for it, she complained. Aloysius always thought it was too cute to not kiss her there.

Then, he pulled back, holding her at arm’s length. “What will John think?” he asked, half genuine and half mocking.

“John doesn’t need to know.”

Aloysius grinned at her and pulled her in for another kiss. Just like her, the cheating bitch. But for that one singular moment, she was his cheating bitch, and that was enough for him.

#Porky's Memoir [DRABBLES]#Loud and Proud [FAMILY]#timeline; pre M3 #( okay to reblog for the record if anyone was interested lmao )#( and now for something completely different??? )#( I had this in my head for a while and thought I'd do something with it )#( and now for more depressing Minch stuff! this time minus Porky! )#( I think Lardna and Aloysius have a really interesting relationship after EB so I wanted to explore this. )#( and some of the effects on Picky too the poor thing )#( also I spent h o u r s on this and I'm really proud tbh )#( I had wanted to post it yesterday but I had a mini crisis with some homework due to my being a dumbass but now I have a little time so )#( here we are...... )#( I want to write more of Aloysius and Lardna later on )

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blockgamepirate · 4 years ago

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I find it interesting how Wilbur always seems to gravitate towards authoritarian characters when he's roleplaying, even when it's the more casual semi-roleplay of the 100 players challenges. It just seems to be the kind of character he likes playing the way Techno pretty much always makes his characters violent and Tommy usually makes his intentionally obnoxious and hot-headed.

I think it's Wilbur's charisma, it just makes him suited for that kind of role. And his interest in stories about power and politics. The easiest way to get those going is to establish an authority.

I was just watching his capitalist and communist challenge videos and what stuck with me was that the defining attribute in both of those was the authoritarianism, not the economic system. Both times Wilbur was the highest authority and punished everyone harshly if they disobeyed.

Yes, I know it's just funny minecraft videos but come on, how am I NOT supposed to analyse explicitly politically themed content? And I'm just saying it's interesting, I'm not like accusing him of making the videos wrong bc I know it's just entertainment. (I actually REALLY wanna go on a tangent about this but I’ll hold it in for now lol.)

But yeah it's just funny how even Ghostbur still has that authoritarian side. Ghostbur doesn't want to be a leader himself but he still thinks the server needs one. And even c!Wilbur's "anarchist" phase was more about destroying L'Manberg, not because of any anarchist ideals but because it wasn't what he wanted it to be, and it wasn't his anymore.

It's an interesting contradiction in a way because of all his anti-authoritarian rhetoric and being so involved in two revolutions, but it's not incongruous because the point is: ultimately he wants to be in control. He isn't happy with just anyone in power, it has to be him. Not that he necessarily needed ALL of the power: At first he would have been happy with just having the monopoly on drugs, just having his own small business "empire", but when he got denied that, he got more ambitious... and I get the sense that with every obstacle he faces he grows increasingly ambitious.

In a lot if ways Dream is the same, by the way. That's the sense I get from his character. The less in control he feels the more ambitious and authoritarian he gets. That's my read on him.

..... Okay tangent under the cut because I can’t help myself:

I gotta say I do think Wilbur should maybe do a bit more reading on political theory and political history. He's obviously interested in it but his actual knowledge seems pretty limited and superficial, and his political analysis is sometimes just kind of bizarre honestly. Since he likes writing geopolitical stories and political intrigue, it would really benefit his writing too.

I think he should definitely check out some leftist theory, and obviously I'd recommend anarchist theory too lol. Something contemporary, the classics are good and all but they're a bit outdated. And learn some economics too, just making sure to check out various different economical theories because the currently predominant economic theory is just... extremely flawed, frankly. I know I'm showing my bias but hooo boy. You really can't separate it from neoliberal politics, at all, the fact that it's being so heavily promoted has everything to do with politics.

I would recommend Ha-Joon Chang for a capitalist critique of capitalism. I would definitely consider Chang a capitalist but he's basically the least bad kind and has some really good analysis of neocolonialism. From a leftist perspective... idk, I actually struggle more with leftist recs because I'm more critical of my own side lmao. Also a lot of my own introductory reading wasn't in English. But idk, Richard D. Wolff maybe? I kinda have a soft spot for him even if I don't always agree. And like Chang he's good at talking about economics in an understandable way. That's kinda why I often rec these two, because they don't require prior economic education.

Also both of them are actually pretty entertaining. Wolff does these "Global Capitalism" talks which are recorded and posted on YouTube and which are like genuinely fun to watch a lot of the time (or they were back when he was able to have a live audience at least) and Chang has a wry sense of humour. Idk if Wolff would appeal to Wilbur specifically, but I think Chang would.

Btw if you guys can think of other good recs, go ahead and put some in the notes or reblogs. If you put in links I can reblog those additions so they show up.

#dream smp #wilbur soot #wilbur soot critical #i guess #idk #i don't mean this to be negative #scheduled post

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phoebe-delia · 3 years ago

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So not to be a creep but I’ve been checking your blog throughout the day to see when you’d be posting thoughts on the new TSwift songs.

