#I CANT FIND HER LAST NAME ANYWHERE

[jedimitsopolis]

and some saw requests from twitter too!!

(here's the post with the little faces if anyone's interested!!)

[thenightwolf51]

"Danny was born a Wayne" AU except he's Bruce's grand uncle. The result of a one time drunken affair, shortly before Kenneth Wayne's death, to a young unmarried woman who gave the baby up for adoption.

(Whether the Fenton's, and therefore Amity, were just ahead of their times or the DC timeline is shifted a bit so that DP happens in its cannon era is up to you. Dealers choice, though now that i know about her i just love badass widowed prohibition leader Laura Elizabeth Wayne)

Danny grows up knowing hes adopted and loved by the Fentons but something (dealer's choice) happens and he loses his family and friends (maybe the whole town goes too?). In an attempt to avoid a Dan situation he flees into the Infinite Realm and doesn't stop.

He just wanders, time passes in its weird Realms way, not that Danny truly notices. A protector spirit thats lossed everything it protected. Its a wonder he doesn't fade and he actually might've if it wasn't for his human side.

But its a tug at his core that brings him from his near catatonic wandering. Gone before he can even understand it but enough to shake him back to himself. Enough to know that hes nowhere near ready to go anywhere familiar so he continues on, his wandering no less pointless but at least he's aware again.

What feels like a relatively short time later he gets another tug, and this time he manages to follow it.

He follows it invisibly through a natural portal that drops him somewhere in New Jersey and all the way to a fancy hospital room in the gloomiest city he's ever seen.

In there he sees his half brother Patrick Wayne, though he wont figure out their connection for a few more years, holding little Agatha. She's adorable in her little dress and pigtails and her sweet face causes that familiar tug he recognizes from what must have been six years ago given the girls age.

Then a nurse comes in and hands a little bundle to what must be the mother (whos name i cant find) and Danny takes one look at the little core tugger who brought him here and just melts. Even without knowing yet that this is his last remaining family, his instincts latch on and he vows to protect and care for the Waynes.

And he does.

He finds his forgetful brother's documents and keeps Aggy company when everyone else is busy and soothes baby Thomas so his poor sister-in-law can get some more sleep. He ices fevers and bruised knees and helps on later games of hide and seek.

He very rarely becomes visible and only to the children. His grief over the Fenton's convinces him its better to protect his new family from the shadows.

Danny explores every inch of the manor, including secret passages and an underground cave system. He claims a forgotten room in the back of the attic as his own, which over the years fill up with knickknacks, heirlooms, and pictures of the family. Even a gift or two from Agatha, who hadn't stopped believing in their shadowy guardian like her brother did when Danny felt they were too old to see him without drawing suspicion.

The manor becomes his haunt and he always knows where each family member is within it. And when any guests have some no good intentions.

And when baby Bruce is born tugging at his core and with the bluest little eyes, he welcomes the fussy little thing. And makes sure dear Martha never knows just how fussy baby Bruce really is, otherwise she might've never had a full nights sleep.

Danny blames himself for not being there when Thomas and Martha die, and promises to never leave Bruces side, practically becoming the boy's living shadow. Watching over him as he gets older, secretly aiding him in his training. Danny feels a bit of pride when Bruce takes some inspiration from the old stories Thomas told him of the shadowy Wayne family protector when creating his Batman identity, glad his nephew still remembers him even if he hasn't shown himself since the now young man was six.

Danny continues to protect and care for the family in a variety of ways over the years even as the family grows.

Lightening Alfred's workload, softening Dick's falls, calming Jason's temper both pre and post pit, hiding Tim's coffee when the boy hasn't slept in far too long, providing plenty of shadows and hiding nooks for Cass, helping Damian hide the litter of kittens he found.

And no one seems to know he's there, except maybe Cass and he's pretty sure Alfred has been know since he first started working for the family. No one knows, that is, until Duke Thomas moves in and lookes right at him watching invisibly from the sidelines.

(@omnicrafts @dcxdpdabbles @hdgnj @ailithnight @nelkcats @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 i dont know, the main point of all this is that Danny's been protecting the Wayne family for decades and no one, except maybe Alfred, knew until Duke moved in)

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

It's the fuck-you-up-music-bracket finals!!!!

Let's find out the true fuck-you-up anthem of tumblr!

Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

You say I took the name in vain/I don’t even know the name/But if I did, well, really, what’s it to ya?/There’s a blaze of light in every word/It doesn’t matter which you’ve heard/The holy or the broken hallelujah

Maybe there's a g-d above/but all I ever learned from love/was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you/And even though it all went wrong/ I'll stand before the lord of song

"The swelling instruments and the song’s loneliness paired with the backup vocals on the chorus really get me. Plus the messy and detached relationship with G-d"

"the hopeless! the doubt! the pain!dude's saying that everything might have gone to shit but that won't stop him from presenting himself to GOD THEMSELF, WITHOUT SHAME, bc LIFE IS HARD AND HE LIVED IT ANYWAYYYYYYY"

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere/Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere/Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose/Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car/Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/ And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder/And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way

"I know it's an obvious one but YOU try playing it without crying I dare you"

"I cant explain the yearning but this makes me howl"

"OH GOD the longing!! The yearning in the recurring central image of the narrator and her lover on the highway, feeling this sense of limitless possibility and incredible hope!!! And then the verses take us with brutal efficiency through the collapse of their marriage, the way that the cycle of poverty stomps down on their hopes, and how with nothing left, the narrator does what her mom did and leaves!! Leaving the kids to experience the same thing she did growing up!! But it’s all punctuated and bookended by these callbacks to that central iconic memory of hope!!!!! But by the end we realize that the last line “leave tonight or live and die this way” offers only the illusion of a choice: when the narrator first runs away and later when she leaves her husband and kids, she’s still fulfilling her role in this cyclical generational story. God!!"

[bambisturns]

warning: this chapter will mention the usuage acid tabs and the use of cocaine, if you aren’t comfortable with the Idea of drug usage… dont read! (Or do idk im not ur mother)

Pt1.

You aren’t sure how you even got to the party. Last thing you remember was taking an acid tab before leaving your home. You think you walked? You seriously cant remember your too high and too far gone to even worry about that. Sitting on the dingy couch of some random ass nerds party. ‘This shit is so lame’ you thought to yourself. “Madi, yo mads where did you say the bathroom was again?” You ask madison while basically pulling her out of some random guys mouth. This girl literally makes out with every guy she sees.

“Uhhh down the hall last door to your left” she mumbles the last bit of her sentence being cut off as she dives back into making out with the strange man. Rolling your eyes you flop your head back. “Fuck it I’ll go find it myself” you say as she waves you off. Your staggering around the home bumping into random people earning some glares and “watch where the fuck your going” comments flipping them off you bump into Matt “Dude are you high or sum shit?” He asks “whaaaatt… pfft no way matthew, dont you know me better than that?!” You lie straight to his face. But yes he does know you and he knows that little knowing smirk of yours.

“Just be careful dude. But yo have you seen Nick? I cant find him like anywhere.” He continues trying to talk to you but your urge to piss hits you like a brick wall “Yo Matt I’m not trying to be a bitch but like i have to piss and like yea bye!” You say running down the hall and in luck you find the bathroom. Opening the door and slamming it shut behind you. Locking it because you wont be caught lacking. “Ahhh sweet sweet relief” you mutter to yourself freeing yourself of the piss you’ve been holding for 2 maybe 3 hours at this point.

Walking out the bathroom you hear a loud sniffle followed by a low groan ‘what the fuck’ you thought curiosity getting the best of you, you opened the door and see Chris, “oh shit sorry my bad!” You exclaim while slamming the door shut. Turning around to walk off you stop and freeze in place and tilt your head to the side with a questioning look on your face swinging back around you fling the door open and lean against the door frame arms crossed over your chest. Making direct eye contact with Chris. He props his body up straight. Elbow holding his head trying to hide the drug.

“Hmm what drugs you got Christopher?” You ask with an amused look on your face eyebrow cocked up. “Uhhh coke?” He says sounding more like a question. “Mmm” you say looking around to check if the coast is clear before sliding into the room closing and locking the door behind you. “Alright move over pretty boy let momma show you how its done.” You say as you tie your hair up into a quick messy bun plopping down on your knees. He passes over the rolled up dollar bill to you as you snort up the substance not leaving a trace.

Tilting your head back you let out a muffled groan. Losing your balance and falling back and hitting the wall. “Dude what the fuck are you good dawg?” Chris asks helping you sit up straight “yea bro I’m chillin. When the fuck were you a druggie Christopher?” You ask while laughing and looking over at him. He sit back against the wall with you “Bro I’ve told you to stop calling me Christoper, also I like kinda sell them dude” he says looking back over at you. “YOU SELL?!” You yell he’s quick to cover your mouth with his hand “bro shut the fuck up! But yes I sell, my question is when the fuck did you learn to snort up a line that clean?” He asks visibly impressed.

