#I’m gonna reblog this with more silent hill stuff probably

[mof17]

guess who got into an obsession with the silent hill games…….it’s the only thing I can think of at alll…

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Helluva Boss Theory: Was It Barbie Wire That Broke Blitz and Fizzarolli’s Friendship...? Part 1

[Note: Do Not Reblog Without Permission. and while this talks a little about Barbie Wire, this will also talk about some other stuff as well that has nothing to do with the show...don’t need to read this post if you don’t want to, it is optional.]  

this is just a theory, but I can’t help but wonder if Barbie might be just as bad as Stella, but in a different way...

but we wont know until the episode that has her appearing in shows what kind of person she is, and hopefully she isn’t fully like Stella.

but there is a reason why I think that Barbie could of had been the cause of Blitzo’s broken friendship, that she might of did something that might of put those two in danger, knowing full well that there was a dangerous situation happening on that day.

don’t know what could of happen to cause their friendship to break, but it might be linked to as to why Fizzy had to get cybernetic prosthetic limbs to replace his original arms and legs.

and fans have already been guessing that Fizzarolli was in a very bad accident.

so for all we know, maybe Mammon caused it.....and you know if that version of Mammon was real, I would probably want to groin punch him as well....

of course this isn’t a universe where live-action humans and cartoon characters co-live in, that is like two universes over in another dimension. XD          

and because of certain reasons, I would still wish I could groin punch the real Mammon.............well, him and those three Angels because of what they did to Lilith, and even old Grandpa Adam, because he was very stupid and insensitive back in his younger days, so both he, those three angels and Mammon will get the groin punch punishment.

and yeah as weird as it is, I know I might never do that.....

and I only got the thought of wanting to groin punch someone for the first time, because of the whole price of Coca-Cola being raised before, and I guess it is back to normal now, I guess...

and the one who I had the first thought of wanting to groin punch, was of Mammon, the embodiment of greed himself....

yeah I’m weird, but if his stupid greed influence messes with anything I and others like, then well I guess that first time thinking about groin punching someone, was gonna happen at some point....and it so happen to be Mammon I have those thoughts of wanting to groin punch.

but anyway back to the whole Barbie Wire Theory, while we did see the precious small cinnamon roll versions of both Blitz and Fizzy....

and we even see Blitz’s Dad, but not his Mom or Sister.

plus if any sneak peaks have to go on, it is possible that the twins that is Blitz and Barbie don’t have a good relationship right now, even if it might seem that way.

we might find out more in the future, like more about Barbie’s personality and hopefully I am wrong about the theory that it was her that broke both Fizzy and Blitz’s friendship.

they looked so happy when they were little kids and even when they were teenagers, so something bad must of happen to cause them to no longer be close.

and for all we know, maybe in the episode that shows Blitz and Fizzy as Implings, when Blitz was trying to make a balloon animal, Barbie might of been using a straw to spit something so small it couldn’t be seen just to pop the balloon that Blitz was trying to make into a animal.....I need to re-watch that episode again, it did end up popping right...?

well I’m going to go watch some episodes of Helluva Boss after this....

in my next post, I can talk about some FNAF theory, and maybe after that I can talk about a Silent Hill Theory.

I’m still not happy about the bad weather a few days ago, that made me lose what I was writing on tumblr that had to do with a Undertale Theory.

I will wait maybe until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to try to talk about the Undertale Theory I had wanted to post that day, but then the whole bad weather happen and lights went off and on, and I didn’t want to turn the computer back on because I was concerned that the lights and everything would happen again when I was in the middle of turning the computer back on.....which I’m glad that I decided not to turn it back on, because even when the lights came back on, it ended up turning back off a few moments or so later.....

hope everyone stays safe when that was going on.

and well it might be possible that Barbie could be two face, but hopefully that isn’t correct, and well besides the whole theory of her being the cause of Blitz’s falling out with Fizzarolli...

what if it turned out it is the same with Blitz’s relationship with Verosika Mayday.

how do we know that Barbie didn’t lie to Blitz to make him do insensitive stuff just to impress Verosika, and of course if he didn’t please her in bed, it might have to do with the freaking fact that Verosika had tired Blitz out...

I mean it’s in the name “Succubus” they could not just drain the energy of humans, which might have to be a lot of energy need to be taken, if the succubus don’t give a human a break to recharge some of that energy, they could in theory end up no longer alive.....

and we know how Moxxie was when he was harassed by Verosika and her gang, he was tired, and I think if I remember right, he said he had to go lie down.

and well it might be a odd thought, but if I do end up having my first time....

maybe I can have my romantic partner wear a gem bracelets to protect them...

you know, just in case....I mean if it is true that I am not just a Defective Earth Angel but possibly a Quarter Succubus, then maybe I should do something to protect the one I might end up being with in the future.....

then again that might not happen, I don’t really want to try to find anyone in that way right now, I had bad luck when it came to online boyfriends and I don’t feel like trying.....I rather just read about romance or play video games with it in it, or like watch shows that has it in it, as well as some movies with it in it.

plus if I did end up finally doing well, THAT.....I don’t want to be forced by being talked into it before I’m fully ready...

I mean I had that panic attack in the car a few years ago, when I was alone in the car when we were getting ready to move to the house we live at now.

[Note: Feel Free To Skip To Where It Talks About The Theories...]  

and I know the reason why that happen, it was because I was scared of being r*ped, cause some assaults do happen in the car, and even when it’s during the day or like very close to being night, I don’t like being alone in the car without those I can trust with me.

plus I want to be with someone, not that I want to right now, but I’m talking about well when I do want to be with someone.....and well, I want the one I end up with to understand that at times I don’t like being touched, even if it might seem I might enjoy it and I give off a small laugh or smile, but it doesn’t mean I will really enjoy it....

or how they would need to understand that I need to be by myself at times, to just relax and listen to some music or play video games or watch a movie or show I like by myself.

I don’t mind if my pet cat is close by, and I’m talking about my second cat.

and I don’t think I want to be kissed on the lips or cheek without consent.

there was one time when a friend, this happen in real life....and I might of talked about this before....anyway, she kept kissing me on the cheek, and at first it seem like a friendship type kiss, but then it started to become really uncomfortable to the point I didn’t really like it, and I had to have them stop it, because it was becoming not good, it was becoming really uncomfortable.

I don’t remember much from our time together, but I know we use to hang out, and I guess maybe we were more of friendly acquaintances.

they just kept kissing my cheek over and over, and over....which I can’t remember if it was the right or left side of my face.

but I know I remember the way they did it, and did it more than once, like maybe that went past two or three times, it had made me feel uncomfortable.

so since they weren’t stopping on their own, I had to make them stop it, because it was getting to the point where it had made me uncomfortable.

and even if she was a guy, I would of still end up feeling uncomfortable.

and I think some stuff that happen in my early childhood when I was really little, might be the reason why I don’t like to be touched at times.

like at times I’m okay with it, but other times I’m not...

I did mention before that there was this boy, who when I was really little, and he was the same age as me, I can’t remember if he was a year older or year younger.....but he kept placing his hand on my leg, and I didn’t like it.

and yeah it did end up stopping, but it doesn’t change the fact that he did something that I wasn’t comfortable with...

and anyway back to the topic and theory about Barbie Wire...

while I hope this theory might not be true, but there could be chances it is.

but we will have to wait and see which will be correct.

Blitz had been hurt by those who he let get close to him, and the only differences is Stolas stayed, when those like Fizzarolli and Verosika had left his side after a bad relationship.

is it weird that I think the song that might match Blitz, is “Give Your Heart A Break” by Demi Lovato.

oh my gosh.....the Ozzie episode.....thinking about what happens at almost the end of the episode, the song really does fit that situation. O_O

it’s okay that it’s just me that thinks that, but if Blitz ever did fall in love with Stolas, that song would so fit them.

