#God somebody please motivate me to do *anything?*

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the shy bunny and the rowdy cat Part 4 Final

Ateez Seonghwa X Wooyoung X Reader

Find previous parts on my Masterlist

Genres and warnings: hybrid imagine, poly relationships (no mxm), mature language, fluff, angst, happy ending

Word count: 2.2k

The day is finally here. Seognhwa goes to your previous owner in hopes of finally making your theirs, but will it be easy?

Seonghwa couldn't remember the last time he slept so peacefully. It was nice being alone, having the bed for himself, but something about a tiny, warm body beside him made it even better.

Y/N was still fast asleep, her nose twitching as she dreamt. He's been watching her for the past fifteen minutes, enjoying the moment he had with her. She might not have been awake, but she was just the thing he needed.

Today was a big day. He had plans to go open his bakery, leaving it afterwards to Yeosang, his trusted worker. Hongjoong would be waiting for him, because they needed to go and find your previous owner to serve him the papers. For some reason, he couldn't imagine going on in his life without the little bunny by his side. Wooyoung loved her, that much was obvious, but he bonded with her on another level. It takes immense trust to be somebody's owner, and she was willingly giving herself to him. The past couple of days showed how comfortable she could get with them, and he hoped her confidence would grow bigger. Although, it was nice having someone calm and collected with them, Wooyoung was already a handful. Not that he didn't adore his hybrid, he just needed someone to enjoy the silence with. Y/N was just that person.

Seognhwa glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, confirming he would be late if he stayed even another minute. They would have all the time in the world after he settled the deal with Jisung, and that was enough to motivate him to get up.

The rustling of the bed didn't disturb his bunny, and he tucked her back in after taking everything necessary from his room.

He didn't expect to run into Wooyoung in the hallway.

"Hey Woo, what are you doing up so early?"

Wooyoung yawned, stretching lazily.

"I can't sleep without her. Move, I'm going to your room."

He didn't wait for Seonghwa's reply, pushing him to the side and entering his bedroom. He watched as his hybrid tucked himself behind Y/N, nuzzling his face in her hair.

"Okay, get some more sleep. Please, for the love of God, don't do anything in my bed."

Wooyoung turned his head, smirking lightly.

"Can't make any promises." He went back to his previous position, and Seonghwa kind of knew he was joking. Well, he hoped he was. He shut the door, leaving the two to their own devices.

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"I'm telling you Hongjoong, this isn't going to work."

"Will you just shut up and trust me for once? I know what I'm doing."

Seonghwa and his friend Hongjoong were outside Jisung's workplace. It was a classic office building, consisting of numerous cubicles. Jisung was in one of them, and the nerves were starting to eat Seonghwa alive.

It's not like he didn't trust Hongjoong, but the situation was delicate. One wrong word, and he could lose Y/N forever.

"Joong, I appreciate you doing all of this. I'm really sorry about the way I'm behaving. It's just..." Seonghwa couldn't even finish his sentence. He didn't know what to say anymore, but his friend knew him quite well.

Hongjoong gave him a pat on the back.

"It's okay buddy. We'll make this work, and you'll be home before you know it."

For some reason, that only made him more nervous. He knew Y/N was home, waiting to hear her fate. Wooyoung was probably trying to keep her mind occupied, but that could also lead to two things - them having a nice movie day, or him having to go to the vet to get Wooyoung sprayed.

Seonghwa shook his head, focusing on the task ahead of him. The two men entered the building and gave their names to the receptionist. Hongjoong had previously made an appointment to see Jisung, stating he had some problems with his fake account that he needed fixed. The lady told them the number of the cubicle, and off they went.

As they approached that devil of a man, Seonghwa could barely keep his anger at bay. This was someone who brought harm to his bunny. Someone who made her scared of basic human interaction. She didn't know pets were a reward, she barely ate unless given specific permission, and she protected her ears like she was afraid he'd pull them clean off.

After a short walk, there he was. Jisung, sitting there in all his glory, smiling at a coworker as if the hybrid he's supposed to take care of hasn't run off to god knows where.

"Hello there." Hongjoong said casually. The man's head turned, eyes widening slightly. Maybe he felt intimidated? That was a good thing.

"Hello gentlemen. How can I help you?"

Hongjoong extended his hand and Jisung shook it before moving onto Seonghwa. He had to get it together in order not to break all of his fingers off.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Seonghwa."

Jisung smiled, motioning for them to sit in front of his desk. They were separated from other employees by a wall, and it was almost perfect. Hongjoong dropped the act as soon as Jisung sat down.

"So, Jisung, how's Y/N doing?"

The man in front of them froze, hands clutching his pencil.

"I'm sorry, who are you talking about?" His voice was calm, but his hands were starting to twitch.

"Oh, cut the shit. You know exactly who you little pie-"

"Calm down Hwa." It was a miracle Seognhwa caught himself. He knew Hongjoong's warning was serious.

"Okay, who the hell are you? What do you want from me?" Jisung asked, his tone showing how upset he was getting.

"We want you to sign over your rights to be Y/N's owner. Seonghwa here has provided your former hybrid with a suitable home, we just have to get the formalities out of the way." Hongjoong explained.

"You have her?" Tone as cold as ice, Jisung turned towards Seognhwa, glaring as he spoke.

"Yes, I have her, and I'm not planning on letting her come back to you. Who knows what you did to that poor bunny." Seonghwa spat out, gripping the handles of his chair to stay put.

Silence followed his words, Jisung appearing lost in thought for a minute. It wasn't until Hongjoong took out the forms from his bag that he focused back on them.

"There is no way I'm signing anything. Y/N's mine, and I want her back!"

"You are so firm on getting her back, but were you even trying to search for the poor thing? There is no trace of you ever reporting her missing. How will you explain that to a judge? Your hybrid runs away, and don't move an inch to find her. Interesting, isn't it?"

Hongjoong's tone had a slight edge to it, but he kept it professional.

"She is mine. I knew she'd come crawling back to me, that's why I didn't do anything. That bitch can't look after herself."

Now Seonghwa was getting furious. How dare he call her such a degrading name?

"Who do you think you are, huh? The hybrid police?" Jisung questioned.

"Yes, that's exactly what I am." Hongjoong answered.

He placed a paper in front of Jisung.

"This right here is a report on Y/N's injuries. There are multiple lesions on her arms and legs, as well as sensitivity to her hybrid ears. According to her, they were inflicted by you in fits of rage. A doctor can and will confirm it if I ask for an examination."

Another paper followed.

"Next, we have the fact that you hadn't uploaded the shelter about Y/N in over three months. In any hybrid contract, there is the rule of keeping the shelter informed about your hybrid's condition up until one year has passed. They have confirmed you haven't done what you were obligated to."

Jisung was starting to get red in the face, just as one other paper was placed on the table.

"And here we have a recollection of events from when Y/N was in your home. Multiple statements show the abuse she's suffered by your side. One look at this paper and you'll be in handcuffs. Y/N is prepared to testify against you, and your fate will be sealed."

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, almost too casually for the occasion. Seonghwa could only watch in awe as his best friend did his job.

"So, what do you say? Do you still refuse to sign over your rights? I hope you are prepared for some jail time, I hear abusive owners have it rough in there."

That seemed to give Jisung a wake up call. He rubbed his eyes, huffing and puffing as he did. After taking a deep breath, he took a pen from his drawer.

"Where do you want me to sign?"

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"Bunny, stop packing your things! You're not going anywhere!"

Wooyoung was slowly starting to panic. For the past hour, you've been locked up in his room, packing the few belongings you had into a bag. You'd probably have to return it to Seonghwa, but he won't mind you borrowing it.

There were more bangs coming from the other side.

"Y/N, do you hear me? Stop ignoring me! I'm not letting you go!"

You knew there was no chance you'd be able to stay. Your luck wasn't the best, and it was better to accept it before spiraling into an even deeper depression.

"Please bunny, I'm begging you! Oh, Seonghwa! Thank god you're here!"

Wooyoung's footsteps could be heard rushing away from the door. You froze, realising you'd have to face the two of them now and say your goodbyes.

"Y/N? Can you come out now?" Seonghwa said, knocking lightly.

You braced yourself for a tough conversation. Straightening your new white skirt and pink sweatshirt, you walked towards the door, unlocking it and stepping out.

"I-I'm all packed." You whispered, not able to look into Seonghwa's eyes. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders, squeezing you in a hug.

"You're not going anywhere! Tell her Hwa, please! She's not going, is she?" Wooyoung shouted, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. There was no chance he was letting you go, ever.

Seonghwa sighed, motioning towards the living room.

"How about we all take a seat over there?"

You couldn't make out the tone of his voice, but it felt bad for some reason. Maybe you were just too focused on the worst outcome.

The three of you made your way to the couch, Wooyoung placing you onto his lap. He had to keep you close, that way, nobody would take you from him.

"So, we went to see Jisung today, as you already know."

You nodded, listening carefully as Seonghwa spoke. He took out a stack of papers from his bag, placing them in front of you.

"These are official adoption forms. In order for you to stay here permanently, you have to sign them. You'll be officially ours tomorrow morning once they put everything into the system."

