#ANYWAY. thank you anon this fic is a real special one for me. had it cooking since 2021

[faebriel]

Hi! Just read the hadestown au piece and I just wanted to say it was so gorgeous and heartbreaking at the same time.

I was wondering if you could say a little more about the au? Maybe some stuff about how everything plays out following where the fic ends (I know how Hadestown ends, just mean in the au terms) and obviously the walk out of the underworld (and Wilbur’s reaction)

O/

hi anon!! first of all i am so SO glad you enjoyed the fic <3 thank you so much, and thank you for the question as well!!

as for the rest of the au - well, the recap in the notes kind of summarises the first part. and niki finds wilbur, and fights schlatt, and gets dumped outside the walls, and goes to sleep.

the person who finds her, actually, is ranboo - for someone so goddamn lanky they're not bad at finding their way around hadestown unnoticed, and they've heard about niki from techno and phil back in the pit. he's the one who wakes her up. niki is still despairing and angry when she wakes, and turns to go - but ranboo, hopefully, asks her if she's the person techno and phil told them about, if she is the crack in the wall.

and niki is furious and hurting, still, but she doesn't entirely have the stomach to leave when ranboo is staring at her like this -> 🥺

so she follows him as far as the fighter's pit. and passes more people who recognise her, and whisper, and stare - people who heard about her the same way ranboo did, or people who saw That Fucking Display on the railway. not only did she care for the strangers here, but she stood up to schlatt (emotionally and physically lol). not only was she brave, but she was kind, too. and when guards pass, people offer to hide her. and people wish her well on her journey.

she reunites with techno, and, god damn - look around. techno really does think that with the people behind them, with quackity behind them (he could recognise a god's handiwork anywhere, and niki's guitar is so obviously mended by godly hands), they might actually have a chance at tearing schlatt down long enough to escape to freedom. forever free from governments what have you. and niki is bitter about wilbur, but she is still twice as furious with schlatt - so sure. gather the people, free the end. beat him at his own game. they charge the centre of the city

meanwhile, quackity and schlatt are getting into an absolute shitfit about this whole thing. ohhhh you're betraying me for some stupid mortal country why don't you like MY country huh WELL maybe if you weren't so AWFUL TO ME i would LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU etc etc etc. and quackity looks outside and he hears the distant sound of guitar and he's like oh. oh, shit. oh, thank god. they actually did it

while all this is happening, wilbur is continuing his no good very bad afterlife on the railway line, right in the centre of the city. wilbur is not really great with manual labour to begin with, if we're totally honest - he can build a house, or an office, but it's not how he likes to spend his time, and especially not in a place so grey and featureless and devoid of feeling or, well, life. and he's feeling quite horrible about the fact that not only do his friends mourn him, just as he hoped they might not, but niki came all the way down here for him. and she got hurt, because of him. it's a nightmare, but one in which he has signed over absolutely any power he had to affect the outcome.

phil finds him. security is getting kind of lax around hadestown. they talk about life, and death, and getting demoted from being the messenger between those two worlds because you got a bit too mouthy with the boss. it kind of puts things into perspective.

wilbur still doesn't regret sending niki away, because he knows he's trapped, but he regrets pretty much every other wasted second.

fortunately for him, niki is currently swept up in the crowd making its way straight to the heart of hadestown. techno is living up every second. oh, he has missed revolutionary action. techno is the righteous anger, ranboo is the soft-spoken follow-up, and niki is both. oh, wow, the four of them really make a charming matched set, don't they. almost like a syndicate okay i'm not gonna be coy look it's the syndicate

they make it to the heart. schlatt's really not happy. but man, he's in the mood to emotionally crush some hippies so - you want to sing and dance your way through my country? quackity sure thinks that little anthem you lot keep twittering on about is something special. so sing a song for me! make me laugh! make me WEEP! go on, if you think you're so special. sing it.

so niki sings the anthem.

okay. niki plays the anthem, and she sings it too, but she's one person and she hates this much scrutiny and her voice is failing even as she sings - and then, a voice pipes up from the crowd, someone who already knows all the words.

and wilbur sings it like he believes it, too. and in that moment, niki (tells herself) that she forgives every awful thing that happened between them since he took that train.

the melody is not hard to pick up. two voices become a dozen, become a hundred. (techno hums obligingly because okay, he doesn't love the symbol of the revolution being a country's anthem, but these things are kind of hard to change once they get rolling and he can sit most of these people down for a class on anarchism later - )

and schlatt gets emotional over this for three whole seconds. oh, three seconds is enough for wilbur and niki to reunite with more hugging and more tears and more apologies this time, and for quackity to reminisce about their pasts, and for him to think more about his country than he has in the last thousand years combined. and then he hates niki even more for it. oh, he respects the hustle. but also he despises the hustle.

so, fine: you want to get out of hadestown so badly, then? well. let's not make it easy for you. here is the age-old catch - wilbur can leave. but niki must walk ahead, and cannot look behind until the two of them have returned to the mortal world.

oh, he adds, and, wilbur - of course, if you change your mind, you're welcome back in hadestown. shit, you might have just earned yourself a promotion back here. if spring is coming again, i might just need someone to help lead down here.

and wilbur scoffs, as if i could ever do that!

and niki holds her breath beside him.

because leading hadestown - a domain over a country of citizens who cannot starve, and cannot die. without having to worry about mortal things ever again. isn't that exactly what wilbur would want? and he already left for less. he already left her for less.

so hadestown gathers. oh, yeah, they're coming too - they heard l'manberg's anthem, of course (or some of them heard techno's anarchist diatribes against governments and are quite excited to lead a life without rulers. it depends). there is niki, there is wilbur behind her, and she walks for a while and he walks for a while and they all walk for a while, and after that while niki calls out to him, but there is no response.

brief pandemonium.

schlatt's rigged it, you see - niki can't see wilbur. but now she can't hear him, either. can't let them go without one last trick. the crowd will have to guide her instead.

Niki takes a trembling step forward. "Got eyes on him, Niki," Techno calls from behind. A quiet laugh ripples through the crowd.

so they keep walking.

and walking...

and eventually, the crowd falls silent too. and doubt comes in.

it's been hours - beyond hours, beyond days - and niki hasn't heard a thing. there is no music, no bubbling of voices behind her, no shuffling of feet. for all she knows, wilbur turned back and left. for all she knows, everyone else gave up and followed him. why wouldn't they? they don't know where they're going. she barely knows where she's going. right back into the cold, and dark, right at the edge of winter - and who is she to lead them? niki isn't a god, or a muse's son, or a president or a tyrant - she's a baker, for gods' sake. her best friend died and her heart is still broken because of it. is that the kind of person who can lead a country's worth of people out of hadestown? it can't be. it can't be.

and none of that matters, because who cares who would and wouldn't follow her out of hadestown - wilbur wouldn't. he couldn't. he couldn't even follow her home when the alternative was literally dying. of course he would take up schlatt's offer. it's perfect for him. he already made his choice. he already chose his side. and he didn't choose her.

Niki staggers over the next crest, outlined in the bronze and gold of sunrise - painting a sharp, bright glow round every stray strand of hair, round the guitar scuffed and restrung across her back, round the shape of her trembling fists, pressing themselves tight against her sides. And she stops. "Does she look okay to you?" Technoblade mumbles, at Phil's shoulder. "It's a long walk," Phil responds. He is entirely too quiet for Wilbur's liking. Technoblade looks just as displeased with the answer as he is, and turns to Wilbur. "She normally good at walking?" She doesn't look well. She shakes - Niki, solid, steadfast in Wilbur's eye, never trembles. Her shoulders sink, and for a moment that rends his heart from his chest, Wilbur thinks she might be crying, and he's driving his nails into the flesh of his palms in matching fists before he can stop himself (because there is nothing he can do, silent, even if it's the exactly what Niki would scold him for). But all he hears are sharp, laboured breaths. Her boots rest at the edge of shadow. Niki stares down at them, edges blurring and warping, the sunlight crawling towards the tips of her toes - so, so close. She sang the song. Spring is almost here. She is almost home. But she can't bear walking home alone. Is he there? is all she can think. Is he - And she turns.

not to break the immersion, but - in hadestown, orpheus cannot bring himself to trust hades, and thus he turns. here is a bit different. niki doesn't trust schlatt, but she turns because she can't bring herself to trust wilbur anymore.

the crowd surges forward into the sunlight. surrounded by the flood of people, all niki can do is stare at wilbur - who, mere steps behind her, looks just as exhausted and filthy and heartbroken as she does.

and then he's gone.

-

i could never really decide how i wanted this fic to end.

the foundation is there. the people of hadestown swarm past niki, into the sunlight. quackity steps off the train. niki sinks to her knees, and phil puts a hand on her back, and techno and ranboo stand there hovering beside her because something really bad just happened and they don't know what to say.

tommy, tubbo, fundy and jack emerge from the ravine, shouting in glee as the crowd reveals itself as friend, not foe. tommy searches desperately for niki in the crowd. finally, he finds her, knelt on the ground. he knows before she turns to him, face streaked with tears. tubbo follows, and then shakes himself out of whatever grief-induced stupor his brain is trying to slip into - president of l'manberg, he turns to the nearest gangly teenager and starts ordering him around with piles of quilts for the country's newest residents. fundy and jack crowd around niki, and niki holds them as close as she can.

many ex-residents of hadestown settle into the ravine - the very one that niki spent hours carving rooms and gardens and homes into, in that slim space of time between losing l'manberg and losing wilbur. the others wander. i don't think niki stays. i think she fumbles around the ravine for a while, helping people settle in, but she doesn't feeling like she's really doing much. she's made a minister of the new government, but she can't bring herself to care.

i could never decide if i wanted l'manberg to go down with wilbur. it was already besieged enough without setting two godly anarchists (and their bffls) on it. and this time, i really do think niki would be the one to turn away. it wouldn't be surprising if it didn't survive another winter.

it feels a little cruel, but orpheus' story is cruel, too. do wilbur and niki meet decades later, in a peaceful afterlife? i don't know that either. i'll leave that part for you to figure out.

and here's a link to the fic if anyone missed it 🌹

[definitelynotshouting]

Hi I’m obsesseddddd with your hunger au and after reading the lore doc and the fic I have a couple questions if you don’t mind

Ok first off this isn’t really a question and more like a “huh wouldn’t that be fucked up” thought but uhhhh. So og grian was pretty much trapped in a box and constantly watched while the larva developed right. Did the watchers ever feed off him? Bc I imagine being trapped and just waiting to die wouldn’t be great for your emotional state. Or would they not since he is hosting the larva and that point so they can’t/wont feed on a host? Oh also you said that he made the deal to become a watcher while under duress. I imagine that duress could easily be heightened by some hungry watchers. And having your brain lightly fried would probably make you more susceptible to agreeing to a fucked up situation

And for my second question I was curious how aware the general populace/the hermits are of watchers?? Like are they a known thing and ppl just aren’t sure how they work or what. Because the rescue group had to puzzle out that grian was benefiting from their suffering in some way, but pearl seemed to have some idea of what grian was with the whole “eating our brains” bit so I’m curious what levels of knowledge they’re operating with here