I just saw your reblog to sitp-recs and YAY IM NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HEARD “RUN!” AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT DRARRY!!

“Run like you’d run from the law”???? All the talk about keeping things secret and running away and hiding and no one understanding????

THATS MY BOYS 😭😭😭

(I’m sorry this was a lot but who else was going to understand?)

Anon,

I grinned when I got this ask. I honestly didn't think anyone would care that much about my thoughts on the songs, but if you're asking I'm more than happy to share! And if you're comfortable feel free to drop another ask or shoot me a DM with your own thoughts :)

First I'll give overall thoughts and then I'll delve into a few more specifics, as well as a tiny bit of Drarry stuff! This is going to be a lonnnggg post which I suspect very few people—if any—are really interested in reading. But if you are, then stick around! And please feel free to share what you think in the comments, DMs or ask box! <3

Overall I LOVED it. The production was amazing and very cohesive. And oh my goodness her VOICE has grown so so so much. It's hard to realize the difference when we just listen to stuff like folklore or evermore or even reputation, but her voice has developed a lot. It's a lot stronger than it used to be when she first recorded Red—and that's saying something because her voice was great then, too!!

Like with Fearless TV, it really felt like a more grown-up Taylor reflecting on her early life, and it was emotional to listen to this album now when I so vividly remember it coming out at the time. It's also so clear that Taylor had fun rerecording it. Her passion for her old music is always so wonderful to see—that she's not the least bit ashamed or shying away from her early work, because it feels like we really grew up with her, yk? And all the parts of ourselves—past and present—deserve to be celebrated.

Now for some specifics.

It was sooo fun to hear her say "who is taylor swift anyway?" in 22, and her little dialogue in WANGBT (although the "weeEE" in the chorus of WANGBT made me laugh a little lmao). And Stay Stay Stay was a lot better—don't get me wrong I liked the original too but this version was even better.

Also I LOVED Holy Ground. I loved that song before—I dedicated a fic to it in the TS/Drarry series!—but I was so satisfied with this version.

The Moment I Knew is and continues to be the melodramatic bop we all know and love. Girl at Home was good, but it was a bit of a shock. It's just so different from the original, and sonically it reminded me of 1989. Still, it was enjoyable.

Okay now the vault tracks:

Better Man and Babe?? incredible. Message in a Bottle is SUCH a bop (and I see some potential Drarry vibes 👀)

Also, I Bet You Think About Me is soooo funny and one of my favorite vault tracks. Forever Winter is so good and sad.

Run is SUCH ROA VIBES!!!! You said it perfectly so I won't add on more than to say it's like the theme song.

Nothing New—I was SO excited to see Phoebe Bridgers get a full verse!! The song itself is also just amazing. love it.

The Very First Night is also a bop. Really fun and a great vibe.

Okay. Now for the song we've been wanting for 9 years: ATW 10 minute version.

I was floored. I knew I would be. I mean she wrote a 10-minute version of my favorite song?? I was shook.

The lyrics are incredible (although I'm a little confused by the "fuck the patriarchy keychain" part, but my theory is that it's a little Picture to Burn reference bc of the "stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive" and now with Jake being like "you drive idc." That's my theory but she also released keychains with that phrase on it, so. idk.)

Okay but the REST of it. There are too many lyrics to point out, but she really holds nothing back and it's just a tour de force. I also loved her harmonizing with herself instead of the other voices that were there in the original.

The only other thing I'll say about this song is that I've added one more songfic to the plan for the TS as Drarry series ;)

Anon thank you SO much again for the ask. It means more than I can quite say that you like my blog and care enough to hear my thoughts. I started this blog and began writing the fics in hopes that I'd reach people like you! <3

#taylor swift #drarry #harry potter x taylor swift #taylors version #red taylor’s version #phoebe delia

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unfortunatelyilikebnha · 5 years ago

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Oh boy that post I reblogged about Todoroki and Iida understanding memes & pretending not to got me INSPIRED so here r some Izukrew groupchat/meme headcanons:

Everyone thinks the bakusquad chat is crazy and while they’re right, the izukrew chat is just as wild

They have probably planned acts of vigilanteism in here I mean what?

The chat has definitely made at least 164 different plans to kill End**v*r, just in case. They aren’t gonna actually use them they’re just a precaution & a way to vent (probably. End**v*r better watch what he does tho). Someone in the squad had a bad day? Make a plan to kill End**v*r, you’ll feel better. Todoroki doesn’t always contribute, & they always ask him before they make a new plan to make sure he’s still okay with it, but he appreciates the support & knowing that his friends love him and have his back

[Achey Breaky 🅱️ones]: Hey Todoroki, can we make a plan to kill your dad? [Elsa But Better]: ya sure go wild [Running in the 90s]: Can Uraraka float the bastard into the sun? Discuss. [You’ll Float Too]: ive never tried to make anything go that high but for todoroki definitely!! [Elsa But Better]: ...thank you” [Kermit With A Gun]: (flamingdumpster.jpg) it is He go wild Ochako

Uraraka talks in the chat the most, followed by Todoroki (if sending memes counts as talking), Midoriya, Iida, and finally Tsuyu who lurks a lot but doesn’t respond as often as the others

They have a “days since Midoriya last injured himself” counter that they update daily. The record was 15 days. The average is 3.