I’m weird and those are gonna be my fan enbirl thoughts that will get weird....

and anyway, it might be possible that Barbie could of broken only the friendship with Fizzarolli, but didn’t do anything with Blitz and Verosika’s relationship.

then again it might of been all on Verosika, because Blitz might of needed a break and even when he was tired, he might of had enough energy to get him to the wrath ring....wait, didn’t Blitz say he was never at wrath ring before...?

anyway even if Verosika might scapegoat and fully blame Blitz for the terrible relationship, but she should get a good look in the mirror, because it might be possible it isn’t fully his fault that the relationship broke.

and Moxxie is living proof on what a Full Succubus can do to a Imp.

so that is evidence number 1....

Verosika might want to place all the blame on Blitz for the reasons why their relationship fell and broke....but really, it might of been her fault.

and if that is true, that would mean that Verosika is so full of herself and thinking she is The Goddess Gift To All Those Who Find Her Hot, that she couldn’t see that she was harming the only guy who liked her for her, and not just for her body.....way to go Verosika. *slow sarcastic hand-clapping*       

and in theory, if a love is true, and maybe strong enough, then a Succubus might not be able to cause well what we have seen on Moxxie....

I mean maybe, and for all we know maybe Wally could be the one to not end up in the same situation as Blitz and Moxxie. 

we haven’t seen Blitz in the same drained energy state that Moxxie appeared as when he had those kisses on him.....so I’m guess it could be possible that Blitz might of went through the same thing as him, and one of the reasons he got mad, was because he knew how it felt even when you tell succubus like Verosika “No Means No” or “I’m tired”.......

Blitz might act like a insensitive jerk to Moxxie at times, but deep down he still cares about him and is protective of both him, Millie and Loona.

maybe we will find out more about Blitz and Verosika’s relationship in a future episode and how it was before it fell apart.

and if Blitz an his family were Arch-Imps, and in theory I think that his and Barbie’s Mom, might of been a hybrid, being a type of mix between being both a Imp and Succubus, this could mean that both Blitz and Barbie, could be I guess a quarter succubus from their mother’s side of the family.

but just because Blitz is part succubus, doesn’t mean he wont still end up feeling drained of his energy from a succubus like Verosika, it just wont dangerously effect him as much as it did Moxxie, this could be because his succubus half keeps him safe from the really dangerous side effects.

 anyway because of certain reasons, I am gonna make this theory into two parts, and I will talk more about this theory about Barbie Wire and the other stuff that has to do with why Blitz’s romantic and platonic relationships become broken, like maybe either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.                            

it’s okay that not everyone agrees with this theory, it is just a fan theory and I hope that I am wrong about the theory that has to do with Barbie Wire being the cause of Blitz losing his friendship with Fizzarolli.                                     

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x15: Palm Springs (AKA A Fling in Palm Springs)

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Chapter Summary: The gang heads to Palm Springs for President’s day weekend.

Warnings: swearing probably, lots of fluffy feelings, mentions of sex. 

Words: 2,900

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A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this week’s episode! We are going to be skipping the next one but Laverne the gum-chomping waitress WILL make an appearance at some point in the series, so don’t worry. Next week the reader moves out with Brenda and deals with Class President election!

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“You’re really gonna stay and work all weekend?” You launch yourself backwards onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble against your legs, “Kelly says anybody who’s anybody goes to Palm Springs.”

“You’re talking to Kelly again?” Your brother cocks an eyebrow at you as he cuts himself a brownie, stuffing half of it into his mouth. 

“Well, no… Kelly told Brenda who told me— but what does it matter?” You steal the brownie pan from his other hand, and place it out of his reach, “Just because it’s from a secondary source doesn’t mean it’s not true. It’s a ritual. Like the geese flying south or something.” 

“How do you expect to get there? It’s not like you have a car, or a bike, or can afford a plane ticket.” You stay silent for a moment, then give him a pleading, rosy smile. “Oh, no. No! You’re not taking Duke to Palm Springs.” Duke was Eric’s beloved cherry red ‘48 Ferrari. It was given to him on his eighteenth birthday, previously loved and adored by your father, and his father before that and blah blah blah. 

“Please? I always take good care of it!” You beg, “I’ll even fill up the tank when I get back! What is it, a dollar per gallon?”

“Sorry. No way. You’ll have to ask Brenda,” he shrugs stubbornly, reaching around you and swiping the pan while you're preoccupied with the argument. 

“I can’t! She’s riding with Kelly!”

“Then ask Brandon— look, this isn’t my problem, Y/N/N. Either find another ride or don’t go.”

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“It has the original interior, the original grille work. It’s gorgeous,” Brandon enthuses, slipping his hand under your shirt and to your sides as you both lie in the backseat of Mondale, mid make-out session. Well, you were making out. Until he decided to stop it to talk about that car he wanted. Like guys often do.  “and it’s only twenty-five thousand dollars.” 

“Twenty-five thousand? Brandon! No wonder your dad won’t buy you that thing. Dads are cheapskates, It’s just a fact of life.” 

“Dylan‘s dad bought him a Porsche.”

“Babe, Dylan’s dad is facing a grand jury indictment,” you stifle a giggle as you pop a button off of his shirt. 

“But my dad knows how hard I work,” Brandon grumbles, “And to top it all off, last night Nat told me that I can’t go to Palm Springs this weekend with you, and all of my friends because his sister is sick and now I have to work all weekend. But hey, you don’t hear me complaining, do ya?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” 

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“Hey there!” You’re greeted  almost immediately by Brandon upon entering the Peach Pit, who’s over at the far end of the counter with a little blond boy. “What a nice surprise. I thought you’d be in packing mode for your trip… but knowing you, you packed early, didn’t you?”

“Always do,” you nod, taking the seat in front of him. You hand Brandon a modest wad of cash and kiss his cheek, making him smile. He mumbles a thanks as he stuffs it into his pocket and hands you a menu. 

“Hey… do you ever get the feeling that the entire world is flying in first class, and you’re stuck with a folding chair in the baggage compartment?” He takes your hand in his, leaning over the counter. 

“Never,” you deadpan. He studies your face, causing you to giggle into his shoulder. 

“Liar!” He laughs genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the edges,“you total liar!”  He straightens himself out, “This is Curtis.” He gestures to the adorable little boy beside you, “the hangout king of Beverly Hills.”

“It’s a free country, I can hang out if I want!” The little boy whines. 

“Hey, hey, relax, sport. No one said you couldn’t… but does your mom know how much time you spend here?”

“She’s the one that brung me! I told her the food’s not that good," Curtis criticizes, mowing down a plate of greasy french fries. 

“See what I have to put up with to make a buck?” Brandon teases, grabbing a plate of food from the kitchen and dashing off to deliver it to a table. Once he’s gone, Curtis turns his stool to you. 

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Oh! Well, uh… no. But he’s… not not my boyfriend,” you waffle. Curtis narrows his eyes, confused. “Look, it’s complicated, kid."

“You give him that friendship bracelet he’s wearing?” 

“Yeah, actually… he told you about that?” 

The kid dodges your question, chewing on the straw of his drink, “Why aren’t you wearing one?”

“It's a long story, Curtis. Certainly one you don't have time for, okay?" 

"I got plenty of time." 

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You couldn’t ride with your brother, you couldn’t ride with Brandon, there’s no way in hell you’re riding with Steve… that left one option. Brenda, Kelly, and Donna. 

“Donna,” Kelly giggles, “we’re not going to Europe. You don’t need three bags!”

“Kelly, I have to dress according to the guys we meet. I mean— high school guys, college guys, grad school guys, dropout guys— you cannot dress the same for all guys. No,” Donna shakes her head disapprovingly, like she just dropped a fashion truth-bomb on all three of you. To be honest, though, she kind of did. 

“I guess she has a point,” you laugh, propping yourself up against a locker, “Bring everything.” 

Then Steve saunters over, in his usual confusingly patterned button-down, an agitated look spread across his face. He nods down to the innumerable bags on the floor. 

“What, are we going to France?” He scoffs, only taking a moment before continuing, “Will you guys come on? There’s gonna be a lot of traffic on the roads." Gee, wonder what’s making him so delightful this afternoon.

“Hey gang!” Oh no. David Silver? What was he doing here? “Are we going to have a blast or what? Huh?” We? 