Anyways thanks for reading my silly little thoughts on your amazing au!! It’s so fun I’m having such a good time with the horrible things happening

Im so glad you like the fic, anon!! :DD im always so touched when people tell me they enjoyed it enough to read the lore behind it-- gods ive gotta update that, there are a sizeable amount of newer asks i havent added to it yet, plus my beloved friend @/corvidaearts made a proper carrd for it on my birthday that i plan on replacing the google doc with!!! Just, uh, as soon as i add aforementioned posts dkcjsjdjfj

That would be super fucked up if they fed on him while he was trapped, OUGHHHH.... id say in canon probably not, because feeding off of one Player is really really dangerous for them, and Grian was now a host for their experiment to see if they could bring their population back up. If anything, nobody touched or interacted with him beyond the bare minimum it took to keep him safe from any potential respawns, and it was likely only the colony elders who even had direct access to him in the first place. THAT BEING SAID..... GODS THATS FUCKED UP I LOVE IT. And, well, i suppose one Watcher did feed on him.. which was Grian himself, as he emerged from his Player cocoon. Player!Grian's final moments of agony and terror were amplified to the max as his Watcher-self's very first meal, and that haunts Grian a lot late at night if he lets himself think about it

The duress he was placed under to become a host in the first place involved a significant amount of heightened emotional leverage though, thats for sure. One of these days i need to map out how exactly that went down, but i know that it involved an offer that was not actually an offer, several lies through omission, intimidation tactics that spanned the entirety of Evo in the first place, and using Grian's own fear-- both of them, and for his friends-- against him. Real fucked up situation all around 😔😔😔😔

General populace does not know much if anything about the Watchers!! The Watchers are, aside from this one colony, pretty much extinct; even before that, they relied quite a lot on camouflage and secrecy to keep their presence from being discovered, both by their prey and by the Seekers that hunted them.

Some very very old Players might know whispers of information-- rumors from the tail end of a game of telephone, as it were. And there are for sure a few individuals here and there who know of them due to personal experience (including the entire Evo crew, which was ofc a special case), but because Player information is not centralized in any capacity in this universe, the vast majority of Players have zero knowledge that Watchers even exist, let alone what they do and how they feed.

Pearl, with her previous knowledge and experience with Watchers and how they operated while involved with the Evo server, made some really good educated guesses about how Grian works and what's going on with him. And ofc everyone on Hermitcraft, plus all the lifers, knows that Grian at the very least can manipulate Player emotions to an extreme degree-- putting those context clues together, you can piece together quite a few connections. She doesn't have the full picture, but at this point in time she's basically figured out a good chunk of it. The rest will have to come from Grian himself >:]

[moodymisty]

Hi again! After reading your latest Wrecker multi-chapter fic, you got me down bad for the bestest big boy of the GAR ❤️‍🔥 if you’re looking for ideas, maybe a little one-shot of the reader trying to surprise wrecker by painting a little Lula on the inside of his armor somewhere so that he can always carry him with her on missions, or something along those lines? And as always, keep up the amazing work. I’m always so excited when I see you on my dashboard 🤍🤍🤍

- Helmet Anon 🤍

Author’s note: -punches your frequent flyer card- Welcome to the Wreckerwives!! I'm just glad people are enjoying my content for the biggest bestest boy. This is so sweet and cute;; I thank you for feeding me with fluff in my time of need. I needed some fluffies with my big boy.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader (only because of one usage of 'pretty girl')

Warnings: Fluff fluff and more fluff, Post-Order 66, Wrecker being best boy, The tiniest tiniest amount of self doubt from reader

The visor stares back with an unfeeling tinted glare, helmet far too wide for your hands to fully wrap around. The texture of scratches, dents, and dirt rub against your palms, having only just been handed it seconds ago.

"You sure? I thought that painting armor was special and all that to you guys? At least that's what I heard Hunter say once."

Wrecker throws out a nonchalant hand, watching as you hold his helmet in your hands while looking up at him. He's leaning against the wall right next to the refresher door, arms loosely crossed over his chest.

"Ehhh it is to some, but I don't care about it that much. I ain't good at any of that delicate work anyways. Have at it." Wrecker reaches a hand out and squishes your cheek, earning a clap to the arm to get him to quit it even though you're smiling.

"You're the artsy one anyways. I know you'll do a good job."

Ever since Wrecker had got into an extremely bad firefight, his already weathered armor had sustained significant damage; Enough so that a few pieces had taken some heavy wear and tear. The other pieces also had paint chipping and peeling off in significant chunks, leaving the armor heavily battered.

The orange paint is barely visible, from how much it's been scratched at and burnt away. Even after washing it clean, you barely had to scrub in order to have a decent enough surface to paint over.

Having taken all of his armor off to sleep for the night, He piles it all by the foot of his bunk for you to easily get to.

"Don't worry; I'll do my best." Adjusting his helmet in your grip so it's less awkward and unsure, you smile up at him. "Now get some sleep, big guy."

Needless to say he was already planning on it; Though he still has one more thing to check off his list before he turns in for the night.

Leaning down to your level Wrecker quickly swoops in for a kiss on the cheek and then your lips, his large still gloved hand cupping your jawline.

"Don't stay up to late, gorgeous." You'll try not to, but you give no real promise. You want to get this all done tonight so it has time to dry.

And... It's something productive for you to do.

Watching as he hauls himself into his bunk you grab his chestplate with your other hand, taking them both into the cockpit. Tech is sitting in the pilot's seat working on something with his datapad, though looks away from it when you speak up.

"I'll take the first watch; Since I have some work to do." Tech looks to Wrecker's armor in your hands, and rises to his feet before nodding.

"Very well. Be sure to wake Hunter or I when you require rest."

You note how he doesn't say Echo; More than likely because he gets so little rest to begin with, everyone wants to let him take this rare lull in action to recharge.

Tech leaves you in the cockpit alone, going to get some rest himself while you gather some supplies. You find the orange paint they'd originally used to recolor their armor, along with some black and red, and a few paint brushes; Though they're from when they many rotations ago painted the outside of the Marauder. It's easy enough to cut the bristles on one of them to work for smaller lines, though it hurts the inner artist in you to do so. But it must be done.

Taking your supplies back to the cockpit you hunker down in the co-pilot's seat, putting your things on the control panel while setting his helmet at your feet. His chestplate stays in your hands, before you sit down and look it over.

Sometimes it's weird, not seeing the red. It was the color you had always associated them with. But things change, so you dip your brush in some paint and begin to work.

As you do, you can hear the little sounds of some wildlife still awake in the forest, but are too scared to enter the clearing you're currently landed in. Apart from some little flying creatures, which briefly land on the nose of the ship and give you a look, just catching your shape thanks to the dim lights of the control panel before taking off again.

Other than that, it's almost completely quiet. Wrecker and Tech aren't even snoring. You keep painting, brushing over the barely visible lines to form newer, brighter ones. They still aren't clean, this paint is old and thick and you know it'll all get torn to shreds anyways, but you still try to keep a steady hand.

Though maybe Hunter has been up this whole time, or more time has passed than you've thought, as not long after you sit his chestplate down to dry on the ground, you hear the soft sounds of Hunter's feet coming up into the cockpit.

"Hard at work?"

With his hand resting on the back of the seat he peers over your shoulder, watching your hand at work as you sit crosslegged. Wrecker's helmet is now in your lap, tucked snugged between your thighs as you gently paint over the damage. He's not in any of his armor either; His hair slightly more messy than usual.

"Try trying to earn my keep." You smile up at Hunter, watching his face change.

It's, not exactly a secret to Hunter that you've had some self worth issues as of late. You've felt as if you don't contribute enough, at least not to the extent that you feel you 'should'. Wrecker knows as well and tries to cheer you up, but sometimes it still eats at you.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" Rolling your eyes, you dunk the brush in your paint tin.

"It was just a joke, Hunter. Don't worry." Hunter seems to let it go, though more than likely because he can't find the right words to say.

"You should turn in; It's going to be sunrise soon." Taking your brush from the container of paint, you shake your head and begin another line.

"I still have a bit left to do; I'll wake you up when I'm done." He nods, turning and walking presumably back to his bunk. Still a little while longer to catch some sleep. Meanwhile it's only a few more strokes of paint before you're finished with the helmet, putting the paintbrush in the container again.

With the two largest pieces down, the others should each be pretty quick. You just need to go grab them, slipping off the seat and putting the helmet on the control panel before leaving the cockpit.

Wrecker's arm is draped off the side of the bunk, him sleeping on his stomach face smushed into the pillow. Being such a sound sleeper you can take the rest of the armor pieces you need to paint back with you, without so much as a stir from him.

Sitting back down in your seat with them in your lap you rub your eye, before picking up the brush.

Piece by piece you work, every now and again looking up to see the sky still the same starry night. It's impressive how much the stars and moons illuminate, given it's the only light outside. All of the Marauder's exterior lights are off, leaving only one or two internal ones.

Sitting another piece on the ground you keep working, rubbing your eye again with the back of your hand. You can't tell how quickly you're working, but you've at least been fast enough that by the time you're almost done there's still no sign of daylight, glancing up at the front viewport as you slouch over the final piece.

You hold the little piece of armor in your hand, looking it over.

There's little scratches on it, and they morph together to almost look like Lula with the blurriness of your tired eyes. And since it's a bit of a free canvas, you decide to paint over the scratches an actual image of Lula, with what limited palette you have.

Once it's done, you can't help but smile at it. It's a bit silly and rudimentary, but it's cute. One ear flops a little more downward than the other, and the eyes seem a little crooked. It's sloppy, but cute. They way it's making you smile almost makes your cheeks hurt. You paint a few little hearts around it just for fun, before sitting the piece down. You just have the last handplate left to do, and it's only a small little line.

It should only take a minute or two, as you lean your back against the seat; chin on your collarbone as you look down. Your brush flops onto the piece lazily, shaking a little as you yawn. Even though your eyes are heavy and tired, you only have this left.

Only a few more minutes, then you can go sleep...

...

"Hey, Hey..."

Your body suddenly jerks, looking to see Wrecker at your side. His hand is on your left shoulder, as he looks down on you. Everything feels so different, you only remember resting your eyes for a moment.

"You fell asleep here, pretty girl. Why didn't you wake up Hunter or Tech?"

Leaning forward you feel your back groan in pain, having been slouched in such an awkward angle for at least a few hours. Your body complains even more so when you stand, letting out a wide yawn.

"I was trying to finish everything up; I must've fallen asleep right when I got done." You can hear rustling around in the background and the sounds of talking; The more smooth voice is clearly Tech, while it sounds like he's talking to Echo. You can't figure out what they're saying, more of your attention is on Wrecker; Who's voice raises even louder as he looks over your handiwork. Tossing his helmet around in his hands he looks it over, a wide smile on his face.

"It looks perfect! I knew you'd be able to do it." Even if you're still sleepy you still quickly reciprocate his kiss; Him covering your lips with so much eagerness he almost pushes your head back. Wrecker always gives the sloppiest, most lovable kisses. When he pulls away, you point downward at the small armor pieces.

"Look underneath the hand plate." Wrecker lifts it up off the floor, and sees the little Lula painted underneath.