There was silence after he said that. Wooyoung was speechless for the first time in his life, and you were certain you weren't hearing right. Seonghwa noticed how you two reacted, so he tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

"Hey, I thought this was supposed to be a great thing. Do you not want to stay?"

You immediately jumped into action, throwing your arms around Seonghwa.

"Thank you! Oh, thank you so much! I want to stay, please! I really want to!"

Your new owner laughed, tightening his grip around your waist.

"You're ours now, bunny. Just ours." He whispered into your ear.

"This is the best day of my life!" Wooyoung shouted, finally getting himself together. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging your back.

"I knew our Seonghwa would make it work."

"That would be all Hongjoong's doing, but I helped. Jisung won't ever be a problem in our lives again, we made sure of it."

He continued explaining how it all went down, and you couldn't believe they managed to convince him to let you go. Jisung will never be on your mind again, as long as these two stay by your side.

After talking about the official adoption, you signed the papers and jumped into Seonghwa's embrace again. You knew Wooyoung would be jealous, so you opened your arms to invite him in. He gladly joined, the three of you now giggling away.

Maybe it was the perfect time to show them how much you trusted them. It was only fair after everything they did to keep you.

Without a word, you turned around in Seonghwa's lap, straddling his legs. He stayed quiet, curious about your next move.

You took Wooyoung's hand along with Seonghwa's and carefully placed them on top of your bunny ears.

Their eyes widened, and they glanced at each other to make sure it was really happening.

"C-Can I get some pets, please?"

Wooyoung was the first to act, his touch so as light as a feather. The cat stayed quiet again, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

Seonghwa seemed to snap out of it too, copying Wooyoung's movements. He smiled at you, his other hand caressing your cheek.

"You can get all the pets in the world now, our little bunny."

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Here we have it! The final chapter is done. I'm really proud of this work of mine, and I'm thankful for each and every person's support. I know this chapter might be shorter than previous ones, but I wanted to get their happy ending out.

If you're interested in reading a bonus chapter, comment down below.

Lots of love, and happy reading X

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[simp4konig]

I'm so normal about Nikto rn

Mildly nsfw?? Idk just a heads up

But just

Nikto, gripping her hips, thinking to himself: She's just being friendly- she's just being friendly- think pure thoughts

Y/N, sitting on his lap and holding his face hostage between her titties, thinking to herself: I wonder when he's gonna make the first move... do I have to make it if he doesn't? Oh my god what if I've been reading him wrong all along and he doesn't even like me??

Nikto: Well, maybe I am obsessed with you

Y/N: Well, maybe I like that :lipbite:

Flirtatious Reader x ...Dense? Nikto

Fem! Reader coded, BUT it can be viewed as gender-neutral if you squint. 🩷💟💜

Word Count: 2237

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Reader is addressed as "You". No Y/N used.

May be self-indulgent. May be a projection of my own feelings. Oops. 🙊

Please read the * at the end of the post for my clarification 💙🩵🤍.

Edit: Minor typos. I fucking hate EVERYTHING!!!

❗SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AND SOME DISTURBING IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT ❗ (No sex nor anything overly grotesque, but includes some descriptions of both). Readers are warned for suggestive content.

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Well.

The title is perhaps a teeny, weeny little tiny bit misleading 🤏…

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…Who am I kidding 💀,, it's as misleading as it gets LMAO

Because let's not kid ourselves here: Nikto is NOT "dense", NOT an "oblivious" man, NOR is he the type to be misinformed about someone's objective[s].

Nikto is a perceptive man — he's interrogated enough people to know what makes them tick, to distinguish lie from truth.

If somebody's intentions aren't innocent and they have ulterior motives, Nikto is always the first to know; it's his job to be informed, after all.

Hence, he notices the intonations of someone's voice growing or lowering, the imperceptible change in pitch, their nervous stutter as they unconvincingly concoct a lie, how their testimony does not align with the facts, and how they've suddenly become fidgety and shift from his scrutiny...

Hence, he recognises the subtle shifts in someone's facial expressions, can read between the lines of their non-verbal gestures, their change in behaviour, their overall unease expressed without them realising it, how they're giving themselves away no matter what they say…

Hence, he takes notices the way that someone fiddles agitatedly with something in their hands, how they pick at their nails in an almost panicked way or dig their fingernails into the skin of their palms, how they're biting their bottom lip or chewing on their cheek, how their smile is lopsided and doesn't quite reach their eyes, how they avert their gaze…

Nikto is anything but perceptive. He isn't oblivious — not "ignorant", not "unaware", and certainly not "stupid", or any other words synonymous with the previous — especially when it regards what people think of him.

How people think that he's disgusting.

How everyone avoids him like the Black Death, as if he's diseased and close proximity could kill you. As if his disfigurements were contagious, and the best bet would be to stay far, far away from the diseased.

Therefore, he's not oblivious that the words which you would whisper into the brocoli ears obscured by his mask are innuendo for something for more; he's not oblivious of the sexual nature of your hands absentmindedly caressing his lower abdomen, simply inches from his clothed crotch; he's not oblivious that your touches are quite risqué, that you would provoke him on purpose, that you would sit directly on his lap and feign innocence as you would flutter your eyelashes and smile ever so sweetly.

Nikto is perceptive. Very perceptive. And he's certainly not stupid...

...they just don't perceive your flirtatious actions as anything other than some joke.

So, he has rationalised your flirtatious behaviour as friendliness. As how you express your personal affection. Or, affectations.

Whatever it is that you're expressing, it must be a joke. Surely.

Since you're the Beauty, he's the Beast. But, unlike the Beast, he is a monster which cannot be redeemed. He's been cursed to suffer mortal purgatory, while immortal, demonic voices haunt him every hour, every minute, every second of every day. It's torture.

And you want to torture him some more by tormenting him with your unashamedly forward displays, your devilish seduction, tempting him into finally taking what he's been desiring ever since you arrived in his life.

How could you want him? Do you even want him?

No. You don't. There is no way that you do.

Because he's not talkative like some of the other operators, not hilarious like the colleagues who make you laugh, not affectionate like a lover could, not good company, not a good person as a whole.

He's introverted to a concerning amount, so silent that sometimes he appears deceased as he lies next to you on the nights you come over.

Maybe it all used to come naturally to him, but it's a struggle to feign his role as a functioning human being, so to actually be one? Sometimes he questions if he's more monster than man, as that role seems to be effortless.

Why would you want to be around him? What is there to like? Is there even anything to like?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Perhaps this is all some heartless idea of a practical joke, some sort of sick sense of satisfaction arising in you to toy with Nikto's emotions. And, like a child bored of that toy, discard it in favour of a newer, better, prettier one.

Because what's there to like? Frankly, if he doesn't like himself — or selves — then how could he expect you to like him? All of him? Them?

This isn't affection, he would tell himself; either it's disingenuous and forced, or you're faking it for your own amusement.

Or... maybe it is genuine, and it isn't fake... but it's all an act of pity, since you feel sympathy for the lonely outcast and have some sort of strange moral obligation to a lunatic as fucked-up, ugly, and disfigured as him, whose been unable to have a meaningful relationship — platonic or otherwise — in years.

Especially right now, with you straddling his lap and cradling his masked face in between your breasts, he still can't wrap his head around it, and it's all incomprehensible.

At times, Nikto has considered that he's overthinking it, and that you have no ill intentions, and you're just innocent and clueless with how much you affect him.

With that in mind, for him to make the first move and jeopardise what he thought you thought was a strictly platonic friendship? He couldn't be more sorry, and would leave you alone forever and never speak to you again, even if it was physically painful and equivalent to ripping his own heart out and squeezing it until its contents popped — just for the pain and the heartache to go away forever.

...

And it would have been endearing if it wasn't so fucking frustrating.

Seriously. It's so fucking frustrating, and it's as if he's being wilfully ignorant or something, and doing it on fucking purpose.

He's delusional, yes, and you've always acknowledged the fact that more than a few screws were loose, but the entire mechanism, but it pisses you off that he continues to delude himself, rather than accept that your affection is genuine, and not some cruel joke.

You don't get bored of him, and won't. Ever.

Yes, he's not talkative, but you find solace in presence and relish the peace and quiet; yes, his sense of humour is nonexistent, but you don't need to be laughing when he still brings a loving smile to your lips; yes, he's introverted, but does that really matter? To you, you being the exception to his isolation is worth everything.

Do you care that he's not a good person? No. To some extent, neither are you — you're no saint yourself. Nikto's morals may not be grey, but smudged entirely, and his methods questionable…

…and? You don't have it in you to care. Because it has reached a point where Nikto genuinely cares for you, and you likewise for him, and his actions demonstrated what he could never convey through words; that he would never, ever hurt you. And that's enough.

As for him not being naturally affectionate?

Well. You've tried everything: guiding his hands onto your hips; sitting in his lap and straddling his lower half, arms around his neck; hell, even flashed your tits under the guise of the clasp of your unintentionally becoming undone, and, oh, could you please do it for me, Nikto? You aren't bothered by the nudity? Sorry. That was just a wardrobe mishap. You don't mind, right? You can touch all you like, because I don't mind.