The rest of the group is just as lost as you are, exchanging silent looks of terror to the person next to them. Steve takes note of this and clears his throat.

“There’s been a uh, slight change in plans.”

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“It’s weird, I mean I want to be with Dylan and everything, but part of me just wants to get it over with. Like I’m the last person that hasn’t done it yet." Brenda confides uneasily as you all stand against Kelly’s convertible, waiting as the tank fills up.

“Brenda… you are,” Kelly replies. 

“No you’re not!" You assure her,  "Look, Bren, you’re really gonna like it… I think." Ha. Like you know any more than she does. Donna nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, totally… probably. Maybe? I—“ 

Kelly cuts Donna off, “Listen, who would you rather be with? Dylan McKay or David Silver?” 

“Bren, Dylan’s a wonderful guy. You’re gonna have a great time! And you brought protection, so there’s nothing to be worried about!” You place a soothing hand on her arm. 

“Right!” Brenda smiles, “I mean, I care about him, he cares about me, it’s gonna be great, right?”

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“My grandparents collect anything they can get their hands on,” David guides the four of you, sans Brenda plus Steve, as you wander his grandparents' house. It’s definitely nice, definitely big… kinda smells like patchouli and sunscreen in the best way. “When I was younger I used to travel with them but my dad’s mad at them about something so I don’t see ‘em much anymore.” 

“What’s he mad about?” Donna asks. 

“Well, my grandparents like my mom and think it’s, y’know, bad he wants to divorce her... Come on,” he waves you all over to him as he escapes through the back door, “I saved the best for last.” You reluctantly follow behind him, your shoes clacking down the concrete steps and into the depths of his backyard. It was gorgeous— a huge pool, palm trees, brick-lined lounging areas. You could get used to this. 

“Dude, we are definitely styling out here in this little desert oasis,” Steve grins, “David, I always knew you had potential.” No you didn’t. 

“Thanks, Steve,” David begins to venture further back, “but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! Look, if anyone gets in the mood, you climb up this little terrace here to this hidden nook and nobody will bother you.” You step up another flight of brick-lined concrete stairs and through a small patch of greenery, to be met with a cute little private hot tub… with people in it. 

“David?” The old woman gasps, clutching her small champagne flute.

“Grandma?” 

“What the hell are you doing here?” The senior man, presumably (and hopefully) his grandfather groans.

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“It was an amaaaazing trip!” David’s grandmother raves, pouring pretzels into a glass bowl as the group is gathered around the kitchen island. 

“It was indescribable,” his grandfather agrees excitedly, “we would dance every night under the stars.” He pulls Kelly from her stool, picking her up and spinning her around as if they were about to tango. 

“Ooh! Can somebody pull the ice cream?” His grandma asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Donna smiles.

“Triple. Chocolate. Chip. I mean, If we’re gonna do it, we should do it right.” Steve chuckles politely at the woman, though he looks like he wants to put a gun to his head. 

“Well, I’ve never seen so many old fogies on one boat in my whole life. I mean, a floating rest home is what it was!” His grandpa laughs heartily, getting ice cream bowls from the cupboard, 

“Oh, Henry, that’s not so. But hey, one day we woke up on the boat and we both said ‘Let’s go home!’” Funny. That’s exactly what you were thinking. “I mean, we missed our little house in the desert.” 

“We sure did,” Henry smiles happily, grabbing his wife’s jaw gently and planting a big smooch on her. “And lucky for us, we would have missed you if we didn’t cut our trip short!” 

“Uh, well you guys must be really tired. Huh?” David chuckles awkwardly. 

“Oh, we’re exhausted!” The woman nods, “but hey, who cares? I am so excited to see you! And to finally meet some of your friends! Hey! Why don’t we all stay up late, chow down on the snacks, and get to know each other?” Oh, joy. 

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“This way ladies,” David’s grandma guides the three of you upstairs, her hand on your shoulder. “You’re gonna go up these stairs, down the hall, first door on your right, and you are gonna love it.” You hop up the steps with Kelly and Donna, bags in hand. 

“Did you guys hear her?” Kelly starts, opening the door to the room and throwing her bags on an empty bed. Hey, she acknowledged you. That’s a start. “She said she was gonna invite all the cute guys from the neighborhood over to the pool tomorrow!”

“Steve is not gonna like that,” Donna 

“Oh, who cares?” Kelly snickers, “I wonder how Brenda’s doing.” 

“‘Oh! Dylan, what beautiful eyes you have!’” You joke, throwing your hand to your forehead and bowing backwards. 

“‘Oh, Brenda, you are so exquisite!’” Donna joins in, giggling. 

“Barf.”

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You splash your feet in the Silver's pool, crowds of people surrounding it. Overwhelmed by the vast amount of new people, you're off by yourself, kicking the water around, staring at your feet. 

"You know, there's room on this raft for two." You look up to Steve, lying back on a giant inflatable alligator. Ugh, if only it was a real one. 

"Why don't you ask your new girlfriends?" You point behind you to the two girls, who you could only think to describe as biker babes, lounging together. Porcelain white skin, spiked black bikinis, way more makeup than you need for a pool party. "They look pretty interested."

"Can you imagine what it would be like if you were interested? You know, me instead of Brandon?" You feign a gag, shaking your head. 

"I don't really want to, Steve," you cringe dramatically as he chuckles, "but thanks for getting that thought haunting my dreams forever. Really appreciate it."

"Remember—" He wags his pointer finger at your face, eyes narrowing lightheartedly, "I saw you first." He puts his foot flat against the concrete wall of the pool, kicking off, but as soon as he's far enough— he guffaws. Of course he laughs at his own jokes. 

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"Dylan, hi!" You practically leap over to him in the foyer, your damp feet leaving faint footprints on the cold floor.  "So?" 

He shakes his head, brows furrowed ever so slightly, "So?" 

"How'd it go?" You raise your eyebrows excitedly. 

"How'd what go?" 

"With Brenda!" He groans at that. 

"Don't ask."

"Well, it's too late, I already did." 

"What's with you girls?" Oh, this should be good. "You see a guy with another girl and you immediately think they're sleeping with her?! What is that?! I mean, every time a female customer goes into the Pit-- do you lose it at Brandon?" 

"Can't say I do. They usually want him. But thankfully it's not the other way around… look, if this is about the other Walsh-- and McKay, it better be, or else I have questions-- just talk to her about it. Have an adult conversation." 

"Easy for you to say, you're dating the king of good family values. The kid's a Hartley House episode." 

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You open the fridge in the kitchen, helping David’s grandparents scoop out ice cream. You fidget with the scoop in your hands before setting it down. After a devastating loss of Charades, you had to comfort your friends with ice cream. It was the only option, really. 

“How do you guys do it?” They both look up from the bowls to stare at you. “The whole long-term relationship thing,” you clarify. “It’s just so… scary.”

“You’re right,” Henry nods, “It’s very scary. Trusting someone, with your heart, your intimate feelings. I mean, before we got married, Adele broke up with me seven different times. Running for the hills was our solution to every problem. Giving yourself to that person— trusting that they’re going to cherish you, to value you and every intimate part of yourself— that is the hardest thing.”

Adele jumps in, “And you have to accept each other for who you are. For every flaw and every perfection, you have to let the other person be who they are. But when you do find the person you can really be yourself with, who you can have fun with, and fully trust… it is the greatest feeling in the world.” She takes the scoop from in front of you and begins scooping. “Who is he? It’s not David, is it?”

You giggle, “No. No, it’s not David. His name’s Brandon, he’s—“ you can’t stop a grin from slowly breaking out on your face, “He’s great. He’s kind, and considerate, and totally crazy about me... but it’s still scary, y’know? My last relationship didn’t exactly end on great terms. And if I barely even liked the other guy but I was still totally obliterated by it ending… I can’t imagine how I’d feel with Brandon. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. I guess you can imagine how much of a major scare that is, huh?”

“Seven break-ups, sweetheart. I can imagine.”