They change each other’s nicknames often. They have free reign as long as it’s not too mean, and chat rules say they have to keep whatever their name was changed to for at least a week. Sometimes they match names/ have a theme. Sometimes they bring their name changes over to the main chat too.

There is a designated “Iida Appreciation Day” when the chat is especially nice to and appreciative of Iida that happens in the chat every few weeks because they realize that they as a class are a Lot to deal with & even tho Iida is way more chill in the chat with his close friends than he can be in the main class chat they know he still feels responsible for them & does a lot for them. Iida does not know about Iida Appreciation Day (but when he finds out he is super touched & maybe cries a little bit)

Todoroki is king of the really weird, really abstract memes. The rest of the squad has no idea how he finds them & is kinda too afraid to ask

He also has a reaction image for everything and like,,, he just HAS them he doesn’t look them up, which the rest of the squad realizes cause he replies way too fast to have looked it up on the internet. They are in awe of his power

Besides the izukrew gc, only one person knows that Todoroki memes, and that’s Kaminari, because Todoroki likes to t-pose & do other meme things while Kaminari is looking at him & then as soon as anyone else is about to see what he’s doing he immediately stops. Kaminari is going crazy because nobody will believe him that stoic Todoroki, who has the greatest deadpan expression ever, memes. “Todoroki? Are you sure? Kaminari maybe you’re sick, he doesn’t know memes remember? We yelled ‘this b*tch empty’ in front of him yesterday and he just stared blankly at us.” “BUT MINA I SWEAR I SAW HIM DAB!” Ashido and Sero tried to catch him doing it but gave up after a while, stating that nobody is that good at hiding their meme knowledge. The rest of the izukrew knows obviously but feign confusion because 1) it’s funny and 2) Todoroki is genuinely having fun. When Todoroki eventually reveals to the rest of the class that he can meme, he apologizes for pranking a very vindicated Kaminari.

Iida likes those memes that combine several memes. He sends reaction images that are just memes without text bc he knows his friends will understand exactly what he’s talking about

He’s also king of photoshop & totally uses those skills for evil - he’s rly good at putting Lucky Luciano into pictures, making his friends break into a cold sweat as he sends a picture to the chat that is seemingly the exact same as the one the last person sent. Since they’re so competitive they have an ongoing competition to see who can find him first (Iida keeps the score. Right now Tsuyu is winning, but the ranks change often)

He, like Todoroki, pretends not to know memes, but takes it a little further & pretends not to know teen slang either so he can misuse it in front of people & laugh at his classmates cringing (Iida: Seatbelts are important. As Ashido might say, they are “totes yeet, yo!” Ashido: //crying// IIDA NO! Iida: Does that not mean that it is very important? Ashido: //crying louder// NO!!!). Some classmates attempt to “teach” him but he “just does not get it”. Again the izukrew pretends not to know because it’s funny.

Uraraka is queen of wholesome memes. She has so many “I love my friends” memes & always has cute images ready to send in case anyone is sad or stressed. Everyone in the chat would die for her no questions asked (she will use this to her advantage one day probably).

She also really likes spongebob memes and uses them often. Her favorite is the one where spongebob is wearing those pink frilly glasses

While she is queen of wholesome memes, she’s not afraid to tease anyone & often sends smug/teasing reaction images. Nobody is safe, especially if they tease her first, & if there’s a competition in the chat she goes all in. When she wins anything it’s like “[You’ll Float Too]: (dignitylaugh.gif) whats this? it seems i have won our little competition...” (But then immediately after she sends her first victory message she’s like “lmao jk good game”)

Midoriya sends links to random ass YouTube videos to the chat at 3 am. Sometimes the videos aren’t even memes they’re all might documentaries or something he thought was interesting or thought one of his friends might think was interesting or videos someone made about how they trained their quirk that he thinks might help someone but sometimes they’re completely nonsensical. It’s like a roulette wheel every time someone clicks a link Midoriya sent. Sometimes the chat makes bets about the contents of the video before anyone opens it. Most of the time they’re all wrong.

He doesn’t rlly have a favorite style of meme, but he always has a million specific variations of whatever meme is popular at the time and all past popular memes. His phone camera is like a meme record. He’s rlly good at finding vine comps with good but not rlly well known vines.

