#I KNOW THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING WILD AND WACK AND SOMETIMES STUPID BUT I FUCKING LOVE THE CHAOS

[bunny-carrothunter]

And I am living for the train wreck

Watching the miraculous ladybug fandom as someone who isn’t part of it is wild because like…there are four different ships that all only involve the same two people, everyone is freaking out because the OTP has confessed their love except it’s already happened 1204 times now and they are either too oblivious or get their minds wiped or some crap, no one can make up their minds about whether chloe is a good person or not, you watch as as it hits the top spot on tumblr trending because it’s the season finale but then a week later it’s trending again because of another episode and you’re confused and then you find out that practically the entire. series. is being released out of order

[andro-dino]

Ramble about kyonile and kyohyotsu

OURGHH MAN WHERE DO I EVEN START

kyonile make me SICK to my fucking stomach bc of how perfect they are for each other. I rlly do not draw them enough anymore and that is a crime bc I love them so much. I feel like a broken record the way I talk about the same things with them every time BUT ITS BC THOSE THINGS ARE THE THINGS THAT KEEP ME INSANE. it’s the way they instantly get along with each other and match each others energies so well. the way nile so quickly earns Kyoya’s respect and how quickly Kyoya opens up to him. the fact that Nile is so instantly able to understand the way Kyoya works and what goes on in his head better than like anyone else. Their mutual respect for each other and the fact that they can bounce off of each other so well and that their relationship is completely equal at all times is so important to me. both of them are so in tune with each other and hold so much pride and respect for the other they make me insane. I actually really like that they don’t really ever bicker or get into arguments bc it’s really just a testament to how well they know each other and mesh with each other. I like to think that Kyoya is far more willing to listen to Nile than anyone else, even if Nile says the same things as someone else. Like, if anyone else were to tell Kyoya to settle down or smth he would snap so hard at them, but if Nile were to, he might actually consider it. On Nile’s end, I like to think he’s like, a walking Kyoya translator. If Kyoya does some really wack aloof thing that makes someone pissed off and/or confused, Nile’s the first guy to be like “ah no that’s actually just his way of showing gratitude. yeah he’s just like that sometimes.” Whenever I think about them in a romantic light, I always like to think that their relationship would go exactly the same way as their friendship. Just an instant, mutual understanding that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud to be understood. I hc kyoya as not being really open to physically affection most of the time but out of all his partners, Nile’s the one he feels the most comfortable being affectionate with. It just feels so easy and natural when they’re together, it’s nice. When he’s not doing that though, he tends to be a lot more abstract and beat around the bush a lot when he’s trying to show his love and that just kinda makes Nile smile and laugh at him for being stupid. Overall, they’re nice I like them a lot <3

AND KYOHYOTSU. OURGHHHHHH KYOHYOTSU 💞💞💞💞💞

Literally the biggest brain ship I’ve ever thought of I was a genius for that. Their dynamic is so special to me I just I just I just. There’s so much to it man. Initially it started focused on Kyoya’s dynamic with the other two. Tsubasa and Kyoya are just. like. so fucking gay man. they make my brain hurt. The way their relationship starts with animosity and conflict and how it develops just drives me so wild. A lot of Tsubasa’s conflict in fusion with other characters comes from how focused he is on his mission and how much tunnel vision that ends up giving him. His seriousness develops into a kind of closed-off-ness and self isolation that makes him so hesitant to build genuine connections with others, but at the same time he cares so much for the safety and well being of others, though goes about showing it in very cryptic ways. Kyoya meanwhile, is very straightforward and all guns blazing when it comes to a lot of things and he never hesitates to show his drive, and that contrast is what makes their conflict in battle bladers so interesting to me. Tsubasa tries so hard to try and take a kind moral high ground(??) for lack of a better term, and Kyoya just absolutely is not having any of it. Despite his aggression towards Tsubasa in that moment, he’s very clearly fueled by his intense, burning passion and his drive, and that just lights a spark in Tsubasa. Kyoya is what completely changes Tsubasa’s perspective on beyblade and what ends up lighting a greater fire and passion in him that very clearly changes Tsubasa and opens him up more and it’s so important. The way that Tsubasa ends up gaining Kyoya’s respect afterwards by showing that change and how their relationship feels so much tighter because of it is so good. The way Tsubasa teases Kyoya and the way Kyoya stands by Tsubasa’s side and openly shows his support for him is just so pivotal and shows just how quickly their relationship has grown. They’re so different yet exactly the same and both of them being out so much in each other that is so important for both of them. Their rivalry and interactions bring out so much in each other and is clearly a positive driving force for them both which continues to be shown afterwards and their connection means so much to me. Their romantic dynamic has so much potential to be both incredibly sweet and endearing and extremely fucking stupid. They’re both dorks and losers who bring out the best in each other and ignite each others competitive spark which really is like the pinnacle of romance in beyblade terms but also that connection is just so. aurgh. aurghhhh <3333. Them supporting each other and taking care of each other in their own own cryptic ways is such a sweet dynamic and the ways they care about each other is just so important. I think they would have their moments of grinding each others gears, which I think just comes when they’re similar in the specific ways they are, but in the end they really do just care about each other so much. I really like to think that their relationship is built on a lot of wordless and indirect affection, both of them I think would show their love a lot more thru actions than anything else, and the little things they do for each other just instantly make sense to the other when they happen. It’s their own little way of communicating that only works because it’s these two specifically.

Kyohyo on the other hand make me want to throw both of them against the wall. THEY ARE SOOOOOOO SILLY AND STUPID AND DUMB AND LAME I HATE THEM SO MUCH 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 Honestly i started thinking about them so much bc they’re just so funny together. Both of them are so jealous of each other at first bc of both of their relationships with Gingka and it’s so funny the way they’re both like seething silently with rage. Tbh all of this is making me want to rewatch fusion bc it’s been a minute and I need to reinject them into my veins. Them going from hating each other at first to whatever the hell they’ve got going on afterwards is really entertaining to me and I care about them deeply. I think it’s really fun to look at it from Hyoma’s perspective specifically bc I feel like even tho he was hiding it with a lot of his weirdoness, he was very clearly very jealous but despite that, he still ends up bonding and growing closer with the main gang and being good friends with them, and so his aggression towards Kyoya quickly growing into endearment and affection and how he would end up reacting to that development is really interesting. Then on Kyoya’s part, I can just imagine the confusion when Hyoma starts being friendlier and more affectionate and he is just not at all prepared for it. In general i love the potential dynamic of them still occasionally lightheartedly beefing with each other and Hyoma being able to confuse and fluster Kyoya in a way no one else can.

My love of both of these ships is what initially made me think “but what if all three of them held hands” and it only got worse from there. They also ended up making me love hyotsu a lot bc I didn’t initially realize how good they are together. There’s kind of an angsty aspect to it with them both being such uniquely lonely characters who tend to hide what they’re really thinking, but I think that could really bring them together. I really like to think of them specifically as a really sweet and affectionate duo. I think of Tsubasa as someone who craves affection but doesn’t know how to go about receiving it, while Hyoma has so much love in his heart that he needs to share, and that combined makes them very sweet to each other. I think that can kinda go a lot for the trio in general, where Hyoma is usually the one initiating and Tsubasa and Kyoya go about receiving that in their own kinds of ways. There’s a lot of ways you can take their dynamic and I really love that about them. One thing that I really enjoy is that, despite the fact that I do love overly affectionate and sappy relationships in shipping, I also think when you have characters like these guys it’s interesting to explore the alternative ways they would experience romance bc I don’t think it’d be like that all the time. I really like doing this with Kyoya specifically, bc he’s definitely not one to show his affection openly and I think he would need his space a lot, but thinking about the alternative ways he can show he cares without being super openly affectionate is really nice. I think one of the biggest things for him would just be accompanying his partners in different ways. I’ve kinda mentioned these before but little things like walking with them when they have to go run errands and things, staying nearby while they’re cuddling even if he’s not in the mood for it himself, little encouraging comments and observations, just a bunch of different things that while not super obvious, are important shows of affection coming from Kyoya. Another angle I really like to take with these three is a kind of hurt/comfort focusing on Hyoma and his loneliness, and how they both amplify and quell that. I’ve written a fic about this concept that I’m still actually pretty proud of (cough cough shameless promo) and it’s just an idea I’ve thought about a lot. The loneliness part kinda just comes free with Hyoma’s character but taking it in the angle of him in a relationship, i just think it’s really interesting thinking about how much love he has for his partners and how much time he wants to spend with them that he often can’t because of how much they’re separated. Him constantly being tied to Koma while they can never be tied down at all creates a long distance relationship that just is constantly highlighting how isolated he tends to be sometimes. Though they combat this by visiting as much as they can, and every available moment, both of them make sure to love him and reassure him that they’re there for him and that they always will be and support him as much as they can and that’s just is something I think he would really need. I love all of them so dearly and they make me so incredibly sick with how cute they are together. Thank u for giving me this opportunity to be insane <3

[kurosstuff]

Fluffy Donna! Was requested hehe- also hope it was good? I literally hate this. Haha. Wtf. Also cut it short so I could get it out for you guy- got a bit stressed over this work? So.. take my attempt at soft fluff

Warning(s): angie swears again*once* cause she can and I say so. SLIGHT sexual innuendo(but its not? Someone I had read it over and said it was so-)its Angie. Other then that tooth rotting fluff

Donna Beneviento x reader: Tea time

Waking up beside the doll maker was a blessing as it was a curse. The unveiled lover curled into your side, breath slower than usual indicating she's still asleep, the arm around her moved slightly causing the women to mumble into you, clutching your shirt. In a silent yet loud way of saying "don't leave", smiling sleepily you used your other hand to brush her bangs away-Donna in turn leaned into your hand smiling, melting into your touch even while she slept.

A harsh wack from the head yanked you from the pleasant sight-looking up. Rolling your eyes jokingly at the sight. The cursed side was the rabid doll that yet again kicked your head above you, Angie laid sprawled out like a cat above you both. Mostly cured around Donna's pillow she kicked her legs yet again in her sleep. A scratchy sleep giggle escaped the doll

"Seems shes having a good dream" drawing your attention to the women in your arms, smiling up at you. Cuddling deeper into the crook of your neck. "I wish we could stay like this for the rest of the day" chuckling as you brought a hand to her messy hair- freed from her hair tie, let loose into wild knots and tangles from the tossing and turning of her sleeping- a content sigh escaped her from the head scratches you gave

"Yes. I wish that as well" you started with a hum as you pretending to think "but." Your hand froze on her head thinking aloud, her eye glanced up curiously "what would Lady Dimitrescu say? After all isn't today the date of the tea party?" At that Donna faster then usual shot up from the bed, almost falling out from the realization

-

Two minutes later you both were dressed-after the relentless teasing on your end, you decided to play it safe for now and leave your beloved alone for the moment. "You know love, this is my favorite time of the day, waking up in your.. arms" she spoke blushing from the attempted compliment. Nevermind your earlier self agreement teasing seemed.. to work in your favor sometimes

"Oh? I have to agree" you spoke placing the comforter 'perfectly' on the bed, turning to face her "mine is when the sun bleeds into the room, engulfing you in its light" slowly walking towards her you wrapped your arms around her waist slowly swaying "the light of my day"

"That I have to disagree with" Donna spoke leaning back in your arms smiling "you are the light of my day." Bringing a thing ling finger down the side of your haw tilting it to her face smiling. Grasping your jaw in her firm steady hand the cool radiating off it "my love, you bring so much happiness in my life-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT- TELL ME TO GET OUT BEFORE YOU DO ALL THIS" a loud shirlly voice gagged at the sight of you guys flirting "MY GOD WHAT A NIGHTMARE" running out of the room, you both laughed at her reaction separating from one another

-

After getting ready for the day, Donna reached for your hand giving it a gentle squeeze before you both walked out hand in hand. "So what do you think she has planned?"

"Not sure.. she may try to get the rest of the cake from last night" Donna spoke-glancing over towards you with a shrug, drawing a gentle laugh from you "or she could try getting you to eat plywood again" a almost smug smile appeared on Donna's face at the comment

"Oh come on love, that was one time" you grimaced at the memory, one of the first nights living in the manor and somehow Angie convinced you that this 'cookie' she made was a gift from the lady of the house. What a fool you were-you should have guessed but- with it being so late you chalked it up for a stupid sleepy moment.

You can still imagine her cackles after you ate it- the only good thing out of it was that being the first time hearing Donna's voice. Even though it was just her saying "oh my" that voice, the calm deep voice made you happy for make fool of yourself.

Even eating plywood

You still aren't sure how you didn't break any teeth from it either-

"-/N? Hey love are you ok?" Snapping back into the present you looked beside you, Donna looked concerned like something was wrong, worry written in her face but most of all-the nervousness in her eye showed how concerned she really was, other then the indicator of her twitching hand-a way for her to show her emotions through her hands, a habit she picked up before she felt comfortable to not wear her veil "what's on your mind?"

"You" the automatic response made you both freeze, before giving your hand a squeeze she looked away with a slight blush-caught off guard with such a bold move.

-

Entering the kitchen, Angie was running about yelling- pans and water flinging everywhere with a bang. "Angie calm down we're here" you tried blaming her but, that seemed to just wild her up even more proceeding with her jumping onto the kitchen counter, knowing what she was going to do you ran over to her only to catch her in time

"Ok no sweets for you today missy" you gently scolded the Rowdy doll who grumbled in your arms, placing her down Angie ran to the table sitting holding the fork and knife(plastic, you learned your last mistake, no more starwars for her that's for sure) smiling at the childlike doll you jokingly rolled your eyes.