"There were some scratches on it that were shaped like Lula; And... I thought you might like to always have her around." The way his face brightens more than it already always is makes you smile; His positivity is always contagious.

Hand still holding the little armor piece he moves to grab your bottom, lifting you off the ground high enough to put you right at head height with him. His leans his head forward to give you a kiss, feeling the way your hands wrap around his jaw. You can feel his growing stubble on your palms, as he eagerly kisses you before pulling away.

"I'll always have 'er around, and you too. Since I know you made it."

He loves the way you smile at him and you lean in to kiss his cheek, swaying you in his grasp and listening to you laugh.

"Are you ready to- woah!"

Pulling your lips away from Wrecker you look over your shoulder and see Hunter having dodged your swaying legs, that were bent at the knee.

"Oh gods, sorry Hunter!" He smiles before noticing your mess of supplies by the co-pilot's seat, and remembers the night before.

"Have you been in here all night?" Your arms around Wrecker's neck still, you nod.

"Yeah; I kind of fell asleep sitting up right before the sun started rising." Hunter sighs. He'd told you to get some sleep, but he really shouldn't be surprised you didn't listen.

"We're leaving in a bit. Go try and get some rest beforehand." Wrecker gently puts you back on the ground, giving Hunter a joking salute in response to his gentle command.

You won't exactly complain, as you still feel horribly tired even with the small amount of poor rest you'd gotten. Sleeping in the proper position on Wrecker's bunk will be more than a decent improvement over the co-pilot's seat.

Wrecker shadows you the whole way, and to your surprise, decides to join you for your nap instead of helping his brothers.

"They're going to yell at you for being lazy, you know." Even if you're trying to convince him to get up you still wrap your arm around him, pressing your body close against his side.

"Awful lot of talking for someone that should be napping..." He's so warm, you're eyes stay close as you let out a little groan at him. His arm that you're using as a pillow wraps around you more, pulling you even closer to him.

You think he says something else, and even lets out a chuckle, but you're too far falling into sleep to respond.

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[shima-draws]

Hi! I'm the anon with the Cinderella/Sanji cooking for Luffy story! I'm so glad you liked it I just couldn't get it out of my head. Sanlu/lusan is literally so cute and wholesome. Please please please write a fic about this!! It would make me so incredibly happy.

Also, just to add on to like, the Sanji giving the food to the starving girl thing, reading back on it, Sanji definitely could have given her the sandwich instead, and he would still be doing a nice thing but HE GAVE HER THE SPECIAL DISH BECAUSE THATS JUST WHO HE IS.

On luffy saying "him. I want that one" - I just think it would be so funny if like, his pirate crew is doing this as kinda a hoax thing, where they're just trying to calm down the masses, but luffy throws a wrench into their plans by being like guess whose getting married!!

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it and thank you for your response!!

(Answering this late like a loser I’m SO sorry lol)

!! I’M GLAD I HAVE YOUR PERMISSION again I’m Really Bad at finishing fics but at the very least I can start it and try to get the plot going <3

YEAHHH I feel like in the moment he wouldn’t have even thought about the sandwich at all. He’s like I have this dish that I spent so much time on and really I could call it my masterpiece and I’m going to give it to this girl because she needs it more than I do. Again Sanji giving up his freedom to save someone from hunger is so……..breaks down crying

LMAO that’s also something that’s so on brand for Luffy, to take something his crew started as a joke/a fake out and making it real because he got Attached. I just love the vision of Nami and Usopp making fun of the whole situation and being like “Can you imagine Luffy getting married? LUFFY??” and they laugh it off but then Luffy shows up with Sanji and is like “Hey guys I’m engaged now :DDDD” and they’re like. What the FUCK, Luffy you had ONE job!!!

You’re so welcome again thank YOU for the adorable AU idea 💖 I’m brainrotting over this so hard rn actually

[sheikahwarriork]

What would be your favorite dimileth dynamic??? (both in hopes and houses if possible)

ALL OF THEM 😃

okay i'll try to be serious for once lmao.

first, acadimileth has a special spot in my heart. i know some people dont like the teacherxstudent thing, but i think with dimileth works perfectly without too many moral issues: 1) dimitri and byleth are close in age, 2) it's not our modern world, but a fantasy/medieval ages-like, 3) him being a FUCKING PRINCE outclasses her being a teacher, in the "omg she has power over him" argument speaking. also, they dont do anything while dimitri is still a student, the in-game romance happens after 5 years of byleth sleeping, plus 1 year of war where byleth is not a teacher anymore.

so, acadimileth is one of my fav dimileth type. i love when dimitri is shy thinking about his professor and his inner turmoils, and i love that byleth slowly learns how to have friends, how to feel emotions, and how to understand that the funny feeling she feels in her heart everytime she thinks about dimitri is something more than "simple friendship" eueue :D also hot bc forbidden.

also for three houses, i like dimileth with feralmitri after the time-skip. i may be ace, but feralmitri makes me feel Things 👀 ahem anyway. the angst, the hurt/comfort, feralmitri making feral sex with his professor, it's just *chef kiss*

i also enjoy a good CF!dimileth lovers to enemies (to lovers), but i need my happy ending or i'll get sad t.t

as for three hopes, i love enemies to lovers, and reincarnation au!!!!! best if there's both! dimitri fights the ashen demon on the battlefield, but he's so mesmerized by her he almost gets killed, but then the ashen demon stops her sword, they look at each other... EUEUEUE yes i love hopes!dimileth a lot too. i wish the game had more dimileth itself but OH WELL thank sothis there are fanfiction.

i also enjoy a lot modern au. my fav type is work collegues, i dont even know why, i dont work in a office xD maybe bc this thrope can bring that bit of "forbidden" acadimileth has?

in general, i love mutual pining, especially dimitri pining for his professor, while byleth is not fully aware of her feelings and can even get jealous! i love soulmates au bc i'm a sucker for soulmates; in both canon and modern au. i love when dimitri gets feral for his beloved, and i love when byleth learns feelings thanks to dimitri.

so, yeah, i like almost every dimileth dynamic xD my only "turn-off" from a fic is a bad ending, and/or if dimileth is not endgame. i need them to be happy or i'll CRY for real cwc

oh, last note: i do enjoy established relationship and post-game fics, but i dont read them much often. i prefer the drama and THEN the happy ending with them getting together lmao

thank you so much for the ask anon!! if you have some fics to recommend, please go ahead! 💙💚

[dabisbratz]

Since you are thinking about making a pt 2 on streamer Eren, I wanna share some thoughts..

(〃ω〃)

this one photo of xqc’s streaming set up in 2017 is what I think his set up looks like. Tbh I think it looks way more messier than that bc he doesn't seem like the type to clean often…

The way he would dress makes me think of moistcr1tikal. Nothing but basic tees though I think he would wear nicer pants than basketball shorts

like I said in an earlier anon text, he reminds me of jboysx especially the mic & camera quality. His streams definitely are just as chaotic as him

He seems like one of thos really weird v tuber fans that have a shirt and a few posters of em 😭

he definitely uses the default server in discord for his fans… OBVIOUSLY he has moderation and mods set up but he for sure asked someone to do it for him. He’s just a lazy guy mane

anyways that’s all I can think of rn :3 love your fics and love how you write hope you think this is silly and fun!!

THE ARM ON THEBCHAIR IS KININGLE?/$:? imaginin eren leanin on it by accident n fallin right offievsushshsg (also the coke cans??!?!), i feel like there’s always a really big mountain of clothes somewhere in the background of his facecam, but it’s placed somewhere different every stream. kinda like a runnin joke but it’s completely unintentional.

jboysx is literally him!!!! eren’s constantly arguin with his chat, cussin people out on valorant, makes the most outta pocket comments on stream. s’actually kinda rare for an entire vod to stay up cause he’s always sayin somethin that has to get deleted. for some reason i wanna say he’s had a big cyber-bullying scandal?$)?

streamer!eren gives me real mysta rias fan vibes, msure he has an unlicensed tapestry of him somewhere in his room that he’s always randomly pullin out n usin as a blanket durin stream. also! unrelated! but cause he has like. two irl friends (armin n mikasa). who are pretty busy, i think he’d host a lot of vcs and movie nights with his viewers!! his poor kids have to do so much damage control cause he’ll interact with his fans, jus won’t do any heavy liftinsgjehsjs

yea he’d definitely dress pretty plain n casual!! specially cause he spends all his dono money on video games n food (he has a really bad habit of burping into his mic…. he actually broke an old one cause his burp blew it out, yet he refuses to learn his lesson &/)/&/)/)

thank youuuuu!!! this was real fun to think about, gives him a lot more personality ໒꒰ྀི◜ ཅ ◝ ꒱ྀི১

[elvisabutler]

Hi! I have a request, if you're feeling inspired. So I've basically fallen in love with the entire Dove multiverse, and I'm a sucker for fluff. I was wondering if you had any happy/fluffy headcanons about an alternate universe pregnancy for Dove where they're together/there's no drama? I love how creative you've gotten with the different scenarios, and this is one that I feel would be so sweet. ❤️

hi anon! 🥹❤️ first off thank you so much for the request and falling in love with my little series/multiverse. it always warms my soul to see that because it was my first big thing and a lot of- feelings have gotten wrapped up in it ( guilt at not finishing it still among other things ) so i always feel extra special when people fall in love with it. second off, so here's the funny thing, what you want? that's actually their future. their future for their main timeline. everything else is the au. there's a hint of the whole it's priscilla's baby more than mine when she has her rough days but it's like a once in an every two year occurrence. but trust me this inspired me like nobody's business. so let us consider, shall we? and bless my soul i'm just gonna use they and she, we all know it's a reader fic but ya know.

content warning for pregnancy and mild descriptions of birth.

so consider. consider that the year after elvis is filming where they end up getting married after the press tour and he goes to film and she goes to film is just a no go on even trying for a baby.

consider even the therapists is like y'all are busy just you know, wait a bit.

dove is young anyway and austin is fine with waiting because she's it for him, he thinks.

so probably around let's say 2024, so post the oscars and that award season dove just sort of whispers in austin's ear.

"want to make you a real daddy. put our baby in a little onesie."

austin didn't actually realize that he wanted that as bad as he did until he spent the rest of that night trying to make it happen because he's felt it. he's felt how she doesn't have on her patch any more she's being serious.

but consider it still takes about a month or two and dove doesn't- dove doesn't quite notice at first that she's missed her period because she's on the set of a new movie and austin is doing something on broadway.

she goes to visit him and austin notices something different about her. notices how when he hugs her she hisses because her breasts are tender.

"dove are you pregnant?" "no, my period's probably coming." "when was your last one?" "last- oh."

he picks her up and twirls her around as best he can backstage.

they don't tell anyone until she's out of the first trimester, too worried something might happen but she handles it like a champ despite her morning sickness.

they both rearrange their schedules, warning agents and directors and everyone else that they won't be able to take any projects past probably their next one.

and they make an agreement to try and take the first year off their baby's life off together. because austin isn't going to leave dove hanging to take care of their newborn by herself.

speaking of, it is just one baby. it's a big baby because austin is a tall boy but it's just one which they're both thankful for because they couldn't have taken care of two at once.