He also infodumps in the chat sometimes bc they let him & he is really grateful that his friends are actually interested in what he has to say

Tsuyu sends memes that roast the sh*t out of everyone in the chat. When one of her friends is doing smth stupid she totally calls them out in the form of memes (she’s really good at finding those tiktoks that feel like they are roasting you specifically). She’s a comedic timing genius and knows just when to send things (& because she doesn’t use the chat as much that makes it even funnier). She also is, rather predictably, fond of frog memes

She also loves making those alignment chart type memes (& the ones with like the triangles or the four quadrants) & makes them for/about her friends & classmates often. She is scarily good at reading people and hits the nail on the head 99% of the time. Sometimes she sends them to the main class chat too and the rest of the class is like ?!?!?!?!?!?!

Because she’s a big sister, she often sends reminders to the chat to take care of bthemselves (Iida does this a lot too, but sometimes she has to remind him because he’s so caught up in caring about others he forgets to care about himself. Actually everyone in this chat is guilty of that including Tsuyu smh). Since the others make sure she takes care of herself in return, she’s really grateful for her friends

Bonus hcs:

Aoyama, once he is added to the chat, become the expert at sending selfies of himself looking directly at the camera while a member of the chat is distracted in the background, not seeing him. The chat makes it a game to try and spot Aoyama before he can get a picture, but Aoyama always wins. When asked how he can escape the detection of even those who are always on edge/have been trained to notice every little movement, he just smiles and says “it’s a secret~!”

Shinsou, who eventually replaces M*n*t* in 1A bc this is my city & grape boy is gross, does a thing called “insomniac hours” where he will send a random question to the chat at like 3 am & Midoriya, who is almost always awake then (or sometimes Todoroki Tsuyu or Uraraka if they’re up, and very very occasionally Iida), will give him a super detailed answer. Sometimes during the day the chat plays a version of this where Shinsou asks an obviously nonsensical question and the rest of the chat has to come up with long, nonsensical answers & then votes on the best ones. Many inside jokes were borne from this game.

#bnha #todoroki shouto #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #endeavor tw #uraraka ochako #asui tsuyu #kaminari denki #ashido mina #sero hanta #aoyama yuuga #shinsou hitoshi #mineta tw #have i spent over an hour on these? yeah. do i regret it? not in the slightest #(well. i do have a lot of late work but its not like i was probably gonna do rhat anyways)#this is LONG I’m sorry shaksvsjshsjsbjabsjsbs i just think the izukrew is neat

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sassaetcie · 4 years ago

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The Molten Charcoal (Idia x Silver fic) : Chapter 2

Enjoy this second chapter :) Please reblog if you like, or comment, I love to see your comments,,,

I... went outside my room. The corridors were pretty chilly... I guess I should really go outside, huh. What if I spread the curse here, though? If some ice were to be born here, to be blossoming peacefully, or furiously, no melting would even be bestowed upon them. Only my flames would remain. Only I will remain... somehow. The darkness were soothing, though. They don't burn, after all. I should ask someone to use dark magic to boost my computers, lol. Nevermind. I didn't meet anyone, of course. All of Ignihyde's students aren't giving a shit, anyway. If we were to come across each other, we would both stare at the void and walk as if no one was there. My legs hurt a bit, tho. Less than in PE and after PE and the day after but still... I walked for a few minutes at least. Maybe I was just hungry... I was so stressed I couldn't tell lmao. But the corridors were so quiet and chilly... I'm just annoyed our colors are black (tho it's not really a color) and blue... Can't blue just fucking disappear. Hmm... if blue were to "fucking disappear", Ortho would as well kflgldlnf,. I'm stupid. He even called me some... time ago, I think? I should check the hour from time to time... What if I miss some event???

My "date" with Silver is in 6 days, probably. Why would he call it a date if he doesn't know I'm in love, though... I guess Ortho really saw through me and wasn't joking with my Prince Ideal?! Is he going to shoot Truth Bullet in my face and make me the only victim of this love trial?! Six days, tho... I'll have to see Silver... I've already met him so it won't be as awkward as the first time but... Do I even have the right to love him, anyway? I probably have, but I can't fulfill my lovey dovey dream, LOL. Even if he were to love me... Even if he is a Prince... That's the way I should behave as the future Shroud Family Head. I should wed someone of my "rank". But if I do, how many responsibilities will be pushed upon our shoulders? I can not just marry him, that's right. But he is still a "prince". I won't ever wed a fucking prince. Wouldn't that mean fulfilling my kin's wish? I don't. fucking. want. to. I don't want to be a Shroud. I am just... Idia... I am just Idia... And if the prince's ideal was just something I started to wish after what happened back then? What if I don't really love Silver but just love his aura? That's it, right... Sorry, Ortho, I really can't be in love with Silver, huh. There's no way I truly love. That's just another delusion. I'm just a stupid kid. I'm just a stupid adult. Whatever. This delusion is sweet, huh? That will last some time. And it'll vanish. I can't love a prince since it would be a Shroud's fate. I want to love the Prince Charming since I want to be saved. Couldn't I just love the sweet and caring senpai ideal?! Guess I went the hardcore mode because I'm rich and used to opulence, lol. I still got six days... I guess Ortho will knock my door like hell when the time shall come, anyway. That makes me going outside at least five times to be prepared... Welp, I'll just play some games and read the lessons's content Ortho has sent me. Lol.