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"He even set up a meal plan for the kid! I can show you the security cameras if you want to see them," Nat indulges. You never thought you’d say this, but you were thrilled to be back in Beverly Hills. You missed your own bed, the Peach Pit… the cute waiter at the Peach Pit. And you’re thrilled to be eating something that isn’t ice cream. 

"Oh, don't you dare! I cannot handle any more of that guy being good with kids or else he's gonna get me to procreate with him-- and nobody wants a bunch of  little Walshes running around here," you snort, stirring your water mindlessly with the straw. Nat shrugs as he picks up an order.

“I could use the extra help!” As per usual, he booms out in laughter, walking away with the plate of food. 

“What’s he so happy about?” You twist your head to the kitchen and you’re faced with your overtly-paternal and charitable lover. 

 “Oh, it’s nothing. Just you fathering a sweet little homeless boy for the weekend,” you have to halt yourself from fawning over him. He’s probably the only teenage boy that would tolerate a little kid, let alone help them out like he did. 

“He told you about that?”

“You mean how you not only befriended the little boy, but fed him for free, and made sure that his whole family would stay fed until they got back on their feet? Yeah, he might’ve. I mean I laughed, I cried— it was the feel-good story of the year, B.” He smiles at his feet as he ties his apron around his waist. 

“I really missed you this weekend, Y/N/N.” 

“Well, I’m here to stay now,” you smile as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I’m a real lucky guy, you know that?”

“That’s funny. I was about to say the same thing.” 

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[tyrantisterror]

Your Own Personal Fallout

Y’know how a while back people were pitching new takes on Silent Hills, based on the idea that the scenery and monsters of Silent Hill differ depending on the psyche of the person who visits the town?  Every Silent Hill had to have a theme centered around its protagonist, a take on Pyramid Head and the Nurses, yatta yatta yatta?  I thought it might be fun if people did the same with pitches for Fallout, since there’s a great deal of variety between the different games in the franchise that can nonetheless be broken into some formulaic constants.

So uh, I wrote down the formula.  It doesn’t perfectly apply to EVERY Fallout game, but I think it works pretty well.  It’s long since I included explanations, so I’m gonna put a little cut here.  Later I’ll reblog this with my own take on a Fallout game because the idea’s been rattling in my head for a few days now and I wish to exorcise it.

Fallout: (Insert Title Here) Name and Location of The Wasteland:  i.e. something likeNew California, the Mojave Wasteland, the Commonwealth, etc. Time Period: i.e. the year this takes place in.  Anywhere from the mid 2100′s on would be reasonable. Primary Slice of Americana: While the early games were a bit more generalized, more recent Fallout games have taken a specific aspect of American culture as their theme.  New Vegas had a gambling and Wild West vibe, Fallout 4 focused on both the Revolutionary and Civil Wars, etc.  This is often tied to the location of the game and helps each different wasteland have its own personality. Central Thematic Conflict: All Fallout games explore the nature of humanity and war (or try to at least), but each one also tends to explore a specific aspect of humanity in that context.  Whether it’s the question of whether it’s better to hold onto the past or embrace the future (New Vegas) or the choice between personal freedom and personal security (Fallout 4) or, uh, whatever Fallout 3′s conflict was, the central theme of a Fallout story is important to its identity.

PC’s Title: i.e. the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, The Lone Wanderer, The Courier/Courier 6, The Sole Survivor PC’s Motive for Exploring the Wasteland: The player character has to be a stranger in a strange land, which in turn means they have to have a reason why they ended up in said strange land.  Did they get shot in the head while delivering mail and now want to find the lowdown son of a bitch that nearly killed them?  Were they chosen to find a mcguffin the people in their hometown need?  Are they looking for a lost family member?  There are a lot of options, the stranger the better.

Bestiary

Returning Creatures and Robots: ‘Cause it’s not Fallout without radroaches, Deathclaws, and ghouls

Flimsy Justification for Why Super Mutants Are Still a Thing: In the original game it was a huge and important plot point that Super Mutants can’t reproduce and their creator offed himself.  However, Super Mutants quickly became iconic monsters in the franchise, and as a result have shown up in every game since anyway.  Fallout 3 and Fallout 4 came up with very flimsy reasons for why Super Mutants were still around, so if you include Super Mutants - and it’s going to be hard not to since, again, they’re iconic at this point - you’ll have to figure out your own terrible explanation for why they’re still around.

New Creatures and Robots: At the same time, we need new critters to keep the story fresh

Factions

Faction 1: The Well Intentioned But Flawed One

Leader: the person what leads the faction

Goal: What this faction wants to do for/to the Wasteland

Distinctive Visual and Behavioral Theme: What makes this faction stick out from all the other NPCs in the game.  Faction NPCs should stand out both visually and in their behavior, so as to make their faction’s personality known.

Faction 2: The Obviously Evil (But Partially Justified?) One

Leader: 

Goal:

Distinctive Visual and Behavioral Theme:

Faction 3: The Amoral But Not Necessarily Evil One

Leader:

Goal:

Distinctive Visual and Behavioral Theme:

Faction 4: The Fucking Brotherhood of Fucking Steel OR, ALTERNATIVELY, An Actually Interesting Fourth Choice

Leader:

Goal:

Distinctive Visual and Behavioral Theme:

Companions

Male Unaffiliated Companion:  A male companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions

Female Unaffiliated Companion: A female companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions

Robot Companion: A robot companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions

Canine Companion: A dog/cyberdog/canine-like companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions.  Most are called Dogmeat as a callback to the first canine companion in the first Fallout.

Third Nonhuman Companion: A ghoul, super mutant, intelligent deathclaw, or other sort of non-human companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions.

Evil Companion: A companion who you can meet and ally with regardless of your reputation with the factions who is also just a total fucking asshole.  Just a real shitheel of a person.

Faction 1 Companion: A companion who allies with you if you have a good reputation with the first faction.

Faction 2 Companion: A companion who allies with you if you have a good reputation with the second faction.

Faction 3 Companion: A companion who allies with you if you have a good reputation with the third faction.

Faction 4 Companion: A companion who allies with you if you have a good reputation with the fourth faction.

Other NPCs: Fallout games have a lot of fun, lovable, or otherwise notable and interesting NPCs that aren’t companions or faction leaders, and this is where you’d list these extraneous characters.

Locations:

Starting Town: the first town you come across when you leave the starting area.  Will essentially serve as a tutorial for the basic stuff in the game.  There will be at least one merchant with mostly cheap and low level stuff, a doctor with medical supplies, some colorful but ultimately flat NPCs, and an easy conflict for you to solve in at least a few different ways, ending in a brief bit of conflict before you go on your way.

Small Town 1: Similar to the starting town, small town 1 isn’t the source of a lot of quests, but it’s where you’re introduced to the conflict between the factions, and should have at least one or two important plot hooks.

Small Town 2: Similar to the previous two towns, this isn’t a place you’ll be going to often, but it does have at least one quest associated with it that’s really fascinating, encouraging the player to explore more.

The Big City: NPCs all over the map reference this place, making you know it’s a BIG DEAL.  It’s loaded with side quests, merchants, and some of the best NPCs in the game, and is also involved in at least a few of the main plot quests.  You will meet at least one of your companions here.

The Less Big City:  Almost identical to The Big City in terms of complexity and importance, but is also noticeably lesser in comparison.  It’s slightly smaller, has a few less sidequests, etc.  Still, it’s important, and you will meet at least one companion here as well as have at least one main quest take place in it.

The Sketchy City: Also very similar to the Big City in terms of importance and complexity, the Sketchy City has the quirk of being a far more dangerous place.  It’s a wretched hive of scum and villainy and also some of the coolest/weirdest side quests in the game.  You will meet at least one companion here - probably the evil one.

Faction 1 Headquarters:  The primary base of the first faction.  Can be as small as a single building or as large as a whole city.

Faction 2 Headquarters: see above

Faction 3 Headquarters: see above

Faction 4 Headquarters: see above

Scary Sidequest Dungeon: A building, vault, cave, or similar location that is the basis of a particularly scary sidequest.