Placing the plate of glazed donuts onto the table Angie quickly snatched two cutting into it viciously then proceeded to mimick eatting it, siting down beside Donna who grabbed your hand gently rubbing the back of it with her thumb, "eat slower dear. We have a tea party scheduled today remember?" Donna spoke quietly in an attempt to remind the doll-who froze

"...did you guys think it was today?" Angie stated uncharacteristically calm before laughing loudly "TODAY? HAHA THE TALL GIRLY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BOTH IF THAT WAS THE CAS-" She laughed before choking the fork in her mouth going too deep, coughing it up it flew hitting the ground with a thump. "Ow."

"Oh Angie" you said kneeling down to the child doll, bringing the napkin to her face to dab it gently, from the look she gave-if she could she would have rolled her eyes at you. "Please eat slower or you'll choke"

"Choke?" Angie said before giggling, the same one everyone knew. Not anything good "kinda like how Donna choked on-"

"ANGIE" Donna yelled strained, face flushed. A loud cackling was heard before the quiet pitter patter of footsteps rushed off "I swear she will be the death of me" shaking her head she looked away to watch her as she ran

"She is a riot that's for sure" standing up you picked the dishes stacking them on one another, going over to the sink you gently placed them in as you started to wash them.

Coming up from behind you Donna wrapped her arms around your waist, "Let me help love" she whispered in your ear making you shiver in response. Chuckling softly she pulled away grabbing a plate, washing it beside you. Glancing to the women beside you, a smile came across your face.

The quiet nature combined with the.. rowdy if you'd call it nature of Angie it made life interesting to say the least. Glancing to your lover to the doll who helped you both seal the deal. It made it worth it, You'd never give this life up for anything.

[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

Donna and Angie’s relationship with the Dimitrescu daughters Part 2 (while they are kids)

Overall:

- Mom Ver. 2.0! The daughters ADORE Donna and have mistakenly called her “mom” a few too many times. They all also regard Angie as another sister.

- Protective little feral bug colonies, they might be tiny but they’ll buzz aggressively whenever someone steps too close to Donna or Angie.

- They’re still learning how to use their swarming abilities. Donna and Angie help them in different ways with this obviously.

- Bed time stories with cookies yes please! Lots of family baking time too, Alcina had to scold Donna a few times for feeding her daughters so many treats.

- Both Donna and Angie teach the daughters how to read and write.

- The kids are TERRIFIED of spiders, they learn how to deal with them when they grow up but as children they will scream and duck for cover behind Donna and Angie at the sight of one.

DONNA

Bela:

- Definitely the kid who tries too hard to grow up fast. Donna constantly has to remind her that it’s okay to be a kid and do childish things because she is a kid.

- Despite this, as a child, Bela was surprisingly SUPER dependent and followed Donna around like a lost fruit bat baby.

- Like seriously the baby wouldn’t even eat unless Donna was directly bottle/spoon feeding her.

- Yes her sisters still tease her about it.

- The first one to be in Donna’s lap for bedtime stories. Will shove her sisters off.

- Definitely learned how to read and speak by reading aloud for Donna and listening to her read back.

- But also because of this Bela was the last to speak, she stayed selectively mute as a kid and didn’t learn much of everyday conversation.

- Models for Donna! The kid who asked for her to make outfits with specific designs. Both Donna and Bela still have some of the clothes, and Bela has asked Donna to make adult versions of some of them.

Cassandra:

- Oh yeah, she’s the kid that’s frying ants with a magnifying glass or chasing squirrels up a tree- Donna constantly needs to keep an eye on her.

- Picnics are either sweet and relaxing or spent trying to get Cass down a tree.

- But also because of this, Donna learned how to climb them and sometimes she’ll join Cass in the branches.

- Oddly relaxing.

- The kid who hates being dressed up or pampered at any degree, definitely hisses at Donna whenever she wipes her lips after a meal. The never ending rebellious phase(tm).

- Cass is definitely still a rambler as a kid, the first to speak (coherently) and never shuts up.

- Donna enjoys listening to the little child talk about how she’ll rip off a squirrels tail.

- Surely it’s just child stuff right?

Daniela:

- The second to speak but technically the first cuz she’s the kid who growls and grunts like a fucking animal at everything as a way of communication.

- Donna still knows what certain noises mean and it’s a secret communication between the two of them to this day.

- Definitely the most attention hungry, will climb up Donna’s dress or fall down from the top of the doorframe where she perched waiting.

- Fights with Bela for the spot of Donna’s lap during bedtime stories.

- Begs Donna to make toys for her, she has every single one of them still! Has to sleep cuddling with one of them. Donna still makes her new ones.

- The first child to start the whole “bring random shit to show mom” trend that the sisters all do today.

- Donna still haves a lot of the random stuff Daniela brought/showed her as a kid.

- Also the kid who acted most like a cat.

ANGIE

Bela:

- They’re always hugging, because of how dependent Bela was as a kid, if Donna wasn’t holding her then it’s Angie.

- Definitely the kid who enjoyed listening to Angie’s nonsense rambling.

- Angie’s the one who makes Bela acts more like a kid. As much as it’s trouble for Alcina and Donna, it’s also a relief to know that Bela is enjoying her childhood while she still can.

- Makes accessories with Angie from paper and cardboard for the stupid roleplays all the kids are doing.

- Bela developed her scientific mind as a kid because of Angie, she’ll convince the doll easily to go through all her wack experiments.

- She was skittish and jumpy as a kid, so Angie taught her to be brave and courageous.

Cassandra:

- Squirrel chasing buddies!

- They’re both causing havoc in the trees, the poor birds and squirrels.

- Angie’s the one who gives Cass the terrible ideas.

- The one to teach Cass how to write too, they have similar handwriting to this day.

- Also the one who teaches Cass the bad words and how to fight/hunt, Cass refined the moves as she grows.

- They used to greet each other by striking weird poses and making noises.

Daniela:

- Oh no don’t leave these two alone.

- They were so much more chaotic as kids because Daniela was smaller- lots of nights spent frantically searching the castle for these two.

- One brain cell? Nah they shared a fraction of a brain cell.

- They made their own language, still use it, and it literally consists of animalistic screeching and wild hand gestures.

- But they do eventually learn to greet each other normally, and by normally I mean yelling profanities and insults at each other from across the room.

- If you want Daniela to do something as a kid, you needed Angie with her too. She would never do anything otherwise.

Feel free to add on<3

[lord-explosion-baku]

Yandere Warlock!Monoma x insecure witch!reader

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, suggestive themes, hinted dubcon scenario, light violence

A/N: THIS WAS RUSHED AS HECK. Like when I say that, the story just moves along really fast and I’m hhhh sorry about it. This is the first thing I’ve ever written for Monoma though! Fun stuff! Also ahhhh I’m not loving the way the reader reacts to how Monoma treats her. I’m so used to writing the reader with a hint of ANGERY BASTARD inside but I figured that if she’s insecure, and wack enough to fix a love potion for someone, this might be natural for someone like her?? Idk dood. I love magic and I am a newt.

“Tell me you love me…”

You’d spent so much of your time yearning for Neito Monoma, wondering if he’d ever give you the time of day. It was wild and unexpected of you to crush so hard for someone as arrogant as that warlock; usually types that constantly had to one up everybody irked the living hell out of you, especially since you were too modest by nature, too nervous to ever give yourself any credit when you’d excel, but Monoma paid you a few compliments here and there. He smiled at you during passing periods and even told you he liked the way you cast your spells. You thought that maybe he was this way with all the other witches, even so, he made you feel less obscure, visible to even a stronger caster such as him. You had no idea that he’d reciprocate your feelings, at least, until it was too late.

It was a simple potion, you couldn’t even call it a love potion. Sure, you may have added some reagents that had similar properties one would put in a love potion, but it wasn’t supposed to be for “love.” You just wanted to be more recognized by him. And woof, after you’d slipped that potion into his morning pumpkin juice, you were for sure recognized.

Things started out fine. You had stumbled upon Monoma in the school gardens, a place he rarely studied but it was one of your main haunts. He was sifting through flowers, making an eclectic bouquet full of different varieties of your flora friends. When he’d caught you staring at him, he gave you a bashful smile that nearly melted your heart.

“I was hoping this would be a surprise,” he said, tying a black ribbon around the bouquet that made the various colors of each petal pop out more. He held the bouquet out to to you and when you took it, his long warm fingers lingered of yours. Clear blue eyes scanned your face, lingering on your lips before you brought the bouquet to your nose to take in the sweetened aroma. “The prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.”

After that, you spent so much more time with Monoma. He seemed pretty normal to you other than how often you caught him staring at you from across the classroom. He’d leave you cute little notes, if you could call them notes; honestly, they were a bit more like sonnets than anything, and he’d bring you nice gifts and pay you sweet compliments. He made you feel special. You had never known that someone who spent most of his time boasting about his power and shutting everyone else down had such a way with words! He was nearly the perfect boyfriend.

Until he started to get a little more creative with his gift giving. You’d find roses left on your pillow when you returned back to your dorm room after a hard day’s work. Warlocks weren’t permitted to enter the witch’s dorms but somehow Monoma figured out a way past certain enchantments. You thought it was cute that he was willing to break some rules for you. After you told him that you were interested in brewing a certain master level potion that required fairies blood, a super rare rageant that not even Aizawa, your potion’s professor, could get his hands on, Monoma came to you with a box full of four vials of fairies blood. That was a bit excessive. The potion only called for a tiny bit.

Monoma grew more violent towards other warlocks in your life as well. He’d hexed your best friend, Hanta Sero, giving him octopus arms after Sero carelessly threw his arm around your shoulders in the main hall, right in front of Monoma and sometime after Kaminari asked you what you saw in your new, probably too invested boyfriend, Kami’s lips were seen sewn shut for about four hours until a professor figured out how to reverse the curse. Kaminari never told you how it happened, but after everyone who was supposed to be your friend started avoiding you, you kinda figured you knew what was going on.

On top of everything else, he was advancing on your hardcore. You enjoyed the attention, in fact, you craved it, but you weren’t ready to go all the way with him and he was beginning to get really pushy. When you didn’t do whatever he wanted, he’d get frustrated, accusatory, he’d make you feel guilty about things you never did! Claiming that you weren’t faithful to him seemed like his favorite thing to do and the only way to get him to stop was for him to use a strange truth spell on you, one that you were always afraid would work so you’d tell him about the potion you slipped him, though the questions he asked never lead to that. Once he was satisfied with your answers, he’d litter your neck and body in hickeys, little bruising love marks to make sure that if you weren’t committed enough, everyone else knew that you belonged to him.

So you knew you had to confront him.

Walking up the steps of the astronomy tower, your shared secret spot with Monoma, the place you’d use to make out amongst other things without being caught by any school faculty, you gripped the note you’d written out for Monoma tightly in your trembling hands, trying to steady your breath. You knew what you’d done and you had to admit to Monoma that you were responsible for how he was acting. Aizawa always said that you shouldn’t mess around with love when it came to magic. You didn’t think you were when you’d made that potion, but deep down, you knew what you were going for. This was your stupid mistake and you had to right your wrongs. You shoved the note in your pocket and opened the astronomy room door.

Monoma was already there, standing by the extravagant telescope, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re late,” he said, hands latching onto your hips immediately. “I was beginning to think that I was going to have to fetch you.”

Instantly, he yanked you close so your body pressed flush up against his, and he turned so your back was against the wall. His body felt… warmer than usual.

“I missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. Almost instantly his tongue slid out and he licked a strip up your neck to your ear, making you shudder against him. “Don’t make me wait for you again, angel. I can’t stand not seeing you.”

He squeezed your hips before trailing a hand up to the edge of your shirt, thumb gently caressing the skin underneath. “How are you?” He asked, playfulling toying with the elasticity of your skirt.

“Um- I’m okay,” you stammered, catching his hand in yours that only made him smirk as he brought the back of your wrist to his lips.

“Just okay?” He lifted a brow, brushing his lips across your skin. “Better now that I’m here?” He closed his eyes and breathed you in. “Oh!...” you took in another long whiff. “You got a new perfume…”

He brought your arms to hang around his neck, keeping your gaze locked into his. You wondered if he could tell just how guilty you were just by looking at you. “Did my sweet girl have a bad day?”

“I’ve just been… a little stressed, is all.”

“Mmmm, I can tell,” he mused, “lucky for you, I know the perfect way of relieving tension.”

You bit your lip, dreading the blood that undoubtedly rushed to your face. Even if Monoma wasn’t all there, he still made your heart jump, especially when he got himself riled up.

“Sound nice?” He smirked, leaning closer back to your face. “I’ll be gentle. You know I only want to take care of you, right?”

“Neito,” you began, turning your head away from his cool, mint scented breath. “N-not right now…”

He scoffed. It was too easy to aggravate him and pissing him off was a dangerous game to play. He never… forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but he was not above throwing fits. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you? Honestly Y/N, you’ve been acting strange for weeks, and if you don’t want me to show you just how much I love you, then you might as well come out and tell me who you’ve been fucking already.”

“Neito!” You shot him an incredulous look. “I haven’t been sleeping with anybody! You know I’m a-!”

“Who is it? You can tell me,” he cut over you, not bothering to hear you out. “You know I’ll always forgive you, but I want to know what filth has been tarnishing what’s mine.”