“Cant go telling you all my party secrets now can I christo- chris” you cut yourself off from saying his full name as he shoots a glare over at you. You smirk at him “wanna do another?” You ask “hell yea.” He says as you both dive back in. You let out a content sigh “This shit is better than sex oh my god” you say leaning agains the wall again looking over at him. He lets out a chuckle looking back over at you. There is a silence. Its not uncomfortable its a good silence. Your eyes both roaming over eachother you lean in “I think you might just be my new favorite person.” You say as you move back to your spot. “I think you might be mine too” he responds.

Divider creds @bernardsbendystraws !

a/n: chapter numero uno YAYYY! This shit is gonna be so fucking fun omfg. I can feel it in my clit.

🏷️: @fadedstvrn , @thecrawlys

[rs-hawk]

*cough cough*...i cant help but imagine the duchess making sure everyone gets out during a disaster, only for her to get trapped in the rubble. And the orc is the first to notice the duchess isnt anywhere in sight and goes to find her, getting her unconscious body out.

Orc Slave: Part Three

Dianthus woke you up, panic on his ethereal face. “Duchess! There’s a cave in coming!”

You try to blink away the sleepiness, your vision still hazy with sleep. “What?” You mutter, pushing yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your eyes.

The Fey quickly explains that he can feel the foundation under the manor shifting. The Dwarves from the nearby village obviously went too far west, compromising the the foundation, and with all those hollowed out tunnels underneath the manor, when it starts to fail, it will hit like an earthquake.

The blood drains from your face. Your fingers feel like they feel asleep whit the tingles in them. You try to take a breath, but your chest is tight. After a moment, you nod slowly. You can’t panic. If you do, no one will think clearly. Everyone looks to you.

“Okay,” you almost whisper the word, forcing air into your lungs. “We have to evacuate the servants first since they in the under stories, and there’s no way if the manor collapses they’ll survive. I’ll go tell my guests while you go tell the servants, okay?”

Dianthus hesitates. He’s so anxious his wings are flitting faster than you’ve ever seen them. It seems like it’s taking everything in him to not be fluttering to the ceiling. “But Duchess, I can’t just leave you,” he protests quietly.

“We don’t have time for this,” you say sternly. He hesitates for a moment longer before fluttering out of the room.

You smooth down your hair and get out of bed, pulling on your glove to cover the Orc bite and tusk marks on your arms from the attack you suffered as a child. For a moment, your mind flits to the Orc slave you recently acquired and worry pricks your brain, but you force it down. He should be in the servants quarters as well. He’ll be fine.

Then, the floor under you starts to shake. Your blood runs cold when you hear Dianthus scream. “Dia!” You shout, stumbling out of your room. He had been caught in a doorway, his wings pinned under a wooden beam.

“I’m okay, Duchess,” he lies, wincing as he turns to help you lift the beam off of his wings. He stands up on shaky feet.

You know that he’s not used to walking, so you make a quick decision. “Go get the Viscount and his wife. I’ll go get the servants.”

“You can’t! You need to get out now. The manor is already coming down,” Dianthus protests, wincing again as he tries to fold his wings against his back.

“That is a direct order, Dianthus. You get those two out and I’ll be right behind you, okay?” You feel the fear balling into a lump in your throat, but you can’t let everyone else die. The fear and panic makes your limbs feel numb. “Dianthus, did you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he says quietly. He grabs your face, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment before running to the stairs. The gesture reminds you of when you were little. Tears prick your eyes, He’s always been there for you, always tried to take care of you. He’s the closest thing to family you have left.

After a moment you wipe your eyes and start hurrying down the stairs. No shoes, no outer clothes. Just your gloves and a night gown that is arguably scandalous. The servants have already begun trying to get everyone out, and most are horrified to see that you’ve come to check on them instead of getting out.

“Alright everyone, make sure you have your partner you decided on after the fire last year,” you call, trying to do a headcount, but you can’t remember everyone’s name or face.

“Mistress, you need to get outside,” the Housekeeper says worriedly. “This is everyone, and I’ll make sure they all get out.”

Your eyes flit this way and that, your shoulders relaxing slightly. The floor shifts, and there’s a few panicked cries, not no one seems to really get hurt. You nod for a moment, then do another quick scan.

“Where’s the Orc?” You ask, the lump in your throat returning.

The Housekeeper follows your gaze, shaking her head slowly. “I don’t… I don’t know, and there’s no way he could have gotten out without me seeing.”

“Get everyone out. I’m going to find him,” you say, lifting your nightgown to rush down the stairs, ignoring her shouting for you to wait.

Dust and derby are already settling this close to the cracking and crumbling foundation. You cough, pulling the collar of your dress up to cover your nose and mouth to try to be able to breathe. Now you’re kicking yourself, wishing that you had never taken this stupid position. Surely besides a title there is something else you could have gotten for saving the Prince. Now you have people’s lives in your hand, and every move you make affects them.

Outside, the Orc walks over to Dianthus. He had fallen asleep in the forge. “What is going on?” He asks gruffly, watching the other servants file out of the manor. Another quad rocks his feet, making him fall to one knee for a moment as he braces himself.

Dianthus explains the tunnels are collapsing, fussing over the Viscount and his wife, his injured wing tucked protectively against his back. The Orc huffs in acknowledgement. Then, after a moment, he asks, “And where’s the lady?”

“What?” Dianthus says, looking over at the Housekeeper and Butler, who are both doing a headcount. “She, she said that she was going to get the servants out…”

“I do not see her,” he mutters, scanning the crowd again.

The Housekeeper spots him and says something to the Butler before walking over to the Orc. “There you are! The Mistress was worried sick wondering where you went. Where did she find you?”

The Orc’s eyes dart to the entrance of the manor. “She didn’t.”

Before anyone else can process his words, he’s darting towards the manor. Easily he tosses the debris out of the way. Another quake makes the ground under his feet move, but he doesn’t stop. He’s cursing under his breath, covering his head as the upstairs start to cave in, narrowly missing collapsing on his head. He finds his way down to the servant quarters and starts shouting “Duchess!”. There’s no response.

He curses loudly again. “Why am I doing this for a stupid human? She probably realized I was not down here and got out already. Why am I risking himself for her?’

But despite his angry words, he makes his way down the stairs, having to squint his eyes to see through the dust. As he starts looking from room to room, he’s about to leave. He can’t see you anywhere. However, he hears a soft coughing from down the hall.

His loud footsteps sound like shotgun blasts as he runs down the hall, slamming his bare feet against the cobblestone. Under a small pile of stone and wood is your unconscious body.

“Y/N!” He shouts, forgetting formalities. He starts shoving it off of you, clawing at it like a wild animal. When he picks up your body, it’s with more care than he thought he was capable of. “You are alright. Everything is alright,” he murmurs agaisnt your hair, cradling you to his chest in one arm.

Using his free arm to shield your head, he manages to make his way to a servant’s entrance and get out the back of the manor. He can hear Dainthus now worriedly calling for you, and he can hear the flitting of wings, signalling the Fey is injuring himself further to look through the crowd.

“Over here!” the Orc shouts, getting you further from the manor before laying you down.

Your face is covered in soot and dust, and your clothes are torn. His eyes fall to your hands and arms- skin he’s never seen since you always keep them covered in those pristine white gloves that are now torn to shreds.

“Y/N, you fool,” Dianthus wails when he rushes over, a mix of a stumbling fall and a falling fly. He drops to your side, pressing his ear to your chest. His shoulders are rising and falling rapidly before he starts to calm down. He looks up at the Orc, tears now pouring down his angelic face, his ears twitching back. “She’s alive. She’ll be okay.”

The Orc is still staring at the obvious Orc bite and tusk marks on your arms. He blinks slowly, finally looking up at Dianthus. “Good… That is good.”

[barrenclan]

I GOT THE DREAM CURSE. It was supposedly the last page of the comic, and it starts off with Pinewing in the nursery with kits, three black kits that are his and Cormorantleaf's. Apparently a lot of time has passed since the last issue, maybe like 2 or 3 years, and suddenly there is this yowling outside. They go to see whats up, and you realize this isn't barrenclan territory, but like a lush rainforest type of terrain, and cootstorm is on the ground convulsing and then she dies. There is a medic that i just dont recognize that was trying to heal her, but it just didnt work. Apparently the medic thinks it was some sort of heartattack because Redstar (who dropped her leader name) got into some argument with her. Then i find out that like Barrenclan all split off and oddly enough Redstar, Pinewing, Cormorantleaf, and Cootstorm ended up staying together, and they joined a clan of cats that all had defiance origins but strayed together. Pinewing talks about how Slug and Daf went their own way, and Black, Night, and the kits went together. Its never mentioned what happened to the sisters but its implied they died?? Then you get introduced to the new cats of the clan and pinewing talks abt his opinion on them, but then he suddenly feels sick and cormorant is asking him whats wrong and like... suddenly he begins to literally drown?? Pine is drowning but there is no water anywhere, and water is just pouring out of his mouth and he cant breath, AND THEN HE JUST DIES AND THATS HOW THE ISSUE ENDED AND IN MY DREAM YOU WERE LIKE "and thats the end of barrenclan! lmao!"

Frightening! What an ending!

Oh god that literally is my worst nightmare. I dread to think what the Erins would do to Slugpelt's character.

Hmm a furry AU would be fun. And you're honestly not far off with the comic being set in the 80s or 90s, haha.