But he doesn't respond. Doesn't fucking do anything. Just has his shoulders tense and arms loose by his sides, not reciprocating any touch, not touching you unless you give him permission, as if he's been lobotomised and can only take explicit orders.

You're exasperated. It's exhausting.

And, yes, his hands twitch with the gnawing itch to touch you; his body shakes with anticipation, antsy; his shoulders are tense, back straight as a plank, muscles flexing with restraint; and, of course, he's so fucking hard that he's almost nauseous.

But will he dare misinterpret your suggestive behaviour as anything more than flirtation, teasing, and risk jeopardising his whole friendship with his one and only friend? No. Not a fucking chance.

But how much more goddamn obvious can you be? What will it take for him to open his eyes and see that this isn't a game to you? That you're willingly giving yourself to him, because you want to? Because you want him?

One of these days, you swore, you were going to tear off his mask clean off his face and grab his jaw to roughly kiss him on his scarred, mishapen, and malnourished lips, only pulling away when neither of you can breathe, then look him dead in those steel blue eyes and confess that you don't give a shit what, who, or why he is, only that you want him, uncaring of the whats, the whos, and the whys — especially the "whos".

One of those days came; and that day was today, as you two were lounging on the bed, with your arms wrapped around his neck and legs straddling his lap.

No amount of initiating physical contact could entice him to touch you. You were at wits' end.

Sheepishly, you untangle your limbs from around his, and crawl to sit beside him, legs tucked up to your chest and arms wrapping themselves around your knees pitifully if it wasn't for the fire in your eyes.

"...Nikto."

Nikto's back straightens at the speed of light at your tone of voice.

...Oh. Oh God.

This is it, he thinks. This is the day where everything ends. Eventhough you're his everything and that without you he'll be nothing, you're going to tell him to go, to get off you, because you've realised that he isn't worthy of your time or your company. Or maybe you've discovered his obsession — you — and the shrine he keeps of your stolen "lost" possessions and prays to it as if by an altar, how he would worship the ground you work on if it wasn't so conspicuous, how you're the only reason he hasn't given up and put a bullet straight through his own skull so the voices shut up once and for all and—

"Do... you even like me?"

...What.

What.

What?!

Like you? Are you serious?!

He doesn't like you! He couldn't ever like you!

He adores you! Loves you! Worships you! But even then, no synonyms of these words would sufficiently convey his adoration, his unconditional love, his devotion. Would kneeling by your knees and ripping his beating heart out be enough? It still wouldn't. So he won't... mostly for your sake.

Struck dumb, dumbfounded, and utterly confused, he stares at you, his bloodshot steel blue eyes unblinking. Since he can see how your eyes are glistening, he's willing tears on your behalf, just so tears don't stain that pretty face.

Eventually, he says with complete certainty: "...Like would be putting it lightly."

"Then..."

You sniff, and Nikto flinches, but he otherwise remains stiff, not wanting to touch you and make your state worse.

"...then why won't you touch me? Don't you... find me attractive?"

Instantly, he states: "Because the touch of our hands would insult your body."

"You've... you've got to be fucking joking."

"No."

"Is... i-is this some— some kind of fucking joke?"

"...No."

Sadness dissipating, it transforms into incredulity, until you almost laugh. This is unbelievable. It would be endearing if it wasn't so fucking frustrating. You don't know if you want to punch him or kiss him.

"Nikto. Nikto Nikto Nikto. For crying out loud — I WANT you to touch me."

"We're… I'm fucked up. You should have... better."

"Haven't you ever considered that I like my man fucked up?"

Oh God.

Man. Not men. Man.

“You... still should have better.��

You snort in amusement. "What, someone more fucked up than you?"

You roll your eyes, almost out of boredom, but you don't miss how his fists clench, blood boiling as he's silently seething at the mere idea of someone else stealing you. Having you.

“Better is not an option. From my eyes, you're the best man for me out there.”

A wheeze leaves his broken vocal cords — a poor imitation of a human laugh.

But it wasn't a laugh. He isn't laughing. Miraculously, tears collect at the corners of his dehydrated eyes, and he thinks that he might cry.

His voice cracks as he asks uncertainly: “...Best?”

“The very best," you affirm with a smile.

He must be dreaming. This is all a dream. It's everything that he's been dreaming about. Maybe he's dreaming right now, and he'll wake up in a cold bed. Alone.

“Well… maybe I am obsessed with you."

"Maybe?"

"...I am obsessed with you."

"Okay."

"Maybe... we're so possessive that we'll never let you go. Never."

"Never?"

"Never."

“Well,” you begin, clucking your tongue, as if chastising him with the "tsk". “Maybe I like that. Maybe I like being wanted like that.”

"...You won't."

"I do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even entertained the idea of being around you. If I was a rational person, I'd have ran for the hills. But? I'm not."

"..."

"Now touch me already," you say, unceremoniously snatching his idle hands and guiding them onto your body. "I'm yours. Don't wait for permission like some fucking dog."

You don't have to tell him twice.

"Yes."

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*imma b real w u guys, i had no fucking idea what to name this: ...Oblivious Nikto? ...Ignorant Nikto? ...Delusional Nikto? ...Unaware Nikto?... eventually I settled with "dense", tho i STILL don't know if that's suitable?????

Anyways... sorry for the sort of misleading title??? It was not intentional 🥲. The only reason that it's addressed at the beginning is because I didn't want any misconceptions about what I think of Nikto. No, he is not oblivious, as I gone above and beyond to clarify at the start. 😭

A/N:

To 🪼 anon sending me the asks: I love you. And I love you. Did I mention that I love you? Because I love you. 💫💖✨💖✨🧡🧡💫💖✨💖✨🧡🧡🧡💖✨💖✨💖🧡🧡✨✨✨ (im the monster under your bed, but instead of scaring you, i hold your hand at night 😈... I LOVE UUU/!!!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡💖✨✨✨💫💖🧡🧡💫✨💫 DONT THINK THAT I DONT SEE YOU 👿👿👿!!!! ggRRGRHGKG FROM NOW ON ALL OF MY NIKTO WORKS ARE A PERSONAL TRIBUTE TO U IDONT EVEN CARE ANYMORE)

Random notes:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NIKTO, THE UGLY UGLY UGLY MOTHERFUCKER!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎁🎁🎁🎂🎁🎁🎉🎊🎊🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎉 (yes his bd is tomorrow but i dont CARE!!!!!!)

Nikto and I are both Libras... 😳 OMgogmgomg we are DESTINED to be together!!! 🫣🫣😫💦💦💦💦💧🌊1!1!1!1!!!!! GUys IT WAS FATE! 1!1!1!!!!1!!!!!!!! /j

Ok but /srs, got the Ghostrunner 2 Endless Moto DLC for my birthday and ive never been happier omg 🥹 (going to replay the whole game all over again lmao 💀)

Lastly? Um. I love you all!!! Thanks for 750+ followers???+@?! When did THAT happen? @?!@??????!?? 😭😭😭💫💫💫💫 THANK YOUUU 🫶🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖💖

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

it's iwtv fanfic friday and everyone's getting involved

some recs from all corners of the vampolycule <3

someone buy me roses by indigostohelit lestat/louis, e, 3.2k words

Lestat's frown deepens. “My God, Louis!” he says. “I am not some petty voyeur. My motives are noble. My heart is unselfish. Frankly this is an act of chivalry. Please take off your pants.”

(one thing about me is i go crazy for a religious metaphor. also louis is sooooo catholic in this. it's awesome)

it's been a long, hard twenty year summer vacation by moonieangel aka @loumandivorce louis/armand, e, 7k words

"Let me," Armand said. Louis looked down at him, uncertain, but his pupils were already dilated until the rings of green fire were almost invisible in his eyes. "I haven't been able to drink anything properly, recently," he said, as Armand knew he would say. "And?" Louis' jaw clicked shut. He looked affronted, almost embarrassed, and Armand was strangely delighted at the sight. "You're going to get off on sucking a soft cock?" he asked in disbelief. (Armand and Louis travel.)

(*aggressive tiktok influencer voice* if you haven't read this yet literally what are you even doing with your life. this is such a defining loumand fic for me it's crazy. it's like their true essence on paper. what loumand is like at home. it's so good. sooooo good)

He's Piano; You're Not Forte by Galadriel armand/daniel + armand/lestat, m, 4.2k words

The Vampire Lestat's album has just dropped, and it's causing discord in the Armand-Molloy household.

(armand is SOOOOOOO good in this. i love you obsessive armand. it's been too long since i've reread this one. going to do that now actually)

two-headed mother by tisiphones armand/lestat, e, 8.7k words

"Poor darling," Armand says, and the condescension in his voice is so awful and so offensive and Lestat wants to curl up in it and never, ever leave. "It's okay to let yourself be taken care of for just one night. You can't help what you need." --- It's Lestat's last night in Paris. Armand makes it a memorable one.