Funny Sidequest Dungeon:  A building, vault, cave, or similar location that is the basis of a particularly funny sidequest.

Tedious and Enormous Sidequest Dungeon:  A building, vault, cave, or similar location that is the basis of a sidequest that just takes for fucking ever to finish. 

Super Weird Sidequest Dungeon:  A building, vault, cave, or similar location that is the basis of a sidequest that is notably weird and unlike pretty much any other sidequest in the game in terms of its aesthetics, enemies, etc. 

The Obligatory Vault: There has to be at least one vault, or else it’s not Fallout.

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for the end of year meme: 1, 8, 10, 14, 20 !! Please and thank you!

OH MAH GOD IT’S LATE!!! (I am so sorry @nalufever I finally got around to answering asks and I’m starting with the most recent ones!! It’s appropriate as they are for the “End of the year” meme I reblogged!)

 Anyways, without further ado, let’s answer these lovely questions~! >w

1. First things first, did you have a good year?

A: Well, I guess that is the first thing to ask when jumping from one year to the other! ^_^ If I’m being honest the year started out really bad. Lots of family problems, stress from college and my horrible relationship was weighing me down and draining me of my energy. I never want to blame anything on anyone, but I was in a dysfunctional relationship with someone and I finally got out of it around April. It’s a long story, but I don’t feel like dwelling on that stuff. I’m stronger now! (I mean I “hope” so ^ ^;) I was happy that I got in the honours roll for my first year which gave me entry to showing my artwork to judges at the college I got to! It was an amazing experience and I made some cool friends along the way! It’s a small class, but we’re like a family. :D As for my actual family, I lost my grandma…She was an inspiration to me and even today I will always show my appreciation for my grandparents! Other than that, my family had gotten better and we can finally understand each other a bit more when it comes to communication which is always a plus!! :3 Even on here with Tumblr being who it is, I still have lots of friends that didn’t leave and I’m happy to see they are better from last year! In short, (cause you can see THIS is a paragraph xD) I think the year was wishy-washy! It was all over the place, but it made up for it at the end to be called “good”. ^v^

8. Which fashion trends did you hate?

(I thought of him when I thought of the word fashion xD Don’t kill me, I LOVE Max

A: Even though my mom is a lady who lives by fashion, I can’t say I know the styles of 2018! ;w; I looked up a source (well you know Vogue and all that jazz :/) to base my opinion on. I only think this would be easier if I could say what I “loved”, but it’s a hate one so gotta be mean xD lol. I mean I never “hate” anything, so I’m gonna give it a shot. 

One thing I don’t like about fashion trends if I’m being frank is that it’s usually clothes on the runway. Many styles I see based on Vogue’s source are styles I can’t see the everyday person wearing. Personally, I wouldn’t wear half of those designs outside. That’s just me. My sense of style is a hybrid of my mom’s fashion she wears/sells, 80′s-90′s fashions and cutesy outfits. (that I think I’d look bad in ;w;) I’m gonna give a small bullet point list. (I know I always say small xD)

 Arty Impressions - This was the first one on the article I read. From what I can gather it’s fashion with famous works printed on it. (Artworks, for example, Andy Warhol’s, screenprints) I mean I can see the connection, but for me wearing something with a reproduced art piece is hard for me to personally wear. LIke it has to be done like how T-shirts have a design in the middle or small embellishments on it to make me wear it. The example I saw is fun and creative, but for me, I couldn’t see myself liking/wearing those pieces. It depends. 5/10? I guess xD

Plastic/see-through material - This honestly has been a reoccurring style that I have seen. It’s become more prominent now according to last year’s trends. I can’t stand the “see-through” look. I don’t know what it is, but it’s just too awkward to wear outside. LIke people will defend that you can wear what you want, but for ME and ME Only, I can’t wear those kinds of stuff. I would feel very scared/concerned with how I look. (Even to myself) If you don’t know what I am referring to, I mean like that umbrella looking material. (I’ve added the source in the paragraph above for this question! ^_^)

Geometric/Flannel Print - I can never see myself liking the flannel scene. For pyjamas, no problem! To wear outside, I can’t bring myself to do that. You can see me in an old sweater, but flannel I don’t think any of my friends have seen me in that xD I just can’t say it’s aesthetically pleasing to me. I have a problem liking this style. Maybe I will when I get older, but as I’m young and creative I see myself wearing clothes for the young generation! :P (my mom says that anyways xD lol) The clothes that make you feel like partying, even though you don’t go outside like me xD lol 

As much as I love talking about fashion, I think I would bore everyone with my opinions. xD (You’re definitely not here for these are you? xD If so, thank you) 

10. What song sums up this year for you?

A: I don’t have a definite answer, but I went through a lot of things. Many times I wanted to be in a dream world…Like to escape everything. All the pain and depression. I still feel that way, but in 2018 it was WAY worse. This song I originally heard in Silent Hill: Downpour (A GAME I LOVE ;w;) was a song I thought of when I see this question. I think it’s a great song! sad, but I’d recommend it. The singer’s voice is lovely. It invokes so many emotions in me ;w; (I’ll give a youtube link) 

Ed Harcourt - From Every Sphere

14. Favorite new TV show?

(I HAD to make it this guy >w

WARNING: HUGE ANSWER BELOW!

A: Well, as you may know, I don’t watch many shows anymore. I mostly play video games, but for the sake of this amazing question, I’ll say what anime(s) I did enjoy last year! I don’t think I’ve ever loved an anime as much as I love Gintama. It’s really funny because I originally “disliked” Gintama. It was a naive thing for the young me to have said at the time. I judged the show so harshly after seeing anime (IMO) being shat on with the usual themes and scenes I ALWAYS see. I began to give up on anime as a whole. My story starts when I was pissed at my brother telling me, “Gintama is amazing Tash, trust me you’ll regret hating it.” I answered with my normal response of, “ sure Ja, you ALWAYS say that. How will this be any different?” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…Well, it’s too late now for present-day me. My brother showed me all the “humorous” parts first. (I honestly felt like he tricked me, but the show really starts that way xD) Anyways, we eventually watched a few episodes and I told him I didn’t understand the humour. (it’s honestly hard to get into if you’re not open-minded or don’t understand the comedy Sorachi uses) Until he decided to hit me with his ace, “The Shinsengumi Crisis Arc”. All I can say is, a different side of me was born. I started to see what a show could truly offer if it was done right, the way I wanted to see it. It’s hard to explain, but without Gintama’s sad/inspirational/happy/stupid/clever story writing/arcs I don’t think I would have ever gotten through 2018. I haven’t finished the episodes as of its recent update, but I really learned a lot from the show. I want to give a HUGE shoutout to Sorachi for writing this masterpiece and I would 10000% recommend it to ANYONE! It’s a show that changed my views on people’s situations and lives. I think all the arcs are amazingly written and so far I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of it! It really got me in the feels. I can honestly say that if you can’t feel after seeing an arc in Gintama, you haven’t felt. It’s that amazing! (Then AGAIN, it’s an opinion not everyone will sadly share xD) Also, I am really enjoying Bleach! I’m sad at how it ended in terms of what things happened and I honestly hope Kubo will be ok. I loved his episodes and the earliest ones really touched my heart like Gintama. He’s also really great at making me cry every episode! :P

(GOD SORRY FOR THE ESSAY AND STUPID STORY LINES xD I’m sorry I can’t add a RM for this b/c then everything under can’t be seen like the other answers ;w;) 

20. Did you develop a new obsession?

Well…YES! Many obsessions!! The real question is which is the one that I obsess over the most? Well I’ll put some bullet points to hopefully make it smaller xD

First of all, I don’t want to say it but I’ve taken a “liking” (what an understatement lol) to Gin Ichimaru from Bleach~! >////

I think everyone knows, but I have an obsession with cute/pink/pretty stuff. (Can it be called that?) I just LOVE pastel colours or pinks/blues/purples. Those kinds of soft colours you see in Hello Kitty toys or Fairy Kei/Kawaii merch (if I’m correct xD) I just have a HUGE soft spot for childhood stuff! I literally still act like a kid xD lol I don’t think I’ll be growing up anytime soon haha xD lol I just love to collect them! :) 

Vaporwave I guess has become a new obsession and old art styles of the past! I just can’t stop being in awe at those marble statues! The curvature and bodies are so magnificent! >w

So many different art styles that are brought to this world! :D This is the truth! I absolutely love most styles I see on here and whenever I encounter them! >w

Other than that, I don’t think I have any other obsessions I know about :P Sorry, I’m super boring xD That’s the art student life lol (only me guys xD dw)

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR MESSAGING ME AND SENDING THIS AMAZING ASK YOU AWESOME PERSON!!! @nalufever I am so happy to have gotten something from you and I hope you’ve had a great Christmas and Happy New Year, friend!! I hope you stay happy and healthy this year!! All the best to you! Thank so much once again for taking the time :)

If anyone else is interested, you can send me something as well~!