It just sounds to me like he's having a nice time.

[militarywifesvt]

Love at first kick

Pairing:Kwon soonyoung x y/n

Genre : fluff/childhood friends to lovers

Summary: getting kicked in the stomach by a hyperactive taekwondo student was the last thing y/n expected on her first day. Part one part two

Warnings : slight violence ( nothing graphic , just soonyoung competing in a national taekwondo match )

A/n : requested by @alien0n3arth . Yes, I accidentally posted the unfinished version of this sorry 😭 some things in here may seem different cuz I accidentally deleted the other draft 😕.

Years passed , people changed . But y/n and soonyoung didn't. She's still the grumpy introverted girl she was since childhood. But she doesn't get bullied anymore. Even if she does , soonyoung always has his fists ready. They're still taekwondo students . Soonyoung now competes in national competitions and has won many gold medals . Y/n on the other hand , has been stuck in yellow belt since middle school. But she never hesitates on skipping practice just to go see soonyoung competing . She has never missed any of his matches and never will .

Today , y/n got up extra early to go support her best friend . But this time , she's doing something risky . So risky that it could ruin their friendship.

"That's it , today is the day . I can't hide my emotions any longer. I'm confessing to him after his competition"

With that decision in mind , she got to the stadium. It was still empty , just a couple of parents and some siblings that came to see their child practice. Y/n's eyes searched for soonyoung . But couldn't find him anywhere . She ran to the waiting area where competitors usually stay before their match . She found him there sitting on a bench alone , eyes glued to the floor , hands slightly trembling . This wasn't the first time soonyoung has felt like this before a match , so she runs to him .

" Yah , Kwon soonyoung! You better win this match ! You promised me ice cream!"

He looked up from the floor , there she was . Dressed in his team colours, a tiny flag painted on her cheek .

He got up from his seat , the corner of his lips twitching .

" y/n ! I thought you couldn't make it , didn't you have practice today ? "

" and since when do I go to practice when you have a match ? "

She replies with a sarcastic voice .

" now hurry up , you match is in 30 minutes and you better win . " Y/n adds as she walks away to reserve a seat in the front row .

Soonyoung laughed , just a little . Enough to feel his chest loosen a bit

" Thanks y/n !" He screams as he watches her walk away .

She turned around and smiled , " Don't thank me yet . Win first , then buy me ice cream ! "

He nodded .somehow , his nerves weren't as sharp as they were 10 minutes ago

Soonyoung sighed , then mumbled under his breath "only if you knew how much I liked you "

Hours passed , and the match is almost over . The crowd screamed in the arena , but soonyoung barely heard it . Sweat stung his eyes , and the scoreboard in the corner burned into his vision .

4-7 he was losing . He was down by three points . Breathing hard , legs burning , his chest ached everytime he moved . He can't do this anymore , he's going to give up . Then , her voice echoed in the big stadium

" COME ON TIGER YOU CAN DO IT ! YOU CANT LOSE YOU PROMISED ME ICE CREAM !"

He staggered back , eyes scanning the crowd until he found her again . Her fists clenched , screaming his name like it was the only name she'd ever known .

That was all he needed to keep going .

Ten seconds left .

His opponent went in for a strike , soonyoung blocked , twisted , spun . And in one fluid , desperate motion , he launched a roundhouse kick straight to the headguard .

The buzzer screamed .

The scoreboard changed

8-7 . Victory in the last two seconds .

But before he could even take a breath or lift his arms in celebration , a blur of movement from the crowd caught his eye . His head snapped toward the stands just in time to see her .

Y/n .

Pushing past people , jumping over the barrier without even thinking , her eyes locked on him , cheeks flushed , heart practically bursting out of her chest .

He barely had time to react before she jumped into his arms . Catching her by instinct , soonyoung looked stunned , he couldn't even talk . Just looking at her with confused , wide eyes .

She pulled back just enough to look up at him . Her eyes were glassy, filled with tears and emotions . " You idiot , you almost gave me a heart attack ." She whispered , her voice shaking. Soonyoung gave a breathless laugh , still dazed " Y/n , you ran-"

"Because I couldn't wait anymore , " she cut him off , her hands fisting into the fabric of his uniform . " I thought I had time , I thought I could keep pretending . But I can't hide this anymore . I like you , you asshole ! I've liked you since forever! Since you beat those bullied for me when we were young . Since you bought me ice cream every time I got a new belt . Since you always took the blame when I break anything during practice . I just like you ! I don't wanna be friends anymore !" She said before hugging him tight. Soonyoung's heart skipped . Then he smiled , the smile that can light a whole city without any effort. The smile only she has seen .

"Well , you chose the perfect time ," he said softly "because I've been waiting to hear this ever since the day I met you . "

Her breath caught

Then , he leaned down and kissed her , right there , in the middle of the mat , in front of thousands of people , and the medal still swinging around his neck .

And the crowd cheered , not just for the champion , but for the girl who ran to him first and the love that has been waiting for years

Who knew a passionate true love can start from a kick in the stomach . So weird , yet true and innocent.

If you want any other part of this series , maybe the aftermath ( like their families reaction etc) or a problem that made them drift apart but eventually come back to eachother. If you have anything in mind , just tell me

[f0point5]

The new fic was wonderful, I cant get enough of Em and Max I hope you never stop writing about them! That being said, I'm curious, would you write about one (or all four!) Times Max had to run around a city looking for Emelia?

Okay I’m sorry about how this turned out 🫣 I know in the fic it referenced that Max didn’t know there was a problem and only found out once she left but I am taking some artistic license with this being one of the four times! Don’t hate me 🫠

I did actually start a different one featuring Emilia’s dad so I may finish that one and we will get a funnier/more on brand instance of Emilia running away but…I hope you enjoy this one in the meantime!

✨Set in September 2021✨

They nicknamed her “The Bolter”

Max watches the sunrise in total, deafening silence. He thinks at some point he gets up to feed the cats. He thinks, but he isn’t sure. He’s so tired. His eyes are watering. It’s not tears. He can’t sleep. He wants to. He doesn’t want to. It doesn’t matter if he wants to, he can’t. He can’t sleep knowing you’re not home. He can’t sleep not knowing you’re safe.

He looks at his phone again. He has it on loud and on vibrate but he still checks. Still hopes.

Daniel: Did you hear from her?

Lando: She’s not answering me sorry

Clara Albizzi: You fucked up

That last one makes me feel sick. He did fuck up. He knew the second he’d said it. The way your face just fell and you couldn’t look at him. The way your shoulders hunched over.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

You hadn’t even packed a bag. Hadn’t even taken keys for a car. You’d just picked up the shoes that were lying in the hallway and left.

And he’d let you.

It had taken everything in him to stand still and let you leave, even as the fear set in. Fear that smelled like freshly cut grass and petrol. Fear that felt like crisp night air. Fear that looked like headlights in the dark.

The restraint had only last a few minutes.

You had blocked him, of course. So he’d called your friends. He’d ended up calling half of Monaco including more drivers than he ever spoke to regularly. Everyone denied hearing from you. He’d actually driven to Daniel’s to confirm his story that he wasn’t home. Max wondered more than once if you’d earned more loyalty from his colleagues than he had. Even if one of them was lying to him, at least you were safe.

But he couldn’t take the chance that you really hadn’t ended up at someone’s place. You didn’t have you bag with you, or even comfortable shoes. You couldn’t pay for a cab. It was that thought that had sent him to the Hotel de Paris. It was your favourite hotel in town, you even checked in for staycations sometimes. They would have your information, so you wouldn’t even need a credit card. The receptionist had refused to tell him if you were staying there - illegal, apparently - but something about his appearance must have incurred her sympathy, because she’d said that they hadn’t had any unexpected guests.

That had sent him to Sass Café. A long shot, because you didn’t usually self medicate alone, but he’d tried anyway. Fifty times he thought he’d seen you across the room as he’d weaved his way through the hoards of people. Normally he could spot you anywhere but when all he wanted was to see you he’d seen you everywhere.

By the time he’d got home, some time in the wee hours, Max could feel himself starting to shut down. As he’d called your name to no response and checked your room to find it empty, he could feel himself starting to get cold. He’d sat down on the couch, intending to think about what he was going to do next, but the thoughts had started to get away from him. The memories of the last twelve hours began to fold in on themselves, becoming smaller and squarer and so too did the feelings. The anger, the frustration, the panic, the disappointment, it all got more manageable, packing itself away in the corner in his mind that Max had so often found himself hiding in.

Even the fear had gone. The fear had gone somewhere around 5.30 am, when the darkness started to wane. As he sat on the couch and watched the sky go from black to blue to the colour of the dress you wore to Luka’s christening, his leg stopped shaking, his fists unclenched, and the tightness in his chest disappeared.

Finally, emotions had given way to a familiar and encompassing emptiness. Max just felt numb.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

What had he even been so angry about? He could almost laugh at himself. He hadn’t been angry. He’d been embarrassed. You’d told him you’d found underwear that wasn’t yours in the washing machine and he’d been so fucking embarrassed. And then he’d thought, what did he have to embarrassed about, and he decided in a split second it must be because you were judging him, and who were you to judge him when you were the reason he was fucking random girls in the first place. His relationship had ended because of you.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

Except you weren’t the reason. Not really. It had been Max’s choice and he knew that. Max needed you more than he’d wanted her and he had never once regretted that choice, although wherever you were, you probably thought he did.