(yeah. this one's just. yeah. fellas is it gay to do a roleplay where your boyfriend pretends to be your mommy. probably not gay but it's definitely something)

every few centuries, somebody reinvents the coven by katplanet armand/daniel/louis/lestat, e, 20.5k words

Daniel asks Louis if he's sure when he first suggests it. He asks him again a few days later, to see if he's changed his mind. He makes a psychic collect call to Lestat, of all people, and asks if he's sure. Asks Armand if he's sure when he accepts the invitation, when they're packing, when they're on the way to the airport. When they're walking up to arrivals, Armand’s grip crushing Daniel's fingers, Louis smiling at the back of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, casual as anything, like they do this every day. They're all sure and sure and sure, so Daniel lets Louis pull him in with one arm, Armand with the other, and hug them both while a planeful of tired New Yorkers filters out around them into the muggy bayou dark.

(look okay i know this fic is mostly smut and all but it literally made me cry multiple times. it changed my worldview. it made me see colors previously not experienced by the human perception. it's everything to me. if you haven't read it just like. please please do.)

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS *  assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

[mybookof-you]

My current attitude toward the fast-approaching election day is one powered by mixed emotions. I know it's not over until it's over, but part of me is overwhelmed and slayed by the fact that so many Americans appear to support a man who can stand up and sway to music for what seems to be an eternity during what is supposed to be a critical event designed to convey meaningful information to his supporters. What he seems to be saying here through his actions is that he just doesn't care. He believes he can do just about anything, and his people will follow. Those who disagree can make fun of him all they want, and the result will be the same: his base is solidly sold on his message. It doesn't matter that his message is mixed, fabricated, or totally ridiculous. His people are sold on his promise to deliver specifically to their personal, diverse, contradicting, opposing needs.

It's like prayer. You pray for what you want, and the god seems to be listening, so you keep praying, you keep believing, you keep being a faithful member of the flock. Ut-wo. Instead of a steady, harvest- ensuring flow of steady rain, there came a flood. No worries. god is god. He will come through in the end. It will be heaven. You'll see. Meanwhile, people are drowned en masse, and there is no way to escape it, unless you were faithful enough to build an ark like god told you to. Those are the ones who get to enjoy more fruitfulness and multiplication. The believers. The others got what they had coming to them, but not you. You are special and sinless, because you believe and you confess, and you start over again and again.

Snake oil. When I look at the candidate, Donald Trump, I see a very successful salesman. He knows how to motivate and how to manipulate. He's no dummy. He can speak out of both sides of his mouth, work that groove, and deliver the sheep unto the market all at the same time. He's a multi-tasker, a multi-crafter, and an expert at fibbing. It's all harmless until you find yourself in the mouse-trap. You took the bait, whether you're a believer or not, you deserve what you get. Please, don't take me with you.

Perhaps some join the bandwagon, because, heavens to Murgatroyd, something has got to change, things have to get better, and I know that things that are said don't always mean what they mean, and I am betting that Donald Trump is a better man than all the things he has done before, all the things he has said. He really is talking to me when he says he's going to make things better. Things certainly aren't better now. Not for me. nuh-uh. I want capitalism at its most monopolist, laws at its most freedom-restrictionist, and leadership at its most definitive authoritarian glory. Somebody make a decision, make it happen, and deliver a change. Anything has to be better than what my life is like right now. Poopy-doos.

I really don't get it. Somebody explain why you would want a stacked Supreme Court ready to diminish human rights and call it good when the states can take over and do all that dirty work for them. Why would you bother citizens who are no threat to your lifestyle, those who are making choices for themselves? None of your choices have been eliminated.

Don't let your kid read that book if you don't want them to. That is your right. Read the newsletter that tells you what is going to be covered in your child's classroom. Talk to the teacher who is a trained professional and find that their approach to the classroom is flexible and designed to accommodate your needs and preferences. Your rights are not threated in any way. Someone has been selling you snake oil.

Not communing with anything I said? That's okay. So far, it's still a free country, and I'd like it to stay that way. I don't ever want to fear that I will be sent to jail for having an unpopular opinion. I don't want to find out what this country, whose citizens "will never have to vote again" will look like under the rule of Donald Trump.

I will vote for Harris/Waltz, not because they are perfect representatives of all of my viewpoints, not because they are polite, not because they can magically deliver on all the wish-lists of special interest groups, but because the candidates represent the possibilities of the kind of country I want and believe in. That is a country where no one group is more important than another, where people are heard and listened to, where votes matter, and where the leaders are in alignment with the voices of the people.

None of us are going to get everything we want. That is not possible in a country of such blessed diversity. What we can work toward is a country that values its people and envisions a future which is profitable, sustainable, and inclusive. You can be a bigot and enjoy all the freedoms of the majority of minorities. if you want. Just don't take away my freedoms. I have just as much a right to be here as you do. I have just as much right to be me without the fear of displeasing you to the point of social suicide. I just want to live with the same opportunities, the same resources and economies, and the same respect you seek. I am willing to compromise on what the blueprint to that kind of society might entail, but not on the results. To me, Donald Trump represents the blueprint of a disastrous deluge of inequality and suffocation.

We can't afford to mince words anymore. We can't worry if we are going to offend. We don't have to be rude. We can't stand behind a veil of smoke knit with promises. We may lose, but let's be frank, we see Donald Trump for what he is, and he is not my president.

[marharheehee]

Hii!! :D I’m sorry, this isn’t a request.

But it’s a question!! :)

What’s something or someone that helped you improve your art?

And how long does your art / drawings usually take?

(( you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want too!! :D ))

(((I’ve just been trying to improve my art for a while now and I wanted to see how others improved there art!)))

Oh well golly not what I expected today! I’m honored I think that’s the right word haha, apologies I’m dyslexic and a tad bit nervous honestly but I’ll try to answer the best way I can

Gonna be honest with you, it really depends on your definition of improved but if you mean the traditional definition of improve like upgrading your art style in a sense, I HIGHLY recommend looking at art that inspires you, use different brushes especially in the program(s) you’re most comfortable drawing in, most drawing apps have so many different options for you to choose from don’t be afraid to doodle with new brushes you might not be afraid to try, ask artists what brushes they use! I have been using the 6B pencil brush on procreate because I was curious and asked somebody what kind of brush they used and I have been having fun using it a lot lately compared to my usual brush (a slightlyy modified flat brush, which I still love to use)

Don’t trace obviously but definitely try to find art you look up to and go “Man I want my art to look like that!” That’s helped me a LOT with motivation

Which is a good Segway to my most important feedback I can probably give: DONT LOOSE PUSH YOURSELF!! DON’T LOOSE THAT MOTIVATION FOR WHAT YOU LOVE!! Art is meant to have fun and improve and although there’s sometimes hard times when doodling don’t be afraid of working in a drawing for so long and it not tiring out right, HAVE FUN!! I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d push myself to draw every day just so I can improve and then I’d never improve because I was just pushing myself instead of having fun with it, don’t burn yourself out!! Art block is normal but hating yourself for your art should not be the overall end result!

HAVE FUN

Progress takes TIME, practice hard and please for the love of god USE REFERENCE PHOTOS (I don’t and I hate that I don’t) if you can’t find a specific pose, MAKE YOUR OWN REF PHOTO PLEASE, I know it might seem silly but it helps SO MUCH genuinely!!

Overall draw what you love, and don’t draw for likes or views or anything, draw for yourself and do what art is meant to be: FUN AND THERAPEUTIC FOR YOURSELF TO LOVE AND ENJOY!!

Sharing it with others is a bonus but your art should always be for you! ❤️

Anyways sorry for the essay jdjdjdjd I hope something in here might have helped ❤️🌹

[hauntedwizardmoment]

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PLEASE I LOVE ALL YOUR WORK SO MUCH ANYTHING YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT

HI i'm sorry this took forever but i needed to figure out what i wanted to talk about and i think im gonna expand on peregrine and jace's + porter and ghorza's whole deal in it's a three-way call and he knows nothing

my initial concept for this fic was just straight-up the one day where we did a ton of posting about starbreaker cheating on their partners with each other, and then the image of jace having an absent husband who he cheats on sprung forth fully-formed like athena from zeus' forehead.

i needed to pick somebody to be his absent husband and figure out why they were absent. i landed on an OC from blood and turpentine for his husband (peregrine is kind of my go-to Guy To Get Mad At because i made him up specifically to suck and be jace's shitty ex, so in this timeline he is jace's shitty husband). and the concept of "jace gave up an adventuring career for his relationship" because thats the kind of thing that happens a lot irl (happened to my friend who got married right out of high school actually!!) and it's smth that would definitely build a lot of resentment for my version of pre-shatterstar jace who really values his autonomy and self-determination

i also wanted to get across the feeling of "there was once a LOT of love here, but it's gone now" so i tried to figure out what were some qualities that would make jace fall in love with someone, then find ways that those qualities would evolve into something repulsive. i landed on protective and doting (he likes feeling desired! he likes feeling like someone has his back!) and turned those into patronizing and cloying (now his freedom is being restricted and he's being treated like some little purse dog).