Take care from me and Happy New Years everyone!!!

Saku~!

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What is your middle name? -- You know, about a year ago in a D&D session, I was attempting to sass the big bad (I’m much better at sass when I have time to think about it, D&D is such a time pressure that I’ve wound up playing much more of a strong silent type than I intended), and I said “Defiance is my middle name” and the DM wound up making Defiance the name of the country my character is from. Which is a delightful sort of NYC/Vegas mashup, quite different from Defiance, Ohio. ^_^ Also the capital city is called Skreuyu (pronounced, of course, Screw-you). :D

What are you passionate about? -- Dear god. What aren’t I passionate about? O_O I could attempt a brief and incomplete list, but this is a long meme anyway. ;-) Besides, you’re here, you’ll hear about it all sooner or later. XD

Zebra or leopard print? -- Either one, but only if it’s in day-glo neon rainbow colors. And not to wear, particularly. Fake-fur blankets and pillows, mostly. Lisa Frank was... a formative influence. ^_^ If I ever have money to actually decorate a place of my own, it’s gonna look very much like Wes Janson decorated it, although possibly with fewer Ewoks. (I do have a BB-8 penny bank, though.)

Do you have any fears? -- Honestly, at this exact moment, I’m too damn sleep-deprived to know. XD When I’m awake it’s probably social anxiety stuff. When I wake up at 4am tomorrow in my car, I may or may not be having the kind of weird quasi-psychotic fears that come with a certain level of sleep deprivation, where I’m suddenly convinced my laptop is going to eat me. Right now, nothing especially comes to mind.

Silver or gold? -- To wear? Gold. My skin corrodes silver. But as a color, I like silver better.

Top three places to visit? -- Ooh. Um. That I’ve been to, or not? I want to go back to Washington DC, and someday I want to be extremely sane and go back to Indiana, and someday I’d like to go back to the Black Hills and see all the geology tourism things, because the only one I saw as a kid was Mount Rushmore, which is more of a colonialism tourism thing. That I’ve not been to... Scotland, maybe? And Hawaii and Yellowstone, again for the geology nerdery? I feel like there are places I’ve very specifically wanted to go someday that I’m blanking on.

Where are you from? -- Indiana, once upon a time. Love the place, cannot deal with the people. Miss the snow. And the autumn leaves. And the library.

First career you wanted as a child? -- Paleontologist, best I can remember. Some things stay pretty constant. I don’t have the physical health to be a geologist anymore, if I ever did, but damn, I still want to take some more classes or keep up with the field somehow.

What’s your sign? -- You know, I’m not being bothered with this at the moment. I’m sure it’ll come up in a reblog pretty soon, I do those memes a lot.

Future names of your children? -- I refuse to have any. Five generations my bio-family has fucked up, all by trying too damn hard not to be their mothers. I will be a weird adopted relative and not name anybody anything.

What are you listening to right now? -- A fifteen-minute instrumental cover of “Turkey in the Straw”, to block out the myriad noises of the fast food place so I can think words. I’ve been looping it for hours and I’ll presumably be looping it for hours more.

Do you believe in fate/destiny? -- I have a lot of weird conflicting opinions about things like fate and destiny. I think if the universe is being... directed, by a god or fate or destiny or anything with intelligence or purpose, it’s an asshole and ought to be punched. It’s not actually any less depressing if the universe is being run by random chance and just happens to shake out in ways that make it seem like it’s being run by an asshole, but it’s less angering. *tries to word* I do get the feeling, the... desire for shit to have a purpose and to make sense, but a big part of me thinks that’s pareidolia or something related. It’d be nice if all this bullshit was eventually gonna shake out to me being either a stable human being or an epic hero, but I strongly doubt it. (And even if it did, a smart enough god should be able to get me there with less suffering, if it wanted to. So at minimum, if there’s a fate or god or destiny directing me, it’s either sort of incompetent, or motivated by priorities like taking the most direct route rather than minimizing the chances for me to die along the way, or it’s kind of a sadist. Sorry, I have Feelings about this one.)

Ethan, however, has a take that I think is... relevant, to the state of the world at the moment. He thinks the specifics of the world at any given time are all determined by chaos and random motion, but that there’s a cosmic balance between... stuff that’s very hard to give names to. “Good and evil” is part of it. “Order and entropy” might be a little closer. “Light and darkness”, whatever. But there’s this cosmic balance, and if, say, the Forces of Evil or whatever you want to call them... if something pushes too hard in one direction, tries to make one side win, the universe is gonna bounce back. There’s always gonna be that push-pull. Lots of people can get hurt or killed in the process, but because Ethan and I both read LOTR at formative ages, where we wind up at is the line “They cannot conquer forever”. You can’t have... you can’t get stuck. This is probably terribly Manichaean or something of us, but right now that’s the best I can word. That there’s always gonna be the thing you are Against, but there’s also always gonna be the thing you are For, even if one of them gets pretty squished for a while.

What are your career goals? -- Sometimes what you want to be when you grow up is “paid”. ;P I’d like to reach a point where I never have to ask the internet for money again, while continuing to be alive, and maybe can even give other people money. Help support my friends, travel around doing meetups, go to conventions or whatever, maybe do some cosplay. What exact job I’d be doing, Chaos only knows.

What is your favorite color? -- Blue. Royal blue, midnight blue, cobalt blue. Often with stars on.

What is your favorite flower? -- Uh. I’m gonna say these little striped white and purple crocuses that would come up through the snow in the spring? I loved those.

What was the first concert/show you attended? -- The Monkees 45th anniversary reunion concert. I said at the time that I’d blown five years of luck on the improbable string of coincidences that led to me getting there, but I’m so damn glad it happened, because I enjoyed it immensely, and Davy Jones died before what would have been their 50th. And hey, that was 2011, maybe I’m accumulating some luck again. ;-)

Something you are working on right now? -- This meme? XD In more general terms, reblobbenating some really old posts from my previous blog, as well as filling up my queue from same. It’s pretty slow going.

Have you ever had a near-death experience? -- Not the sort where you see a tunnel of light or go out of your body. Just the kind where you nearly die. :P

Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? -- Pfffft. Time management is something that happens to other people. ;P Occasionally I do get something done right away, but mostly it’s the night before deadline, or sometimes the night after. o_O Maybe when I have some spoons I’ll be better at that.

Left or right handed? -- Right. Very much so. My left hand is clumsy enough that I never did really get the hang of playing the piano with both hands, and I still struggle with video games that aren’t Mass Effect. (I’m good at Mass Effect because I’ve been playing it for something like five years at this point. ^_^)

TV Shows and anime you watch regularly -- Hah. I don’t watch anything regularly. I don’t even read books regularly, I go through phases where I don’t read a book for months and then suddenly I’m reading ten in a day. And I don’t do open canons, anyway; they interact badly with my particular anxieties and stress levels.

Halloween costume idea for this year? -- I generally default to a cowboy or a pirate. I also have a witch hat now. But I might come up with something else. Living in an apartment complex, though, there will be no trick-or-treaters, so unless I wind up working somewhere that does Halloween costumes, the point is rather moot.