He almost wishes he could feel all of it. Whatever it is that’s been forced under the surface because he can’t deal with it. He can’t feel anything. His eyes are sore and unfocused and they sting.

He drags a hand over his face. He should do something. Get flowers, or call the police, or…anything. But he doesn’t. His limbs don’t move. He just sits there…like he’s waiting for someone to pick him up.

You’ve got to come back.

Don’t worry, Max. They always come back. You’ll apologise. You’ll do better next time.

His eyes water again. This time it might be tears.

Somewhere behind him, one of the cats meows. Maybe he didn’t feed them after all.

“Max?”

At the sound of your voice, Max’s head turns so fast his neck hurts. He blinks furiously at the sight of you. For a second he thinks he’s imagining you.

“I brought strudel,” you say, holding up a small folded pastry box.

Max gets up before his he tells himself to. He wants to pull you into his arms, the urge to do it is the only thing he’s felt in hours, but stays still. You’re back, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgiven.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse.

“Not everywhere, clearly,” you say with a shrug.

“I went to Sass, Daniel’s, I called Lando, Alex, Clara, Zita,” he says, as if trying to prove that he’d tried. “I went to the hotel to see if you were there. I’ve been around the whole city all night, I didn’t sleep,”

“Oh.”

You look a little sheepish, almost guilty, as you make your way to the kitchen. Max follows, too far behind for his liking but he’s still too scared to get closer.

He sits on one side of the island and you stand on the other. He really takes in your appearance now. Hair up, no make up. Wearing a pyjama shirt. Where the fuck did you get pyjamas? He doesn’t care. His eyes run over you one more time. He might never let you out of his sight again.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Max admonishes, though there is no strength behind his words.

“Don’t piss me off like that,” you retort, and there’s strength behind yours.

The look you give him cuts like second place, and he looks away. He looks out to the balcony. The sky is cobalt now. What time is it?

“Did you mean it?” You whisper into the silence.

Max looks at you now. “No.”

“But-“

“No.” This time it’s an oath.

You shake your head as you open the pastry box. “Max, you obviously kind of meant it,” you say, turning to pick up two plates from the counter. “And I don’t blame you. I know I’m the reason you and-“

“You’re not the reason,” Max insists. “She’s the reason. She thought…she made that choice. And yeah, a part of me is still angry about it, and I cannot talk to her so I took it out on you. That wasn’t right and I’m sorry. I don’t know why I even- I’m sorry. It was my fault,”

Take responsibility. It’s your fault. You caused this to happen. If you don’t like the outcome then stop making people angry.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, quieter this time. Even to his own ear it sounds a little more desperate.

You stare at him, eyes narrow, like you’re trying to read him, and Max almost flinches under the scrutiny. Finally, your face softens, and you sigh. Something in your posture eases.

“Max, it’s okay,” you say gently. “People fight. I just felt like shit and you know how I get. You’re fight, I’m flight, remember? I was…anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah,” Max says. “Of course.”

You don’t look like you believe him, but he’s telling the truth. If you’re okay, then he’s okay. If you’re there, then he’s okay. If you’re home then that’s where he wants to be.

You shuffle around the island with two plates of strudel, padding on bare feet towards the living room with Max in hot pursuit.

“Where did you go?” He asks, now noticing that not even your shorts are the ones you left in last night.

“The Maybourne,” you explain, settling on the corner of the couch, legs outstretched. “The concierge gave me some spa pjs,”

Max takes a seat next to you, further than normal but closer than he’s been to you in what feels like forever.

“I’ll pay you back for the room,” he says with a rueful smile.

“Yeah, I think you will,” you say haughtily, and Max forced himself to laugh. There must be something in his expression that tips you off, though, because your face falls. “I’m sorry I left,”

Please don’t ever do that again.

The words are on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them. He doesn’t ask. He can’t. He has no right to ask you that, because no one can ever promise not to leave and he can’t promise to be worth staying for.

“It’s not the first time,” Max says with a chuckle, nudging you with his elbow. “I’m used to it by now,”

You roll your eyes and turn on the tv, flipping through to find the Moto GP race as Max yawns. The buzz he felt at your return is wearing off and the exhaustion is creeping up on him. He doesn’t want to sleep yet, though. Not when you’re still in his periphery. It’s stupid, but some part of him needs to be consciously in your presence for a while.

“Max, you can go to bed, if you want. I know you didn’t sleep,”

“No,” he says, a bit too quickly. He imagines that he blushes when you notice. His cheeks certainly burn. “I’m just….I’m fine here.”

You reach over to pick up a pillow and lay it on your lap. “At least lie down,” you say, patting the pillow like you do to get one of the cats to sit on you. Max hesitates, but only for a moment, because he’d do just about anything you told him right now.

He settles his head on the pillow, eyes fixed on the tv. He used to do this with his mum, he remembers. The first night joke after being with his dad for months, she’d put on a movie and Max would lay his head in her lap while they watched. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you that.

Your hand running through his hair is like a little jolt of energy, somewhere above him he hears you giggle at the shiver that goes through him. You don’t stop, though, finger massaging his scalp. It quiets all of his nerve endings.

“You need a haircut,” you tell him. He knows what you’re doing, but he can’t bring himself to care. As long as it’s you doing it.

“Yeah,” Max agrees. It’s the last thing he says before he finally falls asleep.

[lesbianedmundo]

Bucks moving in!

Oh baby 🥲

He stress baking!

He’s sleeping at Maddie’s?

Love the continuity with Maddie’s throat and her voice being raspy! Like yeah she had her throat slashed last episode

THIS is Bobby’s mom and brother at the fraudy church?! Talk abt family issues Jesus

Why’s her last name Hutchinson actually? Returned to maiden after Bobby’s dad died?

Oh that’s a seizure

Everyone collapsing with the upbeat background gospel music? ICONIC

yeah that’s gas poisoning lol

“They ever go north?” Chimney I love you

“Her act - I mean her service.” LMAO

Oh Bobby’s face when he saw the poster my baby 😓

“Buck and Eddie.” KILL ME NOW. They’re really hammering it in he’s gone, huh? Also Ravi’s little “I’m used to it” 🤣

And he’s down

Bobby asking after his mom?! I’m crying.

Yeh it’s gas poisoning

GET SOME MASKS ON!!!

lol Bobby saying Buck and Eddie again

Bucks being competeeeeent 😫

MAAM GET OFF THE ROOF

“Eddie - Ravi.” HE DID IT AGAIN IM

CRYING 😭

Buck ascending on the ladder is a craaazy shot lol

“Cap she thinks I’m Satan.” IM CACKLING

NO THE THINGS BREAKING

“I’m gonna need you to reach out your hand.” THE PARALLELS TO DEVIN IN S1 I CANT

Bobby’s mom with the megaphone 😂

“I’m guessing Buck’s Jesus in this metaphor.” LMAO

“Yeah she’s something.” THATS UR MOTHER

the distance between them? He called her Ann? BOBBY BAE what’s this trauma

“She’s my mother.” And everyone’s faces looool

JEES SO CUTE 🥰

He’s been sleeping at Madneys? Buck baby

“I like having a strong man in every room of the house now” Maddie 🥺 im so sorry

Not Maddie telling him to make new friends 🤣

Update on Bathena’s house!!

Bobby changing the subject lol

Athena calling it out!!! Queen shit👑

Oh Ann wasn’t at either of Bobby’s weddings 😞

SHE SSNT CONDOLENCES ON ANN HUTCHINSON MINISTRY STATIONARY AFTER THE APARTMENT FIRE?! ASDFFGHJJKL ANN WHEN I CATCH U

“The lord works in mysterious ways.” ATHENA

Not Buck tryna friend up Ravi 😭

“Are you abt to ask for money?” Ravi my beloved

“I am a fun guy. It took you this long to notice?” We missed u king 👑

“How long’d it take u to warm up to Eddie?” “Like nearly… a whole shift” BAHAHAHA

Not Buck going on a tangent abt Eddie fuckin lmao

Bobby’s brother is here?

The mention of their dad’s firehouse? AHHHHHHH WRITERS WHEN I FIND U

“Deborah was two wives ago.” Ewwwwww

Bobby being so proud of him and Athena and his stepkids 😍

“Mom - she wants to see you.” OH DOES SHE. DOES SHE NOW.

“Dad would be so proud of you.” WHAT. Absolutely diabolical.

Athena in this dress ayyyy 🤭

Not Miss Ann complimenting Athena lmao ur so fucking fake

She basically tricked him into a convo not in public! Red flag 🚩

“Parable of the prodigal son. Is that how u see me?” WHOA

“Someone burned it down.” “Not u I trust.” MAAM. SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN AT ALL TIMES. that is absolutely INSANE work.

Not Athena outing Bobby as not telling her abt his mom 🥲

“He’s always thought im a fraud.” Oh u looking for a fight? Ur looking for a fight? ILL GIVE U A FIGHT

“I think you’re very good at what u do.” At fraud. U mean fraud.