[Started Recording at : 11 am : Second??? Day]

[May contain fragments and shattered data]

[The user has deemed preferable to let them be.]

-LET'S FUCKIIIING GOOOOO

-What do you mean, dude? ... trying my best. No... really.... serious!

The room next to Ortho was definitely reflective of Idia's moods. His shouting and screaming and screeching and howling were as reversed as his flame hair. He was not a bother when he let his voice ramble... He was not annoying either.

-I'm... best DPS! Y'all can't outrun my skiiiiiiiiills!

He was just acting so happily. His little brother sat on the bed he had been offered by the school, in the room the school had offered him, in the world he had been offered. The covered by some shades of blue, very likely azure, bed, was probably soft.

-GOOD GAME y'ALLLLL! I'm... play... See y'all!

-Huh? If I want to stay in the... channel? Sure~! What do... wanna talk about, though?

He did not need to go outside to seek happiness. They knew about that. His flames barely had enough sense in existing, and could erase all of the logic they were looking for. This story did not make any sense. Should this story make sense? He was a half, after all. This should make sense. But why?

-Yeah, WyverneCastel? I.... yeah... need... later. If you can, ... course!

The next lesson would soon begin. It was better to stop Recording right now.

[Ended Recording at 11:30 am : Second??? Day]

Tbh, I only had good games so far. No Internet problems (of course, since I usually fix them, NRC is so fucking slow when it comes to administration and solving problems LOL), no Internet problems for my team, no server crash... I kind of like to solve little stuff like that, to be fair... Like, I didn't really use to when I was younger. Well, until a certain incident, of course... Maids and butlers would just bring sweets, cupcakes, forêt noire, macaron, lemon pie, millefeuille, sachertorte, éclair, tropézienne, chou à la crème, mochi, dango, baklava, Turkish delight, praline pie, crepes, waffles... No matter how dark and clean their suits and dresses were, none of them were exactly identical. I guess that's why I could recognize them, especially when I was small... I guess my parents just wanted to show off by telling others their servants could have a slightly customized outfit, or some kind of shit like that. It would probably cost a bit more than regular outfits they could just ordered at the same moment... Just because they had money, the "bit" was staying a "bit". I don't want to see them again... Their blue burning hair, like mine... I fucking hate it. I can't even dye it. I can't dye it. I can't dye it. I can't dye... I can't change them... I can't change... I'm a cursed heir in love with someone who could be a prince but isn't at the same time. This story cannot end in a way or another. This doesn't make any sense, yet it does. Can it just be absolutely absurd? Give me some powers that don't make any sense. I want them. I don't want to be a Shroud. Welp, guess I'll go and check what Ortho did for the lessons. I'll probably go and take a "walk" after (that is, earning outside-resisting exp points to lvl up my skill).

Okay, so the "recordings" go as "The Seventh's history may seem simple at first, but do not forget that History is made by winners. They were the ones to win and if their people are living in, for the most, good conditions, it is yet to be proven that the means were as glorious as the results. If someone says something when speaking of History, try thinking about the opposite. It may end up interesting, although I cannot deny some FACTS exist in History itself, since an enormous sample of people were made to make sure that it was a "fact" and therefore, not a "speculation". Well, these facts could be denied since propaganda exists in our world, alas. But doubting everything will spread discord, and even lying can be used by leaders to prevent peoples from collapsing or killing each other."

Up to this point, I cannot say it's difficult. I mean, it's just almost a Civilization creative game, huh. I guess this is just the introduction or something like that, and that the "hard" part will come right after...

"The Queen of Hearts has made an abnormal lots of rules, for instance. Yet, her peoples did not dethrone her. Does that mean they like her? Well, this could be interpreted as "respect" from our point of view. But from someone else, they could actually fear her and fear the fact she has sent people to death. She held trials to judge them before sentencing them to death or other punishments, that is true. Yet, were that true trials or actually fake trials only meant to look like trials and fair justice? We do not have enough clues about whether she actually listened to mitigating factors or... . To keep going with this idea, ... also was judged when ... came to Wonderland. The trial was ... and yet almost ... ."

I'm not gonna lie, why the hell are there blanks? Ortho is always serious and meticulous. There's no way he can miss a single word. His ears are among the best of the world. I'm pretty sure he can fucking outrun all of Savanaclaw when it comes to earing (well, actually, he probably can outrun ANYONE since he's great). So if there are blanks... there are but a few reasons for that. Either he needs an urgent update, but this has NEVER occurred before since I've spent months to create a perfect calendar to never let him suffer the most insignificant flaw. Thus it can't be that. He could have been beaten up but that wouldn't make any goddamn sense. Who would even try to hurt him when I'm so neutral to anyone? I legit don't give a shit about what's going on in NRC. I'm not even sure I met the new student (if they're that new since I dunno when they have arrived lol)... This left me with two solutions.