What is your relationship status? -- Single, aromantic, have never dated anyone, would rather like a primary relationship at some point but that’s an issue for when I can support myself. :P

Last movie you just watched? -- I genuinely don’t know. Probably Black Panther? No, that was like February. Hot Fuzz?

A song that’s been stuck in your head? -- This very seldom happens to me. I think the last one was Janice Buckner’s “Strange Friends”, a little-known ‘80s children’s song, of which I can remember neither the tune nor the lyrics. Usually I can at least remember the lyrics even if I don’t know what tune they went to.

A book you want to read/have recently read? -- Erm. I just reread Aaron Allston’s X-wing books, if you can call it rereading when I was mostly skimming looking for good tumblr URLs (I found a lot, but none that felt like me). I’m not really in a reading phase at the moment, so.

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Together Again

Happy first day of lovefest everyone! Woo :) It has begun. Gear up for some fluff, smut, and feels. NSFW. Let’s get that out of the way. This whole week will be NSFW. I’m so psyched for everyone’s contributions. Today’s prompt is keep quiet. I wanted to do something familiar but also with a little out of the box twist, and where better to do that than Fairy Hills. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like! I’ll be back tomorrow with the next prompt ;)

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: Keep Quiet

Length: 3.2k

Together Again

"Shhh, Gajeel!" Levy whispered between muffled giggles, "You're going to get us caught." His fingers did not leave her side for a second as the pair snuck through the dimly lit hallway. A few laughs escaped Levy's lips before she clamped her hand over her mouth, the other batting blindly behind her, begging him to stop.

Gajeel laughed deeply and dodged another swipe. "You know how I am, Lev," he leaned in close, "your laugh is so cute I just wanna hear it again." Levy buckled against a wall and fought to stay silent as he unleashed another torrent of tickles. A quick knee to the gut finally made him stop, but Levy's nerves were on edge. They were making too much noise. Sooner or later someone would hear them.

"Now stay quiet til we get to my room. No one can know you're here."

Gajeel grumbled his acceptance, but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of a few opportunities to make her squirm. They turned the corner to the main hallway, creeping passed the bedrooms, when a flash of light from the common bathroom and hoarse voice stopped the pair in their tracks.

"Gajeel?" the voice yawned, "Is that you?" Levy's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She had to think fast. Turning, she saw waves of blue hair shuffling towards them. Juvia. Ok, how to deal with Juvia? Gajeel stood stock still as drowsy arms wrapped around him; his eyes pleaded with Levy for help. "Did you come to give Juvia a hug?" Her voice was heavy with sleep. "I like your hugs, but Juvia would prefer it if you were Gray." A cross between anger and embarrassment lit Gajeel's face ablaze with blush. Levy circled around as Juvia nuzzled an ever increasingly panicked Gajeel.

"Juvia," Levy cooed, "you're sleepwalking again. This is all a dream." It was the only plan she could think of at a moment's notice, but she had to run with her decisions. It might work; Juvia was clearly tired.

"Juvia doesn't think so." She spoke slowly; she'd probably forget this whole thing if Levy could just get her back to her room. "Juvia dreams of Gray, not Gajeel." She squinted up at Gajeel who had remained paralyzed during the whole conversation. "Still, Gajeel isn't back from his job, and Juvia misses him, maybe she dreamt him so she could give him a hug."

"That's right, Juvia," Levy said softly, "dream Gajeel is here to give you a hug and tell you not to worry." There was a moment of silence before Levy gave an exaggerated cough; Gajeel had not taken her hint. Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he looked down at Juvia.

Hugging her softly, Gajeel reassured her, "Real Gajeel is fine, Juvia. You're asleep, go back to bed." He stroked her hair a few times before trying to extract himself from her arms. She didn't budge.

Juvia looked up at him, gears in her mind turning. "Hhhmmm." Faster than either of them thought she could move, Juvia kicked Gajeel in the shin. Levy bore a glare into Gajeel's soul that promised a fate worse than death if he uttered a sound. Juvia smiled, satisfied with her tired experiment. "Dream Levy is right. Real Gajeel would have cursed Juvia out if she kicked him." She gave him a final squeeze. "Goodbye dream Gajeel. Juvia will see real Gajeel soon." Setting him free, she mumbled, "she misses him almost as much as Levy does. Juvia hears her at night." She sprouted a large yawn, slowly turning away. "Except for one night Levy didn't come home."

"Juvia," Levy soothed, "dream Gray is waiting for you back in your room."

Juvia's smile widened, her attention shifting to her room and dropping Gajeel like a piece of trash. "Wait for me, my love, Juvia is coming." Passing Levy, Juvia touched her shoulder. "Goodnight dream Levy, don't let dream Gajeel be too rough with you. Juvia notices the hickeys." Levy nearly fainted on the spot; her entire being went pale, and her heart raced until Juvia was gone.

Levy couldn't move a muscle, Juvia's words had sent chills through her brain. Gajeel carefully walked over and picked her up, silently carrying her the rest of the way to her room. He closed the door behind him and exhaled for a long few seconds. Levy turned on a lamp, and now that they were alone, the color returned to her face. An air of calm came over the room. Gajeel went to sit in a chair by Levy's bed, but it was not a chair at all. He sat and promptly tumbled down a chair shaped pile of books, landing on the floor with a thud and string of curses. It was great that Levy loved books, but when there were so many extra piled around that they could be mistaken for furniture, there was a problem. She needed more space. Levy whispered curses of her own, telling him to be more careful and that he knew the only chair in her room was placed neatly under her desk.

Levy crossed her arms, her voice angry but beseeching. "You can't be loud if you're gonna stay here. Guys aren't allowed. You know that."

Still slightly irritated at the pain in his tailbone, Gajeel kicked off his boots, not caring if they banged against the door. Juvia already knew he was here anyways.

Levy stared him down, eyes pleading. "Gajeel! Seriously, someone will notice the noise and come check on me and they'll find you." Her nervousness resounded in her voice. "I don't want to spend the night without you. This has to be better than sleeping in the Guild. Lily said he'd be finished clearing the rust out of your place by tomorrow.” She inhaled slowly. “Please, do this for me."

Gajeel saw the pain in her eyes; he'd felt it himself. The bitterness of neglect, the sting of turning around and not seeing her smiling face. He craved more attention from Levy than he'd ever imagined he could need. Gajeel had been parted from his light, and he knew she'd felt the same. He walked over and hugged her trembling figure, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, Shrimp, I'm not going anywhere. This is nicer than the guild. Thanks for letting me stay here," he paused, kissing the top of her head, "I don't wanna spend another night apart from you either. I just don't like being quiet if I don't have ta, and we shouldn't need to when we're alone." Her shaking ceased, and she relaxed into his chest.

Gajeel leaned down and kissed her deeply, giving her the love she'd been deprived over the week-long job that had kept them apart. Scooping Levy up in his arms, he fell onto the bed. They embraced for a long time, just kissing and nuzzling, finally able to be together again. Gajeel held her close. He ran his fingers through her hair, grasping at her very being. He'd missed her so much while he was gone. It had been overwhelming, consuming his every thought until he could get back to her. Now that he was here, it was even more overpowering; his love for Levy dwarfed every other emotion. When they were breathless from their kisses, he curled around her, protecting his treasure. Gajeel ran his hands lazily over her skin, alternating between rubbing her muscles and just enjoying the way it felt to hold her. His fingers had wandered over her breast and he instinctively rubbed her nipple; he didn't even realize what he was doing until Levy's moan reached his ear. It just felt so good to have him against her that she let it slip, and the mood of the room adjusted dramatically. The lust they had both held back spilled over. Gajeel caved first.

"I gotta hear that again." His intensity was sudden, like the rush of water pouring out of a broken dam. "So…so many nights without you. It was awful. I need to hear you do that again." Gajeel was suddenly on top of her, nosing her neck, her answer the only string holding him back.

"Yes." Levy surged to kiss him. "But be quiet, or you won't be the only one who hears it." His hands were all over her breasts, rubbing and pinching every inch of skin. A moan nearly crested the tip of Levy's lips.