But him not rising to it is sooooo painful.

She’s asking what Athena thinks?

Athena sipping that water she does not wanna hear it

“I give hope for healing.” DISRESPECTFULLY SHUT THE FUCK UP

Ann bringing up their DAD?! VIA ATHENA? IM ABT TO THROW HANDS.

“Anywhere he could absolve his sins really.” ISTG

Does Athena know abt Bobby’s dad’s alcoholism?

IS BOBBY DEFENDING HIS FATHER?! Oh boy

“I was supposed to just climb into the casket with him?” Okay I have a smidgen 👌 of sympathy for her.

“What, like I did?” I AM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

His trauma from her leaving tho is so valid

“You followed in his footsteps.” WHEN I CATCH YOUUUUUU

Oh. Bobby can’t crucify his dad for what he did because then he’d have to crucify himself. Something something cycles of abuse something something he can’t spit at his own reflection.

“I did think you’re a fraud but not as a preacher, as a mother.” that HURTS

lol mood change to the bar HES TALKING ABT EDDIE?! BUCK 😭

Ravis so sick of him

“I kid u not five minutes later the spares on and we’re driving away.” He’s hyping up his boy. And his boy is two states away.

“Isn’t that illegal?” Ravi I fucking love you

“Eddie wouldn’t do something illegal. Eddie has a silver star.” Buck’s straight up a seven year old showing off his favourite toy 😭

fight club mention oof

“Who even plays quarters anymore?” “Eddie.” of fucking course

Ravi: “Look who I found!”

Me: IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER??

I actually can’t why is he HERE I am going to RIOT. I am a dog ripping a pillow to shreds with their mouth and I WILL come for Tommy fucking Kinard next.

Ravi sitting them opposite each other UR NO LONGER MY FAVOURITE. GET OUT POOKIE.

Oh wait hes just trying to leave LMAAOOOOOO. Nvm babes u saw an out and took it lol

“Some stuff just happened. My sister was abducted.” TOMMY’s FACE LOL. VALID.

“She’s pregnant. They’re not connected.” lol.

“He (Eddie) pretty much stopped speaking to me after u and I broke up.” HE DID?! GUYS

BUCKS FACE 😭

“You know I’ve been fighting the urge to call u for months.” IF U DONT SHUT UR MOUTH. With that stupid ass break up u have NO LEGS TO STAND ON

“I got a new place. You wanna see it?” BUCK. BUCK NO.

FUUUUUUUUUCK. I genuinely threw my laptop across the room. The screen cracked 🥲

“Is this - Eddie’s place?” Tommy is that not weird to you.

Oh hello extended sex lead up scene.

He made breakfast? Kinda cute.

Oh Bucks still into him.

“I know it doesn’t change anything.” “Why not?” I’m Stopping u right there.

Okay wait. R they gonna put ‘em back together?!

“Now that the competition’s out of the way.” Nvm LOL

SAY IT TOMMY. SPIT IT OUT.

Oh we’re talking abt it. We’re taking abt it! Tommy doing his plot device to push forward Buddie thing we begrudgingly stan 🙃

Buck that’s a bit far lol.

Yeah that relationships over. WHAT WAS THAT CONVERSATION.

Oh new call! How r they gonna get in the house?

We found him!

The guy’s refusing to accept he’s got chest pain? Dare I say… Eddie and “I don’t panic.”

WHAT IN THE HORROR FILM?

HER HUSBAND TRIED TO KILL

HER?!

“Long term relationships are hard.” Buck. Baby. Now is NOT the time.

HUSBAND’S DEAD. At least somethings right with the universe.

Oh it’s a parallel for Bobby’s parents. I was wondering why this was happening lol.

“I’m living in Eddie’s so I must be in love with him?” I mean. Yeah?

“Except that I’m not.” LIAR.

“Maybe I don’t wanna unpack. It means Eddie and Chris aren’t coming back.” My love. I wish I could hug him 😭

Ann’s little emotional break down on stage? Smells like guilt tripping 😀

Aaaaaand we’re right back to the fraud. Okay.

Oh shit she’s down!!

“Mommy stay with me.” BOBBY 😭😭😭

It’s happened to her before?

She has cancer? Oof.

Again with the signs.

Bobby’s still defending his father I…

So r we gonna have an actual conversation?

Stage four cancer?

“It would take a miracle.” Damn 😀

He’s apologising? Well will she apologise to him?

Okay good 👍

“Sometimes all u can do is save yourself.” AND I OOP. That’s so fucking true 🥹

Buck gets a cunty twirly little unpacking montage? Okay! At least hes smiling honestly.

NOT THE COUCH SHOT. C’MON. IT HAS TO BE INTENTIONAL.

Dispatch?

Athena’s responding… I’ve got a bad feeling here…

DOCTOR ODYSSEY?!?! OMG I FORGOT THIS WAS HAPPENING!

And that’s a wrap!

Final thoughts:

Bobby’s story gets more and more heartbreaking with every chapter and flashback to his past. His defense of his dad, his anger at his mom and brother, him fulfilling that cycle with his own alcoholism, except the outcome is the other way round - instead of only him dying for his mistakes, he’s the only one who lives. Was ready to hate on his mom, but idk… it’s tricky. Other than her Very #Exploitative profession ofc, her actions are understandable - she was right not to have climbed into the casket with her husband. But also no, she shouldn’t have left her youngest child, and continued to leave him for literal years.

As for Buddie… BOY ARE WE FEASTING! Buck struggling to sleep in Eddie’s house, Tommy reunion bringing the unsaid into the light, the words “Buck being in love with Eddie” (however much they’re phrased as “incorrect”) is now in the TEXT of the show, Maddie saying would that be so crazy? We have been FED.

Not loads of Chim, and basically no Hen, but that’s to be expected with Aisha directing. She did a FABULOUS job btw. I loved that we’re getting more little moments like the Han’s and Buck, plus some Bathena. All the scenes flowed way better than they have been so far (cough cough Buddie Freddy Fakeman arguement cough cough) with less of the stilted, I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-my-hands moments. Aisha if u see this I’m throwing all the flowers at ur feet!

Overall, VERY happy with this episode. A lil scared for where this is going regarding Buddie, but hey, when are we not? The price of a fanon ship. Also why have they got me warming up to Tommy lmao. Like I’m happy to NEVER see him again, but I’m not… mad he was in the episode? Like his presence is bringing up a LOT of Buck’s feelings to Eddie, plus the confirmation that Tommy was ~ suspicious ~ abt Buck and Eddie’s relationship is nice. Anyways, Aisha Hinds did amazing, as predicted! I rlly hope she directs more in the future! (After more Hen storylines ofc)

[sonja-artefact-storage]

Hi, I’m Sonja Villanueva. She/Any.

I’ve been working at the Magnus Institute for 10 years, and I used to work as Head of Artefact Storage. However, I went on extended leave, Sylvester Villeneuve was hired in my absence, and I let him fully take on my position. I’m back from my break, and still working in Artefact Storage.

Do not touch the artefacts. I don’t understand why Mx. Bouchard decided to lower the restrictions while I was gone, but either way, don’t touch them. They are extremely dangerous and I don’t care how sure you are about it being fine.

Let me know if you have any questions.

asks are open

unreality warning for the whole blog!

ooc, rules, and info under cut :D

yoyoyoyooo @iiinkos back at it again with another tma rp blog!! just an idea i had, probably less big and crazy as the others :)

i also run the rp blogs @gerry-the-archivist (an au in which gerry became the archivist) and @a-thousand-little-things (my 3 avatar ocs)

info:

- (ooc) or // = out of character

- sonja’s mentioned once in one line in dig as someone to look to talk to about artefact storage. and considering artefact storage’s reputation (sasha in mag 39), i thought, “what if she was terrifyingly competent and also definitely traumatized?” so i’m here now c:

- rn she doesn’t know about the fears :3 my reason for this is that jon (canonically a good researcher) couldn’t find shit on smirke’s supernatural bullshit (mag 50). and even if sonja did find out somehow, she’d also probably. tell her assistants and employees and shit. including sasha. who’d probably tell jon and the others :p so yeah she doesn’t know and has basically had to rely on vibes and herself when dealing with The Spooky <3

- i’ll make a post linking lore stuffs and all when it happens :D however i don’t plan on doing anything very extreme lore-wise with sonja, but she does have a backstory c:

- sonja was hired to work in the magnus institute when she was 21, and is currently 31. if we’re going by canon timeline, she’d be born in 1984 and hired in 2005 and it’s currently 2015, but in this universe there isn’t really a canon time for the “present day,” so. only the age stuff applies ig

- her last name being similar to syl’s, while being intentional, has no bearing on the plot, i just thought it’d be funny

- she is mixed black and filipino (filo because i cant stop projecting on characters)

rules:

- flirting allowed but it won’t go anywhere

- not willing to rp a relationship

- no sexual content

- it’s fine to start new rps, join old rps, or just generally interact, i don’t mind

- anyone can rp with me, doesn’t matter if you have an rp blog or not, or are just an anon, or whatever

have fun c:

mod uses they/them

[dogs2shouldvote]

in contrast with my last post, in my latest relisten of taz balance i also recorded a bunch of quotes that felt like a punch to the gut (with zero context mostly). here’s some that made me a) cry or b) freak out because foreshadowing

MAJOR taz balance spoilers ahead; if you haven’t already listened to this amazing show, you should!