"they're sure it's just one?" "yeah, just one very big baby." "so if i ever was to get you pregnant with twins-" "daddy. don't."

she has no morning sickness which is great for her but her cravings are intense. both for austin and for just food.

which is a problem for when he's still filming away from her and vice versa but they make it work with facetime and her showing him how her bump is growing.

"you look bigger than yesterday." "i am! i went to sleep and then our daughter announced her presence to everyone. costuming was so mad."

it's a girl, because austin deserves to have a girl first for he is a girl dad to a tee i will answer no questions on the matter.

when they see each other he cannot keep his hands off her stomach. not because he's possessive or anything weird. he just wants to protect his girls and touch his wife and daughter.

she has this baby shower that is this big production while also being small. basically they have it at baz's house because truly dove collects older gentleman to treat her like their actual child with him and her agents/managers.

everyone she cares about is invited and same with austin. it's a party that's a whole adventure but it's also very much an affair just for them.

coincidentally no one lets baz have a camera or a phone unsupervised post a few drinks and the party is private.

by about 8 months in they're both at home just getting ready for their daughter and painting the walls and the crib and folding the sea of clothes. there's elvis lyrics- the lyrics to are you lonesome tonight at the top of the wall along the whole perimeter of the room with can't help falling in love down on the bottom perimeter.

austin sings to the baby non stop. elvis, sometimes, but he sort of runs a gambit with the songs he chooses.

he also does an obscene amount of research into the baby supplies, the car seat, the crib, the bassinet, the merits of pacifiers, etc etc.

when dove goes into labor it's a comedy of errors in that she goes to sleep thinking everything is fine. she's still early for her due date. like a week, nothing major, the baby is done cooking. wakes up 3 hours later feeling like she needs to poop.

realizes about 2 hours in- oh, she's in labor. because bless her soul she does not realize when her body is telling her things like this.

austin is groggily woken up by her and falls back asleep after she tells him. only to wake up ten minutes later in shock.

"you're in labor." "i told you that ten minutes ago, daddy. you went back to sleep." "i didn't understand what you were saying!"

so they get to the hospital in one piece. somehow with austin driving which dove was unsure of and was about to drive herself before she bent over trying to open the door.

it's an 18 hour labor filled with her walking and generally trying to hurry the baby along and when it's time to have her, austin is right there watching and holding dove's leg when she's too tired to hold them up herself.

their daughter is screaming when she comes out and only quiets down when put in dove's arms as austin coos at both of them.

her name is loretta. shortened to lori.

her godmother is ashley because austin can't help himself.

her godfather is luke bracey because sometimes back in the day when austin wanted to be stupid dove would chill with polly and luke and just ignore her daddy until he came by and apologized in true elvis style.

the group facetime call to everyone someone how does not wake her up but hanging up somehow does.

she is the most spoiled little girl.

[plusvanity]

First of all, hello!

I admire your strength to be able to carry on, despite the hate! You're a proud artist and you show it. That's really cool! If I were in your position I would've deleted my account because I wouldn't have had the mental stability to endure all of that!

Honestly, I'm not the shipping kind of person, but this regards any kind of ship. But if people like it - then what kind of person would I be to try to stop them? Live and let live.

I read your fanfic anyway because I find the dynamic between your version of Pelle and Varg interesting! I rather see it as a "what if", an alternative universe than anything else. Like seperating Burzum from Varg I separate this different interpretation of him from the real person.

Nevertheless, I'm writing this ask because I recenty bought Vargs book "My Burzum Story" (yeahhh you can judge me haha) and he mentioned that the song "Han som reiste" (He who left) was his "own little private and secret instrumental homage to Dead, the vocalist of Mayhem, who killed himself." I had you in mind and thought I might share it with you.

I don't know if it's true or not but maybe it can serve as an inspiration?

I actually wanted to ask as anon, but there is no reason for that. I mean we are all (mostly) adults who should be able to practice constructive, objective and fair criticism. People can have their opinions - I respect that - as long as they're not hurting anyone.

To round it up, have a great day/evening!

Greetings from Germany!

Hey there!!

Thank you so much for understanding my view. This doesn't mean agreeing with everything I have to say, and it's perfectly alright!

I felt the need to address this issue since the latest hate I've received accumulated, and it started to mentally affect me.

Everyone is free to 'love or hate' me, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, everyone can think for themselves their own truth (and I actually encourage that, it's good, it helps us evolve as individuals). I'm sure that the ones that I talked about yesterday think that I 'hate them so much', but I don't. I hope that the special person with a cute pfp who sent them my big post together with a few asks will be generous enough to send them this paragraph so they understand that there's NO ANIMOSITY from me to them.

People can block me if they don't like me or agree with me, I absolutely do not take this as a personal offence. (I hope they see this, too)

You're absolutely right about 'live and let live'. I moved on from yesterday's drama, and I hope that ebeyone else did.

I'm a big fan of Burzum, I think I know all of his discography on guitar, lol. So, yes, separate the musician from the music.

Thank you for giving my fic a try, even if you're not particularly interested in 'shipping'. It's definitely canon-divergent. It's probably the biggest 'What if' that I ever came with.

I don't judge you for what you spend your money on, bro. You're an adult, so no worries about it. I didn't know this particular detail actually! I don't read Varg's books, so I probably would've never come across this information 👀. So, thank you very much for sharing this with me! I will definitely use it in my fic!! 🖤🖤🖤

I agree with you again about practising constructive criticism. It's so easy to be spiteful, but it takes strength to be gentle and open to other's views. I keep an open mind even for the things that I fully understand, especially it they 'help' the individual in some way and they're not dangerous like art, for example.

Thank you so much for your message! Greetings from Pelle's beloved Transylvania 🖤

[imaginespazzi]

PART 11?!!!!!

- Nivi bby I’ve missed you dearly😪😪 The world is such a scary place rn, and I hope you know how loved you are!!

- Oh lovely! Let’s start out with stabbing my heart, then placing it on a new shiny platter🙄🤗

- Paige may be sad, but you can always count on her to preform on a basketball court 🔥🔥🔥

- OH BOOO BOOO BOOO WHORE ALERT… that wink better not have been to Mrs cunt wait no ms THAT BITCH AINT MARRIED NO MORE

- For real tho the seats being empty is a STAB to the heart I cannot handle this

- Paige and drew are so special to me

- Drew insisting they just need to call azzi, and Paige breaking I CANT THIS POOR GIRL😭😭

- “Suddenly she feels like she’s 23, playing her first WNBA game and instead of celebrating a solid debut, she’s sobbing in her little brother’s lap over the girl who had walked away” A CLIFF HATES TO SEE ME COMING GODDAMN

- OH DAMN HE PISSED. Lowkey ate with that tho… rlly built it up..

- Hey I’m not having fun anymore

- “I know what she deserves. I think I know what’s good for my daughter,” Azzi says steely and Paige feels something cold squeezing through her ribcage, “no soda Stephie. End of discussion.” OH HELL NAHHHH AZZI GIRL U KNOW I ADORE U BUT WHAT THE FUCK??? But also I get it but also WHAT THE FUCK

-this is sort of off topic, but Paige with stephie really has me thinking of the clip today after the Florida game of Paige saying hi to the bby (my baby fever is so bad rn)

- DAMN DREW YOURE HURTINF MY FEELINGS 😭😭 bro is just going off

- Istg he needs to stfu abt New York before someone over hears

- “Miss Buecks, you’re moving to New York?” OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

- Hey so I’m typing nearest cliffs into maps as we speak!

- Here is my thing I totally get drew, and not having the whole story I’m partial with him on all of what he is saying, BUT GODDAMN poor azzi😭😭

- I will say tho everytime we get flashbacks tears form in my eyes for Paige.

- Anyways I always feel bad, because I don’t have any actual questions like some of your other anons just threats against my own life

- HOWEEVVERRRR so like can we get a quick little novella of a bunch of people’s reactions to their breakup (drew…Paige and azzis parents…. Nika….carol… IF NOT I GET IT, but I get why it wouldn’t be in the story, BUT I WANT IT SO BADLY… I love u and am thankful for everything your write either way…)

- okay question time like being serious… do you enjoy bringing me pain? BECAUSE NOT ONCE DID I ASK FOR ANY OF THIS ANGST???! I just wanted happiness

-even if I’m convinced you hate me rn you’re still my fav evil genius

With love-

🤩🤩🤩

- I missed you moreeee <3

- Her heart maybe in pieces but one thing about Paige Bueckers, she's gonna get that W

- We've gone from you jumping off a cliff to constantly being stabbed, the suicidal ideations are getting REAL

- I love your names for Olivia lmfao

- Nvm back to cliffs we go...oops? My bad?

- Listen I'm never judging baby fever considering that's what brought on this fic

- Honestly everyone has valid reasons for how they feel but no one went about things correctly, wether it's Drew, Paige or Azzi and I think that what makes the situation that terrible complication of complicated and heartbreaking.

-- Hmm we'll see if I can squeeze that in somewhere. Maybe I'll do a little headcanon post about everyone reactions.

-- Liiiiisten y'all fluff lovers got plenty of fluff; it's only fair I feed the angst people a little bit. Life is all about balance my loves.

[dalishthunder]

Happy valentine's! It's me smile anon :]

It's been a really really long while and I planned on replying much sooner but in short: college life and depression. I'm not back to full power yet, but getting there and I absolutely had to leave a message on valentine's day since I missed new years.

I've been around since the GEO days and I've even interacted before, just never left anything that indicated I'm the same person hehe. That fic and universe will always have a special place in my heart. I binged the whole thing in one day when it was one chapter away from being finished and I laughed and I cried and the ending left me warm and satisfied despite not being into cronus at all. I've read that fic entirely for the humor, the emotions, the dynamic between two characters you've beautifully constructed (and made me gain a new appreciation for, cronus-wise. still a goober, but your take really fleshed him out), and for the background characters who got their own depth and interiority that it made the story's universe come alive. It's one fic that really touched me and I think even affected the way I approach my own creative projects. And then I proceeded to scour your blog for every other thing you've written and have been hiding in your (tumblr) backyard, occasionally whispering 'yippie' ever since lol

Anyway back to what we're both here for, GoG:

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READER GOT TO WEAR A CAPE AND A MASK AND BE COOL AND BE TERRIFIED!!!!!! I N E E D TO DRAW THAT AS SOON AS I'M OVER MY ART BLOCK

READER GOT TO (ATTEMPT) KILLING SOMEONE ("INDIRECTLY") :D!!! I was wondering when it will be coming to this and yup. Here it is. With Ramattra basically going "Point and I'll kill them" as a show of trust/respect lmao. I am really excited to see how this plays out, if there will be any casualties on their side. How that would make them feel. If it would be difficult seeing themself the same way again after asking for something like that even knowing the person they ordered killing wouldn't think twice about the suffering they'd inflicted. I'm also worried about what will happen when Talon figures out their real identity...

This project started as a two parter and look where we are now. I'd leave a longer more in depth comment but my brain is pretty fried rn ashsh. Just wanted to let you know I'm still here finding joy and comfort in your writing, and thank you for sharing it this valentine since we're celebrating the love and all that :3 Hope you have a good day today!