"I can live with that."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What?"

Gajeel looked at her quizzically. Hadn't they addressed her worries just minutes ago? He grunted, apparently not. "Well if they hear you, then all your friends will know what a great lover you have and leave us alone."

"No," Levy squeaked, "If they hear us I'd be…embarrassed. Even though Juvia was half asleep, she'd remembered one of my hickeys from last time."

"Oh yeah, she also said you didn't come home one night?" Gajeel asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He hadn't realized he'd avoided the subject until now.

The tips of Levy's ears burned. She'd been so lonely and desperate for anything reminiscent of Gajeel, so one night she'd snuck into his place. To her attention deprived mind, it had been a way to feel close to him. Being inside his home was comforting, so comforting that she'd fallen asleep in the nest of blankets on his bed. The next morning had greeted her with a whirlwind of questions and half-baked explanations for where she'd spent the night.

"Yeah." She saw a glint of worry and eased his mind. "I went to your place. I missed you, and I kinda fell asleep. Sorry. I may have broken in actually."

Gajeel sat there gaping, impressed by her boldness. She'd missed him so much. His lips latched on hers with renewed fire. "Don't be sorry, unless you left the window open and that's why I came home to all my stuff covered in rust," he teased. "You falling asleep in my bed—it only makes me love you more."

Levy fell deeper into his eyes with each graze of their lips. She felt herself pulling off her shirt, drunk on the taste of Gajeel. He unhooked her bra, removing it swiftly, and grabbed her hands. They came to rest on his bare chest, shirt discarded to the books. Levy had a sweet spot for his chest and he knew it. She melted like butter when he held her close and they moved against each other. Skin on skin, heartbeats connected in the same space, they fit together like unlikely puzzle pieces. Gajeel would be lying if he didn't admit that the feeling of her soft breasts dragging up and down his chest turned him on, but it would put Levy in a far greater heat than his own.

Levy felt his muscles twitch as she traced his nipples with the pads of her fingers. She flicked his tips and he growled long and low. He pulled her into his lap flush against his sculpted abs. Their heads lolled to the side in a tug of war, giving and receiving kisses. Gajeel's heart raced as his need to be with her increased dramatically. He ground his hips up, hoping she would grind back down on him. His breath caught when she did, her fingers running through his thick hair and her neck arching back.

Gajeel moaned low. "You love it, Shrimp, don't ya? When I touch you."

Levy signed in return. Her skin prickled with the anticipation of what was to come. His hips rolled under her, coaxing her out of her inhibitions. "Oh, gods, yes I do."

Gajeel sucked at the point just above where her neck met her shoulder and ran his hands down her back. The rolling of his hips quickened. "Well then, Shrimp," he purred into her ear, "it's your job to be quiet, but I'm gonna make it damn hard for you." He chuckled, dipping his hands under her shorts, pawing at her soft skin. Levy quickly grabbed his cock over his pants, pulling a moan from his depths.

"See, you don't want people to hear that and come crashing in, now do you?"

"I don't want anyone to come in, sure. But I don't care if they hear us." His lips traveled up her neck, landing at the back of her jaw. He ran his tongue over the area, and Levy had to fight back a whine. He knew her body too well. "The noise keeps others away; when a dragon mates, things get loud." Gajeel was relentless to please her. Tiny sparks raised the hairs on her skin wherever he touched. "It's just something you're gonna have to get used to."

Levy nearly melted into putty in his hands. "Gajeel, I don't want either of us to get kicked out." Her words and body betrayed each other, her mind and heart torn. "And the girls will be all over me," she paused, eyes looking up to meet him, "I just want this to stay between the two of us." Gajeel stayed his hands for a moment, taking in her gaze.

It was still there, the worry in her eyes. She wasn't ready for others to be aware of how intimate they were. The guild had been supportive of them, making jokes and poking fun, but the air of judgment about him had not ceased. Of all women, he had to fall for Levy McGarden, and of all men she loved him back. Sometimes it felt like a cruel joke the world played on them, teasing them with the taste of love and the sting of regret all at once. He knew he loved her more than anything in the world, and he'd give his final breath to protect her, but that image had yet to fade from the others' minds. He'd won their trust but not their love, only hers. It would dissipate in time. He'd prove that he could make her the happiest woman in the world, but for a while longer he'd have to keep his treasure to himself.

Gajeel smiled, kissing her lips gently and rubbing soft circles against the crown of her head. "Ok. I won't be loud and I won't make ya scream," his fingers brushed her skin, starting at her breasts and making their way to the button of her shorts where he nudged the fabric open, "but I won't go easy on you." Together they worked Levy out of the material—no longer necessary. "You're still gonna have to try and keep quiet." His fingers explored her folds. She was so wet, so sensitive, and he reveled in the desire that coated him. One finger slipped inside her core, and a moan tore free of Levy's grasp; it had been too long since they'd been together. Gajeel chuckled, "Any more of those are on you." Levy nodded, her worry finally eased. "And from now on we're staying at my place."

She laughed, pinching his nose. "Well, we would be there now if you could handle a little rust." Gajeel flipped them so Levy was on her back. He hovered over her, nipping at her neck and rubbing circles around her clit as she pushed his pants to the floor with her toes. He ground his length back and forth against her folds, loving how her wetness felt against his skin. He could hear her breathy whines clearly in his ears.

"You want me to take back the part where I make you scream my name and wake up every girl on this floor?" he dared.

"No, no," Levy giggled, "but it's fun to tease you." Her tongue flicked out to touch the tip of his nose. They both dissolved into muffled laughter as he closed the distance between them.

"It's fun to tease you too." Their noses rubbed together playfully. "But I think the time for teasing is over." His hand rubbed between her legs, and he pressed a heated kiss to her neck, taking in the scent he'd longed to smell. "I missed you." Gajeel lined himself up with her core and rolled her clit once more. She pulled him toward her in a longing kiss, and he plunged into her eager depths. Levy's gasp was nearly a scream. He filled her more than she'd anticipated, more than she'd remembered. Gajeel began to thrust. "Come on, Lev. You gonna break over that? We've only just started." He rocked his hips against hers long and slow, feeling her walls relax around him. He tried to pick up his pace, but Levy stopped him. She lifted herself so she sat straight and pressed him back into the mattress. Her hands grabbed his own and placed them on her ass. Then she began to bounce.

Gajeel's face contorted in pleasure. He loved it when she rode him. All at once he could gaze at her breasts jiggling, hold her firm ass, and feel her surround his length. It was bliss to be in his position. Watching her move herself up and down his cock, pleasuring them both, was an image he’d keep forever. He felt his body buck as she slipped over him, and Gajeel tossed his head back, moaning into a pillow.

"Remember, Gajeel. You said you'd be quiet." Her voice was laced with passion, and there was a treacherous glint in her eye.

"Now that's not fair." He grabbed her hips and pumped her faster, turning them so her clit brushed his skin. Levy's head lolled back as pleasure rolled through her. Guttural groans dared to escape but she held firm.

"I guess this is going to be a challenging night for both of us," she sighed. Gajeel laughed and pulled her down into a deep kiss. Levy's walls fluttered around him at the sudden change in position.

"Yer amazing, ya know?" he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I love how you keep up with me and tease me and push me."

Levy smiled back at him. "I love it too. I love how easy it is to love you, and how you make me feel I can be bold—"

"You've always been bold, Lev."

She chuckled, he was right. "I have, haven't I?"

They kissed for just a moment before Gajeel rolled them over so he was on top of her again. He knew she liked it best when there was no space between their bodies. A single thrust was all it took to make her moan; the position was burned into his brain, the one that made her come over and over again.

"I think you're right," Levy panted, desperate to keep her voice under control, "I think from now on we stay at your place, no matter what." She spasmed under him as her climax drew near. "That'll make this—much easier."

"Deal." His movement slowed. "Now, remember," he placed a single finger across her lips, "ya gotta be quiet." Gajeel thrust into her hard, and her whole body curled around him in pleasure. Keeping quiet wasn't going to be easy for either one of them tonight.