- “you can’t kill robbie, i have some big franchise plans for robbie”

- “you found her?“

- “one of you isn’t a lich, are you?”

- “tell julia i said i love her”

- “your staff, you lost control of it, and you blasted the letters L U P into the wall”

- “you look familiar too. have we met?” (this one i did put context for, it’s ren speaking to magnus in the eleventh hour during one of the early loops)

- “is there anything else you can edit in our past?” (this one also had context, magnus to istus i believe)

- “you’re going to be amazing”

- “there’s a long span of time that’s just not there” … “while you’re looking through these memories… there is something about the memory is a little bit off. there’s parts of it that are a little bit staticky.”

- “i named my fish after him”

- “he didn’t want to be a hero. it wasn’t his desire.”

- “Do you remember the last thing you said?”

“I said ‘I love you, Jules.’”

- “lup. they don’t trust me. i cant do it anymore, lup. i’m sorry”

- “the hunger is almost here. and when it arrives, the world will be lost.”

- “and it’s an incredibly familiar face, because it’s your face, magnus. this figure in the red robe is you.”

- “why are you doing this, taako?”

“because i’m worried no one else will have me”

- “you see this red robe put a single skeletal finger to its nonexistent lips”

- ”i’ll be having my body back you undead fuck”

- “trust barry. love barry. taako… it’s me… it’s *static*”

- “when there was trouble, you took the big hit. didn’t you, bud?”

- “and taako you remember lup now. how could you forget lup?”

- “are we just gonna burn every world that we can’t save just to keep the hunger from getting its hands on them? how does that make us any better than them?”

- “this is where we get to decide who we are”

- “show them the duck. it’s a good duck. i think they’ll like it!”

- “your journey could have ended anywhere… but it ended here. and you’re so grateful for that.”

- “sometimes there aren’t right decisions. sometimes there’s just decisions.”

- “back soon”

- “as his body falls further and further down, you realize you don’t know who that is.”

- “magnus. i’m going to find a place for you to be happy. it’ll just be for a little bit. i can do this. i love you magnus. i love all of you *fading into static*”

- “you *fucking took everything. from me*.”

- “i needed to say goodbye to someone

- “i don’t expect you all to forgive me…”

“i run over and hug her”

- “there’s magic in a bards song. they call it is inspiration and it tells the listener what they need to hear when they need to hear it… and you hear johann’s voice and it says: ‘you’re gonna have to fight… and *you’re gonna win!*’”

- “how does magnus die?”

- “and thus ends adventure zone balance. the story of four idiots who played dnd so hard they made themselves cry.”

[f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu]

From the list with asks with hearts (the second to last one you shared, I think): 22, 23, 27, 29, 49 From the list with unusual asks: 4, 18, 24, 25, 34, 48, 51, 60, 79, 81, 93, 98 Hopefully they're not too much for you (you can skip some if you want to, no pressure)

22 - how many hours of sleep did you get last night?

5 but we took a nap after school so dw

23 - do you believe in aliens?

we obviously cant be the only organisms in the universe so yea

27 - whats your favorite book? or one youve read a few times?

to chicago and back/до чикаго и назад and bai ganyo/бай ганьо, both by aleko konstantinov/алеко константинов (who you can find on bulgarian 100 leva bills)

29 - does it take you a long time to make decisions?

no, we respond quickly, but a lot of the time we regret it after and make a different decision

49 - what does your last text say?

"please sing girl 💔" (referring to defoko in the utau program)

4 - do you like your name? why?

my name as an alter (kennith) - adore it because its a boy name and kennyy

our legal name - no it can die in a fire why the fuck does it have a song that adults always sing when they meet us it sucks

18 - favorite tv show?

hells kitchen!! but the bulgarian version obvs, a close second is 2 and a half men

24 - how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

wallet: 7.64 leva

savings at home: 380.2 leva

total: 387.66 leva

25 - what color socks are you wearing?

plain dark gray socks, which is a once in a lifetime event because most of our socks are very decorated

34 - favorite actress?

we dont know many famous people but i guess tiffany tatreau or emily rohm (ocean and jane doe from the rtc production that everyone and their grandma knows)

48 - who is your role model?

dont have one tbh,,,,,,,used to be dr pol though from that 1 national geographic show (also pol means sex in bulgarian lmao)

51 - how old were you when you found out santa isnt real?

around 6 maybe?? when we saw our parents wrapping up the gifts for the first time

60 - how many pictures do you have on your phone?

4348.......jesus christ

79 - do you believe in ghosts?

yea but those ghost tracker apps on google play are soo fake

81 - last person you called?

homeroom teacher the day of the earthquake to tell her we're going home because we couldnt find her anywhere

93 - last thing you ate?

easier to show than to explain i think

i swear its good if you ignore the crunch from it being burnt.

98 - favorite month?

in terms of weather its may, but in terms of school material its september because may is packed with exams

also no dw we love answering questions

[khywren]

For your get to know your fic writer questions!! ❤️❤️❤️🫶🏼 (Again, sorry for so many!)

13, 14, 18, 32, 33, 54, 56, 58, 65, & 77!

don't apologize, my friend! i'm always more than happy to answer these! ❤️❤️❤️ (questions are from this post.) 13: what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

so the thing about this one… i don't actually know if i follow any "common" writing tips (or any at all, really); i just kinda do what feels natural to me and hope it all works out. i am absolutely not gonna tell anyone to do that because it's a recipe for chaos, but! i can give you tips that have become habits for me instead. so one thing that has helped me immensely when writing either a chapter or a one-shot is that i almost always start with the dialogue. it gives me a good structure for where everything is going and almost always serves as my outline. like, i have a general idea in mind for what i want to accomplish, but getting the dialogue down is kind of like coalescing some of those ideas into something tangible. so my entire WIP at that point will just be lines of dialogue in sequential order. then i write everything else around the dialogue. i know that's kind of a cracked way to do it and won't work for everyone, but i think the general takeaway is that you shouldn't be afraid to start a piece literally anywhere; you don't have to start with the opening sentence and end with the last sentence.

14: how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel? do you draw from personal experiences?

if i'm writing a scene that's similar to anything i've experienced in my personal life, i always draw from personal experiences as i feel like that makes the emotion more authentic. i do try to feel what the characters are feeling regardless of that; if i can get a sense for that, it makes finding the words to describe those emotions accurately. when i write those scenes i like to think about what each character is feeling, why they would be feeling like that, and what it is about their personality/backstory that would make them feel that way.

18: do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

titles are the bane of my existence. i hate them. i almost always title my fics after i'm done writing. many times i'll look to song lyrics because i find them helpful, but they can also convey the tone/general gist of the fic better than i can most of the time. i wish i was better at this, but alas. 😭

32: name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

ONLY three? 😭 i can and will gush about every single one of my moots all day long, so to make this easier on myself i'll pick three people based on my favorite thing(s) about their writing, kinda like separating them into genres or categories i guess? each of these people are incredible and amazing and i am very fortunate to have met them. go show them some love if you haven't read their work!

if you're looking for comedy, banter, and hijinks, look no further than @nerdallwritey. her series beauty and the bard is currently five parts long and has something for everyone! there's fluff, there's smut, and there's so much fun! her fics never fail to put a smile on my face and seeing a new fic in my inbox is like christmas morning to me. i adore the way she writes astarion, but everyone else always feels so genuine and perfectly in character as well. i've reread all her works several times and i cannot recommend them highly enough!

one of my favorite tavs belongs to @verbenaa; her longfic to eden is easily one of my favorites and one of the major sources of inspiration that got me to finish developing and writing for my own tav. if you're looking for incredible smut and a sassy, loveable tav, here you go! her prose are fantastic and the relationship she has between rin and astarion is such a treat to read. they play off one another so well! the last chapter really put me through the ringer in the best way and i cant' wait to see what else she has in store for us. she's also written some other one-shots and every single one of those i've read has been stunning!

one of my favorite all-rounder authors is @shewhowas39. her longfic juniper and starlight is a wonderful version of the game featuring her tav, June (who is an absolute delight and i love her very much). if you're looking for a wonderfully written durge fic you can really sink your teeth into, you've found it! there is always so much love and care and emotion in everything she writes, and it makes her work a true joy to read.

33: do you want to be published some day?

i think it would be fun! it's never something I've ever thought about actually doing, but i think having an actual book out there in the wild that i wrote would be really cool. who knows, maybe i'll have an idea for something some day.

54: what’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

hmm… this is tricky. for me, i really enjoy just getting an idea i'm excited about on the page and being able to share it with other people. i always feel accomplished when i finish a piece because it's very satisfying to create something from nothing; even if no one reads it, it's still exercising my creativity and engaging in a hobby i enjoy.