SMILE ANON MY BELOVED!!!!

Happy Valentines Day!!! Oh my god thank you for sticking around so long! And I'm so glad you enjoyed GEO enough to stay for the ride ;u;

writing GEO was honestly such a huge emotional experience for me beginning to end. It's... one of those ones that will probably stay with me in my heart forever because it was the first big thing I wrote in... a good 9-10 years, and it was filled with a lot of heart (not that my other stuff isn't, I do pour my heart and soul into my other works, but GEO was special to me yknow?) So I'm really glad that you enjoyed it so much

And that's so touching to hear that it's kind of changed the way you view your creative endeavors!!!! At least I hope it's in a good way haha ASLDKJFASLKDFASDFSDF

AUUUGHGHGHOOGHGHH IF YOU DRAW THAT I WILL BE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT OH MY GOD

And yeah baby's first murder... Ramattra is so proud

But in all seriousness there's gonna be a lot of emotions in the next chapter and I'm so fucking pumped for it... (if my hands and brain would cooperate and type)

I hope you also have a wonderful day!

[brandogenius]

I just got home and checked your acc and apparently we have been well fed tonight omg , this sis my favorite trope 100% and i just read all the stuff you posted about ya reader! so i have sooooo many thoughts

the whole rude celeb like you know they are behind you absolutely death glaring that person into the floor and they would read them to pieces

the we don’t bite line killed me because I know my anxiety would have me holed up in my bunk forever in fear of embarrassing myself like omg

the whole life lessons thing is so funny i would love to see a whole thing abt that

the graduation part🥺 like imagining maybe YA doesn’t have a very close family or unsupportive parents so they’ve just been dealing with this alone and didn’t expect anyone to come and then hearing people cheer when their name is called and looking and it’s the boys and their so proud brb sobbing

with the yearbook thing imagine they found like your baby book or all your baby pictures they would have a field day lmao like for your birthday and stuff it’s just a photo dump of the most embarrassing baby pictures and any weird pics they have of you

if your label is causing you stress no biggy phoebe will sign you to saddest factory records in a heartbeat

also them just mauling the guy who is being a creep towards you cus they don’t play abt baby and you know they bring it up in an interview telling people not to do that

also it’s from a few hcs back but phoebe helping you set up your inears 🥺

also their all convinced their your favorite and do fight about it the breaking something them literary tweaking has me rolling lmao

the COVID thing is so real bc my older friends are always so confused bc covid was the end of my 8th grade year and into freshman year of highschool

the picking you up from a party just make sure your safe is so cute like you their not your parent but they worry and don’t want anything bad to happen to you so if you have no one who can take you home and don’t want to get in trouble with you parents they are on the way asap like thinking this may be at the beginning when they’ve like just met but reader has no one else and maybe they’re uncomfortable and want to leave and is just sheepishly calling and asking they will help them and pick them up

also the breakup fic is so cute

anyways you’re like one of my favorite writers on here can’t wait to see what else you make !!

-🍃

AHAJAJA Imma call you leaf anon! aHHH!!you have been absolutely well fed! thank you omg!!

your brain chefs kiss i love these all!!

the boys are just really protective of someone as young as you. it’s your first time / you’re new to the music industry so they want to make sure it’s a positive experience and not unhealthy / scary / toxic place!

FRRR i can imagine like the boys wanted you to join them on the couch maybe to watch a movie but getting a little disappointed when you won’t leave your bunk, purely because you’re shy and nervous so they make an effort to do things with you to feel more comfortable around them. whether that’s being invited on coffee runs or helping them un load the instruments. just something to get ya talking and comfortable in their presence

omg! i love it!! it would make sense then as too why ya is like 16-17 and meeting the boys for the first time too.

ya probably doesn’t have a supportive family / parents due to maybe them wanting different career plans etc and such so they weren’t expecting them to show up to their graduation. handing out invites to the boys not even expecting them to show up too. so walking out on stage to find the boys there in suits all dressed up nice for your special day had you nearly crying.

after the ceremony you just crash into a big group hug and crying. it was the most nicest thing anyone’s ever done. the boys being like “we’re so proud of you kid”

maybe you move in with the boys 😭 like roommates and that’s where you wanna go to a party but someone’s like “dude you got first leg of the tour tomorrow you can’t” but you end up sneaking out and one of the boys coming to collect you with this disappointing yet tired look. sitting in the car like giving a talking “you can be a kid and a reckless teenager but think about the consequences that may have on your public image”

fighting to see who your fav is. they ask you one day and you reply like “i don’t have one” and they don’t accept that. “oh come on it has to be me right?”

(obviously im not american but i try to base my writing in american style for more people to understand hence why i refer to it as sophomore year and not like other schooling systems!)

the boys being like “i literally had to cancel my tour and you mean to tell me you were in HIGHSCHOOL???”

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

DRUNK ANON! tryna not make mistakes here. THAT TOOK ME 20 Seconds to correct it because am drunk but BROOO. don’t call me baby. i catch feelings QUICK! hehehe. wink wink. when u say “ily” i feel a lil bit special (LMAAOO JKl

ANYWAY!! it’s SOOOO hard for me to write in Ada’s POV because we get so little of Ada’s back story or just in general, but then again it leaves room to explore Ada. Question, do you hear more of Ada’s voice or Leon’s? How do you stay motivated to write? What music evoke emotions out of you or have you think about Aeon? this is sooo messy 😭😭😭😭 i’m all over the place. SORRY.

OHH happy Holidays! OMG ANd ur layout for Leon’s apartment is how Totlaly how I imagined it. um. fuck. i lost track of my thoughts. it’s 1:22AM. Thank you for always having time for AEON NATION. you’re da best! 💕

YOU DIDN'T SAY IF YOU WERE GONNA DRINK WATER >:(

YOU BETTA DO THAT AFTER U DRUNK

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u did a good job spelling hehe

yessss i do think that it's harder to write for ada. i think that we all subconsciously add our own ideas into how ada behaves and acts. and i think that's fine to some extent since she is "playing a role" isn't she? she's always this kinda cold person but we see her becoming softer for leon. so i think we have a bit of space to explore that and make a more "real version" of an ada. i do think that some people (even ada and aeon stans) still mischaracterize ada or her backstory, which is fine tbh since we have so little of her childhood, but like the egregious mischaracterizing (usually from anti ada and anti aeon people) is the kind of shit i hate- like her wanting to kill leon or something like that. or the flip side of her wanting to save the bunnies - although i do like the addition of her saving the chickens in re4r lol.

i like to think of them in both povs because i feel like it gives us a better way to move the plot along. if an entire fic is only from leon's pov it's a bit boring to me. i like the alternating povs and i usually write like that. the only ada only pov that i've ever written is this one.

even my other fics i add some of ada's pov.

i think it's important to explore both of their motivations and thoughts and ideas even if you don't end up writing one of their povs. it makes the writing disjointed sometimes if you don't think about the other characters and how they feel. even side or secondary characters i think it's important to flesh out just enough so that they're not just used as a plot device. (not to say only writing in characters for plot devices are bad, but keep them secondary characters or minor background characters.)

uhhhhhh honestly i write for fun so i just try to write a little bit when i feel like it T_T sjkdfbsjkfs i wrote a post on how to stay motivated but i don't remember what it was called. it might be tagged under like #heart writes or something like that

uhhhhh i have lots of songs that i like! i have a bunch tagged with #aeon coded song

THAT'S OKAY MY LOVE

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! heheheheh im glad! i did try to explain it when i was writing but it's also okay if people had different ideas for apartment layouts. i wasn't like super specific about some aspects of it.

THAAANK YOOUUU 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 DRINK SOME WATERR 💕💕💕

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

I think you are very cute. Can you please tell me Zoey’s relationship with the other students other than Kazuichi? Thanky

(original post 7/8/2023)

Thank YOU anon I appreciate this!

This ended up being long I hope you enjoy the read!

Fair warning not everything is a one-to-one with how I see the characters, because Zoey sees them as real people and I see them from a fiction perspective. For example, real life me thinks Nagito is a great character and the game wouldn't be the same without him, but Zoey obviously sees him as a(n attempted) murderer who shouldn't be allowed to walk around free. So dont take everything I say to mean I hate the character. Except for Mahiru, I actually cant stand Mahiru irl.

Btw, important to note that I mention my fanfic (that I'm currently still writing) a lot in this, and that it's pretty canon-divergent.

-Monokuma isn't there at first and the killing game doesn't start until at least one week into being on the island, maybe two weeks. So for a while they're just supposed to follow Usami's goal: make friends with everybody.

-Zoey is the special ed student who gets "accommodations" from Usami. Usami is supposed to make sure Zoey understands what's going on and help her if she needs it. Usami is a sweetheart, but she clearly doesn't know what she's doing and usually babies Zoey when she doesn't need it and then leaves Zoey alone or fails to help when she actually does need something. Hey, at least it's not too different from Zoey's pas special educators! :D Funny enough, the accommodations thing is made into one of the rules, and when Monokuma takes over he actually has to fulfill these accommodations as well. Of course he takes advantage of this opportunity in order to mock Zoey and manipulate her. Oh hey, this is also not too different from Zoey's past special educators! Haha...oof.....

-Monokuma has Zoey in a weird sort of mental trap, and I'd rather show it in the actual fic than talk about it here; I only mention it for Byakuya's piece.

-The only canon death I've kept is Twogami, who dies the exact way he does in the game, but everyone else stays alive for most or all of the fanfic, and it's still a simulation anyway. I'm a softy and I hate killing off characters in my writing. I only killed off Twogami because they were too competent and would have solved Zoey's Monokuma Trap too fast, and I didn't know how to nerf that. Sorry Twogami. You were too competent for Danganronpa.

-characters dont die as punishment for killing. Alter Ego is in this story and she got to the rules before Monokuma did, so she blocked violence and death as punishments (oh and believe me she tried to block Monokuma himself, but it didn't work and he showed up anyway). Monokuma still insists that the killing game goes on, and his strategy to get around being nerfed is to continue to get the students to kill and distrust each other, stirring up drama and chaos. Trials are still a thing too (and he'll find any excuse to hold them since they can be a source of petty drama).

(This had to be broken up into reblogs bc tumblr has a character limit! Please see reblogs for complete list!)

Nagito: They start off as acquaintences. Zoey thought he was alright, and actually one of the most easygoing people to get along with, though her gut feeling told her not to trust him too much. After he reveals his more murderous side, she avoids him like the plague. She admires that Kazuichi and Nekomaru tied him up and said that if she were there she would have kicked him while he was down (which got Kazuichi scared for Zoey's safety, so she promised she wouldn't go into the room where he was tied up). When someone lets him go later, Zoey avoids him like the plague and is disgusted with him, though he's neutral to Zoey.

Hiyoko: Hiyoko picks on Zoey, not nearly as much as Mikan but she gets under Zoey's skin by calling her "stupid" (I'm wondering if it would be out of character for her to say the r-slur. I feel like she would.) Zoey starts off thinking Hiyoko is a little kid and is way more lenient and gentle to calling her out ("stop saying that….that's mean… you could…. hurt someone's feelings….. thank goodness…. you didn't hurt….. mine" Zoey says, crying in between the words. "This is just …allergies.") Zoey is a lot nastier in responding to the insults when Hiyoko admits to being seventeen years old, though Zoey doesn't hate her as much as Mahiru.