“Nobody, Neito! I’ve never had sex!”

“Was it Todoroki? I saw him talking to you after your Charms class.”

“He was lending me notes! I missed classes because I was with you!” Jesus, you hadn’t even seen Monoma after you had charms, he was like some kind of obsessive ninja.

“It better not have been that trash, Katsuki Bakugou! He’s been eyeing you since the moment he saw that you were with me. I bet he can’t stand seeing me have something that he doesn’t!”

“You’re not listening to me!” You cried, moving your hands from his back to gently cup his face. You watched as his eyes went from feral and angry to soft and loving as you drew your thumbs across his lips, trying to ease him back to his senses. “Neito, nobody’s been talking to me… even if they were, I’d let them know there’s only one guy for me. I… really liked you, Neito. I liked you enough that I did something very wrong and it has hurt you and for that, I’m sorry. ”

“Hurt me?” He didn’t understand.

“I spiked your drink with a love potion. I thought it would just make you notice me, but now everything is wrong!”

The pregnant pause between you and Monoma was nearly deafening. He lifted his hand to neatly place over yours, his body hot. His eyes searched yours, seeming to register what you were saying. But his eyes lied.

“Liked?” His hands tightened over yours. “As in past tense?”

“That’s not the point and not really what I meant-!”

“Oh, darling, don’t be cute with me right now. I’m thinking!”

You only realized how hard you were shaking when he pulled away from you to let you breathe. Monoma ran his fingers through his hair, messing up its usually neat style. He let out an exaggerated sigh and began to pace. You brought the note out of your pocket. If he couldn’t understand your words, maybe it’d make more sense to him if he’d read them?

You reached out for his shoulders, he tensed at your tender touch for a moment before relaxing against you. You hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back and held the note out in front of him. “Please read it,” you asked, muffled by his blazer.

Gingerly, he took the note out of your hand. He read it over; it basically said all that you had done, when you did it, and why you did it. You noticed his back growing damp and you only realize that you were crying when he turned to face you, with an unreadable expression.

Monoma’s thumb found your cheek and he wiped away an escapee tear you hadn’t intended to let him see. He sighed and watched your lips part, a natural, possible submissive instinct you’d picked up since you started dating the warlock. “I love you, Y/N,” he muttered, trailing his warm, now shaking fingers down to your chin. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

“I-I know.” You forced yourself to speak even though your skin was nearly vibrating from anxiety. “And-“ you gulped “-It’s all my fault. But I’m going to fix this, Neito. You won’t have to hurt… anymore.”

Monoma’s hand found your neck, his touch tentative and gentle at first until his fingers wrapped around you and he started to squeeze.

“You know?” He demanded, his face inching closer towards yours. “If you know how much pain I’m going through, then why the hell are you trying to push me away? Why don’t you ever say you love me back? Why is my angel lying to me?!”

“I’m not,” you squeaked back, pulling on his arm but that only encouraged him to back you up against the wall again.

“I’m going to make you tell me who’s making you say these things to me and then I’m going to have you watch as I strap them to a chair and set them on fire!”

“N-no, Neito,” you choked out as he began to raise you against the wall. The corner of your eyes started to blacken as you stared into the raging blue irises of the crazed blonde.

“I’ve done so much for you, Y/N, and I’ve asked so little in return!” He scoffed at the pathetic, reddened face you were making. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer. “Tell me who it is, Y/N. Tell me who it is or I swear I’ll kill every last warlock, hell, every last caster in this whole goddamn school!”

“Aizawa!” You cried out, noting the shifting black figure across the tower windows.

Monoma blinked, registering who you had named. He was silent for a moment, not noticing the older warlock muttering an incantation behind him.

“Filthy slut,” Monoma finally seethed. “You like older men, then? I bet he gets a kick out of that, taking advantage of something so pure-“ he dropped you to the floor “-so fragile.”

Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t manage to look at him and didn’t dare look at Aizawa while he was preparing a spell without Monoma noticing.

“I bet you call him daddy before he makes you choke on his cock, huh?” Monoma grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Once I rid the world of him, I’ll make you do everything you've done to him to me. I’ll be your daddy then, and you’ll be my dirty. little. princess.” He laughed dryly, yanking your head closer to his crotch. “But why wait until then when I have my pretty angel on her knees all ready for me?”

“That won’t be happening.” Aizawa’s low voice sounded across the room. Before Monoma could even turn, Aizawa muttered something in Latin and your boyfriend’s arms were magically bound together and he fell to his knees beside you.

You grabbed Monoma before he could topple over onto the floor, hugging him tightly, whispering ‘I’m sorry’s’ over and over again. Monoma looked at you incredulously before thrashing around in your embrace as Aizawa approached the two of you.

“Obsessive and violent behavior, attempted assault on a student,” Aizawa sighed. “This is exactly why you don’t screw around with love magic, little witch.”

You wiped at your wet face, looking up to your teacher. “You knew?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then why,” you sniffed, looking apologetically bac to Monoma leering next to you, “why didn’t you do something sooner?”

“We have to from our mistakes by facing the consequences,” he said as if your situation were so simple. A potion vial appeared in his hand. “Now it's time to take care of your mistake. Step back.”

You looked to Monoma who had his lip curled up at your teacher. His eyes flicked to you. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before scooching away from the writhing warlock.

“Stay away from me!” Monoma snarled at Aizawa as he got a bit closer.

“You need to drink this,” Aizawa said to him, “it’s going to cure you of your ailments.”

“Lying pig!” Monoma all but screeched at your teacher. It burned you to see him this way. This was all your fault, all your fault. “You just want her for yourself!”

Monoma’s eyes once again found yours as he pleaded, “angel don’t do this to me. You love me right? I love you… tell me you love me baby, just this once— KEEP YOUR HOBO HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Monoma kicked his legs up, nearly knocking the vial out of Aizawa’s hands. Your teacher sighed, “at this rate, it might be better to just knock him out.”

“I dare you to try,” the blonde growled.

“Neito, please,” you silently begged, “this is only going to help you.”

Monoma answered you with feral noises, he was practical foaming at the mouth, being over dramatic and kicking himself away from his threat, even while Aizawa backed off and waited for your go ahead.

“If you do this for me-“ you inhaled, heart beating rapidly against your chest “-I’ll do anything and everything you want.” Though, you were sure that after this, Monoma would want nothing to do with you. “I promise you, Neito, anything.”

Monoma scowled at you. “You promise?” He asked. “Anything?”

Another tear fell to your cheek. You nodded.

He finally let up. He stopped his squirming and Aizawa could finally get close to him. Monoma didn’t fail to warn Aizawa that he was going to “be the end of him,” before Aizawa popped the vial into his mouth, and Monoma drained it dry, all while keeping his glare on you.

Minutes passed. You stayed on the floor, allowing silent tears to roll off your face while Aizawa stood cross armed, watching the motionless Monoma intently. Finally, Monoma groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“How are you feeling?” Inquired Aizawa.

“I…” Monoma winced. “My head feels like it’s splitting in half…”

“That’s to be expected.”

Guilt hung on your shoulders. Still, you managed to reach out to Monoma’s legs. His eyes opened, he looked right at you, then down to the floor, crossing his legs closer in to himself.

“You should probably go,” Aizawa said to you.

You never wanted this. You never wanted Monoma to be hurt, never wanted him to be obsessive or possessive, never wanted to feel how did you now. You just wanted him to recognize you so you did something vile to him and now you had to live with your guilt and your shame. Now you had to live with Monoma hating you. And you carried your guilt all the way home, using it to cry yourself to sleep.

~

You didn’t go to school the next day. You would have to face your problems sooner or later but after the night you had, you couldn’t face Monoma or Aizawa or anybody else who would without a doubt know about the heinous act you pulled.

You went into town, trying your hardest to forget about who you were, but whenever you saw a couple holding hands or simply exchanging glances, your heart stung. You managed to split Monoma’s head in half while you simultaneously ripped your heart to shreds. It was what you deserved.

Your legs felt heavy as you crawled into bed. You hardly had enough energy to kick your sheets over your body. You thought you just about drained yourself of all of your tears, but when your head hit the pillow, they came rushing back to you. You could only hide for so long. You were going to have to go to school tomorrow.

Sleep crept its way into your bedroom all the while another force snuck its way in. You were busy having a dream of being forced into a cauldron, when a heavy weight was pushed onto your torso. Your eyes snapped open and you found yourself face to face with Neito Monoma.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, a sickly sweet smile crawling across his face. “You were so still, so… perfect… Did you know you talk when you sleep?”

“Monom-!” Before you could get his full name out, Monoma’s lips locked into yours. He moaned as he kissed you, fingers wrapping around your wrists and bringing them up above your head. He took your breath away, but it wasn’t all that uninvited. You had missed him.

He pulled away, sighing as he took in your flustered physique. His body pressed down harder on you and you were finding your breathing to be a bit strained. He was crushing you.

“I waited for you today,” he mused, peppering kisses down your collarbone. “It seems I’m always waiting for you…”

“What… are you doing here?”

“I’m hurt you even have to ask,” he chuckled sarcastically. “Don’t you remember the promise you made me before making me drink that poison?”

You promised him you’d do anything he wanted. “But the potion was supposed to change you back…”

“It didn’t work,” he said thoughtlessly while his hand slid down to palm you breast.

“W-wait!” You grasped his hand but his merely pushed your arm back down, pulling his knees up to hold your sides tightly.

He glowered down at you. “What I mean to say is, the first potion you slipped me didn’t work.” He smirked. “Do you think that I’m so much of a fool that I couldn’t tell that a drink of mine had been spiked? I was insulted at first, of course, but your actions did give me incentive to pursue you. I’ve always had these feelings for my little angel, and soon, you will too.”

In one swift motion, Monoma held both of your hands back with one of his, while the other pressed glass against your lips. Cold liquid was forced down your throat. Panicking, you swallowed, making Monoma grin and coo, “good girl.”

You coughed when he pulled the vial away from you. He hushed you and kissed your forehead. “Things will be better this way,” he whispered as your body began to shake. “You’ll see me just as I see you. We just have to wait a few minutes.”

Your head spun and it felt like your body was sinking into your bed. Your mind was clouding over and there was nothing you could do about Monoma’s wet, hot, hungry kisses across your body. But in a matter of minutes, just like he said, it wasn’t of any negative concern. Your head, along with your heart, was changing.

“Neito,” you sighed his name and leaned up against your bed.

Monoma placed a tender kiss on your stomach before looking up at you with the most dazzling and brilliant blue eyes. You lifted your hand out to him and he wove his fingers through yours.

“Is my angel ready to make good on her promise?” He asked. You nodded and he grinned, crawling up your bed to level his head with yours. “Then let’s start with one simple request,” he said before brushing his lips against yours.

“Tell me you love me.”

~

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Wolf Taming Chapter 28

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping  - Manipulation  

Eos

That little bitch drugged her.

I wasn’t sure what she used so I couldn’t even bring her out of it. Who knew how long Callidora would be out of it. Then she just had to go the extra mile and break the collar. I wasn’t going to use it, I wanted it as a prize. I’d hang it on my wall. But whatever. I’d let her keep the only thing she had left that gave her any connections to her previous pet. She had the cage and pet bed and all those other things. But it was the collar that inspired that little sneak to snipe Callidora from under me. Just hours before I tried putting in my request that fuck up of a filly put in her own. Z had done little more than piss me off since the second I laid eyes on her.

I watched the countryside fly by as I was driven back home. A hour and a half drive back to the farm. I had tried to get Z a home closer by so I could keep a closer eye on her. But the stupid filly never did what she was supposed too. 

I looked very extensively into her because she was fairly fascinating. A history of being a runaway, at one point vanishing for an entire year before she was found. She got into college on some scholarships, she was apparently smart but began to suffer from the stress.

The stupid jade should have been thankful for getting a purpose as lovely as being a filly in my stable. It’s not like she was doing anything but failing out of college. Callidora could have had a future. But Z? No family. No prospects. She had a single friend that she was actively isolating herself from. She was nothing short of the perfect target. If she vanished literally no one would ask about her.

I first saw the runt just walking down the street. I just watched her walk. Her gait was lovely. She would have made such a lovely show pony back then. So slender and sweet. She was so nervous back then. Demure. Mousey even. Her eyes were so bright. She was skittish about being touched, but she would melt if someone showed her even a little kindness. I could only assume that's why she latched onto that friend of hers. 

At the time I was so sure that with a little guidance she would still be the same after her capture. With a little positive reinforcement I was sure she’d want to be a pony. She’d want to please me just to have my attention. I wanted to see what she looked like looking at me with blinders on and a bit gag in. I had already bought her outfit before the failed capture. A lovely red latex outfit that would show her off wonderfully. She seemed to have the perfect temperament for a show pony. You had to have someone who wanted to be a show pony. Hesitation or rebellion made them worthless. It had been years since I had a good one. A show pony was one of the most expensive slaves you could buy because of how rare it was to find the perfect person. Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I should have just lured her myself, I’m sure if I had just asked her to come with me with some nice words she would have followed me. I was so sure she would have begged to have my lead on her, to be adorn with my emblem. I was never wrong. But I decided to do it by the book. There was no reason to believe that Z would react the way she did, it should have been the easiest job in the world. Grab her off the street. Keep her hidden away for a few hours until she could be picked up. 

But the retrieval team somehow fucked up. 