56: what’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

i'm not sure what parts of my writing are better than others, since i can only perceive it from my personal, limited perspective. however, as someone who came straight from academia and had never written fic until my first one-shot last august, trying to find my voice and seeing myself make genuine progress with that over the past year has been very rewarding! there are a few of my pieces that i really don't think hold up very well anymore, but knowing that i've improved since then is a good feeling. i always want to get better and hope i can keep doing that in the future!

58: what part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc.)

definitely the brainstorming. i love daydreaming and thinking about all the possible ideas i could have for chapters or one-shots. i love thinking about stupid little jokes i could add in, or emotional scenes that make me kick my feet like a teenage girl or do 50 psychic damage straight to my brain. plus, there's far less stress involved in that process, since i don't have to actually commit anything to paper at that point.

65: tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project.

i'm looking forward to getting over my current writer's block and finishing my kinktober prompts still! i'm very happy with 7/8 of the ones i've published so far, and even if the other 4 i was working on don't currently meet my standards, i'm confident i can come back and fix them up once i relax a bit and stop putting so much pressure on myself. i was having a ton of fun putting them together and i'm glad i participated this year.

77: do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

since you didn't specify a fic, i'll just write about something from my longfic, adrift~ i'm quite partial to the lake scene i wrote for chapter 6, when ysera finally gives in and opens herself up to astarion. on the one hand, it's a sweet moment of vulnerability for her, but also tragic in the sense that it's the moment she started to fall for astarion who is at this point very much still fully intent on using her for his own means. there's just a lot going on there for both of them and i enjoyed torturing myself while putting it al together.

[hysteria-things]

okay so i have been searching for what feels like forever now and i don’t know if they were tumblr series or on wattpad. but im fairly certain they were tumblr made cause im almost positive these were 2 pieces of writing that made me start reading on tumblr.

i could very well be hallucinating these stories but i dont think im that creative 😂 so i’m hoping by asking some of the more popular writers in this community that i’ll have answers and can stop torturing myself.

first one: it was a story where Matt was the MMC & him and his brothers were in what i can only describe to be a gang? he was from ‘the other side of the tracks’ basically, dating the sheriff’s daughter & at some point throughout the story the girlfriend became friends with a girl who was also part of the gang (her brother was part of it which is why she was) and the two girls worked together to essentially steal the ‘leader/boss’ of the gangs computer to wipe its hard drive of all information or intel linking both matt & the girl to said gang, somewhere along the lines of doing that they get caught and it goes into almost a hostage situation where (either the girlfriend or matt i think?) gets shot. that’s all i remember 😭

second one: this one is a story where chris is the MMC & the FMC was i thinnkkk a law student her parents were really rich and i vaguely remember at the very beginning she was sitting in a library ? and seen a black suv/sedan type vehicle speed down the street through the window of the library and in said vehicle was the triplets, she would walk past a really worn down apartment building (it’s portrayed that they had a rough upbringing in this story) often and knew that’s where they lived but didn’t know who they were personally/well, at some point her and her bestfriend had gone to a dingy like dive bar where the triplets ended up working as bar tenders, she was ‘talking’ to one of the guys that was part of their friend group but i’m pretty sure the triplets didn’t like him much (kinda irrelevant) but anyways a little bit into the story it was made apparent that the triplets were actually part of an underground boxing/fight club where they fought for money and were sponsored by rich people within the area - said ring was below the bar they worked at (i can’t remember the name of the bar), she at some point seen the triplets go to her neighbours house one night through her bedroom window and the neighbour lady was like helping one of them after a bad fight ? there was a girl who was also part of the group that worked at the bar and such as well. i remember the FMC’s family was super strict very wealthy and pretty hard on her. i also remember her and her parents sitting down at a cafe or something with nate and his family to try and figure out a situation that had to do with like a car or money being left in a will or something for him cause her parents were lawyers or something as well (nate had a rough upbringing in the story) & then they had gone to i think like a fundraiser or something where the triplets and the group of people they hungout with were working at the last i remember

im sorry if this isn’t enough to go off of but figured i’d give it a shot since it feels like ive searched the entire internet and cant find either of them anywhere 🥲

[equallyshaw]

So I lay in your arms and pretend that it's love | trevor zegras.

based off olivia rodrigo's song- scared of my guitar!

trevor x singer nameless oc!

not too sure if i wanna do gif's or pictures like that above..trying something new out (:

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: tbh, she's toxic...pls dont be like her.

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Perfect, easy, so good to me So why's there a pit in my gut in the shape of you? Distract myself, say it's somethin' else Maybe I'm just overwhelmed, maybe I'm confused

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for around 11 months it was pure bliss...the two of them everywhere and anywhere. onlookers looked on with smiles and hushed whispers about how 'in love' they were. the two of them moved quickly in their relationship, but nobody found anything weird with it based on how their friends watched them and how they spoke about one another in the media when asked. trevor loved bringing home flowers whenever he came back from a roadie, or just because he felt like it. he showered her with gifts from the get-go as her own life was beginning to fill with riches, as her music career took off.

but once the 1 year mark was coming closer and closer, she began to feel a sense of dread. a sense of anxiety and fear, she hadn't had before. whenever she heard his name in passing or whenever somebody asked her about him, she'd freeze and stutter; not sure what to exactly say. or what was weirder, was that she spent more and more time at her apartment in la and not at his newport house...claiming that the record label was hounding her for an album and she was working day and night, like a dog. she did whatever she could in order to not think about him may it be hanging with friends, driving up and down the coast to san diego to visit family and taking spur of the moment trips with her friends. and when people asked her what was wrong or what she was thinking about, she'd always say 'work' and every white lie that came with that topic.

but when she see's trevor sporadically, she understands why she fell in love with him in the first place. he's charming, relentlessly nerdy, incredibly kind and respectful; all of which she adores. and while basking in that feeling for a bit of time, she feels guilty about how her feelings change when she's not with him. she then chalks it up to work, and how much pressure the label is giving her. so maybe just maybe, she'll stick it out with trevor.

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Barely sleep when you sleep next to me

But I keep thinkin' I'll find a cure

I say that I'm fine, I tell you all the time

I've never felt so happy and sure

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shortly after their one year, as she stays with trevor about once or twice a week, she can't help but toss and turn all night. claiming she's just stressed and overly exhausted, and he buys it all. he buys all her, "I've never been happier" or "I've never felt so sure about something in my entire life". he buys the, "once im done with the album ill move in with you." too, yet she knows they wont last. that sickening and dreadful feeling that keeps her up at night.

she goes to all of these lengths just to keep her heart from collapsing and her conscious from crumbling above her, and yet she knows right from wrong. she know's that the one that would be hurt the most is him.

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But I'm so scared of my guitar'

Cause it cuts right through to the heart

Yeah, it knows me too well so I got no excuse

I can't lie to it the same way that I lie to you

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but then when she sits down to write and come up with the chords for a song, she cant help but cry. everything becoming too much for her, her closest friends and producer seeing right through her. her music speaking the words, she can't help but think but not say. she knows that if she lies in a song, she'd be betraying her heart and her soul. her music being her lifelong love and escape, would truly affect her relationship with it.

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So I lay in your arms and pretend that it's love

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around a year and five months, she stopped writing. she stopped playing her guitar until the early morning hours. she stopped recording, citing that she was dealing with some personal issue. once the acknowledgment of 'oh shit, i need to break things off- soon' hit her mind one day during a writing session, she knew she couldn't write or sing until she did just that. and so she made her way down the coast to newport to do just that, but when she walked inside she saw a doe-eyed and blissful trevor in her midst. she crumbled right then and there, allowing him to make their way to the bedroom. she laid in his arms, not being able to fall asleep once again; and reminding herself that she loved trevor .. or at least needed to remind herself more. was it though? at least on her part?

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I was ravin', no boy like you I had the nerve to just stop stringin' you all along But I'm not half as decent as you I'd rather be tied to someone, even if they're wrong

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trevor was the guy, she thought when they first met. she thought that they were end game and would go to the absolute ends of the galaxy to believe that, to show and make people believe it too. and after some point, she felt guilty about stringing him along and talking about their future plans together. another morning she stopped by abruptly on her way from san diego, she knew she had to break things off with him. yet when she arrived at his place, she found him making breakfast and the brightest smile she hadn't seen in awhile. he went along and continued with his breakfast but not before making a cup of coffee for her and a extra serving of his breakfast for her. before leading her over to the dining room table and held her hand as they ate. guilt crept up her spine as she looked at him, talking about something that had happened on a road trip and she felt a pang in her heart. she was a coward. rather than break the band aid and say what she'd wanted to say for months now...she let him continue to speak.

he was a better person than she was, she thought. he would have ended things a long time ago if he'd felt what she'd felt or thought. he wouldn't have continued to string her along. he was a good person like that. but her? she was half the person he was, he was a good person with good intentions. the culprit?

she didn't want to be alone.

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I make excuses, my friends know the truth is I'm not as alright as I claim I say that I'm fine, I tell them all the time As they watch all the life fade away

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the life was draining from her and her friends watched as it did. she was hiding herself away in her los angeles apartment, shortly after she stopped writing. they were all rightfully concerned with her mental health and wouldn't take the 'im fine's!" she hurled at them time and time again. they even reached out to trevor and even he could not get her to come out of her shell. though, he never got the full story of why she was like that. he dropped around unannounced before and after practice, sometimes staying the night but most times slipping out after she'd fallen asleep. but not without a soft kiss to her temple, and tiptoeing out. his family and friends grew concerned when he opted to stay in newport for the offseason. by the offseason, she'd gone back into the studio and pushed through. the studio eating up whatever she had written, and loved it all.