Mahiru: ). Ohhh boy. Here we go. Anon I apologize in advance if you like Mahiru, because I portray her character way less kindly than most of the fandom content I've seen of her. Zoey probably thinks of her as worse than she is, but Mahiru in my story is baaad, and she really brings out the worst in Zoey. For every bit that Kazuichi is a sweet girl in bitch's clothing, Mahiru is the bitch in sweet girl's clothing. She's able to get away with saying and doing so much nasty shit because she can lean on a reputation of "nice, good girl who's 'empowered' and just 'tells it like it is' to the boys." But really, she's mean, pushy, physically aggressive, rude, insulting, mean to "weirdos" and meaner to "boys." And she gets away with it because she's a "just a nice girl." Zoey doesn't fall for her shit, which confuses and pisses her off because she's used to girls being easygoing with her. Though Zoey assumes that she's a "queen bee" she's more of a slightly less extroverted queen bee's best friend type. Zoey is mad enough to want to attack her character; both in the "I'm going to call you out" way and the "I'm going to punch you if you open your mouth one more time" way. Zoey can be cruel and loud when she thinks someone deserves a kick to the face.* *(I must emphasize, me as a teenager is NOT the same person as me as an adult. I stopped acting aggressive at 17 years old, initially from a fear that I might do something that gets me sent to jail and ruins my life, and I eventually learned how to cope with my sense of justice in ways that dont involve threats or violence or (unless I have to) direct confrontation. It strongly helps that I'm not going to high school anymore. Irl high school was a nightmare for me.)

Fuyuhiko: Eventual Friendship, possibly a rocky friendship though I'm still working on this one. Zoey is pretty sensitive to yelling and insults, so when Fuyuhiko's initial attitude is "everybody leave me the hell alone!" Zoey listens. Though normally Zoey would stand up to someone who was insulting and threatening people, the first time Zoey and Fuyuhiko met Zoey tried to protect the "little guy" (from Mahiru) and then Peko intercepted and made it clear to Zoey that Fuyuhiko doesn't need (Zoey's) protection and that for Zoey's own safety she should stay away from him and not talk to him. So at first they avoid each other. I'm still working out a later scene though, where Zoey's gut feeling leads to her following him around to protect him and unknowingly stopping Fuyuhiko from playing Twilight Syndrome Murder Case. I have planned some progression into a friendship with Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi as well!

Peko: Friendship. Peko understands Zoey's desire to protect people, and lowkey appreciated the attempt to protect Fuyuhiko, but she also thinks Zoey is too careless and should learn to discern situations better before jumping in to defend somebody (yeah, a little hypocritical coming from her, but in Peko's defense at least Peko is a trained swordwoman, while Zoey is very physically sensitive and has no weapon or combat training). She intimidated Zoey into staying away from Fuyuhiko, and even though she scared Zoey a bit herself, Zoey did continue to talk to her and they are Okay Friends. Zoey once asked Peko to train her in using weapons and Peko said no. Teruteru: Mixed Feelings, Pseudo-Friendship but Zoey is easily creeped out by him. Teruteru thinks Zoey is funny and adorably charming and roots for her and Kazuichi to get together. It's so funny, he might have one of the highest opinions of Zoey (obviously less than Kazuichi's and a little less than Ibuki's) and Zoey is creeped out by him. She wants to like Teruteru but he creeps her out. She tries to assume that he doesn't know he's creeping anybody out (like with Kazuichi) but Kazuichi assures Zoey that no, Teruteru is a creep. I write Teruteru as a "creepy little bastard" /affectionate, and he does say icky things like in the game because I think it's funny (sorry xD). Despite his ickyness and occasional smug attitude, he can be a good friend and actually helps Zoey and Kazuichi in a couple of situations, and he is the only one to realize without being told that Kazuichi is a girl (and he decided on his own to keep it a secret to protect the babyqueer). He does switch from flirty comments about Zoey to teasing her about her crush on Kazuichi, but she made him promise to keep that a secret and he holds up to it. Zoey and Kazuichi are Barbie dolls he keeps trying to smush together to make them kiss.

Sonia (who comes out as a trans guy named Coby later): Strangers to Enemies-Ish??? to Friendship-ish??? arc. Coby is Zoey's kryptonite: Zoey thinks "Sonia" is a mean popular girly girl that is probably going to bully her, and doesn't give him a chance at friendship until she feels forced into talking to him. Coby tries a little to be friends with Zoey and Zoey avoids him, which confuses him and hurts his feelings a little bit but he's just not sure what to think of Zoey. There's also Zoey's reason of "I'm jealous of Kazuichi's crush on you and I dont want to act unfairly mean at you so I wont talk to you unless you talk to me." They do become friends later, though he's on thin ice if he insults Kazuichi, so Coby agrees not to do that. He is rooting for her and Zoey, mainly to get Kazuichi off his back (ironically he says this after Kazuichi's already decided she doesn't care about Sonia any more). He's autistic too. I see him and Kazuichi as two autistic kids who were socially trained in opposite directions and fail in communicating to each other; I don't think of either of them as all bad or all good, they were both being self-centered and immature but they also are both good people. This fic doesn't villainize Coby, though later it shows Coby's own creepier side.

Edit 7/7/2024, a year later!: Damn, the entry I wrote for Mahiru is more mean than I remember, yeesh. Irl me got more sympathetic to Mahiru in the process of writing for her and thinking more about her character motivations and processing that mess that was the Twilight case. She's still the antagonist and Zoey the character is still this level of mad at her but I try to balance her and Zoey out. And IRL me does not hate Mahiru now even though I did last year.

[screampied]

daily dose of me yapping, and i want to say there is a reason i am this talkative, i’ll explain once i show myself, hihsidhdjdbjdbd.

OH, something happened last night that got me doing that lil thing with my eyes, y’know? twitching. YOU 🫵 interacted with a post of mine, and i was like “FUCK THEY FOUND OUT” but that’s good we good you were just appreciating one of my masterpieces 😁😏

ok, going back on track. i am a full supporter of scream theme you know, cause it just makes sense. and i also think you would be able to create a really good content for the boys as ghostface. in fact, who do you think fix the mask the most? for me it’s choso, idk just makes me want to pounce on him, the image of him with the mask, messy hair and a knife… sigh.

THE RANT, I LOVE IT. you are absolutely right. you see i am kinda of a hater of new generations of films, because we learn through the og characters to be more smart and what to look out for, while the newbies are a bunch or arrogant useless shits, and we have to deal with the directors trying to sell them as a better version. EXHIBIT ONE, halloween. it was… it was something. YESS scream 6 redeemed itself a lot, specially in this thing i just mentioned. for example, sam and mindy pissed me off on the fifth, but i fell in love with them on the sixth, and the characters had such a grown. chad is kinda my fav, i love the guy that is just supposed to die but never does. AND HIMBO??

i do hope she comes back, because she is the soul of scream, i can not think of scream and not think of her. still, new directors nowadays taking over this sequels (or, for example books like grrm) they just keep missing to catch the real essence of the thing, so if she does come back, it tends to lean on the side of me not enjoying it. idk, at first i didn’t liked her on the fifth, something was missing, but i hope it does not go like that this time. like i said, the six was good, so if they keep like that, it might.

also, the actress for sam was fired, right? because she supports palestine, and i think jenna too? i don’t remember much, but i hope they come back asap, otherwise it’s going to suck. and i mean changing actress won’t do them any good, cause they both carried a lot.

YAYAY, car races are so cool. you go to one and i repeat 🫵 bad bitch. i remember this one time i was friends with a boy that lived next door, and he would come to my house all day, and he brought some tapes of car races and i was wonderstruck by the girls that wave the flag, with mini skirts and crop tops, my mom turned to me and said “don’t ever date a racer” THANKS BUT IM NOT LISTENING. there is something about a guy with a helmet (oh, shit. the mask kink is mentioned again) and a nice looking car, but the girls? sigh sigh sigh. when i was obsessed with fast and furious, i would only stare at them.

hate anons are laughable. i was an editor on instagram some years ago, and i had this person that would literally clock in on my anon app to daily be a bitch. it was fucking funny because i knew exactly who they were, and when i went to talk with them, they got so calm and like “i’m sorry” like stfu give me that energy. ever since then, i don’t get offended by anonymous hate. this person is weak and likes the power of being hidden, but in fact, it has no power whatsoever. it’s just…stupid?!

anyways, hope you have a great day!!! and do some fun stuff!!!!

oh, question of the day, favorite book and favorite color?

nut anon

HIIIII NUT ANON 😙

PAHAHAHAH REALLY. i remember i was binge reading fics last night and maybe i stumbled upon you 🤔. tbh i literally can’t remember what i read BUT I FOUND YOU (kinda not really) omg. the suspense is killing meeee baefy. what are the odds hehe. IM SURE UR WORK IS SSOOOOO GOOD u seem so sweet i’d honestly love to be ur moot whenever ur ready to reveal yourself 💓💓.

yeahhhhh man. same here, i love scream downn. but tysm :’) UGHHH JUST IMAHINGINF ITS GONNA BE SO SEXY im such a whoreee for ghostface its crazy. ur so right, id say choso but def maybe even suguru too ?? it’s always the dark haired boys idk 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. dare i say toji also.

SO REEAAAAL ✋🏽. i hated the newbies expect mindy bc that’s pookie and chad, chad grew on me. also ofc jenna too, and i like same a lot more in scream six. CHAD UGHHHHHH he carried, the core four uughghgjgjgk my babies. seeing sam snap yet again was so cool to see, i kinda want her to be ghostface, but that would be predictable. a girl can dream tho </3

and omg !!!!! i stumbled across a neve interview and it’s confirmed she’s coming back for scream seven AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHER. im so glad i wonder how it’s gonna play out. yeah !!! i heard the actress for sam got fired all bc she supports palestine like really? 🤒 good for her for using her voice, i think jenna left on her own because she also supports palestine and supported her. i’ll miss them sm but good for them !!!!

I WENT AND IT WAS SAAAAUUR FUN. i saw a sukuna styled car and i almost crashed out. it was so hot, i’ve got such a deep love for sports cars 🌛🌛. PFFF REALLY. i wanna date a racer, they give such good vibes eheh. GUYS WITH HELMETS AND GLOVES AND >>>> yes. ur so right ab the masks. and the girls too ???? YEAAH

bye that’s so embarrassing. do they not have anything else to do 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️. like whaaaat that’s insane, daily is just so lame. what a bore. good for u for confronting them bc ew

THANKSSSSPOIKIEEEEE 💓💓💓 you too !!! hope you had a lovely day <3 and oooh um favorite book would probably be any hunger games book or the war that saved my life. favorite color hmmmm rose gold !!!!