I desperately wanted to know what happened that night. Only Z and the retrieval team knew and the retrieval team wasn't in any shape to tell us. I told them to handle my show pony as gently as they could. But whatever happened snapped inside of my beautiful Callisto’s head and she turned into… whatever creature she was now. My lovely filly had gone feral and with it all of the adorable nervous charms that would have wowed the judges were replaced by paranoia. Her temperament as a show pony was shattered. 

It’s good the capture team had fallen into comas. If they weren’t I’d have put them in one myself. Those idiots cost me a slave worth easily half a million dollars.

Part of me believed that it was still there somewhere though. Buried deep. I was never wrong, Z was just some twisted version of Callisto. Some annoying defense mechanism. I was sure that if someone just took away her choices and forced her into a submissive position at all her act would just crumble and she’d fall into line. It was so easy it was to get her to call me Mistress Eos before I left.

I had hoped to sweep the sting of her failed capture under the rug when she was ultimately brought in for the “visitor debriefing” after her failed capture. I was sure she would be given the usual choice of imprisonment, breaking or death. But they just had to offer her a membership. Not that she appreciated the honor. Not that she cared. She couldn’t even be bothered renaming herself. No she left it blank because she wanted to go somewhere else.

I thought getting her a job in the Auction House would keep her out of my sight. I went there a lot to sell my ponies, but I didn’t think I’d ever see her. She disliked open spaces. She had no money for housing yet. If I got her a room down there she’d spend all her time going between her room and her work and nowhere else until she had a breakdown over her work. That is until Briar stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. 

Most of the people offered membership in the way she suffered a breakdown if they did breaker work. They didn’t have the mental fortitude for it. Then they could have their membership revoked. If you aren’t strong enough to be a member you’re a slave. Real members like myself didn’t need to worry about such things. Our memberships were safe. Memberships like Z’s could be seen as jokes sometimes. A temporary visitor’s pass into our grand world. But it would eventually be ripped up and you’d join the world in a different way.

But then they gave that nothing a goddamn epithet. One of the biggest honors you can receive! And what did she do to deserve it? Just inflicting fucked up punishments on her victims. So fucking clever. I worked for years to get mine and that urchin got one in months. I wonder if I would have gotten it faster if I just kept filling up ponies with ice water while I kept them sleep deprived for a week?

I had worked so hard to keep her isolated after that. Freaks like Rayne started taking an interest in her. That wouldn’t do. Z didn’t need someone like that around, it would make her problem worse. It would just reinforce that Z was who she was when that obviously wasn’t true. She didn’t really need anyone around. She didn’t really deserve it. Once she got a house it was so much easier to keep her under watch. No one ever came, few people ever talked to her. Just me and occasionally Satori. 

We pulled into the farm. Wild Acres Pony Ranch. Started by my grandmother. Now it all belonged to me. I saw a group of stable hands standing around the vehicle that was carrying my precious Callidora. Jude parted from the group and came to my car and opened the door for me.

She was the only person on the farm aside from Mimi that I trusted to do anything. She was my first purchase I was allowed to make as a real member of the society. That night was quite the celebration. I was recognized as Mistress Eos and to celebrate I went to the loser’s auction. She was the last item up for auction. She was pulled up onto the stage in shame like all the others, disowned by her family for her failure. But, disowned or not, seeing your daughter owned by your direct competitor would probably sting. She was lovely enough. Nothing spectacular about her looks, but she was strong. Grey eyes. Black hair that she had cut short at the time. So eager to please me. I could only assume one thing, she had failed her test on purpose.

She found her purpose in life on my farm. A permanent metal collar around her neck with two equally permanent bracelets around her wrists. All with my emblem on them. My only slave that willing accepted my brand. Displayed proudly on her sternum.

“Good morning Mistress Eos. I’m glad to see you have returned. We’ve set up some options for your new slave based on some ideas you had. Is there anything you’d like us to do right now? We can prepare your new toy right away if you desire.” She held out her hand and helped me out of the car.

“She’s drugged and won’t be in a position to do anything for awhile.” I didn’t hide how pissed off I was. Who knows how long I’d have to wait to start enjoying myself.

Jude and I made our way to the van carrying Callidora. Jude stayed quite and fell into line, unlike some slaves she understood her place. I’m sure her gentle hand would be useful in teaching Callidora how she was expected to act.

There were so few ways to hurt Z. I honestly didn’t think she’d react much to physical violence, her reaction to what Callidora did to her in her backyard made that obvious. Z could handle physical pain. I felt you could tie her down and whip her and she’d have little reaction to it. She didn’t care if she got hurt. You can’t hurt someone who doesn’t care about themself.

No, there were only two ways I found that made her upset. You could dig deep and find some insecurity she was hiding and wack it. She became a petulant child when you did that. Obstinate and angry. It was fun watching her reach the edge of a meltdown just by mentioning Bridget. I couldn’t help but be curious what would happen when she reached the limits of what she was capable of handling emotionally. It probably wouldn’t be a hard limit to hit, just mentioning Bridget was enough to almost send her over the edge. Would she lash out? Break down and cry? Throw a tantrum? It was hard to tell what someone like her would do, she had no idea how to handle her emotions. Maybe she’d just shut down without a way of coping with those feelings. I just wanted to keep pushing those buttons to find out. Maybe a full on meltdown was what was needed to help me shift through the trash that was Z and find what remained of Callisto. But there would be time for that. I could push her buttons in other ways. Ways I ultimately thought would make her so much more upset than what my words could.

I opened the back of the van and looked inside at the slumbering Callidora. This was the second way. Taking something away from her. I’m not sure what Z saw in Callidora. She was strong, sure. She was quite pretty but not my particular definition of beautiful. Z had her choice of slaves and this is who she became enamored with.

“Chain her down and inform me of the very moment she wakes up. I’ll be introducing her to Wild Acres personally. She’s to remain untouched until I say so.”

Callidora was one of the few things she actually cared about. I could hear it in her voice when she talked about her before her capture. I could see how gently she treated her despite the danger.

I could see her heart breaking when I ripped Callidora away from her.

If I couldn’t punish Z for all of her misbehavior I’d punish the only thing she was capable of caring about. It was the only way she’d learn her place.

[flamebrain]

mattfoggy hcs, straight from the bastard empire sorry these all read like shitepostes(L O N G post under cut you’ve been warned)

WTNV au:

nightvale is just populated by like. vigilantes and other poewered people and foggy shoes up one day like. hey anyone need a lawyer? and the whole town falls in love w him

MURDERDOCK IS KEVIN

matt does radio and talks about foggys perfect hair and perfect teeth and foggy calls in like "heh, thanks dude, but aren't you like blind?" and matt shuts the call off immediatley

everybody knows matt is daredevil because he makes wink wink nudge nudge comments about it like 'ah. it appears that an entity has appeared near the dog park. castle appears to be on the scene now, and...ok, he's got a gun. i cant do anything about that, but my pal (noises of him scrambling and obviously knocking things over) daredevil might be able OKHERESTHEWEATHER" and it cuts off and like. he shows up 5 seconds later to kick frank in the face for using lethal measures AGAIN

EVERY TIME IT CUTS TO THE WEATHER AND THEN CUS BACK AND THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN SOLVED ITS JUST MATT. like. breathing just a little heavier than normal into the mic like. 'so it appears uh. the issue has been resolved thanks again to daredevil and his pal moon knight. such a shame i had to cower under my desk while the weather was on. ok goodnight'

the funky thing abt nightvale in this au is that it's basically just like. new york from 616 but foggy's like. from our earth so he's like HWAT THE FUCK AND AHIT IS GOING ON IN HERE ON THIS DAY AND WHY CANT I LEAVE he gets kidnapped by super villains on like his second day in town and immediatley regrets every life choice he's ever made

matt works at nightvale radio by day and conviently cuts to the weather every time something comes up so sometimes there's like. 7 half hour weather broadcasts a day and the townspeople just. humor him

foggy falls in love with matt after figuring out after .5 seconds that he's daredevil and he saved him from a bunch of baddies on like his second day and matt compliments him on the radio like every day and yeah they're fuckin good ok assorted stupid college hcs: matt and foggy like to chill in each other's beds. foggy doesn't notice that often because matt moves back b4 he gets back and matt pretends not to notice but  like. he can smell foggy was there. foggy. stop napping in this bed you're making my sheets smell like you, foggy, i KNOW they're silk and i know you think you're getting away with it but you're NOT,

matt, coming back into the dorm after being out for the day: foggy are you laying on my bed foggy, sitting up straight: nah pal. just sitting on the end for a minute hehe. just had to rest the old joints matt, knowing DAMN well that he was lying down a second ago and he's obviously lying but not being able to say anything; haha ok. move

hrnnn matt knows foggy is gay long before he tells him because he catches him in a lie about who he was out with but he can't say anything and like. he knows foggy is scared to tell him but he doesn't know how to bring it up and he's like. i want him to know he can trust me but i don't know how to tell him i know please foggy

foggys heart goes a mile a minute anytime the subject of being gay comes up around matt and matt wants to yell at him that it's OK and he doesn't care but his hints that he's fine with it seem to fly right over foggys head and so one day he gets so fed up with trying to convince foggy he's chill with gay people he just kisses him. wig

hrnnn. matt doesn't like the snow because it messes with his senses and he can't see but he can't say that to foggy so he just says he doesn't like the cold and foggys like "yeah doofus you weigh like three pounds you're skin and bone compared to me smh" and insists on cuddling him every time he sees matt get like That bc he thinks he's just chilly and it's. oddly comforting to matt because yeah. nobody really Holds him like that, and he Is Cold, and foggy is Warm,

matt gets Very touchey around people he's close with and so when he gets close with foggy he puts his arm around him a lot, rests his head on his shoulder, holds his arm even when they're not going anywhere, etc. foggys heart speeds up every time but matt just assumes that's what people hearts do when that happens because he doesn't really do that with anyone else and hey, he's happy when he does it and his heart maybe spikes a little too, but then he gets someone else's arm to lead him when foggys sick one week and their heart stays the exact same, what's up with that? so then he starts paying attention to all the people on campus, and the touching doesn't usually make the hearts go wild, but, well. matt 'sees' it happens and he's like HaHa, See, This is A Thing, and then he realizes that the people that have it happen to them? they're couples. and he just. freezes because first of all, Foggy- and at him- an- and second, his heart ALSO does a thing, so-

heres a rEALLY stupid unrelated au/hc i got after hearing a friends disater story hfdjhskja matt goes on a blind (hehe) date with a girl and it's pretty much a disaster, it turns out she brought her friend who is also meeting a guy at the same place, and like. she's obviously incredibly wack she says blind people are god's mistake and stupid shit like that so matt gets up halfway through their meal to go sit in the bathroom for 20 minutes while he thinks of an excuse to leave? and eventually a guy comes in and he's like 'uh hey, dude, you in here? your date grabbed her friend and left so we're both dateless now, thats a relief for me and unless you're just having incredibly bad bowel movements i think it's pobably one for you since you Have been in here for like half an hour uh im foggy by the way' and then they go back out and sit together and talk about how wack that fuckin was and like. inadvertent date

hey i can talk a lot of shit about how matt falls asleep on foggy but. sometimes foggy falls asleep on or next to or with matt and matt goes !!!! and he does not move and then he eventually falls asleep with foggy head on his shoulder and his head on foggys and when FOGGY wakes up and realizes matts still there and is ALSO asleep he doesn't move and eventually falls back asleep and then it's just like. waiting until the time aligns that they're both awake at the same time because neither wants to move and wake the other send tweet

SOULMATE AU:

foggy looks up from his college bed, sees matt, and suddenly EVERYTHING is fucking rainbow and he's like 'oh fuck. oh shit. wait. this is a dude' and matt's like 'is everything ok my guy?' because foggy's like. >:O and of course he has no idea because he's blind but foggy doesnt realise this and for a hot minute he;s like "OH FUCK. ITS ONE OF THOSE RARE OCASIONS WHERE HES PERFECT FOR ME BUT I'M NOT FOR HIM," and is about to s o b before he's like wait a fucking minute

yknow the au where like. the first words you hear from your soulmate are marked on your skin at birth? foggy's are 'excuse me', absolutley common, a chance meeting, and he stops jumping every single time he hears them after age 8 when he realises just how many times that phrase is said. matt's are 'yeah, who're you looking for,'  but he doesnt remember that, there's no constant reminder of it since he's blind, the nuns wouldn't tell him, the kids made up childish shit like 'poopoo', and stick DEFINITLEY wouldnt fucking tell him because hes stick and hes an asshead and eventually matt stops asking and caring. it takes WEEKS for after they meet for foggy to ask matt about his words and matt just says 'oh yeah, i dont remember. here" and shows foggy and when he sees them he's like. 'hm. sounds familiar' and forgets about it untill like two years later theyre drunk and talking about the first time they met and matt's like 'yeah you asked like 'who'm i looking for and then panicked because i was blind' and foggy's brain just like. short circuits for a whole ass minute and then when it clicks he just goes. "yOU"

TRANS MATT:

matt realises when he's still in the orphanage that mayhaps he hates being not a dude and haha! hes not gonna fucking come out to catholics he knows about That. he tries to tell stick, around the time their closest, and FUCK STICK he refuses to call him anything else or support him becaise stick is a peace of fuck shit FUCK STICK so that scars matt from coming out for a DAMN while so like. when he goes to college he introduces himself to everyone as matt and emails his proffesors like. 'hello please my name is redacted on your forms please call me matt its uh. a nickname' and he's not like. out to anyone but matt is close enought to his deadname that most people don't question it. foggy does, though, a little while after they meet, and matt is so fed up with not telling people and being called the wrong pronouns he just goes 'i want to be a guy ok' and goes absolutley APESHIT when foggy's like 'oh, cool. do you want me to use he pronouns for you' because wait. people are...ok sometimes? and matt's like. about to cry 

 alternatley: matt says "I don't wanna be a girl." and foggy goes "oh hey are you trans? same hat!" and then foggy tells matt like. binding tips and shit and theyre Good ok

deadpool kills transphobes, sm n dd just fucking beat the SHIT out of them in a back alley and like. they let DP know where they are but whatever happens happens :D

elektra, impaling two transphobes onto the side of a building with her knives: matthew, i know you can hear me, why

one day elektra sees matt has dumped a guy on her roof and just. sighs and goes back inside and matt waits for like 15 minutes before halfheartedly picking up the dude and dropping him off at franks.

matt dropped them off at nats One Time and she went apeshit and hunted down like 20 more of them.

foggy, holding a bat: cmon matt let me kill ONE matt: 'fine but if you get caught im not going to be your lawyer.'