i think something that jace really struggles with in his relationship is feeling excluded from peregrine's life; he's an adventurer, he's out on the road all the time, he's not allowed to share details of his missions with jace due to [handwavey council of chosen rules], he can't even text jace from his work phone because that's for Business Only. jace's main motivation for his affair is feeling seen and held by someone, and being part of something bigger than himself. it's why he wanted to adventure full-time after graduating, and it's why in this timeline you see him still getting set up to be part of porter's plan.

peregrine is a good fighter, he's very protective of his whole party, but he's fundamentally a very scared and insecure person. the idea of losing jace terrifies him so much that he begs him to quit his job and retire to elmville/play housewife forever. he's scared that his relationship will fall apart if he doesn't provide, so he takes any mission the council sends his way. he worries that jace will get hurt while working at aguefort so he gets him magic items (a ring and cloak of protection) and doesnt want to see him working at aguefort (he graduated from there, he knows the school's reputation). he views all of these as his noble sacrifices. and when jace doesn't show him enough appreciation for making said sacrifices, or god forbid implies that he's unsatisfied, he gets upset and throws them in his face (his job pays for the house), minimizes jace's own work (says jace 'plays around' with spell components, as if they arent part of his Literal Job as a sorcery teacher), and is generally a HUGE dick about it.

re. ghorza, she's actually a PC from a campaign i was in, played by one of my irl friends lia who has let me talk her ear off about toxic yaoi as of late. the way lia played her was as a very buff viking barbarian who is also into philosophy and poetry and has a Sensitive Side, and eventually she abandons her initial goal of conquest to help liberate the kingdom our PCs were saving. i didn't get into her and porter's relationship a ton because this fic was very jace-centric BUT i do picture her and porter as having an open relationship. she knows about jace and has been angling for a threesome, but porter correctly identified that jace would freak out at the whole "i have a wife" thing so he lies to jace about that. what she truly doesn't know about is the groundwork for porter's plan, because porter doesn't want someone equally matched with him in strength as a minion, he wants someone easier to push around, and jace fits the bill.

[starter-library]

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS LYRIC STARTERS feel free to change phrasing/pronouns as you see fit

“Musicals tell the impossible (impossible) They evoke the philosophical”

“Should we kill him?”

“What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

“The apotheosis is upon us”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“You gotta believe in something, [name], you piece of shit”

“[Name] you piece of shit”

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roof and mountain tops”

“Yesterday is retroactive Got myself a new perspective”

“What the fuck was that?”

“I may not have a home but that's way okay”

“The world is my house, The dogs are my food”

“Uh, what's going on here?! I'm very confused and concerned by all this”

“Do you wanna save the planet?”

“What do you want, [name]? Tell me what you desire to see”

“So, what do you want, Paul? What's that one concrete goal that motivates all your actions?”

“I don't know, I want what anyone wants? Money, a partner? Kids, someday, maybe?”

“A man so vague just can't be trusted”

“D'you know what I want for myself? I've waited for so long to tell somebody else.”

“You're my muse, my source of light”

“[name] my love. I want you to choke me out at night”

“I want you to choke me while I jerk off”

“I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want anything?”

“Get your cup of roasted coffee”

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee”

“You better empty out all of them pockets but don't empty out all of them pockets”

“Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived”

“Do the things I say, I'm a cop”

“Put in your mouth and suck it!”

“Oh, [name], please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby!”

“God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once and free”

“You tied up my heart, You tied me down”

“Now break me open with your love and mercy”

“[name], baby! Apple of my eye! Don't you trust me?”

“I've effed up, [name], effed up with you”

“Will you ever forgive me? I'll crawl on my hands and knees”

“Oh fuck, I'm fading fast, I think you better come quick”

“I really don't wanna die alone in here. Time to say our goodbyes at the end of the road”

“This body's not gonna last, the air is cold and thick”

“You brought me back from the dead, [name]!”

“The time for chaos is long past overdue”

“Death isn't optional in fact it’s optimal”

“Join us and die”

“We're gonna kick your ass and then we're gonna Fucking kick your ass”

“I'm not your girl anymore”

“You left me out of your sight for one second and look what happens, nightmare time”

“No matter what you believe The apple's fallen far from the tree”

“It's not my fault anymore”

“Did you know that I wanted to live with you?

“Why does it hurt to love you? Why am I in pain?”

“If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there?”

“A show stoppin' number is something you die for”

“This song's pretty good, huh? I bet you didn't know I was also a composer”

“I've also been writing my own musical…Do you mind if I give you the pitch?”

“But those glory days, they're gone for good…Or are they?”

“Business calls, I'm up to my ass in shit. What is this business?”

“Last weekend feels like ages ago”

“I can't wait to get home to my boys”

“Come on, [name] We've got some catching up to do”

“There's only room for right and wrong”

“You can't run”

“You're staring down the gun 'Cause you're easily disposed”

“Did you hear the word?”

“Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?”

“There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through”

“Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams!”

“I’ve never been happy wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Is my integrity worth anything at all?”

“Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been”

“What if I told you I made it and this is the life that I chose?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Don't you want to see me happy? Is it so tragically wrong?”

“We must go on with the show it's inevitable”

“I found my calling you can do the same now”

[weidli]

liveblog to von affen und menschen under the cut cause it got long

off to a good start i like the atmosphere

auch wieder mal musikalisch fun which is good cause that's what makes me like züri brännt so much i think

fucking love sunglasses isabelle impeccable

obsessed

theyre doing menschenrechte for menschenaffe als thema and they can't even bring up the basel initiative come onnnnn liegt doch auf der hand

when will they let ME take a nap in peace in the zoo zürich smh

oh isabelle reacts FAST

wo isch d'tessa??? Im Nebel. Mit Gorillas. häääää????

oh i've seen this woman before i just know it

WAS FREYA IN DER LETZTE SCHREY I FUCKING WIN

now i need to go back to that one i love weimar episodes and i love watching actors speak high german when i know they're swiss

we're doing IMPERSONATION i love that for her

tessa das ist jetzt aber nicht sehr vorsichtig

wohnung suspiciously broken into and fucked up and she doesn't even check every room PLEASE. A BIT OF CAUTION

ehrlich gesagt aber auch very funny wie sie einfach gerade aussen telefoniert und nix mitkriegt und der typ da Ach nei jetzt chann i sie nid umbringe blöde jugend und ihri handys immer. awwwwkward

JUST GENERALLY A LOT OF THIS IS REALLY FUNNY ACTUALLY

staring at the mirror having killed her twin sister (notwehr ?) and pretended it was suicide unaware that she is now impersonating the person who committed a whole NOTHER tötungsdelikt possibly a mord: es isch VORBEI . dU dumme sau. yeah pal not sure this one's gonna end well

BAHNHOF ZÜRI TIMES YEEAAAAHHHH

goodness let them sleep

jsjsjsj love all the mirror talking going on this episode . you know this DOES kind of feel like it could've been a weimar plotwise. this is great i mean that as a compliment

auch maximal chaos gerade die hälfte schlaft ein die andere hälfte hat kein plan um was es gerade geht

love tessa throwing tissue ball at noah and him looking very proud when he manages to duck. no one takes that man seriously in here

ach ja die schon oft angedeutete bundesgerichtsstelle für d wegenast

isabelle is so goddamn cute sometimes

immer noch kein plan was der eine kerl eigentlich vor hat aber ok guess we're infiltrating the krankenhaus

the simultaneous wordless sunglassed sighing. i'm in love with this episode

HELP

oh right i forgot about the very first dead guy

somebody please let them sleep

AND THEYRE STILL SHORT ONE they haven't found nicole yet

kdhsj poor isabelle

okay i want to hear about the background child dressed as a cowboy with an arrow in his arm. tell me more

noah just sitting there while isabelle and tessa Construct Theories. i suspect no one's told him anything

this is PROPER iasip conspiracy board shenanigans

tessaaaaaa stop calling it mord if you don't know that it's mord and in fact have no clue what the motive was that's my personal pet peeve >.<

NOW we've got the full set of leichen

at least so far

isabelle taking out her gun to stand there dramatically and aesthetically and tessa's just like Cmon really ???

i love isabelle's euphemisms for kicked the bucket. still adore the time in schoggiläbe at the hotel where they were like oh should we leave a message and she was like No need. Er ist ... schon abgereist. "hat sich Ihrer Haft entzogen" ist nearly as neat

huge fan of charlie and the affen

DU SCHLÄFST? OHNE MICH??

tessa has a sister? noted

so much is happening and there's half an hour left

aaaaand they're lost in the woods

oh right that fuckin other guy we still know nothing about

and NOW isabelles in a garbage can. and tessas shaving a dead chimp

god bless milan truly

isabelle you're slowly losing marbles go get some SLEEP woman

oh but there is some FASCINATING characterization going on at the intersection of isabelle digging the diamond out of garbage bags and climbing into the garbage to do it so she can give something to milan and have something for herself (No one's ever given me anything). and then have tessa list out the lauf der dinge all lead by greed and isabelle says not all of us have a chance at inheriting millions and tessa says what does that have to do with this. the rich kill for greed too just more elegantly and isabelle says you mean they don't get their own hands dirty. nibbling on her gently

MORE hbf

tessas subtle hoodie and sunglasses look very funny to me personally

oh tessa charlie needs you :(

wegenast with the schüfeli funniest fucking thing

i am so much fonder of her after this than i was actually. also the triumvirate momence was real good

Yeah that was a good one :)

[tiny-wren]

short quimm thingy. my take on the bakeria reunion

first time sharing my writing here so hi, hello, take a look pls and ty

He hadn’t seen her in years.