Either Ortho was infected by a Virus, but nobody here has my hacking skills so it's very unlikely or... he has started recording more than expected and it's making its components slow down. I guess I won't have any choice but upgrade his memory next time we update him. The thing is... what the fuck is Ortho recording outside of our notes? He's probably doing something for my sake or...?! No, he wouldn't do something that twisted... He wouldn't!!! He wouldn't seek intel on Silver for my sake?! Go back Ortho! GO BAAAACK! You're a pure-hearted shota character, you shouldn't seek to change your condition or you may end in a fucking violent time loop! I don't think he's actually doing this... It would be weird for Ortho to act on this own on shady stuff like this. I guess he is trying to help me in a way... But what the fuck can he be recording... I'll think about it after checking the other days recordings. Maybe there weree already some parasite noises or something like that?

So, I've listened to the whole yesterday recordings, and even the one before yesterday (I just sped up his voice since I just wanted to be sure there were no vocal errors). I am.. pretty sure of it, now. Ortho did not have troubles until yesterday night at least. It seems it has begun during the second part of Trein's class, so it wouldn't be stupid to think that his memory is being more and more filled by "something else". I guess I will just ask him to only pick the key information and understand by himself what the teachers told him... It will take faaaar less room. I'm going to get out now, that's probably night. I hope it will be another chilly travel.

OKAY THIS DIDN'T GO AS PLANNED AT ALL. NOT AT ALL, NOT AT ALL, NOT AT ALL. I thought I'd take a stroll towards in the refectory since no one is supposed to be there at that time but I FUCKING FORGOT THAT NO ONE GIVES A FUCKING SHIT IN THIS FUCKING SCHOOL?! I even thought of taking some food if there were some leftovers so that I could award myself from getting out of my room (cause honestly walking is boring as fuck, I'd rather walk in Skyrim, at least I can hear my leather boots on the ground, lol)... Of course people would have been there. But when I got out of my room, the chilly ascension kept on telling me to move forward. Everything was covered in darkness, to the point I thought my flames would become that of a raven, finally. I took several steps, no matter what the light piercing my skull did. The gleam may try to bath the corridor of their blue burning halo, there were too much potential icicles ready to kill it. I just wanted the chill atmosphere to let me walk, and somehow it ended up this way. For now, my flames were too weak to even absorb the ice before absorbing their waters. I wish for it to weaken to the point my sparks die. I want to walk on that silver lake too... I don't want to fly above. I don't want to sink beneath. I want... to walk on it. To swim through it.

Basically, by the time I got to the refectory (always fucking heavily decorated, like what the hell, luxurious chandeliers????), I realized I made a mistake. There were at least two potential people going there at least once a week. From the moment I heard their voices, this was too fucking late. Trey and Jamil were arguing, somehow? I didn't even think it was possible for these two to argue... I mean, Trey is the cool glasses trope and Jamil is obviously the tortured-but-actually-cunning-and-not-that-bad one. How could they even argue? Well, not that I knew if it had happened before. Cater could post a lot of stuff on Magicam (and yet that wasn't even shitpost...), lol. But I don't remember seeing stuff on Trey badmouthing Jamil or the other way round... Trey was the kind to avoid troubles at all cost, especially since he was under Riddle's influence... I would behave the same, tho I would never have been vice-dorm-leader lmao (well im already dorm head and it's already a fucking pain in the ass, thanks)... I tried to escape but it was too late... I guess that's what I get for playing with my burning curse. They asked me what was I doing there, though they probably were not surprised of my walking "hours". They seemed so suspicious of myself that it was not an ordinary situation. Usually, they would maybe have greeted me... That's all. They began asking me if I was the one stealing the food. Even if my answer was clear, even shaky, none of them would accept it. I was... after all... fire. Fire and water never meddled. Even if I pushed my body to repeating the same answer under different shapes since I may have had a bad locution... They wouldn't listen to me. At some point, I even told them I would find the criminal later and that I would just record some little things they would say to me before going back to my dorm, but they wouldn't even let me go.

-Well, you see, Shroud, there were supposed to be some yakitori, curry portions and blanquette de veau left. All of them disappeared. Although I think it would be hard for you to eat all of this, your health habit seems bad enough to let you eat nothing for several days then compensate suddenly by a huge chunk of food. Am I wrong?

Jamil wasn't especially agressive toward myself, though I know he probably doesn't like me. Who likes me in this ocean, anyway. They were not fishes like Octacreepnelle, but more of... water elementals, I guess. Or maybe barely humans able to seize water and flowing into rivers. They could merge into this part I couldn't access. Of course I would be forever different and... hated as such. Very likely.

-I am sorry to interrupt you, Mr Viper, but I don't think Shroud is the responsible. I know for sure he has a sweet tooth, and yet, most of the sweets are actually there. Except some of the biggest cakes, everything is more or less there.