INTO THE DEVILVERSE AU:

earth 14512/TRN700 (peni parker’s universe) matt murdock has a robot seeing eye dog who's also a vigilante

hddjdsjdhdn they all show up to earth 6's foggy and he just. sighs and all the devils start crying because He Is Here

hmm ok. canonically we know nothing about miles's matt but we know he exists and is known figure because miles knows of him but doesn't know he's daredevil i'm Prefty Sure so like. i'm gonna say he's just a successful lawyer who has radarsense but never got yoinked away from the orphanage by stick and never got training so like. hemndhdjsjnow the QUESTION is who finds that matt because there's a Very Different outcome depending on if like. murderdock meets him first or the matt from hobopeters universe does

hmm. murderdock comes in first like gwen does but doesn't out himself as competent w like swords and shit. but he OH HES THE OPPOSING FORCE FOR UH A COURT CASE MATT IS IN AND MATT HAS NO IFEA HOW SIMILAR THEY LOOK BECAUSE HES BLIND HRNNNNNHSHDHDHDJ and then matt from HP's universe comes in like HEY YOURE ME RIGHT. what the FUCK i need the laws in this dimension STAT and murderdock ':"sees" him and is like ah fuck. my goose may be uhhh cooked

ok mileses matt is like 'so what brought y'all here??? hhh????  and murderdock sighs and goes well my boss who's not really my boss from MY universe is doing something stupid here and opened a dimensional portal and it could maybe tear the multiverse apart which i guess i'm not stoked about' and matt's like 'who's your boss?' and murderdock begrudgingly says 'wilson fisk' and matt immediatley goes >:O because he's CONSTANTLY defending people who were injured as a result of what fisk and his company do

anyways. matt immediatley rushes to foggys because "foggys my partner, he's helped me deal with fisk, he knows him, he can help," and he swings open the door and like. one of two things happens actually either A: foggy is like matt. MAATT. AHAT IS GOING ON WH. WHY IS THERE A TALKING DEER WEARNING SPANDEX WHO CLIMBED THROIGH MY WINDOW MATT PLEASE HE SAYS HES Y O U or like. matt walks in and deerdevil is playing pattycake with robodog and daredevil noir is incessantly flirting with foggy and when matt comes in foggys like 'hey. i don't know what's going on but i think i'm trading my best friend'

murderdock is like...the cool college student who tells freshies about weed murderdock: so, you don't know how to fight right  matt: no??? i'm blind??? md: but you can kinda see right. matt: yeah like a radar kinda md: normal blind people can't do that you know matt: they wHAT md: you can listen to heartbeats if you try hard enough. you can tell when people are lying matt: i can W H A T md: yeah. what me to teach you how to kill a man matt: W H AT NO IM A L A W Y E R WH

hrnnn the matts in this universe push our matt away to stay with foggy because he doesn't deserve 2 die and you KNOW every matt pushes people away but foggy is like. matt i know you tried it's ok i lov you buddy and he's like HRGGHHHH FUNCK YOU and makes foggy tell him stories untill he can distinguish lies and hide in a place around their office untill matt can like. find him instantly and training montage shit you feel me and he rolls up to the collider in his black pjs like "hello my fellow devil men. i hear you all have no plan. well. i don't either but i'm here" and one matt is like. how did you go-OH YOU DID IT and all the mats high five and cry a littlethey're still reluctant to let matt come help but they're all like. "we're all depressed and suicidal anyways we all have big guilt and if we didn't let him i lnOW he's gonna have big guilt forever he can stay"

THE PENUMBRA PODCAST AU:

foggy is a private eye, kinda depressed a lil bit, and he works w his secretary karen who helps him with tech and stuff because he is god awful at all that 

"mike whatevermaggiesmaidennameis" is an occult specialist from dark matters agency assigned by an agent natasha of dark matters to help him with his current case. 

foggy does NOT want to do this with any damn occultist or whatever the hell but before he can escape mike shows up and god DAMN is he charming and catches him before he can climb out the window, so. that's that for introductions. anyways, hijinks, elektra is cassandra, if you care listen to the murderous mask, anyhoo foggy stars to notice something is kinda weird about matt but brushes it off. they finish investigating and retrieve an important artifact.

it's cold, mike says. sorry dude, all the places near here are closed, foggy says. is your place? mike asks. oh, says foggy they go back to foggys place and maybe make out a little bit, but foggy realizes oh shit, mike just tried to steal the keys to my safe where i stored the artifact, shit, and plaxces him under arrest before he can do anything, and calls the cop cops.

they come to take mike away, and minutes later foggy finds a note, scrawled INCREDIVLY messily, in his pocket. "sorry," it says, "i wasn't tricking you about anything i said, and i meant everything i did. -matt murdock ps. check around, say, X avenue. you may have to do a bit of cleanup." when foggy checks cameras that overview there, he find the officers that took murdock from his apartment hogtied together, and sees their clothes strewn on the ground - forming letters - with love. their car is gone. PODCAST AU:

matt listens to podcasts a lot right and so foggy is like hmm mayhaps this is a good idea. but the type of podcasts they listen to differs so incredibly like matt listens to serial and the wildest one he listens to is probably judge john hodgman whereas foggy listens to shitpost podcasts like mbmbam and can i pet your dog foggy keeps referencing mbmbam around matt because he just assumes that he listens to it and matt is so confused every time and one day foggy says "damn matt you're really horny for this one huh" and matt just snaps and says FOGGY WHAT DO YOU M E AN

so then they are like oh shit you're not listening to the good ones. no YOURE not listening to the good ones. solution?  listen together which means sharing earbuds which means sitting next to eachother on small college bed which means????? cuddling

also eventually they decide fuck it. let's make our own podcast and they combine the mbmbam and jjh format so they get questions and do goofs and stuff and then give actual legal advice but sometimes foggy will be like "ok. here's what you do. you need a cat? go into the pet shelter and take one. what are the gonna do beat you up with their cat toys? didn't think so." and matt starts crying because "Fo g g y WE ARE LAWYERS I KNOW YOURE GOOFING BUT THATS ILLEGAL FOGGY YOI CANT TELL OUR LISTENERS TO GO DO CRIME"

COFFE SHOP AU:

matt has a caffeine addiction and constantly comes to foggys coffee shop and orders one black coffee every morning and foggy eventually is like. hey buddy. do you EVER drink ANYTHING F U N EVER

matts like...no...i need coffee as strong and dark as my soul... and foggys like ok edglelord. wait up i'm about to change your life

foggy makes him a latte that's just a little bit caramelly but not too sweet and he's like here. drink this. no charge you deserve to live a little. also here's your boring edgy coffee you still have to pay me for that one. matt tries it and he's like hmm. not bad, but just not. Good and foggy is like wow fuck you. i'm going to find a good drink for you that isn't this hell water so every morning matt comes in and foggy gives him a black coffee and a free Fun and Cool coffee on the house

matt always is polite even when foggy can tell he DESPISES what foggy made but he's not going to stop untill he finds something god damn it matt

ok anyways they start meeting up more. matt starts taking his breaks in the coffee shop and and foggy hmmm...always seems to have a shift off when matt comes down..hmm. coincidence....hmmm....theo suffers for him by covering all his shifts when matt comes in and he's like well, actually fuck work

eventually foggy is like hey dude. do you wanna test my drinks before they go on the menu or help me perfect my recipes and shit you have a good toungie right (matt goes apeshit, because fuckin FOGGY YOU CABT SAY THAT) but he's like haha yeah. that'd be fun. haha

and then foggy finds out matt is INCREDIBLE at baking when he hands him a cookie and matt goes. hmm. too much flour add a fourth a cup less and a pinch more of saltand he's like??? bitch. i'd like to see you do better. and then matt does

so basically every day foggy closes up a little earlier and lets matt in and they dick around in the kitchen and bake and make coffee and foggys shop gets more and more popular because hey this already really good joint just started selling the most BALLER carrot cAke waht the fucké

anyways fall comes around and foggy is like GUES WHATT ITS TIME FOR WHITE GIRL DRINKS TRY THIS and he gives matt a pumpkin spice latte and matt is like. •.• THIS IS IT. THATS THE ONE

and foggy starts crying MATT PLEASE YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME. PKEASE MATT, MATT I CANT ADD PSL YEARROUND BECAUSS YOURE A BASIC WHITE BITCH MATT

he bullies foggy into keeping the latte on the menu by threatening to stop helping him bake and foggy is SO OFFENDED, on behalf of good taste everywhere, matt, please,

anyways foggy continues rags on matt for only liking the shittiest fucking drink god damn it matthew fucking hell i make you 3 billion and THIS is the one you pick you disaster and matt is like haha shut up. stoopid

foggy doesn't, and you can guess where this be headed because i'm gay and soft,

matt kisses him and foggys like. ?????????? and matt goes AH FUCK. I COULDNT THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO GET YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH SORRY. GUESS ILL GO and foggy throws cookie dough at him and drags him back over because he's not leaving fuck that. fuck you. and then they're happy and domestic the end

wait i lied matt opens a pro-bono firm in the back of foggy's shop and he gives all his clients freshly baked dessert and coffee and he's so good at being a lawyer and foggy becomes so good @ running his shop that customers keep coming and they're the Cute Gay Couple everyone knows abt and loves

ACCIDENTAL (?) KISSING:

SO. there are so many god damn moments foggy nearly fucking breaks and smooches matt out of sheer unbridled uwu soft feelings. SO MANY. when they win their first mock trial together and matt looks so FUCKING happy and he tells foggy how good they work as a team and foggy is about to lose his mind but he just goes. 'haha yeah' and gives matt a fist bump they finish taking the bar: matt's had to take it in a seperate room, stupid blind accommodations. he finishes first because OF COURSE HE DOES HE'S MATT MURDOCK and the second foggy finishes and leaves the room he sees matt there and he's filled with so many emotions he's about to go apeshit but he manages to contain them JUST enough not to make out with matt on the spot but gives him the tightest fucking hug and matt's like "ok buddy! love you too! please dont break my ribs!" and foggys too happy to notice matt forgot to flinch like he didnt know foggy was coming

Foggy gets the sign to matt and he can tell how fuckin stoked matt is and all he can think about is how grateful he is that the two of them get to work together and fucking do GOOD together and he's trying to express that in his awkward foggy way and he's GOING to kiss him right then and there!! hes about to do it look out world!!! and then matt says "you're NOT going to kiss me" and foggy realises haha YEAH THATD BE A BAD IDEA HUH and jokes it off and gives matt another hug - "i'll be careful not to break the ribs this time, buddy, seems like you've been falling over and hurting yourself enough recently,"-

foggy almost kisses matt out of anger when he finds out he's daredevil, when he won't shut up about how this city needs him and foggy would have done the same and blah, blah, bullshit because maybe then he'd FUCKING listen to him, or at least it'd shut him up, but the honest betrayal he feels - at matt for not telling him and at himself for STILL having a part of him that wants to kiss matt - is enough to get him just to leave : ^)

alright. the gang is watching fisk get carted away and see that SHIT, he's broken out, of course it wasnt going to be this easy. matt puts karen in a taxi goes to run off and foggy grabs him by his coat because MATT. you're not going to go fight fisk in your god damn pajamas right now it's too dangerous you're going to die you stupid son of a bitch idiot

and of course matt doesn't listen, he tells foggy to get back into the car with karen, go to his place, they'll be safe there, and grabs his own taxi

and foggy's left to sit there with karen in the cab as it drives Oh Too Fucking Slowly to matt's, and he's mumbling curses all the way and karen is trying to calm him down, he doesnt know why he's so worried, and all foggy can think about is what if matt dies because i didnt stop him and what if karen never gets to hear it from him and about 10 billion what-ifs that wont leave him the FUCK alone, and he sits next to the windowsill he knows matt comes in through and waits, not even wanting to look at the tv because what if he sees worse news Hrgh

matt beats up fisk and he barely even waits for the cops to get there, he gets one look and confirms 'yup, that's mahoney,' and fucking BOOKS it to his apartment, he climbs through the window and foggy's just sitting there waiting, karens in the next room watching the broadcast at a 3 minute delay on her phone, matt doesnt have a tv hes BLIND >:,\

and when matt comes in, bloody and beaten up and doing That Panting Thing He Does, but definitley alive, foggy just fucking. grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him because HE IS A L I V E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and matt is suprised but he doesnt even try to protest because he's still riding the adrenaline from the fight

anyways. foggy pulls away for air and says 'you're so fucking stupid and i hate you' and then matt kisses hIM because uhh, thats FOGGY

and it's a minute later that matt senses another heartbeat and realizes karen's standing in the doorway, and she raises an eyebrow and obviously trying not to panic asks 'uh, foggy, pray tell, buddy, why you're making out with the devil in matt's bedroom' and foggy goes apeshit and tries to think of an excuse that doesn't invole 'uh thats matt' but it just kinda comes out as some stupid shit like 'i,,, uh,,,,, secret,...affair,,?i',m....gay." and matt just sighs and pulls off his helmet like "hey karen. it's me. hey karen whats poppin its me blind matt murdock" and needless to say they all have a Lot to talk abt