Timm could tell who it was the moment he heard the click of heels across the floor. Redhead. Tall, poised, dressed smart and stylish in a deep purple; a fitted suit streamlined with thin black stripes and stiff shoulder pads. She dressed in a way that commanded respect. She was hot shit and she knew it. 

“Oh! I didn’t know you were…working here.” Quinn looked him up and down with scrutiny and disbelief, her words genuine. 

“Yeah, I—Well, y’know…” Timm trailed off. He’ll admit—it’s humiliating. Her seeing him like this, working here. If there was anything he hated more than law, it was a bruised ego. It’s not to say he disliked baking. No, no, pies are fine. It’s the fact that he used to be revered: working with her, side by side, as Tacodale’s finest lawyers. Sure, he hated the work, but at least he was somebody. Now the dancing career’s fallen through and…well. Here he is, face-to-face with the person he owes most of that success to. 

“It’s been a while.” She smiled, polite, sheepish even, and pushed up her glasses, though there's a bit of tension behind her words. She can't deny that her heart fluttered a bit upon seeing his face again. What? God, Quinn, get it together. There’s no time for that.

“Look,” he glanced around behind her, assuring their privacy. Timm leaned against the counter. “You don’t gotta play nice.” Quinn’s smile dropped, her face flush.

Timm scoffed. “I thought you were done with me. I mean, I saw your little rebrand. Classy.” There was a snark to his voice, but really, it’s all he could do to mask the embarrassment. He turned away and tried to preoccupy himself, rearranging all of the syrups and whipped cream, even though they didn’t need rearranging.

The billboard? The rename? What else was she supposed to do? Pretend everything was okay, that he was still around? That's what she wanted to say. She sighs. “Please. You’re one to talk.”

Timm turned back around and stared at her. The pair stood across from each other, eye to eye in a moment of silence that seemed like hours. He could tell in the way she held her shoulders tensed and tight that she couldn’t bear standing still for long, that she was considering running out that door. Neither of them liked standing still for too long. They were both always running out of time. It’s one thing they still shared.

Quinn huffed and put her hands up. Surrender. “I don’t want to fight with you. Please. Look. I’m obligated to come here, once a week, for a little while. Papa needs me to keep an eye on this place,” she brushed her shoulder with a hand, smoothing down the wrinkles of her blazer. “Don’t know why he wants me to babysit it this much,” she grumbled. “He didn’t say you’d be here.” Timm wonders if Papa doesn’t exactly trust him. This makes him bristle, just a bit: the thought that Quinn of all people had to hold him accountable. Now? After all these years? Come on, he knew, didn’t he? Of course he knew—Louie’s always got some ulterior motive. Damnit. 

“So, yes, I think we do have to play nice.” She fidgets with her pocket watch. “Lest we lose our jobs…”

Timm smirks and scoffs, though a little playful this time. “Right. Okay.” He stood up straight and pulled out a pen and tablet of paper. “So, what can I get ya?”

[fictionkinfessions]

[《 Fandom(s) this post is about : «“Persona ５”» (kinda I guess?) ｜ «“General”» 》]

[ Type of post : motivational message..?? + reply at the end ]

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♤ – « “Yahoo!! Amamiya Ren / Kurusu Akira here to give a little message for EVERYONE!!” »

✪ – « “If you feel as though you shouldn't talk to other people from your source due to feelings of shame, guilt, or anything like that, try to think what you would think about someone from your source coming up to you to talk!” »

✸ – « “Would you feel neutral about it? Would you not mind? Would you be ecstatic? If it's anything like this, then why wouldn't other people think about YOU coming up to THEM that way aswell??” »

々– « “Worry not, I'm sure that even if you did awful stuff in source, they'll appreciate something coming from you. Although.. if this is true.. maybe like.. a little apology for everything could be nice before anything? I think that might be a good headstart, and after that, that's WHEN you try to talk to them if they're okay with it!” »

❀ – « “That being said.. pls don't be sad if they do NOT want anything to do with you, people have boundaries, and that's okay, I'm sure you wouldn't really want certain people from your source trying to talk to you after everything they did to you or other people, even with a much needed apology, so don't feel sad if that's the case, some people WILL l want to talk to you, others simply won't.” »

♧ – « “That's something you will (very sadly) need to accept if what you're afraid of is not being accepted or loved by all.” »

❅ – « “I heard a saying once, ‘even if you were the best strawberry of all, there will still be people that dislike them’. Moral of the story? It's fine if some people don't like you nor want you around, you're still the bestest strawberry of them all!!11!1!1” »

✧ – « “So don't think ‘oh, but what if they hate me ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡’, instead, do your best to keep your head straight and look ahead until it's the ONLY (maybe not exactly like that but have healthy optimism) thing you'll be able to do!! (oh, but remember to sometimes look behind, too, you don't want to entirely forget that part 😕)” »

✮ – « “sin miedo al exito amikos!! (Translation from Spanish to English: do not fear success, friends!!)” »

❂ – « “And hey, if you're still afraid of talking to others even after trying your best? That's fine, do things at your own pace, don't get out of your comfort zone entirely if you don't feel ready, and don't be too harsh on yourself if you can't!!” »

♡ – « “Lots of love, from — #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮ !!” »

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[ Side notes : ]

(《 ✮«“Ren Amamiya”» ✮ ｜❂ « Akira Kurusu » ❂｜♤ «“Joker”» fictive + fictionkin♧》)

(I have cursed myself with decorations :3)

(hits everyone who is reading this with a super strong «“love yourself”» spell!!)

(if I was somebody else reading this I'd mentally cry ngl)

( Psst psst.. to the Akechi that made that post saying they felt like a coward due to not talking to sourcemates.. [ a.k.a the one that made this post :

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/758442583462658048/i-feel-as-if-im-a-coward-for-not-allowing-myself?source=share ] )

(You are NOT a coward for not doing so!! It's fine to feel this way, but please don't believe everyone on sight will hate you just for existing, because I don't, and I believe that there's MANYYY people out there apart from me that would LOVE to speak with you!! Take care, XOXO!!!!)

[ Post number : 9 ]

(DID I FORGET TO NUMBER THE LAST POST?? the one about Sumi.. oh GOD.. if it's not the custom tag it's something else 💔)

(I ALMOST FORGOT TO PUT MY NAME IN??? 😭)

(Morgana.. mona mona.. where r you.. I'm recognizing I forget everything without you..)

(sorry for complaining in the side notes I WILL do it again actually)

x

[gittetj]

Hey Gitte, hope your work and chapter 22 aren't beating you up too bad. I've had this question for a while but haven't really thought I could just ask you this until now - that is, what role did Shimazaki have before he was axed from the story? Or is it still difficult to say because it would spoil the upcoming plot?

Btw, one of my readers asked me to tell you how much she loves your fic, so I'm laying out her comment on ch 21 here:

"God I didn't even think a new chapter would come out so soon, even if I've been checking 2-3 times a day… This fic never fails to pour an avalanche of emotions all over me (though mostly it's anxiety). (…) It's not always obvious what's going on and you can never tell whether Shou should trust somebody or not. All the details in this fic are written so extraordinarily well along with Shou's emotions! I can barely wait for another chapter whenever a new one comes out! I wonder if Shou somehow sensed his father's aura or understood what was happening? Huge thanks to the author and the translator! I love your characters and your work! ❤"

Big thanks in advance ( ノ＿ ＿)ノ

Hello! Life continues to kick my ass, I'm afraid. Chapter 22 does too, but mostly, it's life. Every time I think this horrible rollercoaster is done, I get 2 good days and then it takes me for another miserable ride.

I have a little writing group with some of my friends where we help each other with whatever we're working on, and I wanted to hand them my, like, fucking 4th re-draft of the ending of chapter 22 on Friday, but I don't have any confidence I'll make it. Root for me, I guess? That's all any of us can do.

I'm sorry, I can't say anything more about Shimazaki than I did in some other post that it sounds like you already read. As I wrote then, I axed Shimazaki and then the big plot development he was supposed to initiate was passed on to Iida, which I promise is 1000 times more interesting than what was there before.

I honestly never know how to react to people saying nice things to me, but thank you for translating that comment. Warms my tired old heart. Please tell them I appreciate it so much, and that it's really motivating to know there's people looking forward to more of the thing I'm working on

[jemtokall]

Out of the blue question but what are your hopes for khml?

Hi Blazernot!

I'm on my hands and knees I hope it releases before 2024. BUT I do have a wish list and some of these things contradict each other but here we go

Wishes for Blaine:

Him to be the one to give out quests/information to Player.

To be the 'Ephemera' of the series, in the way that he's Player's best friend and they go through some pain and turmoil together.

For Blaine to realize that Player(ML) is Player(UX).

And/or Player tells them that, but Blaine dosn't believe them (despite all of Player's evidence/memories). It'd be funny for Blaine to be oblivious like that.