[kenobster]

honestly I wouldn’t put too much stock in follower counts and activity pages. obviously we have no idea how many followers users have but I’d wager it’s around 50 for most people, and depending on how long you’ve been on here, a good chunk of them might be inactive or lurkers.

furthermore, this used to be the reblogging things site, which has since been plagued with likes only. it’s like that for a lot of posts, big blog or otherwise. but the problem with that is, if no one reblogs things, there’s less opportunity for more notes in the first place.

the moral of this story is, do whatever you want and don’t worry about adding your voice on anything! the numbers do not matter at all

Thanks so much anon, that's very kind of you to say!!! I love every single one of my followers, even the inactive ones and even the scandalously dressed ladybots that I haven't reported & blocked yet. XD Like, I seem to be miscommunicating lately, and it feels like maybe I'm coming across as upset/stressed out/angry without meaning to? So I'm gonna take this chance to needlessly describe my activities for the last 24 to 48 hours to prove a point lmfao.

Yesterday morning, I was reintroducing my grumpy timid cat to a super friendly cat I will be cat-sitting for the next month or so, which was super fun and one of my special interests. After that, I was chillin with my fandom homies while we played Jackbox and heard each other's voices for the first time ever (voices that were audibly referencing Vader's Uterus lmfao so I was pretty ecstatic). After that, I played around with my INCREDIBLE Vader bop-it toy that I bought yesterday based on a friend's recommendation. My first Hasbro merch ever. :) I'm in love and I still can't believe it's a real thing that exists.

At that point, I checked Tumblr and... yeah, admittedly I panicked a little because I was a bit scared I'd soon get a bunch of angry asks screaming at me for being a meanyhead (to beat a horse dead, this is just a regular run-of-the-mill anxiety of having a fandom blog and it is absolutely nobody's fault). So I spent an hour or so chatting with a friend until I felt better and then I quickly made the post in question regarding my follower count so that, despite the bewildering attention Five Peggats Each has gotten, everyone would know the truth about my lack of influence lmao. (This is a compliment. From me to me. I like my lack of influence. I'm not fucking kidding lol. I actually have panic attacks sometimes about the idea of becoming internet famous. I literally don't want that lmao. Fifty to a hundred followers is an A+ amount imo, so it's about time I guess it's about time I start losing those pornbots lmfaoo.) Anyway, last night was probably the first time I've checked my follower count in the entire history of this blog tbh. So like, you're being super sweet, anon, and I'm hoping other people will see this too because it's absolutely true and I think your words would be very encouraging and reassuring to anyone who sees this!! But I promise you that my activity log statistics and teh amount of followers I have are not things I spend time thinking about.

Once that was all taken care of, I wrote/edited a little bit for my fic for QuinObi week (SO EXCITED! Literally just a few more days!). Then at around 4am, I woke up with middle-of-the-night epiphanies on how to phrase a couple things/finish/tidy up my thoughts for that Fox opinions post, and I lay in bed working on that for an hour or so. After that, I went back to sleep, woke up, chatted with the fandom homies again, and then, ever since, I've been playing a video game I've been dying to play all week. Until about an hour ago, I literally had no idea what may or may not have been going down on Tumblr, and I wasn't thinking about it at all. And now that I've enjoyed myself on Tumblr for the day, I'm probably gonna invite my mom up tonight so she can spend time with the cats while I use her as a captive audience to talk about Vader's Uterus lmfao. And then at about 10pm, I'm gonna head bed because I work for a living and I forgot to ask if I get the holiday off.

All of this to say I am fine!! I'm just chilling, living my life, doing my own thing. For me, Tumblr is like a fun thing to check out every once in a while, the same way I spent time playing my video game, enjoying my Vader bop-it toy, hoarsing around with the cats, or anything else that strikes my fancy. Kidney stones and abusive ex-bosses are the things I worry about, not like.... a pixelated number on a screen lmao. In other words, this is a hobby to me, not a livelihood, and if I wasn't enjoying my time here, I literally would not log on (and sometimes I don't log on! For days and days at a time. Because I'm enjoying other things more!)

But anyway, I will say that the thing that makes it the most fun for me here? People like you!! Who send me asks. Who share their thoughts on my posts. Who became friends that give me the confidence to make the posts that I wanna make. Who have other fun lil interactions with me. So (1) Please don't worry about me. I'm fully medicated, my back is sore, and I'm too old to be upset over fandom things lmao. And (2) I really cannot thank you and everyone who makes my fandom experience so enjoyable!!! :D Y'all are great and I'm thrilled to be able to have fun here. I'm living my best life.

[heavyhitterheaux]

What Are We Thankful For?

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You know it’s always entertaining when the entire crew gets together

Synopsis: The Harlows host friendsgiving at their house at home in Kentucky

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💖

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Special thank you to big sis Nicole! 

“I literally cannot wait to give you the biggest hug. You look so tired and I’m going to need for you to go straight to sleep once you get here.” You said while looking at your tired husband on the facetime call that the two of you were currently on.

“I can’t wait either. I missed your little short ass terrorizing me on a daily basis.”

“HEY!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong baby girl?”

“We’re going to fight when I see you.”

“Only thing that I’ll be doing is making you scream my name over and over again.”

“After you get some sleep, that is. When should you be back?”

“If I did my math right, I’ll probably land around 3 or 4 am. And you better be sleep and you better not come and get me either. You need your energy for other things.”

“But smush!”

“No, Sunni already knows and is coming to get us.”

You rolled your eyes and Jack immediately caught it and made a face at you.”

“Baby, don’t start because you know what’s about to happen when I get there.”

“Well, I was told to be asleep, so nothing.”

“Keep getting smart with me Mrs. Harlow.”

“Or what?”

“You being real bold since I’m in a different country right now. You won’t be saying that when you see me.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that. Anyway babyyyyyy, I miss you.”

“I miss you too and it won’t be too much longer.”

“Are you going to help me cook for our friendsgiving this year?”

“Cook what?!?! Jack can’t even boil a pot of water!” You heard someone exclaim and you wanted to say that it sounded like Clay.

“Clayborn! Give your big brother some credit! He’s trying!”

“Hiiii wifey!”

“Clay, remove yourself from my presence immediately.” Jack of course was immediately annoyed. 

You then saw Clay come up behind him and wave towards you while Jack simply rolled his eyes.

“Hi, my baby! Can’t wait to see you!”

“Me either! I have the divorce papers drawn up!”

This earned Clay a smack to the back of his head from Jack and all you could do was laugh.

“Okay my little baby, stop terrorizing my big baby and you better be on your best behavior.”

“Oh? So I’m big baby now?”

“You have always been my big baby with your 6’3 ass.”

“See Clay?!?”

All Clay did was roll his eyes and make a face, before looking back over at you.

“I’ll stop terrorizing him for now. I’m still her favorite.”

“I will throw you out this window!”

Once Clay was out of your line of sight, you looked to see Jack staring at you and smiling.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

“You called me your big baby.”

“Smush, you know that is never going to change. No matter how much you might get on my nerves.”

“HEY! WAIT A MINUTE NOW!”

“I love you so you know I’m going to put up with it.”

“Mmm hmm. Sure. I love you too mamas and I’ll be back before you know it. And you have a little over a week until you turn 24.”

“Oh shit…”

“What do you mean oh shit? Don’t tell me you forgot about your birthday?”

“I’ve just been so busy that it slipped my mind. I don’t even have anything planned!”

“Don’t you worry about that, your husband already has everything figured out.”

You simply eyed him not believing anything that was coming out of his mouth.

“And I’m not telling you so don’t ask me. We’re about to head to the airport now, pretty girl.”

“Okay, please be safe and don’t kill your little brother.”

“Absolutely no promises on that last part. I love you mamas.”

“I love you too, Pookie.” You blew a kiss to Jack before hanging up and scrambling around your shared bedroom to get things ready for when he got back. 

You made sure to take out one of his favorite pairs of pajamas, had a fresh set of towels and washcloths, face masks, socks, and lavender lotion to make him fall asleep easier. You knew that he told you to go to sleep, but you were literally bouncing off the walls in anticipation to finally be reunited with him. Jack’s tour was over, but yours wasn’t and you were taking a few weeks off before it started back up again.

You decided after getting everything together that you would at least lay down and you made sure to set your alarm so that you would be awake when Jack got back despite his protests.

It was around 3:45 when you heard his keys in the door. 

You were already awake and threw off your comforter to make a beeline downstairs to meet him at the door.

Jack was barely out of the doorway when he heard your light footsteps approaching him running at full force. He dropped his bags at his feet to be able to catch you and all he could do was smile at the sight of his wife.

“Baby? Are you crying?” Jack quietly asked as he heard you sniffle.

“No.”

“Yes you are and I don’t know why you’re trying to hide that from me. Don’t cry, I’m here now.”

“I just missed you so so much. You know I hate being away from you.”

“I know and I missed you too, mamas. And what are you doing up? I thought I told you to go to sleep.”

“You know I don’t listen and I wanted to see you. I set my alarm so that I would be awake when you got back.”

“We have a lot to do today so I’m going to need for you to get some sleep.”

“You too. You look so tired and I was so worried about you.” You said brushing a hand through Jack’s curls before he set you back down on your feet so that he could close the front door.

“I’m fine, I’ll get a little bit of a break and you know that will consist of spending the majority of my time with my wife.” Jack answered you as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Come on so we can do face masks.”

“Wait, what?”

“I got out your favorite pajamas, the lavender lotion that helps you fall asleep easier, and the cucumber face mask you like. Come on, the sooner we get to it, the sooner that we can sleep.”

“Thank you for that, baby girl.”

“Anything for you. You know this.”

“Forever and always, right?”

“You damn right.”

___

“Best friend!”

“Yes, Urban Henry Wyatt?”

“Wait, why are you saying my full name? Am I in trouble?”

“No, not unless you did something that I should know about?”

All Urban did was shake his head no.

“No, not that I know of. I just have a question for you. I already asked Jack and he said it was up to you.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You asked immediately going into protective mode. You felt Urban’s forehead and was checking him for bumps and bruises.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!”

“Okay, then ask your question.” You responded while making sure that you had the ingredients for everything that you needed to make.

“Um, would it be okay for Yasmin to come to friendsgiving?”

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sighed.

“I mean, I get it if you say no. But I just thought I’d ask anyway. I know that you know that she’s talked to Jack and he told me that you weren’t ready to talk to her, which I understand. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”

“She can come.”

“Wait, really?”

“Urby, she’s your girlfriend and she’s important to you. I…. This is something that we do every year and the last thing that I want to do is make her feel like she’s being left out. I wouldn’t want anyone to do that to me either. So my answer is yes.”

“Only if you’re absolutely positive.”

“Urban, get out of my sight before I change my mind and take your best friend with you so that I’ll be able to cook in peace with Nic and Luna.”

“BABY! I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE ANYTHING!”

“YET, JACKMAN! YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING, YET!”

“I’ll keep him occupied.”

“Thank you Urby.”

It was around 2 pm when everyone started showing up and you and Nic were halfway done with cooking everything.

Jack, 2fo, Nas, and Druski had been banned from the kitchen so Jack elected the help of his little brother to slide him something that was already done since he hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“Clay, go in there because she’s not going to yell at you.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Cut the shit. I’m letting you stay in my house. That’s what’s in it for you. I’ll kick your ass out right now.”

“That’s Y/N’s baby Jack, you better watch yourself.” Megan piped up from the corner where she was mixing margaritas.