DRUNK KISSING:

so like. the first year they're together matt and foggy go out a lot, and it's mostly foggy dragging matt places and matt reluctantly coming because A) if someone doesnt watch foggy this idiot is going to puke and pass out in a ditch and B) he really like his company shh. no telling because that gay

anyways matt usually only drinks a little but foggy is mad lightweight right. he doesn't get shitfaced too often, usually only after exams or when he knows he has no classes the next day. when he does get shitfaced though he absolutley loses his shit and becomes even more touchy than usual, which is VERY TOUCHY because fuck you its my au and i get to choose the default affection levels

so basically. once foggy starts hugging matt and leaning on him and whining into his shirt about the 'hot girls' and 'killer nachos' at the party matt knows it's time to head home and foggy is too busy wrapping his arms around matt to notice he's being dragged out untill its too late

and y'know, thats fine, that's usual, all normal friend stuff, except what foggy also has a tendancy to do when he's drunk is kiss matt. sometimes its on his cheeks, or his forehead, or his shirt?? matt doesnt get that one??? and sometimes foggy even tries to go for the lips when hes particularly wilde. matt knows to expect this by the third time they go out, but it's still always a suprise when it happens, because sometimes it'll be out of nowhere when theyre walking back, or foggy'll stop matt and grab his cheeks and kiss him? sometimes they'll get all the way back to the dorm and matt will make foggy lie down and foggy will grab his shirt and pull him close enough to give him a quick peck before rolling over and promptly beggining to snore

which, y'know, is absolutley great for a maybe-gay-for-his-best-friend-catholic. what's also great is that foggy never seems to remember the fact he kissed matt the night before, and if he does, he definitley does NOT bring it up

so that's fine. whatever. thats life and matt will pretend like he doesnt care when foggy gives him a smooch because hes straight and loves girls and jesus christ, no homo, amen

but THEN. . then matt and foggy have been studying for exams for weEKS and theyre FINALLY DONE, FINALLY, and they are both going to get wasted out of their mINDS you better BELIEVE IT

so they do! and eventually they stumble back to their dorm together and sit together on the floor with a half-downed bottle of tequila and matt decides fuck it. he tells foggy he's never kissed a guy and foggy is like "haha cool. i have." matt's like "haha was it good" and foggys like "hell yeah man better than girls" so matts like hmm. "foggy i think i want to kiss a guy" and you can guess where this is goin

foggy is an oblivious little shit and just thinks matt's having a gay awakening so he's like "oh cool" and matt starts vibrating at inhuman frequency because FOGGY THIS IS THE ONE TIME I"M BASICALLY ASKING YOU TO DRUNK KISS ME AND YOU D O N T" so he just goes "haha yeah." and foggy's like "haha yeah"

and then matt chugs the bottle of tequila and says "foggy i think i wanna kiss you" and then he does but he's a good christian and also stupid so he just like. goes mwah on foggy's cheek

and foggy stares at him for like 15 seconds before basiclly challenging him to 'kiss him like a man, murdock, how are you supposed to get the gay experience if you dont go all in' and then they make out for like 20 minutes and life is good

(they both wake up w the worst fucking hangovers and theyre passed out on the floor and matt's like "foggy....im gay..." and foggys like "haha do you remember i kissed you" and matts like "????foggy i kissed YOU" and foggys like "oh yeah you did. you should have done that earlier" and matts says "????you were too busy trying to kiss me" and foggy goes "oh haha i was. cool" and then they fall back asleep...then they.....boyfriend.s)

FLOWER SHOP/TATTOO ARTIST AU:

so. matt is a florist and he runs a little shop across the street from an empty piece of real estate. a tiny place that used to be a deli but had just the WORST sandwiches, it was no wonder they closed down, god damn. anways. matt runs his shop with his best friends kirsten and karen who have IMPECCABLE taste in flowers and less impeccable taste in impulse control and not being huge lesbians.

one day this dude pulls up into matt's shop. his request is maybe the strangest matt's ever heard - 'can you get me two bouquets of like, the most metal flowers you have? like, ones that just look super cool but also, yknow, smell super good and sick and shit?' 

matt laughs, and tells the guy that yeah, he can't help with the looks part, but he'll make sure to get him some that smell 'quote' sick and shit, come back tomorrow morning and they'll have some ideas-hey, what are these for anyways?

and the guy tells him, oh, hah, i'm moving in across the street, opening a little tattoo place? wanted some flowers to make it seem more, uhh....welcoming. matt laughs and says yeah, sure, cool, and tells him if he has anymore questions to call the store and ask for matt. the guy tells him if he ever wants a tattoo just cross the street and ask for foggy and unless the flowers matt gives him really suck he won't do him dirty and tattoo a dick on him

so anyways, they have a couple meetings, foggy decides on the flowers he wants and thanks matt and tells him hey, he should come check out the shop, it's opening tomorrow, and foggy wants to be able to point to the guy who did the sick florals. matt doesnt have anything better to do and he likes the sound of this guy's voice so hell, he might as well

when he goes over matt realizes oh shit. he really is out of his element here, but he asks the guy at the counter for 'foggy' and is led over to  a corner where foggy's sitting and tattooing...himself? and matt realizes hey. i kind of have no idea what this dude looks like

so he sorta. sits there awkwardly untill he asks like. 'uh. i cant actually see what youre doing' and foggy goes OH IM SO FUCKING STUPID. i'm. man, saying this out loud seems kinda really stupid and cheesy i cant believe i have to do this...i'm....it's one of the flowers in the bouquet you made me....i just thought it looked really neat and smelled good and it....kinda reminds me of you and OK i KNOW that sounds really weird we met like 4 days ago BUT you seem super cool and i kinda hope we can maybe like. be friends or hang out or something,

and matt's like. o//////o yeah okay. uh. thats cool. thats cool uh im sure the flower is really pretty haha i love that type haha UH DO YOU WANT TO GET LUNCH OR SOMETHING haha maybe ill get a flower tattoo one day its pretty cool that you do tattoos UH IM FREE TOMOROW WAIT MAYBE THATS TOO SOON IM SORRY UH IM FREE WEDNESDAYS,

and foggy just kinda laughs and says 'no, tomorrow works,' and hey! they make plans and get coffee together and matt's like so. what tattoos do you have and foggy starts listing a bunch and eventually matt's like :( i wish i could see them they sound beautiful and foggy's like. here. heres my arm can i. yeah ok. and he grabs matts ar,m and he's like ok. feel the skin, its still a little raised can you feel that? ok, run your fingers over here and i can like. tell you wjats there

cue like an hour of sensual arm touching and tattoo explaining and the more matt learns about foggy and his tattoos and the more he hears the way he talks the more he's like A) oh fuck, i kinda really like this guy whos letting me feel up his arms and B) do i want a tattoo? i kind of want a tattoo

anyways. time jump they hang out a bit more, foggy always comes into matt's shop and talks to him in between customers, shows him the patterns he's designing, etc, and one day he comes in with a paper that has a design of some flowers on it and shows it to matt and as he's running his fingers across it he stops and says 'foggy? will you do this to me'

and foggys like 'bud are you sure? first tattoo, right, do you-are you really sure you want to do this, like, when, and wh" and matt's like 'shut up and put this ink in my skin before i chicken out' so matt sits through a PAINFUL ASS TATTOO and when it's done he's like FOGGY CAN I TOUCH IT CAN I TOUCH IT FOGGY CAN I TOUCH IT and foggy has to physically restrain matt from fondling his tattoo because its FRESH MATT

so foggys like 'ok, this is cause for celebration! babys first ink! we;re getting beers cmon' and they both go out to drink and matt's like 'hey foggy...can i touch more of your tattoos' and foggy's like 'uh, sure, i have another armfull,' and they do that for a while untill matt gets to the one foggy did the first time he visited foggy's tattoo parlor and foggy's like hah. remember this one? and matt's like yeah. i do. and they kinda just. sit there for a minute and then foggy's like 'ok. im gonna kiss you now punch me if you hate this, flowerboy' and matt absolutley does not punch him, thank you very much

and when they finish having their moment matt's like 'wow. i shoulda....i shoulda asked to feel you up again way sooner if i knew you were gonna do that' and foggy's like 'hey...i'd let you feel me up anytime' and they both kind of laugh and decide ok, worm, this works, and decide theyre gonna do that more often

they start to go out for drinks / dinner / lunch / any time they possibly can, and matt learns the curvature of foggys (suprisingly muscley?) arms down to a t, but he runs out of space to run his fingers over one night, and foggy kisses him and says 'hey. i've got more tattoos, y'know, but i don't think many people would appreciate it if i showed them off to you here' and matt is like 'wh-O H'

and foggy laughs and drags him to his apartment and pulls of his shirt and says 'ok, we're alone now. tell me what you feel' and matt sits on the bed in front of him and theres lots of sensual chest stroking going on and then yeah. matt gets fed up with all this touching foggy and not enough of foggy touching him and. they fuck oopsie

and after that they decide worm. that was good, wanna do that more often, holy shit, and decide to actually date date and thats like. thats that babey!

but years later they open a joint shop, an absolute mess of soft/punk aesthetics and everyone knows them because matt is still a soft florist who just has a fewwwww dozen flowers inked all over him and foggy is the punk god who flexes his sleeves all over town but flexes his soft boyfriend husband even more tHE END

[ireallyregretmylasturl]

Hewwo! The lovely @prettyacrossing tagged me in this so here we go!

💫Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know

💫Nickname:Eb or Ebs

💫Zodiac: Leo 🦁

💫Height: like 5’ 8”?? Idk I’m around that height

💫Last Movie I saw: Fyre Fraud it’s on Hulu. Go watch that shit. It’s wild y’all

💫Last thing I googled: Billy McFarland lol bc that guy is a TRUE con man and it is inSANE

💫Favorite Musician: if it’s an individual artist I would say Mitski. If it’s all time fav then the band Muse and I’m seeing them in March which is so exciting?? I’ve loved them for like 8 years.

💫Song stuck in my head: Ms. Jackson by outkast lmao bc my sister sent me this post that was like “sorry ms Jackson (ooo) I am four eels” so I’m not even singing it right.

💫Other blogs: @imonlyslightlyconfused I made this a while ago I think. It’s just an aesthetic blog that I use from time to time.

💫Do I get asks: that’s a big ol fat nope! But hey feel free to interact. I’d love to get to know some of y’all.

💫Followers: uhhh 150? Maybe? I’m not sure all those stupid pornbots show up as followers and I obviously don’t count those.

💫Amount of sleep: like 8 hours? Sometimes like 7.5 or 9. Anything less than that and I’m grumpy.

💫Lucky number: 8

💫What I’m wearing: a t shirt, jacket, and pajama shorts bc I’m in bed babey

💫Dream job: I want to be a playwright, I think just like being able to write and produce plays would be awesome

💫Dream Trip: I’ve always wanted to go to Japan. But I’d like to go to Australia as well.

💫Favorite food: chicken strips hands down.

💫Play an instrument: I used to play the piano but I said nah FUCK this and dipped. But I wish I had continued...

💫Language: I speak English and I took Japanese in high school and took a class last semester but FAILED it. I’d like to learn French since both my sisters speak it somewhat.

💫Fun Fact: I was born in Alaska!

💫Describe yourself as aesthetic things: uh hm. This is kind of a hard one. Hannibal Buress saying wack. And the sky when it has that pink hue and reflects on the ocean.

💫I’ll tag: @snailisle @warluigi @loquacious-zombi -zombi @like-duuude-is-that-giraffe @vezardous @cadwentrysta @blazela @iloveusuk-ukus @akaydesu @ruachi but I don’t think I have 21 ppl to tag lmao and also don’t feel obligated to do it! This just seemed like fun. Thanks @prettyacrossing for tagging me! 💖

[futurewriter2000]

"Here's a question!" he smiled, throwing himself on the bench and swinging back and forward.

"Go away, Snow." she sniffled and hugged her legs closer to her chest. She laid her head on them and turned it away from him, her eyes drowning in her own tears. She couldn't even look at him. She didn't even want to try. She just knew that there was this empty feeling in her chest and it was sucking everything into it- like a black hole.

He looked at her wild hair, resting on her back. No bun, no ponytail, not clipped to the back... Nothing but natural hair. He could see how sad she was and for a moment he was quiet... For a moment...

"Come on. Just answer it." he shuffled a bit in his seat and looked at the stars. "What happens when life beats you down?"

"What a horrible question..."

"Humor me."

"You curl into a ball of blankets and you cry until you fall asleep." she said in a low, raspy voice. She stared down on the distance and felt his hand touch her shoulder. She moved away from it. "Don't touch me."