For Blaine to talk about mundane things he did in Daybreak Town (Blaine lore plsssss). What was his life like before becoming a Dandelion Leader? Before he had a keyblade? What was his favorite food? Favorite memory? How'd he get his hat? What happened to parents in Daybreak?

Confirmation whether he's Eraqus's grandpa or not. We have hints that he is, but nothing confirmed yet. I'll accept whatever canon there is but I want them to be related so bad (and if they're not related then theres a chance we'll see more Blaine in the future? Maybe?)

I want Blaine fall to darkness!!

I want Blaine to fall to light!!!

I want Blaine to make a new friend group.

And if he is Eraqus's grandpa, I want to see his family.

I want him to smile... he looks so frowny in the trailer.

I want Blaine to make more spirits.

Plot/Story wise:

Secret reports! I want reports from Ephemera while he was building the city and his experience being the sole survivor. I'd love to see secret reports from other characters too like Sigurd, MoM, Luxu.

Dream sequence of Player talking with Ephemera. PLAYEPH IS SO REAL TO ME YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD

I want to know more about Sigurd and his story/motivation (please don't let him be Luxu (oh god I want him to be Luxu)).

A shoutout to the khux kids/dream eaters somehow. Maybe a mysterious verse graffiti'd on the wall.

I want to see who has Master's Defender!!!

I want khml to challenge the 'let our children fight' mindset and have adult characters part of the fight.

DEMYX'S SOMEBODY!!!!

More new keyblades!

The chances of this are slim but... Final Fantasy characters... Specifically FF13. I want Lightning so bad.

I need the fountain with Ephemera to be our home location like the fountain in khux :')

Anything related to Daybreak. Photo's, stories, artifacts.

And I think that's all I have right now! I'd love to hear what kind of things you're hoping for too! 👀

[thedivinetarot-2]

Hello! ❤️ If you're still accepting requests for match-ups, I'd love one, please.

Both SFW and NSFW (if that's okay)

Physical traits: I have very light blonde hair (not white/platinum but close) I have green eyes and I am 5 foot 4 inches tall. I have a curvy/bigger body type. I think it would be considered a pear shape?

Positive traits:

I am very reliable (although this may stem from my inability to say no) I am always willing to offer up help in any way that I can to others.

I am incredibly loyal, especially to my family and friends (who I consider family) I often don't stand up for myself, but I will rain down hell on those that hurt the ones I love and care about.

I can be very creative/inventive, I often notice things that others don't and love coming up with new solutions to problems.

Negative traits:

I can be secretive, and I hold everything in. If I have a problem or something bothers me, I usually just keep everything in, don't talk about it and hope that forgetting will make it go away.

I often lack motivation and self-esteem. I battle depression every single day, and most days it kicks my ass. When it's really bad, I don't eat, don't sleep and can't talk. I am basically unable to do anything that I need to do.

I can be easily jealous. This mostly surrounds relationships (friendly or romantic) mostly just because I worry that I'm not worthy of their time or a place in their lives.

Hobbies: Researching things? Dunno if that's a hobby tho, but if I find something of interest I will research it endlessly. My friends have referred to me as an "encyclopedia of useless knowledge". I love music and can play a handful of instruments. I love playing trivia, word and puzzle games... anything that really makes you think. Reading! I love to read and have beta read for friends and acquaintances and I have arc read for writers from tiktok.

Likes: reading, the night sky, candles, bats, plants, tea, chocolate, autumn, music, rainy days, crows, and the colors gray and white.

Dislikes: winter, snow, spiders, lots of people/crowds, sports, sleeping/being tired, scary things/horror, surprises, lasagna, and rude people.

MBTI & Zodiac: INTJ-T and Scorpio (Nov)

Love language(s): Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation

Thank you @namine-somebodies-nobody for the request ❤.

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Your match is....

Isaac Newton

Pre-Relationship (N/SFW-ish)

Well, This relationship is mainly featured by trust and mutual understanding.

But first and at first there was nothing to be so alluring towards Isaac. You both had a very casual encounter where you both exchanged names and other mundane things to know about the person. Isaac needs time to open up and so do you.

Staying at the mansion you started to open up for all the suitors mentioning all the knowledge you have and almost all of them admired how much you know especially our scientist Isaac. He was engaging in almost every topic you know because God he was so thirsty for a smart woman like you. But, he never had the courage to tell you how much he admired you for real. So, both of you agreed to be friends because why not? You both shared almost everything and you know what this struck Isaac like a thunder.

One evening at the library where you used to sit and read in silence Isaac opened the door and he found you there. Nothing in particular was wrong or weird but he asked you if you want to drink a cup of coffee with him or not. So, you said yes because why not?. As the coffee arrived to the library you and Isaac sit on the chairs close to each other and a book was in front of you. Isaac looked at you and said "You know what I think the author wanted the reader to look at a deeper meaning". "Yes I think so, I mean the main characters delivered the idea pretty well" you answered. And then the ideas where coming like a fountain and both of you where discussing each one with so much excitement and passion. Your eyes where gleaming in the romantic light of the library and Physics professor got a bit excited because of it. So he never left his seat whereas you stand and took a lazy steps while talking not realizing that he got in fact excited. His face flushed and he bit his lower lip in frustration and he no longer responded to you. "Is something wrong Isaac?" You asked. Leaning forward your golden hair flow softly around your waist. Isaac looked with a flushed face and then said " N-nothing but can you please bring me a cup of water? I feel feverish" he said. You nodded and headed to the kitchen to bring him a cup of water and when you returned to the library Isaac wasn't there. The library was empty and almost everything was like you were alone except for a two empty cup of coffee at the table. "What's wrong?" You said to yourself, "maybe he went to the restroom" another voice in your head replied. "Should I wait for him?" Another voice said, "A little I guess" another voice replied. You sit there waiting for him until you remembered your book so you returned to it forgetting about Isaac. Several hours later after you fell asleep on the couch you felt someone covering you up with a blanket and when you opened your eyes it was Le Comte. You woke up next morning and folded the blanket to go get ready in your room.

The following week nothing really happened you spend more time with Isaac and other residents.

Listen to thunder by Lana Del Rey while reading this.

Confession (SFW)

The month passed and Le Comte invited you to his room so you can discuss your situation matter. You knocked the door of his room "Come in" he said. You entered the room with two cups of tea placed on a tray and then you sit in front of Le Comte. "I invited you today to discuss your stay here ma cherie. Have you decided whether you want to leave or stay yet?" He asked. "Will I think it was lovely to stay here Le Comte but I might think that I should leave" you answered. "Well then I can't convince you to stay here ma cherie it is your decision after all" he said. "You are right Le Comte" you said lowering your head " but I might say that I will miss my life here" you said pouting. " Think wisely and if you needed any help" he said while taking a sip from his cup "tell me" he said. You nodded your head " I appreciate your generosity so much" you said.

The following day almost all the mansion's residents knew that you might leave by the end of the moon, including Isaac.

That day you received a letter from Isaac delivered by Sebastian.

" Dear Namine...

I was so sad that we had to depart after we became close friends to each other. The thing is I cannot change your mind but I can invite you to spend a night with me where we go to stargaze together.

Please don't decline my offer because this is the last chance for both of us to spend time together.

Your loving servant...

Isaac"

You closed the letter and thought to yourself about how good was your relationship with Isaac. He was really a good and comforting friend which was to some point the warmth you never felt in your life.

At night Isaac knocked on your bedroom door and asked you if you were ready or not and you answered that you are. Putting the last touches on your outfit.

You opened the door with a sweet smile on your face. Isaac smiled back at you and held your hand. "Let's go" he said. After walking for like 5 minutes you managed to see a cute picnic blanket on the grass and Isaac's telescope was there too beside the blanket.

You looked around amazed of what you saw then you looked back at Isaac "Wow that's wonderful" you said. "It was only for you" he said. You looked into his eyes and then away. "You don't have to do all of this" you said lowering your head. " No I should've done more for you Namine because what inside my heart is beyond admiration" he said. You looked back at his eyes and said "Thanks I'm really sad because we have to". Isaac looked at you and said " There's something I have to tell you". "What is it Isaac?" You said. "We are friends right? I admire our friendship so much Namine but you're more than that to me" he said. " There is nothing like you and it would be nothing too. You're smart and wonderful just the way you're and I would never trade you for anything in this world at all" he continued. "But alas you had to leave while something inside me growing bigger and bigger each day for you and I was too shy to say. I had to admit long time ago that you have bewitched me body and soul Namine and I love you" he said. His confession made your head spin and you almost fainted but he captivated you and lay you down. "What were you thinking of?" You asked. "I don't know I just wanted you to know because Leonardo told me to not keep this secret in my heart and I cannot bear the fact that you'd be gone soon" he answered. "Isaac" you said. " I think I love you too" you said confessing for him. He took your lips with his, kissing you slowly. Such a poetic evening for both of you.

Relationship headcanon (SFW)

Isaac is a very peaceful lover. Everything with him is just calm and peaceful.