I would have rather prefered Trey not to reveal my weakness to the enemy, but he was also trying to protect me in a way. Trey is probably actually more of the hero in disguise trope...! Just kidding. But up to this point, they had so many proofs and yet were clueless and even daring to choose me as the culprit...

-The culprit isn't me, isn't Trey and isn't Jamil...

-Heh?

-How can you be so sure about that, Shroud?

-E-eh... You suddenly rely on me so much... Guess I'm good as long as I can be useful, huh... But you won't let me go if I don't spit the truth so... Basically, all of the sweets, which are tiny and not good for health, are left. Then, we can conclude it's neither of you because you would have picked up ingredients, not food itself, or at least not Trey since he probably values a lot baking and improving.

-T-That's true...

-Then, that could be Jamil... But why would he come again if he already has stolen that much? And from what I know, Jamil prefers to cook because of some dark poison stories, right?

-Y-yes, I cannot deny that...

-Then, it is neither Trey nor Jamil. About myself, I try to stay in my room as much as I can, and I'm pretty sure Ortho only go to the refectory during the authorized hours since he is much more reliable than I am. But why would anyone steal so much food in the first place? If it were for one person, one or two dishes would have been sufficient. Moreover, let's say it again, the sweets were not stolen. So the person who stole... didn't pick up what they wanted by love of good food! They stole it because they needed it.

-Hmm... I wouldn't disagree with you, Shroud but.. I am pretty sure I got a letter from Jamil telling me I had to get here at 10 pm...

-Excuse me, Clover? Aren't you the one who sent the letter?

-And that solves the mystery. There is someone who planned on stealing food, knew that you were the only two going for sure in the refectory during night and set you up.

-Wait, who dares to do such a personnal attack against Scarabia?

-It is very likely that the culprit is... Ruggie Bucchi from Savanaclaw.

-Wait.. that would actually make sense...?!

-Especially since he didn't get a lunch earlier... I guess he planned on pleading for hunger if someone was to catch him during the act. And so he sets us up by delivering letters on different hours, and not by his own hands... Wait this level of intellect is almost that of Azul... Ruggie Bucchie is really cunning and... worthy of praise in a sense.

-Hm, that would definitely make sense since he is always the one to get the leftovers in the refectory before the holidays to help the people of his town. I did not expect you to be that useful, Shroud.

-Heh, you're talking to the one who solved Hinamizawa and Rokkenjima's mysteries on the second parts of each, of course I can do such petty investigation.

-Well... thanks... on the behalf of... Scarabia. I am going.

Jamil just left, but tbh I don't really know why. I guess he wanted some time alone before going back to Kalim. At a certain point of my childhood, I had tried to ask less and less to maids and butlers since they all worked so hard. They probably wanted some freedom too. And... I wanted to learn things for myself, too.

-Oh, Shroud, since you've helped us a lot... And... you've thought of how hard I work on my cakes... I want to make you one as an award. And it must have been hard for you to speak to us. Ask me anything and I'll bring you a cake, my best cake, when you want me to give it to you.

-H-h-h-h-huh? I mm-m-m—mean it's really nice b-b-b-but I...

-That's okay, take your time, I won't scream or shout on you just because you're different from others.

-I... I... thanks... Thanks... But... Shouldn't y-y-y-y-you be paid for that...? I mean, you're a kind of artist, and artists should be p-p-p-paid, r-r-r-ight?

His face certainly moved. But why? Was it on its own, or an order, a semi-order, even? I couldn't tell whether his mouth was smiling or if he was smirking, or the other way around. His limbs were linked like any of the sea-universe kin. So, if he were to makes any action, it should be on purpose... but that would be far too easy and stupid.

-Yeah, sure, but you paid me by solving a big trouble. Of course, depending on what you ask, the fees could overcome the wish I had, and thus you would have to pay a supplement.

I had already asked him about the fees and talked about artist respect. I couldn't possibly go beyond what he would offer me since I, for once, had gathered experience on this one, right...

-Please... Can I have a... I hope it won't sound weird... grey and blue cake? With some hard candies on the top...

-Wow! That's an original idea, I like it! Sure, I'll make it. Blueberries and hmm... I guess some white chocolate, maybe some Turkish Delight if I'm in for it... I'll try to make something unique for you! When should I give it to you?

-I-in... five days, if it's fine with you... I really don't want to bother you, you're already so nice and patient with me...

-That's okay, I'll bring it in five days to the Ignihyde Dorm! But the hard candies and the Turkish Delight may make the cake harder to make... Since you're a Dorm Leader and I don't want Riddle to have troubles with you, could attend at least one PE class? That would make up for it.

-Y-y-y-y-y—yeah, sure.