He let go of her. His hand hoovered above her shoulder and he couldn't believe she was not even slightest of bit happy. You know? Even when she was sad she could manage to bottle it up and smile. I guess, it was selfish of him to expect that once again because he was uncomfortable with comforting her.

"Not really..." he answered. "I thought of more; you get back up and you show the world what you're made of." he let out a soft chuckle, yet he wasn't his bright-self as he was in the beginning.

"Is that what you did?" she finally turned her head to him, glaring at him as she was about to sentence him to a death penalty. "When life got you down, you got back up and showed what you're made of? Or did you push everybody and everything out of your way, hid yourself into that shitty apartment and never thought of us again!" she started to speak louder, re-gaining her strength. She pushed her finger to his chest and shoved him away. "You... you... you..." she tried to speak but the ocean in her eyes finally started to pour its tears down her cheeks and her voice began to shake. "You left us! You left me!" she stood up and ran her hands through her hair. "ME! And then you think you can just give me a smile and I'll pretend that I'm happy?! No! You fucked it up! You fucked all of us but mostly you fucked up what we had! How could you tell me all of that stuff and promise me things and make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world and then just disappear like nothing ever mattered! Like I never mattered, Snow! How could you have just leave! How could you had told me I was beautiful and amazing and that you miss us and... and... and..." she started to get lost with words, quieting herself down and taking a moment to breathe.

He was shamefully looking away. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry..." she let out a laugh. "I don't think sorry can make up for the things I did for you, for the effort I put into us, fighting for us, putting my pride and ego and my dignity for you. Sorry doesn't cut out for the nights I kept asking myself what could I have done to make you leave me. For the nights that I was crying and crying and crying and all I wanted was to stop crying because I was nothing to you but you were everything to me. I felt so pathetic and I cried even more. I cried like... like... like a baby! For you! YOU!"

"You're not path-"

"And you know I felt the worst of myself. I told you how many people left me without saying goodbye. I trusted you with something I had never trusted anybody with. I forgave you for all of the bad things you did for me because I loved you. I didn't care about your flaws. I didn't care for your looks. I just loved you for who you are and after all the nights we spent together, all the conversations, all the adventures I deserved literal shit from you! I didn't deserve a proper goodbye or even a reply back .YOU IGNORED ME! Even after what you said your ex of three years did to you! It was what you did to me. You just cut me off. Just like that." she snapped her fingers, feeling everything coming out to the surface. "People kept telling me you're weird and rude and such an asshole... people kept judging you and saying shit about you but my dumbass protected you, even after everything you did to me, I felt the need to protect and love you. I couldn't wish a single bad thing to you. I still can't. I wish I could say that you deserve what you did to me but nobody deserves that! Because I felt like shit! I felt worthless and thrown aside... after everything... after everything..." she kept repeating to herself.

"I know what I did. I know it but don't for a moment think it was easy for me. I missed you all the time-"

"Don't do this to me, Snow. Don't say you missed me and think that excuses you from anything."

"I'm not looking for an excuse! I want you to hear me out."

"Hear you out?! Hear. You. Out? You've had months to tell me this!"

"I was in some deep shit! Okay?! I was in this deep shit that you don't even know! I didn't want to drag you into it!"

"No." she shook her head angrily. "Don't say you had ghosted me, left me, treated me with such disrespect just because you didn't want to drag me into the deep shit you were in! I am not some innocent, helpless little girl, who cannot take some shit in her life. You don't even know what I went through! You don't know! You think that you scared me? That whatever you were in would scare me?! What the hell do you think I am? I can handle everything!"

"Clearly not this."

"I think I'm handling this pretty well. Telling you what I should have told you a long time ago."

"So you admit you had wanted to tell me this too."

"I do admit but you wouldn't hear it from me back then, so why the hell do you think you deserve the right for me to hear shit from you? What makes you think I deserve to hear you out when you hadn't taken a moment of your time to hear me out?" she stared at him and this time he was unprepared to answer. It wasn't something he had planned on hearing from you. You had guts... more than he thought.

"You're right..." he whispered, rubbing his eyeballs and turning away. "I don't deserve for you to hear me out and you don't have to tell me twice about how shitty I was towards you. I know, I was and don't you think it doesn't eat me inside knowing that but you want to know why it took me so long to realise this?" he paused for a moment, waiting for an answer from you that never came. "I found out that I love you. I found out that you were one of the best things that ever happened in my life. Every day I was hanging out with my friends was fun but even if it was, something was always missing. You were missing. Your talks about the moon and the stars and your stupid rants... God, when you walked into the room, everything was lighter. I just loved being around you for some weird reason and you made me laugh... all the time you would crack a stupid joke and I'd just laugh and we'd laugh together and I miss your laugh. God knows what I would do to hear your laugh, your gorgeous laugh, your amazing, joyful laugh..." he started to smile and approach her but she was still only staring at him by now, speechless. "I could not look at the moon and not think of you. Of course, I pretended that everything was okay. I even deceived myself but you were the one that was always on my mind. You were. You were so... beautiful in my head and I'd imagine stuff with you- things we would do together but I was so afraid of you because you read me so well and you just knew what I was thinking and you did something to me that made me confused and... and... I don't know... I just didn't like who I was becoming with you. I was so foreign to myself but when I cut you off and I was back with my friends... I didn't like who I was with them either because you pulled out the best of parts of myself and I didn't like it. I didn't like to be responsible and... and grown up and most definitely, I didn't want you to remind me of it."

"Yeah..." she rolled her eyes. "Because I was the serious, boring, mom friend."

"No." he let out a laugh. "You cared... for all of us and not a lot of people are used to being taken care of. I am always so ready to do all the things by myself but... the feeling of doing it with you is much better than doing it by myself... all alone... and sometimes I have these wack thoughts and you're the first person I want to share them with..."

She was quiet. He was close to her and she was furious at him but all she wanted to do was hug him and cry into his shoulder. But she didn't do that because she didn't want to show him that she's easy to get deceived again.

"I don't know if I can trust you, Snow..." she backed away a bit.

"I'm willing to work on us..."

"No..."she started to back away. "I don't think you understand..." she looked at him and the hopeful smile on his face, quickly disappeared. "You broke me... from all the people that broke me, you broke me the most... even when I was at my strongest, you managed to break me and I don't like that... I don't like the kind of power you have over me." she shut her eyes close and let those tears fall before she could say those final words. "You had so much time... so long I waited for you and now that you came, I realised that it's too late. I'd love to go back to you but I just can't trust you anymore... I don't trust you and I don't love you anymore...and, Snow?" she looked at him deep into his eyes. "I'm not sorry for that."

[k-hiphopshit]

We Got Married Ep. 4 (Zico x Reader)

Since y’all have been requestiong a part 4 so much, here it is, btw the meme will make sense. Enjoy!

“Why do we have to drive so early?”

You asked yourself as you put your bags at the back of the car. They decided that it would be best to drive to your honeymoon destination, which was Busan. You liked Busan cause it had a beautiful sea, but now it was January and it was cold, cold was something you hated with a passion. You hadn’t even arrived but you could see your breath, just becasue you walked in the car.

“Good morning”

You said to your “husband” Keeping your big ass sunglasses on. You didn’t wear make up, you just put them on to cover up your bare face from the cameras. The good thing was that the cameras were already tapped in the car, so the camera crew would meet you there.

“Why so grumpy?”

“You are some wack ass husband, letting me put my bags in the car by myself”

You fired back. You could feel he was a bit pulled back, but he brushed it by sligtly laughing at your spiky attitude. You pulled the seat back and got comfortable as you sank in the leather material.

“You’re not a morning person are you?”

“I never was. So don’t try to make any bitchy comments cause I will cut you”

You pretty much mumbled. Being in the studio and also knowing that you would have to travel for 4 hours with a person that was now your “significant other” was kicking your bad.

“This is going to be a four hour drive, so we cannot just sit in silence, we need to give some content"Jiho said as he took a left turn. You reached over to turn on the radio to get some destruction, but had some difficulty at finding the on button, it felt like a spaceship computer or something.

"I know I look really stupid, but where the hell is the on button?”

You questioned him. He reached over and clicked the button, letting the music take over the silence and different melodies fill the empty space of the car.

“Why did they make us get there with a car?”

“They thought it was a good bonding experience. Oh reach over for that card, it’s our mission”

“Already?”

You did like he told you and openned the card. You were not looking forward for missions, it was usually awkward or too sappy and stuff.

“While driving, you have to make two confessions each. You know they did that cause they want some juicy stories, you ain’t fooling nobody"

You commented, as you smilled and Jiho laughed. It wasn’t a lie, they would be extremely happy if they got some interesting stories out of him or you.

“Ladies first”

“I’ve had sex with a famous rapper”

“Wait hold up, what?”

“Yeah, you have met him too”

“So one of the people I know have seen you naked?”

“I’ve seen him too, you know how sex works?”

You were never going to say his name, but you’ve had a brief relationship with a rapper that has made a name for himself. You knew he would be a bit upset for letting it out, but whatever he would be fine

“Damn, you are wild. Please tell a second one”

“I like putting the sounds of fireplace when I sleep”

“That’s all? That is boring comparing to the other confession”

“Before you confess I want to ask a specific confession. When you were a guest at Unpretty Rapstar, why were you acting like a little bitch and didn’t defend yourself when Jessi attacked you?”

“Jesus (y/n) you are blunt”

He said laughing. You started slightly giggling a little bit, you knew he felt a bit out of his comfort zone, well you were there just for that, cause you are blunt and you can offer them some good ass clips to show to the world.

“You think you funny? This a competition. Midget! I keep it classy but I’ll slap a bitch if I have to!”

You quoted Jessi making him laugh even more. You’ve met Jessi before and even though you had a bit of a clash because of your strong personalities, you managed to have a good friendship and keep in touch with her

“First off she is older than me, so normal people like me show respect to elders.

”“Ohhhhh shots fired. You are calling me disrespectfull now?”

“Also, she was scary. I thought that if I said something, she would get up and kill me”

“So you preferred becoming a meme than defending yourself? Cause I got a picture of your face when she talked back on my phone”

“…. Pass. I’m not talking about this anymore, you are too much”

It was your time to laugh at him. You started feeling even more at ease with him. You could know acknowledge the reason they put this mission, by revealing secrets it brings people closer, it’s like letting a guard down

——————

Confession camera. You

“At first I thought the mission was stupid and it would only benefit the show and I revealed something for a shock factor, but as we talked about the secrets we decided to let go, I felt like this could benefit us and bring us closer”

——————

“Second confession and make it a good one”

“One of the real reasons I came here was to prove that i’m not a bad boyfriend. Cause I got so much…. back lash fpr the relationship I had before and how I wasn’t treating her right, that it actually made me question myself.”

You were not expecting that kind of confession from him, but you were happy he opened up to you. Although you didn’t really know how to reply to that or if you should give him some words of encouragment

“When I said ‘make it good’ I meant something naughty, now you became all soft and I don’t know what the fuck to do. Think of the bright side, even if you were not a right boyfriend, she got that boom boom from you, y'all got some boom boom right?”

“Boom boom? really?”

“You don’t like it? fine, you fucking?”

As the time went on, you got in a better mood and you started talking about random stuff, jamming to the music, joking around with each other, you really felt like you had a road trip with a friend

—————-

Confession camera. Zico

“I loved the ride to Busan. I got to see a side of (y/n) that not many people see, she was very relaxed and open, sometimes to open she talked about her sex life… and then tried to get me to talk about mine. She is crazy, but she is good crazy I hope we have a great time in our honeymoon”

[mattyslittleworld]

East Keansburg

P: Rob Sellig 

2:48 am / Thursday morning. Im listening to this new Tsu Surf & Mozzy project, thinking about this kid I grew up around. Ive been reading he passed away, which is such a shame. We grew up playing basketball together at St. Catherines in EK, middle school, high school, alternative high schools, programs together. Troubled youth. I have this specific memory of him from years ago. I believe I wrote about it in my last blog post, about watching somebody get curb stomped. I was a lost kid, me and my friends aimless, drifting from group to group. Ended up spending a lot of late nights in EK wandering the streets. This night specifically, there were about 7 of us. A homie of mine was interested in writing graffiti, and this was before music, so graffiti was basically my identity. So we met up at his house, where my friend had a group of heads over, and they were partying, selling, and just going off. He lived with his parents, which speaks volumes, because at this time in my life, everyones parents gave up...nobody gave a fuck, except mine, but they couldn't control me. One thing leads to another, my boy wanted to go bombing. So we leave his house with our paint, and just take the streets, 5 reckless kids fallowing us on skateboards and bikes. Wasted, loud, rowdy, reckless, but as an outsider, I found a silver lining in their terror....it was a middle finger to the society that never gave them a chance. It was a brotherhood. This specific kid, at this point, was in and out of county, witnessed him fighting over and over in school, and in the streets since day 1. We were walking tall through the backroads in EK....they were spray painting cars...houses...anything. No fucks given. Wasted...they were breaking windows...kicking dents in BMW’s. Playing music off the phone...they were all they got. Another group of kids ended up on the same block....and they went off. A fight broke out....and I have this specific memory of boy ripping his shirt off, passionate, raging with anger, to protect his brotherhood, his street crew, his family. Being around him since I was a little kid, school, ball, mutual friends....I never got to know him deeper than this...but I would always see him and just salute his pride, and his will to stand on his actions, and his will to fucking fight for who and what he loves. Rest In Power fam. A lot of homies reading this from EK who follow my music...yall know who I am talking about. I never got to know this man - but I salute him for how much of HIM HE REALLY WAS. I remember in 2006, I was a freshman in high school, and my cousin ended up in a fight with a senior over a friend who passed away. My cousin was intoxicated during this time, in school, and I ended up beating the dog shit out of this senior as a young kid. These EK boys were the only ones who showed love, who stood tall behind me, making sure I was good, safe, and assuring me I was doing the right thing. Cant let your family go down like that. Rest In Peace man.