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I pretend that it's love, love

'Cause what if I never find anything better? The doubt always creeps through my mind So we'll stay together 'cause how could I ever Trade somethin' that's good for what's right?

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with no end in sight, she continued to push through with the relationship, trying to get back to how things were before when she was without a doubt, happy and in love. when trevor does finally leave the sunshine state to go visit family and friends, she stays up thinking about her and trevor's future. would she find anybody better than him? would she find the love that they shared early in their relationship? would she find somebody almost as arrogantly confident? somebody with an infinite passion for what they do? their (affectionately) dumb friends who adored her? and somebody with a zest for life? her journals filled to the brim that summer with what had been eating her up inside.

when trevor comes back right before the season begins, he take's her out to malibu one early morning before the sunrise. she was groggy and tired from the night before, and so when she was awoken abruptly she groaned; trying to desperately to go back to bed. trevor said that he wanted to go for a sunrise and she hummed, thinking he'd go by himself. but instead, he tickled her enough to wake her up and she dreaded getting out of bed. they drove up to malibu that September 2nd, and held one another as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. he bit the inside of his cheek, body filled with nerves and anxiety. he whispered her name to begin with, and in the most trevor and most un trevor way, he proposed. she turned around to see him with tears in his eyes and visible anxiety washed over his features. she smiled softly feeling the inside of her scream to say no and beg her to leave the life she grown used to the past mere months. her smile grew wider and faker, as she said yes. trevor had gotten her dream ring from new york, and she gushed as he pulled it out. tears swelled her eyes as she felt her heart tug at the effort he'd made for her. she was going to show him the same effort as well, even if it hurt her to no end.

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her record label demanded an ep of some new songs they knew she undoubtedly had written after she got engaged. her album release was a massive success, going #1 and platinum in many countries. her career was reaching new heights and she was engaged? she was the it girl everybody wanted to be. yet she felt so very far from it, but kept that signature smile on at all times.

she felt herself buy into the idea of marrying trevor when she saw how excited her family was when they showed up to a private dinner the very evening of her album released. they gushed and gushed over the ring and endless possibilities her and trevor could have together. she saw how good both of their families bonded and got along with one another. she could feel the pride and gratitude that oozed off of trevor that night. he loved - no absolutely adored this life the universe had bespoked upon him. the singer was just another addition. he thought he had everything before they met, but when he saw her get absolutely hammered at a party they were both invited to; he was enamored. the grace she carried herself with when dancing, talking, singing and most importantly; the love she oozed for her friends was intoxicating. he could not and never wanted to get enough of it.

the look he gave her that night was one she'd never, ever forget in this lifetime. it was how all girls wished to be looked at. the one that would spare nothing to make their partner happy. the one where you know they'd go to the ends of the earth for you and with you. it was as if she hung the moon and the stars for him.

who would pass that up?

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I let the thought in, it's already done

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she brought into the idea of going through with the wedding after the release party and found herself immersed in wedding planning. she found herself non stop traveling with trevor that summer, after a serious playoff run. she found herself thinking of their future together because lets be honest, it was there. and she couldn't help but get excited just a bit when trevor had said, that she was going to be most beautiful bride and future mom to ever grace this planet. she looked at him through the mirror and again that look, captivated and brought her in.

◦ But I lay in your arms and pretend that it's love Yeah, I lay in your arms and pretend it's enough

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their wedding was a dream. an absolute dream. hollywood and hockey royalty showed up and showed out. the wedding of all weddings. they danced the night away to taylor swift. then as a surprise, trevor and his groomesman shamelessly, did a group dance to one of her upbeat songs as she sat there blushing like a fool, covering her face in embarrassment. they spent the night basking in everybody's presence, the singer not having a second to spare a second thought about what was going to be coming in the next few months. she knew that the world and everybody in their lives would be asking about kids and what not. yet, she pushed that towards the back of her mind. she played the role of a loving and adoring newlywed. she smiled to the camera's as if there was no tomorrow. her friends actually believing that she was happy and that she had found her way back to trevor. and in a way, that was true. she felt stuck with no way out.

the couple retreated back to the ritz carlton new york hotel suite, with a bottle of very expensive champagne, thin slice pizza and new york cheesecake. after stuffing their faces in between making out, the two fell asleep. or at least trevor did. the singer looked up at the ceiling, wide awake and unable to sleep. she had played the part this long...what was another ten?

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umm....sorry about that! part two is coming at some point because i wanna hurt myself even more lmao...

please like and reblog if you did and id love to hear your thoughts too!

tags: @cuttergauthier @zegrasbabyyy @hockeyboysarehot @slafgoalskybaby @sc0tters @sweetestdesire @jayda12 @starshine-hockey-girl @cellythefloshie

[cooperscringezone]

haii and welcome to the cringe zone !! heh (insert that smug ass tiktok emoji)

im cooper and ive decided to (mostly) make my tumblr about my ocs! below you'll find more info about me and all of my super cool and awesome creations

as you already know, im cooper! if you're tryna find me... well, anywhere, i likely go by cooperscringezone on any platform. speaking of other platforms, heres my toyhouse!! i try to keep it updated, and you can see every oc i have there if you're interested in more than the few I'll frequently post here,,

im super into portal, smg4, the hunger games, ena dream bbq, fallout, minecraft story mode, etc.. i have so many more interests but i think we'd be here all day so. this is all you get for now LMAO

i also have a neat lil tag system!!

cooper.txt = text posts

cooper.ask = ask posts

cooper.art = art posts

cooper.srs = serious posts

there will probably be more later,, theyre pretty straightforward so dont worry too bad GH

now enough about me... its time to introduce my ocs !!!

> KODY 🐵

lets start off strong with a familiar face if you've been to my blog before,, CONNOR!! or.. Kody, now? changed his name, oops. i named my pressure oc Connor and didnt feel like changing it so this stupid little monkey is Kody now ehhe

Kody is an smg4 oc!! he's introduced during lawyer arc and is sort of a little brother to Kong,,

he tried to help Kong and Nintendo against the smg4 crew but ended up joining the crew in the end!! bro hated doing legal stuff and thought they all seemed cool

he doesnt rlly have much lore after that!! other than smg3 is his best friend and Karen is basically his part time mom

his posts will always be tagged with "cooper.kody"

> HALE 🪶

moving on from Kody,, I'd like to introduce Hale!! shes one of my oldest ocs that i have record of and is still being actively used in a rp!! i think shes like? 4 years old now? crazy,, maybe longer ngl

ANNYHOOWWW shes an anti-hero who helped saved the world from some creepy insane eldritch lady so thats fun!! shes also currently being exploited by someone and used as a weapon,, extra fun! later ahes gonna go insane. love that for her 💕

her story is a mess, i cant lie. but ive restarted her rp like once or twice and i love her anyway bc i basically grew up with her and OUGH i just love her

i love slowly making her more complex as i piece together her story,,

i think shes my.fav in this list HEHEHEHE

her posts will always be tagged with "cooper.hale"

ok no more of me gushing over hale you guys will see that plenty enough later

> HAYMITCH 🌵

next up is Haymitch!! hes a fallout oc, his backstory shit primarily involving Cooper Howard (from the show) plus New Vegas plot,, timeline is kinda like not thought over at all during his rp canon so ignore the fact half of his plot could not feasibly work if i put him in an actual game.. BUT IM HAVING FUN so idc. hes a ghoul,, (turned when he was 18) and grew up with cooper howard as his mentor!! after like i think a few decades or so they part ways and Haymitch ends up working in new vegas under the CREEEPPP!! that Checkers is 🥀🥀🥀.. hes another oc of mine but i dont like him enough to give him his own intro. hes a very good gunslinger, often feared over his skills. he mostly works with the regulators after fleeing new vegas and deciding to chill in the Capital,,, he also has this STUPID cowboy getup and i love him for it

his posts will always be tagged with "cooper.haymitch"

enough horsing around (gahahahahha get it cause Haymitch is a cowboy), time for my last oc intro

> JUMBLE 🎭

meet Jumble!! my favorite jester,, hate this thing,, the creature,

Jumble is actually from the same rp as Hale!! they've just never interacted,,

Jumble is a devotee to one of the Gods in the rp, Dimentio, the God of chaos and misfortune!! whom is owned by my good friend toasty..

Jumble is way over the top with its faith and it's determined to spread as much chaos and misfortune as possible!! its lore is not super flushed out yet, as it was only recently introduced, but shhhhshshhsh its still one of my favs

its posts will always be tagged with "cooper.jumble"

OKAY THATS IT thank you for reading if you have !! plsplsPLS ask questions about them so i can be normal about them, ,,

if you do ask anything please specify who its towardss,, or specify if its a question for every character,

I'll also be posting normal ass content not just asks of them,, at some point,, trust

also dont be scared to ask ME questions!! i dont bite i promise

OKAYYY BYEE 💥💥💥💥