The fact that he asked Le Comte to bring you both a gramophone so you can slow dance whenever you feel stressed or sad.

At first he might be shy and awkward but looking at the way your relationship started it will warm up eventually.

He is so sweet he will try to make you sandwiches and remind you to take breaks and relax because you shouldn't take life seriously.

But on the other hand he is a workaholic too so please remind him to take some rest and relax.

He love your hands and fingers. He loves to hold your hand because he feels at peace and loved after all that loneliness.

He loves how you cup his cheeks and hug him so he could calm down whenever he feel anxious.

Both of you stargazed a lot together. And he really do enjoy explaining the science behind the stars and astronomy too.

Whenever you feel busy or you need help he will jump and go with you so he can help you and protect you at the same time.

He is such a "cover mistakes with a concealer" type of person. I mean that with my whole mind.

If any of you misunderstood each other he won't really try to fix the problem. He either tend to ignore or run away from them.

But he won't let you go to sleep angry or unsatisfied. No, he will learn how to face them as a grown up adult.

He would really appreciate your loyalty above all and because he is loyal too.

Relationship headcanon(NSFW)

"Come on take a walk on the wild side and let me fuck you hard in the pouring rain".

This is literally him in a relationship. I can say no more.

So, at first he was shy towards the thing especially after the first two times.

He doubt himself like A LOT. And poor boy don't really know how to satisfy you.

He is not that knowledgeable with sex and intimate stuff BUT he will seek your pleased and opinion above all.

He might ask for advice from the mansion's Daddys Leonardo and Comte.

But let's get real here I'm trying to write smut after all.

He is so thick. He lust after you like crazy.

He is just as horney as Arthur when he is in love ugh Arthur was never in love.

Whenever he have to travel to another country to lecture his researches he would probably take your underwear with him so can remember your smell.

He would be eager for you and when he come you he have to immediately make love to you so you can know how much he loves you.

You're so pretty when you wear red. He loves red and black lingerie on you.

He is really into giving you oral sex. Also I can see that he is so into putting you in the right mood.

When it comes to being intimate with you he will always make your comfort his number one priority.

Key work is MOOD. He would never manipulate you into doing it when you're not in the mood. He would like it more when you feel like doing it with him.

Possible conflicts:

As I mentioned before there's two point you two have to deal with. The first one is Isaac's attitude towards problems. He either run away from them or just ignore them. So you have to really talk to him so you don't have to fell into the misunderstanding trap.

Another thing is that Isaac is a literal workaholic and anxious most of the time. So you really need to find the key balance between work and your love life.

Other match:

Le Comte De Saint Germain

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Note:

Hey guys I'm M and I'm really sorry for being late with this. And I do really appreciate your patience.

I hope you loved my match up. And write me in the comments if you liked it or...

Love you all

M🤎

[tohokuu]

rant - mentions of death and suicide and blah blah blah

i feel like i only come on here to fucking rant lmfao

but hey ! at least it’s being put down somewhere and not shoved inside so then i can let it all out when things get too much and have a nervous breakdown LNFOAJF

i need therapy

like genuinely i need to get help !!

but help does not exist !

western therapy does not work on eastern minds ! and ykw- it’s fucking true. therapy doesn’t fucking work for some reason. that’s a beef reference

i just finished beef btw. great show. binge watched it and ignored all of my missing work… ahaha…

i miss when i was motivated my first semester of college and used to have the mentality.

“hey, if you get it all done now, you won’t have to feel guilty about procrastinating ! and then you’ll actually enjoy doing other fun things !” fuck.

so i lost 3 of my closest friends, so i’ve got nobody to text ya know ? but like we never really texted like that anyway but these were my go to friends yk ? the ones i always hung out with but they’re no longer here so now i’m lonely asf w nothing to do and i’m like …. heehee

just hanging there looking like a fucking L

like i’m a fucking loser LMFAO

i’m a loser

i bring nothing to the fucking table

i’m failing my classes bc i don’t understand anything anymore

i cant fucking write

idk how to fucking write

i don’t have friends

i’m fucking ugly

i actually serious hate everyone

my reputation is actually a lot worse than i had assumed btw ??? like … apparently there’s rumours abt me saying “she likes to ruin relationships for fun” and how “the things ppl hear abt me are unbelievable”

like is this fucking highschool ??? why are you focused on spreading rumors abt me instead of trying to fucking graduate college you stupid piece of fucking shit ???

and then this dickhead today i was talking to 😀 i tell this mf i need a job and ask if his place is hiring

he says “start an onlyfans” are you kidding. that’s so rude, inappropriate and disrespectful.

he knows i’m somebody that believes in God and i’m religious LMFAO ik i literally write porn on here for leisure but like … cmon 😀 seriously ? and this is a guy i barely know and ykw, everything in me was like “they’re all the same. they’re all the fucking same.”

and rn my sister just knocked on the bathroom door tryna fucking irritate me bc she can’t find my fucking gua sha like bitch you didn’t fucking ask to use it and no i don’t know where the fuck it is god leave me alone please

and then my mom keeps annoying me about coming down and grinding the chicken bc i was supposed to make dumplings today and freeze them but i’m fucking tired and it’s 10 pm and i’m not grinding chicken and then cooking it and making wontons. no. no. no. no.

i just want it to all stop. i just wanna breathe without my mind thinking a million fucking things at once. i feel like i can’t breathe without inhaling problems. i just wanna crawl into a fucking hole and fucking die. i literally want it all to stop. i don’t wanna actually die but i want to be happy please this week was shit. it was shit. i feel like shit. i just want it to stop. please.

[ebbarights]

alright so people won't be annoyed at me liveblogging a three day old episode with thoughts they have already seen a million times i will compile all my thoughts into one post so you can just skip this

SHIV PREGANTE??? i was 80 percent sure this was happening but i'm still fucking surprised just like with logan's death

the intro sounds soo fucky. like i thought there was something wrong with my speakers but this happening right after logan's death I LOVE IT

hiam abbass in intro we love to see it

i feel like i do have to add (since no one will read this anyway) that the reason it has taken this long for me to watch it is that i really really think watching succession is bad for me. like it kind of counts as self-harming behaviour i think. but yesterday i went on a long walk that really helped and now i feel more equipped for the episode. let's see if it undoes all the progress!!

MARCIAAAAAAAAAA MY LONGEST YEAH BOI EVER

this really is the season of hugs

'i'm sure it'll crush me eventually' 'pre-grieved' relatable repression king

my one wish for when the show is over is that someone makes a greg-less cut. just remove all of the scenes where greg's there

first sympathetic karl moment

the HEAVY swedish accent oskar has i love it

willa absolutely slaying that dress and marcia. queen on queen violence

krank real

'i have been worried that this was gonna happen for ages' real. whenever anything bad happens i have already anticipated it and so my emotions never feel real in the moment? like i've practiced them already so often that it's hard to feel something u know

kind of weird to say and probably gonna bite me in the ass later but it really seems like kendall is the most well-adjusted of all of them

'he's a bit racist' interesting use of present tense there roman. sure you've pre-grieved enough

kendall's second name is logan officially confirmed huh

frank openly laughing at greg i loooove it roman fully saying he hates him i am so here for this

is it real motif showing up yet again

i actually can't bear this frank kendall dialogue

did frank say 'he left you' or did he say 'he loved you'

roman just immediately leaving when tom shows up. same

i never would've guessed that shiv would blame herself. honey being on the plane didn't kill him. but it makes so much sense that she feels left behind and alone

i still want to know about how shiv and tom met and what that difficult time was

like i fully believe tom loves shiv and that he means what he says when he tries to comfort her. but with the background of his one ally being dead there's just no way that shiv can believe a word he says, and it's gotta be at least one motivating factor for him

DOG WITHOUT IT'S PERSON roman take a look at that mirror and see what you might find in there

clogged toilet -> bodily fluids motif really all the motifs making a comeback this episode

why is shiv like half a head taller than roman her heels aren't that high

STEWYYYYYYYYYYY

KERRYYYYYYYYYYYY

greg stop talking about being distasteful you fully asked for a job while logan was in a coma

i love roman being nice to kerry maybe i'm naive but i can't see an ulterior motive for that? unless he wants to be like logan oh my god please don't please no

romtom real (also i just accidentally typed rimtom. accidentally? guess we'll never know)

stewy lore his dad is 95 and is 'normal' enough to just randomly sue his neighbour

KENSTEWY REAL

haunted house motif real

i love willa's mom

roman's joking about growing old sharing a bed with his siblings like charlie and the chocolate factory but i'm serious i want that. in my life. both for them and for me and my friends

roman yet again being the only one who thinks about connor. at all

helping old ladies cross the street somebody kill me

roman admitting he betrayed them just so he can get a shot at ceo. well at least he told them himself?

here's the thing i kind of think kendall's right about shiv not really working but. god emotionally i will kill him for you shiv. cutting her out again?????

'i'm not trying to fuck anyone' ace king

shivshivshivshivshivshiv

GREG I LOATHE HIM

SHIVSHIVSHIVSHIVSHIV

connor's mom?????

jesus kendall. i knew he would do this but jesus.

once again the end titles music is so fucking amazing.