“And?! I’m her husband!”

“That literally means nothing when it comes to Clay.” Urban laughed while looking over at him.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“And get us something good.”

Clay hopped up off the couch and made his way into the kitchen to see you, Nic, and Luna laughing.

“Oh look, the baby has arrived!”

“Well isn’t it my favorite Harlow child! What can I do for you?”

“I’m hungry and am in need of a snack.”

“Sit right over there, I got you.” You said as you went into the refrigerator and got out the mini cheesecakes. You decided to make smaller individual ones so 2fo wouldn’t be able to sneak off with the pan and save it all for himself. 

You took two out of the container and placed it on a napkin before placing them down in front of him.

“Tell me how it is and if it needs something.”

“You made it so I know that it doesn’t need anything.”

“Not Clayborn trying to flirt with his big brother’s wife.” Luna said and immediately laughed.

“Not my fault she fell for the wrong Harlow.”

“CLAY! I HEARD THAT!”

“SMUSH! STAY IN THERE AND OUT OF OUR BUSINESS!”

“YOU’RE MY WIFE SO YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!”

“I swear he is a hot ass mess. My hot mess nonetheless, but a mess.”

“It’s really good. What else is finished that I can taste?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Nic replied before opening the freezer and pulling out sorbet for him to try. 

Back out in the living room, Jack looked down at his watch to see that Clay had been gone for at least 30 minutes and he was confused on what was taking him so long.

“What the hell is he in there doing? I’m fucking starving out here.”

“They’re probably holding him hostage.”

“Dua!”

“What does your big forehead ass want?”

“Okay, first off, rude. Keep in mind that you’re in my house and I can kick you out at any time.”

“For you to get yelled at by your wife?”

“Don’t test me.”

“State your business.”

“Go in the kitchen and get me something, pleaseeeee. Wifey will yell at me if I set foot inside.”

“I’ll try, but no promises.”

“Get whatever you can grab.”

Dua made her way towards the kitchen to see the three of you feeding Clay so everyone was distracted. She crept over to the fridge and found the sweet potato pies that Jack loved so much and immediately took out three of them. One for herself, Jack, and 2fo.

She then tip-toed back out of the kitchen into the living room and handed the pies to both of them.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver.”

“You know what this means right?” Dua asked while eyeing Jack. 2fo was already halfway done with his pie.

“What?”

“You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you a got damn thing. You’re in my house and I’m feeding you.”

“Your wife is feeding me.”

“With groceries that I bought!”

“Not the point!”

“JACKMAN!!!”

“Oh shit, you better go. Wife is calling.” Druski piped up and looked over towards him.

“YES, MAMAS?”

“I KNOW YOU STOLE THE PIE, I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT JUST KNOW THAT I KNOW IT WAS YOU!”

“I’M INNOCENT!”

“SAVE IT! INNOCENT MY ASS!”

Dinner was finally underway, but Nicole and Danielle couldn’t help but notice that you and Curse weren’t really interacting like the two of you usually did. Nicole made a note to corner Urban later to get an explanation out of him.

“She does it again. I know you put crack in your food when you make it.” Saweetie said from across you as she was stuffing her face.

“I see no lies!” Nas said while taking a sip of his drink.

Just then Jack had reached under the table to pull out a gallon bottle of ranch and set it out on the table.

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“Yes, my baby?”

“Where in the world did you get that?!?! And why is it on the table?”

“That’s for me to know and not for anyone else to find out.”

“Well got damn, do you need that much ranch?!” Druski asked, looking over at him in disbelief. 

“If he could turn me into a bottle of ranch, he would.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“Nah, he’ll just pour it over you and then lick it off.” Normani added while shrugging.

“WHAT?!”

“Thanks for the idea, Normani!” Jack said while smiling at her.

“Jackman, if you so as much touch me with ranch, you won’t touch me for the rest of your life.”

“We know that’s a lie. Like you can keep your hands off him.” Megan added while rolling her eyes.

“She definitely can’t. You should have seen her this morning.” Jack said while wiggling his eyebrows. 

“NO. CUT THE SHIT AND DO NOT START. WE DON’T WANNA KNOW.” Urban exclaimed from the far side of the table where Curse was sitting next to him.

“I DO!”

“WHY DO YALL ALWAYS WANNA KNOW DURING DINNER?! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?!” Your eyes went wide knowing what they were referring to and you immediately tried to change the subject.

“ANYWAY! MOVING ON!”

“Are you pregnant yet?!” SZA asked and you immediately got a look of disbelief on your face.

“What?!?! NO!”

“Look, all I’m saying is how you were describing what happened in the group chat a few weeks ago when you went to visit your husband, I would take a test.” Nas said while eyeing you.

“HOLD ON! Can we talk about how Nas can be in the group chat but the rest of us can’t?!”

“BAD BITCHES ONLY! WE’VE BEEN THROUGH THIS! YALL DON’T MEET THE CRITERIA!”

“What if I put on a wig?”

“Druski, we’ve already addressed that and the answer is and will always be no.”

“I’ll shave too!”

“Still won’t help. The answer is no!”

“Group chat is only for baddies.”

“Anyway, first lady has a birthday coming up! What are we doing?!?”

“I have no idea. Ask Jack, he seems to have something planned and thank goodness because I honestly forgot.”

“Oh, and we can’t forget! THE WEDDING!!!!”

“Please don’t tell me you’re wearing white. There is nothing pure about your ass.”

“Nicole, if you don’t shut the fuck up!” You said while rolling your eyes and trying to find something to throw at her. 

“I’m just saying!”

“I’m not wearing white if anyone wanted to know.”

“If you could show up in nothing, that would be great too.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“Yes?”

“Behave yourself!”

“Aren’t you two already married?” Curse quietly asked. All of PG was shooting daggers at her except Urban.

“We are, but it was a courthouse wedding when we were 19. I promised her when we were secure that we would have a big one and it’s our five year anniversary this year.” Jack answered as you were suddenly more interested in your plate in front of you.

“That sounds nice.”

“And the fact that the two of you have been planning the wedding, on tour, doing multiple shows and appearances is just crazy to me. How did yall even find time to do it?” 2fo asked while trying to steal food from Clay’s plate who immediately smacked his hand away.

“If it’s for my wife, I’m always going to make time for it.” Jack said while looking over at you and smiling.

“Aww, smush!” You leaned over to kiss his cheek and of course he turned fire engine red. 

“Got damn it! Here they go!”

“Jack, please don’t make her cry! When yall got nominated for multiple grammy’s it took me HOURS to get her to stop.” Danielle said while looking over at you. 

“THAT’S AN EXAGGERATION! IT WASN’T HOURS!”

“It actually was. You didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep that night.”

“I’m a simp for my husband! And I have no shame! 2fo if you reach over here towards my plate one more got damn time, I’m cutting off your fingers!”

“Oh! What are we thankful for? Y/N go first!” Megan said while looking over at you.

“She’s thankful for me, duh!”

“CLAYBORN CUT THE SHIT!”

“Okay so I am thankful for my family, especially my husband.”

“And don’t we know it”

“Shut up, Urban!”

“And all of my friends of course. And being able to do what I love every single day with the best people by my side. Oh, one last thing…”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t….”

“I’m thankful for my husband’s dick and his mouth for when he goes down on me.”

“AND THERE IT FUCKING IS!”

“WHAT?!? I’M NOT GOING TO SIT UP HERE AND LIE!”

“We know that Jack is going to say ranch and his wife’s pussy.”

“And what about it?! I see no lies!”

“You two are fucking disgusting, I swear.”

“Have you seen my wife?!”

Everyone rolled their eyes and collectively yelled.

“YES!” 

Urban had then gotten up in order to get a refill on his drink when he felt a presence behind him in the kitchen.

Nicole and Danielle.

“Urban?”

“Uh yes?”

“There’s something going on with Curse and my baby cousin and you’re going to be the one to tell me exactly what that is because I know that you know and that it probably has something to do with you.”

“Umm….”

“Out with it, Wyatt!”

“I… look… they got into a little argument about something and they aren’t really talking right now.”

“And? What was the argument about?” Danielle immediately asked.

“Umm…”

“URBAN!”

“We were all out to dinner with PG and Neelam and Curse found out that I’ve had sex with Y/N. I admit it was my fault for not telling her but because she was so mad, once Curse confronted her about it, she let slip that Y/N had a miscarriage in front of everybody.”

“SHE DID WHAT?!”

“Keep your voices down!” 

“How the… I should kick your ass for not telling her and hers for airing out her business like that. We know how important it is for her to have kids and I can’t imagine how hurt she was by that.”

“We’ve just started talking and getting back to how we were before.”

“And she’s actually here? Showing her face knowing what she did?”

“Only because Y/N and Jack agreed to it. She said that she didn’t want her to feel left out.”

“I… just… Urban, come on now.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been trying to make it better as best as I can. She said she forgives me, but I know that’s something that will be in the back of her mind.”

“I can’t believe she would do that.”

“And the two of you don’t say anything. I’ll let Jack know that I told you so that he isn’t caught off guard by it, but I wouldn’t ask Y/N about it. I know my best friend and I can tell that she’s still sad about it even if she doesn’t show it.”

“Fine, we won’t say anything, but we’re going to need for you to be honest with your girlfriend and not drag my little sister into your shit, okay?”

“I got it.” 

All three of them went back into the dining room where everyone was and took their seats at the table to see that you and Jack were missing.

“Where in the world did they go?” Danielle asked while looking around.

“Knowing them, they’re probably fucking somewhere.”

“And they didn’t invite me? The audacity!” Dua chimed in while rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile the two of you were upstairs in your bedroom and Jack was making sure that you were okay since you had begun to space out a little at the dinner table.

“Baby girl? You feeling okay?” Jack asked while moving your hair out of your face. 

“I promise I’m fine. Probably just a little tired from being on my feet all day. It’s nothing, smush.”

“Are you absolutely positive? If you’re tired I want you to rest. I can make sure everything gets cleaned up and put away.”

“I’ll lay down for a few minutes and then I’ll come back downstairs.”

“You want me to stay up here with you?”

“No, babe. I’m good. I promise. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll keep my phone by me just in case you need me for anything.” Jack said while leaning down to kiss you.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

“Don’t start mamas.”

“Fine, I’ll let you go for now and we can finish this conversation later.” You said while hugging your husband and looking up at him.

“I’ll definitely make sure you finish later.”

“SMUSH!”

“What? What I say?!”

“Act accordingly please.”

“Can’t help it if my wife is fine as hell.”

“And I can’t help it if my husband is too.”

“Lay down and I’ll be back up here soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jack made sure you were comfortable under the comforter before he went back downstairs. You simply played on your phone in order to pass the time.

You had finally rested for thirty minutes before sitting up and wanting to make your way back downstairs.

You couldn’t put your finger on as to why you had been feeling so tired lately, but you attributed it to you working so much. You were happy that you finally had a break and were able to spend some much needed time with your husband.

The two of you were finally getting back to how you two were before the whole Anitta situation came into play and you were thankful for it.

But little did you know that she would be making another appearance and that she had it out for the Harlows.

It was only a matter of time before everything would come crashing down around you.

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