#twst #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland #idia x silver

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flechxtte · 6 years ago

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repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. shen (i haven’t. decided on his full name yet) | lord shen | various aliases as he was wandering around for 30 years PRONUNCIATION. i. i mean. it’s kinda. self-explanatory NICKNAME. that goddamn peacock none GENDER. male HEIGHT. 5′7″ish AGE. about 53 or so SPOKEN LANGUAGES. i used to have it decided on whether his mother tongue is cantonese or mandarin but i can’t remember now rip he probably speaks a number of different chinese dialects tbh. he also probably knows enough of the languages of the surrounding countries to get by, at least. it’s possible he traveled all the way to africa during his banishment given he. somehow. obtained the loyalty of his two gorilla guards

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. (plumage) white, red eyespots EYE COLOR. red, but close-up you can tell there’s flecks of orange and violet in them as well BODY TYPE. Shaped Like A Peacock(TM) ok but i still stick to my headcanon that when set next to other peacocks he will be noticeably smaller (yes, he did grow to be smaller than both his parents) but otherwise isn’t visually thinner or thicker than them ACCENT. I MEAN YEAH OKAY GARY OLDMAN VOICES HIM AND HE’S BRITISH BUT no in canon shen does not have a british accent. he does speak very properly tho VOICE. well-spoken, large vocabulary, but aggressive. he uses threats very efficiently lmao DOMINANT HAND. right-handed but he’s somewhat proficient in using his non-dominant hand as well POSTURE. peacock (TM) fjfieiea; I MEAN OKAY AGAIN he looks kinda slouchy bc he’s shaped like a peacock but that aside, he really does have good posture. he doesn’t slouch at all, he’s actually quite tense and. Twitchy TATTOOS. none BIRTHMARKS. none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). that is one white peacock. also that’s a long train of feathers coming off his butt

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. china HOMETOWN. gongmen city BIRTH WEIGHT. idk but he was Tiny and sickly BIRTH HEIGHT. listen he hatched from an egg ok he was Tiiiiiny MANNER OF BIRTH. honestly i think everything went about the way it was expected to. i have seen fanon that maybe shen’s parents had some troubles conceiving, and i do kinda like that idea tbh, but otherwise, the birth itself was uncomplicated. he might have needed some extra help hatching tho just bc he was so weak as a newborn FIRST WORDS. lbr it was probably ‘nana’ or something like that and my heart just imploded SIBLINGS. none PARENTS. mother | father i haven’t. given either of them names rip PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. rather limited and distant in early childhood... shen was born very sickly and weak, and his parents turned over care of him to the soothsayer instead since they felt she was more equipped to tend to his illnesses, etc. they also, on some deep level, were afraid of getting attached bc he was so weak. so shen was raised mostly by the soothsayer instead, even after he grew stronger as an older child. while his parents did genuinely love him, they also felt. disconnected from him and guilty due to their decision

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. beach bum NEET he currently does not have one CURRENT RESIDENCE. gongmen city, specifically the soothsayer’s home CLOSE FRIENDS. none rip RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single in main verse, ship verses uhhhh vary FINANCIAL STATUS. broke as hell in the main verse DRIVER’S LICENSE. this is. like. the song dynasty, dude CRIMINAL RECORD. OH BOY attempted genocide, so much murder even outside of that, attempted world domination??

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. aromantic but it could just be that he has a very dim view on romance PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | equal PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | equal LIBIDO. uhhhhh idk it’s there. but he views sex mostly as a way to pass the time TURN ON’S. whispers pain (both receiving and giving), edging TURN OFF’S. humiliation, degradation, too much mess LOVE LANGUAGE. nowadays? it’s nonexistent. unless you mean platonic, in which case the only way you’ll know he loves you is if he never physically hurts you rip but emotional attacks aren’t off the table

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. present-day they’re nonexistent lmao in the last 30 years, he was a participant in a gradually dying relationship that eventually was held together by a mutual desire for sex and nothing else, which was fine with him at the time. as a teen and very young adult, he was considerably more affectionate and loyal. however, he has always been selfish, narrow-minded, and naive, so even then there were hiccups

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. The Grudge, for bby!Shen there’s Nobody’s Playing HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. christ i don’t think he has any anymore. you really have to understand that for the past 30 years, every little thing related back to his goals in some way. all of his ‘hobbies’, interests, relationships, ALL of it. with his goal having been blown out of the water (haha), he literally doesn’t know what to do to pass the time MENTAL ILLNESSES. oh, where to begin? paranoia, delusions out the wazoo, major depression. i do legitimately think he has some kind of psychosis, but it’s displayed in delusions and not. hallucinations or hearing voices, etc. so like. major depression with psychotic symptoms. it’s also nOT the basis for his violence or aggressive behavior i don’t want anyone coming away from this thinking that rip PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. respiratory issues, somatic complaints LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. he likes to think he’s left-brained but lbr he’s right-brained PHOBIAS. drowning, death SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. it’s in the dirt, dude. but you’d probably never guess it going by his behavior VULNERABILITIES. he’s fast and he hits hard and accurate, but he does not take hits himself very well man if you get a good hit in, he’s going down and he’s probably going to take a minute to get back up. he’s not po lmao

#;dash games #it took me like four months to fill this out jf c

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