Last year, days before Tsu Surfs album Seven 25 dropped, he doubled back and we hit the studio and recorded a song called “Make You Proud”. He dropped the album very shortly after and it went #2 on iTunes in under 24 hours, and I was sure I wasn't going to see that man ever again. A year later, here we are...a day before he drops this joint project with Mozzy...that debuted at #5 on itunes, were dapping up at a film set in Queens, NY to film the music video. A YEAR LATER, this man gave a fuck enough to pull up and bless my career with this video. That meant a lot to me. I specifically remember feeling alone, hopeless, in some of the darkest moments of my life. Just listening to his tape over and over and over....running laps at the track at Mader Dei Highschool. It gave me hope, it motivated me to get over the feelings that were weighing me down. My life was changing, and this eased the pain. Nobody likes the motions of change if it includes losing people you love....losing the ability to do things you love...and going places you love. You have to find new health, new wealth, and new routines. My new found routine was coffee in the morning...spending an hour studying the industry...listening to my podcasts...then immediately running laps listening to his tape. Anything after that was subjective. Nowadays its basketball instead of running laps....but it gave me health. Mentally and physically. I could collect my thoughts. I could hear real stories....being gunned down 5 times and bouncing back...then charting. Here we are. On set....once again with Rob...my brother on the directing tip. My new lovely friend Victoria, who's a beautiful, ambitious, ride or die artist of her own. Robs pops. Mike Oliva, who is a SAVAGE photographer and film maker himself. It was a trip. Over the past year, kids at bars, hardcore shows, normals, civilians, people from all over and the world have been DMing me about simply just a teaser and a photograph of me and Surf in a studio. With Albee Al, Casanova, Cage - its all a specific group of people. Mainly mainstream music consumers...radio listeners...people who are tapped into Instagram and culture. But with Surf - Ive had the pleasure of speaking to people from all walks of life. Old hardcore friends telling me how much his movement has touched their lives...so wild. I was late to his wave...Belv actually told me to tap in and do it, and that's my brother so I made sure I did for the team. We drank hot chocolate and coffee, listened to our favorite music so loud, have such great conversations, got amazing footage that im so proud of, and just overall killed the mission. Nothing makes me more happy. This was a moment for me....because for the first time...im not in silly poppy clothes...im myself...im spitting bars on it...I feel and look like the person who was painting freights in 2007. And that is very important to me. Sometimes you can get swallowed by the wave youre riding...and I am guilty of that. It influenced so much of me...and recently I said look...fuck all this. Fuck everything except for whatever inside me still lingering before back and forth. Because if those passions, those tendencies, those people, are still here and within me...theyve been growing all this time, strong, sticking by me, and that's me. Shitty hoodie. Airmaxes or vans, shitty hat, stupid hair, cutty as fuck, smiling. dirty skateboard kid just trying be great man. I miss my old Mercer Ave skate crew. Its been years. 

Im starting to go through a new awakening where im witnessing the ones around me unfold in such a distasteful manner. Its pretty crazy to spend time with people, face to face, and have dinner, coffee, laughing with each other one on one....and in my head at the same time think...this mother fucker dead ass hates me. Wants to kill me. Wants me to fail. Fucks heavy with EVERYONE who has done wrong to me. Has talked shit behind my back. Has stabbed me in the back. And they are such fucking clowns....they don't know that I know...and they don't even comprehend that im being a bigger person and not addressing shit below me, because I don't have room for shit like that in my life. This is the time where people fuck with you one foot in, for opportunity, to hit a lick, to keep the link, to get to the people you fuck with. It is literally so easy to show love...and yet people close to you just won't. Its an interesting concept. I am fortunate in the sense that I am self made, self built, and already a black sheep. If everybody in my life turned their backs, it wouldn't touch my career. So therefore, I don't have this fuckery nature in my behavior. I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with you. Thats it. Im learning you cannot trust people who fuck with you one foot in....because that means they're prepared to step away at any moment when you're down. They don't got your back. They are around people who drag your name through the mud, and they allow it. AT BEST...since they have one foot in....theyll tap in and say such and such said this....but why didn't you defend me? Why were they okay with these actions with you? Because your friend has their other foot with the opps. Fuck these types of people. Forever. Ive been seeing people put up with this behavior, and I figured id speak on it, because its been on my mind. You don't have to get treated like shit to fit in. Truth is, your friends are probably wack. Your friends probably hate you. Your friends don't want you to do better than them. And no, it doesn't matter how long you've known them. Most relationships stem and grow out of convenience, and lack of change, lack of ambition, lack of dreams and goals. I always thought, its actually very easy to be a good friend when they need you...in moments of tragedy and misery. Because that doesn't shake your foundation, and make you realize you aint shit. It doesn't challenge your framework. Its harder for most people to be a good friend when their friend is celebrating success, because the human nature is to compare, and sometimes that can be a mirror reflection of how you AINT SHIT. Recognize these people and cut this cancer out of your system. Or if you are this person, we all have been at one point, cone to terms with how wack you are and be a good person lmao. I want to see my plumbing friend look me in the eyes and go “im the best plumber in this area and im gunna kill this job and make a living for my family and buy a BMW”, just like I want to see my graphic designer friends believe after their hard work that they're qualified OVER SOMEONE ELSE for their job, to make a great living. Just like I want to see a musician, or rapper, talk his shit and believe in themselves, go platinum, and make a great living and buy a Range. Being around greatness inspires me, never scares me. I love being at the bottom, it amps me up. It gets me going. It gets me off. I love the fight, the grind, the game. Whether its music, or washing windows in the freezing dead of winter for commission to pay for fucking studio time to be where I am right the fuck now boiiiiiii. 

Me and Belv have some crazy shit coming. That is all. Okay bye. 

[mutualfriendsrecords-blog]

Here’s an interview we did with Grady Philip Drugg back in April.

Keeping up with Grady Philip Drugg 

Today I’m talking with Grady Philip Drugg about his upcoming release “Art Is Supposed To Be Fun!”. I met Grady for the first time a few months ago. He’d been living in Austin for over half a year and we’d finally found the time to link up. He’s been a great friend since and I’m super hyped to be able to talk with him about this new release.

MF: Hey Grady, thanks for talking with us today!

GD: No problem boyo, glad to do it.

MF: Tell us about your upcoming album release.

GD: Okay. What do you wanna know about it?

MF: When is it coming out? Where can we find it?

GD: It’ll be out April 21st via Deep Sea Records. You can actually already pre-order it through their site. (http://deepsearecords.limitedrun.com/) Otherwise, you can get one from me at a show. I’ll be on tour in mid July and I’ll have em with me.

MF: That’s exciting, where are you going on your tour?

GD: Lawrence, KS

Columbia, MO

Springfield, MO

Fayetteville, AR

Oklahoma City, OK

Denton, TX

Lafayette, LA

Austin, TX

Still need a gig for Denton, TX so if anyone wants to help me out, hit me up haha.

MF: So, how might this album differ from some of the others that we’ve heard from you?

GD: It’s all over the place. Everyone who has heard it agrees that it’s way different from my last release. First off, half was recorded on my 4 track and half was recorded in my friend’s studio. I think the songs are better on this one, definitely… The last album was a bunch of pop filler stuff that I did for fun, which is cool, but as far as actual songwriting goes, it wasn’t the best.

This new one, I encourage everyone to have a sit-down listen because I definitely intended for it to be one cohesive thing. I wanted the formats of recording to emphasize the emotional feel of each song, so we tried to transition each one so that the analog tracks and digital tracks didn’t sound too weird… I really like it. I’m proud of this record.

MF: That’s really exciting! I’m hyped to hear it.

GD: Thanks man, I’m excited for it to finally be out haha.

MF: Are we going to be hearing any of the new songs at the Planned Parenthood benefit show?

GD: Definitely, yes.

MF: Can you tell us about your current guitar rig?

GD: As far as guitars, I’m really into oddball vintage stuff. My main guitar right now is a 1967 Alamo Fury, which is sort of like a Danelectro type deal. It was made to be a student guitar… Also, it was made in San Antonio back it the day, so that’s cool. My other one is a 1976 SD Curlee, which is more like a poor man’s Travis Bean. It screams Jerry Garcia to me.

For my amp, I just got a 65 Princeton reissue which is really cool, I’ve always wanted one. Love that low wattage breakup. My bass player has a Vox AC30 that he uses in his studio and sometimes I’ll run that in stereo with my Princeton.

Unfortunately the Alamo guitar will not be making an appearance at any shows in the near future because I cut the shit out of my finger a few days ago and the SD Curlee is just much easier to play because it’s like a shredder guitar and it has super low action.

MF: I can’t wait to hear it all in action. So you moved to Austin about 7 months ago right?

GD: Shit, actually I think in two weeks it’ll be a year!

MF: Holy heck, time is fucked up.

GD: Dude I know hahahah.

MF: Anyway, how was your move from Springfield? How’ve you been liking Austin?

GD: Definitely digging Austin, TX over Springfield, MO. Not that I don’t have mad love for Springfield. But while Springfield is definitely home for a lot of my closest friends, it’s mostly inhabited by shitty republican meth people. At least that’s the impression I got, but I worked jobs that kind of gravitated towards that demographic, I guess.

By the way, Springfield really was the meth capital of the world for a time, so I’m not just hatin’.

MF: I know what you mean, that can be really hard to escape. I’m glad you like it here. Let’s talk about that OG steak n’ shake in downtown springfield!

GD: Yes, let’s.

MF: Oh and the mix!

GD: Haha I never really frequented the Mix. I know our dude Alex Harris is a fan.

MF: I’ve been to Springfield once in my life. It was my first time meeting Alex or being there. We went to The Mix for karaoke and $1 Budweiser on tap. It was a wild night.

GD: Hahaha yeah, that sounds like an Alex night. Alex is a fun guy to party with. I never really frequented a whole lot of bars, really, but we used to have some fun together, definitely.

MF: While we’re on the subject, didn’t you and Alex used to play in a band together?

GD: Yeah, we totally did! For those who don’t know, Alex and I played together in Grammer. Actually, when Grammer split, Alex and our singer Maxx went on to form a new band called Turf, and our guitarist Dakota and I went on to form Importer/Exporter. Alex and I also had a little project for a second called Ghost Bike, so go check that out. We’ve been meaning to record new music forever but we’ve just never gotten around to it.

https://grammercomma.bandcamp.com

https://importer-exporter.bandcamp.com

https://ghostbike417.bandcamp.com

(Turf doesn’t have anything on bandcamp yet)

And by the way, I don’t know when Turf’s new record is coming out, but it’s fantastic. They recorded it with Jonathan from Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin and he always does an incredible job.

MF: How would you say the Austin scene differs from that of Springfield’s?

GD: Austin’s scene seems more like a bunch of different scenes, whereas Springfield’s was definitely more unified. That being said, there were a lot of petty little cliques and people who didn’t like each other, so I won’t say it’s better by any means.

I feel like in Austin, everyone is kind of just doing their own thing, so you’re free to do yours. I dig it.

MF: Tell us about your PBR tattoo

GD: Haha I don’t really drink a whole lot anymore so I have kind of a strained nostalgia about it. I have a tattoo of a grim reaper with sunglasses smoking a cigarette that says “pbr youth” but that’s kind of a joke about the Grammer boys and our extended family. We jokingly referred to ourselves as the PBR youth crew.

MF: I love it.

GD: Haha thanks man

MF: You mentioned that this album is more of a “sit down” type album – Can you tell us a little about your writing process and the inspiration behind some of these songs?

GD: I think this one is going back to the kind of songwriting I was about before I put out my self titled. If you listen to my first EP Great Lands, or even my very first demo, all the songs are almost entirely lyric based. Like I said, the self titled just happened as a fun project. As far as the subject matter, I think I talk a lot about facing fears, leaving home, love, goofy stuff like that. But the biggest thing I think comes from this song, Pretending is Stupid. There’s one line where I say, “Why should I pretend to like what I don’t like? Just to be a cool guy and pick fights?” That comes from people in the music scene ousting others because they don’t like the right bands or wear the right clothes. I think that shit is wack. Art is for everybody. And even if your intention is to make something grotesque and disorienting, it should feel good to make. You shouldn’t feel like you have to make a certain kind of thing because other people don’t think it’s cool. Art is supposed to be fun.

MF: I couldn’t agree more. So with the exception of your tour, what’s next for you? (As a musician or as a person)

GD: At the moment, I’m just focusing on finishing up this semester of college. Then in June I’m actually going into a big studio to record a few new songs for an EP or a single or something. I don’t know when that’s gonna come out, but I’m excited. I think I’m gonna use my band on the session and we’re gonna record the bulk of it live, which will be nice, because I usually play everything myself.

MF: I’m glad we could talk. Thanks so much for your time Grady!

GD: Yup, thank you!

Make sure to catch Grady Philip Drugg at Beerland on April 25th and to watch the video for I Fear So Deeply.

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